SATAN

I yam what I yam  

                       God (Genesis)

I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam.

                       Popeye (Cartoon Network)

We are all just poor players who strut and fret our hour

Upon the stage....

                      William S. (Some play)

Where exactly am I and just how long will I be here?

Oh, and tear down that goddamn wall!!!

                      Ronald Reagan

THE PERSONA

Who are you? 

Some people think that the B-Movie is a dead animal. Imagine!! And what better genre could generate such wondrous dreams and aspirations? 

But, in fact, Bruce Campbell still lives!!!! Whether you are looking for a hear with a chain saw for an arm or just a plain old detective attempting to eke out a living in a black and white universe, Bruce is the man!!! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qoymGCDYzU

(No you idiots!! That's Glenn Campbell. I really do not think that Bruce can sing a whit.) 

I recently had the opportunity to view one of those classic movies that belongs in a B+ genre at least. It is entitled Bubba-Hotep and was distributed sometime in '03.  

Bruce plays an Elvis impersonator slowly losing his life force in some substandard nursing home. His best friends include the Lone Ranger (with mask as well as cap guns) and an African American who thinks he is JFK. 

Except we soon discover that Bruce really is an aging Elvis Presley who had changed places with an Elvis impersonator in order to flee from the perils of world wide fame. 

Now Campbell really looks like an aging Kurt Russell playing an Elvis impersonator, but this only adds to the ambiance of the piece.  

The plot involves some Egyptian Mummy dressed as a cowboy who haunts the halls of the rest home sucking the souls of the inmates almost every night. JFK is certain that the specter is Lyndon Johnson attempting to finish the job he started in '63 but Elvis convinces the former president that a more insidious force is at work here. 

This mummy seeks the oldsters as they sleep and accesses his spiritual sustenance by sucking on a certain orifice that is better left unnamed. 

                    Enema, enema where on earth did you gooooooooooooooooo?

                    Enema, enema, God why don't I know?

The final scene is gripping, indeed. With JFK in his electric wheel chair and Elvis on his walker, the two sacrifice themselves in order to kill this sinister being; thereby freeing the souls of all those remaining in the nursing home, to say nothing of their respective orifices.

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Once upon a time a short and disillusioned Texan who really did not believe that Negroes were human beings ran for Congress and even higher office.  He really believed that government should be small--very small. 

In fact, Ron Paul believed and still believes that our economy should be based upon the gold standard. He believes that there should be no unemployment insurance, no food stamps, no social security, no medicare, no welfare....in short, no nothing. The guy would vote against the national highway system for chrissakes. 

He believes these things so deeply that he named his son after a corporation. (Does anyone know if Rand has a sister named Sperry?) 

Now, most people construct personas. These 'masks' are just tools that humans use in an effort to procure what they think they want. Personas work both ways. They protect the individual's privacy so that the world will not know his true desires, his true thoughts, his true aims in life.  

They also protect the viewer from dying of shock. 

Sarah Palin is not a real person. The half term governor is a persona. She does not really hold any values as true or right or just. She is simply attempting to make as much money as fast as possible while she still has her mo-jo. 

Michelle Bachmann is not a human being. Not in any spiritual sense. She simply seeks advancement and hopes to one day find herself in Palin's current position. 

And none of the GOP leaders really believe in anything. Not really. You really do not think that Sir Boner, or Mitch McConnell or any other repub desires smaller government or less taxes for the middle class or anything like that, do you? 

These politicians only seek to take as much taxpayer money as they can, as fast as they can and put those monies into the coffers of their corporate sponsors. 

I mean that is their job, isn't it? 

Newt Gingrich thinks he is an Elvis impersonator at times while he gives his rousing speeches as an outsider. Sometimes he is a rush Limbaugh impersonator claiming that our President is Stalin and Hitler put into one swell package. Sometimes the Newt is just a Lizard Monster seeking to make his competitors look bad. 

But Newt never really believed in anything. 

McCain thinks he is the Lone Ranger, but his pistols contain nothing but caps and, sadly, he is losing his ability to remember his lines. 

Other repubs like Jindahl attempt to don the guise of JFK but they have no cadence in their voices, no tempo, no rhythm whatsoever. So they rant a little and rave a little and seek a lot of mistresses thinking that that is the point of it all. 

But they do not believe in anything. 

But Rand Paul? 

Rand Paul and his father attempt to seize upon their isolationist views in order to promise a gullible public that there does not need to be any further foreign entanglements. They promise the end of strife and war.  

Then they lure you into this mystical world where everybody just gets along with everyone else and all is good. 

But make no mistake about it folks. Rand is a capitalist, lassaise faire, racist, fascist prick who would end all civil rights progress in this country, who would end all social programs in this country, who would abolish the income tax, who would put us on some silly gold standard, who..... 

Make no mistake about it. When you view the faces of Rand Paul or Ron Paul, you are peering into the countenance of Satan himself.  

ps: Thank you all for your kind words. I only have a lousy hour on this library computer. I shall return late next week thanks to the help of Seashell and a lot of other friends here at Cafe.