It Was Forty Years Ago Today...

When Neil Armstrong taught the world to say "One small step..."

I grew up with the space program and Apollo and NASA and the dream that became reality - men and women living and working in outer space. If my head were to be taken apart by an archaeologist of the mind, one of the lowest and densest strata would be labeled "Space Junk," I'm sure.

If I were old enough to have seen Disney's shows on space exploration, I probably would've been an astronaut rather than an astronut. Instead, I dreamt of space in my Milwaukee Brewer's pajamas during the afternoon naps my Mom made me take even though I fought hard and long against them because I might miss a second of moon landing coverage.

Thank you, Neil and Buzz. Even if you did fake it, it was incredible.

(I just found out that those classic Disney space shows are on DVD. I ordered my copy thirty seconds ago! Check on Half.com if you don't want to give Amazon your monies.)

The Boil to be Lanced

Pat Buchanan is a human-boil. I say we stick him with a sharp object and release the foulness. It's for his own good.

I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy in my basement, building a man-sized hideaway fort out of crazy ideas and toothpicks. And busy taking off for beautiful McGregor, Iowa with My Smart Wife for a wonderful mid-week romp. Never been to McGregor before but it's a lovely old river town right at the base of the bluffs on the Mississippi, struggling to survive but with an energy and a will that's inspiring.

So as well as missing a few days of prime posting on all kinds of topics, like how the (R) behind so many Senators' names should stand for (Racist) rather than (Republican), I also missed out on Pat Buchanan's ultimate meltdown about all the brown-skinned people and how they's gonna destroy America.

I was working myself up to my normal monkey frenzy on the topic when I read this on Daily Kos. I think you should too. It puts Pat in perspective and in his filthy little place.

Have a nice day and a great weekend, kids. I'm heading out to put up the signs for our garage sale. Anyone wanna buy a slightly used garage?

Health Care, Schmealth Care!

Interesting diary post on Daily Kos about a health insurance executive's confession of guilt. Real guilt, as in he actually is feeling an emotion. Hard to believe, I know, but...

But guilt about what? About lying to the American people, about depriving the American people of proper health care, about being a total asshole.

Guilt too about trying to cover up the truth regarding the health care systems of Canada and Britain that are so derided and mocked by the conservative right and their fascist stooges in this country. The kind of truth Michael Moore tried to tell us about with Sicko.

If you have ever dismissed Michael Moore as a demagogue of the left, biased and whacked, read this and think again. There are very powerful, monied interests working very hard to control the media spin on health care. And one of them has just fessed up to it.

Welcome to the Monkey House!

I was just frakkin' around with Google Earth and thought I'd share with you...The Monkey House!

This is the best shot available. A year ago you couldn't even see rooftops, only trees. Maybe in a few more years they'll catch me naked on the roof. For reasons best not gone into. What do your homes look like from space, kids?

Tears In My Beers

Be sad, be very sad. An angry man becomes a Senator today and America dies. I guess. Maybe. Huh?

I've never known folks that despise the whole culture of the victim as much as the Republicans claim to do, to so thoroughly embrace it and wrap themselves in it like grease on bacon or pigs on trout or whatever homily Sarah Palin would use to describe it. They are getting better at their propaganda though. This a pretty masterful, Goebbels-like misappropriation of images.

Here's to you, Al! Congratulations on your stolen election and your illegitimate Senatorship which begins today. You're scaring the living daylights out of them. Too bad Harry Reid will screw it all up for the Dems. Try to ignore him - he's a tool, a worthless tool, and you'd do better by pretending he doesn't exist. All the Dems would.

Welcome to the world, Senator Franken!

Happy 4th of July!

Some video for you on America's anniversary. Perhaps my favorite songs each by Thin White Rope and Savage Republic. The lyrics to this SR song echoed in my head many times during the previous Presidential administration. Enjoy!

Goin' to Hell, Real Fast

I'm a bad, bad, bad man for laughing my ass off about this.

Even more so for laughing at this:



Now I really, really, really have to go to the Creation Museum.

The Race Is On!

Sarah Palin just resigned as Governor of Alaska. Yeah. Just a few minutes ago, basically. And she gave a nearly incomprehensible and, I'm sure, deeply coded, speech all about it.

Go ahead, check it out, I'll wait (it's only 1:43)....Okay, here we go!

Near as I can figure it, Palin is running away from her gubernatorial responsibilities, those she was elected to fulfill by the people of the State of Alaska, because she thinks it's too hard a job to do right now. Because of the "new political environment."

"New political environment." Translation: I'm quitting because of Obama and the bad, bad, bad things he's doing - Obama is forcing me to quit. It's all Obama's fault. Blame Obama. Sarah in 2012! (BUY MY BOOK! BUY MY BOOK! You know, the one that I couldn't write and make money from while still governor? Yeah, that one.)

I think she intends to set herself up for the next few years as the ultimate political outsider, willing to sacrifice all for the good of the (white) people in the fight against evil (aka "That one!"). Things is gonna get even uglier, kids.

I think Little Miss Hitler just threw down the glove.

Big Bang BOOM!!!

I know our local fireworks display won't top this action:



Happy 4th of July weekend, fellow Amerikans and all foreign-type folks everywhere!

PHASE IV! PHASE IV! We're All Gonna Die!!!

I knew it! I always knew it would be the goddamn ants that do us in. Be afraid, be very afraid...

(Phase IV scared the crap out me when I was ten years old. To a ten year old, it seemed very plausible, indeed. I even read the novelization by Barry Malzberg. You should read some Malzberg if you haven't, btw. Great writer, totally overlooked and undervalued by the majority of science fiction fans, but very cool and weird and depressing and highly literate and so twisted that even science fiction's ghetto which can embrace much has trouble with Malzberg. That makes him worth looking for, I think. I was amazed looking at his bibliography just now; I have almost everything the man's written, fiction-wise at least plus some of the non-fiction. I had no idea I liked Malzberg that much. Go figure!)