The Masters of War had Ventriloquists

It wasn’t even winter yet, as autumn held her ground. Weaker men were torn asunder as angels prevailed where blind men feared to speak. You could not fess up nor deny, those wild werewolf times 

Where wolvens roamed the crest like crazy heathcliff

Heather of Moorland Farms befriended the mysterious Maxine. Who wore clogs. A cord skirt. Long straight hair like Marcia Brady but a sway like West Side Story.
The colors of the continent were committed to a shell of their former shelves – the Russian tea cozy. Sore spot of etiquette.

I wasn’t proud when I said my family was like Prince of tides just alarmed 

 

“Those who hammer their guns into plowshares will plow for those who do not.” Thomas Jefferson, President of the United States, Founder of the University of Virginia, the one slave owner of the group who was unanimously asked to write the preamble for the Constitution, known as the Declaration of Independence. 
Now You may ask how could a slave owner write such beautiful words as we the people 

In order to form a more perfect union 

ESTABLISH JUSTICE

INSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY

PROVIDE FOR THE COMMON DEFENCE 

PROMOTE GENERAL WELFARE 

AND 

SECURE 

THE BLESSINGS OF

LIBERTY TO OURSELVES

and our Posterity…


Our children 

The seventh generation 

The future

Certainly no one wants to witness nuclear fallout. Not from a bunker not from an underground silo, middleman earth safe house for world leaders and cryogenic windbags. I’d rather we be taken out by that thing on the other side of the sun than the flash we’ve all dreaded since watching the day after  on a school night in 1983.

Wildfires 

I looked up to see the fires burning coming down the hill facing my father seated at his bay window looking out over the life he built, a life he gave his children, the future of our children, an American Dream bought of Italian immigrants to carrying the great Italian grapes to the fertile fecund Northern California. 
Ironic iconic RUSSIAN River valley, expanding into Napa with his French brother in arms Jean-luc purveyor of the finest Boudreaux and Michelangelo the Pinot Grigio man – all  had fought alongside hemingways kind against Franco’s fascist rollover planned  as comeuppance for the empires and their colonies. 

 

 Once they’d killed ghandi in prison, beat Biko to death, sequestered the master and the margarita, they turned to the inominable agenda of squelched free speech and disarming the right of patriots like Nathan hale or Paul revere so that no one can defend that right to free speech when the military declares martial law, fema initiates operation mass grave keeps only soldiers and those with bank accounts as need be only should the entity called government and its partner in crime corporate greed, Rothschild illuminati infiltrating your DNA to sell off to the bad aliens aka fallen angels they now say wiped out the Neanderthals who told,us in those rock walls underground k. France 

Look up the French resistance 


Don’t forget to read the lover and there’s Racine 

Watch Truffaut Jules and Jim and Godard weekend 

Read now Thomas Jefferson and Lafayette were friends 


Read a tale of two cities by dickens 

Take up knitting 

Listen to kind of blue, in a silent way and miles-Coltrane collaboration s 
See you next week 

Ps hunter s Thompson essays due Tuesday morning 8 am PST

FEAR AND LOATHING UPDATED 

YOUR PROFESSOR 

GURU OF UNSCRIPTED ZEITGEIST 

So this is what happened…

I was almost killed, nearly.beaten to death in a McDonald’s parking lot in February of this year. This violent assault  resulted in brain trauma and amnesia  and as such. White memorial hospital really fucked up – but that’s a whole nother story 

Then the city terrace chop shop experience.

And my wonderful nonexistent friends – in this city that is. The subpar producers whose jobs I protected and mortgages I assisted the payment of – as I endured slander that didn’t even have the balls to say it to my face. And anyone who knows me which is turning be under 5 maybe including ducks and dogs, anyone knows there’s no way I could have accomplished all the things of which I stand accused- from the pile of cocaine like scarface to the Keith Richards consumption of inebriants apparently chronicled by Dave Oliver and Justin Steinberg who actually are complete liars who were also malicious for some reason. Then there’s the complete scumbags jay and Jamie who just boggle the mind when you realize they went out of their way to hurt me never once show compassion or comraderie I. A world sorely needing some basic acknowledge that being In the trenches mattered.

To think I was such a fool I actually cared that I had your back Jamie when you were incompetent, sniveling and under-handed. Hard working but weak minded. Kiss ass who couldn’t accept loyalty and friendship how sad. How telling that he’s still head of Sony prodding and poking the zeitgeist for some clue as to why they think he knows what he’s doing. On top of being stupid, to have no morals is well that’s the course of de jour. [idiotic repetition intentional] 
So there you have it 

HEroic Poetry 

Acetaminophen screaming for attention

Off the shelf
   She was
straight out of biologically 

Contemptible 

with self-styrofoaming

 Eco-friendly 

packaging 

Eva, The blow up woman 

      by There’s Something about Earnest 
She was always a delight 

My good man,

Said Arthur of 

delta (phi) dawn 

    the blow up 

     Girlfriend 

who inadvertently got passed around 

like nobody’s business  
 

From the shores of kitschy koombaya 

to the morning after pill from Ralph’s 


          EVA bore. The emblem.

(lettered monogram to look like E-R-A )

“equal rights ass!” emblazoned across

the  made in China Badonkedonk 

 of a  plastic fantastic 

 mustang Sally 

 
In with the in-Crowd

   From Sigma Wink and a Nod

   to the Delta Phi Episolon Explosion

 

A regular 

Nobody 

at  St. Nate’s  palettes

    Covering for chaotic order 

    of secret societies 

    From the raging hormone set             


              Disturbed initiations leave indelible marks

                        No traces 

               


get a load of that broad 

She heard 

  • Don’t drink 
  • don’t smoke 
  • what do you do 

She’d been the goody-two-shoes, role played her brain transmogrified, pretended to be anyone she was NOT, behind darkness, just to survive, 

Everyone must accept one or face prison time. She had a “choice,” and after that anthrax shelter stint, she decided the Rutger Hauer lookalike would be best for her “needs” as an aging, not quite ailing, sometimes failing but rarely falling, just hurtling headlong trying to escape this dimension of nonsensical pain, needless suffering – as if there is an acceptable form, the need full suffering – oh fuck off maker, the great ether, send me your meteors!

I am but a woman 

entreating the sky 

to break open 

some mercy 

once in a while 



Abraham was a hologram. The woman’s perfect companion. 

We live in such Cyborg times what will become of love 

asked no one after awhile 

Once the last stranger had left 

the last  dreamer, dead.


But still

Beneath the skin

Resistance lives 

Beyond the caves of men 

The Bermuda triangle 

where Venus of Willendorf 

was found swirling 

in multidimensional flux 

I am the alpha 

Athe the omega 

I walk through 

The ballet 

Not dance but walk

So I can swim 

Swim 

away 

The Apprentice Effect

You may or may not know this but I produced over thirty episodes of the original show including most memorably the first episode, the lemonade stand.

I was the show producer – director in the field for the women’s team and shepherded episodes 1, 5, 9 & 13 through post-production, watching hundreds of hours of “tape.”

I got good at reading subtle cues following super smart business people around as they tested their book smarts on the streets of New York.

The first boardroom was over six hours. I transcribed the whole thing in my hotel room from VHS tapes. It was grueling. I know for a fact, I am the only producer who did this since following this, we got them transcribed. I didn’t sleep between shooting, writing up intensely detailed notes from eight cameras, conducting interviews to cover anyone getting fired (unlike the bachelor or survivor where they have an inkling because of how the cast reveals it to the producers) because, ultimately, the beauty (and incredibly risky endeavor) of the show was that Trump could fire who he wanted. He listened to varying points of view but we had to be prepared for anything and stay one step ahead of the psychology of the individual to tell some kind of cohesive story that had three required elements: it must be fair and authentic; it must make sense; and it must decifer a business thesis principle that would be proven by the final decision on who deserved to go the most.

What does this mean over the course of the next 134 hours and 23 minutes until the day of reckoning? It means be prepared for the worst, work for the best. Most importantly, stay alive.
When asked what a Trump supporter believes, I took a stab at a summary statement based on my observations and background.

These are some thoughts to consider before you write in your candidate:

The apprentice effect

1) that he means what he says;

2) that he will get corruption out of politics because he’s a “straight shooter”;

3) that he is the mega-successful mogul portrayed on “The Apprentice,” rather than in debt to banks in China;

4) that he will make them rich like him;

5) that he will fix health care, lower taxes and national debt;

6) that he is not a career politician;

7) that he is not Obama who delivered us Isis and enabled banks, did everything he claimed he was against;

8) they believe what slogans they are fed because they are angry at the corruption and self-serving profiteering that both parties have enjoyed for far too long;

9) they are ashamed of Clinton’s propensity for scandal, we are a nation of puritans when it comes to our mythology – we want to believe they are hearing us but ultimately Donald probably doesn’t know what he’s getting into.

The system is broken, the status quo is a “coup of corruption” turned into game of thrones without the cute dragons.

It has been said we are two countries – and indeed that is true. But we’ve been coopted to think the differences are between us, when the real widening divide is between us and people who think they are above the law, say one thing but do another, pathologically lie about whatever is expedient while avoiding any true specifics or accountability when it’s pointed out that their plan will actually hurt us more. On both teams.

I could explain the thinking but it’s pointless because no one cares. They’ve been manipulated into emotional and visceral reaction – voting against instead of voting for- thanks to a system that supports the inept  (doesn’t understand classified information) and blatantly disingenuous (absolute bluster and fabrication in service of ego and bizarre twists to show how “of the people” you are), which they buy like tobacco-flavored crack.
A system so full of corruption and deceit that no one knows what will happen in a week. These polarizing and ultimately destructive to us as a nation need to stop promoting the fantasies. Capitalism and endless growth are mythological beliefs that will bring us to war because war creates jobs and evetyone from China to Russia to Venezuela to Lebanon wants to kick our cocky hypocritical asses (it didn’t just start in the last 8 years and no one president is to blame, but the whole lot of them and congress too).
Get ready. Plant your garden. Stay true to your beliefs.

“The greatest [calamity] which could befall [us would be] submission to a government of unlimited powers.”

 –Thomas Jefferson: Declaration and Protest of Virginia, 1825. ME 17:445

Pope on a rope
The cloaked dark
Benghazi nazi

Rings a bell

that rings a bell

But then the bell never went off

Shed forget 

Back TO being a

stranger 

Recluse 

Agorophobic station wagon collapse 

off the ever-resolate I-05

We all gotta go sometime.

That hardly provided any comfort, like an expiration date, what exactly is it preventing? Equally maleficent, the warning label, the disclaimer, the we might kill ya waiver. Despicable. 

Deplorable had just been ruined, overexposed- had its day.
She popped a benzo to unjangle those Upper East Side jitters, lower westside bitters.

Oh, well, I love ya 

pretty baby

You’re the only love

 I’ve ever known
Just as long as 

you stay 

with me

The whole 

world is 

my throne

I think I can do better with that refrain 


[Refrain]

Beyond here lies nothin

Nothin we can call our own
 

Beyond here lies

Nothing 

Not a thing to show 

For 

How the time 

Flies

Ode to the 21 year old always bumming smokes 

You can’t wait Til you’re the only one talking
Yet you’ve got nothing to say

Because you have yet to really live 

Go In silence 

And listen to the world

Seek your own truth

You will need to know it 

in the times ahead