Monday, August 30, 2010

"Obama's New Ride", amored SUV protects Prez.


As you may have noticed I'm dealing with a lot of Rage lately. Hang on we'll be through it soon.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

"H.M.S. Thunder Child"

“...A vast iron bulk like the blade of a plough tore through the water, tossing it on either side in huge waves of foam leaped towards the steamer. Big iron upperworks rose out of this headlong structure, and from that twin funnels projected and spat a smoking blast shot with fire.

It was the torpedo ram, ”Thunder Child“, steaming headlong, coming to the rescue of the threatened shipping. The ”Thunder Child“ fired no gun, but simply drove full speed towards them.

It was probably her not firing that enabled her to get so near the enemy as she did. Martians did not know what to make of her. One shell, and they would have sent her to the bottom forthwith with the Heat-Ray.

Suddenly the foremost Martian lowered his tube and discharged a canister of the black gas at the ironclad. It hit her larboard side and glanced off in an inky jet that rolled away to seaward, an unfolding torrent of Black Smoke, from which the ironclad drove clear.

Another Martian raised the camera-like generator of the Heat-Ray. He held it pointing obliquely downward, and a bank of steam sprang from the water at its touch. It must have driven through the iron of the ship’s side like a white-hot iron rod through paper.

A flicker of flame went up through the rising steam, and then the Martian reeled and staggered.

In another moment he was cut down, and a great body of water and steam shot high in the air. The guns of the ”Thunder Child“ sounded through the reek, going off one after the other....”

H.G Wells "War of the Worlds" (1898)

(Click on painting to enlarge.)

Friday, August 27, 2010

"Hounds of Hell"

So they're finding mass graves in Mexico. I don't know how many,..a bunch.

Folks trying to get up here for a better life are being slaughtered by the drug cartels. This because they won't play ball. Carry drugs across the border or pay all they have to the gangs for the trip.

Shit I can't even think straight anymore. It don't help that I've been up for a few daze.

I should shut this blog thing down. Nothing, but bad news, and my mood swings. This age of Obama crap turned out to be a frigg'n nightmare. I might as well have stayed home election day.

We're basically fucked.

It ain't his fault really. 'Nobody' can fix this shit. We're sliding into a Dark Age, and that's all there is to it.

All I wanna do is win the Lotto, and build an fortified underground bunker somewhere.

I'll just watch tv, and eat Chinese take out till the the moon turns to blood, the stars fall from the sky the Earths gapes, and the Hounds of Hell pour forth to lay waste the surface of the world.

Well that or get better meds.

"Blood'n Guts"

The above is some photo shopped commie propaganda, but it's still true. The climate of fear, instability, and confusion is tearing the Heart out of our country. Police abuse, organized racism, political inertia, and just plain bad vibes are freaking us all out.

What the fuck is wrong with us?

Is driving on U.S. highways a capital offense now? (See lifted news piece below.)

It's the evil little things that keep happening. Folks getting beat up, shot or stabbed over race, religion or orientation. Cops abusing their power, and trust by entrapping, falsely busting or just beat'n the crap out'a ya for the hell of it.

That, and last month another 100,000+ more American families lost their homes. This month may top that.

Hell of a stew.

Innocent people are routinely having guns pulled on them, getting tazered, slugged, and falsely arrested all over the country. As I say it's the out of control fear factor, and general xenophobia of this brutal era.

This below lifted from

When police arrested Anthony Graber for speeding on his motorbike, the 25-year-old probably did not see himself as an advocate for police accountability in the age of new media.

But Graber, a sergeant with the Maryland Air National Guard, is now facing 16 years in prison, not for dangerous driving, but for a Youtube video he posted after receiving a speeding ticket.

The video, filmed with a camera mounted on Graber's motorcycle helmet designed to record biking stunts rather than police abuse, shows a plain clothes officer jumping out of an unmarked car and pointing a pistol at the motorcyclist.

It does not portray the policeman in a positive light.

After he posted the video on Youtube, police raided Graber's home, seized computers and put him in jail.

"The case is critical to the protection of democracy because I don't think you can have a free country in which public officials are able to criminally prosecute people who film what they are doing," David Rocah, a lawyer with the American Civil Liberties Union in Maryland who is representing Graber, said.

Even though he had never been arrested before, Graber could face 16 years in jail.

"This is about shielding the policeman, a public servant, from journalistic scrutiny," Steve Rendall, a media analyst with Freedom and Accuracy in Reporting (FAIR), told Al Jazeera.

(If he were Black or Brown he'd have been tazered. He'd probably be dead now.)

Thursday, August 26, 2010

"Cool Winds"

For all of July, and a chunk of August it was basically a zillion degrees, and humid as you can see by Babie's kitchen thermometer. Well you can imagine my surprise, and disorientation when I woke up to a strange sensation.

My heavens what could it be?

Ah I remember! It's cool! It's not 100f degrees, and there's Barbie,..well one of them below to prove it. Yeah okay it's a small matter, but still important.

Keep it coming Canada!

That's where all our cool winds come from. It flat Earth from the Emerald City to the Arctic Circle. Not a serious a mountain or hill to block the change of seasons. High time too.

Schools are opening soon. This brings back post traumatic nightmares of my youth. I didn't get raped, but I has the living crap beat out of my by disturbed nuns. More on my other blog "Royal Republic",..see link.

Drive carefully the little rug rats are going back to school, and wandering into the streets. Especially from between cars.

See robot nun below. The ones I dealt with were much larger, but they got the same size hearts.

"Holy Bleep!"

Sez Führer,..."Ya Shit'n Me"


(Stunned Hitler get the News.)

You ain't gonna believe this gang. No I mean besides them maniacs hijacking that bus in midtown. Turns out Hitler, him fer Christ's sakes. That guy the frigg'n paper hanger that General Patton was gonna shoot with his pearl handled .45 when he got to Berlin.

The Great Satan, the Supreme Bastard, Killer Fuck'n Kane Himself!

Turns out he's a Black Jew!

Who Knew!

I live in a Orthodox Jewish/Mexican/Black 'hood. Good grief this explains all the scream'n, and holler'n, and why everybody, except maybe the Mexicans, was running around wrenting their garments.

Talk about a surprise in the woodpile!

This is up there with my finding out I have Confederate ancestors! Frigg'n Stewart's no less,..yeah 'that' Stewart!

Sez the Newz:

"The results of this study are surprising," said Ronny Decorte, a geneticist interviewed by Knack. "Hitler would not have been happy."

Ya think,..understatement of the century!

More lifted Newz:

"It appears that Adolf Hitler wasn't so Aryan after all."

(Smirks Stalin from Hell, "I knew it all along")

"After driving toward domination by the "master race" -- first targeting the disabled, then Jews, Roma, etc. -- DNA tests on Hitler's relatives indicate that the madman behind World War II and the Holocaust is likely descended from Jews and Africans."

Wow, can news of his Space Alien connection be far behind!

(Hitler meets Space Aliens at Peenemünde 1943.)

"Adolf Hitler likely had Jewish and African relatives, according to DNA tests conducted on nearly 40 living relatives."

"The report comes from the Belgium magazine, Knack, which says it obtained saliva samples after tracking down 39 relatives from throughout Europe, as well as in America."

"One can from this postulate that Hitler was related to people whom he despised,"

A chromosome called Haplogroup E1b1b1 which showed up in their samples is rare in Western Europe and is most commonly found in the Berbers of Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia, as well as among Ashkenazi and Sephardic Jews.


Haplogroup E1b1b1, which accounts for approximately 18 to 20 per cent of Ashkenazi and 8.6 per cent to 30 per cent of Sephardic Y-chromosomes, appears to be one of the major founding lineages of the Jewish population.

"Knack, which published the findings, says the DNA was tested under stringent laboratory conditions."

"The affair is fascinating if one compares it with the conception of the world of the Nazis, in which race and blood was central.

"Hitler's concern over his descent was not unjustified. He was apparently 'not' "pure" or ‘Ayran’."

'Goes to show,..if ya lives long enough you'll see everything.

Monday, August 23, 2010

"Guest Editorial"

"The Truth about my so-called pal Tinkerbell"

Jeez Sid, hadn't you heard about Tinkerbell?

When the Radical Iranians seized the U.S. Embassy in Tehran back in 1978, they found thousands of duplicate C.I.A. files on microfilm which had been stored in the Embassy, because as President Nixon put it,...

"The Shah is our kind of guy, and we can count on him keeping the Persian Gulf region under control forever."

Anyway, the Radi-Iranis reproduced the microfilmed files and circulated them to all the intelligence agencies in the First, Second and Third Worlds.

According to Tink's files, circulated by Khomeini's bully boys, old Walt Disney paid her extra monies from his off shore accounts to secretly report to him on the activities of the Lost Boys and Peter Pan.

The files on Peter Pan, aka Lt. Col. Ralph Greenbaum USMC weren't found in Iran. They, and the data on many of the 20th century's greatest secrets,..the Kennedy hits, Roswell, what, and who the astronauts found on the moon, and why we'll 'never' go back.

That, and the secret Roosevelt/Hitler/Vatican Treaty etc., are believed housed in the Disney Orlando facility.

I can say no more. Reporters have been disappeared for less than what has here been revealed.

Walt worried that the Lost Boys were radical liberal "New Dealers" or even socialists.

This because they had been homeless political activists when he got them under contract, and had made them live in company housing. Various revolutionary political tracts. Some advocating racial, and sexual justice circulated on the Disney lot were traced back to the Boys.

This did not make the Boss of the Mouse Factory happy.

When the House Un-American Activities Committee began its hearings in the 1950s which produced the Hollywood Blacklist of Commies, old Tinkerbell provided Chairman Martin Dies and H.U.A.C. with names, letters, diaries, information on meetings attended, and all sorts of incriminating stuff the "Boys" was up to.

The C.I.A. file also revealed that Tinkerbell received about 10% of the stock in the Disney Studio's by 'NOT' being entirely truthful with H.U.A.C.

Certain accounting ledgers, bank statements and correspondence that showed Walt Disney had been a silent partner in Lyric International Productions which made "art films" that 'could' be of interest to a certain variety scout masters.


All in all, Tinkerbell has always had a lot to be cheerful about. And arguably, she is even something of a humanitarian. This because ever since the Lost Boys yacht mysteriously exploded and sank off Baja California killing most of them. Tink has generously employed the few survivors as gardeners and pool boys on her estate on Mulholland Drive.

The boys lost all their papers when the yacht sank so Tink used her political connections through her work for H.U.A.C., and the Area 51 Alien Technologies recovery efforts to bring the Boys back across the border.

They're officially Mexican guest workers with Green Cards. However by Armed Forces Intelligence regulations they're legally dead, and so can be used as expendable fodder in future black ops.

However in their "guest worker" persona's they can remain in the States as long as they work Tink's estates, and keep their mouths shut. So, you see Tink, despite her grey ops work, is good at spreading happiness to others.

Eh, her own way.


Sunday, August 22, 2010

"Aw Sid, Holy Crap will you Cheer Up!"

What the hell's your problem pal?! Don't you 'ever' have anything positive to say?!

I mean Com'on! It ain't 'that' bad out there. Hey ya know we loves ya Uncle, but ya start'n to freak us out.

Geez, you need to get out more, get laid, get stoned,..somethin' fer christ's sakes.

Say why don't you invite some comrades over to polish off them bottles of wine ya got stashed in the fridge from last Christmas.

They ain't gonna drink themselves ya know.

Believe me you'll feel better, and so we we. Go have some frigg'n laffs for a change.

Love, and Faerie Dust,


(Tinkerbell's day job with the Ad Agency. Hey somebody has to support Peter, and his hoodlums out on that island.)

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

"We Declared Victory, and Left".

I'm sitting in the news room of Wbai radio this evening watching the withdrawal from Iraq of the last U.S. "Combat" troops. Several thousand Contractors, and advisers will stay.

It would seem the War is over.

The war with Iraq is over. That is the battles, and street fighting is over. I'm watching the last combat troops, these originally from Fort Lewis Washington State, being processed at the Kuwaiti border. From there they're going home to the States.

The Chaos of our misguided invasion will now go into high gear. I expect many be-headings, and stonings.

The War with the Taliban, and Al-Qaeda will now become more intense. As it happens I support 'that' particular war. We should have done this nine years ago. These are the guys that attacked us,..not Iraq.

Don't start with all the "9/11 Inside Job" static. As an official old guy I have no patients with that stuff. That's the territory of the right/left ideo-conspiracy nuts, and some passionate under 30's.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

"Watch ya Back"

"We're all Good, and all Evil"

I heard that on tv, and it's been rolling around in my head for awhile.

The constant mix of these items is the engine that drives our culture. Our day to day lives. Our ideas of who we are.

Good,and Evil.

Our primal needs vs temperance.

The control of the fearful things we don't dare do. ...mostly

Of course in nature where the rest of the biosphere lives these notions,..good, bad don't exist. Them guys is out there just surviving which is all the universe asks.

Whereas we're the ones with the big brains, and holy illusions that we judge reality by. On the other hand the whales, and dolphins are sentient, dogs too, but don't seem encumbered by saints or serial killers.

They're doing just fine. Well as long as they stay out of our nets or kennels.

Morality, Laws, Gawds are all so changeable. Like cuisine or hairstyles. One century slavery, and torture are seen as useful, and natural. The next human rights are all the rage.

In just my lifetime Jim Crow, legal racism was the law, and seen as normal, and natural. Now,..."Good morning Mr. President. Shall I corn-roll your hair."

The specifics may change, but the motivations for good, and evil stay the same. Which is to say confusing as hell.

I remember a "Star Trek" episode where some steamy alien, literally steamy, was perplexed by our custom of good'n evil.

"Your concepts of societal positives, and negatives use the same methods to achieve their ends." "Foolish Humanns,..what gives?!"

Hey you tell me pal.

Still you should see what's been in your former Uncle Sidney's head lately. Like what's his name sang, "...if my thought dreams could be seen. They'd probably put my head in a guillotine."

You betcha!

So here we are neurotic monkeys that have cracked the genetic code, invented income tax, pizza, oral sex, and have come to know we're in a multivese. Whereas only a moment ago we were flinging our turds at each other to mark our territory.

Then Gawd showed up.

Life has been Hot'n Merry with the Devil regularly taking the hindmost ever since.

Stay Tuned.

Friday, August 13, 2010

"A Steamy Morning"

(Click on the above,and you can read the names, and ages of the lost.)

This Monday last at about this time,..dawn I went for a walk with pals to the tip of Manhattan. Yeah my dear friends Nurse Pickles, and the good Rt. Rev Martin. Ya can't choose your family, but you can choose your pals.

We chose each other well.

Anyway after my shift at the radio station we strolled around downtown. We paid our respects at the New York Viet-Nam Memorial. Both Rev. Martin, and my late brother are War Vets.

In fact my brother John, and the Reverend were both there at the same time, and not far from each other.

John was in Tay Ninh/"The Iron Triangle", and Rev. Martin was in Long Bin.

We sat for a time silently then looked at the names. The Rev. pointed out the name of a school chum that was killed.

We examined the engraved map of the battle fronts. He showed me where he'd been, and I showed where my brother's unit had fought.

The map was defaced by skate boarder's who apparently were attracted to the glossy metal surface of the large illustration.


All this meant nothing to them. Might as well have been a map of the Roman campaigns against the Goths.

Maybe it's just as well. They'll have a war of their own eventually. G-d help them. One day some yet unborn juvenile delinquents will piss on their sacred grounds too.

This is America after all. The land with no memory.

We wandered off to Fort Clinton. Built to bombard British ships during the War of 1812. The fort flies a large 14 star flag. The same sort that Francis Scott Key wrote our National Anthem to at British siege of Fort McHenry in 1814 or so.

"The Star Spangled Banner".

We got saddled with this clunker back in the 1930's somewhere. Before that we actually didn't have an official anthem,..thank gawd. We had our pick of regional hymns.

As for the "Spangled" mess nobody, as in no-bod-dee! likes it.

'No one', at least that I know of, knows all the words. The damned thing makes no sense. It's this long deranged spiel about bombs, guys running around, and assorted mayhem's.

"American the Beautiful", "My Country tis of Thee", "Louie, Louie" or "Rock Around the Clock" would be far better. Folks know, and like these songs.

When I was a kid in the fifties many of my teachers were old school. They grew up in the teens'n twenties, and remembered when we had our pick of anthems.

So I grew up on the British related "My Country tis of Thee", sung to the tune of Gawd Save the Queen, and the Navy hymn,...which was my favorite.

Well national war dances aside we ended up at the tip of the City, and watched the Staten Island Ferry make it runs. That, and the high tide waves crash over the railings.

A peaceful, though steamy morning.

"Ladies, and Gentlemen,...our National Anthem(s)."

...and for dear Nurse Pickles.

Monday, August 9, 2010

"Army Guys"

While bouncing off the walls of my humble hovel,..thanks to the unexpected withdrawal from my nut-house meds.

I'm recovering,..thanks.

Anyway I channeled some of my madness into taking snaps of my toy soldiers,..the few I still have, long story there.

Anyway I posted these on a scale modeling site, and thought what the heck. Why should they be the only ones that know I'm a closet warmonger.

Actually I keep meaning to make a diorama of American, and Taliban soldiers having a truce.

Perhaps like the Christmas Truce of 1916 in the WW1 trenches. Considering the murderous fanaticism of 'this' war a Truce of any kind would be a miraculous thing indeed.

"Lili Marleen"


Some blog house keeping. Just a note that I posted a piece over on my "Angel Dreams" blog. I haven't been over there since the end of May. 'Been busy here, and in the world. You're welcome to take a look.

Also have a gander at "Royal Republic" see link. This a an old blog that I've re-hydrated for the fun of it.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

"Shit it's Hot today!"

On the upside I noticed "Back to School" stuff in the malls. A sure sign that the seasons are rolling along. Then again you'll recall last year some department stores were putting up xmas stuff in mid September.

In an economy like this ya can't let the grass grow under your feet.

Still I hope it cools off just enough for what's left of summer to be enjoyable. It was actually too dangerous to go out for most of this season. The whole northern hemisphere was cooking in a vast heat wave!

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this was the first "Hemispheric Extreme Climatic Event".

You recall my experiment with that day it got to 115f,..albeit unofficially. Don't matter it was the hottest bleep I even experienced. Stuff like that made much of the summer a write off.

Imagine a winter with a roaring blizzard 'every' day. Ya see my point.

Anyway I tried to do some simple errands like hitting the laundry, post office, and the supermarket, man. The sun was a physical force that beat me back into my temperature controlled hovel.

I was gasping for breath when I made it back,..."Mad dogs, and Englishmen". Add to that post industrial urban proles.

However there's still time. I 'really' want to put on a straw hat, and hit the roller coaster, the Coney Island Cyclone, and do assorted fun summer stuff before the first sleet! ...humm maybe the meds are kicking in I feel very slightly optimistic.

(The Cyclone in 1957,..the year we met. My Dad loved it!)

They made her a National Monument. This so the speculator couldn't tear her down,..bastards.

She's near 100 years old, but we loves this shaky pile of rusty nails, and cracked boards! Sure there's newer better looking bigger, faster, safer rides, but ya can't beat the "Cyclone!"

Christs sakes with the old Cyclone you're never sure ya coming back alive. Now that's entertainment!

Stay Tuned.

"My Meds, and Scary Toy Soldiers"

After two weeks of hell. I finally got my damned bleeping meds. See above a welcoming trio. There was a quartet, but the violist, also in withdrawal is currently climbing the Chrysler Building in her shorts while singing the Pearl Fishers Duet,..alone.

Oh Maestro Enrico Caruso!

We are graced on this troubled world but few times a century with a voice such as his.

However back to my petty problems. Yeah I got my nut haus meds, and it costs twice as much. Brand new Color! Steeper Price! Same Great Effect! Yes Effexsor or as we call it around the ranch,...Venlafaxine Hydrochloride.

Among the most dangerous of all the anti-depressants!

Now in the handy summer holiday suicide kit, and the new family fruity flavored Bam Bam, and Pebbles junior pack.

Try it today!

I was in the deranged rage, and vengeance phase of my on going withdrawal from anti-psychotic drugs when I went again to the pharmacy to score a renewal of my deadly meds.

For those just joining this current saga of my too interesting life. My doc made himself scarce for a few weeks thereby making it impossible to renew my meds. Soooo I went into a toxic withdrawal,...basically all the worse parts of the Bible.

Btw I'm on a two week medical leave to recover from all this. Yeah I'm blessed as heck. I have pals, family, and comrades at work that care if I live or die.

Ya can't beat that.

Anyway after daze of living hell my pusher'n me we re-connected, and I got my hit of the scagg. I just popped down a dose a few minutes ago. If I don't keel over tonight I'll let ya know what the deal is.

As for the toy soldiers the German SS ground pounder is from my formerly vast collection of such things. Yeah he's a bit chipped, and roughed up, me.

The WW1 Tommy is from a listener to my radio program in Brisbane Australia. The wonders of the internet

Listen to our commie radio station at

Apparently bags of plastic toy soldiers out in the Commonwealth are brown as opposed to the American equivalent which are green.

As kiddies we got bags of green G.I.'s to re-enact the WW2 Guadalcanal Pacific Campaign, and other swell stuff on the living room floor. Little did we know that a few seasons later we'd get to do the 'real' thing in the former Republic of South Veit-Nam.

I wonder what color other countries make their toy soldiers in. This to indoctrinate their future cannon fodder. There's a dissertation in this somewhere.

Now this is point blank scary.

What the,...??????!!!!

I actually thought it couldn't get worse. Toy(?!) Machine-gun.

"Ride'n that Dragon!"

Zaek is not only a good comrade reader of this wonderful blog, but is also a swell artist.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

"Riding the Dragon"

I remember kicking cocaine years ago. One rode the Dragon. Ya just hung on till the last stop no matter what. Amazing what you can do if you have no choice. Now I'm being dragged across Hell by DEA approved substances.

I've been experiencing new sensations, new kinds of dreams, new perceptions of time, and place.

...none of them good.

This is Hell after all.

Stay tuned.