the Devil & his Mighty White Boy Band

Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld shares a ...
Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld shares a laugh with President George W. Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney during his farewell parade at the Pentagon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sex and Drugs and Jesus Christ
Sex and Drugs and Jesus Christ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What has happened in the past when we have left our faith and fate to white men?
Many, many, many apocalyptic things!
White men in strange footwear from the turn of time have been known to philander with unclean women. Those white men have gone on to become rulers, mythical kings and gods.
These same out of the box round peg in a square hole persons have also been affiliated with men who wear black hats and promise riches…Sometimes getting their sainted hands almost stuck in the forbidden cookie jar.
White men cannot jump! If you can’t shoot a three pointer and/or knock the shit out of the opposing team; get off the court. Ever see Larry Bird try to dunk? Nope!
Boy Bands? Stop, just stop, the world I want to get off! Here in the middle of the two season state, New Hampshire, the only really accessible radio station is WJYY; You guessed it,Joy for short.
Nothing but Joy spreads it’s wings like New Edition, ‘N Sync and Jonas Brothers all through this barren from sunshine state.

Putting out there right now: cut that shit out!

Nothing looks weirder or more demon possessed than a group of white boys in NBA shirts with big rimmed baseball hats driving ’round in a ’98 metallic green Chevy Cavalier listening to Beggin on your Knees!
White men have taken this country into more wars and conflicts on distant shores than any other group in the majority or minority.
So, old white men would like to decide on the fetus situation. The new ‘philosophy’?  Those that abort after 20 weeks…are causing the unborn to suffer physical pain.
Pretty soon, these white men will come up with a new diagnosis: PTSDF! Post Traumatic Stress Disorder-the Fetal Edition.
When people take note that I am gay, loud/proud, a democrat and an animal advocate the conception is that I most likely am a liberally spread politically correct radical born in the wrong era. Nine times out of ten…this label is true.
Yet, and I am going way out on a limb here. The following is not politically correct and does not come wrapped in tofu with a Buddhist mantra penned on the side of a ecologically correct and/or earth friendly piece of paper.
‘What has the white man done for us? He has taken the land, he has taken the souls of the young and pretty soon, he’ll be taking back our night and our rights.
No one singular group of persons without rhyme and with the  bad taste of women on their breath should decide what comes into our bodies and what comes out.

Enough said.

Newt Gingrich - Caricature
Newt Gingrich – Caricature (Photo credit: DonkeyHotey)

Sympathy for the Devil and his Mighty White Boy Band:

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens

Mary Magdeline
Mary Magdeline (Photo credit: Gully_Foyle)

Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
“Who killed the Kennedys?”
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Garden of Hedonism
Garden of Hedonism (Photo credit: kokopelli67)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame

Upper Middle Class? Fed, wed and Bred!

I hate the word homophobia –Morgan Freeman
I hate the word homophobia –Morgan Freeman (Photo credit: See-ming Lee 李思明 SML)

The causes that seem just to anyone my age are pretty simple: keep upper middle class America fed, wed and bred.  Give to any organization that has cute puppies.  I’m not sure about puppy mills; those websites sure have some real cute puppies, LOL!  Don’t see the harm in them; all the dogs are well taken care of in the pictures.  Oh, yeah and the other important thing we need to take care of, our mental health.

I suppose that would make a good start to my application for grad school.  Me thinks that those are all issues that Mr. Obama should address.

Originally, I had wanted to vote for Romeny.  Father Floyd told me once, ‘Ambien Grace, if you get someone in the White House who makes his own money…we’ll all make money!’

Course he has a job in math or economics or business.  And, usually, he spouts his words of wisdom from his overstuffed leather recliner while drinking an imported beer and grading papers.  Romney looked good on paper; well dressed, cute wife and he wanted to cut welfare.  The homosexuality, abortion and Mormon thing aren’t really big issues.

Homosexuals scare me, I had been raised a homophobic.  Abortions aren’t really a concern because I want to have lots and lots and lots of babies on a ranch while taking pictures and playing with butterflies.  Mormons?  I had to look that term up.  Turns out it’s not a term at all.  It is some form of religion.  I ask you, why would people be so concerned about a religion that takes place in Utah?

I voted for Obama in the end.  My girlfriend encouraged me to look at his stand on things.  I didn’t.  But I voted for him just to shut her up.

Wheeling around the mean streets of Concord, the upper end, near the fancy houses, by my parent’s abode, in my deceased grandfather’s car, talking to Beckett Couvillion the third, killing time until Mother Theresa gets home and cooks me dinner: I wonder about those poor souls who missed the boat in school.  The kids on grants, scholarships and whatnot, how are they surviving?

Shit, almost a year out and things look so bright for me I have to keep the shades drawn in my attic room.  No real job, no real future, no real connection…perhaps, the National Guard is looking for leaders.  I have never been real good at leading but I’m doing a great job at being a follower.