Defies gravity
Can spit really far
Almost touch my toes
Can cut a fly's legs off with a beer cap from 20 paces
Know how to say useless stuff and prattle on in a dozen languages
Don't know when to shut up
Favorite Quotes
To be for or against the Plague, it's much the same thing.
Fiddledee, how a body shure do get around - just 2 weeks ago I was in Mississippi and now I'm all the way to Tennessee...
Eat or Be Eaten
Better to be pissed off than pissed on.
Biography
Born in swaddling clothes (designer, of course) at the confluence of big waters, my first recorded words were "Dad, can I have the keys to the car?" Raised a Southern Pedestrian, my musical talents were recognized at an early age, leading to my being exiled to the shed out back with a stack of books that became my eddykayshun - advanced readin', writin' & ritmytick, creating a major quandary of "what will I do, oh what will I do?" (Gunslinger)
As an old black man advised in song, "You Gotta Move", so move I did, traveling the byways sideways even a lot of driveways, picking up sticks and psychological tics, even movin' to Beverlee through a quaint misunderstanding of the seriousness of TV series, until finally I blew up so big the carry nation incarnation tarnation couldn't hold me no more, so I fixed my sights on yonder sitar, and like Queequeg and Paul Bowles and one of those abducted kids by the Pied Piper of Hamelin, I ventured forth to the larger world, pickin' and grinnin', doin' me some reckonin' and naughts from naughts, occasionally rightin', building me some buildings and wiring and just trying to understand the babble comin' out of people's mouths and heads, I finally ended up in what Rummy quaintly calls "New Europe", which ain't so new from what I sees, but that pit in my stomach from lack-of-moving-sickness finally disappeared, and instead I sit behind a whopping big desk stacked with missives from all the chiefs with big whampum around the world telling me "what's going on". Which seems like a load of boolshit to me, but I guess that's what keeps me busy and entertained now, separatin' the weeds from the chapstick.
So my name is Perry Keys, or Peracles to you, and since my mammy always said, "say please and thank you", I added the please, but I'm holdin' back on that thankee until I feel you've earned it. But do welcome, and I hope we's a gonna have a real good time. It all starts with, "I wuz born a poor young white chile livin' in the South..." and we cycle through again, like Nietzsche and his infernal regurgence. So enjoy, and let's spin a spell...
Cause God knows like most silly girls she just can't function without someone telling her how to handle herself at the ball - hands folded, not too many canapés, keep slightly aloof, a bit of cleavage but not too much, try not to prattle on and let the boys do most of the talking about themselves...
Even in the pre-debate runup I thought the news anchors were going to run the debate for her - 30 minutes of should this, should that - big shoulders to stand on.
At least his foray is a lot smaller than previous Russian adventurism, but is still every bit as clumsy. And stands to drive refugees into the hands of ISIS. The bombing that knocked out a flight from Egypt filled with Russians might make Vlad a bit hesitant to take this approach, but his tough guy ego probably can't resist anyway - like Donald, he likes to hit back hard, unappreciative of soft power. Sow => Reap => Weep.
The fuckers, 6 weeks out from the election and they're still trolling with this decades-old bullshit.
Guess it's the contest of 2 penises, and Hillary is just some kind of co-conspirator. Note to The Donald: vaginas aren't nearly as expensive as keeping dicks entertained - ask Anthony Weiner and Eliot Spritzer and Roger Ailes an Bill O'Reilly and Rudy Giuliani and John Edwards and Gary Hart. A lot of aspiring male virility washed up on the rocks.
[Meant to post this days ago, but may be better now]
Okay, Devega made the claim that Trump's modeled himseslf on the badguy wrestler (who the crowd cheers for) - so we need the Maiello deconstruction of 1) what to expect, 2) how Hillary can counter it, and 3) whether wrestling motifs are the future of all American political contests. (And of course anything else you want to riff on).
When asked by Fox who he'd invite to be in his Administration, Trump responded "Menstruation? That's disgusting. And I'll have you know I have no problem with women, do really well if you know what I mean, really well, without having blood come out from wherever. That's for these sad sack losers, I don't have to get all soft and sensitive to have lots of beautiful women. When they have that time of month, I'll be on the golf course driving the wood, if you know what I mean"
Many more missing white non-voters - the majority - than any potential minority group - what keeps them at home? And what if Trump or other loonie actually engaged them?
Remember the horror that Bill Clinton committed perjury over an affair? 20 years later half of America wants to elect a man who can't tell the truth even on important stuff - in court, in national debates, to the INS or IRS, anywhere. There's a special place in hell for hypocritical sons-of-bitches, and it'll look a lot like the Cleveland convention, just bigger and louder. Hillary's "deplorable" understates the problem.
In 2004, after losing the post-9/11 2002 mid-terms, the Democrats fielded a decorated Vietnam veteran against an incumbent president who was revealed to have gone AWOL on his National Guard service, a service in itself that was a bypass of the regular draft.
Instead of accepting the stacked deck, conservative Republicans immediately went to work reframing - parading a group of veterans to call into doubt Kerry's service, while finding a magic unicorn forged document to derail the otherwise overwhelmingly compelling evidence that Bush had failed to complete.
And in other alternate universes, gravity sucks upwards, people get younger year by year, and Republicans are compassionate & intelligent human beings.
Folks seem to forget the tried and true ways of turning a plus into a minus - think it was Rove that started a whisper campaign against a guy who built Children's Homes - that he was a pedophile instead of a do-gooder. Anyone can be brought down. Conason again tries to correct the record, but only the tried and true will notice.
Progressive ideals running into the reality of continual jacked-up impediments. But here's where we run into the "I want it now" Veruca Salts. Are they in government? Are they citizens? Or are they just everywhere? Leave no good idea unstoned.
2 Americas, 3 demographics. Hillary's been focused on the Adorables, and shunning the Deplorables, but where's the reacharound for the Plorables? Now that we have a name for them (nope, it's not the 5th TeleTubby), it's time to have a meet and greet, an accommodation, a No Plorable Left Behind moment. Kennedy set us to putting a man on the moon and launched the Peace Corps to save the world - can Hillary bring the Plorables back into the fold? Can we all be one big happy family? I'm willing to give it a go - where do we sign up?
Calling Karl Marx - what was that about controlling the levers of production? well sorry, someone else owns it before you even create it. TPP? it would extend that to the rest of the world. Just sayin'.
I've never quite gotten the flag, and growing up, I thought that was part of the point. Didn't everyone else sit through history class and learn how country after country had followed jingoistic rhetoric, crass manipulative symbolism and other tricks of the trade to go get slaughtered? I once read the final chapter to "Johnny Got His Gun" on air - at one point, that was required reading, no?