January 30, 2013

Kid runs on court during Baylor vs Oklahoma game




Sign 'Im Up, Can He Shoot a 3?

January 29, 2013

Hyundai sonata
Best 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!"

January 27, 2013

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

January 24, 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.

January 21, 2013

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...

January 17, 2013








Not getting my guns, pal.











January 13, 2013

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.

January 12, 2013


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.

January 11, 2013


Winter Weary, 2012

January 10, 2013


Dillon and girlfriend Christy, 2012

January 8, 2013


too funny


January 7, 2013

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.


January 4, 2013

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