The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Don't bogart that joint, Habib!

    By jollyroger on Sun, 04/22/2012 - 5:57pm |

    Shocking numbers from Afghanistan, show just how wide is the gulf between our GI's and their Afghan "partners"

     

    With hundreds of thousands of troops passing through the country between Jan 2010 and December 2011, only 30 Americans managed to hook-up with that fine Mazar-i-Sharif hash.

     

    A piddling 26 were helped to "get well" by friendly afghan opiate dealers.

     

    26!  In two years!  Where they grow the stuff!

     

    Famously, the Afghan National Army recruits being trained by our troops are stoned all the time.

     

    Well, share that shit, pal, or we are outta here!

    Comments


    by cmaukonen on Sun, 04/22/2012 - 10:54pm

    Perhaps something more contemporary...


    by jollyroger on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 3:35am

    I heard Paxton perform live two nights ago. Still wearing that same cap!


    by acanuck on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 1:13pm

    That's cool as shit.

    Oddly, no youtube of this, so appropos of ?our topic...


    by jollyroger on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 4:11pm

    Wait, what?  That other  topic?  I musta gotten into that  milk of mazar...


    by jollyroger on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 4:14pm

    From Howie Klein: "The only part of the discussion of Afghan policy more awkwardly missing from the calculations that there is no Afghanistan, is that all the men there -- yes, all of them -- are stoned all day, every day on the strongest hash (much of it opiated) on God's earth. "

    http://www.huffi $60ngtonpost.com/howie-klein/alan-grayson-on-afghanist_b_315087.html

     

    Is this difficult for a $700 billion a year Defense Department to figure out?


    by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 12:22pm

    Yes, they're stoned all day, every day. (And who among us is not?)

    However, it does not seem to impair their *work ethic (!)

     

    *"The men worked like dogs for 15 hours during the day, partied for 5 after sunset, then slept the remaining four."


    by jollyroger on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 1:46pm

    I go flyin so high....when I'm stoned:

     


    by Richard Day on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 8:12pm

    I love me some Harry Chapin--however, we do not  call it "Frisco"


    by jollyroger on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 9:01pm

    Harry was transplanted from NYC.

    NYC aint worried about local dialects for chrissakes. ha


    by Richard Day on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 9:37pm

    Ahh, well, that explains it.

     

    The last cool person to say Frisco was Jack  Kerouac, but he gets a pass, cause, y'know, Kerouac..


    by jollyroger on Mon, 04/23/2012 - 9:44pm

     

    1. And Jack say, all you need to do/have/be is:
    2. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
    3. Submissive to everything, open, listening
    4. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
    5. Be in love with yr life
    6. Something that you feel will find its own form
    7. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
    8. Blow as deep as you want to blow
    9. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
    10. The unspeakable visions of the individual
    11. No time for poetry but exactly what is
    12. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
    13. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
    14. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
    15. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
    16. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
    17. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
    18. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
    19. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
    20. Accept loss forever
    21. Believe in the holy contour of life
    22. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
    23. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
    24. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
    25. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
    26. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
    27. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
    28. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
    29. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
    30. You’re a Genius all the time
    31.  

    by Qnonymous (not verified) on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 7:59pm

    wild typewritten pages ​page

    There, fixed it for you-Jack didn't like to (slow down to) change paper so he glued a stone age dot matrix scroll together for On The Road.

    Otherwise, perfect.

     


    by jollyroger on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 8:39pm

    I am crying; no kidding!

    Such a puss!

    Damn Twitter.

    Q, I hereby give unto you the Dayly Comment of the Day for this here Dagblog Site given to all of you from all of me!

    Damn!

    She said how are you Harry?

    Damn.

    FUCK THAT!

    I hereby give Q, or unto Q the Dayly Comment of the Year given to all of him from all of MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

    DAMN!

     


    by Richard Day on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 9:04pm

    Kerouac knew what he was talking about eh? Those were his rules for writing (though I messed up the numbers, and left one out.) Seriously though Dick, aren't they amazing? Look at these:

    No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

    Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better

    ​And then he says.... Try to never get drunk outside yr own house!!

     


    by Qnonymous (not verified) on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 10:45pm

    I thought it was another contemporaneous message from him (talk about your disembodied poets) like the email that Jerry Cimino got during the founding of the Beat Museum in San Fran

     

    The Five Revealed Rules of the Road (heyjerrydigthis)

    I ran into Calliope last night, the old pus-ridden hag,

    And while I tied her off She sang The Apollonian Christ

    Whose messenger and muse she is.

     

    And while she poked around to find a vein,

    She sang you My Receiver,

    She said you had the hands and moves—(go figure!)

    She said you'd never drop the ball.

     

    And just before the speedball hit,

    She sang to me these rules:

     

    Move quicker

    Think faster

    Love sooner

    Be truer

    Watch out for each other, especially the kids..

     

    So there you have it Jer-

    (I see what I like and I like what I see.)

    Go teach transformative declamation

    The mantric force of poetry, the power of the blues

    Teach Christos Apollonari (Translation, courtesy Jack Hirschman)

    Go long, brotherman, go long.

    I'll meet you in the end zone and we'll flare one there together.

     

    The odd thing is, if you knew Jerry, he was nobody's wide receiver, altho wide at the time.


    by jollyroger on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 10:57pm

    Sometimes, just sometimes....

    I think there is truth!

    And then I am stricken, I am paralyzed, and I am pure?

    I have no idea what this means.

    I just feel it from time to time!


    by Richard Day on Wed, 04/25/2012 - 10:55pm