Monday, July 31, 2006

Catapult the propaganda!::::::::Another Presidential Poster (free to our customers!)

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Catapult The Propanganda!! Another letter to the President

July 30, 2006

Dear Mister President:

It's been fourteen months since you uttered those words about catapulting the propaganda. The problem may be that you were catapulting not "the truth," but a bushel-full of bulls**t, Bushisms, calumny, deceit, myths, misstatements, fibs, fish stories, whoppers, disinformation, distortion, evasion, hyperbole, terminological inexactitude, perjury, hype, shuck and jive. Yeah, with what you're peddling it's going to take a whole lot longer to sink in than the truth.

You said "You got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in," but how many times do you have to repeat it when you're peddling wholesale lies? It's been fourteen months since you said that and now you're facing even more quagmires. Baghdad is again enveloped in chaos; Lebanon is caught in the middle of another war; our partners in the coalition are slowly packing up and going home. You have Saddam Hussein on a feeding tube!

We blown $300 billion and 2600 soldiers' lives like drunken sailors on three day shore leave. We embarked on a half-baked war with virtually no planning. And we're no closer to our goals than we were sitting on our hands.

Now, we should be in Darfur, and in Israel, Lebanon, and the Gaza strip, we cannot afford to go. We are unable to act. The great giant is silenced. You, Mister President, asked the United Nations (and organization you abhor) to handle it. Just when the U.S. could do some good, our hands are tied behind our backs in Iraq. In other conflicts like this, the United States would charge in with diplomats, and with troops when necessary. The one thing the United States was sometimes good at is not available to us, because you have the money and troops attempting to hold Iraq together.

It's about time for you to dislodge you head from your sphincter and figure out how to disentangle ourselves from your Iraq adventure. We've got places to go and people to see. You have proven we are not miracle workers. It's time to get back to doing what we do right. We'd prefer not to wait for your retirement for that.

Your buddy, friend and pal,

Jack Brummet
Seattle, Wash.

Crosslink: George Bush's letter to All This Is That.
Crosslink: Catapult the propaganda poster

All This Is That Poster: men in black

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One of four posters/handbills I am exchanging with a coalition of art and poetry bloggers

Poster 2: repeal the 2nd amendment

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Sunday, July 30, 2006

Keelin Curran With President Ronald Reagan

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The former President appears to be expressing disapproval in this photomontage from about 1981.


Neil Young's lyrics to "After The Garden"

The lyrics to one of Neil Young' great new songs on the album Living With War, being performed across the U.S. right now with CSN & Y. If you want to hear the album, he has the entire thing streaming. But you should probably just buy it--it's that good. To listen go to Neil's always interesting web site click here. He also streams it from his myspace page

After The Garden

won't need no shadow man
runnin' the government
won't need no stinkin' war
won't need no haircut
won't need no shoe shine

after the garden is gone
after the garden is gone
after the garden is gone

what will people do?
after the garden is gone
what will people say?
after the garden

won't need no strong man
walkin' through the night
to live a weak man's day
won't need no sunshine
won't need no purple haze

after the garden is gone
after the garden is gone
after the garden is gone

where will people go?

after the garden is gone
what will people know?

after the garden

after the garden is gone
after the garden is gone

(we live in the garden of eden, yeah
don't know why we wanna tear the whole thing to the ground
we live in the garden of eden, yeah
don't know why we wanna tear the whole thing down

and we've got to get ourselves
back to the garden)

Poster: repeal the 2nd amendment

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Saturday, July 29, 2006

Holy Smokes! Mel Gibson Goes Apes**t in Malibu & The Cops Cover It Up

Mel Gibson went bananas when he was arrested Friday for drunk driving. And because they believed the arrest report was so inflammatory, detailing ethnic slurs, and religious epithets, they had the arresting officer create a new one. They kept the real one under wraps. TMZ leaked the original arrest report. You can read it in a PDF here.

On being arrested, Gibson began swearing uncontrollably, and said over and over

My life is f****d.

The deputy asked Gibson to get into the squad car. Gibson said

I'm not going to get in your car.

He then ran to his own car. The deputy subdued [1] Gibson, cuffed him and put him inside the patrol car. Once inside the car, a source directly connected with the case says, Gibson began banging himself against the seat. The report says Gibson told the deputy,

You mother f****r. I'm going to f*** you.

The report also says "Gibson almost continually [sic] threatened me saying he 'owns Malibu' and will spend all of his money to 'get even' with me."

Gibson launched into a barrage of anti-Semitic statements:

F*****g Jews... The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world.

Are you a Jew?

Arriving at the police station, a sergeant started videotaping Gibson. When Mel saw the camera, he said

What the f*** do you think you're doing?

Gibson noticed a female sergeant and yelled,

What do you think you're looking at, sugar tits?

Gibson took two blood alcohol tests, which were videotaped, and continued saying how "f****d" he was and how he was going to "f***" the arresting officer, Deputy Mee.

Deputy Mee thought Gibson was going to take a leak on the floor of his cell and had someone take Gibson to a bathroom. After finishing up business, Gibson demanded to make a phone call. He was taken to a pay phone and, when he didn't get a dial tone, we're told Gibson threw the receiver against the phone. Deputy Mee warned Gibson that if he damaged the phone he could be charged with felony vandalism.

On Saturday, of course, Gibson was contrite [excerpts]:

...I drove a car when I should not have, and was stopped by the LA County Sheriffs. The arresting officer was just doing his job and I feel fortunate that I was apprehended before I caused injury to any other person....

...I acted like a person completely out of control when I was arrested, and said things that I do not believe to be true...

...I apologize for any behavior unbecoming of me in my inebriated state and have already taken necessary steps to ensure my return to health...

[1] A great police word that may mean anything from ordering the "suspect" to stop to truncheoning him senseless with your "baton," or billyclub.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Crosby Stills Nash & Young at the White River Amphitheatre July 27th

It's been 37 years since Crosby Stills Nash & Young's first serious appearance--at Woodstock, on August 17, 1969-- and America is more lost than ever.

During Woodstock, we were in the middle of a massive escalation of the Vietnam War. Today, we're in the Middle-east and Afghanistan, waging a new war against some other people that don't really seem like our enemies ("don't feel like Satan/But I am to them"). We don't burn flags, we blog. It might have worked better when we burned flags, and protested, wore black armbands to Kent-Meridian high school, and burned down the ocassional draft board office.

Neil Young, earlier this year, was pissed off enough to create a new album, completely focused on The President and His War. So rather than sitting around waiting for someone else , he took matters into his own hands. The resulting album Living With War, is a searing indictment of our leaders, and of ourselves for following along. Neil talked his old confederates, Crosby, Stills, and Nash into taking the album on the road, as part of a CSNY tour. The show would give a nod to the oldies; the songs that everyone can sing along with. But it would focus on The War.

Opening with the song Flags of Freedom, the stage showed flags from all the countries of the "coalition." Our partners in crime.

Neil used his love of his adopted country like a bludgeon, lashing out at government, consumers and war. The set included a lot of chestnuts like Carry On, Wooden Ships, Long Time Gone, and some others, including my favorite Nash song, Military Madness. The highlight of course were the songs from Young's Living With War: Flags of Freedom, After The Garden, Living With War, Restless consumer, Shock and Awe.

The second set started with some moldy oldies, Helplessly hoping, Our House, Guinevere, and the like, and then went into the solo work. Stills had an interesting song, that he played with only Young--Treetop Flyer. It was also the only time he seemed to shake off the doldrums. Crosby too, often seemed a little bored; it has probably not been easy for him to take a back seat. Some of the best vocal work in the show was between the frequent collaborators, Crosby and Nash.

This second set included some more Living With War tunes, like Roger And Out, and the centerpiece of the set was the singalong Let's impeach the president, with excellent video and singlong lyrics on screen. The show ended with old political tunes, Ohio, Chicago, and Young's Rockin' in the Free World. Rockin' led to an extended cadenza of distortion and feedback with Young riding around the stage like a wild stallion. Because Neil was front and center for nearly the entire show, there was more feedback than at a Crazy Horse show, and by the end, the strings were all broken on his Les Paul. A mellow version of Woodstock was the only encore. And they were gone; ghosts gone modern in the twilight of their career. . . with Neil now in charge, and dragging his old friends back into relevance in a shining moment of music and protest.

A compendium of strange, warped, sweet, and wonderful statuary and sculpture from around the world has put together a collection of some of the world's most amusing sculptures and statues. Click here to see the photos.


Thursday, July 27, 2006

Alien Lore 83 - The Great Fireball Cover-up Conspiracy

The facts here come from several sources, all of somewhat, per usual, murky provenance. Are we reading these for the truth or the story? As Old Chief Broom says in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, "it's all true, whether it happened or not."

The news media are known for magnifying events out of proportion to their actual significance (Presidential oral sex, POTUS 41 hurling on the Japanese P.M., VP Cheney swearing, and the like). In this instance, however, it seems as though the media worked hard to downplay the story.

On August 10, 1972, what is known in astronomy as a "fireball" occurred in the afternoon over the Rocky Mountain states, witnessed by thousands of people under its path from Utah straight north all the way into The Great White North. Fireballs are actually large meteors; one bright enough to see in daylight is extremely rare.

This fireball left a trail across the sky that lasted for several minutes. Morning papers of August 11 from the area where the fireball was most visible, Utah and Idaho, had long stories, by local reporters filled with eyewitness accounts. The articles had an AP photograph of the object's trail. West Coast and Midwestern papers carried truncated versions of a wire dispatch. The East coast press didn't cover the story at all. Only one television network, NBC, mentioned the event, saying that an airliner pilot had seen a flaming object--possibly a meteor--pass under his plane.

The AP dispatch most papers carried had no dateline. A few of the wire stories had it datelined Denver. "One or more" objects had been sighted over a wide area of the Mountain states, the articles went. The articles contained contradictory reports of their direction of travel and altitude. An FAA official was quoted saying that an object was seen at 80,000 feet over Missoula. The article, however, also mentioned the item about the object passing under an airliner flying "in Utah." It quoted NORAD, which keeps track of all orbiting objects (including, as you may recall, Santa Claus), as quoted a second-hand report of an object over Boise going from west to east. Sidney Hacher, an astronomy professor at Washington State University in Pullman was quoted saying that whatever was seen was probably part of the annual Perseid meteor shower, due to reach its maximum in the next few days. And it quoted a Mrs. Thomas Williams of Mead, Washington as having seen an object "about four feet in diameter."

Newspapers from the area where the fireball was actually seen published coherent accounts. In particular, there was no doubt that there was only one object and that it was moving from south to north. Patty Minton of the Idaho Statesman of Boise said, "Most observers, laymen and experts, agreed that the object was traveling fast and at great height." These papers raised the question of whether the object might be manmade. The Deseret News of Salt Lake City cited a NORAD statement issued late in the day that "it is either a space vehicle re-entering the earth's atmosphere or a meteor." The scientist these papers quoted, Mark Littman of the planetarium in Salt Lake City, said that the object was probably not part of the Perseid shower, but rather from the asteroid belt. Patty Minton, in her Statesman article, noted that experts differed on the object's origin. She had obviously read the AP dispatch -- she handled the object-under-the-airliner report this way:

"Associated Press reports from Denver said a Frontier Airlines pilot allegedly saw it pass underneath his plane while it was in flight over Utah."

The confusing situation portrayed by the AP dispatch suggests that it was dashed off fast after the fireball. The AP story was never updated.

The Spokane Spokesman-Review, close to the periphery of the viewing area, had a mixture of wire service feeds and local reporting in its story. It quoted an unidentified spokesman for Fairchild Air Force Base near Spokane. The spokesman said the object "was a manmade satellite that broke away from its orbit." The spokesman's statements seem full of mininformation: "A meteor would look like a rock and generally would not be flaming." He also said the object might have "rejoined its orbit," which may be a first--space junk or meteors turning around and leaving the atmosphere!

The San Francisco Chronicle tried to resolve the contradictions in the feeds and local articles by artfully coimbining them: "A fireball, possibly a deteriorating meteor, flashed across the Great Basin and Rocky Mountains yesterday afternoon, dipped beneath an airliner and vanished, observers said."

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

President Bush and the origins of the "you rock/devil horns" sign

For some reason, George Bush, his daughters, and wife often use the devil horns sign that I used to see only at rock shows. Fortunately, Ear Candy magazine did my work for me...they tracked down the genesis of the sign (but they did not explain how it came to be The President's sign too). Here is their article:

"Over the last few years there have been two artists that have claimed to have created the famous heavy metal "devil's horns" hand signal: Ronnie James Dio (BLACK SABBATH) and Gene Simmons (KISS).

"You know the "devil's horns" signal? It is the universal heavy metal sign for "you rock", usually used in unison with the music at heavy metal concerts. Not to get satanical or anything, but the sign is supposed to represent the sign of the beast, with horns represented by the index finger and pinkie raised. If you raise both hands with this sign, the band "really rocks!"

"There are two heavy metal rockers from the '70s both laying claim. Ronnie James Dio claimed to have created the gesture before joining BLACK SABBATH in 1978. Gene Simmons also claims credit, writing in his 2002 autobiography that it was the bass-playing demon of KISS that created the international heavy metal symbol. So there is no evidence that the symbol was created earlier than the '70s...or is there?!

"We have discovered irrefutable photographic evidence that is was none other than Beatle John Lennon that created the famous sign in 1967. Furthermore, it was even used in animation for the BEATLES "Yellow Submarine" (just check the original vinyl album cover). These are two photographic images that can be tied down to specific years PRIOR to the '70s.

"The photo of Lennon giving the sign appeared in one of the first BEATLES pictures in which the band promoted the upcoming "Yellow Submarine" animated movie. Since the BEATLES changed appearance often and were one of the most photographed icons of the '60s, it is possible to date the photo between June and October of '67. "Yellow Submarine" was being animated between '67 & '68, so the cartoon image of John flashing the heavy metal sign can also be verified date-wise. Although the film "Yellow Submarine" was released in 1968, the vinyl album (on which one can clearly see Lennon displaying the sign) was not released in the U.S. until 1969. But that is still years before Ronnie James Dio or Gene Simmons!

"What other ties does Lennon have to heavy metal? Well, he claimed that the BEATLES song, "Ticket To Ride" was "one of the earliest heavy metal records ever made". How fitting that it was Lennon who also created the best-known symbol of heavy metal! "


LBJ meets FDR

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Congressman Lyndon Johnson is gladhanding President Roosevelt. In the middle is Texas Governor Allred. When LBJ would haul out this photo for use in later campaigns, he would have the Governor airbrushed from the photo, creating an intimate moment between FDR and Representative Johnson. Roosevelt's expression (this is, surprise, entirely conjectural on my part) seems to say "now. . .just who the f*** is this guy anyhow?"

S0me other recent LBJ appearances on All This Is That:

Lyndon listening in on the war
LBJ and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King meet up
LBJ howls like a dog
Another good LBJ photo
And another. . .
One of Jack's heroes and villains paintings
LBJ In A Characteristic Pose
Running Mates: Senators Lyndon Johnson And JFK
The Johnson Treatment, Part 6: The Hump and Senator Russell get the treatment
The Johnson Treatment, Part 5: Senator Richard Russell (Dem., Georgia) Undergoes The Treatment
The Johnson Treatment, Part 4: President Johnson Gives The Treatment To Supreme Court Justice Abe Fortas

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 15, sooner or later

Paranoia strikes deep: The infamous George Dahl letter

Upon returning to New York I began looking for a place to live. I looked at around ten apartments and called to inquire about several others. Since the secret police had already selected and prepared an apartment for me this proved to be a futile endeavor. I signed a two-year lease for apartment twenty-four at 620 East 11th Street and moved to the building in November. The apartment provides me with a place to live but it also provides the secret police with a living environment they control. The building where I live, the surrounding buildings and the neighborhood serve as a theatrical set; and the "tenants" of my building, neighborhood characters, and intelligence agents stage a theatrical production. Controlling the immediate neighborhood is a security measure and it allows maximum freedom of action for staging operations. The building I live in is connected to four other buildings; when I look out my only window with a "view" (one window is boarded up and three others face an interior light well) I see the back of a row of buildings on 10th Street. These buildings form a unit that is flanked by three empty lots. the secret police use these nine buildings for staging operations and own some or all of them. The buildings may have been purchased but it is very likely that they were acquired from the City of New York through Mayor Koch. The city government owns many buildings in the area due to non-payment of taxes and abandonment. I believe most of these buildings have no tenants or caretaker tenants. The two largest buildings were being renovated when I moved to my apartment and appeared to be almost tenantless until the summer of 1982. Either they acquired tenants that summer or the secret police expended a greater effort to make them seem inhabited. The two buildings were renovated at a minimum cost of $500,000 each, so even if all the other buildings were acquired from the city, the secret police spent over one million dollars to provide me with a $115.00 a month slum apartment. ...

The basic strategy of the secret police is to be everpresent; at all times and in all places they make themselves an intrusive, oppressive and inescapable presence. They involve themselves in every detail of my life and are present everywhere I go. At first I dismissed the strategy of being everpresent as silly game-playing, but the intelligence agents responsible for planning operations clearly intended their use of thousands of collaborators to be a form of non-violent harassment; a psychological assault designed to have a negative psychological effect. Being everpresent is intended to be more of an invasion of consciousness than an invasion of privacy. Being everpresent is used as a means for stealing reality, and thus the ability to function normally in a real world. The secret police have imposed upon me a substitute reality; they have dismembered and appropriated the real world and placed me in a labyrinth of intelligence operations. It is difficult to relate to and impossible to adjust to the artificial, arbitrary and hostile living environment the secret police have created. By being everpresent they try to turn the most commonplace life experiences and the activities of daily life into a maze-like obstacle course and to make the living of everyday life a frustrating, unnatural and disorienting experience. Since secret police operations began I usually made a note of a detail or incident only if it stood out as unusually intrusive, offensive or bizarre. Sometimes I kept daily accounts of every aspect of secret police operations and listed every encounter with an agent or collaborator. Basing an estimate on the days and weeks when I counted agents and collaborators, and acknowledging that the nature and intensity of operations has changed over the years, I believe that a minimum of forty thousand American citizens have participated in secret police operations since they began in 1977. It is a curious reversal of everything this country has ever stood for that two Presidents, many of their closest associates and supporters, and personnel of law enforcement agencies now constitute the single largest group of citizens engaged in organized criminal activity.

I am followed everywhere partly as a security measure but also because it is necessary to know where I am at all times in order to conduct secret police operations. At any given moment several intelligence agents work together choreographing street theater and surveillance operations. Agents and collaborators follow me on foot and in vehicles; while maintaining radio contact, they pass me on like a relay team passes on a baton. Most of the surveillance agents appear to have been recruited from the FBI and the New York City Police Department. After observing my behavior and interests for over five years it is not hard for intelligence agents to predict when I am likely to go out and where I am likely to go. Whenever I leave my apartment I encounter intelligence agents, collaborators, and a theatrical production stage managed by the secret police. After several years this provocative annoyance has come to seem rather like running the gauntlet; a form of military punishment in which an individual is made to run between two rows of men who strike at him as he passes by. While descending the stairs from my apartment I usually meet one or more of the "tenants" trying hard to look as if they live in the building or staging a scene for me to observe. As I left the building one afternoon two fat men stood with their backs against opposite sides of the narrow first floor hall so that I had to turn sideways and step between them. Frequently groups of men are standing or sitting on the stoop when I go out or come in; sometimes blocking the steps so that I have to ask them to move. Several times a week one or more collaborators walk by me just as I step outside. On days when it is felt some special intimidation is necessary a police car will drive by as I go out and again as I come home. When I go out I almost always head west, walking through the intersection of 11th Street and Avenue B. Since I then might head in any of three directions, this is the only place that operations can be planned for with near certainty that I will enter into the staged scene. The secret police operations I encounter at this intersection are usually more elaborately detailed and choreographed than they are elsewhere, and it is very likely there are hidden cameras. There are usually twice as many people around this intersection as at any other in the neighborhood, frequently from ten to twenty people. A corner with a hardware store, a sometimes open grocery store and two abandoned buildings is not likely to be a favorite neighborhood hangout yet there are often groups of Puerto Rican and black men standing around. Often one or more collaborators will be placed on each corner so that the only way I can avoid them is to walk in the street. As I approach the intersection, a signal is given and people, most of whom are young men, start crossing the intersection from every direction; people walking on the sidewalks, boys riding by on bikes, and other people driving by in cars. Intelligence agents frequently use this kind of collaborator saturation placement at other intersections. This operational technique became obvious when several times, after having gone through intersections that were inexplicably busy, I stopped to count the number of people and vehicles that moved through the intersection during the next few minutes.

The majority of collaborators have been involved in one basic situation; a male child or a handsome young man (sometimes an ordinary looking or older man) presents himself to be looked at while other people observe me. Presumably, if I look at the conspicuously displayed bait the observer-witnesses claim to have seen proof of sexual interest or an attempted seduction. Within this basic situation the secret police have devised a relatively limited repertoire of scenes but with infinite variations. The actors have basic roles and patterns of interaction; it is somewhat like watching the same play over and over but each time with a new cast. A few thousand such scenes were staged to create incidents that could be used to discredit me, to manufacture "evidence" that I was immoral, and to make a fictitious propaganda portrait of me seem to be true. More time and effort have been invested in staging such scenes than in any other single aspect of secret police operations. Intelligence agents made such encounters the centerpiece of their operations because political leaders found that making an issue of homosexuality was their most effective means of gaining political support for a criminal conspiracy. Every system of morality, whether based on religious beliefs or philosophical principles, is concerned with the difference between right and wrong. Without defining what is right and what is wrong, everyone can nevertheless agree that morality is a hierarchical system; there are greater and lesser evils and there are greater and lesser goods. It is a wildly distorted sense of morality that considers two human beings expressing sexual desire or love for each other degenerate and immoral while considering a political conspiracy to violate a citizen's constitutional rights, the creation of an illegal domestic secret police, the police-state tactics of intelligence agents, and the suspension of the country's system of government by the rule of law, to be matters of no importance. ...

On Tuesday, September 8, I left my apartment around 3:30 intending to pay my Con Edison bill. Just as I stepped out of the building, a car that was waiting a few feet from me, pulled away from the curb accelerating rapidly, "burning rubber" as if it were in a drag race. The secret police frequently set up similar incidents as a distraction; I believe the screeching tires and the brazen display of contempt were intended to induce angry thoughts that would preoccupy me and influence my behavior. As I walked to the Con Edison office at 4 Irving Place I counted sixteen collaborators engaged in street theater; the next day I encountered at least twenty. At the Con Edison office I looked in the window; the office was unusually crowded and the bill-paying line seemed suspiciously long. I was generally apprehensive about entering a trap, so I decided to come back the next day. I left my apartment around 3:05 P.M. on Wednesday. Walking across 14th Street, I looked at every newsstand for a copy of the New York Times so that I would have something to read while waiting in line. Over a two year period I frequently bought or saw papers late in the afternoon at the various newsstands; it is highly unlikely they would have all been sold out. I believe intelligence agents asked the newspaper sellers to hide the papers so that I would have nothing to do while waiting except to observe the planned operation. Inside the main floor customer service office, intelligence agents placed a minimum of twenty-five people and it seemed as if all the employees had been given some sort of briefing and were participating in secret police operations. I joined the bill-paying line, there were around ten people in line and as I approached two young men placed themselves directly ahead of me in the line. Within a few minutes around fifteen more people lined up behind me. There were five bill paying windows. While I waited in line the clerks closed their windows until only one window was left open for customer service. The four people in front of me all went to the same window. I believe this was a delaying tactic to keep me in the office for a longer period of time. While waiting in line the secret police operation being staged was very obvious. Seven young men presented themselves to be looked at and a man and a woman each walked by me twice staring holes through me. The situation reminded me of the movie "The Sting." Sting operations are frequently used by law enforcement agencies; police agents create and operate fictitious companies as a means of entrapment. In this case intelligence agents set up an elaborate but thinly disguised covert operation within the office of a legitimate business. A few weeks earlier I found myself surrounded by game-playing collaborators in a line at my bank. I became angry and denounced them for participating in secret police operations. I believe intelligence agents chose to restage a similar scene in Con Edison's offices hoping to elicit the same or a similar response; an angry outburst that could be used as "proof" that through paranormal powers I had somehow triggered the transformer malfunction and resulting blackout. I was in the Con Edison office about ten minutes, from approximately 3:20 to 3:30; the power failure began at 3:24. I believe intelligence agents committed an act of sabotage timed to coincide with the provocative secret police operation being staged in Con Edison's office. The secret police involved at least forty people, many of them Con Edison employees, in staging their scene in Con Edison's office. Although these people were intended to witness an angry outburst they were also witnesses to the fact that intelligence agents were expending a great deal of effort to manufacture an incident. ...

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 16, the willies

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I am a fraud. Everything you know about me is a lie. I can never tell the truth when a lie is close at hand. The lies multiply logarthmically. The best part is keeping the intertwined lies straight. It's my game, sorting out who I told when, and who they know who heard another version.


Bush resigns

I don't know who made this. I found it, in three different places, all uncredited.

Monday, July 24, 2006

"I would love to kill George Bush"

Betty Williams is just a touch more bellicose than your average Nobel Peace Prize Laureate. Yesterday, she ripped into US President George W. Bush during a speech to hundreds of schoolchildren.

Campaigning for the rights of young people at a forum in Brisbane, Australia, Ms Williams spoke about children killled during wartime.

"I have a very hard time with this word 'non-violence', because I don't believe that I am non-violent," said Ms Williams, 64.

"Right now, I would love to kill George Bush."

Her young audience at the Brisbane City Hall clapped and cheered. Click on the link in the first paragraph for more details. . .but, hey, I gave you the good part.

Painting: President George W.Bush does a face plant on the world stage at the G8 meetings

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A portrait of the President's speech at G8. As Maureen Dowd wrote in a recent column:

"In snippets of overheard conversation, Mr. Bush says he has not bothered to prepare any closing remarks and grouses about having to listen to other world leaders talk too long. What did he think being president was about?

"The world may be blowing up, and the president may have a rare opportunity to jaw-jaw about bang-bang with his peers, but that pales in comparison with his burning desire to return to his feather pillow and gym back at the White House.

“Gotta go home,’’ he tells the guy next to him. “Got something to do tonight. Go to the airport, get on the airplane and go home.”

It was indeed time to go home, following the highly publicized open mike eipisode. . .not to mention his ill-considered attempt to give Chancellor Merkel a backrub...

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Alien Lore No. 82 - The gay grey

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I don't know where this story comes from--I bet it's from the Weekly World News. It has their smarmy stylistic feel ("It didn't seem to me like a manly thing to be doing") . I couldn't find it in their archives, but it may be older. . .

Stunned Farmer Comes Face-To-Face With. . . THE PANSY FROM PLANET X!

LEXINGTON, Ky. -- For the third time in as many weeks, a gay space alien has tried to seduce a male human! This time, the terrified recipient of the unwanted advances was a Kentucky farmer who describes the incident as "the most sickening and disturbing" of his life.

"He looked like a regular Earth man but he walked with these prissy little steps and swished his shoulders back and forth," says 38-year-old James Swaise of the May 17 encounter.

"He landed in the south meadow in a little round spacecraft just big enough for one person. He got out and started mincing up to where me, my family and six of farmhands were working.

"He had something in his right hand and at first I thought it might be a ray gun or something. But as he got closer, I saw that it was a bunch of wild flowers he had picked from my field. He kept putting them up to his nose and sniffing them.

"It didn't seem to me like a manly thing to be doing.

"When he got close enough, we saw he wasn't really human. His skin was an off-green color and his arms were longer than a regular person's. They came down almost to his knees.

"There were eight other men there, my two sons -- 18 and 19 -- and my six employees. But the alien seemed to zero in on me.

"Without saying anything, he came over in front of me and did a girlish, mincing little dance for me.

"He tried to give me the flowers but I wouldn't take them. Then he put his filthy hands on me and tried to bring his lips up to mine. He kept putting his hands on me and I kept pushing them off.

"Finally, I got mad and punched him hard in the face. It didn't seem to hurt him
physically, but he hung his head down and started making these whimpering, sobbing noises.

"Then he just walked back to his UFO, got in and took off."

Authorities have interviewed all nine witnesses -- Swaise, his two sons and the six farmhands. All tell the same story.

One of the workers even made a sketch that portrays the effeminate humanoid
with a baffled Swaise looking on.

UFO experts say that although close encounters with extraterrestrials are
commonplace, up until recently, reports of homosexual E.T.s have been extremely rare. The other two incidents -- one reported in Bogota, Colombia, the other in Paris -- occurred on May 1 and May 10 respectively.

Beautiful women, above average children

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A group photo from the Curran Reunion last week in Montana. The ages--this time--spanned from 83 to 2. The women are all beautiful and the children all above average!

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 14, the willies

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I'm still sorting it out and there are roads and byways yet to explore. Half the fun is the chase.

I'm not lost yet.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Repeal the 2nd Amendment

The right to bear arms made sense in the 18th Century --for our defense, and to prevent the rise of absolute monarchs. Today we don't rely on a militia to defend the country internally. Tyranny would involve spying and suppression, rather than firearms. The second amendment was created as the last great stand against tyranny. The second amendment is now a pointless and devastating license to kill.

Last week guns, and someone bearing them, killed two family friends on Mount Pilchuck. Mary Cooper and Susanna Stodden--wife and daughter of my daughter's long time premiere soccer coach, were murdered while they were out hiking. These were good people, northwesterners that spent their lives in the outdoors hiking the mountains. They worked for charities. They were loved by many. And someone with a gun took their lives. I won't go back over all the tired and shopworn arguments for freedom of gun ownership. Maybe I take it personally. These deaths, the two times I was held up at gunpoint in New York City, and all of the senseless killings between these events are argument enough for me.

The right to bear arms is a "freedom" I am ready to surrender. I am a pretty strict constitutionalist, but it is time, alas, for us to give up this freedom and by giving up this freedom, we may discover, as Kris Kristoferson wrote, that "freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose." By losing this particular freedom, we just might find ourselves truly untethered and find that freedom from guns is freedom indeed.

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 13, the winds of mercy

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"It wasn't me, but I could never prove it. I had no evidence I didn't do it; they had no evidence I actually had. The lack of evidence was inconsequential and the finding of guilt was a foregone conclusion. The winds of mercy were blowing in the wrong direction."


Thursday, July 20, 2006

Alien Lore No. 81 - The Skeleton on the moon

Continuing our theme on the moon landing today, here is the bizarre Dr. Kang's story of "the skeleton on the moon."

This piece is mostly from from MUFON's (the Mutual UFO Network) web site. The authorship--like much of UFOlogy is murky. The article may even have originated with the Weekly World News... In any case, it is amusing. You have to admit, it would be a little spooky to find skeletons on the moon, particularly skeletons wearing Calvin Klein's...

The crew of the Apollo 11 lunar module saw a human skeleton on the moon in 1969.

That's what the Chinese astrophysicist Dr. Kang Mao-pang, says. Dr. Kang is the man who stunned the world with pictures of bare human footprints on the moon at a news conference in Beijing last winter. The scientist said he received those photos --- so secret the Apollo 11 astronauts didn't even know they existed -- from "an unimpeachable U.S. source."

The photograph of the human skeleton was included in a second batch of photos and documents he received from the same source this fall. "The Americans have conspired in a cover-up of monumental and possibly even criminal proportions," Dr. Kang told newsmen in Beijing. "They hid photos of bare human footprints on the moon for 20 years and managed to keep the human skeleton secret even longer. The implications of what they found up there are staggering," he continued. "But the Americans apparently feel that nobody else in the world is privileged enough to share the information."

Dr. Kang's allegations stunned U.S. space and intelligence experts, one of whom went into hiding after reporters tried to question him in a Washington, D.C., restaurant. Other sources also refused to comment --even when told that the Chinese expert has copies of over 1,000 NASA photographs that clearly show bare human footprints and a human skeleton on the lunar surface.

Intriguingly, the skeleton appears to have been wearing jeans. Judging from the position of the bones, it seems likely that the person it belonged to was at least partially dismembered and met with a violent death. It is also probable that the skeleton was transported into space long after the person was killed. The decomposition of bone and flesh would not have been possible in the airless atmosphere of the moon. The Chinese expert further noted that the age of the skeleton cannot be estimated without analyzing the bone firsthand.

"Like the footprints on the moon, these photos were taken by a remote camera aboard the lunar lander and were given to me by an American source who is beyond reproach," said Dr. Kang. "I am also in the possession of classified documents and letters that describe the footprints as being fresh and the skeleton unquestionably human. The question that must be answered is how the footprints and skeleton go to the moon. The obvious implication is that extraterrestrial lifeforms were involved but we'll never know unless the Americans release the information they have."

The documents Dr. Kang quoted from are stamped "top secret" and dated Aug. 3, 1969, which means they were written just two weeks after astronauts Neal Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landed and walked on the moon--in boots-- on July 20, 1969. Large portions of the text have been blocked out. But it's clear that U.S experts agreed extraterrestrials had something to do with the bare footprints and skeleton on the moon.

A Washington source said: "Nobody's going to say anything until President Bush gives the go-ahead. This isn't any ordinary cover-up. It makesWatergate look like a Sunday School picnic. It's that damn big."

Alien Lore No. 79: The six faked moon landings

37 years ago today, Neil Armstrong first landed on the moon. But not everyone quite believes that. Here is the story of the allegedly faked moon landings:

"Columbia, he has landed at Tranquility Base. Eagle is at Tranquility. I read you five by. Over."

A human was about to set foot on the moon for the first time in history, armed with a flag, some scientific instruments, and a a lot of nerve.

The reply from Columbia, the command-and-service module that had released the lunar lander 2 hours and 33 minutes earlier, betrayed only equal professional cool. "Yes, I heard the whole thing," Michael Collins said matter-of-factly.

Houston: "Well, it's a good show."

Columbia: "Fantastic."

That's when Neil Armstrong chimed in. "Yeah, I'll second that," said the 38-year-old astronaut, the moonwalker-to-be, America's own Boy Scout, and the most famous man at the moment. Static ate away at the clarity of his speech, but Armstrong's sneering tone came through loud and clear. The mission control man heard it too. And he knew what was coming. Sort of.

"A fantastic show," Armstrong said. "The greatest show on earth, huh, guys?"

There was a moment's silence. Then a cameraman sniggered. And the director sighed, and did what directors do when actors screw up their lines. "Cut," he groaned. "Shit, Armstrong, if you're gonna be a smart-ass, do it on your own time, all right? We got 25 tired people on this set. We got a billion people who are going to be watching your every move only a week from now. We're on deadline here. Now, do you suppose you could just stick to the script and get it over with? Thank you."

His assistant stepped forward with the slate. "Apollo moon landing, scene 769/A22, take three," she announced.


"Columbia, he has landed at Tranquility Base," the mission control man began again.

When Neil "Buzz" Armstrong stepped down from that ladder, saying it was only a small step for him but a giant leap for mankind, was he was setting foot on a dust-covered sound stage in a top-secret TV studio in the Nevada desert?

Yes, some people say we faked all six moon landings. A poll taken in the early 70's indicated that around 30% of all Americans believed the whole moon landing was flim-flam.

Bill Kaysing worked as head of technical publications for the Rocketdyne Research Department at their Southern California facility from 1956 to 1963. Rocketdyne was the engine contractor for Apollo. Here's story.

"NASA couldn't make it to the moon, and they knew it. In the late '50s, when I was at Rocketdyne, they did a feasibility study on astronauts landing on the moon. They found that the chance of success was something like .0017 percent. In other words, it was hopeless."

As late as 1967, Kaysing says, three astronauts died in a horrendous fire on the launch pad. "It's also well documented that NASA was often badly managed and had poor quality control. But as of '69, we could suddenly perform manned flight upon manned flight? With complete success? It's just against all statistical odds."

What about those missing stars??!! Kaysing points out numerous anomalies in NASA publications, as well as in the TV and still pictures that came from the moon. For example, there are no stars in many of the photographs taken on the lunar surface. With no atmosphere to diffuse their light, wouldn't stars have to be clearly visible? And why is there no crater beneath the lunar lander, despite the jet of its 10,000-pound-thrust engine? How do NASA's experts explain pictures of astronauts on the moon in which the astronauts' sides and backs are just as well lit as the fronts of their spacesuits - which is inconsistent with the deep, black shadows the harsh sunlight should be casting? And why is there a line between a sharp foreground and a blurry background in some of the pictures, almost as if special-effects makers had used a so-called "matte painting" to simulate the farther reaches of the moonscape? "It all points to an unprecedented swindle," Kaysing concludes confidently.

But just how could NASA possibly have pulled it off? Easy, says Kaysing. The rockets took off all right, with the astronauts on board, but as soon as they were out of sight, the roaring spacecraft set course for the south polar sea, jettisoned its crew, and crashed. Later, the crew and the command module were put in a military plane and dropped in the Pacific for "recovery" by an aircraft carrier.

There are hundreds of sites on the internet, documenting both sides of the issue. Just do a GIS on "fake moon landing."

Eventually, NASA even felt the need to rebut Kaysing's version of events:

Q: Why is there no discernible crater beneath the lunar lander?

A: "Although the descent engine of the LM is powerful, most of its operation takes place thousands of feet above the moon during the early stages of the landing," says a NASA information sheet. "At the moment of touchdown, a small amount of surface dust is blown away, but the relatively cohesive lunar surface seems to deflect the blast sideways."

Q: Why is there an artificial-looking line between a sharp foreground and a blurry background in some of the pictures of the lunar surface?

A: "What you see is simply the curvature of the moon," explains Paul Lowman, a NASA geophysicist. "Because the moon is such a small body, the curvature horizon is only two or three miles away from eye level. That sharp line you see in some pictures is the visible horizon. The blurry part you see is caused by mountains sticking up from beyond the

Q: Why are there no stars in many of the photos taken on the moon?

A: "That's one of Kaysing's sillier arguments," says James Oberg, a space-flight operations engineer with the space shuttle program. "Go out at night and take a picture of yourself under a streetlight. Even if there's a star-studded sky, you'll see no stars in your picture because the camera was set to properly expose that big lighted object in the foreground - you - and will not register much weaker light sources."

Q: How about the various lighting anomalies?

A: "On some pictures, astronauts are lit from more than one side because the sunlight is reflected off the lunar surface or off the landing vehicle," says NASA spokesperson James Hartsfield. Paul Lowman adds that some conspiracy believers are unknowingly or deliberately using pictures of astronauts that NASA never claimed were taken on the moon. "There are pictures being passed on and published in their circles that appeared in pre-moon landing issues of Aviation Week - nothing mysterious about them," sighs Lowman. "These are photos taken in a moon-like training facility at the Johnson Space Center where, indeed, there were several sources of light."

Alien Lore 80 - How Neil Armstrong's moon walk helped Mr. Gorsky enjoy oral sex

37 years ago today, Neil Armstrong walked on the moon (if it wasn't faked--see All this is that) maybe found a skeleton wearing jeans , and may have helped MNr. Gorsky enjoy oral sex

When Apollo Astronaut Neil Armstrong first stepped onto the moon, he made his famous "One small step for man; one giant leap for mankind" statement, and followed it by several remarks, including the usual COM chatter between other astronauts and Mission Control. Before he re-entered the lander, he made the remark "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky."

People at NASA thought it was a casual remark about a rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, there was no Gorsky in the Russian space program.

In Tampa Bay, FL, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26- year-old question to Armstrong. He finally responded. It seems that Mr. Gorsky had died and so Armstrong felt he could finally answer the question.

When he was a kid, Neil was playing baseball with his brother in the backyard. His brother hit a fly ball which landed in front of his neighbors' bedroom window. The neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Gorksy. As he leaned down to pick up the ball, he heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky, "Oral sex? Oral sex you want? You'll get oral sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!"

This legend began racing around the Internet in the 90's and was picked up by the media. The inclusion of specific details (e.g., the name of Armstrong's neighbor, the date of the press conference on which he revealed the meaning of his remark) apparently led some to believe the story was true.

It has obviously been debunked and discredited numerous times (see , by Armstrong and others (Mr. or Mrs. Gorsky have never come forward!)but, hey, it's such a good story that it bears repeating... /jack

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 12, the willies

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"I get so self-conscious, I have to hide. I actually don't hide, I just never appear. It's something like agoraphobia magnified by a potentiation factor and exacerbated by the willies."

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 11, mystical vibrations

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"If I stare at the walls, it's not long before the walls stare back and the walls start closing in and the walls start to undulate and mysticall vibrations come through and I start feeling the pulse of everyone who'd ever been in the room. . ."

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 10, I scare myself

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"Everything that breathes, everything that swims, crawls, creeps, flies, oozes, wiggles, or hobbles, scares me. I am afraid of anything that grows or can be harvested. I am scared of the rocks, mountains, streams, and oceans. I scare myself."

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 9, a reason to believe

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"You have to have something. You need a reason to believe; I'm still looking for mine."

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

President Bush, remembering images of her tush, makes a move on the German Chancellor

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What kind of a hopeless bonehead is Our President? There appears to be a tempest in a teapot controversy over POTUS's "massage" of German Chancellor Merkel. Was it an unwelcome advance? The Los AngelesTimes initially reported that the Chancellor was smiling during the Presidential assault. As the photomontage below shows, her reaction was anything but welcoming. The President then moved on to his next luckless victim.

This is not the first time the German Chancellor has been engaged in a silly controversy--see All This Is That on April 20th, this year. Or note this clandestine photo (If we have to see a world leader's bum, I'd prefer hers, to say, Dick Cheney's).

Drawing: The Lost Ones, Part 8

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"I'm an upstanding community member. I'm a deacon in the first Baptist Church. But I lost my faith ten years ago, when my wife dumped me for a 22 year old heir. I lost my faith in the church, in humans, and, most of all, in myself."

Drawing: The Lost Ones, Part 7, the bucket of tar

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"My heart is like a big bucket of cold tar. I feel nothing. I am indifferent to every person I meet. I don't believe in anyone or anything. I don't believe in me."

Drawing: The Lost Ones, Pt. 6

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"After Desert storm, nothing ever seemed to work right. About half the puzzle pieces were missing. I tried out this, I did that. I went here, I went there. And all the king's horse's and all the kings men could not put me back together again. I was never despondent, but I could never feel again."

Drawing: The Lost Ones - Pt. 5, The Grey Alien Abductee

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"I was abducted on April 23, 2002. I remember nothing from the moment I was taken until I came to at 3:19 a.m. I'm prety sure I am a "throwback" -- I show no sign of implants. *sigh* I don't even fit in with the greys."

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

I'm a yellow dog Democrat

A Yellow Dog Democrat is a hard-core Democratic loyalist. The term, Yellow Dog Democrat was coined during the 1928 elections, when Al Smith ran for President against Herbert Hoover.

Senator Tom Heflin, of Alabama refused to back his fellow Democrat, Al Smith the Governor of NY. Not only that, but he also decided to support Herbert Hoover (who went on to become President). Heflin was considered a traitor, especially in the South. Huge numbers of Alabamans disagreed with Senator Heflin's decision to cross his party lines and the saying, "I'd vote for a yellow dog if he ran on the Democratic ticket" was born.

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 4

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"I've been stealing money from the company for five years. I keep it covered up in a sort of revolving shell game. But the auditors are here next week and I don't know what to do. In one more week, I could hide it, but I've run out of time. I don't have enough to run away. I don't know whether to confess or end it all."


Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 3

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"There's something in my past. A repressed memory or something terrible that happened to me when I was younger. I've tried and tried to remember, but it never comes back. No matter how long I try to remember, I come up with nothing. And it hangs over my head like a dark cloud."

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. . 2

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"I have a secret. I have never told anyone, but I want to tell you. I really want to tell you, but when I do, it's out of the bag. My safety depends on this staying inside me. I have to tell, but I can't. If I told you, I'd be sowing the seeds of my desctruction."

Drawing: The lost ones - Pt. 1

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"I cheat on my income tax. I sometimes steal commissions rightfully belonging to other salesmen. I step out on my wife whenever I make a sales trip to Toledo. I don't really like my 2nd daughter. I can't wait to collect my inheritance."

Another warning sign from Yellowstone National Park

Other warning signs I saw about Bison/Buffalos go into even more detail about their unpredictability. I wrote a poem about the Bison on my recent trip:

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