Legalize It - Peter Tosh (Remastered)

Juana Molina Performs on Soundcheck

Liberals Piss Me Off

Yeah, you read that right.

Liberals.

Piss me off.

I've written before about how moderates piss me off, but these days, liberals are becoming almost indistinguishable from moderates. Just by standing still, I've moved to the radical Left. It is gratifying, therefore, to see that at least one other person feels the way I do.

After too many mornings waking up feeling guilty about mean things I've said, sometimes drunkenly, to dipshits who deserved it, and despite the fact that I'm probably the least religious person on the planet, I've made an effort to take this bit of Buddhist wisdom to heart:

The origin of suffering is attachment to transient things.

If ever something was transient, it's this infestation of early 21st century politics by spineless, cheerleading, pseudo liberal shitheads who have made it their life's work to achieve Wall Street's objectives by adopting formerly right-wing policies.

Of course, if I were truly taking that bit of Buddhist wisdom to heart, I wouldn't even be posting this, but it helps me to (sometimes) remember to say my piece and move on, rather than stewing over something.

Call it a catharsis.

Conservative Victory

"We shouldn't burn books, but at least they should be filed correctly."
photo by Gary Smith

Your Tax Dollars Hard at Work

Happy Pagan Fertility Celebration

The word, "Easter" is derived from the old English word "Eostre," which in turn is derived from the Old High German word "Ostara." Ostara or Eostre was a pagan fertility goddess in Saxon and Germanic traditions. The tradition of Eostre is probably derived from the ancient Greek goddess Eos, who was the goddess of the dawn. Many variations of this name and tradition exist throughout Norse, Germanic and Indo-European cultures. It is also related to the terms "estrus" and "estrogen." In ancient Greek times, "estrus" meant "frenzy" or "mad impulse." In Greek mythology, "estrus" was the fly that Hera sent to torment Io.

Just a thought

Imagine if some teevee network gave several hours per day of free support and publicity to, say, the Green Party, and the other networks and lots of newspapers, in fear of losing viewers/readers, followed that network's lead. Imagine, too, if some powerful former political insider -- Bill Moyers, say -- was able to marshall billions of corporate dollars and tons of political know-how into a non-profit activist group like FreedomWorks to help stage "grass roots" enviro rallies around the nation. Where would the "center" be then?

Badass Botswana Guitar

From Norwegianity by way of Boing Boing.

R.I.P. Alex Chilton

Song I Wish I'd Written

Flagpole Sitta

I had visions I was in them

I was looking into the mirror

To see a little bit clearer

The rottenness and evil in me

Fingertips have memories

Mine can't forget the curves of your body

And when i feel a bit naughty

I run it up the flagpole and see

Who salutes (But no one ever does)

I'm not sick but I'm not well

and I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell!

Been around the world and found

That only stupid people are breeding

The cretins cloning and feeding

And I don't even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves

And then they had to commit me

You told them all i was crazy

They cut off my legs now i'm an amputee (God damn you)

I'm not sick but I'm not well

And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell

I'm not sick but I'm not well

And it's a sin to live so well

I wanna publish zines

And rage against machines

I wanna pierce my tongue

It doesn't hurt it feels fine

The trivial sublime

I'd like to turn off time

To kill my mind

Kill my mind, mind

Paranoia paranoia

Everybody's coming to get me

Just say you never met me

I'm runnin' underground with the moles (Digging holes)

Hear the voices in my head

I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring!

But if you're bored then you're boring

The agony and the irony are killing me

I'm not sick but I'm not well

and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell

I'm not sick but I'm not well

and it's a sin to live this well

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