rhetoricpig

Who'sa bammer?

2006-07-15T17:26:00.000-07:00

A comic book, Bear #1 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0ZZDWO9M
Yep.
And here's a tune: Too Short - Burn Rubber mixed by B. Cause & Ross Hogg http://www.megaupload.com/?d=9RFH7P68

Here's a link to download the comic book reader I use. Here's the site.

I'm unwilling to pop and lock some rhetoric for ya' this moment.

I'm probably playing here right now.

Portents are good.

2006-07-15T00:27:00.000-07:00

I may be back.

2006-07-04T22:19:00.000-07:00

Rhetoricpig the blog is defunct but...

The fact that you are requesting one of the best dance songs ever caught my fancy, so here...

Sleeze Brothers Robocop Instrumental - http://rapidshare.de/files/24976376/robocop_instrumental.mp3.html

Sleeze Bothers Robocop - http://rapidshare.de/files/24976558/robocop.mp3.html

West Coast Crew Jailbait - http://rapidshare.de/files/24976730/jail_bait.mp3.html

Rodney O & Joe Cooley Let's Have Some Fun - http://rapidshare.de/files/24977467/let_s_have_some_fun.mp3.html

Rodney O & Joe Cooley Cooley High - http://rapidshare.de/files/24977343/cooley_high.mp3.html

LeJuan Love My Harcore Rhymes - http://rapidshare.de/files/24977641/my_hardcore_rhymes.mp3.html

LeJuan Love Everybody Say Yeah - http://rapidshare.de/files/24977159/everybody_say_yeah.mp3.html

The Lover II Terminator Radio Edit - http://rapidshare.de/files/24977782/terminator_radio_edit.mp3

The Lover II Terminator Pain Mix - http://rapidshare.de/files/24977979/terminator_pain_mix.mp3

Let me know what you think.
Or if you want more :)
Dylan - dylanmiller@yahoo.com

Why I am not a revolutionary.

2005-07-28T19:09:00.000-07:00

My head is full of blood. I am fast becoming a fan of the French Revolution.

(CHOP) Next! (CHOP) Next! (CHOP) Next! (CHOP)

Oops, that's a bit sterile, imagine much poking and jeering and hopefully some trembling, prolapsing, and succinct psychological needling.

Overheard conversation:

This is shit! The slavin' business is done, what with all these laws and whiners!

I need a new line... now. Any ideas?

Yea. I know we have a number of ins with the navy at this table, howzabout this... now listen. With the help of them navy boys and their little boats we force our way into Chinese harbors, set up some factories inland, man'em with some little yellow slaves and then ship the shit to England and make a killing. Huh?

Make what? Ship what?

Opium.

Who cares? Only that the 'killing' thus made supplied the funds for quite a few ventures. A number of prominent universities; Columbia, Princeton, Yale. A couple companies ya' might've heard of; Bell Telephone and United Fruit Company, I like Hawaii. And some presidents; FDR and the Bushes to name a few.

If the money was in fresh pre-pubescent pituitary glands they'd be farming kids and not pumping oil.
(CHOP)
Info about Bin Laden heroin here.
mp3-Puff the Magic Dragon - Peter, Paul and Mary (so slow)

Howdy, Sis Cow,

2005-07-25T10:21:00.000-07:00

W'y, howdy, Brer Rabbit,
How you find yo'se'f deze days, Sis Cow?
I'm sorter toler'ble, Brer Rabbit, how you come on?
Oh, I'm des toler'ble myse'f, Sis Cow; sorter lingerin' twix' a bauk en a breakdown.

Rhetoricpig is like these lords of sky and cloud,
Who ride the storm and mock the bow's taut strings,
Exiled on earth amid a jeering crowd,
Prisoned and palsied by his giant wings.

I'm definitely palsied at times. 'Tanks Baudelaire's Albatrossess and his effort...

To make the world less hideous and Time less grim.

Jorge Luis Borges published El Libro de Arena in 1971. Translated as The Book of Sand , Borges details the beautiful abomination known as The Sect of the Thirty.

The intentional actors were only two - the Redeemer and Judas. The latter cast down the thirty pieces of silver that were the price of Salvation and went and hanged himself. At the time, like the Son of Man, he was thirty-three years old. The sect worships them equally and absolves all the others. There is no one culprit. Everyone, unwitting or not, is an agent in the scheme laid down by Divine Wisdom. All of them now share the Glory.

More Borges.

I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.

Or as MilliVanilli said:

Blame it on the rain. Ya' gotta blame it on something.

Yes. I'm a fan.

Damn this is tiny. A bit of Flor Silvestre, director Emilio Fernandez, cinematogapher Gabriel Figueroa, 1943. site

Look what I found.

2005-07-23T17:00:00.000-07:00

I found this in a bargain pile at my fave bookshop. The title is On Assassination, author H. H. A. Cooper, isbn 0-87364-290-2. With chapter titles like Methods and Means, Natural Death by Unnatural Means, and Facing the Assassin's Challenge, the book is interesting in its own right. But the inscription is special. In black ink is written, I quote:

6-19-94
DEAR MIKE-
AN INVESTMENT IN yOUR CAREER,
A PLEASURABLE DIVERTISSEMENT,
A BELATED BIRTHDAy GIFT-
ALL THESE IN ONE SMALL VOLUME-
yOU GOTTA LOVE IT-
O.J. SIMPSON

Interesting, no? I also found an unpublished and unfinished post. Here goes:

Title: G'day.
Mp3s-David Rovics- Tsunami, Falluja and After We Torture Our Prisoners, site

Y'like empathy, ay? I have a hard enough time with my own pain. Let alone that of the clubbed seals, mutilated prepubescent imprisoned prostitutes, gang-pressed African children forced to kill their own parents, or babies born without faces, let alone your every-minute rape, incest, or mouthful of broken teeth.

Let's finish that unfinished post. ...of broken teeth. And they lived happily ever after. That sucks. How about this. ...of broken teeth. And broken hearts. The dawn spreads its light like a broken yolk. Hunh?! Okay, here: ...of broken teeth. I'm so sorry, where'd I leave my comedy?
Yea, where?

As Philip Wylie says in Generation of Vipers, for want of self-reflection, revolution, and improvement how about...

One last danse macabre-with the machine, man, and man a prostitute of the embracing steel?

I agree. But not for me and mine. For them love and honesty.

This pig's head is full of hate. Somebody please, set me straight.

2005-07-23T10:50:00.000-07:00

Bin Laden - Immortal Technique and Mos Def, produced by Green Lantern. site

Hey, long time no poke with a stick.

Uranium.

US military prisons are manned by National Guard whose civilian job is guarding US prisoners. Coincidence? No, that's the the fuckin' reason for a lot of what goes on. Hang a man by his arms and spend days having the squad turn his lower half into a bag of mush. WITH PUNCHES. He died of an embolism. He was a cabbie.

Uranium. Shit, I look to the future and little piglets and wonder if Los Angeles is 'clean' enough for breeding.

Okay, so there's some outrage that my more traditionally left readers might share. Now for the glue. Let's start slow.

JFK's joint chiefs of staff unanimously signed off on Operation Northwoods. Hijack US airliners, blow up buildings, snipe pedestrians, blame Cuba. And while JFK really liked big, long nukes, he wasn't down with the false-flags.
JFK assassination, pshaw that's just royal court intrigue.

I sicken myself. I reel and feel far away from Poppa. I want in the game!

Naaah.

RFK.
MLK.
But that is still killing power. What about butchering the weak?

Oklahoma City. One thing, the truck-bomb, the one parked in front, the one that blew out half of the building, the only bomb, that truck-bomb left a rather puny crater, about a foot and a half deep and 10-15 feet diameter. And the ATF guys telling people, on video, that they were paged not to come into work. And the guys with duffel bags full of blue jogging suits and explosives, and the Federal demands for their release.

And the first Twin Towers bombing. "But you said this was a sting, what the fuck is up with the real explosives?!", "JUST DO IT." They were supposed to park the van next to the column, not twelve feet away.

The BBC said it was astounding that MI-5 and 6 had training exercises concerning multiple transit bombings in the exact same places as the real bombings and at the same time. Whoa, that is astounding.

No independent reporter has been able to prove that Zacharias Moussaoui (the Decapitator) hasn't been dead for a number of years.
But that would mean... those videos... Daniel Pearl... really wet teams... aaieeee!

Does Dear Reader recognize the wrestling-match between me and my shame-faced submergence in conspiracy theory? Fuck you, Dear Reader!

Sorry, I try not to externalize my pain anymore.

How abouts I publish now and get back to you in sooner than 50 days. The pic is Labisse's Secretoises or is it Cretoises?

Yay! The French reject something, tons upset!

2005-05-30T23:17:00.000-07:00

Wylin Out- Mos Def and Divers
A Joy- Four Tet, brand spankin' new baby!

Why does rhetoricpig find destruction interesting: war, natural disasters, fascist presidents and John Bolton as UN rep are all entertaining as long as I don't have to look at the pics of any sobbing victims' family members?

Rhetoricpig feels that John Bolton getting that job may be the best thing that could happen. His statements about American hegemony and efficacy are the closest to the truth I've heard from a high-level official. Shite, his statements give the hollerin' progressive left a run for their money when it comes to characterizing the establishment as completely amoral!

And this ain't a Bush thing, the men in the rears have just gotten antsy for action.

My top five list of Cthulhu Mythos writers, 1 is best, I invite critique:

1 Ramsey Campbell
2 Brian Lumley (early Lumley)
3 Henry Kuttner
4 Robert E. Howard
5 Clark Ashton Smith

HPL's name for Smith was Klarkash Ton

Sitting ducks: two men, three triple-aught rounds close in.

2005-05-28T17:09:00.000-07:00

Aesop Rock- Food, Clothes, Medicine
Leonard Cohen- One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
Biz Markie and Big Daddy Kane- Freestyle Boxin'
Aphex Twin- Pikachu Mutha Fucka
Rodney O and Joe Cooley- Let's Have Some Fun

Not this pig's words for the most. James Ellroy and CS Lewis take up the slack.

The two blew up; glass and blood covered three more men inching along the wall. Rhetoricpig leaped, hit the ground, fired at three sets of legs pressed together; his free hand flailed, caught a revolver off a dead man's waistband.
Shrieks from the courtyard; running feet on gravel. Rhetoricpig dropped the shotgun, stumbled to the wall. Over to the men, tasting blood, point-blank head shots.
Thumps in the room; two rifles in grabbing range. Rhetoricpig yelled,"We got him!," heard answering woops, saw arms and legs coming out the window. He picked up the closest piece and let fly, full automatic: trapped targets, plaster chips exploding, dry wood igniting.
Over the bodies, into the room.

"If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair", Elvis as demonologist?

Coryphantha macromeris

Is a small cactus that grow in shapes similar to a brain mass of twisted convolutions (really?). It contains macromerine an analogue of mescaline and is still used as a ritual sacred hallucinogen. It was used in Europe as a cosmetic to dilate the pupils and make women appear more attractive to men. Its more potent use was in a flying ointment applied to a broom handle and put up the vagina and rectum to produce the classic picture of a witch flying on her broom.

I have to comment upon those 12-century ladies trippin' balls to beautify their pupils. Botox eat your heart out. And what's a 'flying ointment'?

Meanwhile, I have you to settle with. Most truly do I sign myself
Your increasingly ravenously affectionate uncle
Screwtape, I mean rhetoricpig

Me begging for comments and havin' my ish busted is tres lame, not ironic.

2005-05-25T18:12:00.000-07:00

Ain't It Fun - Rocket From The Tombs

Todays' mythos god is Abhoth- father/mother of all cosmic uncleanliness

"...eternally carries on its repugnant fission"

Pigthulhu rises!

2005-05-24T17:33:00.000-07:00

Mr. Oizo- Monophonic Shit and Smoking Tape
David Rovics- After We Torture Our Prisoners and Tsunami
Roots Manuva- Too Cold

My brother didn't get sent to prison... but the final court date is still to come. My projects and finals are just about done. I have yet to actually strike in anger any primary school children. And I've taken up drinking, again.

While not a fan of Bill Moyers or issue-oriented get-togethers, or even quotations from excessively rich texts like 1984, while not a fan of all that, I was struck and have been thinking about a bit of Moyers' talk at the Indymedia conference a couple weekends ago. The bit is this, 'Smith, a worker on the Newspeak dictionary project, is speaking to Winston, our protaganist, 'Don't you see, Winston, that the purpose of Newspeak is to reduce, to reduce the number of available concepts? To reduce thought. Don't you see that by 2050 there won't be a man or woman alive who can understand the conversation we're having right now?'

I maimed that paraphrasing but the first thing of incidence is the lack of an exception for the leaders, no exception for Big Brother in the above, the elite degrade likewise.

On a tangential note, do ya' think the children of the world-ruling elite, and thus the future world-ruling elite, osmose a level of knowledge and understanding unattained by the vast plebian masses?

On a maybe-tangential note, is the idea of a social contract the biggest wool ever pulled over the eyes of the common man?

Back to the degradation of thought. This ain't no future thang, nor a Bush spoil, this is the passed past. I was reading some Arthur Machen, specifically The White People and The Great God Pan,1895,1906. Mr. Machen has a wonderfully resolute and definite style. But this fogey leads by example, his secrets are his and his themes are not statements of themes but emotions and experiences, as inveigling as a coffin worm and as much of the solid ground as a butterfly or that poet, the albatross.

Or take George Herriman's Krazy Kat & Ignatz, this canon of anarchic formalism had a home in most funny pages of the thirties, nor was it lonely, Outfcault's Yellow Kid preceded it by 35 years, even Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, the HeeHaw of it's day, puts any modern sitcom to shame for its mass-media presentation of experimental formalism.

Leave me a comment and it'll be less than a month afore my next oinks.

If you use either of these phrases you're a cunty liar or retarded; postmodern people, expropriation.

2005-04-20T23:47:00.000-07:00

There was a convivial duck
Whom socially down on his luck
Said I'm bound by these morals
But I'm ace with the orals
So we must sixty-nine first then fuck

mp3s-
Gravediggaz- Defective Trip(Trippin')
Schneider TM- Reality Check and Frogtoise
Prefuse 73- Detchibe
Barry White- It's Ecstasy When You Lay Down Next To Me

RHETORICPIG aka Sheetcha Dross aka Le Sportif Naste aka The White Devil

2005-04-14T21:13:00.000-07:00

mp3s: Go Junior, Go Senior-Junior Senior
Mucha Muchacha-Jose Esquivel
Hell Is For Children-Pat Benatar
Verbal-Amon Tobin

When REM hits do ya' get bits of baby-slice sacrifice
And not mind? Do you happily find
Harried mercenary missions in dream frissons?

Then holla at the moon!

My Kalishnakov's sawn-off
And I run on all fours.

Holla at the sun,
Look it dead in the eye and deaden your eye.

My Kalishnakov's busted an' broke,
But 'tis true,
That when I can walk when I dream,
That I lope.

Like a bone, my skinny ends in the middle.

2005-04-07T16:36:00.000-07:00

mp3s
Maxine- Ghostface Killah
The Distorted C (All We Want)- Fun-Da-Mental
White Boy(Dance Mix)- Culture Club-"you're white, dance like an enemy"
Loaded- Primal Scream

I'm taking a teaching social studies class. That abbreviates to SS. As does Social Security. SS. Lest we forget the Schutzstaffel, the bad SS.

Today's 'ess-ess' is of the personal retirement type. But quick, here we go. Social Security is about 6.5 percent of payroll taxes. Bush and Dick say 'we are only proposing an allocation of 4.2 percent of that 6.5.' Note the unambiguous 'only'. 4.2 percent of 6.5 percent is point 273 percent, that is a number belonging in a sentence modified with the word 'only'. On the other hand what percent is the '4.2 percent of that 6.5'? Approximately 65%, a number which would make the above 'only' statement the most bald-faced, disingenuous, and fucking wrong piece of shit on ice.

I... wonder, wonder... who-ooo, who wrote The Book of Love.

That's hexod's pic of a Hollywood standard. Here's to each and every person who has eaten one of those while waiting in line for a club and an hour later wondered if they ate dog. No, really, they're delicious.

I'll cut off an ear so's you listen better.

2005-04-02T14:28:00.000-08:00

mp3s- Sunshowers- new M.I.A.
N.Y. Electric (Hunter interlude)- Aesop Rock
Sexy Plexi- Jack Johnson
La Reina Del Baile- ABBA

My precision's an incision made with a spoon, sharpened to shear atoms on the floor of this room.
Or not.
An incision's an incision. That's my notion of affective precision. A decision's a decision, effective or not.

The painting is 'The Raspberry Tree' by Omar Rayyan.

I'll give you some effin' phrenology!

2005-03-21T17:22:00.000-08:00

Hey lumpy, long time, no hose.

mp3s-Atmosphere-Multiples Reprise(remix)
Black Flag-Shed Reading(Ratticus Norvegicus)
Justice Vs. Simian-Never Be Alone-thanks to the seemingly abandoned Lickety Spit
Helge Schneider-We Gotta Rock, We Gotta Roll

My beard is long, as are my nails. I've eaten all the rats. My cell is deep. My beard is long. I'm full of rot. I ate a rock. I whistle when I talk. My eyes are weak, as is my skin. I nary feel a tear.

In honor of the upcoming death of the burgeoning activist movement here is a jpeg of an r. piggy original, March On Washington. Aww, whadaya mean death?! I'll explain at my leisure, keep your panties held.

POP THAT...

2005-03-19T14:06:00.000-08:00

No big ups to the sloppy, slimy hooers, whores, and howzats.
Anyvays...
How ya' been? Enough of this gladhanding Spanky, it's music then Bush.

Sage Francis-Dance Monkey
Mercyful Fate-A Corpse Without A Soul
The 5.6.7.8's-Bomb The Twist
BoxCar Willie-Whiteline Fever
Kid Koala-A Night At The Nufonia
Awesome found pic courtesy of hexod.us, I hope he don't mind the bitin'.

Bush, the president not the vagina, has been a-blowin' my mind. First, the social security thing's a smoke screen, the only thing aside from that which has breached the news cycle has been frivolous male-escort-reporter stories and Bush's FUCKING ASTOUNDING appointments. But more on the appointments momentarily. What hasn't been news? Drilling in Anwar hasn't been news, Bush signing off on the hunting of the last herds of wild horses hasn't been news(dogfood?), the reinstatement of baby seal clubbing season in Canada, not news, Haiti, nope, all the weird shit about abstinence education and giving religious organizations exemptions from antidiscrimination laws, none of it's been news.

Okay, on we mush, my pack-herd of curs. I've got a rather unpleasant but accurate take on the public's receptiveness to the SS plan.

First nobody's buying it, Bush's is getting his first (aside from the WMDs) large public failure. Don't tell me Iraq is a failure, we're talking about Bush's wants not yours. So this huge red fifty million plus mass of fools that everybody's been mocking and hating as idiots and dupes for reelecting the man are smart enough to know when someone's hand is in their pocket. Meaning; declaring war, bombing people, having an authoritarian leader, and all sorts of other fun shit is just a part of the game or play that people want to be immersed in. But, and it's a big ole but, but the people are conscious enough to not buy a Big Lie about their retirement fund. Gives new depth to the previous piggy proclamation that Americans don't care.

John Negroponte to head the intelligence community! Was Dr. No and his cat busy? For all you ignoramuses, John Negroponte looks like a bull who's body has revolted against the steroid treatments and is now cancerously growing fat, and said bull is stuffed uncermoniously into a happy-undertaker suit with a bolo tie and sent to South America to start death squads to kill nuns and kids and do other necessary evils.

John Bolton as US rep to the UN? That Bush is such a card! Mr. Bolton has said that the UN doesn't exist, that it is a figment whose only utility is to be used for aesthetic efficacy by the US, he has publicly declared all treaties null and void in the face of America's awesome wants and power. He said, I'm paraphrasing, 'If the top five floors of the UN were spontaneously destroyed it wouldn't be a loss.'

Paul Wolfowitz appointed as head of the world bank. Henh. My facts are a bit sparse, but suffice to say Paul has repeatedly questioned the existence of the world bank. Again, for the ignorant, Wolfowitz is the head architect of the current American foreign policy and philosophy; that America's status as the world's sole superpower must be protected with force(nobody else can come on up, goddamnit!) But nobody's questioning that the World Bank and it's, hehn, leader have access to a galactic amount of cash.

Makes Condoleeza, Chertoff, and Gonzales seem like downright sensible choices, ay? Just wait for His Honorable Chief Justice John Ashcroft.

LAMEST POST EVER!!!, part deux.

2005-03-01T15:39:00.002-08:00

Never mind these fine mp3s. Stevie Wonder sings Bang! Bang!. Two versions of Skinny Puppy's Stairs And Flowers, Stairs And Flowers (Too Far Gone), and Stairs And Flowers (Def Wish Mix). From General Patton and the X-Ecutioners here's two, X-Men Doctrine and Declaration, and General P. Counterintelligence. Enjoy.

To really prove my blogging apathy here's a list of piggy's current reads.

Lords of Chaos: The Bloody Rise of the Satanic Metal Underground - Didrik S0derlind
Maldoror - Comte. de Lautremont. Late 1800's, eating live babies...
The View From Hell - John Shirley. Gratuitous.
Photoshop Visual Jumpstart - Richard Schrand
La Llamada de Cthulhu y Otros Cuentos - H.P. Lovecraft
A People's History of the United States - Howard Zinn. Whiners! 'Ehhhn, quit enslaving me!'
After Shocks: An Anthology of So-Cal Horror
Krazy & Ignatz 1925-1926 - George Herriman. If you were here I'd brick you baby.
Brian Lumley's Freaks - Brian Lumley
The Steel Breakfast Era - Carlton Mellick III

And I just finished these three, they wish to be mentioned.
Until She Sleeps - Tim Lebbon, horror, kids, nightmares, Lebbon can seem banal but he pulls no punches.
Monstrocity - Jeffrey Thomas
The Decadent Return of the Hi-fi Queen and Her Embryonic Reptile Infection - Simon Logan

Aren't I cool?

!!!WORST POST EVER!!!

John Travolta sings.

2005-02-23T23:05:00.000-08:00

Sandy.

Not this pig's words today.

2005-02-22T16:48:00.000-08:00

mp3s, Emergency Stopover from the Assault on Precinct 13 soundtrack (the original foo'!), Hall of Heads by They Might Be Giants, and The Candy Song by Masters Of Reality, God they're good!

Rather here are a few excerpts from the Project for a New American Century's January 28th Letter to Congress on Increasing U.S. Ground Forces. PNAC'S not conspiracy theory, they're just some serious movers and shakers. And they are not just Republican. Here goes.

Dear Senator Frist, Senator Reid, Speaker Hastert, and Representative Pelosi:

The United States military is too small for the responsibilities we are asking it to assume. Those responsibilities are real and important. They are not going away. The United States will not and should not become less engaged in the world in the years to come.

And.

... it is our judgment that we should aim for an increase in the active duty Army and Marine Corps, together, of at least 25,000 troops each year over the next several years.

Wow! And.

Yet after almost two years in Iraq and almost three years in Afghanistan, it should be evident that our engagement in the greater Middle East is truly, in Condoleezza Rice's term, a "generational commitment."

Um, okay.

This nation can afford a robust defense posture along with a strong fiscal posture. And we can afford both the necessary number of ground troops and what is needed for transformation of the military.

Go on.

We do not propose returning to a Cold War-size or shape force structure. We do insist that we act responsibly to create the military we need to fight the war on terror and fulfill our other responsibilities around the world.

You're very pushy. Finally.

You will be serving your country well if you insist on providing the military manpower we need to meet America's obligations, and to help ensure success in carrying out our foreign policy objectives in a dangerous, but also hopeful, world.

Respectfully,

rhetoricpig
For the whole letter and list of signatories, go here.

Weekly bacon report: week one.

2005-02-20T18:46:00.000-08:00

Mp3 baby, YEAH, mpTHREE! Battle Hymn of the Technics Republic by General Patton vs. The X-Ecutioners. Flyawy Love Pt. 2 by Armand Van Helden. Ain't It Fun by Rocket From the Tomb. Ain't It Fun by Guns 'n' Roses. Rhetoricpig in the past, like his cloven namesake, has had a cathartic relationship with shit, thus r.piggy having seen Blair Witch 2 - Book of Shadows, four+ dozen times. From that wonderful piece of crap here's The Queens of the Stone-Age with Feel Good Hit of the Summer. And, quit lookin' at my dick! here's Cold Blooded by Rick James.

Our first bacon report begins with a particularly vexing pair of specimens. Large, inconsistent, overly fatty, but still possessed of a high-quality meat and cure. This bacon in general is apt to be cured to the maximum extreme rather than the minimum. I appreciate this and the small strip of like meat was savored as could be. An offensively large strip of fat I ripped to bits and added to my meal (maybe it would've been good in my coffee?). All in all on a still-nascent one through five bacon report scale this was a three. Keep in mind, this is a connoiseur's scale. Most if not all fast-food bacon would rank a zero, IHOP, Denny's and other nothin' bacons would rank a one. Two'n up are quality pork.

It ain't easy bein' greeen.

2005-02-15T18:47:00.000-08:00

Today's mp3s are Too Much Love by LCD Soundsystem, Attitude by The Misfits, Cold Beverage by G Love and Special Sauce, A Little Is Enough by Pete Townshend and Raphael Rudd, and I Got a Bag of My Own by James Brown.

Fuckin' rhetoricpig's had a week or two. Lotsa school, the work type and the class type. Having special-needs preschoolers sneeze in your face can get old. I left my house. I went dancing. I talked to people at work and a couple of truly gorgeous girls, one an old friend I contacted, yes, I used to have friends. Did I mention I left my room?
Man, I feel like the sword of Damocles is always over this pig's head, or for the plebes, ya'know the wizard Shazam that gives Billy Batson his powers and he has this big stone throne and over it, hanging by a thread, is a huge stone block, like that. Though my problem's not when I'm on the throne.
Sometimes rhetoricpig fancies living in one of those 'group' homes, not the ones where they take you on trips to the store, but one that lets you walk to the store on your own. Yea.

I know I can bounce around and have some semblance of fun by using mania and too many drugs. But, I've decided not to do that anymore. I also know that growth takes place in the company of discomfort, translated for our librarian friend Nichole as 'the zone of proximal development'. I've also been more grounded, calm, and centered (take your pick) the last weeks... so I had to contact the girl that makes me the opposite of those things more than anybody.

The photo's somethin' I tweaked, original by Hexod.

A brief summary of current and realistically likely space weapons would include:

2005-02-09T23:49:00.000-08:00

My mp3 for you is Vapona, Not Glue by Aksak Maboul '77.

- Hypervelocity Rod Bundles: Bundles of Tungsten Rods fired from orbiting platforms at a moment's notice toward earth at 3,700 meters per second, accurate to a range of 8 meters and able to destroy even the most hardened target.

Ooooooh, so cool! But this doesn't mention their far and away unmatched ground-penetrating ability. Earthquake? But man, there's some fuckin' functional aesthetics for ya'!

HELLO?! These songs deserved comments, sho' nuff.

2005-02-08T18:23:00.000-08:00

One fresh mp3, weenies- AC/DC -What's Next To The Moon.

Metallica's Last Caress definitely deserved a comment. If you're not a metal fan, listen to the first 30 seconds for sheer lyrical prowess.

I thought David Bowie singing with Trent Reznor was worth a comment. But whatever.

And Harry Nilsson's The Game and Poli High absolutely cry out with earnest desire for your comment.

ZAGER AND EVANS = NO COMMENT?????????

A country named Irab?

2005-02-06T18:54:00.000-08:00

mp3s- #9 and #10 from Tony, Toni, Tone's Sons of Soul, Gangsta Groove, Tonyies! In the Wrong Key. The Game and Poli High from Harry Nilsson's The Point. Here's Vic Damone's (not that Vic Damone's) Hot and Wet. Don't forget me bitches! Here's LCD Soundsystem giving you Thrills and Disco Infiltrator. Ho ho ho.

So it would seem I'm the only person that remembers seeing Firestarter or JFK or D.A.R.Y.L. or American Ninja or Rambo one, two, or three. I say this because these fine movies taught me at a young age to assume the worst about governments and power in general. So it takes somethin' to surprise me.

IRAN?! Sure, they don't know how to build a house properly, (the Bam earthquake'03 killed forty thousand due to the prevalence of large brick roofs atop wooden structures), but, DAMN, Iran is real big!

Rumsfeld is fucking awesome, lightning guns, super-ecstasy bombs, burrowing nukes and mini-nukes, LSD experiments, and robots with flags on their foreheads which will fight on long after all life is gone, all these are real projects that our fucking awesome defense secretary has proposed or run during his last 300 years as a liege of the dark. I made up the number 300 and that part about the flags. But the rest is true, we DO have a sci-fi fuck, comic book killer, cacklin' mad scientist runnin' things, controlling money and destructive power which would better be likened to the realm of stars. Personally, gives me a warmer feeling than one might assume. Luke.

As one of the Army's commanders you are at the forefront of the drive to stamp out alcohol and drug misuse in the Service.

I'm not one to assume sloppiness or ineptitude on the part of the US administration. I think most of their 'mistakes' are wholly purposeful, oops, my immigration plan didn't pass, oops, I've got no 'exit' plan, oops, I'm not gonna ban abortion, oops...

But I've yet to recognize the solid-footing of this 'oops'. It looks like the Iranian born and loyal head honcho Al- Sistani (or whatever) is gonna beat our man Allawi (or whatever). This seems like a sophmoric screw-up, maybe Bush believes in democracy. Howard Zinn doesn't think so.

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