Saturday, December 31, 2005

The Second 2005 MUTHA EFFA! Award Goes to:

Ben Stein! He was cute in Ferris Buehler, sorta entertaining as a game show host, but who knew this former Nixon employee was a screaming conservative d-bag? He can now be seen and heard issuing his particular form of tripe on CBS New Sunday Morning as well. See the title link for some of his retarded musings. So, Ben, Congrats on being the recipient of the second 2005 MUTHA EFFA! Award! You deserve it, you massive putz.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

This Just In - BBC NEWS | Christmas thief steals 'Nun Bun'

BBC NEWS | Americas | Christmas thief steals 'Nun Bun':

Apparently, this preserved cinnamon bun with the visage of Mother Teresa has been sitting on the top shelf of The Bongo Java coffee house in Nashville since 1997! Can you see the soon to be Saint?

And now it has been stolen! Suggestion to thief: It's 8 years old and shellac'd. You will want to dunk it in very hot coffee before ingesting. Enjoy!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Welcome to the First In a Series of the 2005 MUTHA EFFA! Awards!

The first recipient of the 2005 MUTHA EFFA! Award is the drooling conservative bimbo, Ann Coulter. She encompasses the true meaning of douche-bag. Mostly sensationalistic, partly puerile, and completely confused; she's a real gem! I look forward to more bile from her pouty pie-hole in 2006!!!

Monday, December 26, 2005

CBS News | Shoppers Hit Malls for Post-Holiday Sales - WGAFF!!!

This is a news item on every major wire feed and network news cast right now. Along with predictions and forecasts on how well or how badly the chains and huge retailers are doing with their bottom lines. At the risk of sounding grinch-like and a bit anti-establishment, but "WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK???" What does anyone (besides target and its shareholders) give one reindeer shit how well Target is doing for its bottom line? It seems like they report it in the news (usually the top story) so as to get the sympathy purchases out of American consumers, (and if you're not a consumer in the US, what the fuck are you anyway?) Creating a need to shop out of guilt to help out the poor little cute retailer's revenue stream. A guilt-trip with shopping! WTF? Fucking astonishing to me.

CBS News | Shoppers Hit Malls for Post-Holiday Sales

Saturday, December 24, 2005

What do Jewish People do at Xmas?

Phil Spector would be so proud...

Friday, December 23, 2005

You Dirty Dog



Elizabeth, you ROCK for sharing this... ENJOY!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

In Case you missed this abomination (Click Me)

I have to keep myself calm when diving into this subject. It encompasses a myriad of shit that exemplifies WHY I am so opposed to the teachings of the catholic church and WHY I [dislike very strongly] republicans. One of the things I was completely repulsed by was one Sunday back in September (?), when AB O'malley sent a letter to all the parishioners of the Boston archdiocese instructing and urging them to deliberately block and deny the civil rights of they're families, friends and neighbors by voting and petitioning against same sex marriage in Mass. What a great institution. So proud of my heritage.

Now, have you heard about THIS? Truly unbelievable! Right here in good old left wing Massachusetts. I signed this wine petition at the S&S in Dedham. I CANNOT remember if the petitioner pulled the switch on me by fraudulently obtaining my signature on a second sheet. The globe article suggests a way to know: here. The database is slow and I have still not gotten it working. I suspect today's Boston Globe article has brought their server down. Did you sign any petitions in the last six months? You should to check to see if your name is listed and if you were illegally mislead, you can print an affadavit and fax it in to be removed.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

You Sell-Out Mutha Effa!

Idiot seems to fit more than ever now. Johnny, say it ain't so. What are you gonna do with another 12 million? Take speech lessons to remove that gravel in your mealy little mouth?

You totally and utterly suck. You were, (I thought), true to your team. Ok, you did get us a WS win and it was awesome. But to go to the YANKEES negates all that in my book! That's the DOUBLE DEATH!!

In the words of Anne Frank; "Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart *AND* THE YANKEES SUCK AND NOW JOHNNY DAMON SUCKS!"


Thank Christ!! - Judge rules against teaching of 'intelligent design'

I know it'd be a lot more convenient to send your kid to one school instead of public school AND religion school. But, ahem. this is the United States of America and we separate church and state. Get it? Thats really the way its 'sposed to work, y'know. Where are you people from anyway?

"Intelligent design is carefully packaged to avoid any references to Genesis 1 and the biblical account of creationism, but it shares many similarities apart from that," Stephen J. Harvey, the lawyer representing the parents who sued the Dover school board, told CTV's Canada AM.

"It's essentially creationism with the words God, Bible and Genesis 1 left out. It draws upon the doctrine of special creation, the idea that life and living things were created abruptly out of clay."

Monday, December 19, 2005 For Bush, 9/11 justifies eavesdropping

George II was on his game today at the press conference (which PREEMPTED MARTHA STEWART, btw!). He was smoother and more eloquent than I've seen him. I still don't buy his rhetoric, but today it was quite clear that he surely does. If he could be this entertaining more often, I might just lay off him a little, (it *IS* the Yuletide, after all.) Flashback to 1941: Loose lips sink ships! Someone Talked! MMMmmm, nothin' like a little nostalgic american propaganda to make you feel all warm inside... For Bush, 9/11 justifies eavesdropping

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Arthur Rimbaud - Poems : Sun and Flesh

I think the time is nigh for some delectable Rimbaud. Absinthe anyone?

Sun and Flesh (Credo in Unam)

Birth of Venus


The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
Pours burning love on the delighted earth,
And when you lie down in the valley, you can smell
How the earth is nubile and very full-blooded ;
How its huge breast, heaved up by a soul,
Is, like God, made of love, and, like woman, of flesh,
And that it contains, big with sap and with sunlight,
The vast pullulation of all embryos !

And everything grows, and everything rises !

- O Venus, O Goddess !
I long for the days of antique youth,
Of lascivious satyrs, and animal fauns,
Gods who bit, mad with love, the bark of the boughs,
And among water-lilies kissed the Nymph with fair hair !
I long for the time when the sap of the world,
River water, the rose-coloured blood of green trees
Put into the veins of Pan a whole universe !
When the earth trembled, green,beneath his goat-feet ;
When, softly kissing the fair Syrinx, his lips formed
Under heaven the great hymn of love ;
When, standing on the plain, he heard round about him
Living Nature answer his call ;
When the silent trees cradling the singing bird,
Earth cradling mankind, and the whole blue Ocean,
And all living creatures loved, loved in God !

I long for the tile of great Cybele,
Who was said to travel, gigantically lovely,
In a great bronze chariot, through splendid cities ;
Her twin breasts poured, through the vast deeps,
The pure streams of infinite life.
Mankind sucked joyfully at her blessed nipple,
Like a small child playing on her knees.
- Because he was strong, Man was gentle and chaste.

Misfortune ! Now he says : I understand things,
And goes about with eyes shut and ears closed.
- And again, no more gods ! no more gods ! Man is King,
Man is God ! But the great faith is Love !
Oh ! if only man still drew sustenance from your nipple,
Great mother of gods and of men, Cybele ;
If only he had not forsaken immortal Astarte
Who long ago, rising in the tremendous brightness
Of blue waters, flower-flesh perfumed by the wave,
Showed her rosy navel, towards which the foam came snowing
And , being a goddess with the great conquering black eyes,
Made the nightingale sing in the woods and love in men's hearts !

The Birth of Venus


I believe ! I believe in you ! Divine mother,
Sea-born Aphrodite ! - Oh ! the path is bitter
Since the other God harnessed us to his cross ;
Flesh, Marble, Flower, Venus, in you I believe !
- yes, Man is sad and ugly, sad under the vast sky.
He possesses clothes, because he is no longer chaste,
Because he has defiled his proud, godlike head
And because he has bent, like an idol in the furnace,
His Olympian form towards base slaveries !
Yes, even after death, in the form of pale skeletons
He wishes to live and insult the original beauty !
- And the Idol in whom you placed such maidenhood,
Woman, in whom you rendered our clay divine,
So that Man might bring light into his poor soul
And slowly ascend, in unbounded love,
From the earthly prison to the beauty of day,
Woman no longer knows even how to be a Coutisan !
- It's a fine farce ! and the world snickers
At the sweet and sacred name of great Venus !


If only the times which have come and gone might come again !
- For Man is finished ! Man has played all the parts !
In the broad daylight, wearied with breaking idols
He will revive, free of all his gods,
And, since he is of heaven, he will scan the heavens !
The Ideal, that eternal, invincible thought, which is
All ; The living god within his fleshly clay,
Will rise, mount, burn beneath his brow !
An when you see him plumbing the whole horizon,
Despising old yokes, and free from all fear,
You will come and give him holy Redemption !
- Resplendent, radiant, from the bosom of the huge seas
You will rise up and give to the vast Universe
Infinite Love with its eternal smile !
The World will vibrate like an immense lyre
In the trembling of an infinite kiss !

- The World thirsts for love : you will come and slake its thirst.


O ! Man has raised his free, proud head !
And the sudden blaze of primordial beauty
Makes the god quiver in the altar of the flesh !
Happy in the present good, pale from the ill suffered,
Man wishes to plumb all depths, - and know all things ! Thought,
So long a jade, and for so long oppressed,
Springs from his forehead ! She will know Why !...
Let her but gallop free, and Man will find Faith !
- Why the blue silence, unfathomable space ?
Why the golden stars, teeming like sands ?
If one ascended forever, what would one see up there ?
Does a sheperd drive this enormous flock
Of worlds on a journey through this horror of space ?
And do all these worlds contained in the vast ether,
tremble at the tones of an eternal voice ?
- And Man, can he see ? can he say : I believe ?
Is the langage of thought anymore than a dream ?
If man is born so quickly, if life is so short
Whence does he come ? Does he sink into the deep Ocean
Of Germs, of Foetuses, of Embryos, to the bottom
of the huge Crucible where Nature the Mother
Will resuscitate him, a living creature,
To love in the rose and to grow in the corn ?...

We cannot know ! - We are weighed down
With a cloak of ignorance, hemmed in by chimaeras !
Men like apes, dropped from our mothers' wombs,
Our feeble reason hides the infinite from us !
We wish to perceive : - and Doubt punishes us !
Doubt, dismal bird, beat us down with its wing...
- And the horizon rushes away in endless flight !...


The vast heaven is open ! the mysteries lie deas
Before erect Man, who folds his strong arms
Among the vast splendour of abundant Nature !
He sings... and the woods sing, the river murmurs
A song full of happiness which rises towards the light !...
- it is Redemption ! it is love ! it is love !...



O splendour of flesh ! O ideal splendour !
O renewal of love, triumphal dawn
When, prostrating the Gods and the Heroes,
White Callipyge and little Eros
Covered with the snow of rose petals, will caress
Women and flowers beneath their lovely outstretched feet !
- O great Ariadne who pour out your tears
On the shore, as you see, out there on the waves,
The sail of Theseus flying white under the sun,
O sweet virgin child whom a night has broken,
Be silent ! On his golden chariot studded with black grapes,
Lysios, who has been drawn through Phrygian fields
By lascivious tigers and russet panthers,
Reddens the dark mosses along the blue rivers.
- Zeus, the Bull, cradles on his neck like a child
The nude body of Europa who throws her white arm
Round the God's muscular neck which shivers in the wave.
Slowly he turns his dreamy eye towards her ;
She, droops her pale flowerlike cheek
On the brow of Zeus ; her eyes are closed ; she is dying
In a divine kiss, and the murmuring waters
Strew the flowers of their golden foam on her hair.
- Between the oleander and the gaudy lotus tree
Slips amorously the great dreaming Swan
Enfloding Leda in the whiteness of his wing ;
- And while Cypris goes by, strangely beautiful,
And, arching the marvellous curves of her back,
Proudly displays the golden vision of her big breasts
And snowy belly embroidered with black moss,
- Hercules, Tamer of beasts, in his Strength,
Robes his huge body with the lion's skin as with glory
And faces the horizons, his brow terrible and sweet !

Vaguely lit by the summer moon,
Erect, naked, dreaming in her pallor of gold
Streaked by the heavy wave of her long blue hair,
In the shadowy glade whenre stars spring in the moss,
The Dryade gazes up at the silent sky...
- White Selene, timidly, lets her veil float,
Over the feet of beautiful Endymion,
And throws him a kiss in a pale beam...
- The Spring sobs far off in a long ectasy...
Ii is the nymph who dreams with one elbow on her urn,
Of the handsome white stripling her wave has pressed against.
- A soft wind of love has passed in the night,
And in the sacred woods, amid the standing hair of the greeat trees,
Erect in majesty, the shadowly Marbles,
The Gods, on whose brows the Bullfinch has his nest,
- the Gods listen to Men, and to the infinite World !

April 29, 1870

Translated by Oliver Bernard : Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)

Hong Kong WTO protests get NASTY

WTO meetings and the often violent protests that accompany them should be familiar to you by know. But, what, you ask, is so goddamn bad about the WORLD TRADE ORGANIZATION?

Well, see: 'What's Wrong with the WTO?'

Saturday, December 17, 2005


Lempicka is definitely my fave female artist. She was Polish and probably the definitive painter of Art Deco style. She died in 1980. I happened to find this print in a Home Goods of all places. Its a full size repro (oil on canvas). For 99 bucks!

St Sebastian d 287 (The Gay Saint)

St. Sebastian (d. 287)
Although he has had various embodiments throughout history--plague saint in the Middle Ages, shimmering youth of Apollonian beauty throughout the Renaissance, "decadent" androgyne in the late nineteenth century--Sebastian has long been known as the homosexual's saint.
Precisely when and how this role evolved may be related to details of St. Sebastian's life, the earliest reference to which can be found in the Martyrology of 354 A.D., which refers to him as a young nobleman from either Milan or Narbonne, whose official capacity was commander of a company of archers of the imperial bodyguard.
According to the Church's official Acta Sanctorum, Sebastian, serving under the emperors Diocletian and Maximian, came to the rescue of Christian soldiers, Marcellinus and Mark, and thereby confessed his own Christianity. Diocletian insisted that Sebastian be shot to death by his fellow archers; these orders were followed, and Sebastian was left for dead.
What is often neglected in later accounts is that Sebastian survived this initial attack after having been nursed by a "pious woman," Irene. Diocletian was required to order a second execution, and this time Sebastian was beaten to death by soldiers in the Hippodrome.
These details--based on accounts written centuries after Sebastian's death and therefore largely apocryphal--may have helped form Sebastian's subsequent reputation as a homosexual martyr since his story constitutes a kind of "coming out" tale followed by his survival of an execution that may be read symbolically as a penetration.
Possibly his role as a plague saint may have generated associations between Sebastian and what, in a nineteenth-century medical context, was represented as a disease, homosexuality.

In the Renaissance, Sebastian emerged as an extraordinarily popular subject for painters, perhaps rivaled only by Jesus and Mary; he was especially prized by artists who saw in the young saint a figure of Hellenic loveliness. Numerous painters--Tintoretto, Mantegna, Titian, Guido Reni, Giorgione, Perugino, Botticelli, Bazzi ("Il Sodoma")--recast Sebastian as a martyr beatifically receptive to his arrow-ridden fate.
There is some evidence to suggest that St. Sebastian fostered homoerotic implications in the Renaissance; in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night (1600), for example, the character of Sebastian, saved from a shipwreck by Antonio, is the intense focus of Antonio's love: "And to his image, which methought did promise / Most venerable worth, did I devotion."
So, da gays get a saint too? I wonder what Vatican city has to say about that? Fact is, gays and the church go way back. For example, what's all the fucking fuss over gay marriage, anyway? The church had honored same sex unions dating back to the 12th century. YES! See this.

The 4th Reich?

(umm, Click da Title)

Do you need any more concrete evidence that this administration has run astray of your Constitutional rights? This is yet another nail in the coffin of your rights to privacy. Get it? Its probably no coincidence that this story broke on the eve of the vote for extending the Patriot Act. Bi-partisan volleyball, anyone?

Friday, December 16, 2005


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I'm Just Waitin' on a Friend

Oh Damn! Are those Manolo Blahniks?

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In Keeping with the Season...

You have to love this. (click chewie, dude!)

Oh, and have I mentioned that I am fully against the judeo-christian ethic?

Salutations People of Earth

So, this is it. One big problem with starting my first blog: I hate to type.
But it has become abundantly apparent that I need a space to record my life, thoughts and ideas for all to critique, demonize, and even steal. But what the fuck? Oh and by the way, I intend to use as much profuckinfanity as possible.