Wednesday, October 27, 2010




“Sex, Tattoos & Violence R Us” = An absolutely unrelated, multitudinous conglomeration of subjects all addressed in a single blog bit and tied together by absolutely nuttin’. (A.K.A. “Hodgepodge O’Nuttin”.)

My inflatable girlfriend - Ariel O. O’Airedale (an Irish airhead really; not much of a girlfriend, but she’s the only one I’ve got) - she insisted that I post a new installment of ‘Sex, Tattoos & Violence R Us’ because it’s been quite awhile since the last one. I didn’t really want to do it but, well, Ariel wears the pants in this relationhip and if I don’t accede to her wishes she’ll just keep barking (read: “bitching”) at me and hit me in the head with my own air pump the moment I turn my back on her.

You may wonder why I ever blow her up at all under these circumstances but… well… hell, sometimes a man gets lonely.
In the last major election, it was all about the Democrats chanting the mantra “Hope and Change”. This time it’s the Republicans chanting their version of the same thing: “Tea Party Candidates” and “Anti-Incumbency”.

Same crap, different year, different party.
Y’all crack me up. When are you going to figure out that no matter how many times you change the party in power the crap remains the same? Repugnantcans no good? Elect Dumb-O-Crats! Dumb-O-Crats no good? Elect Repugnantcans! How many times do you Americans need to play this game before you figure out that… BOTH Repugnantcans AND Dumb-O-Crats no good? Sheesh, even the dumbest hamster eventually figures out that the wheel’s turning but he ain’t goin’ nowhere!

Look, people, you don’t get to elect the real power players – those folks are groomed and appointed from behind the scenes, they're not elected. You only get to elect “the fall guys”. If that makes you feel better somehow, then go ahead and mark your X.

But I hereby guarantee every one of youz that more of the same is in America’s future, and it won’t make a bit of difference which of the two major political parties you put in power.

Speaking of Thomas Sowell . . .

Thomas Sowell said a very quotable thing. This comes from the latest issue of The New American magazine:

How to combat America’s problems? Stop doing what we’ve been doing. Thomas Sowell, an economist and political commentator, says everything the government did wrong in the past is being repeated and escalated. Case in point: “The recent so-called financial reform act left out Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac,” two institutions that brought on the housing bubble and led the way into recession.
In an interview appearing in Investor’s Business Daily, Sowell adds: “People ask me sometimes why politicians continue to make the same mistakes. Don’t they ever learn? And I reply, ‘They do learn! They learn that they can get away with it. That’s what they learn’.”

Back in April, when Arlee Bird was doing his ‘A To Z Blog Challenge’, I left a comment on some participant’s blog, and in doing so, I was required to type the ‘Verification Word’ to submit my comment. I can’t recall what that Verification Word was, but it so tickled me that I actually mentioned it in a postscript and I decided I would invent some meaning for it and begin using it. Unfortunately, I forgot what the word was and when I went back to relocate it, I was unable to find where I had posted it. I searched every single blog I could remember attaching a comment to, but I never did find it again. And I mean I spent a couple of WEEKS searching for that Lost Word.

Well, I decided that would never happen to me again, and shortly afterwards, I began collecting all of the better Verification Words I came across at while in the process of submitting blog comments. Sadly, I never again was given a Verification Word that I felt matched the wonderfulness of that Lost Word. But below is my collection of favorite Verification Words that I have collected since last April. Of course, none of these words mean anything – they’re just randomly thrown together letters by the blogspot computer system – but they all seem to me like they SHOULD have meanings attached. I just like the way they sound; and the first one - “jebocker” – sounds like a word my Pa made up and often used as an expletive. Oh, how many times I heard my Pa say from behind the wheel, “Come on, move it, ya jabroney!”

jebocker - mifie - curbiti - stermo - bolergar - redshe - stampoxi - phreti - liturva - spoteli - hingsomp - jewdays - demetax - waysizin - emotle - mingsi - equalysi - antiverg - muthref - expot - wingam - ellycart - unglyz - dinathr - ditypolf - inhomiz - locurri

OK, those were the best Verification Words I came across during my last seven months of blogging. Pick a word, any word, and use it in good health! C'mon, you know "ditypolf" deserves wide usage!

And speaking of words . . .

I’ll never forget the time my Pa and I went to Santa Monica Beach and gradually entered the water – gradually, because it was way too cold to do the usual, dash ‘n’ dive. But the moment that cold water reached my Pa’s… uhm… you know, most sensitive area, he yelled out, “Jacques O'Reilly!”

Now, that’s cold… AND funny.

And speaking futher of words . . .

In this blog’s last installment [‘Tyranny And Mvtation’], when I couldn’t come up with an appropriate word to describe something, I just invented one on the spot [“odduation”].

I surely don’t mean to boast but I feel that I do at times have a certain capacity for “wingin’ it”. When I desperately need one, I can often come up with a decent counterargument. For example, I recall the time I was in the midst of a debate with some typical liberal. When he wrote to me: “It seems that you can't take disagreement.”
I countered with: "I disagree."

I’ll admit it, I’m rather proud of that comeback, and it still tickles me all these years later.

Also, I recall a couple of Christmas Days ago when at my Sister’s house, I was talking with my brother Nappy and said to him, “Buck Dharma was the most underrated guitarist of the classic Hard Rock era.”
A teenaged friend of the family, standing nearby, overheard just the last part of that sentence and so he asked me, “Who did you say was the most underrated guitarist of the Hard Rock era?”
I repeated it, “Buck Dharma”.
“No he wasn’t”, the young man argued.
I immediately turned to my Brother and said, “You see what I mean?”

I also feel that I am occasionally able to come up with a decent one-liner. Some of my better ones are:

Life is too long to take crap from people.

I never drank to forget nor forgot to drink.

Why don’t you just be YOU so someone else doesn’t have to?

I would rather KNOW an unpleasant truth than BELIEVE a pleasant lie.

You can't reason with a person who forms their beliefs without reasoning.

Barack Obama promised us "Hope" and "Change" but he never said anything about "Honesty." Yes, he did mention "Transparency" but I could see right through that.

But if I have any talent at all, it might be the ability to make up words when I can’t think of the real, legitimate word I need, or when I feel there is a word void, I can fill it. More times than not, I forget my new words almost as quickly as they come to me, but a few of them have stood the test of time for me. The Stephen T. McCarthy’s 'One Man’s Dictionary’ includes these terms that I have used for some years now:

For my place of residence and my fellow citizens: Airheadzona and Airheadzonans.

For “Dead Drunk”: Liquidated.

For members of either the Republican or Democrat parties: Republocrats

For the current state of our economy: Our Eek!-conomy

For Barack Obama: USAP (It’s an acronym for “Undocumented Socialist Acting As President”).

For USAP’s fans: Obama-Rama-Lama-Ding-Dongs

However, one of my favorite words I ever came up with is “Incongrutiating”. Please allow me to give you a bit of the background story. [As I wrote to my friend Arlee Boid a little while ago…]

Years ago, when I had a blog at, I had an Internet friend named Aaron, whom I nicknamed A-DogG. A-DogG and I had a very unique relationship in that we seemed simpatico in many (although not all) ways. He regularly commented on my blog postings and we would get into these amazin' discussions that went on and on and on and on!
A-DogG had a very witty mind and a great ability for wordplay, and my blog posts became mere jumping off points for A-DogG and I to start "riffing", and not only did we have each other laughing but we had outside visitors laughing as well.
With A-DogG and myself, there was an abundance of long-running inside jokes (that anyone following over a period of time would come to understand). One of the many of them pertained to Robert Blake and his TV character "Baretta". Somehow or another (and always in some seemingly natural way) Blake or "Baretta" would find his way into our ongoing dialogues, and damn, it was FUNNY!
More than one person told me that although they really enjoyed my blog postings, what they liked best was watching where A-DogG and I would go with them from there. I had readers following the blog bits just for the amusement of seeing what A-DogG and I could turn them into. The wordplay was a gas, and the riffing was... well, you just had to be there. It was like watching Jimi Hendrix and Eddie Van Halen on Words. DAMN! DO I EVER MISS THOSE DAYS!

At any rate, one day I invented the word “Incongrutiating” (pronounced: In-con-GREW-she-ate–ing). Anytime you find yourself simultaneously doing two (or more) incongruous things, you are “incongrutiating”.

The day that word came to me, I used it in a written sentence during a comment section exchange with A-DogG. The next thing I knew, we were both coming up with multiple examples of “incongrutiating”. Sadly, when Amazon banned me from its website, they deleted all of my old comments, so my own examples of incongrutiating no longer exist. But I recently copied some of A-DogG’s examples for your amusement. Here’s my old buddy A-DogG on incongrutiating:
Incongrutiating: Listening to Michael Medved while reading "The Creature From Jekyll Island".
Incongrutiating: Watching ESPN while snacking in a
La-Z-Boy chair.

Then A-DogG expanded the term and gave us the 'xtreme' version of it:
Hyperincongrutiating: Reading Chomsky while listening to the Star-Spangled Banner.

And finally, he began to play with variations on that theme and came up with the antithesis of incongrutiating:
Nonincongrutiating (synonymous with Congrutiating):
Listening to U2 while reading The Struggles of Northern Ireland.
Listening to Pete Seeger while reading Chomsky (I think my head would explode!!).
Listening to "Born to Run" or "Eye of the Tiger" while watching Marcus Allen reverse field in the Super Bowl.

A-DogG was GREAT!

The reason I thought to post all this here is because my buddy DiscConnected reminded me of the word “incongrutiating” the other day when he gave me a compact disc containing the Bob Dylan song ‘Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues’ at the same time he gave me the John Birch Society magazine, ‘The New American’. Ha! That was a prime example of a person “incongrutiating”.

And speaking of Bob Dylan . . .

I’ve told y’all plenty times by now that I think Bob Dylan was a musical genius; and that unbeknownst to me at the time, his album ‘Bringing It All Back Home’ had a massive impact on me as a writer; and that I believe ‘It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)’ is his greatest of many great songs (and if you can’t remember all this, too bad; don’t blame me for your lousy memory).
But right now, I want to take a few moments to analyze the structure of Dylan’s greatest song.

You’ll note that most songwriters write verses that either do not rhyme at all, or else use a pretty simple rhyming scheme, something like 1/2/3/2 or 1/1/2/2. Maybe the more adventurous and ambitious songwriters might use rhymes or near-rhymes in a verse structured like 1/2/1/2. Or maybe even a longer verse that goes like 1/1/2/3/2. Now that last example would be considered pretty darn complex by normal songwriting standards.

But in Dylan’s song ‘It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)’ not only does he come up with brilliant lyrics – some that became slogans for his generation, such as “He not busy being born is busy dying” and “Money doesn’t talk, it swears” and “even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked” – but Dylan actually formatted these lyrics in the most complex, imaginative song structure I have ever come across. If any other songwriter has ever equalled this for inventiveness, I am totally unaware of it.

You know how when a line of lyric comes to an end and the last word is a rhyme or near-rhyme, that word seems to “fit into a slot” designed for it? Kind of like a jigsaw puzzle piece that completes the picture on a puzzle? There’s a kind of “Ahhh” moment, or sense of being satisfied when that last rhyming word in a verse or chorus takes it’s place to fulfill the build-up to it, right? You know what I’m talking about - it’s as if that last rhyming word fully satisfies an itch on your back that you needed to address.

But in Dylan’s true masterpiece, he turns normal rhyming schemes upside down, and rather than concluding each verse with a word that rhymes, he has every single line in each verse end with a rhyme or a near-rhyme EXCEPT for the last word of the last line in the verse. In other words, he totally reverses the standard approach.

Below are three example verses I took from 'It's Alright, Ma’. All of the verses are comprised of five or six lines and the rhyming pattern goes like this: 1/1/1/1/1/2

Read them and see:

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in

Aside from the philosophically intriguing ideas being creatively conveyed in these verses, note how the last word in the last line of each verse actually works like a final rhyming word would in most other songs. Because the last word is the only one that DOES NOT RHYME (or near-rhyme) with the others, it feels - it seems - it “sounds” - as if that is the word that brings the verse to a satisfying conclusion in a rhyming way. Do I make myself clear? In the verse above, it is that last word “in” that gives your ear the "impression" of rhyming solely because it is the one word that DOESN’T actually rhyme with all the others. It creates a kind of aural illusion.
That final non-rhyming word in each verse seems as if it’s fitting into a slot designed for it as the conclusion of the idea’s pattern, but in truth, Dylan could have used ANY non-rhyming word at the end of each verse, and regardless of whatever word he chose to use it would have equally given the impression that it was the “perfect” word to end with.

This is an amazing trick that Dylan devised; I am unaware of any other song structure that even remotely resembles this. (If anyone else is aware of a similar rhyming structure in song, please let me know.)

If you still don’t get what I’m driving at here, then please click on the YouTube link below, listen to the entire song, and see if you aren’t left with the “impression” that every verse ends with a rhyming word, even though the fact is that each verse ends with the only NON-RHYMING word. I trust you’ll hear what I’m writing.

Click here and listen: It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

[No need to take notes; there will be tasting but no testing.]

As I’ve told y’all before, when my Pa passed away, he didn’t leave me a fortune in money, nor did he bequeath to me his good name (it ain’t that good!), however, I did inherit his truck and (most importantly) his book. Yeah, he only had one book but it’s a great one:
Perhaps the most valuable chapter in this 1969 book is ‘#6 – Bourbon Whiskey’. Herein we find some of the things about this important beverage that few Americans know.

Bourbon, America’s great whiskey, is the product of a craft and tradition dating back nearly 200 years. Its productiion calls for a wedding of golden corn with infusions of other rich grains, all of which have flourished in this country since its colonization.

The world’s finest whiskey is made with limestone water found in Nelson County, Kentucky!

Limestone water, usually given as an essential in the production of Bourbon, has been credited with nearly every virtue. According to various reports, it is responsible for the courage of Kentucky’s Colonels, the beauty of its women, the speed of its horses and even the eloquence of its politicians.

There is no question that the finest Bourbon whiskeys are produced in the state of Kentucky. A small cluster of distilleries located in and around Bardstown, Kentucky, produce the finest bourbon whiskeys in America.

Most sadly, it has recently come to my attention that perhaps Bourbon is no longer being produced in Nelson County, Kentucky. The following comes from the Wikipedia site:

On November 7, 1996, Heaven Hill's production plant was almost completely destroyed by fire. Several of the company's warehouses were destroyed, and over 90,000 gallons of alcohol lost. The company survived the next several years through the provision of production capacity by its fellow local bourbon labels, Brown-Forman and Jim Beam, until its purchase and adaptation of the new Heaven Hill Bernheim distillery in Louisville. While fermenting, mashing, and distilling occurs at the new distillery, aging, bottling, and shipping still occur in Bardstown.

Note that the distilling is now done in Louisville, outside of Nelson County. (Is it any wonder that my Pa chose the year 1996 to check out of this lifetime? I think he foresaw that there was no reason to go on living.)
Evan Williams is a good example of what I’m yakking about. This Bourbon was once made in Bardstown, Nelson County, but a close examination of the label now shows that it is bottled in Bardstown, but you won’t find it saying it was distilled in Bardstown. Is this somewhat deceptive advertising? I thinks so.

Evidently some of the so-called “bourbon experts” don’t think the distilling location change matters. Check out these tasting notes for the 1997 - '98 Evan Williams Vintage Bourbon:
“…The first sniffs detect pleasing aromas of pineapple, oak, and saddle leather; seven more minutes of aeration bring about added scents of toasted marshmallow, honey-wheat toast, and cherry. The palate entry is firm, spirity, properly oily, and leathery; at the midpalate juncture, the biscuity/honeyed flavor profile begins to remind me of the glory days of this series… Finishes oily, slightly sherried, honey-like, pear-like, luscious, and nutty…Highly Recommended
~ F. Paul Pacult - Spirit Journal
Hokey-Smoke! Who does this guy F. Paul Pacult think he is, Frasier Crane?! I mean, hey, I like my Bourbon as well as does the next guy, but when I sip it, all I taste is "whiskey", and then I get drunk.

Well, anyway, the three greatest things this country ever produced were Bourbon, The Blues, and Louis Armstrong. And sadly, it now seems that two out of three are gone (and The Blues is in sad shape, if you axe me). If anyone has happy news to the contrary about this Nelson County Bourbon problem, please be sure to notify me.

And speaking of my Pa’s truck . . .

Sure, I’ve pimped my ride (that is, my Pa's old truck), but I’ve had to do it ultra-low budget-like. But if you’re ever driving the mean streets of Phoenix, Airheadzona, and see a truck with these things in the cab . . .
[A cowboy outlaw - made in England - sits atop my steering column.]
[Meditatin' Rafiki attempts to conjure up some gasoline.]
[BATMAN: “Quick! To the Batbathtub!”]
. . . Then be sure to run me off the road and introduce yerself.
Just last week, a good ol’ friend of mine Emailed me some photographs he had gotten from someone else. I was in a couple of the photos – I don’t know who took them and I had never seen them before – but these suckers are OLD!

That first one (below) was taken on the set of ‘Happy Days’ probably in 1978, the year after Fonzie “jumped the shark”. That’s me out-of-focus in the background taking notes. I don’t recall the story now, but Fonzie was probably giving us pointers on how to pick up girls, or something equally silly.
[STMcC in center. Lookin' pretty young there, boy!]
Here’s a second one of me, possibly backstage on the ‘Happy Days’ set, although I’m far from certain of that:
These pictures got me to thinking about how quite awhile back, my brother Nappy and I were discussing shows that “jumped the shark”. That term, if you don’t already know, is used to describe the first moment or the first episode in which a TV series began it’s decline in quality. It can also be applied to Rock ‘N’ Roll bands, or cartoon strips, you name it – but it was initially a judgment against 'Happy Days' and then later applied to all TV shows. In 1977, an episode of ‘Happy Days’ had Fonzie water skiing (in his black leather jacket no less) where, in danger of landing in an area containing a man-eating shark, he manages to successfully jump over it. STOOO-PID!

So, I told brother Nappy that long before I had ever heard the phrase “jump the shark” I had come to the conclusion that for most TV shows, the episode when they "jump the shark" (or, in other words, display the fact that they’ve run out of good storylines) is when the protagonists go to Hollywood, or when some celebrity plays himself or herself on an episode. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen this, but after awhile I began to notice the Hollywood/Celebrity pattern that indicated a TV series was exhausted.

Nappy laughed and pointed out to me that the very episode in which Fonzie jumped the shark also was an episode in which the Cunningham family, along with their friends and Fonzie, had gone to Hollywood. Doh! That’s right! That’s why Fonzie was even in a position to jump the shark – they were at the Pacific Ocean! That hadn’t even occurred to me, but it just goes to prove my point. ‘Happy Days’ didn’t “jump the shark” when Fonzie jumped the shark; ‘Happy Days’ “jumped the shark” when it was first announced that the show’s characters were going out West to Hollywood! (Although, personally, I think ‘Happy Days’ was a shark-jumper from episode one, but…)

My all-time favorite TV series is ‘The Andy Griffith Show’ (TAGS). After five seasons, Don Knotts (“Barney Fife”) left the show, and in season six, TAGS switched from black and white to color. It also began its obvious decline in quality at that point. Is it any coincidence that it was also early in season six that Andy Taylor and his family went to Hollywood? No Barney Fife? Quick! What do we do? “I know,” says the desperate writer, “Let’s have the Taylor’s make a trip to Hollywood.”

For a TV show, it’s the kiss of death, I tell ya!

Now, I’ll admit, there are exceptions to my rule of thumb (there’s an exception to every rule, isn’t there?), but by and large, I think my observation holds up. True, Dr. Joyce Brothers and Dr. Phil each played themself on the show ‘Frasier’ and yet the ‘Frasier’ series never jumped the shark. Yes, Sammy Davis Junior played himself in the second season of ‘All In The Family’ and it would be a few years yet before that show jumped the shark. And what do we do about a show like ‘The Beverly Hillbillies’ which actually starts out with the main characters already in Hollywood? (Well, close enough – it’s a five minute drive from Beverly Hills to Hollywood.) But start paying attention and see if my theory doesn’t hold up pretty well.

Since I’ve been reminiscing here, check out this also recently discovered picture of my brother, Nappy, with Michael J. Fox on the set of ‘Back To The Future’.
Speaking of Brother Nappy . . .
Nappy and I were recently laughing about this. Independent of each other, we’ve both discovered that there are three things you can count on 95% of all Americans to say, and each American who says it believes that he or she is saying something that pretty uniquely applies to themselves:
1) Cigarette smoke irritates my sinuses.
2) Aspirin irritates my stomach.
3) I’m addicted to chocolate – I’m a “chocoholic”.
Ahh, yeah, you people are just SOOOooooo unique!

Turning briefly to The Sports Section . . .

I noticed in the Wednesday, October 27th edition of ‘The Airheadzona Repugnant’, under the category “Today On Radio” it said: “MLB: World Series (Game 1) – Rangers at Giants, joined in progress, 6 p.m., 620 AM”

620 AM is KTAR, a local Sports Talk radio station and ESPN affiliate. Weekdays from 2 to 6 is the sports talk program of Dumbo And Ass… er, I mean, Gambo And Ash. Phoenix is just a wide spot in the desert pretending to be cosmopolitan, and here, our Airheadzona radio programmers evidently think it’s more important to carry Gambo And Ash yakking about sports in general until six o’clock, and pick up the Game 1 World Series broadcast in progress after their regularly scheduled sports yak program concludes... when the game is already in the third inning and the score is Rangers 2, Giants 0. Only in Airheadzona, I tell ya! The only station to carry the World Series in the Phoenix area, and they give precedence to two local yokels.

If you’re thinking about moving to Airheadzona, do yourself a favor: DON’T!

In the same sports section of the same newspaper on the same day, we find Bob Young of ‘The Heat Index’ has written:

Praise Breesus! New Orleans savior Brees has seen his passer rating slide from 109.6 last season, to 91.4 on your quarterback dial. That’s like down with the jazz stations.

Now, I’ll admit, that’s a pretty clever line. The only problem with it is that here in “cosmopolitan” Phoenix we don’t have Jazz stations, unless you’re counting KYOT, our Jazz-lite Kenny G-string station (and I’m NOT counting it). Well, there is the NPR station that plays Jazz after the sun goes down, but unlike a Big League city, like say a Los Angeles or a New York, Phoenix doesn’t have a 24/7 Jazz/Blues station. But then why should we? We’re really just a wide spot in the desert pretending to be wearing big boys britches.

One final sports observation . . .

Earlier this week, Darnell Dockett, defensive lineman for the Airheadzona Cardinals, was quoted in the sports section as having said:

I don’t think we’ve arrived or anything.

You don’t think? Well, considering that y’all have a record of 3 and 3, and are getting your azzes royally kicked on a pretty regular basis, yeah, I guess you're right, you haven’t “arrived or anything”.

Dockett continues:

We’re just going to stay humble and try to get better every day.

Gonna stay humble, eh, Darnell? What on Earth would you Cardinals have to be conceited about? Don't worry, Darnell, I'm pretty sure that if your egos start to rebel without a cause, any number of NFL teams will quickly re-humble you guys.
Sheesh! Do these athletes ever listen to themselves?

OK, speaking of John F. Kennedy . . .

In a recent Email I sent to my new friend with the pseudonym “Charts And Grafs” I wrote this:

I have read a couple of books and some articles on the Kennedy assassination, and it was so strange: that was the only subject I have ever studied in which the more I learned the more confused and uncertain I became. I have also seen a few documentaries on the subject. I finally reached the conclusion that I would never really feel I knew what had happened with JFK. And last year, after I had given up all hope of greater understanding, I finally viewed a documentary that “felt right”. It may have been the most clarifying look at the Kennedy assassination I have yet discovered . . . if it’s true. Ha!

In case anyone’s interested, that two-hour documentary is called SPOOKS, HOODS, AND THE HIDDEN ELITE. It can be purchased at G. Edward Griffin’s ‘Reality Zone’ site, but it seems the entire thing may also be available for free viewing online. (Try “Googling” it.)
Here’s Reality Zone’s description of the program:

This is the confession, made eight days before his death, of a man who worked in the joint service of organized crime and the CIA. Chauncey Holt tells why the Mob and the CIA wanted JFK dead and how they carried out his assassination. One of Holt’s assignments was to create false ID papers for Lee Harvey Oswald who he knew as a CIA undercover agent posing as a Castro supporter. Holt reveals that there were several shooters, but Oswald wasn’t one of them. He was set up to take the blame and draw attention away from the real assassination team.
And speaking of the Mob . . .
Not far from where I work is a typical Airheadzona strip mall. For about a month now - I kid you not, about 4 weeks - there has been a gutted car parked in front of a tattoo parlor and it has not moved. I see it on my way to work in the afternoons, I see it there all by its lonesome in the parking lot after midnight when I'm driving home from work, and I see it there on weekends. Any time of day or night, 7 days a week, that car is in the same conspicuous spot in the parking lot.
This car has obviously been stolen and abandoned or else just abandoned. There is an oil slick underneath it now and I saw the driver's side door ajar a few nights ago. I've also seen cops parked in this lot at night. Wouldn't you think that by now one of our dedicated "protecting and serving" boys or chicks in blue would have had this car towed?
One day last week, I also saw a grocery cart lying on its side in the far right lane of a freeway onramp. It remained there for over 24 hours until finally moved off the side of the roadway. This was in a very high-traffic area, and I can guarantee you that in that 24+ hour period, there had to have been at least six cops drive past that cart, as well as three or more Highway Patrol characters. It took 24+ hours for someone to move it... and whoever moved it may not have even been a public "servant".
Of course, none of this surprises me because I know only too well that people don't become cops because they want to move grocery carts out of the road and have abandoned cars towed. They become cops because they want to be involved in high-speed chases and kick front doors down.
The next time a proposition on your ballot is asking you to tax yourself even deeper in order to put more cops on the street, remember these things and... "Just vote NO!"
A bit of advice: Don’t kill the family dog by shooting its fleas.

And speaking of families . . .

Have any of you noticed that by capping the number of profane words I’m willing to use in any one blog installment at “lots and lots”, I have managed to create a more family-friendly blog? Please spread the word. (No! Not that word! Sheesh!)

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  1. Now Stephen, if you'd stop listening to Supertramp (yeah-I caught the reference) you'd realize that the inflatable girlfriend being behind you may be the root of your lady problems...

    I've been turned down by inflatable women, imaginary women...heck, I called the Suicide Hot Line and they put me on hold!



    The "Jump The Shark" episode aired in September 1977, yet the show aired for another six seasons.

    That's why I always think it was in the early eighties.

    Did the teenage kid even know who Buck Dharma is? Or for that matter, when the "Classic Hard Rock Era" was?

    And what did Nappy think?

    I think Todd Rundgren and Peter Frampton were pretty underrated as well.

    Mike Campbell (Tom Petty) may not even have been rated.

  3. Sheesh, McDogg!

    Enough about the Dylan CD and The New American.

    It's been almost two weeks!

    Remind me to never give you a free Dylan CD, ya ingrate!


  4. Criminy crumbcakes! I feel like a kid who's come to your door on Halloween and you dumped the whole damn candy dish into my plastic pumpkin. Then when I get home I find it wasn't all just candy, but also popcorn balls and apples and bars of soap and cans of tuna fish. That's a lot to digest there and I don't even know where to begin. I appreciate the effort.

    Tossing It Out

    >>...the inflatable girlfriend being behind you may be the root of your lady problems...

    Look, man, I don't argue with this chick. When she tells me to get down on all fours and squeal like a pig, I do it!

    >>...heck, I called the Suicide Hot Line and they put me on hold!

    You don't get no respect, do you?

    >>...Did the teenage kid even know who Buck Dharma is? Or for that matter, when the "Classic Hard Rock Era" was?

    Yeah, I think he probably knew who Buck was. He's pretty interested in music and seems to have an uncommon interest in our generation's tunes. But I think he was more interested in disagreeing with me than he was in having a genuine discussion about it because he didn't offer up any alternatives to my Buck Dharma choice.

    And what did Nappy think?

    Nappy only thinks what I tell him to think, and I only tell him to think what Ariel tells me to tell him to think.

    >>...I think Todd Rundgren and Peter Frampton were pretty underrated as well.

    Mmmm...aybe. But for a couple of different reasons I wouldn't trade my Buck Dharma choice for either one of them.

    You're the Todd expert, not me, but based on everything I've heard, I would pretty much classify both Rundgren and Frampton as competent professional guitarists but not especially innovative or imaginative. And in fact, I would similarly classify the pre-"Agents Of Fortune" Buck Dharma.

    But after BOC changed their approach to music and began to streamline their tunes and concentrate less on jamming and more on tightly structured songs with harmonies and tempo changes, I think Buck moved out of the Page/Blackmore Axe School Of "Pointless Notes And Lots Of 'Em", and began to view his guitar more as a tool for adding textures and colors to a song.

    Yeah, he could still whip out blazing solos with the best of them when he chose to ("I Am The Storm"), but now he was thinking more in terms of shadings and atmosphere. (I'm not quoting him or anything, just stating what my ears told me.) In a song like "Godzilla", he let his guitar become the spitting high tension wires that are pulled down by the monster, and his licks became much more imaginative ("Searching For Celine") and melodic ("Moon Crazy"). I think, more than any other guitarist from that genre, Buck began using his guitar to create appropriate moods for the song settings, rather than just approaching each song as an excuse for loud, pointless, long-winded solos.

    After all these years, I still find his later playing very interesting, whereas I listen to a Frampton or Page or Blackmore and think: Eh. Just another fast guitar solo.

    >>...Enough about the Dylan CD and The New American. It's been almost two weeks!

    What the hell! I've only mentioned it in two blog bits. Is there an unwritten rule in the blogosphere that one can mention a happening ONLY ONCE? If so, then - and ONLY then - I'm guilty as charged.

    >>...Remind me to never give you a free Dylan CD, ya ingrate

    And what happened to the clear plastic protective covering you promised to give me for it? If I'm not allowed to discuss it nor protect it, remind me to never take a free Dylan CD from ya again.

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'


    >>...Criminy crumbcakes! I feel like a kid who's come to your door on Halloween and you dumped the whole damn candy dish into my plastic pumpkin.

    Well, I was cleaning out my cupboard and you were the beneficiary.

    >>...Then when I get home I find it wasn't all just candy, but also popcorn balls and apples and bars of soap and cans of tuna fish.

    Well, heck, you ain't tellin' me nuttin' I don't already knowz. Shoot, I'm the one who said it first! Remember, the very first paragraph of this blog bit said this:

    “Sex, Tattoos & Violence R Us” = An absolutely unrelated, multitudinous conglomeration of subjects all addressed in a single blog bit and tied together by absolutely nuttin’. (A.K.A. “Hodgepodge O’Nuttin”.)

    I confessed my sins even before this mess got started. Ya don't need to toss 'em back in my face again at the end, for "criminy crumbcakes!"

    Glad ya liked it. - [?]

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'


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