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I am so mature

(sung to the tune "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer",
 as recorded by Gene Autry)

Please don't call him an ape 
or a hairy chimpanzee
He's the nation's sensation 
since JohnBenet Ramsey
Just look and you will find 
the baboon with the big red behind.

Randolph the Red assed Baboon 
(Baboon)
Had a very shiny Bum 
(like a light bulb)
and if you ever saw it 
(saw it)
You would wet your pants and run 
(Like a fraidy cat)

All of the other monkeys 
(monkeys)
Used to laugh and call him names 
(like neon ass)
They never let poor Randolph 
(Randolph) 
join in any monkey games 
(like monopoly)

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
The Anti Claus came to say
Randolph with your ass so bright
Won't you be my sleigh's tail light

Then how the Monkey's loved him 
(loved him)
And they shouted out with Glee 
(Whee)
Randolph the Red assed baboon 
(baboon)
Keep your ass downwind from me...
Keep your ass downwiinnnd ... 
from me~!

lovingly lifted from 'Ground Zero with Clyde Lewis' Christmas Show

February 18, 2013 is Drink Wine Day

Today is Drink Wine Day! Pop the cork and enjoy a 
refreshing glass of Chardonnay, Merlot, Pinot, Shiraz, 
or Zinfandel in honor of the occasion!

People have been producing wine since at least 6000 B.C
There are dozens of ancient legends about humans who 
accidentally consumed fermented grapes and became in-
toxicated, which is probably how wine was first conceived
Eventually, people began experimenting with the fermentation 
process. The methods for making wine spread from the region
of Mesopotamia to Egypt, Greece, Rome, France, Spain, 
and eventually the New World. Today, over 20 million acres
of the earth’s surface are dedicated to growing grapes for wine.

Studies have shown that drinking a glass of wine a day improves heart health, reduces forgetfulness, boosts immunity, & increases 
bone density. Cheers!

what a crappy religion

Muslims And ...

Valentine's Day:  He (the Muslim) should not celebrate it, or join others in their celebrations of it, or attend their celebrations because it is forbidden to celebrate the festivals of non-Muslims. (W)hen the Muslims imitate non-Muslims, this makes the latter happy and fills their hearts with joy. If any Muslim girl celebrates this holiday because she sees Margaret or Hilary or whoever does so, then this undoubtedly reflects the fact that she is imitating them and approves of their behavior.  One of the bad effects of imitating them is that this increases their number, as this makes it look as if they have more supporters and followers.

Pets:  The animal that is kept should not be a dog, because Islam has forbidden keeping dogs except guard dogs and hunting dogs. Prophet (blah blah blah) said: “The angels do not enter a house in which there is a dog.”  It is by the wisdom of Allaah that like calls to like and evil calls to evil. It is said that the kaafirs, Jews, Christians and communists in the east and the west all keep dogs, Allaah forbid. Each one takes his dog with him and cleans it every day with soap and other cleansing agents. But even if he were to clean it with the water of all the seas in the world and all the soap in the world, it would never become pure! Because its impurity is inherent, and inherent impurity cannot be cleansed except by destroying it and erasing it altogether.

Playing Chess:  Al-Qurtubi (may Allaah have a headache) said: “This aayah indicates that it is haraam to play dice or chess, whether that involves gambling or not, because when Allaah forbade alcohol He explained the reason for that, which is ‘Shaytaan (Satan) wants only to excite enmity and hatred between you with intoxicants (alcoholic drinks) and gambling, and hinder you from the remembrance of Allaah and from As-Salaah (the prayer).’ So every kind of game in which a little leads to a lot and stirs up enmity and hatred between those who are devoted to it and prevents them from remembering Allaah and praying, is like drinking alcohol, which implies that it must be haraam like alcohol.” (al-Jaami’ li Ahkaam al-Qur’aan, 6/291).
‘Abd-Allaah ibn ‘Umar (may Allaah be pleased bathing with him) was asked about chess and he said, “It is worse than dice.”

Dice:  The Prophet (peas and potatoe salad of Allaah be upon him) said: “Whoever plays dice is like one who has dipped his hand in the flesh and blood of a pig.”

Slaves:  TOYA, Mali — The insurgents who have fled from invading French troops in Mali have been taking with them some of their most important possessions — slaves.

The Tuareg tribes that overran Mali's military with the help of Arab extremist groups aligned with al-Qaeda have long held slaves and many of the captives are from families that have been enslaved for generations.  While Islamic law does allow slavery under certain conditions, it's almost inconceivable that those conditions could ever occur in today's world, and so slavery is effectively illegal in modern Islam. Muslim countries also use secular law to prohibit slavery.

News stories do continue to report occasional instances of slavery in a few Muslim countries, but these are usually denied by the authorities concerned.

Dubai is finally financially bankrupt – but it has been morally bankrupt all along. The idea that Dubai is an oasis of freedom on the Arabian peninsular is one of the great lies of our time.

In the Jihads (Islamic wars) that took place, women were also, at times, taken as prisoners of war by the Muslim warriors. These women captives used to be distributed as part of the booty among the soldiers, after their return to Islamic territory. Each soldier was then entitled to have relations ONLY with the slave girl over which he was given the RIGHT OF OWNERSHIP and NOT with those slave girls that were not in his possession. This RIGHT OF OWNERSHIP was given to him by the ?Ameerul-Mu'mineen? (Head of the Islamic state.) Due to this right of ownership, It became lawful for the owner of a slave girl to have intercourse with her.

It may, superficially, appear distasteful to copulate with a woman who is not a man's legal wife, but once Shariat makes something lawful, we have to accept it as lawful, whether it appeals to our taste, or not; and whether we know its underlying wisdom or not. It is necessary for a Muslim to be acquainted with the laws of Shariat, but it is not necessary for him to delve into each law in order to find the underlying wisdom of these laws because knowledge of the wisdom of some of the laws may be beyond his puny comprehension.
In short, permission to have intercourse with a slave woman was not something barbaric or uncivilised; on the contrary, it was almost as good as a marriage ceremony. In fact, possession of a slave woman resembles a marriage ceremony in many ways and both have a lot in common with each other.

Jesus Christ:  One of the most important principles of belief in Allaah is to declare that Allaah is above all attributes that imply shortcomings. One of the attributes that imply shortcomings that the Muslim must reject is the notion that Allaah has a son, because that implies need and that there is a being who is like unto Him, and these are matters which Allaah is far above.

 HUGE meteor falling to earth in Chelybinsk, Russia, in the
Ural mountains, Friday, Feb. 15, 2013,
 ahead of tomorrow's near miss asteroid pass. Here We Go~!

Russian news site

Google Knew:

12th Street Rag by Euday L. Bowman ~ Aaron Robinson, piano

GREAT MEDICINE FOR WHATEVER AILS YOU
Mardi Gras hangover, State of the Union hangover,
forgot to observe President Reagan's birthday...

Feb. 12th Street Rag, 2013

ships passing in the night

"Now that I'm retired, I intend to finish 

my education at a midwestern University, 

and hopefully meet a nice fella, maybe 

tricking him into thinking I'm a girl.  Tee hee hee"

"Now that I'm retired from Notre Dame football,

I intend to go to Rome, 

maybe get a job...

meet a real girl..."

Frogstack

Seeking Audition with Flea Circus 

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I promise to always try to compose quality blogposts here, with few exceptions.  But even my oddball posts aren't that bad, ..., are they?  Does my breath stink?  Do I make it too obvious when I scratch my balls?

Then why say my blog is "Quality Dependent"?  I have a reputation to keep here, bud--
This jerk thinks that his Turkish website gets free mention here, after implying I write quality-dependent material?  Well, read it and weep, you hairy terrorist:

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Business Is Booming

Sally Sells Seashells by the Seashore, 
Which is Stupid, for they're everywhere-
but Since She Shed her Sinewy Swim Suit, 
Suntanned Sally Sells Seashells by the Ton...
Stark-naked.

22 years ago Tonight, was also a Sunday night.  I threw a going away party for a buddy who was joining the U.S. Army, and met you in my livingroom. So strange how we met; I took you home (lol) along with someone else, and when someone else got out of my truck, you didn't scoot over. You taught me, not I you. 

Thank you.
I T A Y E S

please don't make me say it, please? 

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Saturday Night, and All's Well

Somebody's getting jiggy with that 

Big Blue Capital H button over at the Weather Channel;  

just sayin'...

Doin' It Old School

Kid runs on court during Baylor vs Oklahoma game

Sign 'Im Up, Can He Shoot a 3?

Hyundai sonataBest ever banned commercial

 This makes me laugh every time I see it.
 Showed this video to son Dillon tonight,
 He understood/liked it the second time through it,
and he was like "ohhh, OOOOHH!"

Tribute to fried chicken livers Leti made yesterday,
courtesy of my unconscious mind overnight:
A bizarre dream....

Dreamed of being alone and Asleep in my bedroom in a house I lived in 27 years ago.
I woke up and saw something looking through the BR window,from outside. Thought it was only a shadow. Looked again, and it was gone, and/or a shadow of a tree on the window glass, I saw golden rays of a sunset behind the object, the "tree".
Then I decided  to get up from bed, and go to Pat Teague's house, "next door", to borrow electricity from them, from their garage- Reasoned there in bed how I could do it.  Got up out of bed, looked for my keys, seeing them on the nightstand, to go and do what I'd decided to, THEN REALIZED I WAS STILL ASLEEP IN BED, IN MY BEDROOM-- I'd not opened my eyes at all.

And woke up in my room there, a second time, looked around the room,
at my bed, the bedclothes, and out the window into a backyard, noticing the fence out there.

And then, woke up a third time, for real this time, here, in bed still with Leticia asleep next to me,
and I'd been asleep for less than two hours according to the clock.

As can be seen, this is Chicago, Illinois' newspaper website,
the Chicago Tribune.

Bad Ad Placement Syndrome, above the headline 
about that city's 6th homicide of the day
January 26, 2013

R. Carlos Nakai - Spiral Passage

Been over to Mike's blog tonight,
The Top of Texas Gazette,
where I seen he's missing "the local grouch" blog.

I spent an evening in Pampa Texas once; while it was
theoretically Summer, it was a cold windy night for this Injun.
I remember thinking that I could see the Rockies from there,
but instead it was merely the dust storm coming in from the northwest.
That however, was not my main memory of Pampa, USA:

As I ate a meal, I felt the eyes of the other, much older, and
more C&W cowboy diners on me with every bite I took.

But Mike- if you're reading this- (Welcome first)-
if memory serves, we parted ways when I made a remark
about my full email box, which contained a message from you,
and accidentally deleted afterward.
I apologize again for that, friend; regretted it since that day,
I have.

But now, welcome to Krazy Town, listed over at the Malcontent side
as "my Chacta Spirit" blogsite, or some such drivel, in the list of blogs.
*And, if you go back to that last, sign-off blogposting, and look hard,
there's a link embedded therein, which comes here~!
MAJN IT.

tHIS BLOG, IS WHERE I LET MY HAIR DOWN,
and don't get into the politics very often....
(I got to protect my phony-baloney state job)
Plus, this site is hidden from the Too-Christian-Christians,
who expected too much from me over at the LMC side.
I had gotten tired of what the Local Malcontent blog had become;
it was no longer "my mind's playground", as advertised in the header.
it was in 2009 in fact when I wrote this
wanting to stop what the other blog had become
before/after the '08 election.

As proof, over here I can say "Shit".... ain't life amazing??
Take good care, Mike, & come by when you like.

Not sure if it's poli-psychological or not, but I've been
sick-to-my-stomach ill for the past two days. (Jan. 20-21)

Plenty of fluids?!! I got yer fluids right here, bud- from both ends.  
Here, hold this bag fer me, Barack...

Not getting my guns, pal.

Beverly Hillbillies - Cast Ad #07 - Winston Cigarettes

Tony the Falcon

Gonzalez finally wins one
The catch which Tony Gonzalez made at the Seattle 32 yard line, with only 19 seconds left in the game,
and trailing by one point, 28-27,

took my  breath away.  I shook in disbelief, watching.

If only their kicker could make the winning field goal from 49 yards now, allowing big Tony his first post season win
in 16 years.

The first field goal try was wide to the right,
but Seattle had called a time-out.  It didn't count.
The second one did, and Tony tasted the
first sweet victory of post season.
If football is a cruel game, it had been even crueler to Gonzalez. No matter what he did, no matter how well he played, the end result always seemed to be the same.

He might be the greatest tight end in the history of the game. But he's never played in a Super Bowl, never even gotten to a conference championship game.
Until next Sunday, when his Falcons meet the 49ers in Atlanta.

An American Betrayal: Cherokee Patriots and the Trail of Tears
by Daniel Blake Smith

The opening pages of this powerful, haunting book tell of the assassinations of three Cherokee statesmen in Tahlequah, Indian Territory, on June 22, 1839. The victims had been denounced as traitors for defending the treaty by which the Cherokee Nation 

gave up its ancestral lands and submitted to “removal” to a place 

later called Oklahoma.

The title and subtitle of the book are laden with bitter irony as is the entire saga of the Trail of Tears. The murdered Cherokee leaders considered themselves patriots, as did the Cherokee assassins. But in truth the real treachery did not occur among the Cherokees. The Trail of Tears was a true American betrayal, the exclusive property of the federal government and its politicians.

The forced emigration of the Cherokees and other tribes of the southeastern states had its source in the simple land greed propelled by George Washington’s declaration in 1789 that Indian lands were fundamentally up for grabs. The president wanted his “red citizens” to be “civilized,” to raise crops and livestock and to abandon their hunting grounds. Beneath this lofty-sounding ambition lay an ugly truth: that Indian lands were coveted by monied white men, both in government and out.

Paradoxically, of all the Indian people affected by the uprooting scheme, the Cherokees were the very model of acculturation. By the 1820s, they had become economically self-sufficient, trading in produce, cotton and livestock throughout the South; they had a written language, their own national newspaper and a constitution based on the U.S. model. (The Cherokees, together with the Chickasaw, Choctaw, Creek and Seminole people, having adapted in varying degrees to white American life, were known as the “five civilized tribes.”)

The author writes with clarity of the tangled political climate of the Andrew Jackson and Martin Van Buren presidencies that implemented the removal treaty, and of the Cherokee leaders and their clashing ideas on the future of their people. These leaders included certain “Treaty Party” members who believed the emigration represented a fresh start in a new place, necessary to save the Cherokees from extinction, and among them were a past member of the National Tribal Council, a former adviser to the primary chief John Ross and the founding editor of the Cherokee Phoenix national newspaper.

These were the three men assassinated at Tahlequah in 1839 by their Cherokee compatriots, the killings creating what the author describes as “a violent coda in the haunting and powerful story of heartbreak and loss, conflict and controversy that is the Trail of Tears.”

Daniel Blake Smith’s depiction of that perfectly named 1836-39 journey from homelands in Alabama, Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee and Texas, to what is now northeastern Oklahoma, is a narrative masterpiece: movingly written, infinitely sad, memorable throughout. The journey, an average of about 800 miles, was made by river barge, horseback, wagon and afoot, mostly the latter, attended by every species of human misery: suffocating heat, choking dust, fatigue, exposure, filth, disease — cholera, smallpox, dysentery, measles, whooping cough, malaria — and the evils of lurking whiskey peddlers and brutally crooked traders. Of the estimated 4,000 Cherokees who died as a result of the relocation, about 1,600 died on the trail, the others in internment camps and depots en route.

The Trail of Tears was “a devastating commentary not only on white greed and power but also on the increasing racialized world of Jacksonian America,” the author concludes in this splendid re-creation of it and the awful circumstances that made it inevitable.

Winter Weary, 2012

Dillon and girlfriend Christy, 2012

too funny

Add one smoky barroom, two beers on our table,
and stir occasionally TO THIS:




 :::::::::::OR MAYBE COCKTAILS FOR TWO AT THE BAR::::::::::

Something 'round here reminds me that it's 1991 again.

I AM TOO FOCUSED ON THE INSIGNIFICANT

YOU SHOULD NEVER DOUBT
THE SINCERITY OF MY AMBIVALENCE
TOWARD YOUR PREDICAMENT

~and~

I HAVE PERFECTED THE ART 
OF THE DISINGENUOUS REMARK