McCain throws race, senility takes hold

Ok.  No one has said it yet, at least not that I’ve read, and I’ve been looking.  Here it is.  Everyone is asking WHY McCain chose this perky, but as yet unknown woman sporting the librarian’s bun hairdo (when was the last time you saw that?), and the glasses that seem worn only to suggest a keen intellect.  The alluring, and effusive Maria Bartiromo on CNBC interviewed Sarah Palin for nearly an hour yesterday, and the more she talked — and she talked a lot, like non-stop, like the energizer MILF-bunny of talkety-talk-talk-talk — the more I didn’t like her.  She seems scared to stop talking, and, more importantly, really very short on ideas that will work, and long on support for George W. Bush.  Pity.

McCain, I realized very quickly, is being tossed to the wolves by the party godheads — they know he’s not going to win, has no chance against the Obama juggernaut, and that he’s not even the least bit appealing to most any sentient voter (whom we’ll refer to as “the 51%).  He chose Sarah Palin precisely because she lacks experience, and because it would be completely unacceptable for an inexperienced party hack to be in a position to take the presidential reins when McCain finally succombs to cancer in year two of his first term (you heard it here first).  They know McCain can’t win, and so does he.  So what does he do?  He decides he’s going to lose big, and he picks Palin.  Why does he want to ensure a loss for the GOP?

McCain wants to throw the game for the Repubs, and they want him to throw it, because this country is in such a screwed-up state that the Repubs don’t think Obama (especially with the timid,and hapless Democratic Congress) has a prayer of unraveling it all and getting us on the road to economic recovery, as well as recovery of our standing and rightful place in the international community of nations.  And the GOP wants to be ready to harp ad nauseum on Obama’s “failure” to fix: two wars, a failing economy built on a house of cards and a ’disappeared’ industrial base; a political system in complete disarray, and awash in dirty money corruption; a global climate emergency.  If the GOP were to win, they’d have to try to fix things.  they simply couldn’t get away with four more years devolving into a ”greatest hits” of the last 8.  And they know that the extent of the carnage created by W means that they can’t fix it, no way, no how — so they would rather not even put up a fight with the Dems, they’ll save their campaign war chest for mid-term elections of ought-’10, and for the ought-’12 contest.   To hell with McCain, party leaders are thinking – he’s been skewering the party regulars for years with his finger-in-your-eye “maverick” crap.  Time for some comeuppance – how ’bout the most lopsided victory against a Republican since GHWB in 1992?  Yes, yes.  Winning is too hard, so they’re throwing in the towel early.  McCain looks more and more like a wandering Alzheimers patient, or maybe he’s stoned out of his gourd on thorazine.  Very difficult to say, but neither possibility is very appealing for any of us.

You just wait, Sarah will let loose the bun when we least expect it, shake down her long hair, now loosely falling about her shoulders and the top of her well-covered breasts, licking her lips lightly as she approaches the microphone, tempting all the good Christian men still praying for a McCain miracle from the god that’s on OUR side.  Hate to break it to them . . .

Again, you heard it here first, folks.

Kisses, KM.

Bruce

Mambo number jive?

Tuned into C-SPAN to see Barack Obama, the Democratic Party’s new nominee for President of the United States, give a surprisingly inspiring acceptance speech to a sellout crowd at the Democratic National Convention’s last night in Denver, Colorado this evening.  More specifically, I hung out in the music room all evening, slipped into my “last night” black lace-trimmed panties and a comfortable nightie, grabbed a guitar and worked on a few original jazz/fusion compositions to bookend the speech. 

When I was growing up, I was clearly bamboozled into believing that people could live together in peace; naively I wrote derogatory letters to Ronald Reagan about the shithole he was creating in this country with his rolling back important regulations, his deficit spending and big corporate giveaways, his nuclear proliferation, and his saber-rattling at the Soviets.  I came along just in time to be cynical about the “Just say no” to drugs campaign of his horrendous wife, just in time to question authority – including my parents.  In time to notice that there were an awful lot of black men going to jail for victimless drug use and possession crimes, and the rise of a foretelling supernationalism.  the only thing he didn’t get was his 9/11, things would have ended up just the same.  He didn’t get around to inventing his own pEARL fUCKING hARBOR, he lost his marbles before someone could explain the bit, and hand him his cue cards.  Tsk.

Anyway, will remain to be seen if this cat is for real, or if he’s conducting an enormous scam on somebody.  Scam numero uno is all teed up already – people are out there projecting their greatest hopes and dreams on the man, hoping he lives up to 1/1 of their expectations — this when he’s already pledged allegiance to Israel, and promised us an extended engagement in Afghanistan.  Ironically, another vivid memory of my young manhood.  Scam numero dos es cuando Barack shivs all the corporations that buy his fingers-crossed-behind-his-back populism by actually aiming for the history books as the next great american New Dealer in some of our darker hours.  It’s a lock that he’s one of our greatest presidents if he spearheads marching on a Democratic Congress to change the money culture in Washington.  What I think would be outrageous justice is if he gets in, forces public financing of campaigns, and eased ballot access for third parties, in his first 100 days he immediately decriminalizes marijuana, brings the troops home to put them to work repairing bridges (that work simply cannot be outsourced), and turns us all into dope farmers for the greater common good.

I don’t know why Obama sparks the imagination, but he does, and even the cynical can fall victim.

 

Had a good week this week, generally speaking, although wifey and I are not currently . . . C’est la guerre.

Shawn Johnson the fox, Nasty talk & Usain Bolt, please remove your hand from your pants . . .

Big props to NBC for the mighty fine closeups of foxy Shawn Johnson, 16-yr. old U.S.A. medal-winning gymnast, Beiling 2008 – right before her gold medal awarded as she awaited the anointing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sK6M5Z4_5AE&feature=related

What a beauty, she has lovely green eyes, wonderful teeth in a radiant smile, and priceless nose-freckles.  She could launch a thousand cute little teeny tiny ships.  Not a criticism, just an observation, as I once heard Chris Robinson say when I saw him with The Black Crowes back in ‘05, when they were touring around with that nutjob Marc Ford.  That dude, while he has the raunchysmoothest Les Paul tone, one of the best I’ve ever heard – he wrote the guitar riffs on a lot of my favorites, earlier Crowes –  has got to be one hardass muthafucka to get along wid on the road, my brethren, cuz I think he done joined, quit, grudgingly returned (apparently), and got thrown out on his ass from that bunch, oh seems like about 4 times.  But I digress.

I must confess my ultimate olympian probably is Nastia Liuken’s overall package, way huge that she’s closer to legal drinking age, plus the feisty Russian heritage.  Ouch.  Seriously, such a talented, artistic, graceful, and beautiful woman.  I feel privileged to have been able to see her performances – yes that good.

And who could have known that I would have a thing for the women’s Javelin athletes.  You need to check out NBC’s online replay coverage of that if you — like me – dig the tall, beautiful, graceful, super-athetic women.  Hey ladies, you all are fantastic to me.  I’d love to meet you in Amsterdam sometime - ask them for The Pimpdaddy :^)

Usain Bolt made me proud again with gold and a new world record in the beautifully-run Men’s 200M Final (yeah man, you got a right to celebrate that – you worked it all the way home, baby, take all the network time you need) — and rounding out ‘Les Triplez’ with dittoes in the Men’s 4×100 Relay in Track & Field.  I was profoundly disappointed in the just-slightly-less-than-glorious gold medal and world record run in the Men’s 100M Final.  Usain — can I help you understand the truth, my brother?  Truth-telling is one of my favorite inventions of man ever – so many people prefer to live in a delusional state that the truth when they hear it is jarring, and unsettling, and so seems cruel and avoided at all cost to most.  Let me tell you some truth, Usain.

The ONLY thought simultaneously on everyone’s mind at the end of the 2008 Beijing Games Men’s 100M dash Final — and when I say everyone, I mean, about 3 Billion people absolutely EVERYWHERE, whither me in my den; or people all around the globe watching it in groups of 50 crammed into a hot, cramped garment assembly line in Vietnam; or in the foreman’s office in a cattle rendering plant in Cambodia; or a gang of youths in a shack in LIberia on the still-working guts (no case remains) of a 40-year-old Sony B&W TV with big aluminum foil antennae that they’re running on purloined electricity that, along with the running water, they pipe in from the grocery ‘cross the street — was, quoting us all, “My God, man, a 9.69 second 100M?  That’s unbelievable . . . what might you have run if you weren’t playing with your dick the last 20 metres?”  So, ’nuff said on that my man.  I can’t tell you anything more anyway: evidence your amazing run in the 200M and the 4×100 relay.  You know that the performance is everything, and that you may not get to go ’round this ride but once.  You know that probably 100,000,000 of us out here would love to be standing in your shoes, son, so you give it your all, your ALL.

But, useless jawboning, is this.  Shame is something that is rapidly being lost on those in this swiftly devolving country of my generation, so we shall be the first generation of Americans not to pass along shame to our children.  Goddamn Reagan and that dreadful Ollie North, Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker, O.J., John and Patsy Ramsey, Michael Jackson, W-Cheney-Rumsfeld-Powell-Rice, all got together and outlawed shame, thus destroying its utility as a flag at the starting-line of acceptable, civilized behavior by members of the human race.  Future generations of Americans will not have a conception of it, and it will have completely lost its usefulness and meaning to us.  The rest of the world will understand and continue to apply shame to their children, who will react with appropriate humility and reform, and the rest of the world will become a more hospitable place, whilst people in the USA will view shame as a foreign, even alien concept, like Falun Gong is to most today — isn’t that interesting?  Don’t give me the Catholics and the Sons of Abraham, they’ve been acting like complete pansies since the accursed Reagan years, treating their children with kid gloves and not criticizing them, or humiliating them any more — everybody’s so civilized here in the USA.  It no longer motivates individual behavior to reform or conform or strive for norms.

Kisses, KM. We are all of us not who we at first seem, there’s always more here than meets the eye.

Hello world!

livin the good life,

standin on the backporch  smokin

suckin on a homemade that i rolled 4 me

from a j;o;b, onepointtwo baybee you oughta see me

i know i shouldn’t want to

but its gettin so I have to

and as i get older

the people get colder 

so I smoke a little weed

so I can feel more free,

satisfaction guaranteed.

 

sometimes i hate myself

can’t think of nothin else

and as i lose my mind

after smokin the bong baby

all night long

and i got no more

until I go to the store

and choose carefully

a dose of conscience for me

and for another few, here’s what I wanna do

I’m just livin the good life,

standin on the back porch smokin

a homemade cigar

that i rolled for me

cuz i’m all out of weed

cuz i smoked it all gone

just suckin that bong

baby all night long

so i dont hate myself.

 

arrivez.