ROYAL REPUBLIC OF SYDNEYLAND

"Some old radio guy at 4:30am"

2007-07-22T05:14:00.000-04:00

As my palace retainers will tell you I almost never consent to interviews or photo sessions. "Damages the air of Royal mystery" don't ya know. Anyway a world famous pornographer stopped by the Imperial Broadcast Center last night, and asked to take a few pix's.

Apparently she's doing a spread on "celebate perverts" so naturally she wanted my royal visage in the lot. I must point out that at the time I'd been up for two daze. I hadn't eaten, I had a awful headache, and a serious anxiety attack had just slipped past my med's best defences.

I was fucked up felt like shit, and wanted to die. So in the tradition of Holly Woodlawn I immediately agreed to the shoot. The images of me climbing up the side of the building with my underwear on my head while singing "Blue Moon" I edited out at the last minute.

I've decided to use that batch as Christmas cards. Otherwise this is more or less me. 'Crap I'm alot fatter than I thought! That stuff just creeps up on ya like income tax. Still I guess all them bar-b-que'd ribs I ate had to go somewhere.

Btw I like the last one. The one in the dark is the best. Click on it, and you'll see. Spacey.

"Aliens"

2007-07-21T23:43:00.000-04:00

For heavens sakes just give them Green Cards, and have done with it! Yeah I'm still playing with my dolls. Wanna make somethin' of it?! Hey it pass's the time.

In these hot months there's not much to do except broil in our own lard, and read detective novels. Well I'm done to a turn, and have run out of trashy books to half read. So I'm indulge'n myself with my digital camera, and my box of action figures.

Maybe when the heat/humidity storms end in the fall, I hope, I'll get serious again, and pester you with all the woe's of the world. Then again maybe I won't. I'm so weary of politics, and genocide.

Speaking of which I was going to do a Ruwanda/Balkans doll, and action figure strip. I'd have U.N. troops sitting around playing cards while the village they're in is exterminated by the government, and or rebel troops.

What difference does it make both sides routinely do it all over the 3rd world. Usually while the U.N. is watching. If those useless "mamalukes" was in Warsaw in 1942 they'd have just stood by, and let the Nazi's finish off the last of the Jews.

"Sorry,..intervention ain't in our mandate." That's what they told desparate people in Ruwanda. Them Jewish folks would'a heard the same shit. Fuck'em. I say tear down'n dig out that useless sheet of glass on the eastside. Put something useful in the hole. A Crack House maybe.

"Evening"

2007-07-21T23:03:00.000-04:00

Hi gang. I was wandering around the tip of Manhattan tonight, and took a few snaps. Nothing exciting just the city easeing into night. It's another warm eveing in town. Not much humdity thank gawd.

Hope your evening is peaceful too. Btw, of course click on snaps to get an eyefull.

Stay Tuned.

"Reprieved!"

2007-07-21T17:01:00.000-04:00

Well your beloved Emperor was rudely summoned to the jury box of the puppet government of New York. I bore this gross indignity with the courage you'd expect of us. We answered their uncouth questions, and behaved in a way that we hoped would be an example to the other unfortunate internee's.

However I am happy to say that we were quickly released from this inconvient servitude! The intervention of our Ministry of State, as well as hinted threats form the Royal Ministry of Assassins saved the day.

Well that, and the fact there seems to have been less murders, rapes, and armed robberies this week. Probably due to all the heavy rain lately.

You'll be happy, and relieved to know that we are back within the safty of the Royal compound, and beer gardens. Btw, serving on a jury is a noble thing. A hallmark of all more or less free societies.

It's just a pain in the ass to have to do it is all.

(Btw, "Police Cat" is a swell book.)

"Day in Court ll"

2007-07-20T02:29:00.000-04:00

It's an outrage I say! A clear violation of our Royal person, and Imperial Soveveignty! The United frigg'n Nations will hear of this foul shit!

The so-called government of the United States, and it's puppet provience of New York have given me Jury Duty!

Just when things was finally going smooth in our realm these imperialist atomic plunderer's invade our palace with their vile summons. Outragous! I'm gonna sue!

"Vote for OBAMA!" (...as many times as you can.)

2007-07-19T22:42:00.000-04:00

Ever since George Bush II, and the Republican party stole the election of 2000. I've been a tad suspicious of this whole "democracy" thing. This btw is one of the reasons I started my own autocratic Royal Republic. No elections or other inconvient trivialities here!

Anyhow a few years have passed, and there've been terror attacks, war, assorted acts of local mayhem, rotting national infastrucure, loss of rights. When they tossed out Habeas Corpus even I realized things might be getting nasty.

So maybe we should reconsider "regime change" in this country. Granted they're all asshole's, and thieves. Still putting a different crook in power will at least give us new hopefully more interesting scandals. That, and perhaps wars in more agreeable places.

France sounds like a good target.

Invading France would have the backing of the whole country. This rigthous cursade would give us instant national unity! It'd be childs play. Them froggies would surrender in a day or two like they always do, and we'd finally have that 51st state we always wanted.

We'll change the name of the place to "Freedomland". Although the former French might object to the loss of universal medical care, affordable housing, free education, and their precious five week vactions. Tough. They'll just have to learn as we have that Freedom isn't Free" it's expensive as hell. That's America's gift to the world.

But I digress.

Obama! Yep I'm an Obama man. Yeah sure he's probably playing us like all the others, but he's still a breath of fresh air. Like Kennedy he's a smart young guy that knows how shit really works. He's what America really is or at least is evolving into.

Multi-racial, cosmopolitan, techno-savy, and sexy. What the fuck more do you want. This guy is a highly entertaining major sex scandal waiting to happen. Besides that he might also save our souls,...something here for everyone. Gawd Bless America! (...and her offshore possessions.)

Stay Tuned.

"Subway Toons"

2007-07-19T21:26:00.000-04:00

"Betty",...a day in the life.

2007-07-17T23:41:00.000-04:00

Betty starts another day in North, South Central, Eastern Brooklyn. A rundown part of town that used to be the site of many Cold War munitions plants. With the unfortunate end of that glorious conflict massive unemployment came as the CIA, and Disneyland shut down all their Nerve Gas, and H-Bomb factory's.

Our hero Betty,...she's the one with the "Supergirl" fetish. Our hero who lives in one of the many abandoned Nuclear Bomb sites with her mutant "Dog" Bjorn is making ready to walk her creature, and meet some friends for breakfast.

Yes her old pals Wonderwoman, and the deceased, vegetarian zombie John Lennon are waiting for her on Valley of Tears Street. But wait! Betty smells something. Could it be,...my gawd it's the aroma of hot leather and menstral blood!

That can only mean one thing! It's Batwoman! '...and is she pissed!! Not only is she steamed at Betty for shorting her on that last heroin deal. Our Caped Lesbian Avenger is also out to even things with them two "stool pigeons" Lennon, and Wonderwoman!

Thanks to those snakes rat'n on her Batwoman has to pay off more cops. That foul shit cuts deep into her profits from the "Toon", and "Superhero" junkie market.

Without so much as a "Fuck you! Ya lowlife Mutha Fucker's! I'm gonna cut ya fuck'n tongues out! See if ya can spill anymore beans wit no frigg'n tongues ya two faced, fuck'n mamaluke's!!

Yes, without even a restrainted greeting such as that Batwoman launch's into the two informers without mercy!

Betty's radioactive "dog-thing" attempts to go for Batwoman's jugular, but is quickly dispatched to mutant doggie hell for his troubles.

All heck's breaking loose on "Valley'a Tears" street when out'a da blue come's Hillary Clinton! (In her new makeover for the election.)

Hillary a former lover, and client of Batwoman chills her out. Talks her down from her angel dust fueled rage, and gives her a bit of oral sex, and anal reaming. (Deleted scene)

Just as things were starting to get sane again the stupid vegetarian zombie John Lennon bursts in with Homeland Security to stop Batwoman! After some confusion the troops realise who this walking corpse is, and immediately bust him on outstanding charges from 1968.

Hillary intercedes on John's behalf by spreading a few bucks around, and promises of invites to the Inauguration to the cops. This springs our hippy zombie from the heat, and he goes back to his crypt in New Jersey.

Well all's well that end's well. Our pals Batwoman, Betty, and the probable next President of the United States of America Hillary decide to go Broadway to see "Lion King"

Betty forgave Batwoman for severing Bjorn's spine, and ripping his balls off, and Batwoman called off her Yakuza beheading contract on Betty. Ya remember that thing about the missing heroin. Anyway they's pals again.

The End.

(As with "A Faerie in NYC" you can see the deleted scenes from "Betty" on the "faerieland" page. Btw, Astro Boy in the Hitler Youth" is on my "Hell" blog. Well a few snaps from it anyway,..it's not finished.)

"BETTY!"

2007-07-16T00:22:00.000-04:00

Betty, besides her "Super Woman" fantasy, is a tuff gal for a tuff town! Sophie's "no bullshit" cousin kicks butt when she has to. She makes love when she wants to! She's a rough tuff babe for a rough tuff town! You offend her honor at your peril!

In the Emerald city's back alley's, factory's or potted plants you'll find her drink'n, and brawling! Yep this soldier is look'n for action so beware! Here comes Betty,...and her dog Bjorn!

Coming Soon! "Betty Buys drugs from Batwoman",...for a friend.

Stay Tuned.

"A Faerie in New York"

2007-07-15T00:58:00.000-04:00

Once upon a time there was a really swell Faerie named Sophie that lived in Union Square park. Well Sophie is a thoughtful, and socially active faerie. She's very involved in the various peace, and kindness movements that come, and go like the blinking of firefly's on a summer night.

Okay they aren't very organized, and have no staying power whatever, but they mean well. So does Sophie. Which is why she does a "faeries, and sissy's rights" show on that Anarchist radio station Wbai. It's tax free fun, and Sophie really get's a kick out'a doing it.

Every other sunday afternoon she takes the subway from the "Square" down to the broadcast studios. She enjoys the ride, and the company of her fellow New Yorkers. Who btw are the only people in the world who would never be surprized to see faeries, dragons, or unicorns sitting or hovering on the "R" train reading the funnies.

What'a town! Anyway after her subway ride Sophie takes a leasurely walk to the East side, and the station. Sometimes she stops to admire the shop windows. She especially likes the sexy ladies stores. Ya know them places with all the frilly red'n pink stuff that men think women like.

Sadly for Sophie they never have her size to say nothing of the colors! Eckk. To make matters worse them "Barbie Doll" puritans don't make "split beaver" undies. Those doll maker guys must have had their spincters wired shut with steel twine at birth. To say nuthin' about probably being toilet trained at gunpoint.

But I digress.

After our hero finish's her radio rants to the millions of bored'n over charged mass's. Sophie sez her goodbye's to the ageing hippy's that runs the joint, and heads for home. On the way she visits her favorite comix book store. "Jim Henley's Universe". Which btw is at 4 West 33rd Street. Ya can't miss it.

If the Empire State Building fell over these guy would be very immediate, and very flat toast! Also now that I think of it their web address is JHUniverse.com, and before ya start this ain't a plug.

I didn't get any free comix's. Somebody may have, but I don't think I did. Okay there could'a been a laptop involved. Perhaps a few dvd's of Paris Hilton "pick'n up the soap" in the prison shower, but that's all. Honest.

I digress's again.

Where were we,...oh yeah. Our hero Sophie after hang'n out with her slacker pals at the comix shop heads back to Union Square. Ahh! Home at last. Our dear sweetie pie lives in the tall grass'n flower patchs at the Gandhi Memorial on the north side of the park.

Yep, that Sophie what a sweetheart!

Next time the adventures of her evil cousin Betty.

(Please click on the pix's to enlarge'n get an eyeful! Also here's a nice Faerie video for ya.)

(Btw, the above is "Betty",...the "Evil" cousin. Go to my "faerieland" page, see link, for deleted scenes from this epic. Stay tuned.)

"Damp Sox"

2007-07-12T00:36:00.000-04:00

It was a rainy, but peaceful evening in the realm. I'd have taken more snaps but the batteries ran out. That's one thing I've found,...these digital thingy's suck up juice like a wino in a sterno factory. Next step get a re-charger, and the proper sort of batteries.

After that I'll try to put up some videos I've taken around the Republic. For now I'm staying in bed. I've got an awful summer cold. Eckk. As I told Lady Susan it's cleary penance for my ladies "Butt" mania.

Don't worry that sort of thing is "all behind me now!"

While walking in the rain this evening,(great for my cold), I ran into the remnates of an "Impeach Bush" demo near Flatbush Avenue. 'Got into a semi-agrument with the kids over that. I've always thought of impeachment as a bad idea. Dangerously close to an "Coup!"

The far right tried it against Clinton, now the far left want to do the same to Bush.
Rubs me the wrong way. For whatever stupid reasons the American people elected this jerk, and his buddies. That's that. The next election is in about a year,...we can wait. Fucking around with the Constitution on that level is never a good idea.

Anyway the youngsters was impatient, and wanted to hang them greasy bastards now. Isn't that always the way with kids. Bless their ruthless hearts. I mentioned the Clinton thing, but they were too young to remember or understand the context of that mess.

Well I wished them good luck, and waded away. The rain was coming down pretty good at this point. Think tropical downpour. Actually I was out in the storm to get some shots of lightning against the skyline.

I got some, but like I say the batteries went out, and I didn't want to walk 4 blocks in that malstrum to get new ones. Next time.

"HOT STUFF!"

2007-07-08T17:49:00.000-04:00

The Royal Republic swelters under the broiling sun! It was 94f in the shade today,...that's if you could find shade. We urge all of our beloved local Ministers, Admirals, Ladies, and assorted Pals to take reasonable precautions till this thing breaks.

Lady Grandma you be careful in this mess, and keep an eye on Princess Maya. You guys stay hydrated. Gracie if you're reading this come home. I've got a nice bowl of ice water for you plus your favorite upscale kat food.

Even our dear Royal Faeries were overcome with the heat! Remember what I said last winter when it was also strangely warm. Leave ice cubes out for the "Ice Faeries". Global Warming threatens them, like the Polar Bear, with extinction.

So leave some ice cubes outside your door or on your window sill. The faeries will thank you for it! In the case of regular Nymph's, and Faeries like our pals above.

Leave a crushed ice "Gin Lime Ricky" out for them. They'll be real grateful believe me!

"Ladies Butts II"

2007-07-08T06:45:00.001-04:00

As some may recall last spring we all meditated on ladies butts. Ladies butts, and why they drive everybody regardless of gender or orientation generally nuts. So I guess this is part two in an ongoing series.

I still don't have a clue why women's rear ends are so appealing to basically everybody on Earth. Hey I'm a gay pervert anarchist from way back, and should be immune. I ain't. I just know I can't ignore them.

'Matter'a fact I was embarrassed by the whole thing, and was gonna lay off for good. 'But if ya scroll back to april or was it march? My dear female readers wanted more. Truth be known so did I.

So in this frollicing season of summer I thought we should renew our relationship with ladie's wonderful butts. My pervert pals out there please bear with me. I never said that the life of the flesh was either easy or rational.

Tonight I shall dream of great, round, warm,..eh. Ahem, you understand.

(Btw if there's no images, and or rude messages in their place. It means the host site has yanked back their nasties. Don't worry I'll find more. There's no shortage of nakedness on the internet as we all know.)

"A Nice Day in the Royal Republic II"

2007-07-07T18:15:00.000-04:00

Your beloved sovereign once again was wandering about our happy'n free Republic. At the top, and just around the corner from our Royal Residence, is a peaceful street in our much loved "Royal Peoples Provience of Brooklyn".

Then various snaps of our busy provience of Manhattan. Lastly beneath the Royal Brooklyn Bridge tonight. The weather is hot'n steamy, but people are of good cheer.

More later. It's time for our ice cream cone break!

(Of course please click on the snaps to enlarge.)

"Gracie!!"

2007-07-07T16:55:00.000-04:00

Greetings my dear far flung Ministers, Comrads, and assorted pals. We are pleased to present our Royal alley cat "Gracie the First!" In a rare appearence in our backyard Her Imperial Majesty allows a few snaps to be taken of her beloved visage.

(Btw, on close examination of our sweet kitty here we think she is "with kittens" bless her regal soul! We shall keep our realm updated on this happy subject.)

Anyway after allowing us to feed, and water her. Dame Gracie then departed to explore the most distant parts of the realm. She will of course return as soon as she gets hungry again.

All Hail Gracie! "Meow!" "Meow!" "Meow!"

"New WBAI T-Shirt"

2007-07-06T05:01:00.000-04:00

Greetings, this will be the new WBAI radio t-shirt. Well not the drab black, and white ink drawing I just did here. It'll be all colorful'n stuff. Though I haven't decided just which colors. It'll come to me. Btw, sorry the snap is so dark. I had to take the image with office light.

Everyone at the station wants the "Heart, and Wings" to be red. Yeah that's swell, but red doesn't go with too many other colors. I really can't figure out what color shirt to have it printed on. Red'n blue would give folks seizures, red'n black is too gloomy.

I could really could use ya help here comrads. Me I wants to have the graphic a firey bright orange. That would match well with a lot of other shades.

Stay tuned.

"JULY 4th!"

2007-07-04T23:41:00.000-04:00

We took these just a few hours ago by the East River. A swell time was had by all. Although the hot dog guy as usual jacked up the price for the occassion. The "Royal Hot Dog Police" will investigate this offense in the morning!

Other than that it's a happy though soggy night in the Emerald City!

"A Visit to the Royal Zoo"

2007-07-04T23:01:00.000-04:00

I dropped by our Royal Republican Zoo the other day to say hello, and take a few snaps of our most famous guest. This is "Judy" the Realm's only T-Rex. She's quite a handful. A word of advise,..no sudden movements okay.

Oh, and try not have eye contact with her either. Judy has no sense of humor about that sort of thing. Eh,..also if you're menstruating it'd be a really, really good thing to stay upwind of her.

Otherwise she's a real sweetheart!

(Btw, click on any of my digital snaps, and they'll "vastly" enlarge! ...ahem.)

"A Nice Day in the Royal Republic I"

2007-07-04T22:05:00.000-04:00

Your beloved Emperor was wandering around the Realm taking snaps today. All is well. Our happy subjects are happy, and gay! The sky was blue, the winds mild, and the dreaded humdity low. Heaven in our Emerald City!

I visited the "Shrine of the Faerie's Revolt!" I could barely hold back my tears of graditude for those brave Queers, and sister Dykes. G-ddess bless them all. I then waddled down the block to the "Oscar Wilde Memorial" bookshop.

This was the first open to the public Gay, and Lesbian bookstore/community center in the whole wide world! ...and I don't mean maybe. The very first on Earth! They even carried my "Naked Angel Boy" books till they became politically incorrect, and too hot to handle. Those naked Angels,..dammit they're always causing trouble!

Anyhow we futher visted various spots of interest,..the "Village Library", the "Royal Republic State Building", and the lower Eastside piers. From the latter we can see a swell view of Brooklyn. One of our favorite provinces.

More soon as I get da hang of this digital thingy.

"My America"

2007-07-04T18:32:00.000-04:00

Black, and white American civil war re-enactors set a wreath at a war memorial. The re-enactors represent the Union 54th Mass., and the Confederate 27th South Carolina. These regiments fought each other during the war.

(The flag above is the 1861 Civil War era 34 star banner.)

In many ways our Civil War is not yet over. The struggles during the Civil Rights era was clearly part of that war. Today in our various culture wars, and stuggles for economic justice for all we still see the shadows of the Blue, and the Grey.

On this July 4th lets us remember as Americans that the war to make this a just country continues. It continues, and can still be lost.

"We May Have Err'ed"

2007-07-02T08:00:00.000-04:00

Well okay I'll admit that your beloved sovereign has gone over the edge lately. What with our annexing gas giant planets, and commissioning speed freaks to build our national monuments.

I really thought those two hippy's sculpted that arch. Imagine my surprize when it saw it in a 1957 edition of the National Geographic. Hey I've never been to Arizona so sue me. Anyway I've taken my Royal meds, and am much better now.

On the other hand them "Zorse's" is as real as income tax. They will remain the "National Quadruped of Sydneyland!" Also being forced to eat raw liver in the town square while wearing a dounce cap remains the punishment for wearing white shoes after Labor Day.

(This does not apply to our dear overseas Ministers, and spys. The white shoe thing is a local matter.)

"It will Outlast the Ages"

2007-06-30T23:30:00.000-04:00

The "Ministry of Putting Rocks on Top of Each Other" is proud to unveil our Royal Republic's first National Monument. This inspiring work is called,..."The Universe is Cooking Along Just Fine Thanks!"

This sacred monument was done overnight by a couple of speed freak hippies whom we have since lost track of. If they ever wander back to the Royal Republic let us know. We wish to give them their payment which I believe is a bag of magic mushrooms, and certain weeds.

Till then we all Hail their Great Feet!

"The Zorse"

2007-06-29T11:39:00.000-04:00

Our "Royal Republican Ministry of Nice Animals" has suggested that the "Zorse" be named our national quadruped. We whole heartedly agree with our pals on this one. This sweety pie is a happy mixture of a horsey, and a zebra.

Hey the zebra had a few at the chrismas party down at the stables, and the next thing ya know,...happy birthday little Zorsey!

Deejohn my dear "Minister of Gardens, and Altars" could you suggest a national flower, and or bug for our expanding Empire?

Peace.

"By Jove!"

2007-06-29T01:13:00.000-04:00

My Good, and Loyal Subjects, Ministers, Admirals, assorted, Nobles, spys, and annoying creditors. Know ye all that we have forthwith annexed to our Just, and Mighty Royal Republic the Great Sphere of Jupiter. The world of Mirth!

We have long admired this bright jewel of the night, and thought it only right that it join with us. The kindly beings which inhabit the upper clouds of this wonderous world have informed my ambassadors, via remote viewing, that they acceed to our invitation.

The Joveians are a species of mists, and dreams, and so we are kindred spirits. All subjects of our realm are invited to visit our new territory. They will be most welcome by our ethereal kinsmen. No passports, identification or visa's are nessesary. The Jovians are a most trusting people.

Travel to our sister realm is by Dream Time, Meditation, or spining around, and around till dizziness takes you up into the skies. Remember,...when you get there always say "Please, and Thankyou!"

"Princess Maya's Magic Visions"

2007-06-28T08:18:00.000-04:00

Our most gracious Princess Maya has honored us with a showing of some of her more thoughtful, yet playful artistic efforts. A Faerie, a Mermaid, and a tableau praising our Royal House of Uncles, Aunts, Faeries, and unemployed Cousins.

We are truly touched, indeed gladdened with this sincere presentation. We also thank our dearest friend Lady Susan for her love, and guidance that she bestows on our most favorite princess at court.

We thank you Princess Maya, and Lady Susan. We look forward to more examples of Princess Maya's considerable artistic talent.

"I Want to Have Babies"

2007-06-25T13:03:00.000-04:00

"I want to have babies",...a famous line from the Monty Python film "The Life of Brian" which illustrates the looniness of ideology, and religion among other things. "Stan" the character in the flick that wants the babies is a guy.

Sez Mr. Cleese,..."But you can't have babies!" "Where's the fetus going to gestate,..ya going to put it in a box?!

Poor Stan. Yeah I understand how ya feel pal.

Your beloved monarch wants to have heirs. To put a finer point on it I want to have babies,...I always did. Lots of them. Don't start I'm not a trannie. In fact a pal of mine who is doesn't want the damned noisy little things around.

There's another point. I am enthralled, and mystified by women. I loves'em as my dear sisters, and comrads. I'm in a way like those straight guys that are obsessed with the ladies. Only in my case without wanting to fuck their brains out,...mostly. I just like being around them.

I can see why the first cultures saw the Divinity as female. It's obvious G-d 'has' to be a woman. I mean they're the only ones in da tribe that are having the babies. They know how to grow food, find water, and they're real good at chase'n away them evil spirits too.

So to the early slobs it all made sense. Still does to me.

Anyway being around them bouncy ba-zooms, and happy souls all day in the bright sun, and fresh air made me slightly crazy. Crazy in ways I'm still not sure about. I think I'd have perfered to be your Empress, but here instead I am a mere guy. Aw that's okay I guess. I don't mind really not being your Queen. Certainly I don't mind enuff to chop my schlong off!

I often ask my gal pals what it's like being a woman. I get different answers from each one. It's like they're describing the same mystery from different angles. That's interesting. Also many don't want kids. That's one'a them mysteries I mentioned. If I could I'd have 5 or 6 for sure.

So here I am musing about womanhood. Sort of like a robin wondering what it's like to be a butterfly. Very often, now for example, I enjoy art photos, and paintings of my gal comrads.

Yeah, sure looking at nice naked folks is always fun, but I'm after something more. I think. I'm trying to see, to find that gaia stuff or whatever. It's in there somewhere for sure.

Yeah I'm queer as hell. I like da boys just fine thanks. Still you gals has got stuff we ain't. Not just bah-zooms or a womb neither. You take this spiritual X-File of your's for granted too. Can you at least give me a hint?

Stay tuned.

"Royal Queersville"

2007-06-25T05:01:00.000-04:00

"Pervert Day" like the wonderful Mermaids Parade was blessed by the G-ddess with glorious weather. Though I only saw the end of the grand festivities clearly a swell time was had by all! I was still tired, and sun burnt from my frivolities during yesterdaze Mermaid's hyjinks so I made a short day of it.

We retired to our palace for more much needed rest before our Royal Broadcast to the Realm. Many thanks to all my radio friends, and subjects. Your love, and regards were felt by your sovereign. Blessings upon you all my good, and loyal Comrads.

I retire to my chambers now to sleep, but fear not you are always uppermost in my mind, and heart.

Stay Tuned.

"Two Million Nipples"

2007-06-23T20:12:00.000-04:00

Everywhere I looked I saw some swell mermaid's floppy disc's. Normally, me being a well mannered gent, and a Emperor I'd avert my eyes. I'd look away from those mounds of soft comely flesh, and excuse myself.

However on this happy day I gleefully complimented my warm'n damp sistah's on their bouncy bah-zooms, and offer them a bite of my Hot Dog,...ahem. Okay I'm Queer, but I ain't made'a stone!

What a Day! The bright sun shone down on the happy throngs of demented New Yorkers, and assorted aliens. Human, and otherwise. There were smiles aplenty in what had to be a crowd of 1,000,000+! The Royal Mermaid Parade was a wild frothy success!

In this mighty swarm of gleeful humanity I lost track of my dear Grand Admiral Pickles. Indeed I could barely see any of the Parade so vast was the crush of steaming humanity. On a down note there was nearly a riot at Stillwell Avenue Transit hub because the cops refused to let the tired, and overheated revelers to cross the street to the station.

Cops doing what they do best turned a minor traffic control incident into a near riot by their usual attitude of hostility to weirdo's, and fondness for obeying orders. No matter how stupid.

This however did not darken what was a bright, and happy day for my loyal subjects. My fellow monarch King Neptune opened the summer season by throwing various fruits, and household appliances into the sea!

As I said there were many healthy, bare, and bouncy bah-zooms jiggle'n about. As well as sightings too numerous to count of male fortitude! They too bounced along the summery Broadwalk of Fame.

There were quite a few tanned cheeks as well,...ahem. Indeed this day there was something for everyone in our happy Royal Republic. The G-ddess had banished her ancient nemisis "Shame!" from the gleeful proceedings!

"Bread, Rose's,& Music"

The Mermaid, and the Gay Pride Parade's are as close as New York gets to a "Nudist Festival of Peace, and Free Being!" Which btw is a seriously neat idea. Mind you I nolonger have the body for this sort of mischief. Nevertheless some dangerous perverts, pacifist's, artist's, and trouble makers should get together, and organize this thought crime.

I heard they did something like that, a "Human Festival", out west somewhere. Probably San Francisco,...where else! Nothing like a healthy dose of good natured fun, and sensuality to scrape off various neurosis's that build up like barnacles all over our souls.

There was loud annoying music, near naked people dance'n, laughter, oceans of beer, mega tons of hot dogs, glaciers of ice cream, and assortied flavored smoothies! The sky was bright, the humidity low, the wind fresh. What more could anyone ask for?

A tired Mermaid rides the subway home after a hard day of wet, happy, deranged celebration. Summer is upon us big time! Tis' the Solstice, Mid-Summer's Day! Revel my dear, and good subjects! Be of Good Cheer!

More after my royal dinner, and snooze.

Meanwhile here are some blasts from the past!

"The Ministry of Fun"

2007-06-22T10:53:00.000-04:00

My good, and loyal subjects, greetings. We wish you to be informed that we have instituted a new Ministry within our Royal Republican Digital Nation. I am happy to announce the establishment of the "Royal Ministry of Fun".

Please take note that "Fun" is a serious business, and not to be taken lightly. Er, well certainly one 'should' make light of 'it'. Nevertheless it should never be 'taken' lightly if you see what I mean.

Rather like not snorting up all of Peru when one or two lines Of "Coca Powder" would suffice. ...ahem.

'But to the business at hand. We are happy to appoint our dear friend, and legal consul Mistro Santiago as the first "Minister of Fun!" Senor Santiago who is a scholar, a fearless journalist, a courageous soldier for freedom, a good son, and a swell dad will make an excellent Minister.

He has already set about his duties by beginning research into the true nature of fun, and how it enhances our health, and our general sense of being. The mission statement of the Ministry is "You have to be alive to laugh".

Within our just, and good Royal Republic fun is to be a major pass time of our subject. Or at least those good people that wish to take part in our joyous frivolities. Of course as always,...consent! Consent is the corner stone of our Royal Free Association!

Remember all are free to be as miserable as they wish, but fun, and contentment are available options. Which reminds me the Royal Ice Cream Pavilions will open on sunday which is also Gay Pride Day. So have a nice weekend.

We shall be attending the Annual Mermaids Parade on the 'morrow. We shall be wearing our Crown, and carrying the Holy Rubber Ducky. The ducky will be cast into the sea to open another summer season.

We hope to see some of our good, and loyal subjects there. So till that time Blessings upon you all.

"Lady Zazie"

2007-06-21T04:10:00.000-04:00

Yes true I promised not to post video's in this particular part of the Realm. However the scholar Zazie, one of the "Royal Republic's" most gracious, and kind hearted noble women is praised in this one. So just for this special occasion we shall play host to this presentation.

Hail Zazie!

(Lady Zazie is quite fond of the Royal Rabbits.)

"SUMMER OF LOVE!"

2007-06-21T02:11:00.000-04:00

To my good, and loyal subjects. We have decided to declare the month of July "Acts of Goodwill, Month". Indeed while meditating in our closet we were inspired by an Angel.

This Holy Messanger from the Heavenly Realms did tell us that besides doing our laundry in a more timely fashion, perhaps bathing regularly, and putting more greens in our diet. Besides these useful suggestions the Angel of the G-ddess did say that we should stop whineing, and get busy with our real work.

Which is being an example of thoughtful kindness, and generousity to our dear subjects, and assorted Ministers. As we know such undertakings are far easier said than done. One must be in the giving 'mood' for that sort of thing. Mass torture, and executions are not only easier, but so much more fun.

Yet I shall stay my bloody hand of vengence against the undeserving mob,..ahem. I shall do this because it is right, but mostly because that Angel showed me a vision of the Firey Furnace. Nuff said!

So mercy, and sharing it is.

So my dear one's share what you have with those in need. Com'on I'm not saying to hand the keys of your vintage "Jaguar XKE" to the first crack head that piss's on your shoes. There are other more practical, and immediate things you can do.

Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, etc., etc.,..it's easy as pie. For example. It's been very hot in our happy land this past month. I have begun the habit of giving our fresh, cold bottled water to our suffering homeless scattered about our streets. That, and fresh fruit.

Some nice fruit, and a cold drink on one of our 90f afternoons is just what the Angels ordered. One may not be able to repair all the cruel social damage wrought by the previous regime. However now within our new "Just, and Kindly Royal Republic" at least everybody can have a peach, and a dash of cool water.

Those of you that are Ministers or represent our "Republican Kingdom" in other lands may do whatever is most suitable in you local circumstance. You have our leave to act independently in this Holy matter.

As I say we have declared July as "Acts of Selfless Goodwill Month!" So bake those cookies, store up that water, and make lists of all the summer fruit that folks in need might like. If nothing else maybe one might smile just a bit more often. I can say from experience such a simple gift would be most welcome to those in grief or distress.

Btw, we have also decided that the "Penny Whistle" shall be our National Musical Instrument. Simple to play, cheap, and easily hidden. Perfect.

"R.R.S.A.F."

2007-06-18T07:03:00.000-04:00

Above are proposed aircraft for our "Royal Republic of Sydneyland Air Force". As expected whenever a country is added to the phone book vendor's come calling. Our Royal person has had to deal with merchants of every variety.

Seller's of everything from the secret of the "TV Dinner" to surplus ex-Soviet H-Bombs. Those awful little dinner's give us imperial gas, and H-Bombs are just too damned loud. Besides we're not mad at anybody yet.

However a very nice lady, in a lovely summer dress I must say. A very nice hat too. This sweet person came 'round to our palace the other day. I call her Betty. That's not her name, but I like the Flintstones so she humor's me. Such a sweet heart.

Anyway "Betty" had heard that I was in the market for a Royal Navy. I mean after all I did appoint a Grand Admiral the other day. Well as I braced myself to be showered with more brochures depicting rusting Cold War junk. Betty opens her hand bag, and shows me,...a Navy! A cute little air force too!

She explained that since I was such a kindly, and forgiving monarch it was unlikely that I'd ever need any of those nasty, and insanely expensive engines of actual war. Instead she offered the service's of her company to build scale models of any sort of armed force we desired.

Apparently many nations around the world were her clients. As she said, "Whenever a bit of saber rattling for called for all one had to do was trot out the Royal Toys". These would be video'd close up with digitals effects, and broadcast about the world.

We'd be seen by our foes as armed to the teeth! None would be the wiser to our special toy box. Indeed Canada, Australia, Brazil, and France among others had been doing this for many decades. Well of course I signed a Treaty with Betty's fine though highly secret company right away.

So,...above are two planes of our future air force,..the "R.R.S.A.F." The Navy,.."R.R.S.N." is still being built. Balsa wood, and cardboard is so much cheaper that steel! Less dangerous too.

A special note. As soon as we learn how to use our grey market Imperial digital camera we'll be posting images of our heroic Defense Forces on this medium. Also Royal snapshots of our happy subjects, and peaceful Realm.

Stay Tuned.

"Ruffles, and Flourishes"

2007-06-15T02:21:00.000-04:00

After discussions with my confessor Dr. Rt. Rev. R.P. Martin, and Nurse Pickles my appointed in asentia Grand Admiral of the Royal Republican Navy, and personal physician . We have decided that the above design is fitting as our personal Royal Standard. The Masons after all were the true founders of America.

Indeed my passed away beloved Royal Grand Uncle "J.B." was a Mason as well. You remember him. I told his story once upon a time on the radio. He ran away with a Carnival when he was a teenager. They traveled all over the gulf'n then Mexico, even went down to South America for a while.

He had himself a hell of a time. Unk. Jaybee, and his pals eventually left the carnival when they stopped paying them. A common problem in them days. The guys made a living for a bit juggle'n stuff on the streets of Panama City.

They went further south, and ended up in Venezuela where they split up. Probaby not smart since Caracas even then was a seriously scary place. 'But boys will be boys. Young tough guys have the bad habit of thinking that they're immortal.

Well after nearly being killed by everything from the corrupt federales, pissed off whores, scorpions, and bad rum my Uncle John Basptize decided to head for Guyana where we have relatives.

(Btw, I've always strongly suspected that I have a string of unknown "cousins" from El Paso to the Panama Canal. My Uncle was a ladies man even then.)

Anyway he hung around with distant relatives in Georgetown till he got fed up with being yelled at for not getting a job, and joined the Royal Merchant Navy. Guyana was "British Guyana" or "Beegee" in them daze, and part of His Majesties Empire.

His being Black, and a Yank didn't matter to them Brits much as they needed every warm body they could get. War was coming, and they didn't mean maybe! Uncle J.B.,..."Jaybee" as we called him later made a bunch'a convoy runs on the Atlantic once the shit hit the fan.

After all manner of hair raise'n mayhem Unk. decided to leave one of the times they docked in New York. I guess that was desertion of a sort, but he wanted to go home. Also we was still neutral then. Now that I think about it both the feds, and the Brits could'a busted him. As usual though he just walked away in the confusion.

Uncle Jaybee eventually found his way back to Ocean Springs Mississippi our ancestrial home. Ironically after all his experiences at sea he couldn't get into the American Navy after Pearl Harbor.

This since they was a quota on how many Negros they'd let in. That, and they only let colored's be cook's or servant's. Fuck that he said . He joined the Army instead, and was in the 761st tank corp, a Black unit, and fought in France, including the "Battle of the Bulge".

But getting back to them Masons. I have no idea what them folks were or are about. I only remember that they gave great picnic's when I was a kid, and that they run the world. Well them, and the Knights Templar. So to get on their good side we have decided to put their Herald on our standard. At least till we think of something better.

I 'was' going to use this here design. It match's my moods when my meds don't work. It conveys the proper dread that a sovereign needs to get things done. Nothing personal, but that boiling moose oil just seems to come in so handy when there's a bottle neck on this or that project.

Stay tuned.

"The Universe Winked"

2007-06-14T07:05:00.000-04:00

The Multiverse winked, and a trillion, trillion dreams blended into each other. Like Divine cream poured into Celestrial coffee visions of Paradise, Hell, and just regular days, and ordinary things slipped into around, and through each other.

Within this holy storm new realities, and old forevers danced, and mated. Eternities were destroyed, and created again. From this we came. From this all that is, will be or could be came.

This was in a dream I had today. Corny maybe. An LSD 101 sort of thing, but a hell of a ride while it lasted. I've been having alot of these "vision" dreams lately. Well them, and the usual assortment of nightmares from my unhappy past.

Your past will not let you go. The crap that you somehow survived is always with you, and it has a big mouth. Your happy stuff rarely sez shit. They just stand around reading last years newspapers while your hell memories scream in your soul.

'But then the wonder of the multiverse grabs hold of ya, and sez "Hey will you snap out of it. You're not just some slob. You're no tax paying loser like them demon tell ya!

You're a fuck'n Gawd fer Christ'z sakes. a Gawd I'm tell'n ya!! What da hell's ya problem?! Can't ya see your Halo all bright, and trailing clouds of glory'n stuff. Why don't ya try opening ya eyes for a change? Ya dummy!

Then that time you got kicked in the teeth by them school yard bullies creeps in, and you forget your Divinity again.

"Home at Last"

2007-06-14T05:44:00.000-04:00

Well this is more like it! My loyal retainers found this nice little number in a secret valley in Prospect Park. (Click on the image for a better look. Hot stuff huh?!) It's furnished, has cable, and the plumbing works. Best of all our neighbors won't shoot at us or call us confusing names.

Seems were share'n the valley with a Faerie Circle, and a part-time Coven of Witch's. So other than the occasional mis-fired spell we should be alright. We're finally open for business.

Welcome to the (temporary), Palace of the Emperor of the "Royal Republic of Sydneyland!"

That's okay you don't have to bow. At least not today. As a token of our good will all those who have offended our person are freed from the Royal Dungeon. Eh,...actually it's an old No. 7 bus we "borrowed" from the MTA junk yard.

Anyway you naughty, reactionary miscreants can go, and don't fuck with our Royal Personage again! Scram!! ...Ahem.

Now about the National headdress. I have this thing for fez's. They're the ancestor to the beret ya know. Yeah them things got's alot of mileage on 'em, and they're cool. Hummm, lets see.

Yes! It's settled. I hereby decree that the "Fez", (w/or without tassel), is the Noble, and National Headdress, with reasonable variations, for all the good souls of Sydneyland. There, not bad for the first day on da job huh.

Now about our Navy...

Stay tuned.

"Deep Waters"

2007-06-13T23:13:00.000-04:00

Now, to the Royal Business at hand. It's the middle of June already, and I still haven't decided on what to wear to the Grand Royal Mermaids Parade. Indeed this may be the last one for some time! G-ddess forbid it may be the last one for all time!

This social atrocity thanks to the fascist, nay Demonic, Vampireific real estate speculators of New York. Despoilers of the helpless poor. Exploiters of the middle class, and territorial hit'men for the thoughtless, cruel, and greedy rich.

If your wise, patient Emperor were not of a kindly, and forgiving nature We would long ago have sent forth our fearless "Crips'n Blood Ninja's!" to dispatch these evil do'ers! But temperance, and forgiveness stays our wrathful hand. We must forgive, and pray for the wicked. Still keep the shotguns, and black jacks handy,...just in case.

Well we were thinking of something simple. Perhaps a "Mermaid hat" of some sort. I was considering a hula outfit, but at our age modesty may be the wiser course. My legs aren't what they were so that grass skirt, lovely tho' it is, is out'a da question. Further We wouldn't embarrass the Royal party by exposing our expansive Imperial tummy.

However we have been reminded of our other interest. The deranged, and generally false legends of the old American West. Not completely false, but mostly. Still they're lots of fun! Away perhaps we may present our selves to the loyal mass's a cow-person of one sort or another.

What with "Gay Pride" day coming up maybe I'll mix the two Holy Daze together, and dress as as a Cowboy'Mermaid. Granted not a traditional costume, but we are an adventurous monarch.

"Try Shove'n This!!"

2007-06-13T22:27:00.001-04:00

Well as they say Rome wasn't built in a day. Mostly because of the unions. However this will not be a problem with the construction of the Imperial Sydneyland Palace, and Funhouse! I've spared no expense in hire'n Japanese robots, and cyborgs from Uath to erect our new capital.

Blogsphere has never seen a palace of such wonder, and mayhem as our glorious Jewel within the Crown of Sydneyland. Indeed "Citizen Kane's" tragic ghost sits up from his gilded crypt in envy of this 8th Wonder of the World!

The 1939 Worlds Fair, and all the various manifestations of Disneyland pale in comparison! The gawd's look down on this pavillion, and despair, the mere lords of Microsoft are stunned, and shamed, even the Knights Templar the true rulers of the world are taken a'back for a moment!

Yes Behold the fully erect, hard, and ready, exhalted spire of the capital of Sydneyland!

Ahem,...eh this of course is our Capital research team's rendering. If it doesn't pan out we still have a lot of that boiling beaver oil left over for them. Anyway if we have to put our Mile High flat on hold we still have a fall back.

This is our present temporary Capital, and Royal Imperial Residence of the Glorious Realm of Sydneyland, and Protectorates. It ain't too bad except when it rains or when the people across the road get drunk, and start shooting at us.

"The Royal Republic is Established!"

2007-06-11T07:14:00.000-04:00

Greetings my good, and loyal Comrad Subjects. Behold our glorious banner. Long may it wave over our beloved blog! All, well most who come to this theoretical realm are welcome. We are the first independent nation to establish itself in Blogsphere.

Well okay there might be other's, but I ain't heard of them. We'll deal with these guys as they turn up. Humm, maybe we should have a Navy or something. Just in case them other characters has any funny ideas.

Anybody want to be Grand Admiral of the Sydneyland Royal Republican Navy?

Well let me know. We're still getting organized so there's a lot of openings. Anyway I must give proper credit to "Royal Minister of Songs, and Stuff" A.I. This whole shebang was his idea. That, and I always wanted to be a demented, crazed, though somewhat benign absolute Emperor of a digital corner of Blogsphere.

Right, my first act as your consensual Boss of Boss's is to borrow a post from a neighboring realm. It's okay I asked first. We're a 'polite' though slightly evil totalitarian state. We always say please, and thank you before we steal stuff.

Okay here's the article we got from Comrad Ched.

(This is my exhausted friend, Dennis)

Dennis wants to be an entertainment news reporter and really high-pressured me to put his story on my blog. He worked all night writing it, so here it is.

NICK NOLTE IS A BIG CRYBABY by Dennis Conrad
Hollywood June 8, 2007

A hysterical Nick Nolte was sent screaming and crying back to jail Friday after a judge ruled that he must serve out his sentence behind bars rather than in the comfort of his mansion.

"It's not right!" wailed Nolte, who violated his probation in a reckless driving case. "Mom!" he cried out to his mother. "Make them stop!" Nolte sobbed throughout the hearing, dabbing his eyes, and his body shook constantly. Several times he turned to his mother who was seated behind him in the courtroom, and mouthed, "I love you."

Hours earlier, the 66 year old actor was taken handcuffed from his home in a black-and-white police car, paparazzi sprinting in pursuit and helicopters broadcasting live from above. He entered the courtroom disheveled and weeping, hair askew, without makeup, wearing a fuzzy gray sweat shirt over slacks.

Oh wait--it wasn't Nick Nolte, it was Paris whats-her-name.

(Thank you Comrad Ched. Importing your post, with permission, is the Royal Republic's first official act!)

Our logo design team just came up with this as the ensign for the Royal Sydneyland Navy. Cool. I always liked the Union Jack, and the Dragon lets folks know we're cute, but nuts.

All we need now is some ships.

"One For All! & All for Me!"

2007-06-11T05:18:00.000-04:00

(A cross section of the Republic reacted with terror, and mild nausea to our first Royal flag design.)

In order to have a more silly Blog I, henceforth known as "We", do hereby establish the "Royal Republic of Sydneyland" I,..eh 'We' were going to call it the "Peoples Republic etc., but the new political prisons aren't finished yet. Also we're still working on the Royal Republican anthem. That, and the official Sydneyland headdress.

Watch the skies for there will be signs, and wonders to be seen. Fear not for all will be made clear by our Ministry of Drag Balls. This will be a Realm of oddities, and tax free diversions

(This design only elicited annoyed indifference from the loyal mass's.)

The Ministry of "Things to be Done" staked out the first flag design team over fire ant mounds. This after dipping them in honey, and salt. It was hoped that this would encourage the second design team to better their efforts.

Now this is more like it. It'll look good on t-shirts too. I guess we won't have to boil the second team in beaver oil after all. Okay now all I have to do is finish up on that national ethnic blogsphere headdress, and slap together the anthem. After that we're in business. Anyone know the U.N.'s phone number?

Stay tuned Our good, and loyal subjects.

"Divine Game,...Part ll"

2007-06-09T21:49:00.000-04:00

(I offered the G-ddess's my coins about a block south of this spot. Closer to the bridge)

The Brooklyn Bridge hummed overhead. Undocumented Chinese fisherladies were casting out their lines. Early 4th of July firecrakers rumbled in the distance. I dug into my pocket, and pulled out six quarters.

"To the Spirits, and G-ddess's of this river, and the seas. I petition for my dear friends Susan of Saint Whitman's Island, and A.I. of Deutschland". "Make them whole, happy, and well. Blessed Be".

I then held my right hand over the East River, and let slip the six silver coins. They sparkled as they hit the water and flipped end over end to the riverbed. The petition was heard, the offering accepted, the Magic begun.

Amen.

"Clink! My Day in Court,...Part ll"

2007-06-09T19:40:00.000-04:00

(Thousands of outraged citizens demonstrate for Uncle Sidney outside the dreaded U.S.Court House)

Well I went back to Brooklyn Supreme Court yesterday. Btw I think this is one of the place's they're going to take our old pal Osama Bin Laden. If they ever catch'em. Indeed if they're even interested anymore.

Ya know I'm no 9/11 conspiracy wacko, can't stand'em, but ya gotta admit the feds not being hot on the trail raise's questions. This thing stinks from the head, and I don't mean maybe!

I mean Ossma went from being the most "Wanted Man" on earth to,..what? He could be selling "Grateful Dead" t-shirts in front of Macy's, and no one'd notice. Hell Osama is probably drive'n a cab right here in town. That or maybe manageing a fried chicken joint over in Brooklyn. 'Guess he figured if nobody was look'n for'em he might as well settle down, and start a business like everybody else.

Ossma got himself the best "Get out of Jail" free card in history! Ya know he really ought to send the Prez a nice thank you note. Yeah maybe Osama should send a cake or copies of his pay stubbs from when he was on the payroll. Cough, cough,...ahem.

(Osama, above, hosting a game show in Cleveland. "Let's Chop off your Infidel Husband's Head then Blow Up the White House". It's very popular with abused wives, and disaffected voters.)

'But I digress's there for a bit.

What I'm on about is my ongoing adventures in the world of corrupt city politics. In this case the jury system, and being caught by same. Aw man, imagine being judged by what the system drags in. This bunch would hang you for the fun of it.

'Reminds me of an old New Yorker cartoon of these Pilgrims burning someone at the stake up in Salem. The image is of all these demented, blood thirsty founding fathers about to grill some poor slob like a rack of ribs. The caption sez,..."Oh no we don't believe in Witch's anymore" "This one's just for kicks!"

That about sums up the American jury system. The only people in it are those dumb enuff not to get out of it. The rest is judicial history. The Einsteins that end up on our juries either give you life in Attica for spitting in the subway or acquit for mass murder. Fucking typical.

Even better is when they return a kid to an abusive home. How many times have we seen this happen. A stupid jury, and or some politically correct judge give's the kid back to the insane parents. A week or two later there's a piece on page 78 of the "Post" that sez the kid is dead.

Usually killed in some horrible way. Shoved into the oven because the demented parents thinks the kid is infested w/demons. Thrown into the river in a sack filled with rocks, locked in a closet to starve, that or fucked to death by the guardians, and their buddies. Do we cofidence in da System yet?

Well there I go again digress'n all over the place!

Infact it's more of a digression than usual. Between the above sentence, and this I paused this shebang, and went out for a hotdog. I tell'ya ya can't beat a Nathan's Dawg! While I was out I ran into a demonstration. A couple'a thousand folks. They was marching for suicide. Well naturally I joined right in. These are my kind'a people.

Well after a block or so I realized that this was an anti-suicide newage cult. Bleep this. Yeah they mean well, but whenever you find ya self in a mob where everybody is wearing the same thing, has the same "truebeliever stare", and is trying to talk you into joining up on the spot.

LEAVE!! Run for it before ya end up give'n these loons all your dough, and ya soul too!

But on a happier note. Lets Eat!

(Food of da G-ds! ...eh, the G-ddess's too.)

I went to the seaport, and got my Dawgs, fries too. I say good luck to them. Suicide is a bummer. Been there, tried that. Cults are almost as bad, but you can't go wrong with a dawg, fries, and an orange drink while sitting by the river watching eternity go by.

Thus refreshed where was I?

(I didn't draw this. Nice though.)

Oh yeah. I finally made it to court to clear up my various legal entaglements. I blew off the "heat" when I didn't fill out my jury availibility forms. So they put a subeana on my butt. It was "Downtown" or else! First time I went they turned me away. There was thousands of folks there.

(Btw, these fries are fantastic. Man with good stuff like this in the world even I feel hope.)

Well last time they turns me away because it looked like half of Brooklyn blew these evil, pencil push'n court house ganiffs off. So I comes back next day, and does my duty. I hate this. It scares the crap out'a me. It's like being called down to the Headmaster's office to be beaten up for breathing,...again.

Surprize! A nice cop! There are some ya know. He was a cool italian guy, and an oldtimer like me. Well he ushers me through when I explains my tragic situation to'em. I won't mention his name to prevent the other storm troopers from shooting him.

So this swell cop helps me out, and I'm out'a there in no time flat. Only problem is that as "punishment" for not mailing my form in they've given me automatic jury duty.
I tells them I'm nuts, taking meds, and in a shrinks care. They sez I can kiss their collecitve butts.

("Tough Love Messiah" A Jesus for the 21st Century!)

I tells them I'll vote innocent on any case of poor folks stealing food, or tresspassing to find a place to sleep. This as a matter of Christian Mercy. They say I can't do that. I sez again I'm nuts, and they sez yeah ya might be at that. So I has to bring in a note from my Doc that offically sez I'm nuts. What with my believing in Mercy for hopeless offenders like the Nazzarene'n did.

Mercy, and Justice ain't the same. They don't talk. Rarely sit at the same table. They don't send each other holiday cards are always at opposite ends of the feast during Thanksgiving, weddings, and funerals.

So when I threw the monkey wrench of Mercy into the Temple of Justice,...well sparks flew, and I'm hoping to get away in the confusion.

Stay tuned.

"A Divine Game"

2007-06-07T22:09:00.000-04:00

(The Divinely closed St. Pat's. That Gal will do anything to piss me off!)

Well there I was keeping a promise to Susan, ai, and G-d. I said to my blogsphere pals ai, and Susan that I would light a candle for them at church, and say some prays for their recovery. My pals have been going through the meat grinder lately

I figured I put in a few good words for my buddies with the G-ddess. Hey, couldn't hurt right. Right. Well I'm sure you've heard about no good deed going unpunished. Where to start.

First I went to Trinity church down here on Wall Street,..no dice. It was closed. (?!) Who knows why. There's two more churches nearby, and they were both locked up. I mean seriously locked up. Big rusty chains, and greasy locks. I'm seeing a pattern here.

Okay Gawd wants to fuck around w/me I'm game! The heartless bitch is gonna hear my frigg'n prayers wheather She want's to or not. Lock me out of my local church huh? Well I'll show her! I'll go to the biggest deal in mid-town. I'll go to St. frigg'n Pat's! Ha! How do you like them apples ya murdering bastard!

Ruwanda wasn't enuff fun for you you had to have Dafur too! What next a nuke in Chicago, London, maybe some Ebola in Moscow?! You're gonna hear my gawd damned prayers if it kills me!

So there I am on the #4 train going uptown. It was crowded, and hot like only NYC subways can torture you. "Fuck with me will you" I mumbles to Gawd under my breath. No one takes notice. Everybody else on the train is also mumbling murderous oaths. I love New York!

I gets out at Grand Central Station, btw, Grand it is. This is the Emerald City despite itself. I starts to feel faint,..I ain't had food in 48 hours. Long story there I was fasting for peace. Yeah it'll be here any minute.

Anyway I grabs a couple'a hot dawgs, and a soda. I jams them into my craw'n wash's it all down with a "warm" coke,...swell. Remind me to track that hot dog guy down so I can slug'em. That's for later right now I'm on a mission! I got prayers to say, and candles to light, and nobody not even the "Big Bitch" upstairs is gonna stop me!

I escapes from the hell of our terrify'n subway system, and starts walking 'cross town. Madison Avenue, Fifth Avenue, the materialist centers of the known world! Yet all the "Big Gal" in the sky has to do is wink, and we're all monkeys again shit'n in the jungle, and climbing trees.

Evolution. Yeah that was one of her best practicle jokes. She still falls over laughing when she looks at us. Hairless monkeys with atomic bombs, and income tax. Ha, it is kind'a funny at that.

Nevermind Divine humor. I gott'a to get to church! 42nd St., 44th, 48th,...50th! "Saint Patricks Cathedral!!",...and it's closed.

'The fuck?!!

Aw com'on, She ain't actually gone'n shut down one of her biggest tourist carnivals just to bleep with me has She? I looks to the sky, and I swear I hear Holy snickering. Then there's a streak of lightning, and a rummble of thunder over in 'Jersey.

The Bitch.

Well I ain't through yet. I goes uptown to that other smaller Cathedral, sorry I can never remember the name. You guested it. Not only was it shut down, but the cops was kicking the homeless off the steps. Nice, real nice. 'Guess the Mayor don't want the tourist's to see how many New Yorkers are desparately poor. Almost half at the last count, and most of them children. Is anything being done for them. In a word,...no.

What the fuck am I gonna do now. I'm game for any place of worship,..as if She deserved any. Well every place I came across was either closed or having a private service. I found Nothing, nada, nyet, no open holy grounds.

Well I walks back to the radio station on Wall Street,..(wbai.org) where I works. Lets see 72nd street to 'Wall, and the Battery is how many miles? Well more miles than I've walked in a while that's for sure.

I sweated off all kinds of fat on the way back. Didn't see any churchs open. Lots of happy tourists, and miserable New Yorkers though. 'Enough self pity I ain't done yet. She won't have the last laff,..at least not this time. I'll go to the Competetion. She ain't the 'only' game in town ya know!

Here's the deal. The waters around the City is full of all sorts of spirits, and stuff. We all knows this. Heck the Indians tried to tell the Dutch. 'Stupid Calvinists, didn't believe them.

This is why they got kicked out, why we speak the Kings English, sort of, instead of whatever the hell the Dutch speak. Don't fuck with the Water Spirits if you want to get by in this town.

They're out there believe me. You don't live here, and not know that. Anyway when I leave this joint in the morning I'll go over to the East River. It's just across the street for Heavens sakes.

I'll do my prayers for my pals to the "Four Winds", and the G-ddess's of the lands, and the sea's. Then I'll toss in a dollar. That should do the trick. At least them "Heathen Water Spirit Gals" still seem to like me.

I work out my problems with the "Big Lady in the Sky" later.

Next week: "Uncle Sidney vs the Sky!"

"CLINK!"

2007-06-06T01:32:00.000-04:00

Well here's the problem. I'm going to jail. Thought that'd get ya attention. Well I 'am' going to the slammer if I don't appear in court soon. See I've been blowing off all these jury notices for a few months.

It wasn't even actual appearance notice's. They just wanted me to fill out a form,..name, address, s.s.# the usual bullshit. I never got around to it. Hey my life is a rollercoaster in hell, I'm busy dammit!

The "Kings County", that's Brooklyn to you martians. The County Sheriff's Department is a city patronage porkbarrel job for friends of friends of the insider big shots. It's basically a licence to steal, and they do!

Them Sheriff's is a nasty part of the City politcal structure. Back in the day they were hit men for various competeing power blocks in New York. It'd been that way since the Dutch were running this 'Berg.

Well anyway now they want me to come down in person to "fill out a form!" or they'll shoot me, then put me in jail, then fine me a few thousand bucks. Through perhaps not in that order.

I wonder if I'll be shot trying to escape or shot while resisting lawful seizure of my wallet, belt, and shoes. Things has got real weird in the States lately. Imagine an East Germany 3000 miles wide, or is it 2000? I was never especially good at geography. Anyway a DDR from Boston to San Francisco.

Gawd Bless America.

Anyway I guess I ought to get over there, and do my frigg'n duty, and put some Crips, Bloods, tax resisters, and hungry homeless people in jail via our impartial jury system. As the famous American saying goes,.."Better them than Me!"

Anyway I'll let you know what happens. If you don't hear from me for a while I'm a guest of the Kings County Sheriffs Department.

"Planetary Chaos"

2007-06-03T20:26:00.000-04:00

I don't know if I should be shoveling snow or going to the beach. In the space of 24 hours we went from early summer heatwave to mid-fall cold wind, and rain storm. Global warming is at heart climatic chaos. Basically the worlds winds have gone crazy because the oceans are heating up. So anything can happen at any time, anywhere.

There are now tornados in New Jersey. Sometimes within sight of Manhattan. 'Course there was that un-official one that touched down in Queens last year. Then there was that twister in London recently.

Aw don't worry though the feds have it all under control. They still say this isn't happening. Well okay they've come a bit further. They say it isn't happening that much. New Orleans? What flood? What national disaster, and shame?

After we get hit with a bunch of twisters, and or storm surge floods. I wonder if they'll abandon Brooklyn like they did New Orleans. Don't worry they'll probably rebuild parts of Manhattan,...that's where the rich live. The rest of the city just has regular folks in it. Ya know,..like New Orleans.

Oh here I am all doom, and gloom. There is some good news. The feds may,..may mind you lend some financial assistance to New Yorkers that are suffering from 9/11 toxic poisoning. If you've been reading the papers some are starting to die from the fallout plume. Thing is the insurance companies are doing everything they can not to payoff the victims.

It's so bad that even 'this' government is ashamed,...and that's pretty bad.

"Warrior Priest"

2007-06-03T06:06:00.000-04:00

Them last two posts below there sums me up pretty good. Yeah I'll pray, and do them good works'n all. However if that don't work I might have to tool ya up till you sees reason! If you've been following my adventures on my "Hell" blog you'll know that I'll do what I have to, when I have to.

The weird thing is one can get to enjoy taking down bad guys. So far I've had a winning streak. Five violent confrontations forced on me, and five wins. Two more, and I'm an Ace! Thing is I don't want anymore. If there's no more in my lifetime,...fine.

I did what a man had to do, but I ain't looking for trouble. Still if ya wants to see what happens when you fuck with me or mine I'm ready. Thing is the fools, and bullies that have been stupid enuff to get in my face really didn't expect any shit.

That sort is all talk, and threat. So when they run into someone that don't play that they're surprized as hell. That's one of the things I recall most from my recent battles. The bad guys all had this look of stunned surprize on their faces. This just before I knock'em out or pins'em to da ground.

(What?! Is this the same queer sweetie pie that does that nice "faerieland" blog? ..eh, see link on right. Well is it? In a word..., yeah.)

Hey I'm push'n 60, and I'm doing this. Imagine what I'd have been like if I was younger, and had to fight. Which is an interesting point. I just went 25+ years without lifting my hands in anger. All that time, and now life puts these things in my path.

Btw in each case it was an intervention to stop violent abuse. There was no way I could or would look the other way. Just thought I'd mention that. Don't misunderstands me here. I'm still ya dear old Uncle Sid. I just don't take shit is all. That, and I ain't standing by while someone is getting tooled by some dirt bag.

Okay so long as we understand each other we're cool here.

Peace.

"BANG!"

2007-06-03T05:16:00.000-04:00

There's nothing more dangerous on a gun range than a pacifist. That is to say a "pacifist" who's a closet gun nut! Man you put an M-60, and a belt of 200 .30cal rounds in my steamy paws, and I'm in "Guy, frigg'n Heaven!" White hot lead'll be flying everywhere. Copper jackets bounce'n off the wall'n floor, and me with da biggest bleep eat'n grin in da world on my happy mug!

This shit is hard to explain to my peace movement comrads. The idea of blasting out 3000 rounds a minute from a vulcan 20MM chain gun gives me a hard-on like blue steel. I could pry open a safe with that fellah!

An UZI on full auto...an AK-47 with armor penetrating explosive rounds slaming into the soft alloy skin of a light tank!

Yep there's just no explaining it. Whenever I tell my peace pals my secret desires they looks at me like I just said I stuff baby bunny rabbits into the microwave for fun. Com'on, nobody does that anymore.

The little bastards is way too expensive for that sort of thing now. I use puppies like everybody else. Hey I ain't crazy ya know. Anyway I found these neat videos. Yeah, yeah I said I wouldn't use'em any more. Just this one last time!

Anyhow I found these swell videos from the "North Arizona Machine Gun Club!" Wow! An actual Machine Gun Club! Gawd Bless the U.S.of A.!! This is swell shit I'm tell'n ya. The membership looks like Nazi/KKK/Republican's, but so what! I wanna join up.

Maybe they got some sort of affirmative action "special ed" program . They'll start me out on the M-14 then work me up to something hot'n sexy.

I have a dear pal here at Wbai that goes to a police gun range to blow off steam! She sez it works like hell on all that pent up NYC rage, and madness we have to eat all the time. Alright you get'em Girl!

Okay these will be the last of the video's on this blog, and "Inkplum" my gay page. Look to my other blog pages if you still want to see video clips.

Stay Tuned.

The Quality of Mercy

2007-06-02T19:48:00.000-04:00

"The Quality of Mercy" I dreamed this, three times. Three times this quote from the "Merchant of Venice". The poem the prayer from ActIV, Scene one of Shakespare's famous, and disturbing play.

Such a strange night, and so stange a set of dreams I had. Angel's songs I heard their songs again after some years of silence. How to describe them. Tender, gentle rippling tones. If each drop of water in a stream were a soft chime that might be a shadow of a whisper of their songs.

That, and the "prayer" of Mercy.

When I woke up I wrote down what I heard of the prayer. It was not the exact quotations from the play, but for me it was close enough.

"The quality of Mercy is not strained",

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,

It falls from Heaven,

From Mercy falls Heaven,

Heaven is not strained,

Quality is not, not, not strained,

Heaven is Mercy,

Mercy is quality,

The quality of Mercy is not strained,

Heaven from it falls,

Mercy of Quality,

The Quality of Mercy falls from Heaven,

A dream like this to me? I nolonger have faith in religion or it's G-ds. So why are they still bothering me? What do they want this time? I gave, leave me alone. The songs,..yes they were so beautiful. I was happy to hear them again.

Yes all very nice, but I just don't know what to do with all these little miracles anymore. Thing is do they hear them in Dafur, or Bagdad or Chicago? "Blessed are they who have not seen, but believe.

How convenient. I wonder which Holy guy made that up. It covers a lot of ground that one. It came in handy for me for decades. Now it's about as useful as a tract from that fraud the Beatles used to worship.

(Btw,..."Sgt.Pepper" came out forty, that's four-oh, (40!) years ago this week.)

Good grief. I'm 296 years old now,(well 200 going on 6 as you can see in the photo), and the G-d's, and their Angels ain't done fooling around with me yet?! Hey guys ya wanna do something about the genocides, and stupid reality shows before ya comes to bother screwed taxpayers like me that are just try'n to get by?!

Well what can I say. It's was a hot'n humid saturday in Manhattan. Even the muggers, and crazies are beat by the heat. I saw a bunch of them sprawled under a tree on 34th street. With all them tourist's bulge'n with dough wandering around too. Man it was hot today!

Yet the Angels is on duty poke'n me, and you in the butt to do the right thing. How about that? Anyway here's the quote as "what'z-his-name" actually wrote it, and not my, no doubt, meds induced version. Enjoy.

"The Quality of Mercy"

The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.
But mercy is above this sceptered sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute of God himself;
And earthly power doth then show like God's
When mercy seasons justice.

"Noise to Signal Ratio"

2007-05-31T23:51:00.000-04:00

Hi gang, say I was wondering. Should I not use so many "youtube" video's on my blogs. I admit I like doing this, but it also makes me lazy about writing neat, weird stuff for you. Also a couple of pals just told me they had trouble down loading them.

Maybe I've over done it over the last couple'a months with the movies'n such. Okay I'll try to reconfigure stuff again. Perhaps I'll follow "Princess Haiku's" example. (See link on right.) She has a very lovely page with a good balance of text to image to video.

The idea is to enjoy being here,...or something. So I don't want to put anymore annoying crap into your life than you already have. '...and a non-downloading video esp. something ya really wanna see is ANNOYING!

Stay Tuned.

"HANDS UP!"

2007-05-30T21:45:00.000-04:00

Nuff Said!

"Memorial Day"

2007-05-28T05:30:00.000-04:00

(These below are a few lines from a site I was reading,...www.usmemorialday.org/act.html)

Memorial Day used to be a solemn day of mourning, a sacred day of remembrance to honor those who paid the ultimate price for our freedoms. Businesses closed for the day.

Towns held parades honoring the fallen, the parade routes often times ending at a local cemetery, where Memorial Day speeches were given and prayers offered up. People took the time that day to clean and decorate with flowers and flags the graves of those the fell in service to their country.

"Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic." -- General Logan - May 5, 1868

We need to remember with sincere respect those who paid the price for our freedoms; we need to keep in sacred remembrance those who died serving their country. We need to never let them be forgotten. However, over the years the original meaning and spirit of Memorial Day has faded from the public consciousness.

"If it is considered a holiday, why is it so? I consider it to be a national day of mourning. This is how we observe this day in our home. Because of what that day represents the rest of the days of the year are our holidays." -- F L Lloyd West Chester, Pa USA - February 26, 2000

On Memorial Day we need to stop and pay with sincere conviction our respects for those who died protecting and preserving the freedoms we enjoy, for we owe those honored dead more than we can ever repay.

People of other nations sometimes show more of the true spirit of Memorial Day more than we do here. For example, a 2001 U.S. Memorial Day Guestbook entry from a citizen of the Netherlands states:

"In 1999 I laid flowers at the grave of a young U.S. fighter pilot who was KIA in my village in 1945. In the Netherlands I know of schools 'adopting' graves of Allied servicemen, keeping those graves in excellent condition! Does anybody know of adopting graves in the U.S. by schools?

Sincerely,
Paul Patist
Castricum, The Netherlands - Tue May 15 04:50:29 2001"

How many graves of our fallen do we in America leave dishonored by leaving their resting places forgotten and neglected?

Unfortunately, when Congress made Memorial day into a mandatory three-day weekend in with the National Holiday Act of 1971 (P.L. 90 - 363), it made it all the easier for us to be distracted from the spirit and meaning of the day.

The Moment of Remembrance started in 2001 is a step in the right direction to returning the meaning back to the day. What is needed is a full return to the original day of observance. Set aside one day out of the year for the nation to get together to remember and reflect, to maintain and decorate the graves of the fallen, and as Gen Logan stated in his famous General Order #11: "renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation's gratitude, the soldier's and sailor's widow and orphan."

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

"96 Degrees in the Sun!"

2007-05-26T15:15:00.000-04:00

However it was a mere toasty '89' in the shade. Which is where I've been for the last two daze. That is when I wasn't in my thermal shelter. Thank the G-ddess for cheap though very effective air conditioners.

It was swell in the park, and cool by the East River, and I reccommend large amounts of Italian ice's. Speaking of which there different varieties of "ices's" as we know. There's the Lower eastside originals, the Harlem, and Spanish Harlem types, and now the various Brooklyn ice's.

The Brooklyn shaved ice's have a carribean touch to them,..lots of mango variations. There's an Indo-Pak variety starting up I noticed, and an interesting Mexican flavor now making the rounds. Oh New York how I love thee,..sometimes, when you're not in my face.

Enjoy! It's frozen NYC tapwater water with home made fruit flavoring, and a lot'a heart, and history to boot! Btw get ya self to Coney Island this year. This is the last season it'll be it's old self.

(This silent film is of Coney Island/Luna Park in 1903, 104 years ago.)

The developers are going to tear everything down, kick out the poor people, and build up the area for the rich. There's no serious profit in building for the middle class so they ain't.

As for the poor. If they could get Congress to pass a Bill letting them put poor people into sealed barges then sinking them into the Atlantic Trench they'd do it tonight! Well I'm too hot to give another sermon on that. You know the score on that already, and it's up to you to do something,..so there.

Anyway get thee to the beach while ya can, and say goodbye to Coney Island.

So long sweet heart it was swell know'n ya!!

"katz"

2007-05-23T22:35:00.000-04:00

"Dollfie Stop Action"

2007-05-20T16:07:00.000-04:00

"Trouble on Lesbos!"

"Shy Angel"

"My Latest Favorite Movie"

2007-05-20T15:41:00.000-04:00

"g-d hates dogs,...and most people"

2007-05-20T04:32:00.000-04:00

Yep this pretty much sums up the whole shebang. Your walk'n along minding ya own business. You could be just a regular joe or jane. You could be a cod fish, a snake, a wombat or a dog. Makes no difference. G-d wants to kill you or will look the other way if someone else beats Her to it.

I suppose I should put this on one of my Hell pages, but fuck it. Take me as I am or scram. 'sides I'm too lazy to go all the way over there to post this. Btw, I nearly fell off the wagon the other day.

I mean I 'really' wanted to get high. I really wanted some dangerious drugs, and I didn't care if it killed me. Which my doc said it would given my current state. Yeah I'm terrified. Right.

Anyhow I didn't bother. I went to the movies instead. I saw the zombie movie,.."28 Weeks Later". 'Loads of fun. Zombies chase'n folks, and the Army blasting the shit out of everything in sight! Go see it, and take ya kidz. They might as well see the evil shit they're going to have to deal with now.

(Speaking of ham click on the title of this sinful post to see Picard, and Worf sing Gilbert, and Sullivan.)

"KONG!"

2007-05-18T08:13:00.000-04:00

"KING KONG" has everything you could possibly want. A pissed off Monster, guys with machine guns. A neat tuff dame, and the big lug that loves her. On top of all that a fiery shootout with the heroic monster anti-hero, and the forces of authority. Which is to say the Army Air Corp blaze'n away at "Peoples Hero" comrad Kong from P-12 bi-planes! Aw man! Ya can't go wrong with "KONG!"

Go to my "Hell" page for more Monster action! Remember May is "Monster Movie Month!" So do your part, and watch some classic scary shit today!

(Click on the title of this hot'n hairy post to see more "KONG!")

"Pioneer"

2007-05-15T02:42:00.000-04:00

I spent part of the afternoon by the river today. Among other vessels I noticed the schooner "Pioneer" sail by. What a beauty! She's been on the Hudson for many years now. To me, and I know many others she's like an old dear friend.

It doesn't matter if you ever served beneath hers sails or not, we love her anyway. It was so good to see her again proudly cleaving the waters under the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a pleasure watching her good crew, tending to her. That, and happy passangers enjoying their hospitality.

No big story here other than I saw an old friend today, and my heart is fuller because of it. A beautiful day with cool winds, and a proud ship.

Not bad for a monday.

Okay I admit it. I love ships of sail! If I were 14 again I run away to sea!

(Btw, play the bottom two video's at the same time. It's cool.)

"Happy Mothers Day"

2007-05-13T07:13:00.000-04:00

My Mommy went to Heaven a long, long time ago. Yet a week, sometimes even a day hasn't gone by that she wasn't in my dreams. 'LOVE YA MA!

Eh,...no. I still haven't got a "real" job yet, but I'm getting by. Say hi to Grandma, and Dad for me.

Sidney,...XXX!

P.S., Is "Brownie" there? Dogs 'do' go to Heaven right?

"BLUE SKIES"

2007-05-11T09:10:00.000-04:00

This song has been in my head all morning. It's wonderful,.."Blue Skies!" One of Irving Berlin's absolute best!

"BLUE SKIES"

I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door
Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long

Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on

(Thank you Mr. Berlin!)

(The swell musician playing is WS64,..look him up on youtube.)

"Down With All Tyrannies!"

2007-05-11T03:36:00.000-04:00

I put this up because we're coming up on the anniversary of "D-DAY" soon. The Great Crusade that Liberated continental Europe from the Nazi's.

There is no specific 'Day' to observe the freeing of Eurasia from the equally evil nightmare of Soviet Communism. Considering the innocent millions murdered by them there ought to be.

Unfortunately the Cold War that the West fought against Russia was dirty, and murderous. There was no 'clean' end of that conflict possible. So no parades. Most are just glad it's over, and the threat mostly gone.

No offense to 'some' of my far left pals, but how anyone can still' be a follower or apologist for these inept blood thirsty guys is a mystery. The failed Soviets set up cruel systems that deliberately destroyed the human spirit to say nothing of the body. Come to think of it those that called themselves "Communists" killed far more than the Nazi's. '...but then they had more time.

I bring those this up because I keep running into these demented characters at Peace demos. They ought to be barred or kicked out whenever they try to join or usurp anti war events. They're also trying inroads at radio WBAI. That's where I work,..gawd help me.

The Revolutionary Communist Party is attempting to force a nich into our creepy little radio station. There's internal 5th columnist helping them. Aw gee will this shit never end. I'm thinking of calling Homeland Security. I hates them slimy bastards. 'Just my opinion mind you based on a lifetime of experience.

Btw, you'll note I didn't say "shoot them". I been accused of that. Don't shoot them they're harmless,..well mostly harmless. Just don't give'em the time of day. Same with the "Skin Heads", "Black Nationalist" racists, and them really annoy'n aggressive Vegan, and Eco-vandal nuts.

These ideological outpatient's are always showing up,..like ants at a picnic, when there's a heartful peace demo happening. No wonder the American left is seen as a joke worldwide. It's full to the brim with all these nut jobs pushing their wacko agenda's. It's like a backed up toilet of political neurosis's.

Sure I want a clean Earth, social, and economic justice, medical care, and world peace,..who don't. It's just that if any of these gumba's ever gets any power we're fucked. I mean truly fucked, and don't even ask about no grease.

Imagine them hysterical eco-vegan fanatics with tanks, and armed troops to enforce their demented will. That or Skin Head nazi's, and Black Nationalist race nut's with B-52's on call. It would make for a seriously scary episode of the "Outer Limits".

Btw, I'm reading in the paper this morning that 'another' vegan couple was just arrested for starving their baby. (I say "another" because this is starting to become a habit in town) The kid weighed 3lbs. at death. They should get the same, those people that did this.

They should be starved the same way they did their child.

They only fed the poor kid that wacky bullshit that them nutjobs believe in. Soy milk, and ground up lettuce. Feed these people the same till they're skin'n bones. What the fuck kind of insane world are we in?!

So another baby dies because of stupid fanatical parents. They might as well have strapped a bomb on the kid, and sent him into the subway at rush hour. It's like a free floating "Jonestown" out there.)

Anyway this latest demented, (rightwing?!), rant is brought to you courtesy of the lack of "Efexsor!" This is the latest nut-hause dope the guys in the white coats are giving me. The bastards shorted me on my last hit. '...stingy bastards.

They made a mistake with my dosage so I'm going,...well, nuts. I've been out for over a week, and my insurance ghouls refuses make up the difference. Insurance vampires, they love to collect, but never to give.

'Am I Krazy yet?

The lady at the office asked me if it would be a hardship to go without my medication for another week or so. I said I might kill myself. She said,..."Oh dear".

Compassion that's what I like in a heartless cog. She didn't release my drugs though. I was told I could have my shrink write a report on my status, and they'll put it in my file.

???!

'...and this will help my situation how?

I was told that this information would be used in determining future dosages.

!!!!

My insurance company, and the drug manufacturer are using me as a lab rat.

It is with that in mind that I ask you to enjoy this, and my future rants,...thank you, and goodnight.

(Click on Title of this Post to see, and hear French Surrender to Nazi Germany in 1940.)

"OH BOY! COCAINE!!!"

2007-05-10T05:06:00.000-04:00

This useless swill taste like peppered bleach, and bubblegum. You don't even get off,..well not exactly. You just walk in circles sweating, and tearing up pieces of paper into tiny bits.

Gang if you wanna do cocaine just go out, and get some Co-fuck'n-caine. No big deal. The broadcast, and recording business used to run on a loose mixture of coke, speed, coffee, and pizza. Hey I know what I'm talking about here okay.

A note to the youngsters out there,...ahem. Cocaine, and other serious drugs Will Kill You. It's only dumb stupid, fucking luck I ain't dead or doing time. But Man! It was a blast, I loved it,..but it will probably kill ya ass. So lay off. Stay away from booze too.

If ya needs to get "Zapped" smoke dope instead. It's good for you.

Nuff said.

'End of the Fuck'n World!"

2007-05-09T18:02:00.000-04:00

It's the end of the world. Well there I was in the news room watching hours of raw footage from around the world. Yep we're fucked, it's over. Some of the news writers thought they should do a "dooms day" report.

Unfortunately in the end they just did another "normal" evening news report. You know some guy got shot in a bar, a big fire somewhere, a gangster walks out'a jail because of big bucks, and slick lawyers. The usual.

I need some time time off. We're trapped in a really good "Twilight Zone" episode. You know where the devil grants all your wish's, but there some really cool nasty twist at the end,..yeah that's where we all are. "Yes Mr. President,...it's Good that you're bombing the hell out of everybody." "It's very Good that you sent the bad protesters to the cornfield".

Yeah thats the world gang. Ya know I could really do with some laff's, and really good Bar-B-Q. Too bad "Smokey's" is out'a business. 'Say that's probably my problem, why I feel so sick. I need to eat a mess of hot greasy Bar-Bi Q'd meat! Yeah, and wash in down with a sixpack or two.

Well alright I'm begining to feel better already!

"Aw Crap!"

2007-05-09T16:13:00.000-04:00

Hi gang! 'Sorry to say that your dear Uncle is sick as hell. I have no idea what's wrong other than I'm nearly 60. As for symptoms I seem to have all of them. Basically I'm seriously fucked up.

I think I should take some sick daze, and just linger in bed for the forseeable future. Pity it's such a beautiful day. I wanted to go the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens again today. I love it there. Also Patrica has her Memorial bench there.

I spoke about that last fall I think. Family, and or friends can have brass plaques installed on a bench in the Gradens. I always visit Pat's when I'm there. I loved her, and miss her so.

Anyhow it's interesting to be brushed by one's own mortality out of the blue. This sudden illness. There you are grinding along doing your job, and getting laughs where you can,...then. Blamo! Mind you it's nothing too big, I hope, just a case of the fucked up yukkies. Still it made me think.

I'm getting older so my deranged tuffness ain't what it was. 'So things is gonna get yukkier. 'Happens to us all. However as Paul Wunder a deceased good pal used to say,..."Everyday Above Ground is a Good Day!" Paul was a broadcaster, teacher, and film reviewer. Some of you may recall his somewhat bizarre radio show "Soundtrack".

So what the hell. I'll hang on as long as I can. Who knows something interesting might turn up. I'll tell ya this though, I'm having wild dreams! Seriously surreal stuff that includes zombies made of quick sliver, plagues, and dead relatives up, and walking around.

Not only walking about, but getting in my face because I screwed my life up so well. Btw, in the plague Philadelphia bites the dust big time. I was "there", and it was knee deep in dead folks,..wait gets better. The bodies was melting into some sort of vomit slush. Just great.

Yeah my "dream time" is a real winnah. Anybody wanna trade? 'Didn't think so. This shit wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the damned headaches, and dizziness,..Crap! Hey am I being punished for not giving a fuck about either "24" or the "Sopranos?"

On another matter. Is it against the law to advocate the violent overthrow of the government, and or the,..eh termination of certain corporate or govermental,..eh persons? I was just wondering is all. Com'on ya knows I'm a pacifist, and everything,...mostly.

It must be brain fever. 'Used to be a very common medical inconvienence back in the cowboy daze. Ya know before doctors got into the habit of washing their hands or sterilizing their hack saws. I think the remedy back then was a shot of whiskey, and a night of serious sex. These days tho' I doubt Medicare would pay for that sort'a thing.

"Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show"

2007-05-07T06:41:00.000-04:00

I must say that this is the all time favorite youtube movie of the Wbai **"Saddle Pals". Especially Nurse Pickles! This one's for you kiddo! Now you're 'sure' you don't have a sister I can marry?! Have you looked in the closet,..so to speak. Maybe the fridge behind the orange juice?

Yeah I know I'm gay, and all that, so what. That clearly has never been a problem for us 'Bai sex perverts. We always end up married, and with kids no matter how weird we started out,..or stayed.

Now, have you looked behind the sofa?

(**The WBAI "Saddle Pals" are a bunch'a swell folks that have been in the Radio biz forever, and stayed dear close pals. I may tell our story sometime.)

"ICE CREAM!"

2007-05-05T19:45:00.000-04:00

As you know I'm slowly digging out my house from under several tons of "stuff". You know,.."STUFF", those things that we'll never use again, but can't part with. This is painful comrads. Like the song sez,..."Letting go is Hard to Do".

Anyhow amongst my things I found some essays, and stupid articles that I had rejected because they were,..well too stupid to post. However there's a few that I like reguardless.

Here's one of 'em. This would have gone up last feburary, but was mercifully dumped at the last minute. Here it is now for your reading pleasure.

"HOLY ICE CREAM!"

In defense of, indeed in praise of Ice Cream! You Scream, I Scream for Ice Cream!! Comrads in these globally warmed days what could be better than a bowl of ice cream? It came to me as an inspiration from above.

There I was minding my own business in what should have been the dead of winter. However the warm winds of feburary informed me otherwise. Yes girls, and boys it a New World. A seriously Hot New World!

We are blessed you, and I. Oh yes priviliged, and blessed to see what no one has seen since the "Little Ice Age" of medieval times. We have witnessed an actual climate change within our lifespans. So as them smelly guys living in drafty castles made their adjustments to weird weather so must we!

When they wasn't busy burning people at the stake, and chopping everybody up with big swords. Them chainmail wear'n crackpots met their climatic cultural challenge with murderous wars over nothing, ice festivals, the invention of Christmas, snow maiden orgies, hockey, and all the attendent drunken brawls, and recreational homocides that go with these things.

It worked! Murderous wars over nothing, drunken parties, recreational homocides, and Christmas have survived to this day. Civilization,..of a sort, was saved!

Now it's our turn! Do you want to see incometax, 500 channels of crap, murderous wars over nothing, and drunken brawls disappear from the Earth?! We must adapt to our new hot, damp environment. We must devise a cold blooded response to the heated realities of the aftermath of a rapatious industrial era.

I modestly propose a New Tradition for this hot,and humid time. We should worship..."ICE CREAM!"

Yes in this new steamy world the popsicle, the crunch almond bar, the cone, yes even the Belgian cream waffle must be raised to the status of Holy Sacaments.

These now sacred items of frozen refreshment will remind the sweaty, humid mass's of the vanished frosty winds, the disappeared blinding blizzards, and the garbage encrusted slush of a long ago happier time.

These tasty frosty treats must now be viewed, treated reverently, and consumed as the sacred relics of the now vanished season of winter. This less that snowy time be lost to legend, and forgotten.

New Holy Days must be proclaimed! "Vanillia Fudge Tuesday", "Chunky Monkey Week", "Sherbert Suprize Friday", and most sacred of all "Candy Sprinkle, Chocolate almond frosty slurppie Month!"

Special robes must be designed for the priest's that spread the "good humor" of their risen flavors. Temples, and cathedrals must be erected to honor, and praise the Holy Crunch Bar Suspreme!

However all is not sugar, and cream in this new world. There's trouble on the horizon as the forces of Hades tempt the just with outlandish, and sinful flavors. Heretical madness such as "Porkchop, banana cream, herring sherbet!" That or the demonic "Tuna, ham, tapioca, coffee, heroin, cocaine, rasberry surprize!"

Oh my children do not be swayed by these tidbits from the neither regions! Pray this prayer for strength:

"Glory be to the Flash Frozen Waffle, Cappacino, Cherry, Vanillia, Chocolate, Sundae Supreme, with Candy Sprinkles, and crunchy Almond dust on a stick!"

Amen.

(Next Week, An indepth report: "Frozen Yogurt,..Threat or Menance?!")

...I warned you.

"Last Years Mermaids Parade"

2007-05-05T16:20:00.000-04:00

This post is from june 30th 2006. I forgot to mention it in the last post. Rather than making you take the trouble of looking it up here it is if ya' interested. Ain't I considerate.

Btw "ched", and others amongst my dear pals. Please don't be afraid of my "Hell on the Rocks" page. True there's some seriously weird'n scary shit there, but some of it is funny as "Hell" so to speak. Indeed one fan told me it's the only page of mine he pays attention to. Com'on give it a chance.

Just keep saying to ya self,..."It's only a Blog",..."It's only a Blog!"

Anyway here's my report on last years Parade.

"WELL BLOW ME DOWN!"

In honor of "King Neptune" Lord of all things wet. The 2006 Coney Island Mermaid's Parade was held in a torential downpour. Nevertheless a good though drenched time was had by those attending.

This humid reporter was accompanied to the festivities by the lovely, and brave Nurse Pickles. A much decorated reserve officer in Her Majesty's Royal Canadian Navy, and my personal physician.

Hot dogs in hand we watched as the "Heroic Peoples Mermaid Corp" marched sternly past us in stiff lock step! Red banners held proudly aloft, and singing the "International" in Esporanto they flip floped in diciplined ranks to the sea!

Eh, actually that was my report on the "WBAI Mermaid's Parade" held on pier 16 in Hackensack last week. Sorry got my copy mixed-up.

(Ahem,...here begins the 'real' report.)

"BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE!"

Here in the "Land'a da Free!" where any loser can be overcharged, and or falsely arrested we had the "Real" Mermaid's Parade! Yes, it was "Out Patients Day" on the historic though seedy Coney Island Broadwalk.

It began as so many of my dreams do with an extravaganza of leather clad mermaids chase'n their sex slaves, and snapping seaweed whips. There was then a detachment of pregnant ladies with elaborately painted tummies. And if we still hadn't got the point next came the "Sperm Band!" A slippery bunch for sure.

Ah, there followed the semi-naked entrants to this sacred procession. Your dear Uncle went through four rolls of film to properly doucument the presence of these swell folks. My goodness it was a veritable sea of both male, and female pastied bazooms, and g-stinged buttockz! Wonderful it was too. See they was all done up in sea shells, starfish's, body paint and candy sprinkles!

I was also very pleased to see that many attending this fine celebration were of the multi-gendered community. "Heavens to Betsey!" I exclaimed to Nurse Pickles. "I feels right at home here!" It's so neat to see happy perverts, and just regular Joes, and Janes hobb-nobb'n together, and have'n a gay old time!

Well numerous hot dwagz later the "Lord'n Master of da Seven Seas", as well as countless lakes rivers, and busted pipes made his glorious appearance. His royal approach was heralded by a mighty host crabby warriors astride scary sea horses!

King Neptune himself was borne aloft by an honor guard of spritely Sea Scouts. The wise, and good King of the deep blue yonder was accompanied by various esteemed notables including Satan, and the always witty, and charming Bride of Satan!

The Royal party being assembled, they led the whole shebang of us to the sea. It was then that the sky truly opened up unleashing cascades lightning, thunder, gale force winds, and blinding sheets of icey rain! This was clearly a "Blessing" on the parade from Heaven.

(No offense to Lord,& Lady Satan)

Thus encouraged King Neptune opened the sea for another summer of merry making by throwing fruits, vegetables, and various household appliences into the frothy waves!

We then beat it the hell out'a there! Standing on an open beach during an electrical storm is a bad idea anyday!

There we all was, musicians carrying their lightning magnets, mermaids holding their floppy disc's, the royal company, assorted peeping toms, and reporters all high tail'n it for the uncertain safty of the broadwalk. Even the "Infernal First Couple" thought it prudent to come in out of the megawatts.

There ya has it folks. Your Dear Beloved Uncle Sidney's "Mermaid Adventure" 2006. Well there was that "Wadd'o Cheeze pancake thing that Satan, and Pickles seemed to really like. Also unfortunately all the good rides was closed 'cause of the storm. So I'll have to report on the rollercoasters another time. There was a kid that got lost, but was found. Cheer'z for da cops,..for once! Also I got real tired, sulked, and cried, but Nurse Pickles, Mr.& Mrs.Satan, who are my dearest pals cheered me up. I had another blue "anti-freeze" slurppie, and was okay again.

So a happy Summer to you all!

Amen.

Posted by sydneyland at 6/30/2006 12:56:00 AM

"Mermaids of Brooklyn"

2007-05-04T10:02:00.000-04:00

The Coney Island Mermaid Parade! Hopefully it won't rain this year,...again. 'Think I'll go as a can of tuna.

"MAYDAY!!"

2007-05-03T03:13:00.000-04:00

OOPS! Sorry Comrads, but I seemed to have slept through Mayday. Did I miss anything? I hear there was some Socialists demo down at Union Square. That, and some immigrants that demonstrated for human rights got beat up by cops. Cop whose folks were themselves immigrants an hour ago. So I guess I didn't miss much. Same old, same old.

Next time Vote! like your next Heartbeat depended on it!

Nuff Said.

(Please click on the Title of this patriotic post to see another "Dylan" piece.)

"Shave, and a Hair Cut Two Bits"

2007-05-03T02:21:00.000-04:00

(The kid getting his hair cut ain't me,...in case ya wondered.)

The title of this post is from an old variety show song from the 1920's. I forget who made it famous. Also a "Bit" is a denomination of 19th century American money. It may be .25 cents,..not sure.

(Btw is there a way to put musical notation on your blog. I mean is there something in here I haven't found that does that?)

Anyhow I'm all shaved, and shorn, and my laundry is lemony fresh. Cleanliness is such a joy! Now all I have to do is start on my spring cleaning. To which I have purchased all manner of cleaning utensils. Hey I even went shopping for new curtains. That alone is a sure sign of sanity!

Oh, and my other joy is that I have HOT! water again!! My oil furnace bleeped up, and the repair guys took their time getting the parts they needed. I had to have our family lawyer give'em a call. By magic they fixed it next day. This is a country of threatened lawsuits.

I bring all these items of domestic bliss up to point out the secret joys of civilized life. Basically we get to eat everyday..(sort'a), we're not being chased by bears,..(generally), and we're,(mostly), not covered up with bleeding sores, brambles, and assorted samples of shit.

We may be pissed off, depressed, broke, and generally neurotic, but there are no large bears or lions waiting to eat us alive in the bathroom. For these 'simple gifts' I am grateful.

'Been doing that lately. Counting my blessings,..such as they are. The simpliest are the best. Relative health, relative stability, and the cable bill paid. Next step,..more toys.

Before I get laid off or cut back again I got to get some basic stuff. Like new eyeglass's. I still have my coverage so I'll get them, and finish off that dental work. Then finally I'm going digital. I put a down payment on a HDTV. We're all going to have to get one now that the congressional deadline is coming up.

In two years they'll only broadcast a digital signal in this country so you'll either need a converter or a new tv. I'm getting a new tv. That an a digital camera so I can post photos here.

I'm also thinking of getting laid, but I understand that sort of thing can be complicated so maybe I'll cross it off my list.

Anyhow this is my "Spring Offensive!" Clean, paint, decorate, and "re-Sidneyize" my humble diggs. I poked around "Ikea", great stuff. Perfect for the "downsized" prole. Which is to say affordable. True so is K-Mart, but shopping there is the moral equivalent of a Hate Crime! That's just about the only politically correct notion I go along with.

So onward to spring! Uncut grass, flowers, fresh painted walls, new curtains, and finally a tomorrowland flat screen tv just like George Jetson has! G-ddess Bless America,..or at least certain parts of it!

Stay tuned.

(Speaking of old George please click on the squeaky clean Title of this scrubbed, and deloused post to see a 1962 "Jetsons" commercials. In glorious Black, and White so your dog can see it too.)

"Blue Skies"

2007-04-30T06:47:00.000-04:00

All I want to do is to lay down on the new born grass, and watch the sky. Just watch forever sail by. 'Feel the spring breeze. 'Hear birds, and dragonfly's, hum and sing.

Then fall asleep, and be at peace in dreams.

(Please click on the Title of this post,..at the top there, for a short cloud video.)

"HAL 9000"

2007-04-29T08:50:00.000-04:00

(Please click on the Title of this false dawn post to see a computer animation of the "2001" Pan Am shuttle. Oh for the future that could have been.)

"About that Dog'a Yours"

2007-04-29T04:21:00.000-04:00

Thanks Judy! I needed that. Btw,..I'm sorry Miss Garland. 'Thing is "Toto", or whatever it's real name is, is one ugly, scary little dog. 'Like them evil little yuppie "familars" you see everywhere in New York these days. Not far from here they're building another 40 story palace for the fuck'n rich yuppies, and assorted eurotrash.

Naw, no nothing being put up for us. You know the suckers that pays all the tax's. Absolutely fucking nothing for the poor neither! 'But row on row of sky high palaces for the plutocrats that own us. Oh yeah! A frigg'n building boom in town for them gumba's.

Now Miss Garland I brings these cold blooded enemies of Gawd up for a reason. See on those billboards that announce's the opening of these golden cracker box's. On them billboards is big grinning fuck'n pictures of them damned little dog'z! There they are in diamond studded collars'n leashs.

Yeah some evil little rat-dog is up there slobbering down on us. As if to say,..."Yeah suckers, keep pay'n that tax $dough$ that the state, and city insiders slips to the developers as rebates". Meanwhile I'm eat'n, and living better that you ever will. "Arf, Arf!"

I hate them dogs! I hates'em more than I hates the developers that refuse's to build homes for the middle class. Or even more than the corrupt system that shoots the poor in the face with shotguns.

When the revolution comes them fuck'n rat-dawgs is frigg'n history. We may "re-educate some of the yuppies" That is after some very slow, sharp and entertaining examples are made of the more annoying of them. 'But mark my words them little dogs is extinction bate!

Eh, sorry Miss Garland. 'Hope I didn't upset you, but that 'is' one fucking ugly dog you got there. I know it's not your fault. Probably some nazi sympathizer picked it out just to make you look bad.

Anyway,..other than that evil rat-dog it was a nice song. Thanks.

(On a less rageing note please click on the Title of this deranged post to see a Coney Island video,..song sung by Tom Waits)

"Things To Do"

2007-04-29T02:03:00.000-04:00

Well I'm really behind on cleaning up my diggs. My leaky mansion is a mess. More than a mess it's getting critical. No wildlife 'yet', but that's clearly the next step in the devolution of my hovel.

Well first things first. Rent some dvd's buy a bunch'a chinese food. Stuff myself, watch stupid movies then fall asleep. Tomorrow if I wake up I'll start thinking about clearing some'a this crap out of here.

Laundry! Right, get rid of the really smelly stuff first. While I'm out I'll get a hair cut. Much to the despair of the ladies at the station. They like my hair long. I'm letting it grow out on top. The gals loves it. Go figure,...I tells them I like boys, like they don't know all these years, but they say don't cut your curly/kinky locks.

Well now I look like a homeless bum,..thanks gals. I'm cutting this mattress factory off my head. Besides it's starting to get too warm for hair. I usually have a Marine buzz cut year round. Time to get back to basics!

Okay so far clean laundry, and no hair. Good begining. Next box's, get a shit load of box's for all the crap I've been tossing on the floor since last spring. This whole problem began back then when I started caregiveing for my cousin,..Bless her Dear Soul! I loves Her! She is real family, and I loves her all over the place,..period.

The down side,..I let the rest of my life go to hell,..big time.

So I got to get "Kleen for Gene!" Ask your folks who that was, and what that means. Anyway with them box's I figure I can get down to the floor level in no time,..say a week of packing. I'll put the stuff in the attic, and basement.

No I ain't throw'n shit away. Com'on I might need a copy of the feburary 1974 Model Railroader. That or jeans I haven't been able to get into since Reagan was Boss.

Now I don't wanna go crazy with this, but I may sweep the floor, shampoo the rugs, hey maybe paint'n buy new curtains! Wow! Hold me back! Well you get the idea. Stay tuned.

"You Are a Pirate!"

2007-04-28T23:45:00.000-04:00

(Are you getting that I'm lately into dolls. Actually it's "Dollfies" a seriously sensual, and or weird variety of Japanese/Korean dolls. Anyway click on the watery Title of this damp post to see another dollfie animation. It's a long one, and some parts are stupid, but the first part is cool.)

"THE REBBE"

2007-04-28T20:15:00.000-04:00

The Rebbe or the Rabbi Menachem Schneerson is revered around the world, but especially by Lubavitcher Jews. This respect is not just for his enlightened views,but also because many believe that he may be the appointed one,..the Moshiach. That's "messiah" to us hudlum goy.

The thing is I grew up, and now live again in his neighborhood. Being the sort I am I always thought it kind'a cool that the Messiah or "Moshiach" lived a few blocks from me. Matter of fact the back yard of his Synagogue, and my aunts backyard fence abbuted each other. Imagine if Jesus's favorite temple was next door to your aunts house.

There you'd be in your auntie's kitchen eating a baloney sandwich, and listening to the Beatles on the radio. When you looks up, and there's Jesus in the back yard next door rake'n up the leaves'n drinking a Pepsi.

I brings all this up cause I was just over at "chedwicks" blog,..(see link on right), and on todays post she mentions bells. The hand rung bells of a Russian Orthodox church,..btw, the Rebbe is from the Ukraine. Connect the dots.

Anyhow that got me to thinking of my block. There's this big Lubavitcher center at one end, and an historic Anglican church on the other. Sometimes it's dueling prayers as the church rings it's bells,..recorded. I hate that phoney stuff, and the Jewish sundown chimes. Also recorded..the Rebbe wouldn't have approved.

Btw, having grown up there I saw the Rebbe all the time. This I found out is a big deal to some of the Jewish newcomers to the area. See some folks really believe that he was "it" as in he was 'Him'. Imagine casually telling a southern holy roller that you used to bump into Jesus all the time when you was a kid. So you get the picture here.

Well was or is he Him? How should I know. The Angel's, and Demon's that have been bleeping me over all my life never brought it up, and I didn't ask. Still if it turns out he was either Him, or just an unusually Holy Rabbi...cool!

"Da Lawd werks in mysterious wayz", and I don't mean maybe.

Ya know the Rebbe said hello to me once when I was kid on my way to school. If I ever mention that to my Lubavitch neighbors they might stop thinking that I'm gonna mug them. 'member that riot we had a while back? We seem to be okay now though. Anyway I just thought I mention all this. Peace.

(Please click on the Title of this post to see a short video about the Rebbe.)

"The Great Dictator"

2007-04-27T10:05:00.000-04:00

(Here are two famous scenes from Charlie Chaplin's anti-nazi film.)

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"Ground Zero Plus 30"

2007-04-27T04:17:00.000-04:00

Americans have a bad habit of forgetting important things. So here's "Ground Zero" 30 days after impact. ...Remember?

No, the government didn't do it. Yeah they took advantage of it, but it was fanatical Islamist's that actually did this. Amaze'n how many forget this or reshape it for personal gain. Be it financial or for fame. While I'm at it,..we landed on the Moon in July 1969. That's been twisted or lost to legend too.

(Click on the Title of this non-conspiracy post, and remember without delusion.)

"Sometimes I Actually Enjoy My Job"

2007-04-27T00:14:00.000-04:00

Tonight at WBAI I'm engineering, and generally looking over Bob Fass's program "Radio Unnamable". Well "Unpaid Bill" is doing a great job in the studio too as always. Anyhow we got some neat artists up, good vibes. Some "Living Theatre" folks are here as well. Live music, bad poetry, good laffs.

What more could you ask for,..and they pay me to do this.

The picture is of the late great Al "Grampa" Louis who did a show here at WBAI for many years. He was a first class guy!

(Please click on the Title of this electric post to see an animation of Bob Fass, and Abbie Hoffman.)

"A Nife is not a Fork

2007-04-25T21:12:00.000-04:00

Well there I was eating my congealed dinner. Some sort of chinese rice/chicken/green leaf thing that had welded together into a new life form. It didn't seem to be moving, and it certainly wasn't warm so I figured it was safe to eat.

As happens to us busy radio stars I had somehow lost my mind, but more importantly my plastic fork! All I had was one of them non-lethal "nife" things ya get's these daze. So fast food joints is now safe from jihadist terrorist's with plastic one'cutlery. Diry bombs, machine guns, and ebola are still somewhat of a problem, but we're on top of the plactic nife threat.

Well look all I'm trying to say here is that a "nife" can't do a fork's job. I tried eating this slop with the nife, and everything kept sliding off. Even when I stabbed the chicken bits they'd drop to the floor before I could get a bite.

Sooo, I'm eating this crap with my hands,..yeah that's right my hands. Just like the cavemen. When I was little my Mom would say, if any of us tried to do that at the table. She'd say "There are no cavemen in this family!"

Not only that, but she'd tie bone shaped dog biscuts into our hair if we ate with our hands anyway. According to all the cartoons we ever saw that's what the cave guys wore. Apparently my Mom went along with this paleo-anthropology

What can I say child raising in the 50's was a seriously strange business. Btw, I had one of them damned biscut bone's in my hair more than once. 'Made me what I am today.

Bon Appetite!

(Please click on the Title of this greasy post to see the crap "Cave Guys" have to put up with!)

"Yes I sure do Love Model Airplanes"

2007-04-21T21:53:00.000-04:00

Eh,..my birthday is com'n up. Ahem,..ump. Yep always loved them model planes. '...did I mention a birthday? Not right away, there's still a month or two. Plenty of time for eh, someone(s) to happen by a hobby shop ya know. Eh,..nice day if it don't rain huh?

"Watch the Skies!"...again

2007-04-19T22:47:00.000-04:00

Say, it just occured to me. Anybody heard from the space aliens lately. I mean them saucer guys used to be in the news all the time. Now not a peep. I don't know about you, but I find this troubling. Clearly them little grey bastards is up to something.

It's been quiet, too quiet on the "ufo nutjob" front if ya know what I mean. Anybody lost any cows lately? Your cheese still in the fridge? Them little freaks loves cheese.

How about your dogs? They ain't recite'n bad poetry or flying around the house flapp'n their ears or anything are they? Btw, check ya hard drives. See if it's crammed with pictures of parking meters. Them space freaks consider that hot stuff! It's seriously hard core porn for them. Go figure.

Still like I sez it's just been too quiet on the space monster front. 'Ain't heard shit from them in months. That's a bad sign if ya asks me. They might do something weird like when they hypnotized all those red state jerks to vote for Bush last time. They thought it would be funny to have a superpower run by an idiot.

Yeah we're all laff'n.

Okay so be on ya guard. Keep an eye on your cheese. Don't let ya kids go fly'n off with aliens you don't know, and don't vote republican. Right that should do it,..oh, and yeah watch the damned skies!!

(Click on the title of this worried post to see a photoshopped,..er I mean a real ufo sighting in China!)

"Blow the Wind Southerly"

2007-04-19T21:00:00.000-04:00

Traditional Northumberland

( 'Bishoprick Garlands' 1847)

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,

Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea;

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,

Blow bonny breeze my lover to me.

They told me last night there were ships in the offing,

And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea;

But my eye could not see it, wherever might be it,

The barque that is bearing my lover to me.

Blow the wind southerly, &c.,

I stood by the lighthouse the last time we parted,

Till darkness came down o'er the deep rolling sea,

And no longer I saw the bright barque of my lover.

Blow, bonny breeze and bring him to me.

Blow the wind southerly, &c.,

Is it not sweet to hear the breeze singing

As lightly it comes o'er the deep rolling sea?

But sweeter and dearer by far when 'tis bringing

The barque of my true love in safety to me.

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,

Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea.

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,

Blow bonny breeze my lover to me.

(Anonymous)

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I first heard this song years ago in a Peter Davies film, "The Long Day Closes". It was a very moving poetic presentation. It was about his boyhood, his family, and all all the little things that make you who you are. Wonderful.

There was a scene in the film where he, and his family are at an amusement park at night. There was no dialouge just a dreamlike, peaceful passage of happy events. It reminded me of similar times my Mom, and my sisters also at night would be at "Rockaway Playland". I loved that flick. Btw is it out on dvd yet?

Anyhow the song "Blow the wind Southerly" really touched my heart.

(Click on the title of the sweet post to hear a midi of the tune. Sorry I couldn't find a video of anyone singing it.)

"It's Happened Again"

2007-04-17T21:19:00.000-04:00

Once again there has been a mass killing at an American school. This time it was Virginia Tech. As is almost always the case no one knows why. Maybe it's the free floating fear, and anxiety of the Millenial generation. Maybe evil spirits. Most likely both.

It doesn't matter to the thirty two, yes that's right,..32 dead young people. This is just as inexplicable as one of those insanely homicdal market place bombings in the middle east. Maybe that's what all these events are. This is our suicidal internal jihad. Pissed off disaffected youngsters looking to strike back. Any target will do. Just like their opposite numbers in Iraq, Palestine or East St. Louis.

To stay sane one has to steel your heart against internalizing such news as this. 'Sometimes tho'it breaks through. I feel sick, dizzy, sad, angry, helpless. Has the whole world gone mad?

I have no words.

(Click on the title of this heartbreaking post to see a "Buzz TV" short report on all this.)

"Oh You Beautiful Doll!"

2007-04-17T18:39:00.000-04:00

These as far as I know are the largest "walking" dolls in the world. I really don't know what to make of this really. Other than if we weren't busy blowing each other up all the time there would probably be more of this weird art stuff happening. Just imagine!

That would be fine with me. If there were a check off box on the income tax form that said,..."$Dough$ for Artists to do weird stuff". Yeah no problem! Whereas the box that said,..."Your $Hard Earned Bucks$ so the Army, and Corporations can kill people for no good reason". Eh, I think I'd give that one a pass this year.

Still the giant dolls have possibilities. Imagine these things running riot all over the place getting up to all sorts of 1950's movie monster mayhem. Hell it'd make living in the 21st century almost worth it.

This sounds like a good idea for Wbai. You know that devolved media shadow of it's former glories. Such a shame. Anyhow a group project might help morale. Something we could get the staff, and listeners into. We should get together, and build giant dolls of Amy Goodman,(a local hero..to some), Che,(a villain to others), Astro Boy, and Uncle Sidney!

We can haul these fabulous icons down to Coney Island for the "Mermaids Parade!" We'd be one of the hits of the "Broadwalk!" It'd be worth it just for creepy factor. Which reminds me. We could takes these scary things down to Greenwich Village for the "Halloween Parade" a few months later. At Christmas we could "string up" these hero's with lights, and prop them in front of the station. If that don't scare Santa away nothing will!

I can see it now. If the world were at Peace, and all our dough was being used to in a good way,..Wow! Heck, all an artist would have to do is call the "Department of Art" in D.C., and tell'em you need a few dozen grand to make a robot porn video, and they'd say "You want that in Cash or Check?" Yep,..government by da People for da People!

(Click on the title of this tall post to see some serious doll action!)

"Simple Gifts"

2007-04-14T21:44:00.000-04:00

Simple Gifts was written by Shaker Elder Joseph Brackett, Jr. in 1848. It was first published in The Gift to be Simple: Shaker Rituals and Songs. Simple Gifts was a work song sung by the United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing (more commonly called the Shakers, an offshoot of the Quakers).

'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.

Refrain:

When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning we come round right

'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,

Refrain:

'Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.

Refrain:

'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.

This dear old Shaker Hymn has always been a great comfort to me. I'm sure it's been that to millions around the world now. "Elder Brackett" would quietly smile I think on hearing that. These are hard days for many of us. Difficult times in the world, and in our hearts.

So I thought I'd share "Simple Gifts" with those that happen by this page. It's always been a healing piece for me. I hope it helps you on your way.

(Please click on the Title of this simple post to hear the "5 Browns" play this hymn)

"AMERICA"

2007-04-11T22:38:00.000-04:00

I was tinkering with the blogs tonight. I added my e-mail address, I've always meant to do that, but kept forgetting. A few udates on the profile page. I changed the audio clip from the Beatles to Ray Charles singing "AMERICA!"

I love that song it should to be our National Anthem. In fact it was for a time. Anyway we should have it back. For one thing everybody knows the words. A major plus when it comes to anthems. More than that,..we all really like it!

Unlike that mess the "Bangled Starved Bummer" that we're stuck with now. Nobody knows the words. There no rhythm to speak of, and it makes no sense. Btw, it was forced on us only in the 1930's.

So urban legend is wrong. George Washington didn't pick it out. This unsingable piece'a crap sat around for 150 years mercifully forgotten. 'Least till Woodrow Wilson's deranged, racist, war mongering wife dug it up.

Seems she hated "America the Beautiful" too pacifistic. So in 1916 her stupid husband who unfortunately was also President of the United States signed, an executive order banning the Army, and Navy from playing "America!"

Despite protests from the chiefs of these services that this vile "rancid pot of shit" made "no sense", and was "unsingable!" Despite these intense reservations the "Star Strangled Bladder" was made the national anthem elect.

This colossal blunder was horribly compounded in 1931. In a act of Congressional madness not to be seen again till Viet-Nam, and Watergate the "Zangled Fart Banger" was made the national anthem of these United States of America. '...and may gawd have mercy on our souls.

But all is not lost!

"Louie Louie" would make a neat anthem, but there again the words aren't too clear. "Jail House Rock" is good, but there's too much reactionary political baggage with that.

I'd like "Sympathy for the Devil", but it's too long. Also it was written by a brit. A problem there since the whole point was kicking the British out'a here!

So there's this wonderful song,.."AMERICA" We all love it. We all know the words,..most of them anyway, 'and' it's fun to sing. What more could you ask for. Heck we should put it on t-shirts, and give it out at ball games.

This swell ditty was cranked out by Katharine Lee Bates in 1893. It's high time we re-adopted her neat song back as our real National Anthem,..while we still have a country worthy of it.

Now sing along with Uncle...

"AMERICA"

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

(This is as far as most of us usually get. I was nearly grown up when I found out there was more to it. The rest of the anthem is just as neat as the beginning! ...Follow the bouncing check.)

America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

Wow! A National Anthem that speaks of "Mercy", "Forgiveness", "Beauty", and "Nobleness!" No wonder the people love it, and politicians ignore it.

(Click on the Patriotic title of this Yankee post, and hear Ray Charles sing the peoples "American Anthem!")

"1000! SERVED!!"

2007-04-10T23:18:00.000-04:00

Well okay 990 give or take. I'm too excited, and can't wait for the official tumble. Still not bad for just a month'n a half or so. Granted I've been on line for exactly a year, but I never knew if anybody ever came by because in the "old" blogspot format the counters mostly didn't work.

Anyhow my numbers went back to "0" at the end of february when I changed over to the new system. Then all of you swell folks showed up. Actually for all I know you was there all along. Never mind, what difference does it make. I still loves ya's. I just thought it was cool to know we more or less kind'a in a way broke a thousand visits.

Think I'll treat myself to an extra lump of coal in my fireplace at my humble leaky shack tonight. Cheers!

(Oh, the above gleeful bunch are the "Sydneyland" administrators, and art department. Eh,..I'm not there. I had just gone out for more baloney. We run through a lot of that cook'n up neat stuff for you folks.)

(Click on the joyous title of this millennial post to see the celebrations.)

"WALT WHITMANLAND"

2007-04-10T19:06:00.000-04:00

I was just joking around with friends, and the topic of our beloved Uncle Walt came up. The idea of using Walt Whitman's life as the basis of an amusement park occurred to me. We could start with Walt's boyhood with the "printers apprentice" ride.

All of the ticket holders will get the chance to lay toxic lead type, and fall into vats of black ink! Then there's the crazed, but fun "Brooklyn Eagle" reporters ride. In this you get to interview corrupt politicians while being beat'n up by pro-slavery southern agents.

Okay not much fun so far. Being a Saint, religious or secular ain't easy. Basically everybody would like you to inherit that six feet of earth that's promised to all of the meek. So maybe it's enough just to be glad the Walt Whitman lived, and put up with holy hell, but was still filled with love.

"I'm feel so full of love,...it's worse than when I was young!"

Yep sounds like something a saint might blurt out. So class your assignment for the balance of this month is to read at least one verse, or article, or essay a day by our hero. Com'on it'll just take a moment. Here I'll help. Get a copy of "Leaves of Grass" put it some place handy, and pick a page at random. Everyday stick ya finger in there, and read whatever you find.

You'll be glad ya did!

(Here's is what fellow blogger DeeJohn read last night...)

"I Dream'd in a Dream"

I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led
the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.

~From "Leaves of Grass"~

(Of all the figures of History Walt Whitman is the only one that I'd want to have as a personal friend. I admire others from history, but I "like" dear Walt.)

(Please click on the title of this grey bearded post for one of Uncle Walts Greatest Hits!)

Saint Beatrix Potter

2007-04-09T08:07:00.000-04:00

This is Saint Beatrix in 1938 when she was in her 70's. Like Walt Whitman St. Beatrix has always had a kindly place in my heart. Always, and forever because like Uncle Walt she gave the world,..gave me a glimpse of the peaceable kingdom on earth.

I have no important essay to write. I'm just another soul that benefited from her grace, imagination, and kindness of spirit that she expressed in her books, and by her life example. I was going to say I'm just another ex-kid, ex-child that is grateful to her.

However I like to think that the flames of my young visions still flicker a bit. If they do she's certainly among the sainted that had something to do with that miracle.

(Please click on the title of this fuzzy post to see a fine 3 min. Peter Rabbit video)
(Btw, the DVD of "MISS POTTER" will be released at the end of April)

"HOUSE WARMING PARTY!"

2007-04-08T21:38:00.000-04:00

Well gang I've made a decision. I'm moving all my scary stuff over to my new page "HELL ON THE ROCKS!" There's a link there already. That's my project for the evening. I'll be deleting my more distrubing posts, and putting them in "Hell" where they belong. Now this isn't exile I expect all my pals to go to hell,..so to speak.

Well I gots work to do. See you in Hell!

(Please click on the burning title of this post to see a smuggled out video of Hell,..on a "nice" day down there.)

"ALICE"

2007-04-08T04:27:00.000-04:00

I suddenly found myself thinking of Alice. Alice. Such a story. Such a strange dream.

(Please click on the Title of this unexpected post to see the very first "Alice" film. It was made by Cecil Hepworth in 1903, that's nearly 104 years ago. It's about 9 minutes long.)

"Watch the Skies!"

2007-04-07T21:47:00.000-04:00

More, and more regular people are seeing them. It is nolonger a rumor to be dismissed with a laugh. They appear out of nowhere! Slowly they drift across the quiet sky baffling all who see them. Despite government denile they are here.

Teddy Bears! They sail the skies of the world. They look down upon us like the Greek G-d's of old. Who knows what strange plans they have for humanity. Why are they here, what do they want? Most worrying of all,..what do they eat?!

"21st Century Angels"

2007-04-06T06:42:00.000-04:00

How does one go about being an "Angel" in the 21st Century. An Angel is a messenger. A carrier of information, and a symbol that we attach much to. To some these beings are the foot soldiers of this or that theology. Others see them as gentle sugar plum faeries. A cute, and sweet myth, but not important.

Sorry, none of the above. We are the Angels, you, and me. We are all sometimes called upon to act the roll of "Angel". In much the same way we would be called upon to perform various rolls in an extreme emergency. In our time we are all called to give messages of ecouragement, hope, and inspiration to others. However I've always found the circumstances of the delivery interesting.

Holiness is usually the last thing on your mind when you have to pass something on to someone that desparately needs it. Infact things being what they are these days I'm usually pissed off, and just want to be left alone. Which is why I say how do we go about being this "thing" when G-d or the Universe or whatever conscripts us to do a job.

There you are walking along, and you see a situation that you 'Know' you're supposed to do something about. "Oh Crap!" "Will you guys gimme a Break!" You say to eternity. "Why don't you call up Spiderman or something!" "This one looks nasty I could get my ass kicked here!"

(For the details of some of my adventures doing gawd's work link to my "Humming Amber" blog. Read the post called "Uncle Sidney's Interesting day". It's a whole doucu-drama of the shit you can get into by being an Angel. Btw, the part where I grow wings is made up,..the rest is true. ...just thought I'd let ya know I'm not 'that' nutz.)

Anyway I brings this whole mess up because for the first time ever,..I think. I refused an assignment. Okay, okay I know this messenger deal is voluntary,...mostly,..in a way. 'Least I hope it is. Yeah well I outright refused. "Not this time!" "Get another rube!"

The facts of the case are simple. I was out shopping for junk I don't need. This btw is my patriotic duty. As we all so well recall the President himself said, as New York still smoldered after the firey attack. The Boss said "Everyone should live normally,..Go Shopping!" So there I was carrying out my Commander in Chief's battle orders. I went shopping for some Enya cd's. War is Hell.

Anyhow while I was poking around for Enya at the "Virgin Mega Store" over in Times Square I saw this guy. Yep I knew the 'look' he was a client for sure. The poor fellah was in a state, and we locked eyes. I 'Knew' I had to speak to him.

(A note here. The "heavenly" message is usually just a "You okay man", that and a little friendly humanity. A kindly contact. That's usually all that's required. It's rare that it turns into an episode of "24" or "X Files"..thank gawd!)

Well yeah I see's 'em, but I sez fuck'it! 'And keeps walking. I went on my way grumbling, pissed, and wanting to know why nobody ever helps me! (they didn't have any Enya cd's,..imagine)

Then I starts to get mad. You know how the more ya walks from something you fucked up the uglier, and madder ya gets? I actually tells G-d,.."Fuck you Bitch, I'm on Strike!!" "I must be out of my mind,..why do I even listen to you or them other frigg'n spooks!" "Where the hell was you or your posse when my mommy was dying in agony of cancer!!" "I Quit!" "...and stay the Hell out'a my Dreams!"

Boy lucky for me that the old Girl is so nice. I mean the "Hounds of Hell didn't leap up, and rip out my intestines or anything else attached to me. The earth didn't gape or swallow me neither. So far I ain't been struck by lightning or got jury duty. So I guess their cutting me some slack for now.

That's where it stands gang. Sorry no happy ending or humorous ironic twists, and tidy fini! Bleep'em. So that's the hassel, the problem. Assuming you believe in all this Angel/Universe/Gawd whooie. What's a regular gal or guy supposed to do when ya get the call, and you ain't interested.

Maybe I just need Paradise to show me more stuff. I need to know that all this crap is actually going somewhere. That we all here on Earth are getting somewhere, and not just stalled on some celestrial off ramp.

This static making any sense to you folks?

(Please click on the title of this rebellious post to see the "Broken Doll Theater")

"SNOW"

2007-04-06T00:20:00.000-04:00

Not much, and not for long, but still it fluttered down. Imagine my surprize. Here I am looking forward to a Coney Island outing on saturday, and I wake up to snow! In a way I'm happy to see it. I am at heart a cold weather person. The recent near 80f events here in town were not fun for me. Too hot too early,...damn global warming!

"NESTED"

2007-04-04T22:05:00.000-04:00

In the post below this one I recount from my childhood that my model plane got loose in Prospect Park. It flew away,..disappeared. I had supposed that it's flying still decades later. By now over China or Tibet,..should have put a message in it.

However my dear blogger pal "chadwick" thinks that my birthday gift from "Mum" ran out of gas, and eventually crashed into the top of a tree. Where for all these years it has served as a nest, and shelter for birds.

Wonderful.

I like this idea better than the "Flying Dutchman" model bi-plane. There's a story or short video in this. A sweet story that begins where mine ends. The cord snaps, and we see my 12 year old self receeding away as the plane begins it's new life. The Sopwith-Camel flies above, and past Prospect park. Tail winds add to it's mileage. It soars above the city, over the Brooklyn Bridge, over Chinatown, and Greenwich Village, past Times Square.

By now the fuel is all, but gone. The prop sputters, and fails, but the warm updrafts from the city keep her going. She's flying, and on course for Central Park, Prospect's more famous sister.

Past Columbus Circle, over the Sheep Meadow she goes. Till at last just past Besthesda Fountain my model Soptwith glides into, and is entangled in the upper branches, and leaves of an old oak.

Here begins her decades of service as a cozy nest for generations of blue jays, robins, finch's, sparrows, and doves.

(Please click on the "seat of the pants" title of this post to see a model "Sopwith" do it's stuff.)

(Oh,..if you please. Visit my "Humming Amber" spirit page. I'm starting to put stuff there again. I'd really like your thoughts. Link is listed with the other pages. Thanks)

"Sir Sidney of Hollis Green"

2007-04-02T06:16:00.000-04:00

A while back I was remembering a childhood event. I told the story on the air of how my Aunt Sybil "Knighted" my brother,cousins, and me.

Long, long ago when Kennedy was our young, noble King, and Woodstock was an unknown farm town. I was a kid. In this instance I was a kid playing in my aunt Sybil's back yard. I was happily raise'n hell with my brother John, and my cousins Jimmy, and Henry.

We were happy, secure, innocent, and playing in our aunt Sybil's house in Hollis Queens. Btw, we called auntie, "Mum",...can't remember why. Just as none of us remembers why we call my little sister "Cookie." All lost in the mists of kidhood.

Well there we were scream'n, and jumping uping down! When out comes "Mum" to the grassy yard. She set up the big lawn chair, and put a pillow in front of it. She also brought out our Grandma's colorful winter quilt.

You guys ever read "Prince Valiant?" My auntie did. In fact it was her favorite story book from childhood. So it's no surprise that we all got "Prince Valiant" sets at Christmas. Well we got sox, books, and other useless stuff too, but Mum always came through with the neat presents.

She once gave me a model airplane w/a real gasoline motor in it! One summer I was flying it in Prospect Park, and the cord snapped. It flew away. I never in all these years found the wreckage. I like to think it's still flying somewhere in the world,..China maybe.

'But the Prince Valiant set, oh my, it was so beautifully made! Bright painted tin shield, golden sword, and plumed "flower pot" helmet! This stuff would be worth a fortune today on ebay if you could find it! (...and I've looked) Well Mum brings these out with her to the yard, and performs magic.

We got in line shortest to tallest, and before we knew it we were Knighted! Me, Henry, Johnny, then Jimmy. Each in our turn would don Grandma's quilt as we knelt before Mum.

She held the golden sword above us while saying grownup words then gently touched one shoulder then the other with the Prince's glinting blade. I can't remember all that she said, but I do know that it felt serious. Not play.

Our Aunt Sybil was giving us something important. Something that was real. Very real. Was that the moment when we all became men? That so long ago summer day when we knelt before she who would later become the "Matriarch" of all our families.

The years passed our innocence slipping away. My brother, and cousins grew up to be paratroopers, and fought in the Indochina wars. They were the "Knights", that's what they called themselves. My cousin Henry even painted a winged "Excalibur" on the side of his helicopter.

I have often wondered if the magic that Auntie gave us that day helped them to survive over there. I think it did. I think Mum knew exactly what she was doing.

There are only two Knights left now my brother, and me. Time, and the world have taken the others. Still that warm day lives in us. That gift from our dear Auntie has seen us into a new century, and a grateful middleage.

God Bless You Mum.

Whereas I said I don't remember all the words that were said over us I always meant to compose something to fill in the gaps. Here it is. I pinched most of it from books, or movies though a few words are mine. I hope it may come in handy for you if you ever have to Knight a worthy person. Be they old or very, very young no matter, one size fits all.

"The Oath of a Knight"

Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave, be honest, be generous, and kind. Oppose evil in all of it's forms. Have the wisdom to do not what is easy, but what is right. Respect Women. Safeguard the helpless, respect all faiths. But beware of "Pride" the source of all error.

Now in the name of G-d the founder of Dreams. She who filled the "Well of Forever" with souls, and put smiles on the lip of the yet born. In the Name of She who painted the void with fire. In that Name!, and in the names of Saint Michael, and Saint George the slayer of Dragons,...You are Consecrated,...now rise, a Knight, and assume your responsibilities.

(Click on the title of this very personal post to see the trailer for "EXCALIBUR". Perhaps the best of the "Arthurian" films)

"Space!,..It's a Dogs Life"

2007-04-01T08:07:00.000-04:00

"Less We Forget"
(and need to be reminded by some busybody)

In 1957 while hoards of unthinking American capitalist stooges were wasteing their time watching the reactionary antics of Lucy Ricardo, having backyard cookouts or pileing into Desoto landcruiser, station wagons. Then driving to Las Vegas, and Disneyland on wide clean, and safe interstates. Stopping only to replenish their supplies of Luckies, Cheeseburgers, and Fresca.

While these "Running Dogs of the Cabal of Wall Street Atomic Plunderers" were on their one way trip to the dustbin of history. The Heroic Dogs of the "Great Red Banner Motherland" were fearlessly making "The Triumph of Socialist Science, and History" an uncontested Reality!

The peoples canines dared to challange the very heavens! "Laika", (Order of Lenin, Terrier first class), was volunteered to be the first mammal to travel beyond the atmosphere, and gravity of the Earth. The glory did not stop there!

Our beloved Laika was not the last quadruped into space. Shortly after the non-return, and un-survival of the worlds first spacedog,..the former Laika. Two more from the kennels of the Motherland were volunteered. "Strelka", and "Belka", (Heroic likeness above), were sent by the Central Committee to further explore the cold, pointless monotony of oblivion.

Unlike their unfortunate predecessor these two furry heros came back to the warm welcoming arms of the Workers Paradise. In graditude for their valor the "Ministry of Interesting Surprizes" had our heros Strelka, and Belka poisoned, dissected, poked about, then sewn back together, and stuffed.

This so future generations of comrads could admire first hand the People's K-9 Space Heros. There was some discussion about bestowing a similar honor on the soon to be announced Cosmonauts. However this was dropped as it was felt that such 'might' have a negative effect on their morale.

Good Doggies!