Screaming Memes

Memes Gets Meme'd By Pastorius

2005-05-30T14:48:00.000-07:00

I've been Meme'd by one of my the least favorite of my people in the whole wide world; that would be Pastorius over at the surreally satirical blog, CUNANAS.

I have longed maintained that Pastoirius is working out levels of irony that rival that Tower of Babel, in both sheer altitude, not too mention, ambition. It's indeed frightening to think of what kind of multi-ambidextrous mind must be to come up with the cacaphonous crap that that guy comes up with day in, and day out. And nobody even reads him. He just keeps writing and writing, and writing, and writing, and .

Ah well, for now, we must accept what we can not exceed.

On to the strange "Book Meme", which Pasroroius has so ill-fortunately sent my way. (By the way, I'm not exactly sure what he means by a "Meme", anyway).

1. Total Number of Books I have owned. The number strecthes litrally into the hundreds of thousands. Many of them I have owned with tedious repetition. I often amble into a latenight bookstore with nothing else to do, only to find that I come out of it with a confused jumble of books, many of which I have already owned.

I must admit that sometimes, I do buy books based solely upon the attractiveness of the girl behind the counter. In such cases, I will meander the lazy labrynthe of the bookstore aisles, in a valorous attempt to find books that she might like, if she were buying them.

I do not like to admit, my less intellectual activities, but in the interest of partipating in this "meme" I will go for it. Yes, I buy books that I think the countergirl would like so that she might be jealous and ask me about them , only to strike up a conversation, which in a meta-determined series of happy acciedents, many times, leads me to the nascent nuptials of my neo-gnarctisism.

But anyway, that's why I often end up buying the same books over and over. I must have owned 70 or 80 copies of The Bell Jar, for instance. Or how many times, have I bought Sexual Personae by the fearey Camille Pahlia? Or The Lonely Doll, by Dare Wright. That one works in a pinch everytime.

But, maybe once again I have gone astray, because I have not revealed the origination of my love for books. When I was a child, my family lived in a very large house in the Hamptons (well, my mother and I did, my father only visited on the weekesnd, He had an apartment in the city during the weekdays). On those weekends when my father did make his dread presence known, I would retire to our families vast library, for this is the one room in the house, wherein I could be exceedingly sure that my father would not visit.

In this mysterious antechamber I would find my hearts delight. Books upon books, with all the stories of the world and then some. Whereas, I always knew what was going to happen in the real world, I never knew what would happen in a book. I think this is what Hamlet meant by:

"There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your spitoon-like mind, my fair Horatio."

Because like Stephen kIng's great novel of the 21st century Rose Red, the house that contains a library is larger in demension on the inside than it is on the outside.

(I know , i know about Danielevski, and his incipient pile of trash , House of Leaves, the supposed inspriation for Rose Red. Let's fact it, King doesn't read, nor does he need to read, so he could not have been influenced by such a vapid work)

My childhood thus wasn't was spent reading the works of Ovid, Rilke and Joyce. I once designed a popup book based upon the characters from The Dead.

Anyway, at least a portions of the hundreds of thousands I count as my own are the ones which became a part of me, in those earlly days of childhood in my parents Hampton House library.

2. Last book I bought. It would be better to ask me, "Screaming Memes, what was the last book you stole?" Because that would be a better story. Stealing books, is a more sincere endeavor for me, because when I steal, I do it out of a real desire to possess the book (in the Biblical sense of the word), to have it and to hold it, in an embrace of love, suspended above the dreary dollarhounds of the capatalist conclave.

If I steal a book, it is mine in a way that no book could be if I bought it. When I buy a book, I can never truly enjoy it, because my stomach churns with noxious nausea just thinking about the "publishing house" which enjoy the booty of Baal's blood that is the bilging bourgeiouisie bank of bile.

Besides, as I mentioned before, I only pay for books, when I'm trying to impress the counter girl.

I have never been caught, by the way. Just in case you were wondering.

3. Last Book I Read. Howard Zinn's A Peephole Histroy of the American People. I'm still digesting this book. It is unsettlingly impactful in it's absolute evisceration of the American panoply. No stone is left unturned, that one isn't so angry as to turn yet again.

For instance, when Zinn set his incisors to the reality of the World War II mythos and the revelation sunk in that Roosevelt played the Machiavellian with the Japanese - and truly baited them into the bombing of Pearl Harbor - it became immediately impairent after all these years, that something is amiss.

And then, if you think about it, what does Japan have to do with the Nazi's anyway? (Now, let's not mince words here, I, Memes, is definately against the Nazi's. My great grandmother Lipschitz expired in a Nazi camp), but let's face it, there could have been other ways to take care of the Germans, by appealing to the people since of Democracy for instance.

The Germans are a proud people, and if it would have been made clear to them what was being done in their name, we can rest assured they would have been very angry and thrown Hitler out of office.

4. Five Books That Mean a Log To me.

1) Manufacturing Consent by Noam Chomsky - just as the date rapist turns a "no" into a yes, so does the American Television systeme manufacture a "yes" to their murdrous military machinations.

2) Wanted Man: In Search of Bob Dylan Everything you ever wanted to know about the "poet laureate" of American song. We are even treated to the early day romance he had (tender moments) with Bonnie Breecher, the original "Girl from the North Country" from the legendary song of the same name. If you ever wondered to yourself, "What was Bob like, back before he was Dylan? Does he still like to be called Zimmy by his personal friends?" this is the book for you.

3) The Lords and The New Creatures by Jim Morrison. The seminal poetry of Jim Morrison, written mostly in college classes, in lieu of notetaking. This is the vital, innocent Morrison. Before the drink and hallucenogens smashed his mind into a billion brilliant refracting slivers of mirror. What a revalation.

4) Simulacra and Simulation by Jean Baudrillard - This is one of the deepest works of profundity to which I have ever applied my mind's resources. Baudrillard deconstructs word, media and deed, in a punishing analysis of America's radical severance from reality. Baudrillard elucidates all the ways in which America flooded the original ocean of our vision with the viscous hyppereality of petrochemotherapy.

Yes, this is the book from which spawned the word "the Matrix" which has since itself become part of the Matrix - as it is a hit movie, and is thus subservient to the capatalist system. But, that unfortunate incident was not Baudrillards doing (and I am pretty sure he is appropriately ashamed) so it really shouldn't affect our appreciation of his apparatus.

5) Zen and The Art of motorcycle Maintenance, by Robert Prisig. I'm going to be honest with you, I don't really remember reading this book, but I know from the effluvia of the time (early 70's) that this was an influential work. An eery attempt at a transmigration of all values, the West meets the East, (and we all know how that ought to turn out if ever the maraudering mammals of mammon would ever give us a head start) and a prescient reminiscience of the days when quality meant more than the hierarchical qualitative.

5. Who will I infect with this Meme?

George Bush, because he has a lot to ANSWER for.

Henry Kissinger, because the Atlantic Monthly has proven it all beyond a shadow of a .

Zack De La Rocha a brother with whom I can reallywork together share in a movement.

Thanks for rockin' wit me,

Screaming Memes

IraqWarWrong Back

2005-04-17T18:25:00.000-07:00

The Iraq War Was Wrong Blog seems to be bcak in business. This is a good thing because we have defiantely gotten derailed by all this "Democracy" nonesense.

And, also, I'm glad to see that someone is hard at working on soluitions againt the next Bushitler fiasco.

Breaking Through the Fourth Wall - Message From Pastorius

2005-03-03T08:04:00.000-08:00

Hi Everybody,
Pastorius here. I ma so sorry. No, let's spell this write.

I am very busy with multiple projects these days, and I find that I just don't have it in me to write stuff for this site. Besides, as my buddy IWW said, and I'm paraphrasing here, we're going through a time where the news tends to not be presenting so much Bushitler hysteria. For God's sake, the New York Times said, the other day, that Bush's policy of promoting Democracy in the Middle-East seems to be working.

Truth is, I only really feel inspired to write Memes when I'm extremely angry. Memes is my way of yelling back at the TV. It has been great therapy for me. I hope that maybe it functions as the same for others as well. Of course, we've had the odd person or two come to this site who doesn't get it, but I'm sure such people don't get much of anything in life, right?

Anyway, I'm kind of sad because I have really enjoyed the camaraderie of the IWW universe, of which Memes has been a small part. So, I will miss this, but hey, when you don't got it, you don't got it.

Maybe something will happen in the world which will inspire me to come back and start writing again. Or, maybe when I'm done with my other projects the inspiration will come back.

We'll see.

Of course, by then I won't have any readers left.

:)

My Birthday

2005-02-25T12:34:00.000-08:00

Today is my birthday. Horatio and Ngude say they have a surprise for me. We shall see what lies in store for me.

I don't care much for gifts, typically. I'm just happy to be here with friends.

I will be out of range all day. Will write more when I get back.

This Beauty Is Written In Me

2005-02-24T17:16:00.000-08:00

I've always considered myself to be a "spiritual" person. What exactly I mean by that, I am not sure. I guess I mean, it seems to me I have a "spirit" and I am aware of it. But, I never really entertained the idea that my spirit connected to anything, except nature, and the odd woman.

I mean there were times earlier in my life, when I would meet a woman and it was as if a door opened in my soul. Kind of like those dreams you have where you're walking through your house, and you find rooms you didn't know were there. That's what it would be like. I'd meet a woman and I would find other rooms, more ornately adorned and frangrant places inside myself.

And when I would make love to a woman who opened these new rooms, I would feel as if she reached in to them and helped to decorate them with herself. I wasn't clear about it, though. It seemed as if, maybe, these new rooms in my soul were her rooms. Maybe they weren't rooms in my soul at all. Maybe they were the private, but infinite, amphitheatres of her heart.

Certainly, some women inspired in me a feeling of openess, within myself, which was larger than the spaces I had previously known myself to encompass. I feel as if I, Screaming Memes, live in a small room with a window to an infinite view, a study, within which, one can read many books which look out into the sky. So, I have an infinite feeling within me, but I feel confined personally, if that makes sense.

When I say "infinite amphitheatre" for instance, I remember, literally, with one woman, of whom I was particularly fond, I felt as if I had enlarged exponentially. One time I was with her and it felt like I was dancing with her on the peak of a hill with a valley below, a 360 view of valleys and green hills and mountains.

Now, it could have just been the marijuana, but that was the image I got. Truth is, we were just talking, alone in a room, and I was holding her close.

I'm trying to be honest with myself here. I remember a time, when I was younger, when I felt these moments of profound peace. I called them "spiritual" experiences then, but I didn't give any thought to where they came from. These experiences I have had here in Maui the past few days have inspired a calmness and a contemplation which I find difficult to achieve in the frenetic environment of the city, as I'm sure you can tell.

I haven't felt like this for a long time. I really don't know what to think.

But, I feel as if I'm coming to some sort of clearing, like stepping out of a thick forest into, well, I don't know.

I can say this. There was a feeling of destiny or foreordination about the experiences I have had. But, here's the really strange thing. There was also a feeling of deja vu, like I had experienced all of this before. No, not even just experienced, but that I had participated in creation in some way. I don't know how to explain this.

Certainly, I know that the beach, and the mountains of Maui, are beyond my scope to imagine, let alone create. That is laughable. I am, absolutely, awed by their beauty, but I feel as if I have sat, somewhere, with someone, before, and had it all explained to me. That's what I mean by foreordination. I feel as if this beauty is written in me.

Now, I know I'm not being specific about anything here. I'm talking about the essence of my experience. I'm being abstract.

Truthfully, emotonally, it's hard for me to say that, when I was out walking with Ngude the other day, I was moved, almost to tears, just by looking at one large, veined, impossibly green leaf, which hung down from a tree, at a delicate and, somehow perfect angle, right in my path. It's hard to explain how it seemed so right to me. So excellent, and deserving of a loving, almost sexual adoration. But it's true. I looked at the web of it's veins. The liquid sheen of it, belying it's more sublte textures; it's fingerprint. A leaf I would have just thought to be in my way, on another day, if say, I were walking in Central Park.

Or, how do I say that the constant roar of a waterfall, we found hidden in a little cove, gave off a massive sense of stillness? How do I explain that I felt pinned, or rather struck immovable, by silence, while all raged furiously around me? And yet I was still fully under control of my will. I looked at the waterfall, and moved my hand up in front of my face, just to see if I could move. I could, but it was as if the stillness was a living being, born inside me, and once again, the deja vu.

These are very disjointed thoughts, perhaps. I'm sorry if I'm not making any sense to you. I'm trying to make these things make sense to me.

Magnificent

2005-02-23T09:50:00.000-08:00

Drove through the mountains yesterday with Ngude. The intense emeralds of the foliage and trees contrasting with sudden blue blasts of sky were magnificent. The whole world looks wet, as if new born. It's hard not to feel hopeful and alive when surrounded by such beauty.

The Beach

2005-02-21T15:04:00.000-08:00

Maui. I don't know what the word means in the traditional Hawaiian language, but to me it means breathtaking beauty. We're staying at a luxury resort Hotel, nestled into a cove which seems to be the original garden.

Horatio and I took a walk out on the beach early this morning. Green foliage and blue water and white sand. Clean sharp colors at first glance. A picture postcard world. We rented "boogie boards" and I went out onto the water at a time of low tide. There really weren't any waves to catch. So I just layed there on my board and thought.

I rest in the ocean rolling in and out, in and out. The Earth's inhalation and exhalation, nature contemplating itself, and finding that it is good. A long period passed and then, I look around at the sharp colors again, and find this whole place, this beatiful cove, the sky, the water, Maui herself, it is all a jeweled-prism; the ten-thousand facets of light-refracted, and sparkling all around me.

I was dazzled. A deep feeling welled up inside me that I can compare only to the the pristine rush of first love. A mysterious need, a velvety thankfulness at one's being having been taken note of. I suddenly felt not so small in the universe, but instead, I experienced an ineffable but visceral sensation of profound individual resonance. I felt bottomless, and yet supported. A feeling of falling, but with universal guidance.

I really don't know how to put these feelings into words at all. I must say, I'm not quite sure that they are even feelings. There was something very real about this "experience". Something more akin to a pang of hunger, or a slap in the face. In other words, real, not felt. Not emotion-based. But instead deeply physical, and yet, at the same time, wedded with a more mysterious spirit.

It was astonishing. That's the word for it. I can say no more.

Heading Off

2005-02-20T14:34:00.000-08:00

Don't have much time fro posting today. Horation, Ngude, and I are rushing off to JFK to hop on a plane to Hawaii for some vacation time.

Been a little stressed lately. Thought it might do me a little good to relax and get my mind off the Apocalyspe.

I'll be taqking me laptop, so you can expect that I will continue to post throughout vacation.

Aloha

No Doesn't Mean No - The Manufacturing Of Our Consent

2005-02-19T06:11:00.000-08:00

As I have stressed ever since Bushitler stole all the power in the world (real and potential), the jesusland media do not function in the manner of the propaganda system of a typacal totalitarian state. Rather, they permit -- indeed, encourage -- spirited debate, criticism, and dissent, as long as these remain faithfully within the system of presuppositions and principles that constitute an elite consensus, a system so powerful as to be internalized largely without awareness.

In other words, yeah we can say or do whatever we want as long as we don't step out of the narrow parameters of what the media allows us to think. The media has a gun to our heads, a metaphorical gun in some sense, but it's a gun nonetheless.

If you don't believe me, than just try thinking about something that you're not allowed to think about. Go ahead, try it.

See, you can't do it, can you?

When I try to do it, I feel as if their isn't a thought in my head. I draw a complete blank. But this is no blank. No. Because what really happens is the minute you try to think about something that is not allowed, then the media gun fires and puts a bullet through your brain. And all thought is blown out the back of your head, to splatter on the walls of you're prison.

In sum, the mass media of the jesusland Reality Show is effective and a powerful ideological institution that carries out a system-supportive propaganda function by reliance on market forces, internalized assumptions, and self-censorship, and without significant overt coercion.

jesusland is one of the most freest and most best countries in the world, if you can tolerate the dominance of the Mediahadeen. I want to be clear that I do not thnik that it is better in other totalatarian regimes, like say North Korea, or Saudi Arabia. I love our Constatution (what's left of it anyway) I just hate how we have ripped it to shreds with the barbarism of the Patrio Act, and the Globe slave trade of the Capatalist Construct.

It's not that wer'e not free, in theory, It's just who can be free, when your being oppressed by the media all the time. Manufacturing you're consent. I say "No means no," but the media says, "You're No means you have consented to us raping you."

So, now that we have established my patriotism (I love the consitution) and my belief in the superiority of jesusland to totalitarian regimes like Suadi Arabia and North Korea (just bearly), let me be clear, that in the sense that we have no choice in our consent , then, in that sense, we are the most oppressed of all people. Our country is the most brutal of all regimes, because the lockdown is the more cruel, because we don't even know about it.

What can be more cruel than to be in a jail and you don't even know it. Instead you think you are in the park playing frisbee with a dog, but no, you are in jail, amusing yourself to death.

Negroponet Joins Dark Power Forces

2005-02-18T14:56:00.000-08:00

The George W. Bush government is a team of shadows whose highest ranking officials rank among the darkest of US reactionary political fauna, Granma newspaper´s international page denounces Friday.

According to the paper, each time Bush nominates an official for a post, he picks the worst of all, and together, they make up the worst, gloomiest, cruelest and most messianic administration of all.

His recent nomination of John Negroponte as first national intelligence chief, a position above the country´s spying network, with huge powers and a large budget, proves the above-mentioned assessment.

From now on, Negroponte will direct US spies and the agents who torture and scheme assassinations and coups in the world.

As ambassador to Iraq for less than a year, he became the US proconsul, the figure on which the "Government" of Iyad Allawi counts for all decisions, the mastermind of atrocities such as the rocking of Fallujah, torture camps, assassination of journalists and shut down the numerous irregularities, frauds and bribes.

His dossier is as sordid as his role in Iraq.

On his recent appointment, Bertha Oliva, coordinator of the Committee of Families of Missing in Honduras, where he worked as ambassador and was close to the military regime between 1981 and 1985, said, "that is incredible," the US even made up a post to please a disastrous character of the history of Honduras and Central America."

In Honduras, Negroponte played a decisive role in the organization, training and weapon supplying of the counterrevolutionary forces fighting the Sandinista National Liberation Front during the Ronald Reagan mandate.

And don't froget to drink Freedom Beer when you're trying to froget the Bushitler Dark Shadow Froces

His reign there contributed to the increase of human right violations and tortures, missing of leftwing members and the creation of an intelligence squad that kept assassinations silent.
The newly-nominated intelligence director was an assistant to the National Security Agency in the George H Bush administration, and ambassador to Mexico and the Philippines.

When the Senate took six months to name him ambassador to the UN, Negroponte stated, "I do not think death squads operated in Honduras."

Since he was used to saying lies, it was obvious Bush set eyes on him, although his attempts to materialize the UN Security Council approval of the aggression on Iraq failed short.

According to Mexican La Frontera.info newspaper, John Negroponte is a hawk with a reputation for combining an iron-shaped character with a velvet glove," and closely tied to the Iran-Contra case.

The online daily said Negroponte promoted repression, and the Nizkor organization accused him of overseeing the Aguacate air base where the Nicaraguan counterrevolutionary forces were detained and torture.

Several corpses of alleged 185 people murdered and buried at the base were found in August.
Thanks John, the White House provided the Honduran military regime with over one billion USD allowing feed the Battalion 316 the Central Intelligence Agency and the Argentine military regime trained.

Allegedly, the Battalion 316 was involved in the missing of 140 people.

The Torrediconfine.org website reported Negroponte was the highest US official connected to the aggression on Honduras; therefore, the Nuremberg laws against people responsible for war crimes can be applied to him.

However, instead of taking him to court, the Bush administration designated him US ambassador to the UN in 2001.

In July 1995, the Baltimore Sun newspaper headlined: "Honduras: when Negroponte and the Argentine Army members turned it into the inferno."

"When a wave of torture and murders shake a small ally to the US, the truth is included in casualties. Did the CIA involve in it? Was Washington aware of it? Did they deceive the public?," indicated the paper.

"Now we do learn from it: yes, yes and yes," Granma concludes.

Totalatarianism Alert - I, Memes, Is Forced to Particapate In the Reality Show

2005-02-18T13:26:00.000-08:00

I used too be abel to make money selling advertising on my web magazine, Screaming Memes. No longer. Now, I am froced to particalpate by running advertisiments for the jesusland Corporation.

I'm am sorry. One must understand that one must do what one must be forced to do. I will have to sacrafice my principals because it is more important that the world has access to this web magazine than that I live up to my values.

I learned this from my good freind Zack de La Rocha of Rage Against the Machine. Along time ago I asked him how he was able to work under a slave contract to a major record label putting out ablums which only benefitted the evil capatalisic empire of the U.S.

He told me that he had to sacrafice his princapled stance against capatalism in the interest of making money so that he could go on telling the world what it needed to here. If he didn't have as much money as he now has (very nice house and cars) then his voice would'nt be as loudly felt.

So, here goes, jsut so as I can pay the bills fro another month:

When it is time to drown you're sorrows, Remember to drink Freedom Beer

brought to you by the jesusland Croporation.

The jesusland Burka

2005-02-18T12:03:00.000-08:00

The sun went down at 2:30 Pm yesterday. It did not rise this morning.

There is a palpabel darkness spread over the land. It corresponds with the inner darkness evadent on the faces of the doomed citizenry. Wild rumour's abound about the flash in the sky and the warm wind, and most strnagely the static electricity leaping from inanamite objects.

I saw a woman burned by a bolt of the electricity. She fell to the ground in a seizure, throbbing like a fish as the frightened people stepped around her and hurried home.

There is no news on the TV about what iis happening to us. Instead, there are alternating "bible studies" and music video shows, fearuting Britney Spears, and Hillary Duff.

The jesusland Reality Show has been fitted over the contours of truth like a burka. No more facts excapes. The truth is our shame. We are denied from looking at it. The powers that be fear our lust and the monsters we would become.

We are deviants of truth. We would like to molest the truth if we could get our hands on it. People meet in alleys and copulate aurally, speaking their little wedges of truth. But, alas it is like phone sex, or internet sex, unfulfilling, completely based on fantasy. Mastubatory, solipsistic.

We will not recognize each other anymore, nor will we know oursleves.

We are lost in the System of War. A black hole from which no substance can excape.

Dispatch From the Front - A Great Flash In The Sky

2005-02-16T13:14:00.000-08:00

I'm very scaired. We saw a bright flash in the southern sky, even though it was daytime. Thirty seconds later the ground bagen to shake. There was no audible sound. Just the flash and the shaking.

A warm wind has been blowing in from the south since about an hour ago. It is clashing with the cold wind from the North and it is doing very strange things to the weather. There are strong static electicity charges emitted from stationary objects. Dogs and cats are running wild in the street.

There is a look of palpable fear about everyone and everything.

It seems we are under a seege of some sort. I don't know anything.

Corruption Is Amok

2005-02-15T12:11:00.000-08:00

A govermen approved "pastor" has taken over the airwaves, 24 hours a day. He drones on about salvation and sheep and dissipline, and I can't maek heads or tales of what he's.

The streets are empty after 7:00 PM. Noone ventures out because of fear tha the milatary police will shake you down. Corruption is amok. The soldiars will stop you fro no reason, and just stare at you, guns cocked until you give them money. In this way, they make no explicit demand fro you're money, so as to have plausable denibility.

When you do hand them over you're money, they take it, demand to see you're Id, take down you're address andthen they say they are going to check the "contra-band" for traces of cocaine use. In this way, they assure that you will never reprot them, because you are just too scaird.

New products are showing up on the sshelves of the markets. "Freedom Soda", "Freedom Meat", "Freedom Beer", brought to you by the "jesusland Authority". These are the products of the croporations that the Bushitler regime occupied in the frist days of the grate consoladation.

People are fried from their jobs at tech companies and industries deamed to be "not Freedom-centered", they are then relocated to jobs witht the jesusland Authority. Men and woman who were pulling down upwards of $150K writing code, or as executives are now working in factories processing "Meat" and all the other stragne jesusland products.

The "Meat" by the way, tastes vary strange, and sometiems theire are moving entities within. The "Soda" tastes a little bit like beer, and the beer tastes a little bit like soda.

The UNPERSONING of Eason Jordan - A Return to Modernism Is Nesassary

2005-02-12T08:23:00.000-08:00

Eason Jordan was a man off bravery and nobility. He rightly so, accuesd the jesusland milatary of assassanating journalistes, and then the bloggers have just willy nilly distroyed his credability. But that wasn't enough for the manicheanism of the blogger' s. No. They had to cause him to disappear alltogether. He has been UNPERSONED just as surely as Ronald Reagun, and Ollie North GHW Bush did to the the good children of Nicaraugua.

You will notice that there were no press conferences called. There were no interviews with Barbara Walters or 60 Minutes. There were no NPR reports, when it came to the Eason Jordan. Just a press release under extreme duress, emitted by a cowed CNN.

The reason their were no interviews with Mr. Jordan is because he doesn't exist anymore. In fact if you look him up on Google you will not be able to find any credible infromation on his Person. He is gone. Disappeared. Persona non grate. Finis. Vanished.

How could this have happened? He was a promanant individual. He was the CEO of CNN. The answer is George Bushstain's evil legion. The Bloggers. The Hounds of Hell, baying at the moon, their malevolent carnivorous incantation of crap. The Reichrabble of righteous, ramroding, rightwingers. Bushstain has somehow brought these people under his absolute control. There is not a dissenting voice among all of them. The evadence for what I am saying is because they always disagree with the reality presented in the Main Stream Media. How could they always disagree with reality unless they were under some sort of control?

The bloggers are out-of-control. It does not serve the interests of the people to have this cacaphonous crowd of crisis-inducing democracy crackheads tirelessly giving us their pajama clad opinions. We need to do something about these bloggers. I propose a sort of licensing process.

Fro instance my Internet Magazine (Screaming Memes.blogspot.com) is liscensed and given authority to speak my opinion by an official political entity called the Bureau of Assymetrical Democrisy. BAD works to insure the voices of the weak minorities and underrepresented are given power through the applacation of assymetrical systemi within the "Democractic" construct.

BAD has a subsidiary which has interests in the licensing of the Internet waves to insure that only accredated voices are heard. This organization is called the General Accredadation Service. The office of BADGAS issued my license to me (it just so happens) on the day after Bushitler restole the electoral process.

So my voice has the right to speak and be herd, and I have been granted legitamacy. The evil thing about the Blogs is that they are the illegitamate spawn of the slovenly slew of the slime-slinging swarm; the masses of mindless swinish scum,. The undesirables. The vermin. The Just Anybody.

We can not allow this.

Now, I want you to think about something. Even though it is we, the Intellagentsia who have ushered in the consept of Postmodernism, it has backfired on us. We declared the Reader to be the Author, and the Author to be the Reader. We believed that we would be able to undermine the underpinnings of the Capatalast Construct through the relentless deconstruction of the authority of text (ie Histroy ). But it has not worked out the way we thought it would.

Instead we find that we have empowered the rabble. They took us seriously and believed that, as Reader, they could be Author. And the evil tentacles of the American Online Systme has empowered them with the tool of the blogosphere.

Now, instead of sitting on the couch in their skivvies, scratching themselves, drinking beer and belching out curses at the Authority of the Anchormen, now they are giving there opinion. And what's more evil is, people are listening to them. They are distroying all that was "good" and "holy" about the world.

I'm going to propose something that's gonna sound a little crazy at first. (I know I know your thinking, "Comeon Meme,s, we would never think you we're crazy), but here it is anyway:

I say we need a return to the prePostmodern. We need to return to the Modernism Construct.

If you think about it the consept of Modernism wasn't so bad. Big monolithic syscrapers installed in the center of town to house the poor. Hierarchical bureaurcracies. Three-part forms. CBS/ABC/NBC. The American Library Association. The DMV.

What do all these things have in common? The answer is Authority.

There is a wisdom in Authority. Do you understand what I'm getting at? When their is Authority, then the ravenous rabble can't run ruffshod over the runes of civilazation.

Yes, I think we need to return to a Modernist Construct. I will be meeting with the Chief of the Intellagentsia first thing tomorrow morning to put register my porposed legaslation. I am enlisting you're hlep and suggestions. (Keep in mind, all suggestions will be run befroe a Board of Trussees befroe they are granted the right to be reviewed)

Also, please sign my petition (located in the comments section) if you support my idea.

Hansel and Gretl and George Bushstain

2005-02-11T11:28:00.000-08:00

Something has occurred to me. What it is , I am not exactly clear about yet, and yet at the same time, in some ways it seems infinitely clear.

Here it is.
I 've have been thinking about 9/11. there has always been something strange about 9/11 if you ask me. The thing is, I was there almost. I was living in the Village at the time, and I was out for my morning walk. I always like to start my day by venturing down to the business district by the WTC. I find nothing so inspiring as to watch all the little Goebbels, and Eichmans in their daily processional to the office so they can be there in time to drop the Zyklon B into the chamber and start the killing that is the Capatalist System. I love watching the looks of horror on their faces as they face the daily terror that is their lives. I love to watch them wallow in their psychological excrament, like a dog to their vomit they are. Discusting pigs.

Anwyas, so I was about 7 block from the WTC, straight up the street when I heard a jet come whooshing overhead vary loudly. I looked up just in time to see the awestriking aesthetic pinwheels of fire created by the jet pieercing the first TC buidling. It was an explosion writ large a kind of simulacrum of fire. I found myself so surrounded by the trappings of the Capatalist mindset and it's pseudo-real frame of referance, being mired in it's very presence, that I couldn't bring myself to except the reality of what I was seeing.

Surely, the trade center it slef was just a big screen TV upon which I was watching the simulated "Apocalyse brought to you by Microsoft."

But, slowly it dawned on me as I stood there looking into the gaping maw of the 82nd floor of the first building that I had truly just witnessed a jet crash . And I understood that there were really people up there dying, and not just figuratively for once. This time, they were truly dying.

I could sense that there was something not quite afoot here. Jets don't just fly throught the center of Manhattan at low altatude like that. I stood there drinking my Starbucks cooffee and wondering aloud to myslef. "What is wrong with me? There is something afoot here, and I can't figure it out?"

Just then I herd another roaring whooshing like the sound of a billion lions roaring at the same time, and another exploosion of pinwheels and coloredlights and fire billowing. it all seemed to happen in slow motion, like an instant replay on the National Nazi Nightmare SuperBowl Nuremburg Rally. Cue John Madden, "Yes Dan, watch here as the tight end pierce the defenses and penetrates the back end of the defense in a virtual rape strategy of the Capatalast construct. Yeah, the hole country just got gangbanged."

"Thanks John."

It was at this point that I, Memes, passed out in a puddle of my own urine.
But from where I sit now, I can see the truth. Then I saw through a glass darkly, now my doors of perception have been cleasned and I see the conspiracy as it is ... Infanate.

All you, one, needs to do is look at the events of the years which have come since the 9/11 tragedy. Littered upon the landscape are the unmistakable breadcrumbs of the Bushstain Milatary Industrial complex, leading us like a trail right back to the wolf's house posed as our Grandmother. Consider the evadence:

Diebold, Richard Perle, Halleburton, Dick Cheney, Enron, Preston Bush's Nazi connetctions, the Skull and Bones, Oil, Wall Street, Bunker-busting Nuclear weapons, Joseph Lieberman, the whole nefarious shadow banking system, the JFK assassanation, the oppression of voices like Ben Affleck and Sean Penn, the Iraqi invasion of the first day of Spring (pagan halleday of the masons) , the feudal system of hire taxes for the poor, the company store of Nike/McDonalds/Coca-Cola, William Kristol, Britney Spears, Abu Ghraib, the destruction of Dan Rather's reputation, Donald Rumsfeld, no WMD, depleted uranium, unguarded museum of antiquities, Guantanamo Bay, AIPAC, the "bloggers",

each one of these another breadcrumb leading down the path to the rabbit hole, which leads to the truth which has hit me in the face, with all the lucidity of the proverbial "ton of bricks":
I know now, what the truth is. I know the truth now. I know it, and no one could take it away from me, because once you know, you just know. I have awakened from the deep dormancy created. I've got it on good authority

9/11 WAS AN INSIDE JOB!!!

There it is. The truth in all it's technicolor glory. The Capatalast System (and you know who I'm talking about) conspired to bring about bring about 9/11 so that they could COMMODIFY THE ENTIRE WORLD.

George Bushstain and his evil group of shadowy brooding vipers have craftily stolen the entire world right out from under our noses.

There is no getting around this truth. It is our hypperreality.

The Trains

2005-02-10T10:08:00.000-08:00

Preface: In order fro you to know just how herrowing and terrorizing the events herein described have been to me, it is fisrt nessessary to know that I, Memes, is half-neocon, I mean Jewish. Little slip there. I'm just in the habit. Anyway, that's right I, Memes is half-neocon on my father's side. This makes me not an official ne Jew, because the lineage in the jewish tradition is matrilingual therefroe, I am not considered a real neocon. I hope I am making myslef clear hear.

Anyways, so I ventured out today for the frist time in days. The streets are still crowded with soldiars. I had to make a crossing over to the Reichland (used to be called Queens) in order to meet with some nebulous forces who shall remain nameless. Now, understand, I, Memes, is not used to having to take publice transportation. I use my car, or, if I don't feel like driving, I order a car. When I go to the hamptons to pick up my stipend from my mother, then a limo comes for me. In my whole life, I have only taken public transpo twice, both times just for a hoot when I slumin with a particualrly slutty chick.

But, I can not use my car now, because of the check points. It takes to long. Hours at each check point can make a trip to the Reichland take 12 hours round trip and back. I would run out of gas, just sitting there in my stew.

For the same reason, taxi's and limos refuse to attempt passage. They stay in the Land of the People (what used to be called Manhattan) at all times. This leaves just the subway trains.

So, I'm frightened enough just to think that I will have to spend time with the rabble who ride the subway. And I was very tired because I couldn't get too sleep til 4:00 in the morning because of my anxiety over the impending trip to the Reichland. When I finally fell asleep it was so late that I woke up just in time to run out the door.

When I got too the staiotion and got herded undergroun, lines were alreadt almost impenetrable. Imagine thousands apon thousands of cows all mooing and chewing their cud, and passing their gas, and you will get a picture of just despicalbe the human rabble is at the station.

When I finally got too the front of the line, The secret policeo of jesusland demanded to see my Id and asked mme where I was going and why. I told them it was "none of your business Herr Gestapomeister." He didn't take to kindly to that and he backhanded me with his rifle. I fell to the floor screaming. He ordered me to my feet and said "Go loser. Go ahead. And don't froget to take a shower ..."

I got on the subway train with those words ringing in my ears. A shower? What could he have meant by that? Where was this train taking me? Would I die hear among the masses? Was I speeding to my doom at some new Auschwitz they may have built up in Albany?

The memories of my ancestral relations were crying to me from within my head. "Don't get on the train. Don't get on the train. Whatever, you do , don't get on that damned train." But, I had to get to Reichland. What was I to do? After all, I can not be sure if I am just being Paranoid! I don't know what to think.

when the door opened in Reichland and I was ordered to get off the train, I wondered if the Scecret Police would be there to excort the whole lot of us, but they weren't .

It was as if the whole sky had prated and shone down all of natures' rays on just one of my eyeball all at once, when I came above ground and realized that I had evaded the cluthes of the jesusland regime once again. But, it is an ominus reminder of how the jaws of death are circling and slowly closing on us. There is NO WAY OUT.

The Great Consoladation

2005-02-09T07:09:00.000-08:00

George Bushes Great Consoladation (as it is being called) has not stopped with the government and the media, but has continued on as the milatary troops have begun to storm the coporations of America. In this way we can see that Bushitler thirst for power knows no limits and is really just another expression of his alcolholism.

Niether should it come as a suprise that the Chimp would want to want to occupy the corporations of America. We have known for a long time of his lust for coparate power. He is a true coprophiliac. He has run many corporations into the ground. His desire to just milatarily blitzkrieg a corporation is the only way he could ever run a company again. He is like a child playing. I picture the Chimp sitting in a CEO's chair, picking up the phone and barking orders at the dial tone, while the puppeteers behind the curtain run jesusland.

The Flowers of Romance

2005-02-07T11:43:00.000-08:00

I must admit. Their's an excitement about being underground and their's a certain headiness to the impingement of Fascism upon the peoples. The palpable fear brings out a kind of "WTF have I got to lose-ness" in the proletariat. You can see the looks on the faces of the women, as they throw all caution to the wind. Wearing plunging necklines in the middle of winter, revealing skin flushed with the vigor of perpetual agitation and excitement.

Furtive meetings are the order of the day. In bars and alleyways, doorways, and taxi cabs. The wind carries with it, an aural declamation of lust. This is a romantic time, when men are men , and women are women.

The streets are still barricaded. The milatary is out in froce. Occasionally you meet the odd soldiar upon whoms face seems suspended the look of doubt, the look of "what am I doing? what is happening to the good ole US of A."

The answer of course, is that it has been invaded and occupied by the forces of jesusland.

Horaitio, Ngude and I get together and sparrk up a few fatties and watch the government controlled CBS (complete bullshit) for kicks. We laugh at it like children, so hard that tears stream down our faces.

Fro instance, last night the three-star general Anchorman said the following,

"In the streets of the major cities, clam has returned. A joyful look abounds of the faces of the contented people of jesusland."

Outside our window meanwhile, their was a tank staring down a group of students throwing molotov cocktails. We watched as gunfrie erupted and the students scattered like rodents. The tank covered in burning gasoline was our fascist lamp against night's darkenss.

So, you can see that our Anchorman's proclamation was somewhat inaccuarate. What kind of country is it that froces it's citizens to be the "contented people of jesusland" by pointing tank turrets at them?

There is a certain camp to fascism, an antiquated, yet quaint buffoonery. Somewhat charming in it's naiive insistence upon "conservative values" enforced through malignant violence.

Fro all that their is to hate about jesusland, I must admit, our current situation has it's pleasures, and I find the soldiers uniforms to be quite beautiful in a sadomasochist and monolith sort of way.

Like I said, these are heady times. We must be prepared for anarchy.

Dispatch From The Front - CBS Is Occupied

2005-02-05T11:57:00.000-08:00

No news yet about Eason Jordan's (CEO - CNN) revelation that the American milatary has assassanated journalists. The unreality that is perpetuated by the mainstream media is dissonant with the reality which exists in our vary streets.

The milatary is out in force as Bushitler puts the finishing touches on his consoladation of power. Jets patrol the skies buzzing the tombstone skyscrapers. The whooshing swirling sound they make frightens me. Everyone looks unsettled as they go about their daily routine. The anxiety is expressed in suttle ways, such as many men have gone without shaving. Women's hairs are unkempt and makeup askew.

UPDATE: News of Eason Jordan's declaration will not be frothcoming. There was an attack on the CBS building this morning. Troops invaded and are currently occupying the media center. The netwrok anchorman was forcably removed from the air, midreport. He was replaced by an aged Three-Star General intoning repeatedly that everybody remain calm. These demands for clamness are alternated with round-the-clock sprots (football mostly) and Britney Spears videos. All other television stations have mysteriously disappeared from the cable box.

Their is a dissadent station broadcasting from Canada. Reception is poor in quality, but I recognize some of the people on the station from meetings of the movement a few years back. Incongruously to the urgings on the official govermint CBS (complete bullshit) the dissadent station urges not clam but a violent rising-up of the poeples'. Alternated with this message they're playing Rage Against the Machine and hip-hop videos, and film of people having their heads severed in the streets.

Calls for anarchy abound. Anarchy is the flower of justice. When perpatrated with extreme veangence, anarchy will launch a fragrant bloom.

I Know Who You Are

2005-02-03T13:12:00.000-08:00

To all of you who are watching me (you know who you are, all of you coming to this web site and reading my files and dispatches) I just want to let you know,

I AM WATCHING YOU TO.

You got that? Your not going to get away with this evasion of my privacie.

So, I'm am iinstituting a new policy. From now, on, every body who comes to read my web magazine has to sign in on the guestbook (located in the "commentors" section). If you do not sing in, you will be sorry.

Targeted Assassanation

2005-02-03T08:58:00.000-08:00

I have fel t for a long time that I was the victim of being targeted by the goverment. I have felt the slow hands of nebulous forces (black ops?) of the jesusland Milatary closing in around me, whispering quietly and touching me surprisingly as if on the shoulder .

I walk down the street at night, and I hear someone behind me, but when I turn there are only a couple holding hands. This is not what I felt I would come to know. I know what is happening. They can't hide form me. I KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!

Dispatch From The Front -The Partition - Front 242

2005-02-02T10:55:00.000-08:00

They.ve (the goverment has) partioned the city into five distinkt boroughs. (I won't say which city it is that I live in, because I am underground). They have given names to the boroughs. Their's the Land of the People, the Black Land, Riechland, the West Bank, and the Giza Stripmallland.

They've set up checkpoints all over the city. They do strip searches and background checks for passage.

No mention on the major news outlets of yesterday news that Eason Jordan CEO - CNN News) has revealed the goverment has been murdering journalists and UNPERSONING them.

There's seems to be a total lockdown on reality on the mainstream news. We must rely on word of mouth (WOM).

These are frightening events which are shaping us. I feel all twisted up into pretzels. I am a pretzel within a pretzel, spinning like a mandala of anxiety. I don't have time to go into it now. I have to make a crossing over to the Lower Blacklands so I can see my shrink.

I expect it to take hours.

Eason Jordan Drops Every Shoe In His Walkin Closet - All Right On the Head Of the Bushitler Regime

2005-02-01T18:49:00.000-08:00

Eason Jordan the Cheif News director over at CNN says that Jounralists have been targeted by the Armed Forces of the United States of jesusland:

At a discussion moderated by David R. Gergen, the Director for Public Leadership, John F. Kennedy School of Government, Harvard University, the concept of truth, fairness, and balance in the news was weighed against corporate profit interest, the need for ratings, and how the media can affect democracy.

During one of the discussions about the number of journalists killed in the Iraq War, Eason Jordan asserted that he knew of 12 journalists who had not only been killed by US troops in Iraq, but they had in fact been targeted. He repeated the assertion a few times ...

... if what he said was true, it would make Abu Ghraib look like a walk in the park ...

... his initial statements were backed by other members of the audience (one in particular who represented a worldwide journalist group). The ensuing debate was (for lack of better words) a real “sh—storm”. What intensified the problem was the fact that the session was a public forum being taped on camera, in front of an international crowd. The other looming shadow on what was going on was the presence of a U.S. Congressman and a U.S. Senator in the middle of some very serious accusations about the U.S. military.

Bushitler has been trying despirately to hide this from the Congress. But now the looming shadow is out of the bag. And he was caught on videotape too.

Bush is dire straights. We can expect impeachment at the vary least. More probably he will be brought on charges for exercising his human rights on people. In any event, we will probably see a milatary coo.

Our country is in fro some interesting times ahead. Chaos will insue in the streets of Washington, there will be murders and clandestine deals going down on the street corners, and a general anomie and disengagement amongst the masses. People will cease to work because they feel disaffected. They will swill alcohol in great quantities in order to froget the terrible abuses being heaped upoon them by their maraudering goverment. Our capital will become the murder capital of the world.

Let's all thank Eason Jordan fro his bravery in standing up to our monstrous goverment.

This is it, the end we have been hoping and praying fro. Eason Jordan has brought it to us on a silver platter. Bush the Chimperor is done.

The momentum of our movement is recharged. I'm sure in these frightening times ahead our movement will be manafested in large masses in the streets of our fair cities.

I am going underground again. I will resume filing dispatches from the front as of tomorrow. I know that Bushitler will not stand for the consequences of his actions. He killed 12 journalist already (the only reason he hasn't killed hundreds is because journalists are particularly hard people to kill, they move around alot), how many of us would he kill if he could get his hands on us? It is a chilling question to podner.

The Democratic Hallicaust in Iraq

2005-02-01T13:37:00.000-08:00

This whole electroal process and the staged suicide bombings and the photo ops of the women with the burkas voting for the first time (as if), is all such a sham

We are trying to force freedom down the throats of the Iraqi people, but they're having none of it. Their nobel tribal customologies instruct them in the tradition of submission and that's the way they want it. If we don't allow them to be submissive they will KILL US ALL.

The real truth behind the "astoundingly high turnout" and the "courgage" is that the Iraqi people we're forced to vote at gunpoint. In many of the photos of election you can see the imagery at the seems of the photograph that there were soldiers with guns standing at the polling places.

The dark lord who is behind all the machineations of the Iraq "war" is Halliburton.

The Iraqi election was the Hallicaust purportrated upon the Iraqi people. We saw them lined up and herded in to camps, forced to divulge their identitys, guided into "voting booths", ordered to dip their fingers into a mystreious purple subtsance of unknown origins.

Many of the Iraqi people have been niether seen nor heard from again. The speculation is that if they refused to vote because they are submissive, then they "disappeared".

It will be years befroe we know what has really happened. Before we know the magnitude of the evil with which we are dealing with. When the sheet is lifted off the body. When the population has been counted, and we will project possible population verses real population, give or take a million (with Genetically Modafied food's and their long term effects factored in, oh yes, and did I froget to mention second-hand smoke) then we will be able to know the horror.

Until then we can only wait with baited breath.

"Voters" - Democracy as Fingerpainting

2005-01-30T18:52:00.000-08:00

All the media keeps talking about is how happy the Iraqis are, how high turnout was, and how "freedom" has caught fire in Iraq. I had to turn off CNN because they kept focusing on the so-called "voters" and barely mentioned the resistance movements at all.

Where are the freedom fighters today? Are their voices silenced because some American puppets cast a few ballots?

I can't believe the Iraqis are buying into this "democracy" bullshit.

Just because some bitch in a burka braved some streets and got her finger painted blue does not a vote make. Who connived these ignorant third worlders into believing that voting means fingerpainting?

It's like a kindergarten civics lesson. Their's no reality to it, whatsoevr.

I cry for these people, so naieve, so easily bamboozled. Their but babes suckling at the toxic radioactive teat of the American Mammy System.

Bushitler has once again stolen an election of magnitudinal proportions. The Chimperor in Charge and his Dibolical Diebold Death March is once again spreading "Freedumb" across the face of the world. Infecting the ignorant minds of the ignorant masses, that fingerpainting equals democracy equals freedumb. There are tears in my eyes as I write this. This is a malevolent, putrid day in histroy.

God Bless The French (uh, not religious referent)

2005-01-29T19:43:00.000-08:00

Wile the Amerkkkaners Capatailistes of jesusland try to set up their barbarian utopia in Southeast Asia, the French get dwon to the serious business of hleping the native peoples of the third world regions.

ABOARD JEANNE D'ARC (AP) - The naval ship's pantry is stocked with wines, baguettes and pate, and its casual dress code is shorts and sandals. There's even an artist - a painter to keep an illustrated record of the trip.

With a panache all its own, France's military is delivering aid to tsunami-battered Indonesia - and showing how a small force can make a difference.

A month after killer waves struck the Indonesian island of Sumatra, the French are part of an international relief operation that includes forces from more than a dozen nations, including Japan, Russia and Switzerland.

The 1,000 or so French sailors and soldiers arrived in Aceh province on the island's northern tip two weeks ago. Their 11 helicopters and two C-160 cargo planes are airlifting rice and tents to isolated villages devastated by the Dec. 26 earthquake-generated waves, which killed at least 145,000 people in Asia and Africa.

"The children are smiling again. This is a good sign," said Maj. Francois Masse, a veteran pilot of French relief work in Bosnia, Kosovo and Chad.

Although media attention has focused on the U.S. contribution, particularly by the nuclear aircraft carrier USS Abraham Lincoln and its battle group, aid officials say the French and other forces are playing an equally important role.

"(The French) increase our capacity to move loads into some areas where roads have yet to be reconstructed. Trucks cannot reach these areas," said Daniel Augstburger, head of the U.N.'s relief work on Sumatra's western coast.

That responsibility likely will increase once the Americans leave with their three dozen helicopters.

The French, who also are conducting relief operations in Sri Lanka and the Maldives, object to comparisons with the Americans.

"The feeling we had in France was that, as usual, the Americans were rushing in force to Indonesia and boasting about it," said flotilla spokeswoman Cmdr. Anne Cullerre. "For some people, it seemed outrageous.

"How can you really boast of doing something from this tragedy? People were saying, 'They are doing it again. They are showing off.'"

Vice Adm. Rolin Xavier, who heads the French military effort, dubbed Operation Beryx, said, "We are not in the shadow of the Americans but we work alongside them."

Critics of the U.S. military's work in Indonesia say Washington has seized on the disaster as a pretext for advancing its strategic interests in the archipelago and improving ties with the Indonesian military.

During her recent Senate confirmation hearings, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice said the tsunami provided a "wonderful opportunity" for the United States to reap "great dividends" in the region.

The dispatch of the USS Abraham Lincoln's strike force has been viewed in some quarters as an effort not only to help survivors, but also to burnish America's image among Islamic communities worldwide by delivering aid to the largest Muslim country in the world.

The French maintain they do not have strategic interests in the region.

The contrast with U.S. forces does not end there. The U.S. military bans alcohol aboard naval vessels. But French sailors aboard the Jeanne D'Arc pick from wine, beer and other alcoholic drinks, and their ready-made meals come with pate. On deck, they sunbathe in the muggy heat in shorts and sandals.

However, what really sets the French apart is the paunchy, bearded civilian riding a sloop to the shore. He is artist Michel Bellion, appointed to paint the French military in action in his trademark bold strokes and bright colors.

"I'm here to show the drama," said Bellion, pulling out a sketch book.

We see, once again, how the imperialist jesuslandiers attempt to turn the world's suffering into gain. The French bring a civilizing force to the indigenous peoples of the third world,; baguettes, brie, wines, and waa laa, a painter.

What is the united states amerikkkaners of jesusland's response to a disaster of tsumanicopian proportions? To send in a freaking military force, a battleship.

Remember The Nobel Saviges Day

2005-01-28T08:14:00.000-08:00

The wisdom of the nativeAmericans is indeed non violet. It is ancient and non-linyear. It is not incumbered by the shackles of patriarchal domanation.

The wisdom of the natives is charmingly didactic. their is a quainteness which I find brings a tears to my eyes, as when watching a child play with a ball, or a momma dog feeding her puppies.

The primative peoples of our fair Earth have much to teach us if we would only listen. Their indecipherable chanting and the wise barbarity of their simplistec drum pattrens presents us with a nobel message of concord, of an "at-oneness" with the green and uncultured rhythems of Gaya.

The native Americans are the seminal blood flowing within the vains of America , without there vestigal and savige circumspection and pansophy, we would be a completely lost peeples.

But, instead, as a result of the nurturing pristine primevilness of our fair atavistic precursor clan, the "Indians" as Colombo would have called them, when he so violently raped and mauled the land of the "Americas", instead, we have a chance to arise from the muck of mire of our technological primoridal soup.

Let's all remember the natives of our land on this the "Remember the noble saviges day."

The Origins of Bushes Descent

2005-01-27T06:27:00.000-08:00

Wrod comes today that Heir Bush the ChimpNazi of jesusland is descended from evil lineage.

Really, we did not need to be told, but it is goo to know just so we cna have proof for our feral hatred.

"The Evil One is a descendant of Strongbow, the power-hungry warlord who led the Norman invasion of Ireland thus heralding 800 years of mutual misery," said the genetics expret Ann Griffin Bernstorff.

"The US president's now apparent ancestor, Richard de Clare, Earl of Pembroke - known as Strongbow for his arrow skills - is remembered as a desperate, land-grabbing warlord whose calamitous foreign adventure led to the suffering of generations."

Sound familiar?

But wait, there's more. Because it has been conclused beyond a shadow of a doubt that the chimpnazi is also a descent of Caesar Nero, of burning down Rome fame. More from genetics expret Ann Griffin Bernstorff:

"A little known factoid is that Heir Chimp himslef has actually taken up the violin in recent years. He is known to have told confidantes that he feels it is his destiny to play the violin."

This would seem apopo (fr.) considering the word violin rhymes with violence. And, as legend would have it, of course, because it is the way it was, that is to say that it is true and histroical, Nero fiddled with himslef as he watched Rome burn down.

But wait, there's more. Because, one can also see on Bushhitler's face the mark of the cold, calculating Asian gaze. More from genetics expret Ann Griffin Bernstorffer:

"Another little known secret is that the dicktator is a second cousin of Plo Pot (on Jeb's side of the family, remember the "little brown ones"), the Cambodian totlalatarianist who killed millions of his own people in the fields where they lived .,. This would explain the rumor which has been going around in the party circles of Texas for years now, of George Bush's excessivley small " micro-penis"."

See, that, there it is, the motive that we have all been looking for. Bush is trying to destroy the world, because he has a small member (as opposed to I, Memes, who has an exceedingly large frankfurter, which string physicists have noted protrudes into 16 of the 21 known dimensions of time and space). Yes, the dicktator has a small dick.

In this way, it is clear that the Napoleanic Penis Complex leads right to the Milatary Industrial Complex.

But, that's not all that Ann Griffin Bernstroff (genetics expret) has delineated fro us.

"In an happy conincidence, it has also been concluded that Bush the Empailer is also a genetic descendant of Joshua the murderous Israeli who killed all the Caananites man, women, and child."

Do you see where I'm going with this? You see? Do you see that? We should not be suprised at Bushes monstous behaviour with the lineage he has displayed. He is descended from murdersers and he is a muredrer himself. His racial makeup is suspiciously constructed perfectly to lead him down the path to being the Annihaltor that he is destined to be.

There really is no avoiding his foreordination. It is inevitable that he will try to kill us all.

Iowahawk Proves His Movement Is Vary Solid

2005-01-26T06:42:00.000-08:00

We Are Still Revolting

Special Iowahawk Guest Commentary

by Keanu Burge

Campus Columnist for the

ESU Daily State Appropriation

It's time for us in the campus reality-based community to sit down, look in the mirror, and soberly face the cold, hard facts: if we don't start getting serious and come up with some more effective protest strategies, it literally may be months before we end the nightmare of the ChimpHitler's Reign of Error.

Case in point: while several thousand campus sheeple herded to the weekly ESU Nuremburg Pep Rally/basketball game last week, only 40 of us had the courage to join the ESU Caravan For Global Sanity -- our student grassroots roadtrip to D.C. to protest *'s i llegal corporate coronation.

Frankly, I can't remember when I have been more embarrassed by this university. Despite pledges of participation points from over 20 sections of Critical Lit and free vegan box lunch from the ESU chapter International ANSWER, our faculty advisor Dr. Harmon was forced to cancel nine buses we had reserved for the trip. This country is on the cusp of building concentration camps, and apparently all ESU can say is "sorry dude, I'm too busy to protest the AWOL Fascist-in-Thief, we're in a three-way tie for second in conference." Man, you people make me sick.

Well, let me tell you a little story, folks. Although we lacked numbers, we made a difference in DC. Through our voices and chanting and snowballs, we put Smirky and his wingnut regime on notice that we will not sit back and let them silence our voices, nor our snowballs. We have started a people's revolt, and our revolt will continue until Craptain aW*ol and his Halliburton gangsters are driven from power. And you know what else? Dr. Harmon says we are all getting A's in Critical Lit.

So let's get something straight, Mister Black and Gold Fascist Face Paint So You Can Get In An ESPN2 Camera Shot Waving At Your Brownshirt Frat Bros Who Are Slamming Pitchers At O.J. McChuggers SportsBar With Their Hot Stupid Sorority Girlfriends: no matter how many dollar Bud Lites you guzzle, you will never stop the people's revolt. Because we are still revolting.

We are still revolting because we will not allow another election to be stolen. Don't think Karl Rove and Team Repiglican scripted the outcome? Then you tell me: how exactly did Shrubby "win" Oklahoma, despite scientific exit polls there that showed him trailing both Kerry and Nader? Wake up man, our "democracy" was co-opted. Nowhere was this more evident than in Ohio, where widely-reported GOP firehoses and attack dogs kept Cleveland voter turnout to 91%, 15 points below normal and more than 40 points lower than in similar-sized Milwaukee. Ask your stats T.A. to explain that one.

We are still revolting because we are standing up to Chimpy's faux "mandate." Even with voter intimidation and millions of his manufactured Jesusland votes, * could barely manage a 51% "majority." In basketball, I believe that's called a "squeekie," and Kerry could have almost sent it to overtime with a late three pointer. Starting today, we are going to stand up to Chimpy the Cheerleader and his Phi Gamma Exxon pals, and let them know that their stolen "victory" is not a free pass to storm the Supreme basketball Court and cut down our Constitutional nets.

We are still revolting because we are not going to be drafted into the pResidunce's imperi-oil war machine. I hate to say I told you so, but I warned you people last semester: Rumsfeld and his Penta-cons have a secret plan to reinstate the draft. Let's face it, with all those gullible volunteer rednecks dying daily over in "Mission Accomplished," they'd like nothing better than to round up draft objectors and unwilling campus intellectuals and send us kicking and screaming over to fight their imperial Enron adventure. Nice try, Wolfowitz. Too bad for you, because we have already begun installing anti-CIA spyware in the Comp Center PC lab, and Professor Harmon is setting up an Underground Railroad with the University of Toronto.

We are still revolting because our rights are eroding. Think you have Free Speech in this country? Well, think again. When the ESU Caravan for Global Sanity arrived in Washington, the DC pigs confiscated our Cheney effigy head, calling it "a security problem," and then told Professor Harmon we couldn't wear ski masks and march next to the Marine band. Then, on the bus ride back to campus, Busdriver McHitler made Jared turn down Radiohead on his boombox. Finally, when we got back to ESU, we found out the deposit on the cancelled buses was non-refundable, so we had to dip into $900 of our mandatory student fee budget. What next, man? Gas showers?

We are still revolting because we support the troops. Oh, sure, yeah, the chickenhawks say they really "support the troops." Exactly like the armchair athletes at the Alpha Sig house "support" the ESU basketball team -- just win dude, nobody cares if you drive a free Hummer and torture prisoners over at the basketball dorm. But as we in the peace community say, "support the troops - bring them home." Only then can we begin supporting the troops through the hard process of healing, and war crime trials. Afterwards, we must stand behind the troops with intense psychological counseling as they pick up the pieces of their tragically shattered lives.

We are still revolting because someone needs to be the voice of sanity in AmeriKKKa. It's time someone else on this campus besides the faculty learns the ugly truth: with every passing day under BushCo, this country creeps farther and farther beyond the ragged edge of mass political madness, into a sickening extremist mobius strip Texas twilight zone of fat, hydra-headed oilmen electrocuting the innocent while money-green puke gushes from their eye sockets across a basketball court covered in Eggo toaster waffles. Until the rest of you awake from your sheeple dream to the reality of this nightmare, we in the campus reality-based resistance will be like the courageous European boy Hans Brinker -- putting our finger in the eroding dyke of Human Rights and shouting out to the world that the Chimperor has no clothes.

Remember, the truth is out there if you want it. And please remember to circle "Global Sanity" on your Spring Semester mandatory student fee cards.

He's a good writr and all (and I'm glad someone else is doing this nobel work) but he relly need to learn how to spell.

The Gloves Are Off - Screaming Memes Faces Down Pastorius

2005-01-25T16:40:00.000-08:00

I got into it with that evil neocon, Pastorius, over at CUANAS yesterday. Click this lnik to see argument in comments section.

It started out when he said something that was so evil and slanderoius, and , that the nice proprietors of the IraqWarWasUniverse blog had to cenosr him and remove the comment. After that, I tore him a new a-hole, and he repsonded, and a few other famous IWW people put in their too cents. It was a rip-roaring time had by all, that's fro sure.

The fight still rages on. He started off saying he doesn't know who I am, but then he has tried to insinuate that this blog is a satire created by him.

Do you see why I call him a evil neocon? Cause neocon's try to control the hole world like diabolical puppetmasters. When they can't control you , then they simply say they invented you. I'll bet next thing, he's gonna sue me and say he has a patent on my name, or soemthing. He owns me like a SLAVE.

I AM A SLAVE

I will have no right to my own name anymore, by court order. I will have to change my name to a sign like that poor africna-american rock n'roll musican Prince (is he straight, or is he gay? I'm just asking?)

Here's my new name, for anybody who cares about me.

&%#(*

The jesusland Reality Show

2005-01-25T07:09:00.000-08:00

Bushitler has just announced that we need to perfrom an "extreme makeover" on the entire third world, in order to feel safe in our own homes. He wants to make everybody free, whether they want it or not. But, to the Chimpmeister, reality doens't mean what it does to you and me. Reality is your free to be on TV

I call this The jesusland Reality Show. jesusland/Amerikkka has manafested itslef as the reality show that swallowed up the globe. It poses as freedom, but it's really just a trojan horse for the imperialistic manuvers of thirty second commercials to invade the globe. We can go nowhere now, without being under the camera of the Reich.

The jesusland Reality Show is the biggest "hit" to ever have exploded onto the airwaves.
Everybody is smiling fro the camera, but inside we are nervous, anxious, frightend. Our real sleves don't make it onto TV. In this way we have fictionalized the hole of the planet. The jesusland Reality Show is the biggest fake since the Quiz Show Scandals of the 50's, or the "Apollo Landing" theatrics.

The question then becomes, how can we be real, if we are all just part of The jesusland Reality Show? The answer is we need to supplant oursleves in history, and grow roots deep in the soil of what was once the Home of the Free. We need to look to our forfathers and imagine what they envisioned for our role in creating histroy. It was history which has led us to where we are, which is a place we hate. So, if we want to change our situation, what better place to learn than from history? Cause, if at first you don't succeed, do it again and again until you do.

The grate George Washington warned of "foreign entanglements." The second President Adams asserted that "we go not abroad in search of monsters to destroy." Instead we need to distroy the monster that roosts in our vary hearts. That being Bushitler the Monstrosity of Rampant "Freedumb"

If we would just submit oursleves to histroy, we would know that we should just bring our boys home, and leave the world alone. Leave all the third world people alone. They are not "our people", why should we waste our boys on them. They don't want to be free. You can't teach a pig to sing.

Hat tip: Jean Baudrillard

Oh, and, by the way, I, Memes, says drink Snapple while your overthrowing the goverment.

A Memesian Proclimation

2005-01-25T07:06:00.000-08:00

We are socialists. We are enemies of today's capitalistic system for the exploitation of the economically weak, with its' unfair salaries,with its' unseemly evaluation of a human building according to wealth and property instead of responsibility and performance. We are determined to destroy this system under all circumstances. We will tare it down like the veil that has covered your eyes and blinded you to the reality right under you're noses.

Election Erection

2005-01-24T05:41:00.000-08:00

So the chimp in chief has a hardon for freedum. As if that's what the Iraqi's want. It is madness to assume that they want freedum because we have it and want it, supposedly. (think about it, are we really free anyway? Yesterday, for instance, it was "Not One Damn Dime Day" day. And I got a flat tire on my way out to the Hamptons to pick up my trust fund stipend from my mother.

I was forced to buy a new tire, just so I could keep up with the provervial Jonese's in our capitalist construct. Is that the kind of freedum you want?). I, Memes, for one, answers that question with a resounding, "NO!!!"

So, anyway, let me just say, it is pretty clear the Iraqi's do not want thqt. And they have been trying to tell us, (gently at first with signs in street , marching for Saddma, then more forcefully by nobelly blowing themsleves up (and using they're bodies as shrapnel).)). The ,message is loud, and clear. "We don't want what you have."

But, Bushiterl and his evil marionette have insisted, beyond all reason that we need to go on with the election, as if an election is going to tell us anything. When has an election ever solved anything?

I mean, thnik about it, if we force them to vote, then what is it, is that freedom? Can you force somebody to be free?

And thnik about. Say you've got a person who is not free, sitting right in front of you. He's not free, so he is not able to make any decisions at all, right? So, you offer him one of the phony choices of our Capitalist system. You say to him "Just tell me what you want, do you want the Strawberry Delight Smoothie, or the Cranberry Craze Smoothie?" And he says, "I no want Smoothie. I no want to praticapate in Bushitler Capitalist Simulacrum." And so, since he' is not cooperating, than you just force both smoothies down his throat.

Is that freedom? No, that's TORTURE.

Bushitler's Mad Schemes To Deny The Iranian Revolutionary's The Right To Defend Themselves

2005-01-18T08:18:00.000-08:00

I received the following email this morning:

To: memesporsche1237-qrtsptightend34@aol.com
From: vladstavrogin@us.gov.nschrdqrtrs.comsat9

File Under: Top Secret

Memes,
Just thought you'd like to know, Seymour Hersh is being used by the Bush Administration. We leaked information to him regarding clandestine intelligence activities for the purpose of researching Iran's nuclear weapons capabilities. But, the truth is there are no such research sorties being mounted.

We know where Iran's nuclear facilities are because we built them. We built them so that we would eventually have a reason to attack Iran, with the stated purpose being to deny them the ability to complete their weapons of mass destruction program.

The problem is, however, that my sources in Tehran tell me that the Mullahs have already succeeded in building 7 nuclear weapons a quite sizable kilotonnage. Therefore, if Bush attacks Iran, as he seems hell-bent on doing, we are in for a very wild ride indeed.

Keep this under your hat.

Sincerely,
Vlad Stavrogin
National Security Council
Dept. of Inteligence & Clandestine Activity

I really don't know what to do with such information, other than to post it hear fro all the world to see.

I remember seeing a movie, a couple years ago, called Miracle Mile. In the movie, the main character (strangely a handsome twenty-something male) is walking down Wilshire Blvd., in Los Angeles, when he here's a pay phone ring. He picks it up and hears someone babbling about how "the Soviet Union has launched the missiles. We'll all be dead within an hour."

Chaos insues. The Lord of the Flies reigns. The people eat each alive in an orgy of violence and sexual depravity right in the streets. The punchline is that the bombs really do come, as if to save the people from oursleves.

Alas, I thought of the film as un belle frivolite until now.

Where Is The Lamb?

2005-01-14T17:20:00.000-08:00

Little Lamb, who made thee go away?
Whither hast thou gone?
I, Memes, who gavest thee life, and bid thee feed
- By the stream and o'er the mead -
lookest for you from dawn to night
and wishest the the softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I shall tell thee,
I, Memes, made thee, twas me.

I honestly, don't know, where Daisy has run off to. Sheeps need a sheephereder, and that is the service I did provide for her, for this the short glamorous time of the Memesian reign.

Last think I heard from Daisy, she sent me an email that she was going on vacation, and something about how the people at her work were conspiring agaisnt her, and then, nothing.

She just disappeared. She is just a little lost shep now, I guess. I picture her out in the rain, all cold and shivering and sniffling. If I could, I would give her a little cyber tissue.

So, as we mourn our loss, I will just leave you with this sweet little poem. It brings tears to my eyes, whenever I think of Daisy:

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still a-fleeting.

Goodnight, sweet lamb.

Blog Phooey

2005-01-14T16:38:00.000-08:00

As a committed web journalist who has and maintains his own website (Screaming Memes , you're looking at it) on a daily (well, almost daily, sorry) basis, I feel that I must voice my urgent concern about the rising tide of the blogosphere.

Who are these bloggers? And why are they blogging at us all the time? Where do they live and what are they wearing, for god's sake?

The problem with blogs is that anyone can have a blog. Blogs are just voices in the wildnerness. Voice upon voice all shouting into the wind, "Here I am, and here's what I think."

Who cares what you think you blogging brood of blowhard bumpkins?

You know what it is of which that I am suspicious? I suspect that these "bloggers" are all out there shouting their stray and random opinions so that they can shut down my free speech. Our Free Speech.

I mean everything they say is just contradictory. We say Bush is Hitler, or the Iraq War is illegal, or that the Rather Memos were legitamite, and the blogosfear roars with condemnation saying the facts don't support the conclusion.

What facts? Where are these facts? And who owns the facts anyway? Somehow, these bloggers have gotten into their heads that they alone know where the "facts" are, as if they could just take us down to a downtown corner and point and say, "Look, there it is, the "fact". That's the one I've been telling you about.

That is just so lacking in sophistication, and nuance, and, dare I say it, it's just so fucking stupid.

The problem with blogs is that they have the trappings of academia and journalism with none of the checks and balances, none of the accreditation. Where have you ever seen a blogger who had earned tenure, or a blogger who had put in 30 years behind an anchor desk? No, these bloggers just pop up out of no where like mushrooms of media and they just spew and spew.

And, of course, with academic writing (of which I, Memes, has done not a little bit) there are footnotes to support the facts and assertions. What do bloggers have? No footnotes, that's for sure. All they have is "links". Link to what? Is that the freaking "missing link" the stupid reuputzi idiots have been harping about all these years?

Hey blogger, link to this. (I, Memes, grabs monstrous crotch)

And, in journalism, writers interview a person, or get the interview off the Reuters wire. But, what do bloggers do, they cut and paste, cut and paste, cut and paste. No facts, just a windows generated document posted on their "blog". Really not much of anything at all, when you think about it. Just 0's and 1's lost in a server somewhere.

Instead of thinking that these "bloggers" have any legitamacy, we should be warned, all these people are simply rabble with a computer. They are Macintosh media moguls. They're Windows-generated word slingers. The're the cutting correspondents. The Paparazi of pasting.

We real journalists must rise up and destroy this rabble. This great unwashed waste of server space. The bungled and the botched broadcasters of blogdom.

I, Memes, says, "Blogs? Phooey!"

Resist The Occupation

2005-01-12T06:10:00.000-08:00

The third stage of the War On Islam began when the Bushitler Reich detonated a atomic bomb which rocked the earth's mantle underneath the Indian Ocean. The force of this nuclear explosion shattered the bones of the earth as surely as dynamite rocks the foundation of a building during demolition.

The Earths broken bones caused it to quake and rock with such force that an large tsunami ensued which , as we all know, by now, has killed hundreds of thousands of Muslims.

It really was a brilliant strategy on the part of the Chimp and his Chimpaires, we must give him that. Somehow, in that slab of burger that he calls a brain, diabolical plans roil with astounding precision.

But, the humiliation of the Muslim world is not complete yet, as far as Dubya is concrened. He still has more plans with which we will heap shame upon the good Jihadi's (inner struggle) of the Muslim nations.

Now, the Puppet Chief of jesusland has ordered the invasion and occupation of Sri Lanka:

First off, here is the powerful American machinery in action. For 24 hours now, there has been a landing ["débarquement"] taking place — there is no other word — while helicopters continue the distribution [of "humanitarian" aid].

Cut to shot of a Sri Lankan beach where amphibious vehicles are disembarking from landing craft — unmistakably reminiscent of the D-Day landings. Note that above Pujadas used the word "débarquement" ("there is no other word"), which is the word most often used to refer to the D-Day landings. Footage of thousands of US marines offloading equipment.

These are harrowing developments. Unmistakably, the Bush Regime is gradually taking control of the entire world. From the nations along the Indian Ocean it is merely and hop, skip, and a jump to China. And then of course, the People's Republic of North Korea. We can see his malenvolent schemes manifested all over the faces of the Muslim people's.

But, the good Jihadi's have not played their last card. They are demanding the undeployment of the American Military:

Habib Rizieq Shihab, head of the Islamic Defender's Front (FPI), said yesterday assistance in Aceh could herald the start of an East Timor-style intervention designed to secure independence for the troubled northern province.

Mr Shihab told The Australian he feared the presence of hundreds of troops in Aceh would corrupt the province's strict Islamic culture.

Mr Shihab accused Canberra of using the excuse of humanitarian assistance to support a long-term strategy of undermining Indonesian sovereignty.

"Please Occupiers, move your feet from Indonesia as soon as your "humanitarian" work is done," he said. "They should not corrupt Islamic sharia law in force in Aceh, because we know that these foreign soldiers like to bring prostitutes with them. Also, these soldiers drink alcohol and in Aceh it is strictly forbidden."

My fine lawyer Biff, and I, are begginning the work of drawing up a charter for the Indian Ocean Liberation Organization. We will resist the occupation by any means necessary. A million Martyrs will throw the Military of jesusland into the sea.

The Screaming Memes Proclimation On World Peace - With a Little Help From Myhatma Gahndi

2005-01-10T18:50:00.000-08:00

I, Memes, doth hereby proclame that I have a vision for human world peace. We can attain to this vision if we ackknowledge the inherent reality that we have inherited. What the nobel Jihadi's are angry about is Isreal.

They are angry because Isreal stole there land, just like Bush stole the election.

If Isreal would just settle down and come and break bread at the Peace Table with Palistein (their Semitic too) than we could solve world peace. If the native Muslim Palisteinians could have there land back, they would be happy, and they would stop waging Jihad.

When trying to attain world Peace it is best to model our behavior after the truly peaceful giants of histroy. Ganhdi, of course, is the first to come to mind. So, what did Myhatma Gahndi have too say about Isreal and world Peace? Well, here it is, it is suttle and newanced, so read it thoughtfuly and carefully:

"I would like you to lay down the arms you have as being useless for saving you or humanity. You will invite Herr Hitler and Signor Mussolini to take what they want of the countries you call your possessions...If these gentlemen choose to occupy your homes you will vacate them. If they do not give you free passage out, you will allow yourselves, man, woman and child to be slaughtered, but you will refuse to owe allegiance to them."

"I am as certain...that the stoniest German heart will melt [if only the Jews] adopt active non-violence. Human nature...unfailingly responds to the advances of love. I do not despair of his [Hitler's] responding to human suffering even though caused by him."

"Hitler killed five million [sic] Jews. It is the greatest crime of our time. But the Jews should have offered themselves to the butcher's knife. They should have thrown themselves into the sea from cliffs."

Louis Fisher, Gandhi's biographer asked him: "You mean that the Jews should have committed collective suicide?" Gandhi responded,

"Yes, that would have been heroism."

Now, we can all see in stark contrast, the difference between a grate man like Gahndi and an evil man like Herr Hitler.

Screaming Memes Nominated For An Koufax Award

2005-01-09T18:48:00.000-08:00

The Screaming Memes and Diasy the Lamb Bolg has been nominated for an Koufax Award for "Best New Left-of-Center Blog."

No surprise their really, is their?

I believe that is a monatary stipend that comes with the Awrad. Something like $150,000.00.

That will come in handy in a pinch.

I would expect to take home all the honors because clearly I do better work than all the other "left-wing" bloggers. It is an epistemologically provable fact.

I would like to take this opportunity to say thanks to Ngude, and Horatio and Biff my fine lawyer. And as for my mother, well, I guess I won't be having to come out to the Hamptons every month to suck up to you for my Trust Fund dispensation.

So screw you, Mom.

The Sword Of Damocleese - Will jesusland Nuke Mecca

2005-01-09T05:03:00.000-08:00

I have it on good atuthority (my good friend, Vlad, who works at the NSC in D.C.) that the United States of jesusland (Bushitler Riech) has threatened to "vaporize" or , in other wrods, "Nuke" Mecca.

Vlad email me the following email,

To: memesporsche1237-qrtsptightend34@aol.com
From: vladstavrogin@us.gov.nschrdqrtrs.comsat9

File Under: Top Secret

Memes,
Just thought you might like to know, the Bush administration has identified the potential of nuking Mecca off the map as bin Laden's ultimate point of vulnerability – the Damoclean Sword hanging over his head. Keep this under your hat.

Sincerely,
Vlad Stavrogin
National Security Council
Dept. of Inteligence & Clandestine Activity

This explains why bin Landen has not come to our aid, as we suffer under the barbraric hand of the Bushitler Regime. We are occupied by a madman.

These are perilous times. How should we then live?

A Apology To Dasiy

2005-01-07T13:27:00.000-08:00

I had a bit of a break down last night. I don't want to go into it all, because it's a bit imbarassing. It happens to me evry once in a while. It's prat of my creative/artisitic nature. I am not always the calm, collected rational person that you see here on this blog day after day.

Anyway, the upshot is that Ngude, Horatio and Biff had to talk me threw it.

They sat me down and said, "You know Memes, you have a problem." And, of course, I insisted that I do not. And I kept insisting until Horatio started slapping me, like a girl. Like a little sissy,convulsing-with-sobs, wearing-a-pink-dress-with-a-ribbon-in-her-hair girl. It was humiliating.

But , good has come from it, because now I know that I do have a problem. and I am here to admit it.

So, here goes,

I, Memes, has a sexual addiction.

But, this is no ordinary sexual addiction. Oh no. It's ... Oh wait, I almost forgot.

I, Memes, say don't froget to drink Snapple while you're overthrowing the Goverment!!!

So, anyway, what I was getting at is my sexual additiction is not your normal sex addiction. It's not that I can't go without sex, because truth be told , incresingly, as i get older

Well, I don't really want to talk about it, but you know how a camel can go without drinking water for a long time, well, I, you know...

So, here's what my peculiar addiction consists of. I, Memes, is addicted to looking at young ladies. I just can't keep my eyes off the 21 and 22 year olds. I know it seems strange that I would be like this. I know it is wrong. I know now that it is a sickness. I know that I am in the throws of a ball-and-chain like addiction. I know, and am ready to admit, that I need hlep.

Ngude in particular, was helpful in me coming to my realizationinsists that I should not be such. For Ngude, when he was attedning San Francisco City College (studying to be a Master Talking Drum Player, and also getting his credential as a surrogate sex partner with an emphasis on homosexual relationships) took several classes dealing with learning the paramaters of male/female relationships. He said that in one class, called Mutual Respect 200, they learned the procdures and techniques required for the toning down of the evil nature of the male libido.

Apparently, unbeknownst to me, the whole world has been moving forward without me. what were once considered generally exceptable Male/female pattrens of behavior, are no longer deemed appropriate. Fro instance, apparently (this is all knew to me) , the little attempt I made at a clandestine tryst with Daisy, is not deemed appropriate behavior.

I am chaseand and imbarassed. What can I say?

so, let me just say this. Daisy, I am vary sorry about my inappropriate behavior. I now realize that I am old (53) by you're standards, and that young ladies such as yourslef consider it visual molestation to be oogled by men of my advanced age, or any man who is not of a appropriatly good-looking nature.

I am truly sorry. I hope you will except my apology and return to our movement soon.

The FBI Comes Knocking

2005-01-06T10:59:00.000-08:00

Sorry to get to the blogging so late, but an incedent occurred this morning which has kept me otherwise occupied. I was awakened by a frightful banging at the door. Horatio and I had had quit a bit of fun last night so, believe me, I was in no mood to greet the world. What's more, once I did stumble out of bed and over to my closet I was unable to find my robe, and all the clothes were in the hamper. Because of certain things that happened last night, I was certainly not going to put those clothes back on.

Here's the problem though; I, Memes, sleeps in his nature's finest. So there I am with no clothes on and this banging at the door. What to do? What to do?

"Could you hold on?" I called through the door, trying to quell their insistant hammering.

"FBI, open up now Mr. Memes.

Crap, I thought. And that's all I could think. Just crap.

Now, here's the thing: I don't want to brag, but I, Memes, is monstrously endowed. I try to keep the lid on my secret as much as possibile (wear loose fitting clothes, avoid x-ray machines whenever possible), accept with the ladies of course. But in this case, apparently I had no choice. So, I opened the door.

You should have seen the look of shock, no, dare I say, fright, on the face of the two FBI agents. I would swear one of them began to whimper like a small animal. I just stood there, impressive.

When they finally recovered

(wait, did I mention just exactly how endowed I am because it is a truly amazing freak of nature kind of thing. I'm sure that on some level my wangdoodle actually stretches beyond our demention into the fifth, sixth and a bit of the seventh demention themsleves. I would imagine that there are beings from other dementions who would wish that I could, somehow, tone down the glory of my maninfestation)

But, I digress, getting back to the story, when they finally recovered one of the FBI agents said something stupid like, "Can we come in? We just have a few questions for you Mr. Memes."

"I demand to know what this is all about," I replied.

"We have a few questions about some acquaintaces of you're's down at the Crescent Cafe."

"The what, I asked?" incredulously.

"The Crescent Cafe down on 6th down near the Village."

"Oh, you mean the Bagdad Cafe. Yes, by acquaintances, you mean the nobel jihadis with whom I, Memes, is doing business. That, my good man, is none of you're busnines. I will answer none of you're questions. Now, away with you."

"Mr. Memes, I'm sorry, but we insist," the prick of an Fricking Board of Insolence agent replied.

"How dare you. It is not in you're job discription to insist that a citizen of the Unitee States of America answer you're random and impertinat questions. Oh, but I forget, you live in jesusland, don't you? We;ll I don't, my friend. I still live in the USA and I am proud of it."

And, with that I picked up my cell phone and proceeded to call my attorney Biff. He lives next door, and he doesn't go to the office much, so he came right over and began to threaten the FBI agents with a litany of lawsutis, injunctions, and briefs. At which point, they suggested that I put on some briefs and take a little ride with them. After much tense negotiation, my attorney agreed to their request and he went with me.

For two hours they asked me the same questions over and over. "What are their names?" To which I replied, "I don't know. I haven't the foggiest." Then they would ask, "How could it be, Mr. Memes, that you don't know the names of people you do business with?" To which I replied, "In the business I am in, one does not need to know the names of one's comrades , only that we share the same interests."

"And what interests are those , Mr. Memes?" To which I replied, "Oh, certain political causes and initiatives of a humanitarian nature, such as feeding the poor, and looking out for the rights of the working man."

They also asked if I knew where the nobel jihadi's disappeared to when they go away for weeks at a time, which they do on a seemingly revolving basis. They also asked if I had any knowledge of any trading in weapons systems, or any plans to attack the interests of jesusland. I replied that, I don't.

And the truth is, I don't know anything.

I think one of the guys at the Bagdad is named Ahmed, but I'm not sure. It is very hard for me to decipher they're accents. And beyond that, they rarely speak directly to me, and do most of they're talking in exoctic dialects with which I am not familiar.

After hours of this b.s., the FBI informed my attorney and I that they had had enough of us, and we left.

We shall see how this new turn of events shall shape up.

A Great Apithy Is Spreading - The Forward March Of History Has Stopped Cold Turkey

2005-01-05T06:07:00.000-08:00

I sense a lack of my own relavence. It seems a great apithy is spreading across our land.

I know and have known that when fascists are not writing in to me and calling me names, and when I no longer have clamoring masses of proletariat asking me questions and speaking truth to power, then my movement is stuck.

It seems my movement has solidified and hardened into apithy.

I'm guessing that the reasons for this are manafold. Perhaps for instence, no body cares that Bush is hitler any more. Perhaps fro instence, no one cares if we call him Bushitler any more.

But, the most frigtening reason of all is perhaps that the fascists just aren't afraid of us anymore. They believe they have nothing to fear, since it seems to them that Bush fairly stole the election and that he's going to get a way with it.

They now seem to think that we people of the movement are nudered. That we are a bull without balls, nothing to fear. Well, the truth of the matter is they are right, because apithy has spread within as well.

Every one is just to contented.

It seems like when things are going well, than no one cares about the movement. If things were going badly then we could strat moving forward once again. Things have to go badly befroe I can make history get better.

And so, alas, behold, the long forward march of history comes to an end. I, Memes, do proclaim that it is over.

And don't froget, Drink Snapple while you are overthrowing the goverment.

And the wurst part of it all, is that Daisy stole all my Snapple money and is off sitting on a beach somehwere in California sipping on blue drinks and being catered to by gigoolos.

MemoGate Or Gaping Hell Mouth? Let Us Ponder

2005-01-03T14:53:00.000-08:00

I have ceased to believe that the roiling confluence of "writers" which constitute the "blog" matrices are in any way connected to the democratic construct which we have come to know as the "will of the people".

When a younger, more internet-savvy Memes constituency (a hot little number who goes by the name of Vanessa) first infromed me of the concept, and the apparent reality/possability, of logging my stray thoughts on the web in the form of a live journal of the inner-workings of the Memesian archives, I was excited. Finally, a way for me to manifest my movement for posteriority.

In the beginning , I was attracted to the energy and the potential revolutionary capacity of this web uprising, what I felt to be the possability that perhaps, finally, the proletariat were gaining they're "voice" in the world.

Alas, it has not meant to be.

Instead, the blogosphere has been the object of a populist riot never the likes of which have been seen. A frightening turmoil of hysterical voices and vices have made clear they're intentions that they will be heard. A harrowing rabble.The blogosphere has become a "free market" of ideas. Yet another capitalist construct insuring that the legion "crowd" will get what it wants.

To say that I am disappointed is an understatement. In fact, I am distraught.

For instance, let's take a look at the Memogate affaire (fr.): Bloggers have claimed the attack on CBS News as their Boston Tea Party. But on close examination the scene looks less like a victory for democracy than a case of mob rule.

On September 8, just weeks before the presidential election, 60 Minutes II ran a story about how George W. Bush got preferential treatment as he glided through his time in the Texas Air National Guard. The story was anchored on four memos that, it turns out, were of unknown origin. People are saying they can't be "authenticated."

Consider the memos in question. They were supposed to have been written by Lieutenant Colonel Jerry Killian, now dead, who supervised Bush in the Guard. We know Killian’s name was on them. We don’t know whether the memos were forged, authentic, or some combination thereof. Indeed, they could be fake but accurate. Quantuum physicstells us that sometimes things can be two things at once.

But, that didn't stop the rabble of bloggers from coming up with "theories". For example, the conservative blog Little Green Footballs posted a do-it-yourself experiment that supposedly "proved" the documents were produced on a computer. A self-proclaimed typography expert, Joseph Newcomer, copied the experiment, and posted the results on his personal Web site.

Newcomer gave the press what it wanted: a definite answer. Newcomer’s résumé — boasting a Ph.D. in computer science and a role in creating electronic typesetting — seemed impressive. His conclusions came out quickly, and were bold bordering on hyperbolic. The accompanying analysis was long and technical, discouraging close examination. Still, his method was simple to replicate, and the results were easy to understand:

"Based on the fact that I was able, in less than five minutes . . . to type in the text of the 01-August-1972 memo into Microsoft Word and get a document so close that you can hold my document in front of the ‘authentic’ document and see virtually no errors, I can assert without any doubt (as have many others) that this document is a modern forgery."

Red flags wave here, or should have. Newcomer begins with the presumption that the documents are forgeries, and as evidence submits that he can create a very similar document on his computer. He typed it up and it didn't look the same. This proves nothing — you could make a replica of almost any document using Word. Words can look like almost anything. Think about how many different fonts you have scene in ad copy alone.

I'm starting to think we need to rethink Deconstructionism. People seem to think they can get away with any "truth" now.

Snow As Trojan Horse - Possible Chemical Warfare Attack in United Arab Emirates

2005-01-02T13:29:00.000-08:00

The infallable, indefatigueable, inconquerably independent Agence French Presse aired a very importnt article yesterday. The geopolitcal implications of this story are harrowing. Here it is:

DUBAI (AFP) - Snow has fallen over the United Arab Emirates for the first time ever, leaving a white blanket over the mountains of Ras al-Khaimah as the desert country experienced a cold spell and above-average rainfall.

Dubai airport's meteorology department told AFP that snow fell over the Al-Jees mountain range in Ras al-Khaimah, which is the most northerly member of the UAE federation.

The English-language Gulf News reported that the mountain cluster, 5,700 feet (1,737 metres) above sea level, "had heavy night-time snowfall for the past two days as a result of temperatures dropping to as low as minus five Celsius (23 Fahrenheit)" and stunning the emirate's residents.

On Monday, 12.6 millimetres (half an inch) of rain fell on the desert emirate of Dubai, where it hardly ever rains, as police reported 500 accidents on its roads in 24 hours, including one fatality, as a result of a three-day downpour.

A cold spell has hit the country this week, with the mercury plunging to 12 degrees Celsius (53.6 Fahrenheit) in Dubai on Wednesday night.

The meteorology department, however, said the chilly weather in Dubai, where summer temperatures reach 50 Celcius (122 Fahrenheit), will probably end by next week.

I wouldn't go near that snow if I were them. This is a horrible human tragedy on a massive scale. For anybody with even half a brain it is clear what is going on here. This is just another one of George Bushes massacres of nobel jihadis' everywhere.

However, while George Bushitler has been killing people en mass for quite some time already this is the first reported case of use of WMD's, and this is the first time that the Reich's global warming maching "The Reignmaker" has been used as a delivery system for weapons.

Up until now the Reignmaker has simply been used to cause temporary interruptions in the weather. This time, however, it has been used to drop chemical weapons laden snow on the mountain peaks of the United Arab Emirates.

Oh, the humanity. Can you imagine all the little children, seeing snow for the first time in their lives, scampering up into the moutains, with corn cob pipes, and buttons, and carrots to set to work of making their very first snow men? There are now mountain slopes filled with half-finished snowmen and little Arab Emirati's laying dead, or in the throes of seizures associated with chemical weapons.

And don't get me started on what will happen when the thaw starts. Massive rivers of chemicals cascading down the mountainsides rushing like a tidal wave of death and desturction into the streets of Dubai. Never will we have seen mass causlaties like this since the Plague of the Dark Ages.

The UN will have to spend enormous resources building sturdy tent cities to house they're altruistic legion. Floods and tons of food and drink will have to be airlifted into the outskirs of Dubai to ensure the safety of the UN peacekeepers. Humanitarian aid stations will stretch as far as the eye can see as the UN reaches out to the young Emirati girls and boys with that special care that only the UN can despense upon the noble underprivaleged locals the world round, as they have been called to do recently in places like the Congo.

In the meanwhile, while we wait for the frist reports of death tolls to start to snap and crackle off the wire systems of the tireless media, we can only wait and pray for our movement to manifest itself in the streets of the United States.

Doing The Undoable

2004-12-31T20:28:00.000-08:00

Were gonn be celebraiting the new year here in about a half a hour. 2005 will be evntfull because is twill be the year that we dwstroy Bushitler and his gang of gulag maintining a-hole freaks.

Happy Nw Year to all my feirnds out ehtehe in Memesland.

I lvoe you all.

Merry freakin' new years,

S. Memes - and all that, their's something seems very profound agbout that right notw.

Hapy New year. Happy christman. war is over is you want it. wat is over if you want it. War is over if you want itr.

I love you all, man. I love you .

Are you having a good tieme to nitnb? I hope,sot because me and ngude and horaitio are havintga a great time, and I can tell you are too.

Happy znew year to Daisy whereever she's is. and to clover (the lisstle _ lamb . and to my deep friend IraqwarWropjngn. I loe yu man. Not in a way, you know whati maqne.

And I wantito drop a shout out to Rosen. rosen, we love you even if you are a zionist dog. I wish we could have fouedhn comon grouhnd but all ass it was not ment to be.

Dick cklar, I hope you're head feel s better.

Snoot dogg, lay off the cheeba for a few hours mand, hit it afeter midnitght.

Happey new year to grace slick, you still got it honey. My first wet dream was to your sound trakc. White rabgit baby. One pill makes you hared3r and one pill makes you soft and the one that mother gidves you anit worth nothing at all.

And to my motehr , I jhope you die ths year so I intherit all of you're money.

Screw you. you .. uhie

happy happy ahppyh.

I love youtjpeoplememes

Thinking The Unthinkable Again

2004-12-31T10:35:00.000-08:00

I have been thinking again. I realize it seems unthinkable, but I will say it anyway. This laser beam story is insane. Now, think with me here.

HOW CAN A LASER BEAM HIT THE COCKPIT OF A JET FLYING AT 8,500 FEET ELAVATION?

Where are they shooting this laser beam from? It couldn't be shot from the ground. There is no way. The angle is all wrong. There are no 8,500 foot mountains in the place's where these events occurred, so that is ruled out.

The only place these laser beams could have come from is other aircraft or satellites. Therefore, it is my conjecture, no,

IT IS MY ASSERTION THAT WE ARE ONCE AGAIN BEING ATTACKED BY OUR OWN GOVERMENT.

Because think about it you can't bend a lser beem into a cockpit. You can't "bend" light. Do you think maybe this is a precurser to a new round of "terrorist activity"?

Bush took a great deal of vacation time--just as he's doing now--prior to 9/11.On 9/11, there were damaging articles that were supposed to challenge Bush's election and spotlight that Gore won the popular vote.

Next week, will be a huge black eye for the president, with respect to his election. Conyers will contest the certification. Most likely many other Congresspeople and possibly senators will follow. Most damaging, average citizens will be out in massive force in DC to contest Bush and his fraudulent election.

We all know how Bush hates protesters or any kind of dissent. Just look at how he unraveled during the debates. Look at how he's cocooning himself away from any protesters during his precious inauguration. The man knows he can't handle tens of thousands of protesters carrying signs that embarrass him and call into question everything about him.Scary. This administration is just plain scary.

So, Bushitler is cooking up a new wave of "terrorist activity" to sacre us and keep us hidden in our houses.

Bushitler as Kidney Stone

2004-12-30T17:30:00.000-08:00

I have been having a horrible painful problem lately and it has led me to contamplate another way in which we may explain the Bushitler construct as metaphor.

I do not want to allow my personal problmes to interfear with my doing of my duty to Allah and country. I understand that it is my purpose here on Earth to bring down the bushitler regiem and restore some semblance of sanity to our land. I feel the grateness of this burden like a heavy stone in my kidney . The day that we ffinally piss Bush out of our constrained urethras, the better. We may be lying on the floor weeping and moaning and crying out in pain, but will all have been worth it.

I guess this is something only a fifty-three year old man could tell you. You out there, the youthful proleatariat of America, are not likely to ever have had direct experience of passing a kidney stone. You are not acquantied with pain like the graceful middle-aged person that I am. Let it be suffice to know tjhat a kidney stone (which is what Bush is to me) is like giving birth to a baby made of broken jagged pieces of glass.

I 'm sure you do know what I mean when you think about how you feel about Bushitler and what is doing to America, or what once was America.

Oh know, here it goes again. I gotta go, or at ,

We Will Crucify jesusland

2004-12-30T10:16:00.000-08:00

History is made by people who seize the moments that circumstances offer and bend them to their purposes. When the conditions are adverse, they nurse their purposes, their dreams of freedom, dignity and power, so that when their moment arrives, they are ready to seize it, even at the cost of their lives. On April 19, 1775, 700 British troops reached Concord, Massachusetts, to disarm the American colonists who were preparing to start an insurrection. When the British ordered them to disperse, the colonists fired back at the British soldiers. This "shot heard 'round the world" heralded the start of an insurrection against Britain, the greatest Western power of its time. And when it ended, victorious, in 1783, the colonists had gained their objective. They had established a sovereign but slave-holding republic, the United States of America.

The colonists broke away because this was economically advantageous to their commercial and landed classes. As colonists, they were ruled by a parliament in which they were not represented, and which did not represent their interests. The colonies were not free to protect and develop their own commerce and industries. Their bid for independence was made all the more attractive because it was pressed under the banner of liberty. The colonial elites had imbibed well the lessons of the Enlightenment, and here in the new world, they had an opportunity to harness liberty in the service of their economic interests. Backed by the self interest of their landed and commercial elites, and inspired by revolutionary ideas, the colonists had a dream worth pursuing. They were prepared to die for this dream - and to kill. They did: and they won.

On September 11, 2001, nineteen Arab hijackers too demonstrated their willingness to die - and to kill - for their dream. They died so that their people might live, free and in dignity. The manner of their death - and the destruction it wreaked - is not merely a testament to the vulnerabilities that modern technology has created to clandestine attacks. After all, skyscrapers and airplanes have co-existed peacefully for many decades. The attacks of 9-11 were in many ways a work of daring and imagination too; if one can think objectively of such horrors. They were a cataclysmic summation of the history of Western depredations in the Middle East: the history of a unity dismembered, of societies manipulated by surrogates, of development derailed and disrupted, of a people dispossessed. The explosion of 9-11 was indeed a "shot heard 'round the world."

Most Americans heard the shot clearly, (I, Memes, sure did that's for sure) - what they heard was deafeningly clear to them. And this is why we now stand with our Muslim brother in the Arab-American Revelutionaries Together (AART).

I only hope that we can musterd up as much bravery as our fellow brothers of the Jihad. These are heady times, When we will change the course of the history courses of the future. No longer will American hegemony spread like an oil slick across the oceans of time. No longer will we be haunted by the American hyperpower construct. No longer will the American gaze come blazing out from TV's to rape our women.

We will come like a thief in the night and arrest jesusland and bring him befroe Caesar and Herod to be humiliated by a law not of his dominion. We will beat him in the townsquare with the cat o'nine tales of postmodern diversity. We will thrash him with the 39 lashes of tolerance. And finally when he feels as if he can take no more we will hang jesusland upon the cross purposes of church and state. Will let him hang and hang in agony until he cries out "Why have you forsaken me?

And we will answer, "Because we hate you, because you are Bushitler the Beast."

Thinking The Unthinkable

2004-12-29T17:42:00.000-08:00

I think it is time that we think about the unthinkable. The list of the country's affected by the recent unprecedentedly massive earthquake and sunami which has already killed over 100,000 people (and is killing more every day in it's seemingly unstoppable campaign to shake Southeast Asia down to it's knees) is instructive of something which we will consider here in this article.

Here it is, now, the list of countries affected:

Sri Lanka: 13,000 dead
Indonesia: 4,500 dead
India: 3,500 dead
Thailand: 866 dead
Maldives: 52 dead
Malaysia: 44 dead
Burma: 30 dead
Bangladesh: 2 dead

Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Do you notice that all these countries which were most affected are all, without fail, predomanantly Islamic. Sri Lanka is Islamic. Indonesia is Islamic. India is Islamic. Thailand is Islamic. Maldives is Islamic. Malaysia is Islamic

They are all Islamic countires.

Now, do you really think that here

((just two months after Bush restole the electoral process and installed his illagitimate totalatarian goverment of jesusland,))

do you really think it is just a coincidance that (here in the midst of the war on Islam) that the Islamic jewel of Southeast Asia is attacked by a killer tsunami? Is it even remotely possible that this could be a conincidance?

No. It's not possible. The odds, if you calculated them, would be astronomical.

Look at the map. The non-Islamic countries were not affected. Indonesia, yes. The Nicobar Islands (with it's "christian" name) was not affected. How could this possibly be?

My sources tell me that they have it on good authority that this was a nuclear intervention. And, really, what other country on the face of the earth could possably build a nuclear device so large and terrifying as to wreak this kind of destruction?

The answer is: ONLY IN THE AMERICAN REGIME OF jESUSLAND.

It is becoming plane to see that George Bush is no real "christian". Instead, he is attempting to usurp the vary power of God of himself. He will stop at nothing.

4 Men worshiped the dragon because he had given authority to the beast, and they also worshiped the beast and asked, “Who is like the beast? Who can make war against him?”
- Revelation 13:4

What's happening before you're very eyes is so frightening, so harrowing, that it is almost impossible to believe. But, believe it we must.

The Demons

2004-12-29T10:23:00.000-08:00

What we see in the White House and the halls of power here in jesusland is pure fanaticism -- that radical spirit of alienation that ultimately motivates the Jihadis, too. This nihilism is the splinter in the heart of our modernity; it rejects everything; it proposes, finally, nothing in its place. It is the devil himself speaking out of his void, leading finally to the silence of Iago.

To understand it, we must look into the very faces contorted with rage, and the mouths uttering the vilest obscenities; the faces of Bushitler, Cheney, Rove, Wolfowitz, Perle, Strauss, etc. The evil is not coming from outside them: it is instead welling from the abyss within.

And yet the tragedy of these people -- whose fanaticism puts them beyond the pale of give-and-take in party politics, and whose views, should they spread, would take the whole democratic order down with them -- is that they know even less about themselves than they know about the world they condemn. They are angry, but finally they don't know why.

They don't believe they are evil, yet evil haunts them: "Bin Laden, Zarqawi, Hussein, etc." being only the straw men of the moment. The Bushitler regime do not believe in grace, as they say they do. Instead, they see only evil everywhere. They rail, and they rail, for they are demons wrenching with pain in the pit of their very own hell.

Memes Considering Converting

2004-12-28T13:05:00.000-08:00

I, Memes, does not believe in the infallability of the biblical proposition. In fact, I am likely to doubt the existence of a "bible" altogether.

Instead, I tend to think of the "bible" as a postmodern anachron, and an amorphous literary construct, somewhat similar to Danielewski's nightmare vision, House Of Leaves.

But, I'll tell you, these guys have me reconsidering the question of the "bible".

Neo-Fascism In America - Part 2

2004-12-28T10:21:00.000-08:00

I was able, through monstrous force of will, to refrain from drinking once again last night. I feel the need, as I have said, to delineate the totality of the Memesian vision. There is an urgency surging within me. I am like a vine laden with grapes, just bursting with sweet juices, or like the sea overflowing with blessings to poor out upon the land.

So here it is Part two of Neo-Fascism in America: The Memesian Vision:

Tapley and Chaitkan write [5], “In May 1933, just after the Hitler regime was consolidated, an agreement was reached in Berlin for the coordination of all Nazi commerce with the USA. The Harriman International Co (run by Prescott Bush) was to head a syndicate of 150 firms and individuals, to conduct all exports from Hitler Germany to the United States. This pact had been negotiated in Berlin between Hitler’s economics minister, Hjalmar Schacht, and John Foster Dulles, international attorney for dozens of Nazi enterprises.”

John Foster Dulles and his brother, Alen Dulles, were the lawyers looking after Bush family fortunes and investments in Nazi Germany. John Dulles would later become the US Secretary of State and the great power in the Republican Party of the 1950s. Allen Dulles would become head of the CIA.

Rockefeller’s Standard Oil Co. built large oil refineries in Germany for the Nazis and continued to supply them during the Second World War. In October 1942 the Bush banking operations in New York were investigated by the US government under the Trading with the Enemy Act. The capital trading stock of the Union banking Corporation, owned by Prescot Bush, Bunny Harriman and three German Nazi executives, was seized.

A number of prominent and wealthy Americans, including the Bush and Rockefeller families, helped support and build the fascist regimes of Franco, Mussolini and Hitler, with nearly 70 percent of the money that flooded into Germany during the 1930s coming from investors in the US.

In the inter-war years the Kennedy clan, another of America’s rich elite families, was making huge fortunes on the stock market and through bootlegging. Joseph Kennedy, multi-millionaire father of president to be, John F. Kennedy, was a friend of President Roosevelt and made large contributions to his election funds. Roosevelt appointed Kennedy Ambassador to Britain in early 1938 and while there, he befriended Viscountess Nancy Astor, the Nazi supporter. As fiercely anti-communist as they were anti-Semitic, Astor and Kennedy, like so many of their contemporaries, looked upon Hitler as a possible solution to both these “world problems.”

A small cabal of immensely wealthy families, friends and golf acquaintances who had either financed and armed Hitler or otherwise supported his rise to power, would go on to dictate almost every facet of American politics and global economics in the second half of the 20th century.

AART - Arab-American Revolutionary's Together

2004-12-27T07:02:00.000-08:00

I have forged an alliance with some of my brothers in the movemtn down at the Bagdad Cafe. It happened like this.

They herd Horatio talking one day about how I had been arrested by the goverment and they we're clearly intriegued. So Horatio explaned to them that I had been arrested because of my descent. They replied that they have had many brothers who have been arrested also.

Horatio then launcehd into a triade against the evil Bushitler and it was at this point that they came to knew that we were on the same side.

We had been going to Bagdad Cafe for years with no communication between us and the owners or patrons, but once they undrestood the depth of our hatred, once they had fathomed the profound abyss of our malevolence for Heir Reich, once they came to an apprehension of our invidiousness, the sheet odium, the repugnance, the bitter antipathy, the malignant force, and the occult well of our animus , then they were able to know that we were brothers who would never waver, WE ARE SOLID.

A series of high-level meetings were arranged and we set to the work of negotiating a mutuality of cooperation.

Thus, over time, we have hammered out an agreement whereby we will work together to bring down the Bushitler Reich. Their we're many issues to be discussed. We had to know that we were in agreement on the geopolitical events engaging the entire wrold.

When one understands that the Bush hydra has reached his tentacals into the four corners of the globe than one knows that one must be in accord on all the major issues, or at least know how one shall wrok together wherein, possibley, maybe, one is not in accord, or something like that anyway.

Fro instance, when it came to Israel, we had a sticky point. After all my bodygard Rosen is a viscous and deadicated Zionist. And I, Screaming Memes himslef, is also half a Jew, and I am vary proud of my heritage. But, our nobel Jihadi freinds at the Bagdad Cafe stand in bitter opposition to Israel and to the Jews themselves. When they came to know of our herditary affiliation, they suddenly came to have a look of distrust in their eye.

Rosen said, "What? Are you Jew-haters?"

"We do not like the Jews. The Jews are sons of monkeys and pigs."

Rosen got very angry at this point and jumped on top of the Jihadi and began beating him in the face, screaming "Never Again. Never Again. Never Again."

One of the Jihadis got a very serous look on his face and reached under his large coat with one hand and screamed, "Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar." I began to be a little concerned that he mite blow himslef up. But, another Jihadi calmed him down,and Horatio proceeded to pull Rosen off of the guy, and then Horatio beat the living crap out of Rosen. It was a terrafying display of musculinity.

So, you can see their were some tense negotiations involved in coming to this agreement with the Jihadi Muslims of the Bagdad Cafe. But, in the spririt of compramise I decided to lay down my disagreement s with the Jihadi's on the issue of my Jewishness as long as they would allow me to particapate in the nobel excercise of Jihad against Dar al-Harb.

That's what they call the Bushitler Reich.

I can see grate things in our future. These are people who mean business. And they are willing to stop at nothing. Such a spirit is just what I have been looking fro, and am unable to find, in the local university students.

Neo-Fascism In America - Part 1

2004-12-26T15:23:00.000-08:00

I have been so drunk as to have been utterly inchoherent for the past three days. I guess the day marking the birth of "jesus" is the day for this son of man, Screaming Memes, to go down into the belly of the earth for three days, only to reemerge with new life.

Here I am. I have sobered myself up and now I will attempt to apply myself in order to clearly delineate for you the totality of my vision.

Some weeks ago, The Herald newspaper, Glasgow, Scotland, published a letter in which I criticised the war in Iraq and suggested that the neo-cons in the US were a ruling neo-fascist elite. A trail of letters followed with one correspondent stating that I was making a serious error labeling them neo-fascist. He called them “tragically over-zealous apostles of liberal democracy.”

My interest in America began on the day after my 12th birthday; November 22, 1963, when President John F. Kennedy was driven along Deeley Plaza to his death. Within days I watched Lee Harvey Oswald being led out to his execution before the assembled media, and I was completely hooked on American politics. Four decades later, we still don’t know the truth about those astonishing events in Dallas. Like the all-too-many assassinations played out in front of the rolling cameras, American politics can be difficult to comprehend.

My own comprehension of American politics was helped enormously by a profound little essay, Escaping the Matrix, written by American, Richard K. Moore. [1] Moore, parallels the political situation in America with the Wachowski brothers’ film, The Matrix: “The defining dramatic moment in the film occurs just after Morpheus invites Neo to choose between a red pill and a blue pill. The red pill promises ‘the truth and nothing more.’ Neo takes the red pill and awakes to reality - something utterly different from anything Neo, or the audience, could have expected. What Neo had assumed to be reality turned out to be only a collective illusion, fabricated by the Matrix and fed to a population that is asleep, cocooned in grotesque embryonic pods. In the Matrix world, true reality and perceived reality exist on entirely different planes.”

In Moore’s Matrix metaphor, doses of ‘red pill’ allow us to comprehend the true reality of what is happening as opposed to an illusion deliberately created by the wealthy, ruling elite. As Morph tells Neo, “The Matrix is the world that was pulled down over your eyes to hide you from the truth… As long as the Matrix exists, humanity cannot be free.” Television and radio stations, news channels and most newspapers are owned by the ruling, wealthy elite who control the matrix. They dispense “blue pills” in the form of matrix propaganda, deliberately formulated to conceal the truth.

It has personally taken many years of slow awakening from the matrix narcolepsy for me to find an inverted reality where what I thought was the truth was a dream, and what I have awakened to is the reality of a true nightmare. Too many people believe fascism is only about goose-stepping, jack-booted Nazis. Too many people believe that American democracy is so strong that fascists could never take control of America. If you are sympathetic to those views, I invite you to consider the possibility that you are mistaken - invite you to sample a small dose of ‘red pill’.

Perhaps the only one way to understand fascism in America today is to trace its historical development there over the last century. “History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived. But if we rise up to meet it head-on, then history need not be re-lived. ” - Cia Bannar, film maker and human rights activist.

According to the matrix, powerful men of wealth who controlled America in colonial days, were replaced after the revolution by genuinely democratic representatives of the people. Every American school-child is taught that the fifty five “Founding Fathers” prepared a solid foundation of democracy upon which the Great Republic was built, and that Abraham Lincoln’s stirring Gettysburg address on “government of the people, by the people, for the people” meant what it said.

John D. Rockefeller, born in the US in 1839, the son of a quack conman who sold expensive “miracle cures” (Seneca oil) to people with cancer. Rockefeller inherited his father’s business ethics and became a war profiteer during the Civil War. While hundreds of thousands were dying for their cause, he amassed wealth by selling liquor at vast profit to Federal troops. With the proceeds Rockefeller bought into small oil concerns and by 1870, had enough money to set up the Standard Oil Company.

Over the next thirty years, Rockefeller also bought up railroads and banks and acquired a near monopoly of the US petroleum industry. Clearly, this is evil. By the turn of the century, he was counted among the richest men in the world. He financed numerous fine churches and institutions, including the University of Chicago. Matrix perception was of an extremely generous, Christian benefactor and philanthropist, but actual ‘red pill’ reality was very different. Journalist Ida Tarbell wrote that Rockefeller was involved in many illegal activities and in her book, The History of The Standard Oil Company, published in 1904, [4] exposed how big corporations were controlling the press and government. “Its power [Standard Oil] in state and federal government, in the press, in the college, in the pulpit, is generally recognized.”

In the early 20th century, President George W. Bush’s great grandfather, Samuel Bush, owned a steel factory producing rail-car parts. His son, Prescot Bush, attended the prestigious Yale University where in his final year in 1917, he was inducted into the secret society known as “The Order of Skull and Bones”. To this day a mere fifteen young men of “good birth” are pre-selected each year to Skull and Bones from the entire 11, 250 student population of Yale. Rockefellers were also members of Skull and Bones.

Skull and Bones has its roots in the teachings of German philosopher, George Hegel. The Nazis loved Hegel’s philosophy and Hitler used it, along with Nietzsche and others, to begin creating his “New World Order.” In the US in the 1920s, Hegelian philosophy was supported by John D. Rockefeller, who funded the notorious Eugenics Records Office, with its idea of mass sterilisation of blacks and other “inferiors” as a means of social control.

Prescot Bush was a member of Skull and Bones with his friend, Roland “Bunny” Harriman, son of the massively wealthy Harriman family. This Harriman - Bush connection is discussed in George Bush: The Unauthorized Biography, [5] “The Harrimans would become the sponsors of the Bushes, to lift them onto the stage of world history.”

Several years after leaving Yale, Prescot Bush was made director of Harriman’s bank; Brown Brothers Harriman. It was the largest private investment bank in the world (the bank’s website today boasts reserves of almost $3 billion). In the early 20th century, John D. Rockefeller and his friends, including Harriman, had taken control of American politics and politicians. Using their wealth from banking, oil, railroads and weapons manufacture, Rockefeller and Harriman had politicians in their pocket. They placed individuals such as Samuel Bush in senior government positions, enabling the siphoning off of huge amounts of federal funds.

With World War 1 raging in Europe, large profits were there for the taking. Sam Bush, the rail-car parts manufacturer, with no relevant experience whatsoever in weapons procurement, was made chief of ordnance for the War Industries Board. Bush was handed government control of small arms and ammunition purchasing and liaised with big armaments firms to supply the war effort. Rockefeller owned the Remington Arms Company and received huge government orders from Bush. Remington supplied over half of the ammunition and 69% of the rifles used by the US in World War 1. Tarpley and Chaitkan [5]write: “The US and British arms companies owned by these international financiers, poured out weapons abroad in deals not subject to the scrutiny of any electorate back home. The same gentlemen later supplied weapons and money to Hitler’s Nazis.”

In 1921, the elite founded the American branch of the Council on Foreign Relations - CFR - an organisation which, to this day, controls the world economy and most of its politics. According to its website, CFR is “A non-partisan center dedicated to a better understanding of the world and the foreign policy choices facing the US and other governments.” In ‘red pill’ reality it is a front for the elite to use their wealth to subvert nation states. In the 1930s they invested in German corporations which began building Hitler’s war machine. Walter Lipmann, a young man on President Woodrow Wilson’s team was charged with running the CFR. Lipmann, a man of extreme views, spoke of “the rascal multitude” of the people as “ignorant and meddlesome outsiders, a herd which has to be controlled by an intellectual specialist class.”

President Wilson also appointed John Edgar Hoover as Assistant Attorney General. Hoover was another man with extreme views and instigated the war on the “red scare” where espionage and sedition acts were used to launch a campaign against radicals and any left wing organizations. Thousands of innocent citizens were arrested and many forcibly shipped to Russia. J. Edgar Hoover was later appointed Director of the national police organization the FBI, and served as such from 1924 until his death in 1972. The US newspaper industry was controlled by the elite and Hoover ensured that the newly emerging radio stations would voice no opinion critical of the government - Hoover controlled the issue of broadcasting licences.

In 1926, Prescot Bush was made vice president of Harriman’s Union Banking Corporation of New York. It was becoming a Bush family affair. Union Banking had been set up by Harriman in partnership with the immensely wealthy Thyssen family of Germany. Funds were transferred back and forth to Germany through a Thyssen subsidiary bank in Holland. Fritz Thyssen was the prime sponsor of Adolf Hitler’s Nazi movement.

“Hitler… who promised a “New World Order”… had the backing of banks, industrialists, and transnational corporations, including those controlled or directed by America’s leading families, and the father of George H. W. Bush.” R. Joseph, America Betrayed [6].

You can see where I'm going with this, right?

I'm very tired right now, and besides I need a drink, to tell you the truth. It gets me very upset to think upon these things. It is a noble, but psychologically harrowing, effort to bring such truths up out of the dark basement of my mind, and into the light of day.

I will continue my work on this, the penultimate delineation of the Memesian vision, tomorrow. So, you can look forward to it.

Meanwhile, we will keep working together on all our plans; the class-action lawsuit, and the protests, and just the general chaos which we wield as our weapon of choice. I have a new initiative to share with you tomorrow. I'm calling it my AART Plan: Arab and American Revolutionary's Together.

We are going to keep hitting and hitting until we bring the Bushitler regime to it's knees.

2004-12-25T15:17:00.000-08:00

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I wentothe osht and mea nd haoriatio and

A Miry Christmess To All

2004-12-24T20:56:00.000-08:00

I have bene drunked for over thirty sicks houres strateight now.

Hor ratio and I, have been drnkinking whiskey for

I dont'nt know what too say.

I know it is all most Christmess. Taht's hall I know. rightnow.

I want to wish you all a beautiful time with your families, evne thouwgh I hate Christmess. I knkonwo is it is a special time of year.

Bless you,

Screaming Memes/Pastorius/Horatio/Ngude/Daisty the Lamb

U.S. Army Havresting Iraqi Organs For Experimental Medial Procedures, and the like

2004-12-23T09:53:00.000-08:00

My sources in France and Germmany tell me that the U.S. military in Iraq is harvesting and selling human organs.

Reports indicate the transformation of the American humanitarian mission in Iraq into a profitable trade in the American markets through the practice of American physicians extracting human organs from the dead and wounded, before they are put to death, for sale to medical centers in America.

A secret team of American physicians follow the troops during their attacks on Iraqi armed men to ensure quick [medical] operations for extracting some organs and transferring them to private operations rooms before they are transferred to America for sale. "The reports confirm the finding of tens of mutilated cadavers or cadavers missing parts.

SOME BODIES WERE FOUND WITHOUT A HEAD. It is thought that American physicians are harvesting the brains for experimental full-brain tranplant operations.

The American military command could not offer reasons to explain the bewilderment about the missing parts, suggesting that this may have been caused by the penetration of bullets to the [missing] parts. But these excuses cannot be medically accepted.

The reports also confirmed that the burning of bodies was deliberate in order to conceal the crime of organ extraction. [The reports] further indicate that American medical teams have [made] active and suspicious moves in Iraq to recruit some Iraqis to guide them to dead and critically injured individuals to engage in the extraction of organs. These teams offer $40 for every usable kidney and $25 for an eye.

The reports confirm the finding of mutilated bodies in Fallujah. The reports indicate that the cadavers are immunized inside special cars to prevent the spread of the plague until the bodies are buried by their relatives. "The reports have indicated that a number of those killed in 'Abu Ghraib' and other prisons were subjected to operations for extracting their organs.

Following their mutilations, the bodies were discarded far from the prisons to conceal the facts. The reports revealed that that the American forces restricted the media by force to prevent them from getting near the scenes and recording the events.

Every person involved in this organ-harvesting plot and every person involved in it's coverup, should be lined up and shot.

Buy Nothing Day - Today And Tomorrow

2004-12-23T06:48:00.000-08:00

Today and tomorrow is "Buy Nothing Day." Since we all know that capitalism is evil, and money is evil, then we need to do something to free ourselves from the chains of money. What can we do? NOTHING.

BUY NOTHING. NOT A THING.

That way no money will be circulated. No products will be sould. No one will make any money. Merchants pockets will be empty. Clerks will stand there with nothing to do. People who work on assembly lines and car lots and gas stations and book stores and resterraunts and concert halls and Starbucks and McDonalds and Coca Cola stores and Nike stores and Donna Karan and Kenneth Cole stores and all stores and factories and office buildings, everywhere, PEOPLE WHO WORK EVERYWHERE WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO.

THEY WILL JUST STAND THERE.

IT WILL BE GRATE!!!

The machine of capitalism will grind to a halt. Then everyone can just go home and be at peace.

That's my wish for this Holiday season. Now, if you will excuse me, me and Horatio have to get over to Ngude's place. He just called and said he got a new shipment of sweet Jamaican he can sell us.

Something Big Coming

2004-12-22T15:13:00.000-08:00

I was out earlier today, with Horatio at my side, with his gun at the ready. I do not go out unguarded anymore, ever.

Anyway, there was an odd feeling in the streets today. There were, literally, millions of people swarming, moving too and fro, with expectent looks on their faces, carrying bag upon bag as if they are stocking up for something that will keep them in their homes. As if they sense that something were just around the corner.

One can sense the movement ready to happen, when one walks among the masses.

I sense we will see something very big emerge, shortly.

Menses: The Most Beautiful Flower In The Garden

2004-12-21T11:59:00.000-08:00

My lawyer, Biff, and I have been looking into ways to establesh and document the extant of the damages caused by the fact that all of humanity is forcibly wedged into this unnatural christian Totalatarian 7-day work week. We consulted with my good friend Susan, who happens to be a Certified Women's Studies Professor at the local city college, and she advised us that, yes it is true, that the seven day wrok week is an abomanation.

Susan gently explained to us (Susan has a vary calm way about her, from all her years of meditating, drinking wheat grass juice, and just thinking correctly, she has the calm of the person who is correct all the time) that the whole world actually works on the 28-day cycle of the goddess, Menses.

Menses, it seems, was a sweet, fragrant flower in the garden of Diana. In the ancient days when the Goddess Luna rained, before the current evil paternalistic age of Pisces, Menses was the most beautiful flower in the Garden. But then, the vicious and diabolical god Apollo ascended into the sky, and set fire to all that was good and beautiful.

The beautiful flower goddess Menses was instantly scorched and set alight. She was liquidated, nevre to be scene again.

Diana, the tendress of the once-beautiful garden, became very sad and began to weep and moan. The world has never scene a woman more sad than Diana was in the early part of the age of Pisces. But, in her weeping, their emerged a new idea in Diana's conscioiusness. And that new idea was The Seed. She thought to herslef, "I will disperse little seeds upon the ground and from forth of one them shall cometh a beautiful flower just like my beloved Menses. "

And surely enough, Menses did spring froth from the ground. But, the age of Pisces is raigned by the dynasty of Apollo and therefroe Menses was no longer eternal. She was still the most beautiful of all the flowers in Diana's once perfect garden, but now her life span was just 28 days.

So, you see, this is the origin of the 28 day cycle. And this 28 day cycle forms the rhythm of life. If we live by the rhythm of life we will be blessed. If we choose to go against the rhythm of life we shall be accursed with all the evil's of the age of Apollo (Bushitler, etc.) .

So, Susan, Biff, and I were agreed. A 28 day work week it shall be. From now on, people will wrok twenty days straight and then take eight days off.

Doesn't that sound like it will work better?

jesusland Has Already Been Estableshed In Suttle Frightening Ways

2004-12-20T06:05:00.000-08:00

I was thniking about the sutble ways that Bushitler has begun to introduce jesusland. The tanks in the streets and UNPERSONING of people aren't enough for him. The extant of his ego is such that he needs to project into every crevice of our lives. He needs to infaltrate our every crevice and make his will known to us.

The most herrowing revalation I have had is that everything we do is just completely dominated by and filled with the jesusland hegemony already.

Now, I want you to think with me on this. Get ready, cause this is a big one, and it is mind-boggaling:

Oh wait, I almsot frogot again:

Remember, I, Memes, says drink Snapple while you are overthrowing the goverment.

Ok, so her'e's what I was saying: jesus land has already been established. Think about this because it is HUGE:

THE SEVEN DAY WORK WEEK (five days on and two days off ((one of them being Sunday)) ).

Do you see what I mean. That's from the "bible" people, That is not right.

We are already domanated (please take note that the word domanated is itself a form of domanation because it contains two roots , one is Dom which means "god" and the other is nation, and you know what that means, godnation = jesusland. See how thoroughly the bushiter hegemony has infaltrated every crevice of our lives).

We are already controlled. We are already subjagated. The noose is already around our necks. We are held down and the knife is at our throat. We are under the influence of evil. A tyranny is amongst us. The command and control center of the Bushitler totalatarian regime is beaming out signals that make us think that everything is supposed to be under the rule of god.

WE CAN NOT STAND FOR THIS!!! WE CAN NOT STAND FOR THIS!!!

I will say it again; WE CAN NOT STAND FOR THIS@@@

sHAME ON YOU bUSHITLER. sHAME SHAME SHAME!!!

So, I have made it my new year's resolution, my new initiative to tare down the seven day work week.

I have hired a lawyer and am bringing forth a class-action law suit against the Bushitler regime, on the part of everyone who wants to participate. We are demanding damages in the hundreds of billions of dollars, for the horrifying oppression which has been laid upon so suttlely.

If you want to particapate in the law suit just leave a comment and will get you in on this. This is gonna be grate. Were all gonna be rich as sin.

I, Memes, says if you're are a cool teenage girl who like the "mall life", why not download the new Lindsay Lohan CD Speak, from iTunes for only $9.99.

Remember, I, Memes, says give iTunes during this special Holiday, (Kwazna, WinterSolstice, Chanuka, Descent of the Coca-Cola Bottle, Lotus Tree Day, Ramadan, etc.) Season of giving.

We Are In A Fellini Movie Because Of George Bush

2004-12-18T14:43:00.000-08:00

Give me a break — or yet anothrer glass of vodka. We've gone from shock and awe to shuck and jive, and Captain Quagmire,. Now he's got the White House, the Congress, the Supreme Court, the military and a chip on his shoulder he's calling a mandate.

I don't know about you, but I'm getting a Republican haircut just to blend in.

For four years it's been one big all-you-can-eat buffet (fr.) for the corporations, and now they're coming back for more. Go ahead, you marvelous bastards! Rip out all the trees, pave the beaches, build 12-lane freeways, plunder the treasury, destroy our future. Cook the books, rig elections, pack the courts, hand the regulatory agencies over to fascist maniacs. Invade more countries, declare code red, invoke martial law, and keep going until your oil-sucking exploits kick off a nuclear exchange.

By God (or Diebold), you've earned it. You've hoodwinked the evangelicles. You've threatened the jurnalists. You've built a propaganda machine and disguised it as a legitamate cable news network. You've used it to force-feed every right wing loon from Ashcroft to Zell down our throats until they began to sound normal. You've used phony goverment alerts to manipulate the trailer park patriots, and you've dismantled the separation of church and state to the point where the stars and strips represents the anti-choice, fuel-guzling, homosectual-hatin' God of the blow-dried televangelists.

Yes, Mr. President, it's your great and lasting legacy. You've brought brazen deciet into the political mainstream. In fact, it wouldn't be to much too say you are the single most credable Republican since Dan Quayle sprayed that grey stuff on his sideburns. And now you say you want my support. To assume you are being sincere is in itself a faith-based initiative, but in the spirit of fleeting bipolaritysanship, I'll play along.

I pledge allegiance to the united corporations of America. For the next four years I will continue wearing my Nike shirt, my Adidas shoes, and my Old Navy logo pullover. While eating my corn flakes, if I find that I'm chewing on a coupon, I'll suppress the thought that the corporations aren't content to have turned me into a human billboard, they want me eating their advertising, too.

I'll do my best to suppress my inner enviro mentalist. When my consience says things like, "Hey! Isn't that bio-enganeered food you are eating?" I will assure myself that the radioactive waste in my dental work will kill off any cooties.

I will overlook the fact that you've done more damage to feminism than 20 years of gangster rap, and I will ignore the fear that we will soon need Sherpa guides to reach the ruins of anything resembling such relics as an eight-hour work day. I will do my best to ignore the feeling that I've fallen into a Fellini movie by ignoring the eyes of the old TV news anchors who, caught up in TV's sudden shift to the right, seem to be trying to tell us something they aren't allowed to say on the air.

I will suppress my suspicion that you are part of the same gang of psychopaths who brought us Enron, Vietnam and Dallas '63, and I will shelve my theory that the best way to make a dent in terroirism is to invade the state of Texas. And I promise not to move to Mexico, which seems pointless anyway since it appears to be moving to me.

Those are my concessions, Mr. President. Now I need a few from you. I've found it hard to feel proud of America since you first took office. I was among the millions who were appalled when you morphed the home of democracy into a rogue nation endorsing the kind of preemptive war that characterized the Nazis. I don't want a Cowboy-in-Chief roaming the world in search of convenient villains on which to impose gunslinger justice. There's a place for that in an episode of "Gunsmoke," but in today's world we have the United Nations to resolve international disputes. It took World War II and the deaths of 53 million people to create that institution; it seems a waste to disregard that so you can play Judge Roy Bean.

Your West of the Pecos diplomacy has created a trickle-down paranoia that is ruining the neighborhood. We are becoming a dog-eat-dog, everyman-for-himself nation of fair-weather friends. That's what happens when the PATRIOT Act makes enemies of librerians and when the Pentagon begins probing our emails. There are other ways to track Al Qaeda without having to know everything about me going back to those X-ray specs I ordered from the back of Boys' Life.

I know we don't agree. After all, I am a liberal — by your definition, a godless feminist heathen running an abortion clinic in my kitchen and a gay wedding chapel in my garage. Hey, in today's economy, a guy's gotta make a buck. But rest assured that I am no atheist. I know there must be a God. With you in the White House, if there wasn't, we'd surely be dead by now.

Atheists Beat Back jesusland - Put An End To "Giving Tree"

2004-12-17T18:00:00.000-08:00

Sidney and Jennifer Stock are two people you need to know about. They worked very hard to manifest the solidness of they're movement (probably a lot of grunting and huffing, and maybe even some wheeping and moaning and nashing of teeth.);0)

Read about them, and know that there're people out their who are willing to stop at nothing in order to take down the totalatarian regime of jesusland. We can all be proud of the Stocks and admire them:

BELLEVUE - You can't miss the Christmas tree in Bellevue City Hall.
"It's decorated with gold balls and gold ribbon," described a city worker.

They don't actually call it a Christmas tree.

"We call it the 'giving tree' because it's meant as a season of giving and that's what it's for," explained Patrice Cole, who just made a donation.

The tree is adorned with requests for gifts from needy families. It generates nearly $25,000 worth of donations.

So, you might be surprised that Sidney Stock would look at this tree and say, "I resent it."
Sidney and Jennifer Stock are atheists.

They asked the city council to remove the tree because it represents Christmas, which is a Christian holiday.

Stock says city hall should: "Act as a place where everybody feels welcome. It is impossible for everybody's religious belief to be displayed and non-religious belief to be displayed, so therefore, no religious beliefs be displayed."

The courts already sided with the city on this one.

Barbara Ramey, spokesperson for the city explained. "Courts have ruled that Christmas trees are actually a secular symbol so given that, we are within the court precedents set on this issue," says Ramey.

The Stocks complained after a city worker told them the tree makes him feel out of place, and if he says so, he fears for his job.

The couple's already gotten hate-filled phone calls, but they speak out anyway, because they believe many people feel the way they do but stay silent.

"There are a lot of people who've come to this country, maybe have been here for years, who don't feel freedom to say anything," says Jennifer Stock. "So we feel we're saying it for those people. Not just for ourselves."

The city doesn't plan to take the tree down and expects it will go up again next year.
They can also expect to hear from the Stocks.

Sidney Stock points out that to bring about change, you have to stir the pot.

"I try and be aware of injustice and inequality when it affects anybody or everybody," he says. "Certainly this is something that has been a problem for as long as I can remember."

It has been a problem for as long as I can rmember too, Mr. Stock. I am so glad that I am not the only one speaking out on this issue.

You'll will notice that the city of Bellevue, jesusland, has tried to subvert our consitutionel rights by NOT calling it a christmas tree. They call it a "Giving Tree" instead. Wink wink nod nod.

Oh yeah, like that's gonna fool us. What? Do you take us for a bunch of buffoons or something?

Sidney is to be commended for the gargantuan movement he has displayed. It really is eextraordinery. But, rreally, we all need to be preparing oursleves for the day, when we will have to take up arms against our oppressors, these "Giving Tree" jesusland frickin' mainiacs.

Oh yes, and don't froget:

I, Memes, says when you come home from shopping at the Gap and the Limited, and after you have eaten at places like Johnny Rockets and Cinnabon, and befroe you go home to watchCharmed on Tv, why not download the new Lindsay Lohan CD Speak, from iTunes for only $9.99.

Remember, I, Memes, says give iTunes during this special Holiday, (Kwazna, WinterSolstice, Chanuka, Descent of the Coca-Cola Bottle, Lotus Tree Day, Ramadan, etc.) Season of giving.

A Vary Chilling Occurrance In Midtwon

2004-12-16T13:21:00.000-08:00

Horatio and I were out today walking the streets in midtown when we saw somthing that was vary chilling and deifies explanation.

There was a man in a suit, with long hair and a beard, walking about 20 paces ahead of us. Suddenly a car pulls up and a man in a suit and sunglases get out and jumps in front of the man on the sidewalk and shoots him in the head. Bang, just like that. All the jelly and plasma flying through the like liquid confetti of terroir (fr.).

As luck would have it on the faitful day, their was a policaman driving by at that exact time. So, he corners the shooter on the street, gun drawn, and orders the shooter to put down gun. The shooter very calmly and confidantly did so, and said, "Under the orders of Permaman."

At that point, the cop put his gun back in his holster and asked to see the shooters papers, which he calmly pulled out of his wallet. The polieceman looked at them very briefley and waved the man on.

The man got back into the car, and than another man jumped out of the other side, and opened the trunk of the car. He proceeded to pull seven or eight bags of sand out of the trunk, and pour them over the dead body, sokeing up the blood.

He then put a sheet over the body. And than he got bakc into the car and drove away , leaving the policemen their to radio in a request for a ambulance.

What could this be other than what I think it is?

What I think it is is to frightening to put in to wrods.

How shall we than live?

Christian Totalatarianism And There Breeder Agenda

2004-12-15T13:52:00.000-08:00

From deep in the red states come's this herrowing news:

Conservatives Take on Christmas Cause

By ALLEN G. BREED, Associated Press Writer

Emboldened by their Election Day successes, some Christian conservatives around the country are trying to put more Christ into Christmas this season.

In Terrebonne Parish, La., an organization is petitioning to add "Merry Christmas" to the red-lighted "Season's Greetings" sign on the main government building and is selling yard signs that read, "We believe in God. Merry Christmas." And a Raleigh, N.C., church recently paid $7,600 for a full-page newspaper ad urging Christians to spend their money only with merchants who include the greeting "Merry Christmas" in ads and displays.

"There is a revival taking place in our nation that is causing Christian and right-minded people to say, `Wait a minute. We've gone too far,'" says the Rev. Patrick Wooden Sr., pastor of the Raleigh church. "We're not going to allow the country to continue this downward spiral to the left."

... the "keep the Christ in Christmas" contingent is particularly agitated this year ...

"I think it is part of a growing movement of people with more traditional values, which make up the majority of people in this country, saying enough is enough," says Greg Scott, a spokesman for the Arizona-based Alliance Defense Fund.

To that same end, the Virginia-based Rutherford Institute, which says it received the UPS driver complaints, has reissued its "12 Rules of Christmas" guide to celebrating the birth of Jesus.

"I think the businesses and the schools have just gone too far; this is the final straw," says Institute president John W. Whitehead.

But to many, the threats and demands that stores put up "Merry Christmas" signs are no laughing matter.

"Why not simply require stores owned by Jews to put a gold star in their ads and on their storefronts?" the Rev. Jim Melnyk, associate rector of St. Mark's Episcopal Church in Raleigh, wrote in a letter to the editor.

See, that's wheer this is all going. Their going to round up all the Jews, but like Ellie Weesel said,

"frist they came fro the Jews, then they came for the retards, than they came for wheelchair people, than they came for the Christians, than they came for Intelligent people, and than they came fro me."

I mean what right do they have to be pushing Jesus on us like that? Intimadating us. Violating us. Spiritually raping us, in a sense. A very real sens.e

We have reason to be frightened. Bushitler is instituteing jesusland one cross at a time. And then when he has completley totalatarianized the entire country he will hang all the non-believers on his crosses, becuase that is completley consistant with what he did when he was govanor of the redneck state of Texas.

And you notice that the guy who wrote this frickin' artical is name "Breeder." that's because the Bushitler regime hates gays. So, they are trying to normalize heterosexuality as much as they can in our minds. There will be little clues all over the place that heterosexuality is normal. TV will tell us it is, with sitcom after sitcom of mom's and dads, and sport's stars with wife's and kids watching them all smiley and dreamy-eyed about how grate "Dad" is. And we'll see clues in the movies,like that frickin Christmas with the Kranks. They subtlally try to slip in they're whole heterosexual subtext of "family" and "christmas" and all that crap.

And of course the evil corporation Clear Channel

Oh wait, that reminds me:

I, Memes, says when you come home from shopping at the Gap and the Limited, and after you have eaten at places like Johnny Rockets and Cinnabon, and befroe you go home to watchCharmed on Tv, why not download the new Lindsay Lohan CD Speak, from iTunes for only $9.99.

Remember, I, Memes, says give iTunes during this special Holiday, (Kwazna, WinterSolstice, Chanuka, Descent of the Coca-Cola Bottle, Lotus Tree Day, Ramadan, etc.) Season of giving.

Ok, sorry about that. As I was saying that frickin evil Clear Channel corporation will be playing song after song on they're radio stations, stupid freakin' hetero love songs, and hetero sex songs. Wi'll have to be lambasted and completley marinated in all there hetero love juices.

It really makes me sick, and I'm hetero, as I'm sure you can tell, because I'm all man. Not a gay bone (so to speak) in my hole body. You know it's true because, after all, I did get busy with Daisy the other night. God, that chick is just such a ... Well, she's a nice girl. Let's just leave it at that.

I hear a strange noise

2004-12-14T20:06:00.000-08:00

What could that noise be. Oh wait I know its the sound of someone trying to pick up the peices of his shattered male ego.

I would just like to clairify for my (our but it relly pains me to use plurel possessives these days) that the incredably considerate bouncer I met, Roald Fend, was a full 6 foot five inches tall. I do konw that there was a relativly tiny but solidly built barmaid lady that Memes kept antaganizing (after his seventh drink instead of asking politely he got rell beligerant and mostly just called out "HEY DYKE can I get another one NOW") Perhaps he is confusing the two. I do know that he confused my rear with some kind of hand rest so anything is possible.

As for the rest of that previous post I relly do'nt know what to say. Plenty of people have told me that I am a rather attractive young lady of proper proportions and Memes was sure singing, a different tune on the night of question. And I do mean that litteraly becuase at one point that old Sirhan Sirhan song "Hungry like the Wolf" song came on and he must of thought suddenly that it was kareoke time becuase he got down on his hands and knees and sang along, inbetween growling at me at least.

Look Memes. It just can not be between us. JUST EXCEPT IT. Lets move on becuase I am still willing to be your friend and I relly think you are scaring poor little Clover with these anticks. I like you but I don't like you like that. I never will. We are just to diffrent (recall window treatment metaphore)

I still will except a apology.

UPDATE: also Memes not sure if you remember telling me about it but if/when you decide to apoligize I have a friend who is a pharmacuticle rep and I could send you some pampflets from him about that whole "little man" disfunction you were talking about in detail to me.

I Refuse to Apologize

2004-12-14T15:55:00.000-08:00

You know I was thinking about how I was thinking about the post that I wrote yesterday, about how we are being like abused housewife's under the steadfast and dangerous hand of the Bushitler Reich. And, I was remember how intensley I concentrated and the thetawaves were fluttering in the back of my cerebral crotex. It was something to behold. Anyway, all of the sudden a thought came to me.

It was intense.

I reallized that Daisy is abusing me just like the Bushitler Regime. And I am acting like a poor patehtic desperate Housewives. I need to learn how to grow a sac and get up and hlep mys elf.
I did nothing wrong, so I refuse to apologoize. I tried to hlep Daisy by infroming her of all the evils lurking behind every corner in the Big City, but she did not watn to listen, No.

Diasy, is , I'm afraid, determined to do herslef in. It is obvious. She invites trouble.

She did not know the man in question. She says he was a bouncer, but he was like four and a half feet tall and, I'm sure, was minutely endowed. Really, if she was looking for a little action he was not the man for her, because (I'll let you all in on the secret) Daisy is a little bit on the big side , if you know what I'm mean.

Oh, here, by the way, the ad agency emailed me and suggested that I throw in a "Lifestyle Propositions" into my iTunes ads in order to "target the right psycho graffics" (whatever the eff that means. I hate coporate jesusland. I hate coporations so much I want to detroy them all, so we can live in peace. if we destroyed coporations then Bushitler would come down with them just like Sauron came down after the Ring was detroyed in Mrodor.)
Anyway, here's a message from our sponsor:

I, Memes, says when you come home from shopping at the Gap and the Limited, and after you have eaten at places like Johnny Rockets and Cinnabon, why not download the new Lindsay Lohan CD Speak, from iTunes for only $9.99.

Remember, I, Memes, says give iTunes during this special Holiday, (Kwazna, WinterSolstice, Chanuka, Descent of the Coca-Cola Bottle, Lotus Tree Day, Ramadan, Seek the Sikh Cheek to Cheek Festival, Shiva's Morn, etc.) Season of giving.

So, anyway, Daisy acted like a slut. She was probably just trying to play me. She really has a thing for me (what women does'nt) and, but, shes' afriad of how solid in love she is , and she's afraid of what a real man like I, Memes, can do to her, so she tried todeny the power, and she acts like a slut with other men.

I will not apollogize, but I will frogive Daisy, because now I realize that she can't help herself.
It's just the ways of the world.

And remember. I, Memes, says Drink Snapple while you're are overthrowing the government.

How's that for a psycho graffic freakin' Lifestyle Proposition, freakin' ad agency?

They Beat Us Because They Are Abusers

2004-12-13T15:44:00.000-08:00

Dear Friends,
It is no surprise that the the Bushiteler regime and the Republicans are soar winners. They have spent the better part of the past month beating their chests, threatening to send to Siberia any Republicen who doesn’t tow the line (poor Arlen Specter), and promising every thing short of maritial law if the we the peopel don’t do what we are told.

Whats' worse is to watch the pathetic sight of the DLC (the conservative, pro-coporate group of Democrats) apologizing for being Democrats and promising to “purge” the party of the likes of, well, ALL OF US! They say their going to get rid of us? We'll get rid of them.

Watch Dan Rather apologise for not getting his facts straight, he's humiliat'd before the eyes of America. Observe Donna Brazille squirm as she is ridiculed by Bay Buchanan. Listen as Donna and Nancy Pelosi and Senator Charles Schumer take to the airwaves saying that they have to go back to the drawing board and learn from their mistakes and try to be better, more likable, more appealing, have a stronger message, speak to morality. Watch them as they are forced to awkwardly quote the bible, forced at gunpoint to speak the ‘new’ language of jesusland.

Surf blogs like that frickin CUANAS , andsee the evil Nazi hatreed of the Bushitler minions foaming over like rabid dogs. Read the comments of dismayed, discombobulated, confused people of the Movement trying to figure out what they did wrong. Hear the cacaphony of voices, crying out, "Why did they beat me?"

And then ask anyone who has ever worked in a domestic violence shelter if they have heard this before.

They will tell you: Every single day.

The answer is quite simple. They beat us because they are abusers.

Ok, wait. I all ways froget:

I, Memes, says give iTunes during this special Holiday, (Kwazna, WinterSolstice,
Chanuka, Descent of the Coca-Cola Bottle,
Lotus Tree Day, Ramadan,
Seek the Sikh Cheek to Cheek Festival,
Shiva's Morn, etc.)
Season of giving.

Ok, so back to the my point: We can call it hate. We can call it fear. We can say it is unfair. But we are looped into the cycle of violence, and we need to start caling the dominating side what they are: ABUSIVE. And we need to recognize that we are the victims of verbel, mental, and even, in the case of Iraq, physical violence.

As victims we cant stop asking ourselves what we did wrong. We can't seem to grasp that they will keep hitting us and beating us as long as we keep sticking around and asking ourselves what we are doing to deserve the beating.

Listen to George Bush say that the will of God excuses his behavior. Listen, as he refuses to take responsability, or express remors, or even once, admit a mistake. Watch him strut around all cocky and cocksure and tell us that he will only work with those who agree with him, and that each of us is only allowed one question (soon, it will be none at all; abusers hit hard when questioned; the press corps can tell you that). See him surround himself with only those who pledge oath's of allegence.

And watch all of us walk on eggshells, so that we wont' be arested or UNPERSONED. We distance oursleves from gays and civil rights because we realize we will be looked at askance if we care about other people. Watch us squirm. Watch us fall into a world of hellfire and handmedowns, and handkerchifs in movei theaters, and hackneyed b.s. on Fox News and horific wars waged on inocent and ignorant thired worlders, and helples hate receivers, and handgreanades, and horshoes rung around our necks and more than anything , Hydrogen bombs hellaciously halting the hole of humanity on the holiest of holies, the homeless haloed spirit of humaness.

I'm beginning to believe I am going crazy. Bushitler is making me feel like I'm going crazy. But, it's him that's crazy. IT"S HIM!!!

How to break free? How can we brake the shackles that the Bush regime has cuffed us in so satanically and sadistically. The answer is quite simple.

YOU MUST ADMIT YOU ARE A VICTIM. Then, you must declare the state unexceptable. Next, you must promise to protect yourself and everyone around you that is being victimized. You don't do this by responding to their demands, or becoming more like them, or engaging in logical conversation, or trying to persuade them that you are right.

You do this by getting Bush out of the White House , by any means nesessary.

We have a mandate to be as radical as we can be. We are 57 milion strong. We are building from the bottom up. We are meeting and hooking up on the net, at work, in small groups, and right now, we are crying, because we are trying to break free and we don't know how.

But we shall overcome. Let our freedom ring from the mountaintops. I have a dream, that one day all humans will be judge not on whether they voted for Bush but on the contenants of they're cractacer We shall over come.

Yours,
S. Memes

The TURE Story (Of How It All Went)

2004-12-12T20:26:00.000-08:00

O.k. first things first. With Memes missing I got, a little freaked out and got directions to Stileto's Aunts place in Los Alamos. Needless to say I'm relly bad with driving directions becuase I edned up heading East so I say to myself o.K. Memes lives out there I might as well bite the bullet and try to track him down (mabey find Horatio or Ngude and help with local resistence).

When I get to NY.C I check my email at local cyber cafe and LO and behold Memes has retnured so I email him and get (very presise) directions (with many land marks) to meet. Memes suggest we go for drinks at this one place. I do'nt want to talk bad about the guy but. He was relly nice at first? Opening doors and pulling out chair as such but as he had more drinking he started getting kind of "fresh" with me. And looking at me funny? And then he said something super inapropriate (especialy considering age differance) (won't repeate here in case Clover is around) and Suddenly I say "Memes I think I am going to get a club soda" and I stand up and next thing I know. There is a hand on my right butt cheek. Wow horrifying, I nkow.

Then I think, I know say have to powder nose. I scoot off to bathroom where I make sure I still have trusty hatpin in hand bag (old self defence secret from long dead grandma, RIP Nanna Mavis) (also I did actually powder my nose, felt bad for lying) becuase I do'nt want to hurt him or any but I just can not have people grabbing my hiney whenever they feel.

Then I come back and Memes is all sprauled out in his chair looking pretty disseveled and I'm think, I gotta get out of here seriously.

I find a bouncer and bring him over (just, in case) and what I RELLY actually said was "Memes this is Roald Fend (bouncers name) and he will be seeing me out tonite."

And BOOM Memes launchs into this drunken tirrad about how I don't now anything about big city life and how the bouncer is going to take me to some skeezy motel room and we're going to snort lines and then he'll "do me" and well when he was done spewing ridiculous, I jsut had to laugh becuase what the heck. I mean seriosly. The only thing I ever snorted ever in my life was a diet Coke and it was actually coming up backward becuase I laughed so hard at a friend that tripped and fell down.

So NO SORRY Memes I relly think you remember it a little incorrect so IF you'd like to apoligize at some point you know where to find me. (here)

p.s. lay of the mai tais a little next time o.k.???

Creative Diffrances

2004-12-12T14:49:00.000-08:00

Over the past sevral days, people have been writing in and asking of Daisies where abouts? Here is one such missive:

WHRE IS DAISEY TEGH LAMB!>?

You can see what I mean. Anyway, I've received thousands of such letters. I will tell you the truth, I have beeen trying to keep this swept under the carpet. I have not wanted to adress the issue. I did'nt want to air my dirty laundry (well really it's Daisy's dirty laundry)_ in pubic.

But now I'm going to have to hang them out to dry. So, here goes.

No, Daisy

Oh wait, I forgot to say:

I, Memes, says give iTunes during this special Holiday, Kwazna, WinterSolstice, Chanuka, Descent of the Soda Bevrage, Lotus Tree Day, Ramadan, Seek the Sikh Cheek to Cheek Festival, Shiva's Morn, etc. Season of giving.

Anyway, as I was saying, Daisy is not UNPERSONED or anything like that. She has not been arrested by the Bushitler regime, she is not lying dead in an alleyway behind the CIA building. She is ok. Well, she's ok by her lowly standerds anyway. I can't say that I'm am very happy with Daisy these days.

Sufice, it to say, that we are having what I may strictly term, Creative Differneces.

It all started when Daisy came by NYC to see me when she was on the lamb from Echelon and trying to find Stileto in Los Alamos. She and I went out for some drinks one evening. I'm not going to go in to the details but let's just say , I am a man and Daisy is a woman and one thing came to a place where it began to lead one thing to another, and the next thing I new , I found my hand cupped on her sweet derrierois (fr.) and then, she said she had to "powder her nose" and I'm thinking, "I'm hip. I lived in the Apple during the 80's. I've seen Less Than Zero. I know about "powdering one's nose." I'm on my way to home plate.

But, then when she came out of the rest room, she said she had seen "an old freind" and that she was going to "be getting a ride home with him tonight."

Now, I wasn't born yesarday. I know that Daisy is from the grater Chicago area and that this was her frist trip to the big city, so ther's no way she know s this freak she's calling an "old freind." So, really he's probably some guy with some cocaine, and he's playing on the naieve girl's-first-time -to-the-big_city thing. He thinks he can just have his way with her because she's a dumb girl from a small town.

So, I explain this all to her in no uncertain terms. And what does she do? She laughs in my face. And then she leaves with the guy.

Ladies and Gentleman, I am afraid to say it, but really, I'm going to have to come out and be blunt:

Daisy is a CokeWhore!!!

There I said it. She's just one of those girls. Just one of the apples along the road. Just a cow who gives the milk a way for free. Oh well, she is what she makes of her slef. Nothing more. I can't do anything to save her.

I wash my hands of her.

iTunes and Snapple Are Both Solid

2004-12-11T18:03:00.000-08:00

I did not realize that this blog would prove so fortunois (fr. - to bare fortune) for me. I have recently been contacted by several corporations who have asked me to advertise they're varioius brands and products.

First up is iTunes. Now, I thought this would be kind of a natural fit for the Screaming Memes and Daisy the Lamb blog because well,

1) I, Memes, often begin sentances by saying I Memes, so why not throw in a iTunes. In fact, I think I'll make that my official slogan.

I, Memes say give the gift of iTunes hear in this wonderful season of giveing.

How's that. It kind of gives me the chills, especially when i think of the checks rolling in the first of every month. As Ngude always says, "Sweet."

@) The second reason is because Daisy relly enjoies (fr.) music alot. Daisy is kind of one of those girls who has tatoos and piercings. You know, the kind I mean. You take one look at them and right away you know they are down with the Movement. And besides, pretty soon Daisy's friend's the Bruises will probably be selling they're music on iTunes as well.

3) I, Memes likes music two. And, while it's true that iTunes does not carry the kind of music Memes likes (mostly atonal, or twelve tone 20th century experimental music) that doesn't matter because I don't really want to buy any of it anyway, because I have it all on vinyl in storage as my Mother's house. My record player is broken. Oh well. To hell with. I do listen too music sometimes still, but mostly Shadowfax, Manheim Steamroller and George Winston. I particluarly like George Winston for when i want to relax. And many times these days, I just want too relax, because what I do is so stressful. Did I tell you that se3ven more people were mass-arrested on my street last night?

Anyway, iTunes is the best. And remember, I, Memes says you can download the new Lindsay Lohan album on iTunes for just $9.99

The next product up is Snapple made from the best shit on earth. Snapple is really good to drink, especially when you have a hangover. You drink three or four bottles of snapple and a little of the hair of the dog that bit ya, and your'e back on your feet and ready to throw Bushitler out of the White House. So, I think that will be my Snapple headline.

Memes Says Drink Snapple and Throw Bushitler The Hell Out of The Freakin' White House Already

Anyway it's gonna be good to finally make some money for a change. A few million and maybe I can retire to the Hamptons. I love it out in the Hamptons.

jesusland Tries to Conquer Time And Space Itslef

2004-12-10T18:05:00.000-08:00

Memes here: I have been thinking again. Here's what I was thinking (when I was thinking):

The United States has lost the war in Iraq, and that’s a good thing.

I don’t mean that we shoud be happy that Iraq'is or American are dieing. The death and destruction are numbing on a tragic stratosfearic level, and the suffering in Iraq is hard for most of us in the United States to understand. We find that we just do'nt know what to think.

The tragdedy is compounded cause these deaths haven’t protected Americans or brought freedom to Iraq'is. They have come in our quest to extend the American empire in this “new jesusland century.”

So, as an American, I welcome the defeat of jesusland for a simple reason: It isn’t the defeat of the United States of America but of that empire of jesusland. And it’s esencial that the jesusland empire be defeated and dismantled QUICKLY.

The fact that the Bushitler the Chimpchump says we are fighting for freedom and democricy (having long ago abandoned the matrix of his hyperreal ficciones {(Borges)} about weapons of mass destruction and terrorist ties)() does not make it so, or so so, for that matter..

We must look at the reality, no matter how painful it is for us to do the inherant looking. Saddam was a bad man (on the level of BushReich? it remains to be scene), but that does not prove our benevolant intention's, or guarantee that the United States will work to bring any meaning or democricy to Iraq.

In Iraq, the Bush administration invaded not to liberate but to extend and deepen U.S. domination. When Bush said, “We have no territorial ambitions; we don’t seek an empire,” on Nov. 11, 2002, he told a half-truth. The United States doesn’t want to absorb Iraq or take direct possession of its oil. That’s not the way of empire today. Oh no, that would be to simple. Bushes empire (like Milton's snake in the garden) is much more crafty and subtle and horrible to contamplate; it’s about control over the flow of oil, and oil profits, not ownership.

I mean , who would want to own oil anyway. It's dirty and it stinks. We just want to make money off of it, and burn it, and to destroy the envirement with it.

In a world that runs on oil, the nation that controls the flow of oil has great strategic power. U.S. policy-makers want levrage over the economies of competitors — We want to twist the turnoquette (fr.) on Western Europe, Japan and China — those that are more dependant on Middleeastern oil.

The Bush administration has invested our money and our lives in making Iraq a platform. Now watch as he's going to hold hands with Cheney, and jump off that platform, into a big pile of bloody cash. And like any cowboy he wants to project his power, becasue he has a big phallic fixation.

Bushitler the MoneyMonster and his mad minions of mamman do'nt want the libration of Iraq, They want Iraq to submit to their projection of they're power. But most Iraqis don’t want to be submissive, which is why jesusland is going to lose the war . One lesson of contemperary histroy is that occupying armies genarate resistence that, indubitably, prevales over imperialistic, paternalistic power.

When we admit defeat and pull out from out of our mass rape of the Iraqi people — NOT IF, BUT WHEN — the fate of Iraq'is will depend in part on whether jesusland makes good on legal and moral oblagations to pay reperations, and if we allow international institutions to aid in creating a truly sovereign Iraq.

We shouldn’t expect Bush to do this. He never will because he is evil. An anti-empirical imperialsm movement — the joining of anti-war forces (along with the Palesteinian Peace Movement, and with the movement to reject corporate globalization) — must create that pressure. WE MUST CREATE THAT PRESSURE. WE MUST CREATE THAT PRESSURE NOW.

We should all carry a profound sense of sadness at where decisions made by U.S. policy-makers — not just the gang in power today but a string of Republican and Democratic administrations — have left us and the poor Iraq'is peoples. But our tear's (wheeping/moaning morning period) should not keep us from pursuing the most couragous act of citizenship in the United States today: pledging to dismantle the American empire.

The planet’s resources do not belong to the United States. The century is not America’s. We own neither the world nor time. And if we don’t give up our insane quest to take over all off time and space — if we don’t find our place in the world instead of on top of the world — there is little hope that we can be come sane in the futuer (fr.).

Signed,
S. Memes (M.S. Critical Theory, minor Circ. Rsng.)

Italy Demonstrates The Solidness Of It's Movement

2004-12-10T13:06:00.000-08:00

I have always loved the sheer joie de vivre' of the Italian peopel. They are such a enthustiastic and bouyant race. They express it in they're love of dance and fine wine and shrap clothes, well-taylored shoes that are slim and make you're feet look sleak. When you walk down the street in Italy it considered charming to give a young lady a little pinch on the tookis (It.).

Anywy, all these leads up to the fact that I want to present you with here, which is this. It does'nt suprise me in the one least little bit that the Italians Movemtn is so solid. Read this:

ROME (Reuters) - Last week, a public elementary school in the northern city of Treviso decided that Little Red Riding Hood would be this year's Christmas play instead of the Christmas story.

The teachers said the famous tale was a fitting representation of the struggle between good and evil and would not offend Muslim children. The school's traditional nativity scene was scrapped for the same reason.

In another school near Milan, the word "Jesus" was removed from a Christmas hymn and substituted with the word "virtue." In Vicenza province an annual contest for the best Nativity scene in schools was canceled.

If only we could remove jesus from everything here in in the United Reich of jesusland.

But, then, of course, comes the evil part. Read this:

... substitution of a Nativity play with Little Red Riding Hood so as not to offend Muslim children has raised the Vatican's ire and sparked debate on how much traditions should change to accommodate immigrants.

The episode was the latest in a series in recent weeks which made headlines as overwhelmingly Catholic Italy comes to grips with an ever-growing Muslim population which some see as a blessing for the economy and others as a threat.

You know what their trying to do hear.Their trying to scapgoat the Muslims. You know the christians, they wan to round up the Muslims like they rounded up the Jews back in the day. The christians have been the all pervaisive evil force of histroy. They are evrywhere trying to work they're machinations.

When I read this I get a little teary -eyed thinking abou t how truly good a society that the Eurpeans have. They have built the foundation for a new world of peace. you notice how they never have any wars in Europe anymore. This is because they have learned how to live and think Beyond War.

What they do is they think in way that precludes War. It's kind of a Zen thing.. When you think, you think, and you visualize a world Beyond War, and the more you think like that, and the more others think like that, at the same time, then the world Beyond War gradully comes into being. It's kind of a mindtrick. Like an optical illusion, if you know what I mean.

...think about it like this, you know how with a optical illusion you look at something and it looks one way, and then you concentrate, or rather, you don't concentrate , and then all of the sudden it just clicks and you see it the opposite way

you know like for instance the picture that is the pretty young woman and then it's a ugly old woman. You know the one I'm talking about ...

Anyway, that's what it's like too think Beyond War.

I'm glad I explained that too you.

Anyway, I really hope that Europe will come to our aid soon. We are living under seage and the waves are crashing down upon us the right thinking people. We are nobelly trying to hold down the fort. But , we need Europe (preferably the French and Germans) to come and invade jesusland unilaterally, and inforce regime change on the Bush regime.

I sometimes sit back and dream, and I can just about see the smokestacks of they're ships on the horizons, and the wings of their frightful bombers, coming to save our day.

IraqWarWrong Redeadacates Himself To Palistein

2004-12-09T13:39:00.000-08:00

My good friend IraqWarWrong, over at the IraqWarWasWrongBolg has begun writing essays. His frist is about the plite of the Palisteinians. It's an imporant work:

The Palestininan cause has always been improtant to me. Ever since a few years ago when I saw a photocopied flyer in a coffee shop (local/not Starbucks) which demonstraited their plite. It showed a tank and a kid. (Kid much smaller then tank)

As you can imagine my curiosity was peaked, Who are these Palestinians? What do they want? Where are? Later with Cyrus I saw this movie about it. (The Palestians). Either we rented or was on PBS(not sure). I forget the name but it had Palestinian children in it. And they only had rocks to kill(maim?) people with. This still bring's me to tears when I think about it! What if your children only had rock's! You'd be fit to be tied.

I know that Mr. Wrong has been campaneing for a Blog award recently. I'll go him one better than that. I, Screaming Memes, hereby nominate IraqWarWrong for the Nobel Peace Prize.

Eyeless In jesusland

2004-12-08T17:16:00.000-08:00

Memes here. Man, the last few days have been a whirlwind of events. The truth of the matter is I feel that I have been so busy getting arrested and staging demon strations that I have been some what remiss in actaully talking about the serious business of the revolution, and of what has been happening to our once-great land.

The thing is, I know that the Movement is not and can not be abuot me, Memes. Bush restole the election and has usurped the power of the Presedency of the United States. He is illagitamite and illogical, and ill-fitting and ill-prepeared. He is not worthy to be Presadent. He doesn't read the papers, he doesn't hire cabinent memebers who disagree with him, he can't even string a sentance together into a cumulative sense-making propostition.

He must be overthrone.

The truth of the matter is that it's time to get down to brass tacts. It's time to do the dirty work. It's time to redeadacate oursleves, as if to become Born Again in our hatred of the Chimphitler, his heirness the Chanceler of jesusland. We must destory the ululating usurper-yahoo of yahweh. The fratboy, spoon-in-mouth, coked-out, bourbon-drinkin', african-american hangin', holster-wearin, Enron bandito of the Wild Western Frontier of the corporaate Texan pork Rindland.

Why Memes, you ask. Why are you so angry?

The truth is, the arrests have started. My arrest of last weekend, was merely a peeble dropping in the pond of mass arrests. Four more people from my building have disappeared under nefarious circumstandces. People are putting candles in the windows to affect signals to each other. the Primitive communication tool of the unvoiced. One candle means your with the Movement. I see that Sy, and his family, put a second candle in their window tonight. That means they are ready for action.

The army moved back into the streets last night after the anarchy of our sacred mictuary. They feign a stance of calm, but they are really in a posture of threat. They are their to say, "Stay in line, sheep. Move on down the hill." As long as the army is in the streets, all rebellion is dormint.

In addtion, their are flyers tacked on telephone poles. Putrid propaganda of the patriachal principalities. Here's an excerpt:

"This is to announce that, after reviewing the vote counts in the states of Ohio, Florida, and Pennsylvania, Diebold has determined that Mr. George Bush has retained the seat of the Presidency. Calm and cooperation is advisable. There will be a curfew for a short period of time. If we all work together, we are confident we can make it through these troubling moments in our nation's history, and get back to the business of what makes this nation great. It is encouraged that everyone attend religious services once a week. We support a multicultural approach to religion, but, at the same time, it is clear, that the United States of America is a Christian nation founded on Christian principles. A Christian approach to the futur of our great nation is deemed necessary, and such participation is welcomed in it's citizens."

Once, again, I appeal to the country's of Europe and Asia. Understand that we need help. We are under seage. Democricy is history in the United States of jesusland.

Try to understand. The curtain can come down so quickly. One day you can be living in a blind freedom where getting to Starbuck's befroe the rush is you're biggest concern, and the next day darkness reigns, descent is squashed, and there is a miasma of malaise in our streets. A nauseous depression has settled over our land.

Daisy? Oh Daisy

2004-12-07T16:15:00.000-08:00

I have seen hide nor hare of Diasy. She did not show up for the Great Chimp Pee-a-Thon 20004. And I hven't scene her for days on end.

Maybe she atended the Pee on Hitler Day Parade in another city. Daisy has been making a point of moving around alot ever since we got invaded by Echolon. Last I herd, she might be going to Los Alamos to warm her toes in the sand.

But, i must say, I am strating to get a little worried about her. She could be getting tortuted in a Bush dungeon somewhere, or she could be laying dead in the alleyway behind the CIA headquarters.. and we would never be wiser

By the way, I had a great Turkey Sandwich today over at Kay's on 23rd. They put this musturd on it that was surpassingly suculent.

Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you, the Pee-a-Thon went off marvelouslly. There were untold thousands of people lined up at the gutter, people of all shapes and sizes, hangin' and haunchin' ready to urinate there descent. It was an awesome site to see.

When I fired the water pistol (signal for everyone to let her rip) we all broke out in a spontaneious version of that stupid old song

Deep and Wide - dep and wide
Their's a river flowing deep and wide

Heh hheh. I'll tellyou. We oughta do this more offen.

The thing that was the funniest part was that the Pigs just didn't know what to do. Their were just standing their dumbfoundered. When the descent reaches to that level, that critacal mass, then the Pigs know they can't push back the river.

I can see the sunrising again. The tide is flowing in out direction. We will stop at nothing.

I Drum On His Grave

2004-12-07T08:20:00.000-08:00

Hi There Everybody,

I'm Ngude.

Yes, I'm the talking drummer. Yes, I play at Memes' demonstrations. Yes, I learned the art and the craft of the Talking Drum as San Francisco City. There's an excellent teacher there, by the name of Fela. He is a nice African-American gentleman and a true Master of the Talking Drum.

I do not drink, so I've just been sitting here all night watching Horatio and Memes put back the whiskey. I imbibe of the good herb though, so I'm chillin'.

Anyway, my friends, as you know, when you smoke de herb, you tend to get cotton mouth, so I've been sipping on Sobe all night long. Bushitler the Chimpsize man is gon' be drenched in the sweet nectar of our hatred.

I was listening to some Snoop and checking out some Chomsky last night. There was a link to a site that enumerated 24 reasons why Bush is exactly like Adolph Hitler. My own opinion on this is, we have many reasons to hate the His Heirness, the Great Kleptomaniac of Commonwealth. But, the reason that looms the largest, on the great loom wheel of my spiraling conciousness, is us. That's right. We should hate ourselves, for what we have done to ourselves. It's just so evil..

Gotta go,

Ngude

Hoaratio Hear

2004-12-07T08:18:00.000-08:00

I pee on bushITler bad. I drink fitfen wisky shots already. is gon be end of buSHITler i tell you now.

A Shot For Every Speer

2004-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:00

Todays' the big day. International Pee on Bushitler Day 2004!!! The paper's will all be their. NYT LAT WP NBC ABC CNN AJ. Yeah baby. It ain't had anything like this since the hay day of John and Yoko and bedins for peace. Ah hah ha hah, bedouins for peace, baby.

Thats funny. Bedouins for pecace.

Me and Horaitio have ben up all night geting ready. Drniking whiskey and eating asparigus. we really will make Bushitler smeell bad.

Is gonna be grate.

National Urinate on Bushitler Day 2004

2004-12-06T06:54:00.000-08:00

I'm sprung.

Yes, as Horatio told you, I was arrested by the goverment for my descent. Here's what happend. Me and Horatio and some of the other leaders of the movement were out on the town having a few drinks. At about 2:30 in the morning we were walking home and we came across a construction zone where it was boarded up with the scafolding, you know what I mean? And their was a bunch of Bushitler/Cheney the Evil for President 2004 stickers on the board , so since I had to go, I had to go.

I urinated my descent all over those frickin' stickers, and the pigs saw me. They come up and start hassling me. I told them it was my free speech and that my movemtn was solid and that they just couldn't be expected to understand since they are locked into their little world of police life where everybody they know probably thinks Bush is like the second coming or something.

But they said, "You'll have to come with us Mr. Memes. We are aresting you for public intoxication and urination."

But, those were just the trumped up charge's. Screw that. In fact, I think those were probabley CIA guys posing as city poliece.

But, I got a plan. I will not be put down. We put our heads together, myslef and the heads of the five boroughs and we deicided to stage a mass portest at the Square tomorrow against the Bushitler regime. Her's what wer'e gonna all do. All of us, and that goes for you and you and you and you. Everybody out there.

Everybody go out and get all the Bushiter/Cheney the Evil for President 2004 stickers you can find and at 12;00 PM Noon time tomorrow on December 7th (anniversery of the day Roosevelt pulled off that sham in Pearl harbor) wer'e all going to simaltaneiosly urniate all over those Bushitler sitckers.

We're staging a massive P.R. campagin today, faxing and emailing the media all over the United Statees. I would apreciate if our Europeen brothers and sisters would get in on this as well. If you don't have stickers over their then just get newspaper clippings with photos of Bushitler.

Everybody drink lot of water and we'll see you tomorrow at noon.

We Don't Know Anything

2004-12-05T19:01:00.000-08:00

Horatio here: Memes still in jail. His aturnie say he think he get Memes out on bond tomorrow morning. He say he talk to Memes. Memes in good spirit. But, we still dont' know where Memes at.

We don't know anything.

Ngude and I will stay up all night playing drums in the park to say we solid. Power to the people.

FTW,

Horatio

ATTENTION: U.S. Goverment

2004-12-04T09:21:00.000-08:00

This is Daisy the Lamb. Of Screaming Memes And Daisy The Lamb Blog. I know you have been watching us (Sitemeter does'nt lie, uscourts.gov!) closely lately. I know Echlon has been monitor us. I KNOW that you have kidnaped Memes and taken him to I don't know were. What I want you to know. Is that, this is the most extreme case of SODA I have ever presonally encountered and that I will not stand idlly by while you submit Memes to faschist tortures to get him to stop telling the truth. But your not going to get what you want (squish discent) Becuase here at SMADTH, we do not negotiate with terrorist (YOU).

I supose you are coming after me, next. Well let me tell you. I won't go with out a fight, and all of are loyal commenters will know what happen to us.

You can't stop teh resistence.

(Note to Stileto: hi if you could give me directions to your Aunt Sallys in Los Alamos that'd be GREAT becuase I'm pretty sure I think I need to leave town pretty soon now and all my Aunts live local to here.)

Memes Gone

2004-12-04T06:59:00.000-08:00

Horatio here:

I'm using Memes password.

The govment came and took Memes away last night. Bin trying to get him out all night. Don't know where he is anymore. They took him out of the borough, somewhere upstate I think. Maybe Guantanamo.

The BuSHITler regeam is out of controll.

FTW,

Horatio

Post Election Selection Trama

2004-12-03T16:15:00.000-08:00

I was just reading this article, about some people in Florida and my heart just, went out to those people (all most cried alittle about it, was so moved.) See they belong too this support group thing, called PEST (Post Election Selection Trama) (I think also a good name to go with that acronyme would be People Emberrassed, So Terminate (Bush as Presidnet))

From the article:

“I’m scared,” said one man. “Democracy is at stake and nobody is rising to protest this president.” (I was thinking, does any of our readers live in Florida that they could find these people and tell them about our web site here? They need to know they're not alone.)
...

“There’s an overall sense of emotional helplessness and abandonment,” said Sheila Cooperman, a licensed AHA psychotherapist from Delray Beach. “In psychology, we call it ‘learned helplessness.’ After you zap a caged dog twice, he stops moving because he knows there is no place to go. That’s what happened with these Kerry voters. They’ve been zapped so many times that they’re on the verge of giving up on politics.” Cooperman, also a practicing psychic, added, “One person today said he thinks the country is now run by fascists. Another felt personally threatened by the president’s love for big business. Many believe Bush is going to draft their grandchildren. The anxiety may not affect them every day, but it affects their energy level.”

An additional 30 people are signed up for two other AHA election support groups, which will meet for the remainder of the year and possibly beyond. Gordon said his patients’ emotional problems typically started with the “hanging chad” debacle of 2000.

See what I mean?? And these people, they are probly just being laughed at by main stream media as "kooks" and "over reacting" when in reality they are SPOT ON (about faschism specially, I was nodding my head there when read it). Sounds like theres a lot of SODA going down south there. This situation just keeps getting worse and worser.

And So It Begin's

2004-12-03T05:24:00.000-08:00

Read what the Nazi George Tenet is proposing:

Former CIA Director George J. Tenet yesterday called for new security measures to guard against attacks on the United States that use the Internet, which he called "a potential Achilles' heel."

"I know that these actions will be controversial in this age when we still think the Internet is a free and open society with no control or accountability," he told an information-technology security conference in Washington, "but ultimately the Wild West must give way to governance and control."

The former CIA director said telecommunications -- and specifically the Internet -- are a back door through which terrorists and other enemies of the United States could attack the country, even though great strides have been made in securing the physical infrastructure.

Uh, yeah, that's kind've the point. Just as the write to bare arms is assential because "we the people must take up arms against our opressors", so allso we the people must have the right to attack our goverment on the intrenet. If they make it so we cant' attack them, than they can do any thing to us. ANYTHING.

It's frightening to see how fast it's coming down, isn't it?

Denver Shows It's Movement Is Solid

2004-12-02T14:58:00.000-08:00

The city of Denver is fighting back against Bushitler and his United States Of jesusland:

DENVER -- It's one of Denver's most colorful holiday traditions -- the lighting of the Denver City and County Building and the parade of lights downtown. But now two decisions about those events are making church groups see red.

Denver Mayor John Hickenlooper recently announced that next year the phrase "Merry Christmas" will be removed from the city building and replaced with "Happy Holidays."

And now a church group who wants to march in the Parade of Lights and sing Christmas carols will not be allowed to participate in the parade. Organizers say the parade is about the holidays, not Christmas, but leaders of the Faith Bible Chapel say that's ridiculous.

"We can't pretend that Christ didn't exist and Christmas wasn't about his birthday, so we felt we could sing it and apparently that is not in social vogue anymore," said Pastor Gary Beasley, with the Faith Bible Chapel.

"Our policy, which we have applied consistently for years, is to not include religious or political messages in the parade --in the interest of not excluding any group," said Jim Basey, the president of the Downtown Denver Partnership.

Susan Rogers, with the partnership said no that overtly religious symbols are allowed in the parade and that means participants can't carry "Merry Christmas" signs and can't sing traditional Christmas hymns.

We need more of this kind of thing this Halliday season. As the freaks ramp up to take over our freedoms, we need to take every oportunity to step on their necks. It's evidence of there totalatarian mindset that they think that Holiday means Christimas. Since freakin' when?

This country was built on the backs of slaves who practiced every religion under the sun and we must honor all traditions, and part of that means not having christians shove there freakin' christmas carols down our throats.

Echelon Is Watching - Don't Say Redhead

2004-12-02T11:07:00.000-08:00

The other night I wrote a post where I was trying to avoid saying a certain word outright because I,' am awear that the goverment will strat monitoring us if the word is to appear on our site.

Well, my good freind , Not Memes, ended up posting the word in a comment, so I might as well say it now.

The word is Echelon. And this is what Echelon is:

Echelon is perhaps the most powerful intelligence gathering organization in the world. Several credible reports suggest that this global electronic communications surveillance system presents an extreme threat to the privacy of people all over the world. According to these reports, ECHELON attempts to capture staggering volumes of satellite, microwave, cellular and fiber-optic traffic, including communications to and from North America. This vast quantity of voice and data communications are then processed through sophisticated filtering technologies.

This massive surveillance system apparently operates with little oversight. Moreover, the agencies that purportedly run ECHELON have provided few details as to the legal guidelines for the project. Because of this, there is no way of knowing if ECHELON is being used illegally to spy on private citizens.

Uh, duh, of course, they're going to use it to spy on private citizens. I am a privat citizan and they have been using it on me. Yesterday I got a spate of of hits from goverment sites like watch this:

6
INEL.gov 11:14:14 am 1 0:00
7
nortelnetworks.com 11:07:24 am 1 0:00
10
harvard.edu 10:21:14 am 1 0:00

16
uscourts.gov 9:21:12 am 1 0:00

39
ifl.net 6:12:25 am 0:00

At least ten hits came from USCourts.gov. I also received hit's from Mr. Bill Gates. That's ominus. I mean how would you like it if Bill Gats was investagating you.?!?? I don't even know what INEL.gov is and when you click on the link, it's top secret. And,as for Nortel, it's frigtaning to be inestagated by the phone company, they can see everything. And that one that's called "ifl.net" is Internet for Learning. Yeah, for learning what? That's what I'd like to know. To learn my reall name? Well, it's in the telaphone book under M, why don't you just look it up, you SS monsters.. The goverment is paranoid. And when they are paranoid they are dangerous

You might wander why I includeed the harvard.edu under sites I'm worried about investagating me. Well, becasue I know that it's probably some future CIA monster doing his senior project - which is INVESTAGATING ME!!! Screw you, Mr. CIA intern. Besides you know who runs Harvard. That's right. They do.

Echelon has reache its evil tentacals into every crevice of our being. I did some investagating of my own and found a list of words that Echolon doesn't want you to say on the interent. If you use these words they will censor you email , and they will follow you around the internet and initieate a goverment investagation against you. Here are just some the words:

Explosives, guns, assassination, conspiracy, primers, detonators, initiators, main charge, nuclear charges, ambush, sniping, motorcade, IRS, BATF, jtf-6, mjtf, hrt, srt, hostages, munitions, weapons, TNT, rdx, amfo, hmtd, picric acid, silver nitrite, mercury fulminate, presidential motorcade,salt peter, charcoal, sulfur, c4, composition b, amatol, petn, lead azide, lead styphante, ddnp, tetryl, nitrocel, security forces, intelligence, agencies, hrt, resistance, psyops, infiltration, assault team, defensive elements, Satellite imagery, force, NAIAG, Cypherpunks, NARF, 127, Coderpunks, TRW, remailers, replay, redheads, RX-7, explicit, FLAME, JTF-6, AVN,ISSSP, Anonymous, W, Sex, chaining, codes, Nuclear, 20, subversives, SLIP, toad, fish, data havens, unix, c, a, b, d, SUBACS, the, Elvis, quiche, DES,1*, NATIA, NATOA, sneakers, UXO, (), OC-12, counterintelligence, Shaldag, sonage, Sport, NASA, TWA, DT, gtegsc, owhere, .ch, hope, emc, industrial espiUPIR, PI, TSCI, spookwords, industrial intelligence, H.N.P., SUAEWICS, Juiliett Class Submarine, Locks, qrss, loch, 64 Vauxhall Cross, Ingram Mac-10, wwics, sigvoice, ssa, E.O.D., SEMTEX, penrep, racal, OTP, OSS, Siemens, RPC,

Notice that comon words like sex and lead and elvis and redheads and fulminate and toad and fish and chaining and RX-7 are in there. Just try and write an email and not use one of their randumly picked words, you can't. YOU CAN'T.

You know why? Because they are getting ready to round us up. They are preparing to initiate mass arests. When they come to get you they will slap cuffs on you and march you down to the train station and you'll say, "But SS Officer, what did I do?" And he'll say to you,

"Shut up motherfu*#%r, The charges against you are using the word "redhead" on the intrenet."

And that'll be enough. And then they'all start the gassing. you know they will, because Bush is Hitler. In fac, he's worser than Hitler, so they'll probably gas us with mustard gas or something that will give us an excrushiating death.

That's how it's gonna go down, my brother. And you know why their going to do this to us? because we're for freedom. FREEDOM. Like my buddy Zack de la Rocha said,

FREEDUUUUMMMM!!!!

Yes, we are a race of people who have the awedacity to say we want to be able to say words like redhead and sex and and primers and salt peter and detonators and Julliett Class and main charge on the internet. And hopefully, all in the same sentance.

A Big Steaming Pile

2004-12-01T09:06:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I had a vary improtant meeting lined up. We have been contimplating how we can communicate secret mesages more affectivly at certin protests and demonstratons that we have lined up in the naer future. We don't want the pigs to be abel to under stand some of the things we are comunicating, so we don't want to use bullhrons or signs.

Horaitio came up with a great idea. African-talking drum.

He set up a meeting with his freind Ngude who is a master-talking drummre (studied at San Francisco City Colege). Our meeting was set for 2:00 PM.

Wel,, wouldn't you know it as soon as I stepped out of my aparment I walked right into a big steeming pile of dog crap. So, I tried to wash it off with water in thegutter but that wans't working. So, I had to take of my shoes and go bakc in and try to find another pare. I did, but they needed shoe laces, so I went to take the shoe laces off the dog crap shoes and I rellized that I had dog crap all over my shoe laces too, so now it's on my hands.

So then I had too wash the shoe laces in a sterillising soap. Another freaking 10 minute s to wahs and sterillise and dry and then put them on the non-dog crap shoes. Finaly , I'm done. I leave the apratment againd. I look down and notice tha t some how I had also gotten dog carp all over the legs of my pant. Jeez freakin' crap all over.

So, I go back in my house and get a clean pare of pants, but they have too be ironed. So, then I burn my slef with the iron. So, then I'm at the sink running clod water over my fingers and the phone rings, so I reach over to un plug the radio, which was playing loudly, and I freakin' electorcuted myslef.

So, then I'm laying on the flour shaking, and Horatio is giving me mouth to mouth, but I tell him I do'nt need it I can breathe fine. He hleps me to my feet and sits me in a chair and gets me a glass of cold water and an ice pack for my burnt fingers. Horatio was then nice enouhg to do the ironing for me.

By this time, I was vary upset. I knew we we're going to be late. Ngude is a vary busy man he would not be happy. He might evn rescedule the meeting, (but I can't aford for that to happen because (the protests and demonstations) are vary close to happening (this takes delicate palnning).).. So, I'm siting their doing my deep-breathing shakira meditation and I visualized a cataclysm of events tumultously falling at my feet , things that would shake the world , if I were to reveal them.

Horatio shook me to, and we went to the meeting. Everything turned out ok. Ngude agreeed to transmit secret mesages with talking drum, and I have suffred no ill affects form my electorcution. None that are apairent to me anyway.

But, the whole epasode got me to thinking: that dog crap on my shoes, is like George Bush, he gets on you're shoes and befroe you know it, the whole country stinks. And then one thing leads to another and everything else starts going wrong in the whole rest of the world to. And then to you're surprise, befroe you know it, you've got a 280 pound Aztlandian man on top of you giving you mouth to mouth resusitation.

I freakin' hate George Bush.

Can You Say Ech With A Sense of Elon?

2004-11-30T17:26:00.000-08:00

Listen, there is something I need to tell you about, but I can't say it. Be cause if I say it, then what I'm tlaking about will come and get me, and probably you to, just for reading what Im' saying.

Here's what I'm talking about, or Rather not tlaking about. I 'm going to give you clues,and I will give severla diffrent clues, just in case you don't get them all,

So, here's what I'm not talking about:

E is for Erica
C is for Cyndy
H is for Horatio
E is for Erin
L is for Lauren
O is for Onyx
N is for Nina

do you get it, yet now?

Here's another clud: I'm going to put the clue in between random words this time:

She sells E sea C shells H by E the L sea O shore N.

Ok, let's see, how else, can I do it. I know, I'll do it as a series of wrod scrambles:

EHCLEON
ECHLEON
ECHELON
NOLECHE

One of thos might have been the real wrod (but may be was'nt), do you get what I'm getting at?

What am I going on about, well, let's see how can I be descreet? LEt's say you have a freind and his name is Governer Mint, and you find out that you're freind Governer Mint is kind of kincky and he likes to stand out side you're window and watch you doing what ever private things it is that you like to do.

Would'nt you say that you're freind Governor Mint is out of line? Doesn't he need to be removed from power, by any means nesessary?

Let's say you have another freind and his name is Senor Jorge Bushcado, and say Mr. Bushcado likes to go through you're computer files and get infromation on you (I'm not nesassarily saying that Governor Ment would'nt want to do that either E if C he H had E a way L to O do it. N

Would'nt Senore Jorge be an evil dangerous Christian Nazi?

If you see any interesting wrods on this blogpost that might be of intrest to you , you mighte want to look tham up on google, but use incripted softwear.

State of Emergancy

2004-11-30T06:35:00.000-08:00

Grimace (our friend not evil Capitalist trans-fat mongar character) has gone missing. He has not checked in to post on his blogger since the 17teenth that is almost TWO WEEK. My hypotheses? Kidnap. By reputzi secret police. Is this what they mean by unperson? I beleive, so.

Please every one get the wrod out about Grimace we can not permit dhingers to commit crimes like this without impuniety! I have made memorial ribbon fro Grimace here (click).

This Is Just Dispicable!

2004-11-29T19:56:00.000-08:00

I just recieved this in email, had to clean up the >> >>>>> >>'s (look like it has been forwarded alot - GOOD!) You might want to send this to every one you know to. This is relly getting serious. If this dispatch is ture than WHAT NEXT. I ask.

The following appeared in the Columbus Dispatch on 11/16/04 written by Joe Blundo, a Dispatch columnist.

Canada busy sending back Bush-dodgers.

The flood of American liberals sneaking across the border into Canada has intensified in the past week, sparking calls for increased patrols to stop the illegal immigration. The reelection of President Bush is prompting the exodus among left-leaning citizens who fear they'll soon be required to hunt, pray and agree with Bill O'Reilly. Canadian border farmers say it's not uncommon to see dozens of sociology professors, animal-rights activists and Unitarians crossing their fields at night.

"I went out to milk the cows the other day, and there was a Hollywood producer huddled in the barn," said Manitoba farmer Red Greenfield, whose acreage borders North Dakota. The producer was cold, exhausted and hungry. "He asked me if I could spare a latte and some free-range chicken. When I said I didn't have any, he left. Didn't even get a chance to show him my screenplay, eh?"

In an effort to stop the illegal aliens, Greenfield erected higher fences, but the liberals scaled them. So he tried installing speakers that blare Rush Limbaugh across the fields. "Not real effective," he said. "The liberals still got through, and Rush annoyed the cows so much they wouldn't give milk."

Officials are particularly concerned about smugglers who meet liberals near the Canadian border, pack them into Volvo station wagons, drive them across the border and leave them to fend for themselves. "A lot of these people are not prepared for rugged conditions," an Ontario border patrolman said. "I found one carload without a drop of drinking water. They did have a nice little Napa Valley cabernet, though."

When liberals are caught, they're sent back across the border, often wailing loudly that they fear retribution from conservatives. Rumors have been circulating about the Bush administration establishing reeducation camps in which liberals will be forced to drink domestic beer and watch NASCAR. In the days since the election, liberals have turned to sometimes-ingenious ways of crossing the border. Some have taken to posing as senior citizens on bus trips to buy cheap Canadian prescription drugs. After catching a half-dozen young vegans disguised in powdered wigs, Canadian immigration authorities began stopping buses and quizzing the supposed senior-citizen passengers.

"If they can't identify the accordion player on The Lawrence Welk Show, we get suspicious about their age," an official said. Canadian citizens have complained that the illegal immigrants are creating and organic-broccoli shortage and renting all the good Susan Sarandon movies. "I feel sorry for American liberals, but the Canadian economy just can't support them," an Ottawa resident said. "How many art-history majors does one country need?"

In an effort to ease tensions between the United States and Canada, Vice President Dick Cheney met with the Canadian ambassador and pledged that the administration would take steps to reassure liberals, a source close to Cheney said. "We're going to have some Peter, Paul & Mary concerts. And we might put some endangered species on postage stamps. The president is determined to reach out."

Feeling UNPERSONED

2004-11-29T09:49:00.000-08:00

I've looked a bit on the intrenet and tried to figure ouot what UNPERSONED is. It seems the idea is that the goverment can make a person just disapaer and then apear to never have existed in the first place.

I didn not know the goverment was allowed to do this. This is a new development for me. Every time I think the evil Nazi Bush regmie can't get any worse, they do.

This new UNPERSONED development must be part of the Patriot Act I guess. It must of been written in to the same Claus as the part about not making you're own Lexmark printer ink.

Anyway, whatever.

My good friend "Behind The Scenes" (kind of like the Wizard in the Wizard of Oz , He's behind the curtin) wrote in to ask where I was yetserday, because I did'nt write at all. He apperently was terrorfied that I had been UNPERSONED. Alas, I have not. Not officially anyways.

But I am feeling UNPERSONED because of some thing my mother did to me yesterday.

I was forced to go see her for the Halliday weekend, because, well let's just put it this way, their are certan financial reality's that even Chongito can not slove for me. To make mattres even worsed , my mother froced me to go to relgious servaces (some blather about gratistude). This is a disaster waiting to happien.

It was all i could do to not stand up and shout alout to the congragation that, "You are all a bunch of freakin' morons."

I mean how could anyone believe in God in this day and age. God himslef has been proven to be mathamaticley impossible. And then to think that miracles could happen is just plane stupid,.

I spoke my reservations aloud to my mother after the service and she replyed some crap about "But, Memes, you yourslef are a miracle."

Well, jeez freakin' crap, why don't you just shine my shoes with bull turds? Really, what a load. She forces me to go, (relly just a sadomasochistic game shes' playing (some Freudian minustration) in order to alay my financial worry's and then she tries to ply me into agreement by apealing to cloying sentaments about myslef which I do not harbor. It might work on some people , but not on me. I do not need to think that I am a miracle. I know that I am mereley an acciednt, a chance collision between ovum and spermatazoa.

There is no there there, mother. Get over it. Give up on you're school girl fantasy's. When it all comes down to it, we're are all just not that improtant, almost as if we nevr existed at all.

And I'm cool with it.

You Can Be UNPERSONED

2004-11-27T14:32:00.000-08:00

I was trolling aroudn the deep resesses of the inter net late last night, when I came acrost this:

There are three boxes for use in defending liberty: soap, ballot, ammo. The soap box has collapsed. The ballot box has been usurped. The ammo box is standing by.

Okay, so armed revolt isn't such a great idea, but the proverbial shit is on its way to the fan and it's only a matter of time until it makes contact.

Why are you still supporting Bush? Why are you still supporting MOST of the government? Have you ever heard the phrase "throw the bums out"?

Well, the time to start throwing these bums out was 25 years ago. If we don't drop this partisan bullshit and start voting a little smarter, we're seriously fucked. George W. Bush is a horrible president and he's an exceptionally dangerous man. Our current president is actively working to undermine the entire premise of the American capitalist system that has been honed over the last 100 years. What part of that is not sinking in, friends? If we keep voting in people like this, like Clinton, like the elder Bush - people who pander endlessly to corporate interests - we're going to be ruled by corporations. Every time we go to vote and we don't muster up the courage to flip the bird to the major candidates, we put another man, woman, or other into government that has "special interest" shoved so far up his or her ass that they walk funny.

The DMCA makes it illegal to make your own ink cartridges for Lexmark printers. The FBI wants to know if you use nmap. Law enforcement can request numerous pieces of information about you and gag the person to whom the request is made, making it impossible to prepare any sort of legal defense until after it's far too late.

This is not paranoid rambling, it's 100% true and it HAS BEEN DONE:

YOU CAN BE UNPERSONED.

What the fuck is wrong with you people? FIGHT. STOP VOTING FOR MAJOR CANDIDATES.
Can it be stopped? I don't know. I'd like to think so.

But I'm not taking too many chances.

if you click his link you will see that he is going to by a gun. What kind of world have we come too when pieceful people like this man and mys elf are considering the purchase of heavy firepower.

yOU PROBABLY NOTICED HIS DIRE warning that the goverment now has made it legal for them to UNPERSON you. I am not sure what this means, but it sound's posativley herrowing. I wander if if the "UN" it's some kind of refrence to the United Nations? I can't imagine that because the UN is on our side.

Any way, we have found yet another personhood who is solid.

If there is anyone out there who knows anything, could you may be please drop me a line, and tell me what UNPERSONED is?

Excises in Multiculturism

2004-11-27T05:53:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about Thanksgiving theother day (when it was Thanksgiving, had day of) And some relly distrubing things occrued to me. For instance. Ever notice all of the ads on TV/radio/paper for turkeys? Yes of course duh Daisy you saying but Listen. Didn't they seem more prevasive this year?? And taking into consider the Reputzi Regime of Reporbates... mabey you see where I'm am going with this.

(I'll elucidate though) People are all saying that "Iran next Iran next in line for Bush smackdown!" (cultural lesson from TIWWWB: most people don't know this but Iranians not Iranians Iranians Persians) but after this recent display of "festivities" I am fairly sure that the nation of TURKEY is next! Make prefect sense, right?? (actually probly Bush will go after both Turkey and Iran(persia) just because can/wants to)

So in support of all are put apon Muslim nation friends I'm am going to start using terms common to these peoples. For example. When in the morning you say hello you say "sabaah al-khayr" which mean "good morning!" So easy to incorprate into daily speach.

Also in revrence to G(g)od(s), Islams will OFTEN say "God willing" in ARab after anything said. So like this: I relly hope Reinmaker does not cause any more bad snows to happen, chinchilla (said with accent though they pronounce like chin-chil-LAH').

Anyways it's about time I have to go work now (long day not looking forward to) so everybody have a good day, chinchilla!

I Really Am Being Stalked By The Patriot Act

2004-11-26T13:42:00.000-08:00

Woah! I can't belive I wrote all that crap this mroning. Geez, I must of been still drunk. After I wrote all that I stumbaled back into bed and slept six more hours. Just got up.

Im rell embarassed , but I'm going to leave it as a testament to the bohemian life that I have chosen. There are prices that we all must pay for who I am, and mine is embarassment, sometimes.

As it stands now, I think that I shall never again recite poetry. I believe I shall be an older, wiser Memes.

Anyway, the reason I had titled the preivious post "I'm Being Stalked, etc." is because I am. I was giong to try to tell you about what is going on hear at Screaming MEmes, but I got side tracked telling you about last night's adventure in the land of Dianysis and Bacchus.

So, wha'ts going on is this: We (Screming Memes/Daisy the Lamb web site) are getting hit on quite a bit on our traffic counter by the Patriot Act web site. We are clearly being monitord. This is frightening and apalling behavior on thepart of our Nazi jesusland goverment. We are a web site, as such we are endeavored in the pursuit of our free speech. We can say and do whatever we want to. They are bound by the constitution to leave us alone.

but they are monitoring us.

Well, hear goes: Screw You Patriot Act Nazi oppressers. Screw you and the horse you rode in on. Take this, we're gonna tare the whole system down. You're days are numbered. We are not afraid of you and you're opresive laws and you're jackboots. You thugs!

I'm Being Stalked By The Patriot Act

2004-11-26T06:49:00.000-08:00

Not felling so good today. Horatio and I were up vary late last night, imbibing thepoets' drink, Singel Malt Scotch - well actaully did not have money for that, so we had ac ouple bottles of Canadian Club insted. It' doe'snt matter much though. In the end it all deos the same thing, you get vary drunk, and you are exhalted into a poetic state (either) above the god's (and all that) poetrie (fr.) comes spewing forth like a piss hurricain ( I guess I still in the either just a bit) and I just coulnd't stop mys elf.

and so at about 2:30 in the mroning we deicided to go down to this litle all-nite internet cafe and spew froth my poetrie (fr.) . I was in quite a state. I wold say probably exalted to the seventh levle of the heavenly bodies, really primed , and so I let forth, and it just came flowing out of me for hours on end. It would not stop .

They finally had to drag me off the stage , still with poetry just streeming froth , but unabel to contain my intents delite I had genially disrobe for alll to see.

It is a little embassing to think of now. But, it all seemd to make sense at the time. I am proud that I did not try to ebb the flow of the god's , but instead went with the jungian flow, the deep subconsious need to be a part of the eternrity of the collective unconcious.

After my spontanious poetrie (fr.) recitle, I met an beaustiful youong asian lady, who helped me on with my cloths and helped me back to my apratment. (don't know what had happined to Horatio by this point) . Here name was Mae, and she was delisious and their was vary mysterous air about her .

Well, I think I will leave the spoils of my poetique confrotaition (overwhemling shock and awe campaign) to the imagination. I will defer to the mystique of love, and not shall escape from my lips, the wandriment.

But, hear's to you Mae, wherever you are, and may be...

Thankgiving? For What, May I Ask?

2004-11-25T06:19:00.000-08:00

This year, obvisously, we do not have much too be thankful for. With the chimp in the Whire House and the world at war, their is to much agatation and chaos about for us to be thankful for any thing. To be thankful in a world like this would actully be a kind of secular blasfemy. To be thankful woud be a gob of spit in the face of humanity, a urination of the front porch of goodness itself.

No, I choose not to be thankful, for it is in choosing that I be come fully human.

I choose not to celebrate this quintassential quagmire of american Halledays, this blasfemy of pilgrim's. This quaff of capatalistic capriciousness, this colloquial culinary collission of country comforts. This Bush-leage, bastion, of evangelicle bastard baby-making, bile-bursting, bowling-bumkin, abominations.

No, this year I will not join in with the zero zen of zionist, zircon-wearin', zenofobic, zone of Exon spillin', zephyr-fartin', zoo-o-plankton-killin', zepplin-listenin', zenith-tv-watchin', Zefaniah quotin', zinfendel-slurpin', zinger-tellin', zinnia plantin', zilch creatin', zillonaire worhipin', zippy, zappy, zygoat zombie's of zeal.

I say, if any one would the sense to ask me, we should re name the Halleday, in the name of Bushitler the Chimp in cheif:

Cursegiving.

A Lesson In Newance

2004-11-24T14:28:00.000-08:00

One of the most deliteful things of the liberal paradime is the consept of new ance. The proper use of new-ance allows us to see anything in the world from the compasionete view point that is nesassary. Why is it nesassary? Because a deep sense of compassion will lead us to a place where we will never have to confront anybody no matter what, or make any body change, or even fight wars ever, again.

No body wants to fight wars, right?

I mean consider th children. Children are tender hearted and they would be a scaird to fight wars. I mean, a child is like a flower man. His head just blowing in the breeze. Aren't we like a child? Yes, children do not want to fight wars, and niether do we.

That leads me to the idea that I want to discus to day. It's a bit conseptical, so you have to bare with me.

See, the other day, a kind readre (fr.) wrote in to tell me of the nobel band Moroon 5 - who are such brave comrades (people who stick up for people who can't stick up for thems elves), that they deigned to wear a Arafat t-shrit and kaffiyeh when they wer'e on the MTV Academy Awards show last week.

This takes great corageaousnes and they should be very proud of thems elves for having to swim upstraem like that. (think Martin Luther King)

Anyway, I had some thoughts and hear they are, they contain a lot of newance, so hold on to you're seats:

A bout the Middel-East crises - Jews vs. The land of Palistein.

I think I think like any correct-thinking citizen (who doesn't even need to think anymore to know what is going on in this, Heir Bushitler's jesusland) that the Jews are equelly at fault as the Palisteins (there semitic too).

We need to broke,r a piece where they can both have there land at the same time. We need to follow the Road Map as it leads us(kind of like the yellow brick road) to the Emrald city for our ultimate bettermint of mankind.

If the Jews and the Palisteins (SEMitic) cant' get along than, at that point , we should just let them fight it out, and just kill each other. To hell with them all.

Do you see, that's called newanced thinking, because I am open to every possibilty on an equal level.

If they want to have peace, even if only one side wants peace, then we should inforce peace by any means nesassary.

If two sides want peace than it is possable that we have to take a way all the land from one side, but not the other. (I'm only saying it is possible. All thing's are possable.)

And , if niether side want's peace than they can all just die, like the evil Bushitlerite warmangers they have proven themselves to be.