..if things around this place vibrate like the Matrix or that guy on the gurney inJacob's Ladder for awhile. I'm trying to figure out why this phucking thing isn't working like it seems it should, and I suspect that the JS-Kit comments may have something to do with it, so I may set up a separate site for testing and then flip everything over once I'm confident that like Sledge Hammer you can trust me because I know what I'm doing.
As if.
Granted, I could move to a server-side product, and I have accounts to do that, but the recent horse exhaust with Today.com has soured me on trusting others not to be complete censorious assholes, particularly when I've never even trusted myself — although, of course, I am a proud asshole and seldom censorious.
If it can be said or written, I will attempt to give it voice so future archeologists will be able to take pictures of the cave paintings with their cells and describe it as art or religious mumbo jumbo. Bullets be damned.
But I would like to comment briefly on Biraq's recent interview during which he killed a worthless shit-addicted fly and had the unmitigated audacity to suggest that killing the fly demostrated another of his incredible skills in negotiating the perils of the real world while the liberal media and the reactionary Republicans keep stepping on their peckers trying to be relevant in a world they actually helped make.
I have to give Biraq props on this point. I hate fucking shit-eating flies, particularly in the late summer when they begin to bite.
Some years ago when I thought I might have a seat at the table in academia — although I really was planning on stapling my degrees to a lobster boat (which gives an idea of what an old fart I really am) — I was talking with Joseph Campbell after a guest lecture, and the discussion came around to flies.
I had already written several hundred poems about flies and killing them in horrible ways and I was curious about what other cultures thought about flies, and Uncle Joe shared a story about a Zen master he occasionally had casual sexual encounters with who described apocryphal tales about other Zen masters who had also dealt with these annoying flies.
"I remember one time," Uncle Joe said, "where I was chatting with the representative of a Zen principle you would recognize in a minute, who talked about how he heard of another master who was conducting a similar interview when a fly lit upon him as if he was just another piece of shit to lay maggots on, and that anonymous master apparently smashed the annoying fly and popped its corpse into his mouth after saying: "Come back in a more acceptable form!"
I'm not suggesting that Biraq had any awareness of that Joseph Campbell anecdote when he gleefully killed his fly, but even the liberal media should cut him some slack, considering that Campbell is dead and was never successfully protrayed as a Nazi pigfucker, although his association with George Lucas does suggest someone should investigate further, perhaps even digging up his Zombie flu infected corpse.
Pass it on.