AWPC's

Got two of them for you.

Me: We don't need no stinkin' supervisors!

And

Me Again: It can't be that tight and bouncy without a reason.

Gustave Flaubert

"The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois."

Random Thought

For a very long time now, I will look at my hands and not see bloody holes in my palms.

Where has all the stigmata gone?
Long time passing.
Where has all the stigmata gone?
Long time ago.

Holiday Music

There is one Christmas song that I absolutely, positively adore. The Pogues, Fairytale of New York from the album If I Should Fall From Grace With God. This song can actually bring tears to my eyes.

I Like Exclamation Points!

At least one would think so from my recent post titles.

I'll try to tone it down a bit. You know, raving and ranting in a more calm and controlled manner befitting a slave.

Feed the Revolution!

Government doesn't have any problems. Government IS the problem.

People argue up and down about what the founding fathers of the U.S. really intended. If you read up on each of them, you'll get a different answer every time. They couldn't agree on what exactly they wanted. None of us ever can. They did have one thing in common. They could recognize that the system they found themselves under the authority of was tyrannical and intolerable and they had the balls to do something about it.

By reading this post you have agreed to be placed on surveilance under the provisions of the U.S.A. Patriot Act.

They Live!

A big tattooed guy (well, smaller than me) was working the counter at the shop. New guy there. Arms covered in a mess of ill planned ink, much looking like stereotypical prison ink. He was talking with some gal sporting Bettie Page hair about a friend getting new boobs for Christmas. "Everybody agrees she has saggy, flappy boobs." And he was playing the Dead Milkmen, Big Lizard in my Backyard over the store stereo. And he was realy nice and apologized seemingly quite sincerely for me having to wait while he rung up a couple of other people.

Santa Claus is Coming!

As we now enter the longest night, let us each take time to offer up a sacrifice and invoke Santa, that he may appear in fiery red brilliance bringing with him the Sun.

Santa is the light bringer. Strangely, Lucifer is the light bringer as well. He was cast out of favor with Jehovah for giving light to man. Very similar to the Promtheus tale. I guess all those fundamentalist Christians were right. I wish I would have figured that out ages ago. This year I'm actually starting to like Christmas.

And those Christmas trees! Those magnificent Christmas trees in pine, so tall and erect and symbols of eternal life even in these, our darkest hours.

People everywhere sacrificing. They always spend a fortune on gifts and never get what they want out of it. Except the return of the Sun. That's sacrifice! Those milk and cookies that kids leave out for the Light Bringer? Yep, ritual sacrifice. An alien cultural observing this would find it an interesting twist on the Sunday Mass where WE consume to Christ's Mass, where the light bringer, he who was cast out of heaven, consumes the sacrament.

Happy solstice everyone. Santa is coming and he brings with him the Sun.

Hail unto Thee who art RA in thy rising. Even unto Thee who art RA in thy strength. Who travellest over the heavens in thy bark at the uprising of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendor at the prow and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the abodes of night!

Snow

We got snow and ice here in Portland. Not much. But it doesn't take much to turn this town upside down. Fear and Loathing on the highways.

Rejoice!

Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us.

Adult Material

For those wondering why when you try to view and/or purchase Black Whole Son you get a message saying, "This storefront contains content not viewable by your content access level," here's why.

It's adult material. To view and/or purchase it, you need to create an account on Lulu.com and set your content access level to 'mature'. Then you can see the book, the cover art, and even download a free preview selection.

Happy reading!

Public Enemy

So the Goddess and I were talking over burgers, milk shakes, and fries. A lot of people seem paranoid that the FBI might be tapping their phones and reading their mail. I laughed. I've known for years that the FBI has a huge file on me and likes to check in on the old phone lines and letters business every so often. It happens when you demand some of those things granted by the Consitution. But there, in the corner of the burger joint, it dawned on me;

Who else has been eaves dropping on me? Naval Intelligence has had complaints brought against it for far exceeding its bounds on domestic intelligence gathering. Then there's the Dept. of Homeland Security, they might want to know what I've been up to. Even the CIA has had its wrists slapped a few times for spying around in its own country. And what of local law enforcement? Nobody shares information with other departments. They all think that somehow the others have been infiltrated and will leak the goods to the 'enemy'. So while I used to sleep soundly knowing that the FBI was watching over me and my activities, now I just don't know. Maybe even the aliens are in on it. You can't trust those Doggies from Sirius.

The middle aged gentleman in the next booth wasn't looking too healthy by the time I got done ranting about all of this. I didn't mean to frighten him. I was just theorizing that maybe even the Discordians have super secret sleeper agents planted everywhere, waiting to pounce on the squares in the dark alleys of their minds.

Hooray!

Hooray for wild mood swings! That means life will get a lot more interesting for me. When I've got the big ball of chaos following me around, even ordinary events get a little english on them.

Why do people try to medicate this shit away? Until you see the blood stains on the wall, don't worry so much.

Magick

Thursday I did an Invocation of LIL. It has put me in a very strange head space for a few days now. Strange and wonderful. Playful. Ecstatic. Fantastic. Light. And I've had these wild swings from peaceful meditative budha with eyes unable to focus to large and in charge ego maniac who smiles at the 12 volumes on the book shelf dedicated to his favorite person, himself. But in both cases, I feel a lot of love. I go from loving myself to loving everyone. And while I can find fault with people, I can't find fault with individuals. People are strange. People do all kinds of statistically average things. Individuals can't do anything statistically average, and that's lovely.

I even love GW today. That man has provided us with an icon that surpasses Nixon. It was a damn difficult task, but he did it. Wow. Cheers on that.

That whole administration has taken paranoia and plotting so far beyond what people who lived through the Reagan nightmare could have imagined. Able to whimsically blow off behind the scenes scandals that make Bill Clinton's and JFK's affairs seem trite. Wow.

And those poor politicians who call themselves Democrats. Emperor Norton abolished both political parties during his reign as king way back when. And those poor Democrats are trying so hard to do the will of the people. But people want very strange statistically average things that most individuals don't want. But those Dems just keep right on trying. Way to stay the course. Kudos.

And here I am, alive and happy and acting freely despite all of this. I hope it doesn't bother them much. I know royal families in other countries don't often seem all that happy. This emperor feels pretty good right now. Maybe I have to. No castle, no crown, no jewels. Maybe I need to keep the positive energy up to compensate for the lack of physical manifestations of my status. If somebody wants to give me a castle or two I wouldn't say no. Preferably one with a siege tower so I can use it to drop gelatin products on 'invaders' like people selling satellite television or politicians.

What do you mean yesterday? I don't know what you're talking about.

And LIL didn't seem nearly as short as God. Not short at all.

SpaceTime

You were just imagining it. It never really happened.

You were just imagining it. It never really happened.

You were just imagining it. It never really happened.

Magick

I sent a friend a demon helper by the name of Buné. Absolsute success in my book. He is now richer than he was before. I love using magick to help my friends.

Red in the Neck

I've got one hell of an outfit on today and a mood to match.

I'm wearing my duck cloth Utilikilt, a black t-shirt (of course), a tattered red flannel shirt, my old suede rust colored Silverado cowboy hat (14 years in this hat), a green denim jacket, and my gigantic 30 hole steel toed 'WTF You Looking At?' shiny boots.

The whole thing is this weird punk/cowboy/grunge ensemble that's neither here nor there. Yet this weird combination has come together to create something uniquely and fantasticly 'me'. It pays to experiment with weird combinations.

So to fit that mood, I'm listening to the latest podcast from Bloodshot Records. Acts like Deadstring Brothers and Waco Brothers are really doing it for me right now. But it leaves me wondering why Bloodshot hasn't picked up Fluffers Union yet?

Women in the White House

Some say that Hillary Clinton is set to be the next President. I'm all for women in the White House. Hillary's husband is all for women in the White House as well.

Why is it that the older I get, the more national politics looks like those 'class president' popularity polls from high school? Did your class president ever represent you or your ideas?

Favorite Things

While there are plenty of things in life that make it a wonderful experience, there is one thing that I love and plenty of other people love that so rarely gets mentioned. Warm clothes fresh out of the dryer always feel great. On a cold day, especially so. Even on a hot day they can feel good. I've worn line dried clothes. Even when they've been hanging in the sun, soaking up the rays, it just can't beat clothes fresh out of the dryer.

Difference of Opinion

Recently Knight of Pan and I had a heated debate over Stan 'Tookie' Williams specifically and the death penalty in general. As brothers fight ye!

Both of us have really strong opinions on the matter and we don't see eye to eye on it. But I want to thank him personally and publicly for an excellent discussion of the matter. It's this kind of discourse that I find the most refreshing. Of course, that's why I've always liked Knight of Pan.

A co-worker recently took offense to the fact that while we had many similar musical tastes, I didn't enjoy listening to Van Morrison. She was determined that somehow I had made an error of judgment. Explaining that I loved many bands that she had never even heard of didn't seem to patch over this rough spot.

When isirkus and I went to see the opening of Maybe Logic with a special Q&A with Robert Anton Wilson, a member of the audience questioned how he could like light classical but not contemporary jazz. Somehow the questioner felt that the author not liking jazz was a mistake that could and should be corrected.

As people, we won't always agree on things. Quite often we can't even agree to disagree. Somehow knowing that someone you love doesn't share the same world view as yourself seems 'wrong'. I have yet to find a single individual that will agree with me 100% of the time. We all have our differences. If I could have one trait in common with the rest of humanity, it would be the understanding that while we are all more alike than different, we are still all different from each other. Don't take it so personally.

And thanks to Hayduke for watching and commenting on the whole affair.