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He’s a Whore / Big Black & Cheap Trick (original) An Anthem for the Gaggle of Lackeys Suckling at Trump’s Anal Pucker


Washington 6

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An Anthem in Response to the Trump Administration… I Will Refuse / Pailhead

I Will Refuse / Pailhead  (my housemate pulled out this classic as an apt response to the current traitor in chief)

Born as a blank page
We must pick and choose
Our destinations and
The paths we’ll use
What shall we say is sacred
What will be abused
It’s no wonder
The world is confused
Murder and weather
Is our only news
I will refuse!

Your offer is tempting
But it’s not what it seems
You take advantage
Of everybody else’s dreams
You create the perfect picture
By dressing up the scene
Trust our hopes and lives
To your death machines
Your point is not well taken
Because that’s not what it means
I will refuse


Betsy DeVos Confirmed

Trailer for, To Be and To Have, a movie anyone concerned with education should watch to understand how far we are from where we should be.

DeVos and her program to go to a privatized charter school system and abandon the public school system can only result in a permanent underclass if it is allowed to go forward. Billionaires, it turns out, don’t generally understand what it is to work to make something of value. Rather, they only know how to steal from and sell out those who fall beneath their gaping maws. DeVos seems to have selected children as her favorite appetizer. Her policies steal the lives and potential from the children who fall beneath her influence. This is what happens when we allow professionalized machines of wealth accumulation to raise up, at best, mediocre or, at worst, people completely devoid of any sense of obligation to their fellow man, to the the status of Billionaire. These are characters cut in a pale reflection of Putin, and curiously so.

And this is happening at a time when the greater proportion of “men” are lionizing a cheat as a hero and not merely because he got away with it. A “hero” stuck in a career playing a child’s game–that is, Tom Brady of the New England Patriots football team. These things do not occupy separate worlds; they are part and parcel of our world. We need to suffer with this reality soberly until a stratagem to address this hellish reality reveals itself. We need to give a fuck.



Madness / Waltz into Mischief

Madness / Waltz into Mischief   (video posted on You Tube by evans T003)

The latest and greatest… amazing arrival
No conscience, no shame… for the game of survival
Thieves and villains… and fraudulent swindlers
Gathered in tribute… with masks of respect

A big hand, hurray! Oh come on you trustful
Let the band play a waltz into mischief

The chairman is speaking… instructs the apprentice
All faces are turned… to the wizard of sentence
Years of experience… fall from his tongue
Like teardrops to puddles… they rippled among

A big hand, hurray! Oh come on you trustful
Let the band play a waltz into mischief

This kid of the cowboys… of fastest deception
Writes down his kiddings… to ruptuous reception
Calls on the crowd… of white-pointed heads
To check on the carpets… while we’re in our beds

(Nelly the elephant packed her trunk and said goodbye to the circus)

A big hand, hurray! Oh come on you trustful
Let the band play a waltz into mischief
A big hand, hurray! Oh come on you trustful
Let the band play a waltz into mischief
A big hand, hurray! Oh come on you trustful
Let the band play a waltz into mischief


Ode to the Pissing Prostitutes of Moscow

Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love and Blacks Sabbath, War Pigs mash-up…

An apt soundtrack as western intelligence agencies begin to purge through other than official disclosures their cache of material which might otherwise render the next POTUS vulnerable to extortion.

Hail to the Piss Head in Chief!


You lackeys are so tightly wrapped around the jock of big money you can’t imagine what is laid out right in front of your face… so you narrate a rationalization for your sycophantasy.

This IS your guy… He is beholden to the the post-Soviet gangsters… He IS the kind of idiot who is so twisted and short-sighted that he would not only use Moscow prostitutes, but he would indulge in his flagrant perversions despite… as he says in response… [he knows they have cameras in those little rooms.]

And it is telling how concerned you are with “career killing” allegations on the part of those reporting, as opposed to the potential for threat to our democracy. You reveal your own motivations much more demeaned by ambition than even those Moscow prostitutes.You are an unabashed lackey looking to kiss the ass of the richest most powerful piss-head in the room. Kneel down and take what you deserve, idiot.

Further, yes, this could possibly be a hoax, but taking into consideration the public character of the person in question… it is more likely this is an effort to disclose through other than official outlets, on the part of western intelligence agencies, potentially compromising material held against the soon to be second most powerful man on the planet.

But congratulations for using your mouth like a public toilet… overmuch and for just about anything. And talk on, lackey, your piss head in chief won’t ever hear you.

After Byzantium… The New Way

I’ve been reading a book titled, The Battle of Lepanto… It is about a naval battle between the Ottoman Empire and an alliance of western powers. It is cited as the beginning of the ascendance of Europe over these eastern empires. One tidbit attracted my attention… when the Ottomans conquered Constantinople in 1453, they had been a land power… with the taking of this capitol of empire, they were thrust into a naval world. Constantinople sat at the confluence of land and water routes, a commercial giant for centuries. And water routes accelerated and extended a societies reach by a force of ten. However, when the Ottomans, with their new navy, met the Venetians in naval engagements, they needed at least a force of two to one against the tiny little city state of the Republic of Mark. Why? Because naval technology and culture, naval skill-craft, took centuries to develop. Just imagine all that complex rigging just to move the sails about, and then consider the enormity of natural phenomena to negotiate–without even taking into consideration naval battle strategy and tech.

When I think about our culture… I am constantly transported to the idea of Machu Pichu. A place where centuries of societal refinement battled the scarce resources against the threat of starvation and societal collapse by ingeniously managing the element most vital to that communities survival, water. Every drop was guided and diverted and utilized in a complex of labyrinthine tiered garden beds the elegance of which is enough to mirror the Cathedrals of Europe. But eventually, these ideas return me to the stark contrast posed against the backdrop of our own society. It is the circus and marketplace which seem to be the alters of worship behind the veils of ego and kitsch.

Our naval skill-craft, our horticultural elegance is expressed in tricking a young man to hawk cars to his own neighbors by manipulating their vanity and pressuring their sense of consideration into capitulation for the wealth of a far off corporate headquarters more concerned with putting out 23 useless versions of a financial ball and chain to burden the citizenry into spending much more than is necessary for a necessity of life–conveyance to and from work. If we had 5 car types from each company and highly regulated technology introduction… cars could be on the market and off the lot for as little as 5 thousand a piece rather than an average cost of $33,000.

Our communities look like cookie cutter wet dreams of rag and bone men.. six lanes of traffic bounded by acres of unused treeless parking lot, where the only green space is easement between lot and street, for big box stores which leave behind little more than the ability to work a cash register and funnel the wealth out of our communities nickle and dime at a time to far off accumulations used to elect our leaders and sway public policy to assure that societal elites have a greater share each quarter to keep them in their gated communities, with private police forces for each of their eighteen homes! It’s not just absurd… it is simply idiotic.

Meanwhile, they pay the way for economists who are so clueless about their own “science” as to lack the basic understanding that capital to wages and salaries requires a regulated balance to fend off economic crisis! They may as well be wearing pointed caps adorned with crescents and stars, donning long cloaks and waving wands about for all the use they are!

It is enough to make a guy want to sink his head into a bottle, bowl or ass!

But then I come across these simple permaculture videos… and I see simple, sincere, forthright young men and women… not entirely unwittingly, laying the ground work for the new Christianity to supplant the barbarity of Rome with simple thoughtfulness and effort. blazing a trail, embarking on the development of cultural strategies to remove the hand of Mammon from our shoulders and throats… and in such a way that those foul minions will never see you, (us), coming. Who knows what strategies and forms your, (our), efforts will one day produce?

Thanks guys.

CF Jurgus

Hallelujah / Leonard Cohen ~RIP~

Hallelujah / Leonard Cohen

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya’
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throat, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Now maybe, there’s a God above
All I ever learned from love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
But it’s not a cry that you hear tonight
It’s not some pilgrim who claims to have seen the light
No, it’s a cold and very broken, Hallelujah
Babe I been here before
And I want this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Listen, love… Love isn’t some kind of victory march
No, it’s a cold and it’s a very lonely, Hallelujah
There was a time that you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now, you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when i moved in you
And the Holy Love she was moving too
And every single breath she drew a Hallelujah
(You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I could not feel, so I learned to touch
I told the truth, I didn’t come… to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand right here before the lord of song
w/ nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah