Kombinat!
Get Your War On
www.mnftiu.cc | Send Money to MDC Team #5!:
"MDC Team #5 is in the motherfucking hooooooouse!"
OK. So I just remembered Get Your War On! cartoons and visited the place again again to catch up on the last 6 months of cartoons. Of course I am happy to announce that nothing has changes. It has gotten worse of course. In the meantime you can make a difference. Not the american version of making a difference that they tell you on TV and the Radio and shit like that. But really you can make a difference by donating some money you would spend on beer or lap dances on Saturday Night or some greasy cheeseburger with the extra helping of fat - 'nstead you can just part with your hard earned money and donate it to make a difference to some kids who live near the motherfucking land mine fields in different parts of the world. I mean it's not like you have to go there and get your ass sweaty and risk having your arms blown off but I guess you could if you are seeking some thrills but you could just go and accompany these guys who are clearing the mind fields, you could cook soup for example you know... Anyway Here is the
link to adopt-a-minefield if you are ready to pull out the plastic and make you life fantastic... You could also go and donate your time if you don't know what to do with your life. Read a book to an armless blind child ... look at the many choices you can truly make a difference... Last but not least you can write your congressman (if he/she is still a human being) and demand to stop the war and bring our soldiers back home. (I have reached the point of resignations here so I am not going to write any more. Thank you)
email to a perfectly multi-lingual friend from another culture
NOTES FROM A FELLOW TRAVELER: email to a perfectly multi-lingual friend from another culture:
gringos, but not only gringos, of course!, tend not to feel part of a community that we must support simply because we know it supports each one of us for the sake of the good of all — there is no such community in our country; capitalist ideology and the false democracy of our two-party government prevents us from engaging in a nationwide discussion of what such a community would look like
in a society based on profit and only profit, what else can most of us be but greedy place-seeking careerists? this is what we really mean by “individualism”!
In the belly of a woman
Sitting here. Breathing.
Breathing some more.
Wanting to express. Expressing want.
Small wants wanting to be bigger.
Just like you In the belly of a woman - not yet breathing. Small.
Mumbling in the Background
CONTEXT - This Week in Arts and Ideas from The Moscow Times:
"The local community is a little thick when it comes to books and arts," Vladislav said in fluent English.
"All people think about is upgrading cars and buying stuff," he commented. But he was quick to understand the irony of somebody in real estate complaining about consumer society. He admitted that he liked expensive cars, as well.
As he talked, I could hear someone mumbling in the background. According to Vladislav, this was a great Russian writer, who was giving much better answers than him. Now and again he would pass them on like a simultaneous translator
There is mumbling in the background. Pay attention to the mumbling in the background... (
like there at The Dumpster)
Breathing the Bogus Air of Normalcy
Wealth Bondage: Comment from Tutor at Liberal as the New Niggrah post :
"Something good is happening too, the langauge is being made to come back to life, torn between two sets of cliches, one liberal, one a mockery of it. What strikes me is that these machiavels are much better propagandists and black-hearted poets than our team. We are still much too polite, much too "minimal" in our satire. "Embrace and extend" is the strategy. Behind the farce of course the movement of money and power is serious, stripping away our civil liberties, privatizing public goods, driving preemptive war to open markets, and risking environmental collapse. The air of normalcy in all this is bogus. The strain is getting too great to be igorned. It is an interesting time to be a writer, even of a blog, much less a peripatetic teacher. Thinking is not what people want to do, they want to find a shell of cliches and snarky gestures and to retreat into their idiot-consensus. All my life that has been what I have seen, and worked against as a teacher, and worked for as a marketer, for that matter, but I have never seen minds so ruined and addled, so unreachable."
Listen!
"Don't talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don't say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don't turn around
This is for real
digging in the dirt..." ~ Peter Gabriel
Digging in the Dirt. So many will not dig. What to do if they won't dig? What if they won't get dirty with dirt? What to do if they don't want to get dirty with their own vomit? Got to dig your own dirt.
More comments at that topic: Listen! Tutor writes:
- "I feel we are looking at the tree leaves and not the tree or the roots or the soil. We are the soil from which something new might grow"
And some more:
- "What we can do is to develop modes of discourse that are mutations of the deeper traditions of our culture, Athens and Jerusalem, with some postmoderns mixed in. It has to start with a coherent viewpoint and a way to make it stick against the memes and hitmen of the right"
and some more:
"Point being, our Dumpster is on Stage. The lights come up, the microphones are dialed up, and our words to one another are overheard as they should be. We do have something to say as a group, and we are doing more than just recycling the memes of discontent, we are exploring the resources that can be mustered in our literary, philosophical, religious, and yes financial traditions to take democracy back, or at least properly mourn its passing"
This blog entry has no point. It points to some points. Go explore the points. Be a bit more reachable.
and some more from Tutor:
"I do not have a moral or political theory, but I do ave the theory that we are all moral actors and that each of us paints his or her own moral portrait in every word and gesture. Thus by 'reading' our political actors as if they were characters in a play, we can do more than deconstruct or mock or scorn, we can point a moral"
Breaking News at Whiskey Bar
At Whiskey Bar:The lawyer shot by Vice President Dick Cheney left a Texas hospital Friday, saying "accidents do and will happen" and adding that he was "deeply sorry" for allowing his face to get in the way of Cheney's gun.
"I clearly obstructed a very good shot by the vice president, one which might easily have bagged several pen-raised quail if my upper torso and head hadn't absorbed most of the blast," Whittington explained. "I only hope he can find it in his heart to forgive me for not getting out of the way faster when he whirled and fired without warning."
On a roll
I am on a roll people. The nice red wine is hitting right now. Wow. It's amazing that you know me only from my drunken prose. I am a fun woman when I am sober. So just to let you know. ..... Oopps too late... I am really drunk now. Maybe tomorrow.
Steps to the microphone
"And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing" ~ Dire Straits.
I borrow freely the words and sentences from others because In my 40 years of life I haven't yet come up with anything original. Everything I say was heard, borrowed, stolen, repackaged, recreated, remade, recycled... etc... etc... There is however one original thought in my mind that I haven't heard before from anyone... It is - Jesus Bunker... Yeah, fucking Jesus Bunker. This is the new way to vomit language.
Escape Predictability of Life
For the last 2 years I have been planning my escape from the predictability of life. It is working. I have fucked up my life beyond recognition. I have sold my houses. Sold my cars. Sold my possessions. Gave away my fine china, tables, chairs. All of it I gave away for freedom from the predictability of life. I threw a wrench in the coggery of machinery of thrown life. Thrown life, like a piece of meat is thrown to the dogs to feast on I was thrown into life itself to be the rugged doll, thrown like a plaything for machinery. And I am still there. Nothing has changed. I only gave up my right to claim my life to have any meaning. I have volunteered to disband my construction of predictable reality. Lovely. Lovely.... And now for my final moment of triumph I will stop speaking... stop speaking english and start speaking another language... I will take on expressing myself in another way of vomiting... not in english but in another language. - I will now vomit language incomprehensible to myself. Lovely. Lovely... The freedom to create to say I love you just like that, invented way of saying I love you... - Yes. I love you.
