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Sitting here on the beach trying to stay awake and I notice as I wait for the sunset a little shell with love on it. It’s been there the whole time.
Of all the things to notice right next to me.
Of all the things to realize were right next to me as I read my book and lamented online
And fought with autocorrect,
Of all the things people could’ve made,
Could’ve dropped accidentally or left behind
(It never goes away does it?)
Of all the things that humans can leave around for each other to find,
I found love.
There’s a good Rolling Stone interview with him from 2010. He was magical and ahead of his time.
He called out the lies of Fox News.
He got his high school diploma at age 78-– even after he’d already received a Kennedy Center Honor.
He was a beautiful writer, and he penned an article himself about his old friend, a singer from East Texas named George Jones.
The best people feel like they’ve always been there, too.
In his article about George Jones:
It began a love affair between us, because we loved each other’s stuff so much. In 1967, I released a ballad called “I Threw Away the Rose,” and he was so impressed he actually jumped ship and left his tour, rented a Learjet and came to Amarillo, Texas. He told me my low note changed his life. He also folded my steel guitarist Fuzzy Owen into a rollaway bed and rolled him out on the street.
Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/merle-haggard-remembers-george-jones-20130506#ixzz456ieFEjF
“The first time we met
Is a favorite memory of mine
They say time changes all it pertains to
But your memory is stronger than time”
–Merle Haggard, “My Favorite Memory”
Dicks are fine, first of all. They have an important function. If we’re going to call it a “Man’s World,” if that’s really how it is, then we must acknowledge that the world runs on dick.
Amarillo is a version of this model. To be a woman is to live your life relative to dick. (Yes, I say dick as though it’s a wild thing running through neighborhoods eating the fruits of gardening work, like deer. That’s pretty much what dick is in Amarillo, this thing we all have to deal with. Plural of dick is used the same as deer in this case.) Being career-oriented doesn’t get you off the hook. If you’re heterosexual and not looking to find a husband or at least a hookup within the first five minutes of getting off work on a Friday night, it seemed like, people got really wary. “How dare she want to live her life for more than securing a dick’s presence!” Not many could understand me wanting to just sit and talk for the sake of going in depth about a subject. I was supposed to want to use my body in order for there to be depth in my own life, all physical depth. Metaphysical depth of any kind was hard to come by.
To be female in the Rilla and want to use that bump three feet above your ass was one thing. You run the risk of isolation, or at least the fear of that must be overcome. To be seen doing it in public was socially risky. Strap one on, ladies.
Now then. I don’t mean to offend anyone who is well-endowed here. If you are, I have nothing against you at all.
I have finally found a way to define America. There are no liberals and conservatives. There are no democrats and republicans. The dichotomy comes down to this: Big Dicks and… Good Dicks.
Listen: The world needs to understand this once and for all:
It`s not the size of the dick, it`s the quality of the dick. Can we please apply that to politics? And to foreign policy? And to everything else that affects everyone in the world?
Now to actually possess a big dick on one’s body has nothing to do with their political affiliation.
In America, we have all kinds of dicks. That’s what makes us so great and diverse. Now for all the men out there who are well endowed, that’s great. Good for you. May you have a long happy life. Then there are the people who act like big dicks to compensate for something. These are called terrorists. America has many people who have to act like big dicks to compensate for a low level of whatever.
They actually have big dicks and just want to show off to people. So they bash other countries outside of the US and the people in them. They say racist, homophobic things and think women should be inferior. These are the worst Big Dicks. These people are just dicks.
There are people on the Internet who write abusive comments in people’s blogs or at female gamers, or make too big of a deal about either being too politically correct or not politically correct enough, basically who make a big deal about stuff that isn’t all that big of a deal. This is what makes America what it is, folks. Excess. People being members of the Big Dick party. I think it’s all done in an effort to make America look superior. I really do. “This is America. We can harass people and talk shit and act like big dicks if we want to.” The American dream used to involve two cars and owning a house. Now, that’s not enough; people need an online presence. They’ve moved the space that they took up in the old American dream to a new one in cyberspace, on social media. The trolls would be the members of the Big Dick party. Whether people in the Big Dick party have big dicks or not, they act like big dicks. They say Big Dick things and are in Big Dick cliques and have Big Dick complaints and remarks about small things.
All of this is Politics in the Name of Penis. This country is mainly run by Dicks. Most of the people in power are male. There are some good apples in the bunch who make good decisions while thinking with things above the waist. Then there are the ones who have Big Dick parties and smoke cigars, and admire each other’s Big Dicks, and THIS is where the important decisions regarding the fate of our country—and the world—are made.
Oh boy, and there is election day, a.k.a. Big Dick Tuesday, where the citizens of this nation do everything they can to avoid Big Dick bad decisions, bless their hearts.
There are good dicks and there are bad dicks. Which one are you?
Good dicks are good. But bad dicks need to be put into a mason jar and kept under the sink.
So it’s because of the Big Dick party in America that we are so imperialized. Big Dicks have to have everything. They have to steal your wife, they have to beat up people for gratification, they commit rapes when they win the football game, and they beat their chests like baboons in the name of America.
I like this country. I’ve not always wild about the government, but I like this country for the people. For the most part, America has some nice people in it—people that will be nice, and people who will be nice back, and dick size isn’t an issue.
Then there will be some alpha male who wants us to think he has a Big Dick who will write abusive stuff about people in other countries in an attempt to justify why America is superior. We don’t get what we want out of life by bullying. If he really loved America, he wouldn’t need to beat his chest and be abusive and wiggle his dick (full of implants) for us all to see. Big Dicks pride themselves on being more American than anyone else, when actually they are the least so. They decimate everything this country stands for, everything this country was founded on in the first place.
Big Dicks ruin everything. They get all carried away about the Big Guns and Big Tanks and Big Foreign Policy, and the Military Industrial Big Dick Complex, and they grab their dicks.
Put that away. Or if not, be ready for anyone to wield the sword.
American culture is becoming dick-ified. It’s in style. Every year, it seems, offers a variation or a new style for the life of the dick. Social media is all about out-dicking, out-measuring, out-doing, out-lasting, marking territory, in a sense. If people everywhere could just exist without everything running on dick for a minute, it would be peaceful. To connect in a place like Amarillo on a metaphysical level was a nice idea, for me, of a dream that we should be working back toward. For men and women alike.
It’s a nice idea.
I can’t see it happening. It could happen, but it shouldn’t be depended on. Time to be weird. “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro,” as Hunter S. Thompson said. So strap one on, ladies. Might as well.
“This is a sad day for the state of Mississippi and for the thousands of Mississippians who can now be turned away from businesses, refused marriage licenses, or denied housing, essential services and needed care based on who they are.” –American Civil Liberties Union
“Meanwhile, the state of North Carolina has lost more future jobs in response to its controversial “bathroom bill,” which prevents cities from creating non-discrimination laws based on gender identity. So far, over 100 companies have joined in a boycott of providing jobs in the state, and PayPal has just joined their ranks.” —Houstoncommunistparty.com
Springtime in Amarillo is it? You be safe out there. Damn dust.
It’s like watching bad porn.
Maybe his story can be a cautionary tale.
Watching presidential elections unfold is not unlike watching and participating in a gong show. Enticing people, holding their attention, creating a mystique about one’s self is a talent. Projecting an air of being powerful is a talent and it must be developed. Some are born with that talent. Some acquire it over the years.
He once knew better than to run for office or get involved politically, as the following passage from a 1990 Playboy interview indicates. He knew his role in the world: to bring in money. Not to clean up the streets, not to play Captain America, not to try to be a hero. Just doing what he did best, being very good at what he did was enough. For so long he knew what he brought to the table. People who know and prove their worth own the ground they walk on so they don’t have to fear it being shaky. People who say bombastic, outrageous, or upsetting things usually say them out of some inner instability. He was so stable in who he was once. Somewhere along the way he sold out.
Let’s look back on a time when Trump knew his place.
“Interviewer: Wait. Doesn’t it seem that with all your influence in Atlantic City you could do more to combat crime and corruption and put something back into the community?
Trump: Well, crime and prostitution go up, and Atlantic City administrations are into very deep trouble with the law, and there are lots of problems there, no question about it. But there is a tremendous amount of money going to housing from the profits of the casinos.
As somebody who runs hotels, all I can do, when you get right down to it, is run the best places, bring in as much money as possible, which in turn goes out for taxes. I contribute millions a year to various charities. Finally, by law, I’m not allowed to have Governmental influence; but if they passed legislation that allowed me to get more involved, I’d be very happy to do it. In the meantime, I have the most incredible hotels in the world in Atlantic City. The Taj Mahal will be beyond belief. And if I can awaken the government of Atlantic City, I have performed a great service.”
He has strayed. Now he does want to be Captain America. He’s on shaky ground. From day 1 after he announced his presidential campaign, I had a hunch that what we were witnessing was the deterioration of a personality for all the world to see. I often found him upsetting but now I just think he’s a tragic figure, a modern Oedipus. He once knew his place so well. Now he’s acting like a crazy old coot. It reminds me of Jack Nicholson’s character, Jerry Black, in the movie The Pledge. But unlike Trump, Jerry Black remained an honorable man, if troubled. It’s sad to see people get so good at their jobs after so many years that they don’t know how to stop working and then just end up ruining themselves. That’s what happened to Jerry Black.
(Image via Alchetron.com/Warner Bros.)
Then there’s Trump. He talked as though invincible for many years. But at least back in 1990, he had a good reason to act invincible in a way that no one would care about: he was a business man. Easy to read the interview and think that he’s puffing his chest out for sensationalistic purposes. The guy knew how to generate revenue. Now, all his hubris is coming out in the wash. I’d rather go out a Jerry Black than a Donald Trump. The former ended up poor and muttering to himself, but he was plagued by good intentions. He was a tragic hero. Jerry had a talent that failed him.
When Trump is old, he’ll be empty. As the saying goes, some people are so poor, all they have is money. That’s all he has. after this election, his respect will be tapped out. That’s a tragedy. It’s a tragedy because it turns out that the talents it takes to be a politician or even a respectable person are talents that he never had.
He is in fact not human, but a revenue-generating machine. I don’t fear this man because he has always run on making people fear him. People like that get pretty boring after awhile.
Say he did become president. What will he do when the American people (even the ones who voted for him) are tired of his shit? He fails at personal PR. He doesn’t get it. Obama knew how to make himself look interesting. Even Dubyah was interesting in his ignorance– his mispronunciations and made-up words at least made him human because we’ve all had those moments. It almost helps people to forget that he was guilty of crimes against humanity Successful politicians know how to master the art of creating mystique. It’s a talent that they must have. They must know how to make people think that they’re innocent and human.
This isn’t talent on display. It’s a person being a social dullard. Embarrassing himself. We’re watching the deterioration of a personality. We’re watching a performer on a talent show fail miserably.
It’s what’s happening to Trump, but in his case it’s because he believed his own hate-infused words that he used to intimidate. He has become the character he’s been playing.
Let’s learn from this: the danger of being an asshole is that you run the risk of remaining one for the rest of your life.
“Interviewer: What satisfaction, exactly, do you get out of doing a deal?
Trump: I love the creative process. I do what I do out of pure enjoyment. Hopefully, nobody does it better. There’s a beauty to making a great deal. It’s my canvas. And I like painting it. I like the challenge and tell the story of the coal miner’s son. The coal miner gets black-lung disease, his son gets it, then his son . If I had been the son of a coal miner, I would have left the damn mines. But most people don’t have the imagination–or whatever–to leave their mine. They don’t have ‘it.'”
Donald? Being a successful politician is mastering the Art of Smoke and Mirrors. It’s knowing when to not be predictable. It’s knowing when to modulate, show layers, reveal something to relate to. Being interesting is a talent. Some have it and some don’t. You, son, don’t have It.
At age 102, Joseph Medicine Crow has passed away in Montana. He was the last Plains Indian war chief. The historian, veteran, and anthropologist was awarded the Legion d’honneur, the Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Bronze Star Medal for his service in World War II, after going up against the Nazis and stealing their horses. In 1938, he was the first Crow male to obtain a college degree.
He was well-known for his work on the Battle of Little Big Horn.
Talk about a long, useful life.
A Panama law firm had many clients whose business with them comprised what are called the Panama Papers, which reveal the banking habits of many public figures around the world. The papers were reportedly revealed by an anonymous source at a German newspaper. The International Consortium of Investigative Journalists subsequently shared them with The Guardian and the BBC.
According to The Guardian:
A $2bn trail leads all the way to Vladimir Putin. The Russian president’s best friend – a cellist called Sergei Roldugin – is at the centre of a scheme in which money from Russian state banks is hidden offshore. Some of it ends up in a ski resort where in 2013 Putin’s daughter Katerina got married.
Among national leaders with offshore wealth are Nawaz Sharif, Pakistan’s prime minister; Ayad Allawi, ex-interim prime minister and former vice-president of Iraq; Petro Poroshenko, president of Ukraine; Alaa Mubarak, son of Egypt’s former president; and the prime minister of Iceland, Sigmundur Davíð Gunnlaugsson.
Six members of the House of Lords, three former Conservative MPs and dozens of donors to UK political parties have had offshore assets.
The families of at least eight current and former members of China’s supreme ruling body, the politburo, have been found to have hidden wealth offshore.
Twenty-three individuals who have had sanctions imposed on them for supporting the regimes in North Korea, Zimbabwe, Russia, Iran and Syria have been clients of Mossack Fonseca. Their companies were harboured by the Seychelles, the British Virgin Islands, Panama and other jurisdictions.”
–Juliette Garside, Holly Watt and David Pegg for The Guardian