Check this out...

An article/blog on the RIAA about robbing blind people!

I'm gonna go have a smoke...be back soon...

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Useless arms

Well...North Korea has blown their top again. Good for them.
No more nuke plant towers!
No more nuke plant towers!
No more nuke plant towers!

Now all we have to do is get rid of the actual missle silo that they have and we can all relax...

And now a word from my sponsor...

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Does the thought of blowin' up give you a headache? Is there any hope for mankind in your skull? Try what millions of Americans are trying for the first time in their lives....millions of Americans are smoking weed. Yes folks. The more restrictions there are, the more and more I find people smoking weed. You can drive and smoke weed. You can't DRINK and drive, can ya?
Try it. If ya don't like smokin' weed...you can stop. Any time. It's not addictive like all the other stuff is...."
And now...back to our program....

Nukes? Nah...I got a song about arms, though...
-play me-

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The 2nd Commandm....er,um...Amendment

(Excerpt from sfgate.com article)

Americans can keep guns at home for self-defense, the Supreme Court ruled Thursday in the justices' first-ever pronouncement on the meaning of gun rights under the Second Amendment.

The Constitution does not permit "the absolute prohibition of handguns held and used for self-defense in the home," Scalia said. The court also struck down Washington's requirement that firearms be equipped with trigger locks or kept disassembled, but left intact the licensing of guns.

Scalia noted that the handgun is Americans' preferred weapon of self-defense in part because "it can be pointed at a burglar with one hand while the other hand dials the police."

SO...make sure that you DO NOT DIAL the gun! And NEVER point an armed phone at somebody unless you are actually drunk dialing! Because everybody knows what this situation is like. We ALL practice for this particular moment in life, right? Next time you are face to face with a burglar, notice how calm and rational your thinking is. Feel the SLOW rate of your pulse as you look the intruder in the eyes and say,

" Sir? (because a woman burglar is pretty rare) Excuse me (click)... but I need you to put my DVD player BACK on the television...thank you. Now please sit down and be still while I call the police. Please do not try and agitate my current state of thinking. I would hate to make a boo boo in your skull. Would you like something to drink while I am on the phone with the local authorities? Pellegrino? Would you like some Tang? Do you need to use the computer? "

We Americans are prone to believing things that have been written. So we can say later on in life that IT WAS WRITTEN. Even though we do change a FEW things later.

Like the liberty and justice for all thingy...

what?....Do we HAVE to?....ok....we'll include the black people, too.

You can't mention the word 'EVERYONE' without including the black people. And then somethings stay the same. Like the right to build a church on the land you 'purchased' from....

wait a sec...

who did the first land buyer pay? THAT one I might be thinking about ALL day now. In 1776 Every thing was switched over to American owned. So how did the first house sell? Oh yeah...I forgot. It was kind of like musical chairs. Once the music stopped and the rockets stopped a flaring and the bombs discontinued the bursting in air, people just sat down as quick as they could with their guns. The segway to a proper gentrification. Guns do make good defense weapons. They create an abundant economy for WE THE PEOPLE.

Depending on WHO the offender is...

...ask him...

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Blog Poles-1

As we blog on with our lives, we tend to read a little more. We bloggers are like virtual fisherman looking for little blog poles to yank out of the inter'net'. As I read on-line articles from sfgate.com (my prime source for PC Cali material), I become more and more fascinated by the comments, rather than the articles. Here is an example of a typical norcali statement and a response. The article is about plants and the effect of global warming.

I like the sfgate.com because they have the little voting icon under each comment. It's fun.

Blogger comment:

"If temperatures rise rapidly in California this century"...hey ding dongs....temperatures have been cooling...

-thumbs up-42- thumbs down-97-

Blogger2 comment

Hey (blogger) "Average temperatures in California rose nearly two degrees Fahrenheit during the second half of the 20th century, with urban areas blazing the way to warmer conditions. When scientists at NASA and California State University, Los Angeles, analyzed observations from 331 weather stations between 1950 and 2000, they found that average temperatures rose in 6 out of 7 of the state�s major climatic sub-regions." Taken from NASA's website at http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/Newsroom/NewImages/images.php3?img_id=17616. But, hey, what the hell does NASA know? They're probably part of the global conspiracy to convince us that global warming is real. I'm sure the scientific date from "blogger" is more on point.
thumbs up -70 thumbs down -24

to be continued...

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Guerrillas and Gorillas in the Congo

I was listening to National Public Radio this morning. A reporter was interviewing National Geographic photographers Michael Nichols and Brent Stirton . They had been down to Virunga National Park(central Africa) to get a story on the murder of 6 silver back mountain gorillas. What they discovered was...well...here are some disturbing facts : 

First of all, Virunga National Park has been a fixture on the UN's list of the most endangered places...the 1994 genocide in nearby Rwanda--the killing of more than 800,000 Tutsi people-two wars in the Vongo, in 1996-97 and 1998-2003, which left over 5 million people dead, which is more than any conflict since WWII....

The reporter asked the photographer Nichols how he felt, when after all these murders, his story of 6 gorillas gets world wide interest. He said he felt very surreal, but that WHATEVER it takes to put this place on the world view map is better than the past 10 years of neglect.

 And now there is a huge guerrilla war going on over the 30 million dollar a year charcoal industry. 

 This story will be on the National Geographic channel July 1st at 7pm. 

  

                                                                                         Congolese Tutsi Lautent Nkunda, likes to be called the "chairman"...which can be translated into ASSHOLE in most languages. He is fighting the Hutu militia and the Congolese army. He is also the suspect for the gorilla murders. Nkunda claims that more of these murders will probably happen if he doesn't get what he wants. I say give the baby his bottle. Over the head like blunt trauma... that is...

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The Secret Diary of [Steve Jobs] Jerry Yang: I just called a meeting of all my direct reports, and found out I don't have any

The Secret Diary of [Steve Jobs] Jerry Yang: I just called a meeting of all my direct reports, and found out I don't have any

RIP George Carlin

No battery for old men

???
Kinda looks like he doesn't really know WHAT he's talking about, huh? It's that look I recognize, though, when somebody suggests something that might actually be absurd, or ridiculous. Like the 300 million dollar cash give away to somebody, ANYBODY, who can design the most TOTALLY AWESOME car battery, like...ever, dude. ( I wouldn't be able to make this stuff up if I tried )
I guess if greed can get us into some economic trouble...then greed should be able to get us out? I dunno. It looks like we have a guy that might want to invest in an iron-man battery for himself, before he gets all worked up about the auto industry. Maybe that's what he's after. MAYBE he wants a car battery that works as good as the viagra he's taking. Maybe he wants to save us all from auto impotence. Maybe I'm just trying to make myself laugh at the whole thing the way we bloggers do. Either way...compared to Old McCainer here...
















...it looks like... well...just look...


Have a good day...

And now...republicans and hookers...

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Real American History or her story...

I was so fascinated by this video that I actually googled Amerigo Vespucci...

Comment on my comment on my comment on my comment....

Every morning...
I wake up and immediately go get coffee. It's gotta be that way or I cannot deal with the pace of things very well. People move pretty fast these days. Most everything is computer assisted. And the high speed of internet service may have provided us with an involuntary momentum factor we rarely notice. That's right...I'll blame computers.
Whatever...
Either way...coffee first.

 Then I can get on line and read some articles that blur under the headlines. The reason they blur? I'm racing my coffee'd brain to get to the comments. THE COMMENTS DUDE!! The article may have been written well. Or not. But whatever the literary value is....it's never as entertaining as the commentary.
The worse people can put down an issue the better. If there's an article about someone being arrested...then the comments are usually saying "burn, hang, or shoot" as SOON as possible. If you comment with something that is wishy washy...the comment sharks turn on you for a feeding frenzy. There is blood in these virtual waters.

I bet psychologists and therapists are losing money here. People are allowing themselves to vent on their own for free. And it's a free for all, too. On the sfgate.com site, they have a thumbs up or down voting icon you can select for each commentator. And if YOU are leaving a comment you can select a vote for your self. JUST ONE. No more. I remember leaving a comment that was pretty neutral. I come back and find 39 or so thumbs down on my comment. And like 6 thumbs up. Which means my personal opinion has been divided into two groups. It's crazy, man. I can't get enough, it seems. The meaner and nastier you are....the more thumbs up votes you get.
(sigh)
I might do another experiment.... I'm gonna log on with a puppy as my icon and say nice things only. I bet I get kicked off the commentary page!

 Then I'm gonna get a picture icon of a soccer mom with an uzi. She's gonna tell people to F**k off every other broken sentence fragment or stick it up your narrow little A** if you don't back the hell off.
I bet I win  a pulitzer with latter choice...

                                                                                               Anyway...I found this pic and really like it.

Ya gotta admit that we Americans are kinda rough around the edges.
I'm definitely proud to be one. I'm a blues guitarist...how more American can ya get?

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Uncle Samurai?

I have been to the imperial garden in Tokyo where this statue stands. It is made of bronze. It stands about twenty feet high in the middle of a park, surrounded by the city. My mothers side of the family is descended from this loyal retainer, who lived and fought...and died with great honor in the 1300's...He is the reason why I chose the name Uncle Samurai.






My true uncle samurai Kusunoki Masashige... (last name first)

A poem:

I could not return, I presume
So I will keep my name
Among those who are dead with bows.




This poem was written 12 years after Masashiges death, by his son.


After the Meiji Restoration,
when a new government was searching for a way to reconcile Japan's samurai past with her Imperial present, Kusunoki Masashige came to the fore. A samurai loyal to the emperor, even to his certain death, was a valuable symbol, and much exploited during the era of Japanese Imperialism.

hmmmm

Obama News...

How...kimmosabe...how...

This might sound off tangent... But yesterday I thought for the first time...where did all those Indians* go? They were told that religion was mandatory or else they would perish. Then it dawned on me...They're up in heaven. They're up ther sayin things like, "Wow...they were right! This heaven thing is GREAT...where is everybody? ALL those people who TOLD us about this place aren't showin' up...HOW? How is that? "

-article-







*-Indians is now PC because it implies that Christopher Columbus had no idea where the hell he was

A catch...

Sadie and I were wandering thru the house
and we saw a little fishy...




















Turned out to be my niece...














...it was Aria not Nemo

A universal remedy with no solution...

When I was a freshman at Berkeley high I thought that music was the key to happiness.
I looked around at all the different 'clics', groups and social classes and realized that I would be a part of something that connected them all. A bonding agent that has always been categorized as a universal language :Yes, the music. So I signed up for classical guitar class. In fact about 5 or 6 of us did, and we reported to the old A building on the north west side of campus. It was an early class. About 8:30am. To us, a descript motley crew of young teenage metal heads, music class was still a class and our rebel attitude preceeded us. To conform. To participate with the other 'normal' kids. A sacrilegious social endeavor that made us cringe in our shredded jeans and rock and roll t-shirts. Except we were wrong.
The teacher gave us a choice. He said that if we wanted to be a part of the class we could. But that if we just wanted to check out a few guitars and go play them at the top of the stairwell...that would be fine. So we chose the latter. And that's how we started our mornings for a semester. It was an option that made everyone happy. I mean, looking back, I don't think ANYONE would have learned anything if we had been forced to actually participate with the other students...
I mean...look at us...
(http://truepunkmetal.blogspot.com/2007/05/sacrilege-demo-1985.html)


That's me on the far right with the headband.
Anyway...I'm glad I chose music.
It is a universal remedy with no solution.
Check out this article : http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/06/06/PKKO10UG7L.DTL&type=music

In a different way, I'm sure that bassist feels good about her choice, too.

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No he dih ent

Yes we can...

No he dih ent...

Yes he did...

No words