Buddhist threatens to set self on fire…if all war not over by 6pm!

Police rush man on Main Street in Westover

CHUCK HAUPT / Press & Sun-BulletinBroome County Sheriff’s deputies tackle a war protester who was threatening to set himself aflame. The man was sitting on the top of his car as Johnson City firefighters used a hose to spray water on the protester during a standoff on Main Street near BAE in Westover this afternoon. He had two gas containers and was shouting for the war to end by 6 p.m. The gas containers were filled with water.

By John Hill
Press & Sun-Bulletin

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WESTOVER — Officials shut down Main Street during rush hour after a man parked his car in the middle of the street, sat on top of its roof and threatened to light himself on fire if the Iraq War wasn’t stopped by 6 p.m.

The standoff ended when a Johnson City firefighter rushed toward the man, spraying him with a fire hose, while four sheriff’s deputies and Johnson City Fire Chief Henry W. Michalovic tackled the man, pulling him from the roof.

Broome County sheriff’s deputies and Johnson City fire personnel blocked off Main Street around 4:30 p.m., when they arrived on the scene and found the man sitting on the car in between BAE Systems and the Aldi grocery. The road was reopened around 5:15 p.m.

The man phoned authorities and threatened to light himself on fire, the sheriff’s office said. During the standoff, the man used gasoline cans to pour liquid on himself. The gas cans were later found to contain water.

The man was taken to Binghamton General Hospital, said Broome County Sheriff’s Office Sgt. Vasili G. Yacalis.

Charges are pending an emergency mental health evaluation, the sheriff’s office said.

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For the Day of Atonement…and the day on which I die.

Day of Atonement

As the Day of Atonement
and the season, month, year, century and millennium
in memory of the
One Great and Unending Holocaust
rapidly approaches

let us all reflect…
not on the crimes
of a deaf and blind G-d
who has allowed it to go on…

but rather
on what each of us
has not done
to end it.

And
if we are all together,
and the very universe itself
nothing but another experiment in life
in some petri dish of nightmares
only to make you feel small
in the mind of the Divine
at least for one moment
which is only the duration
of our individual lives…

let each of us
leave that Creator’s very being
for all time and forever
in terror…
knowing

It is only deaf and blind
because we left It so
in not giving a fuck
about the least of Hers/His/Its/Theirs
attributes of beauty

nor even those asinine and impotent powers
of mercy or compassion.

But instead we succeeded
in becoming greater
than any such G-d we left
in comparison to us
a cripple
by having more love
for each and every one of us
than It/They/He/She
had for all of us…

Hey, why the hell should we hope
for any fucking messiah to save us
when each of us
can be an army of one Messiah
among a legion
of Messiahs and Messiahesses

For low and behold
even if there is any G-d of ALL Love
I know for a motherfucking fact
THAT
is what the Cocksucker
is hoping we will do and…

Love each other
more than any G-d…could fathom.

______________________

I’m looking forward to when I die…
and finally seeing God…fucking weeping
and being inconsolable for a change…
that the finest French kisser
who ever touched His/Her/Theirs/Its lips for my age

and while…I was alive

…is no more.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

______________________

A few spears of Masculine Liberation…and other weapons more dangerous than the arrows of your love and laughter…

or unedited excerpts from the long feared publication of the book of psalms entitled…

“Scars of Womb Envy and Other Poems…of Hope and Despair”

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I was there at the scourging
and remember the Crown of an Iron Age
pressed upon the brow.
There…bound in leather
in robes…moist with agony
they reminded the defeated lover
what a slut and good fuck…the virgin is.

I know…I’ve heard the argument before:
the world knows nothing of him
therefore he knows nothing…of the Earth
or the obscenity of crusades.

For that reason I understand this crucifixion:
it is Lucifer he wages war with
and follows…and leads each fallen angel
from the prisons of hell…against the thrown of heaven.

After all let’s not pretend the father…is innocent of evil
for it was not born in the garden
not that kind…of hatred.
And even demons have their plan
in protecting martyrs
from your un-scarred body.

So do not tell me of blasphemy
not when the pure of heart have known…
mutilation and despair…
and a deity so unmoved by prayer…it is frightening.

Now, let the ashes of my corpse terrorize you…
in spite of him…in spite of her…
in spite of the crimes of a forsaken messiah…
I have chosen sides and swear…
I remain forever at war…with your God!
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The Abortion

On the day you kept the rabbi from celebrating the bris
and the priest from performing the christening
the angels ceased to dance.

Now I give you these truths as evidence of my agony:
The womb is not so miraculous
as the lost mind…that gave birth
to the infants laughter.
The tabernacle is not so sacred
as the heart…that conceived
the fetal yearnings.
And nine full moons is not as long
as each day…I dream the child into life
and forever from my embrace.

My heartache will not heal; your innocence will not return.
For I have this scar you left as a memory…of your love.

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I remember as a child…
the woods…
and even…
farther away
where the rainbow…
promised to touch the earth…
and the side of a hill
and the birds who lived there.
We picked blueberries then
and swept a path through the green jungle
vowing to never reveal
the secrets…
we’ve now forgotten.

_______________________

It’s easier to talk in the third person
to tell you what I know about him.
He was upset…with you
…with the empty bed
…and with himself.
That is why he left
the phone off the hook
to warn you
…of his anger
…and his wounded vanity
…and his phobia of phones.
And that is the most important thing I can tell you.
He is not proud
…he can not abandon his hatred
…even for the wrong reasons.
If you knew him better
you’d understand
why
at 11:00 p.m.
he wanted to call…
to torment you…
with the love…
of his tormented heart.
But the man is no fool.
He was wise enough to know
he did not want to know
…it was already too late.

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For Stephen…who doesn’t want to know me

You don’t really know this but had I pressed the matter
I could have easily slept with your wife.
It wasn’t easy not to
for me
she smelled more of the earth than of raw vegetables
she was well trained in Jewish lore
she knew everything about Rodan’s mistresses and
she loved Michelangelo.
This is a warning: Don’t let her out of your sight.
I can tell you from past experience
some wives
…are easy to misplace.

_______________________

I never saw you in Tina min Square
or St. Peters-burg
or in the other prisons
in Washington D.C.
I never saw you inhaling
tear gas in Paris
or in flames in Saigon
and in a hundred thousand
other cities and times
I never caught you…stealing
because you were hungry
or naked
or hunted
or wanted to share
a lost mind.
So do not tell me of love or freedom
and how to wage war
and especially do not tell me
how to protect children.
Halfway between the Pentagon and the clinic
my suicide note began
far earlier
on the road to Dachau
or was it Syracuse
or Front St.
that reminds me…I have no family.
I am only here to warn you
the last of the hippies
…is still alive.

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Lucifer, I could have loved you…
more once…when you wore the tiara…at the Cyber Cafe.
But now you have the coveted crown…of loneliness to wear
so wear it…wear it well…it becomes you.
Because hell is empty and Satan is gone…leaving you only…
a thousand dollar phone bill and a wardrobe of chastity belts…
each one colder than the last.

And where is Satan? Satan is lost…and in a lonelier place still.
Satan is in the nakedness of Limbo…and in the terror of wondering…with hopelessness…
if he is the Antichrist…or the messiah…
or only in the agony of knowing…he is loosing his mind forever…again.
And you want to go there with him…but you can’t
because you can’t hear his heart scream:
When can I come home…from the war against hate?
And can I ever come home…from the war against love?

So how did you think I would cum…and my kisses taste
when you took the phone from the hook and changed your address in a night?
Did you expect me to rest…in peace…on the laurels…
of yesterdays…dead poems?
And where were you…when Nature’s arms opened up
and a forsaken man cried out:
I have no scars. I can’t walk on water. I can’t change water into wine.
I can’t be him.

And I wonder…are you jealous of her now…when she whispered then:
That’s the way it’s suppose to be.
Because you have long legs and beauty and your breasts and thighs…
are willing to be touched.
But is Venus still in heaven? Because Cupid is gone too…
leaving her only…the dream of New York and holding hands…
in Harlem.

And sometimes I too forget…what ever happened…
to the beauty of phone sex…
and the beauty…I never knew in Spokane
who no doubt is already in the arms of another…
trading in golden locks
for a more virginal phone number
than the one she lured me in with.

After all…wasn’t the music of my poetry…as good and angry
as Patchable and Marilyn Manson
or didn’t you like the conversations…
and being welcomed to Limbo, my love…
and the war against war…
where I’m still not sure…you were ever as nude…
“…as the young and the hopeless.”

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The Pretty Prostitute

Like Magdalene before her and the angels after her
she was aging…and on the other side…of expensive.
We collided, during a sick age…in a sick place;
I, with my delusions of grandeur…and she, with stories of torture.
There were wives there then…who argued in favor of damnation
for the whores of the day…and the whores of the night.
My whore was silent… so I argued…in favor of lovers.

It was useless…so to spite them…we shared cigarettes…and coffee
and holding hands…and an embrace…
but a price was never agreed upon
…for love…or dinner…or a picnic in the sun…and then she was gone.
Afterwords…by way of the streets…I found the address she gave me
and was invited…into her asylum.
So we talked again and embraced…and then in only moments…
I too was gone.
I heard that day by means of the sick age and the sick place…
she found my flowers and candy and music…unimpressive…
so they ceased.

Later on…I came back to our meeting place…as I often do…
for days or weeks or months or even longer
only to discover…she was already there waiting for me.
She discovered…I hadn’t changed…but I had by way of money…
more stories now..of torture and pain.
She had the unfortunate type of misery…
that did not like…that much company.

I remember…by morning this time
we were no longer holding hands
and by coffee…we were no longer talking
and even my coins had stopped impressing her.
What I do not remember…was why…
she did not argue…when I said good-by
and made the cruel suggestion…that she have a good life.

It was a long time later…at a new meeting place
where my long lost whore discovered…
I was still waiting for her this time and when I heard her say,
“You’ve changed.” I realized…she hadn’t.
She was still beautiful.
As for whether she was diseased…
there are cures for some kinds of crimes
but there is no cure…
for never knowing…if I was only…a one night stand.

_______________________

For Barbara and Susanne

THE ABORTIONS

There was a child…and then a season later…another
Who died at a very early age…victims of child abuse.
Even my love for you was not enough to save them.
And because of this…
the rainbow never again held a promise
…the sunset lost all it’s beauty…
and the magic of the full moon…was destroyed.
You must understand–for me there is no consolation
…no penance–with enough pain
…no atheism–with enough emptiness
…no cathedral–with a God strong enough
to burn from my heart the memory of their innocence.

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I confess…I am the son of Joan of Arc

And for proof…you who have only faith
are lost…
while I have as a legacy…
the honor to wear her armor
and to be heir to her courage
to hear a choir of angels
singing…the end of hope.

But because I am her child
I have seen
in the maiden’s eyes
the end of despair
born by the tears and incense
…of burning flesh.

So in the emptiness of this arena we share
let it now be revealed to you…why
I have the privilege…to carry
a shield of voices…sighing in the summer breeze.
It is because I have for a weapon…a woman’s sacred longing
to see her tempered sword…sheathed on the field of battle
in the enemies war…against the olive branch.

And that is the reason…I can not be bribed
by the argument of forgiveness
in the hallucinations of your court
that strives to inflict upon reality…
a voice in time…for tyranny.

So do not tell me about the sins of humility
it is pride that keeps me from being tempted
…with the politics of salvation
and the dreams of the heretics Church
still drunk on sacrificial wine…and blessing the starving child
with damnation…for the theft of bread
consecrated to feed the poor.

For these and all my other crimes
I have chosen the rainbow…to blame
…for allowing me to remember…
the deluge and the thunder…
that is only an echo of the screams
of the excommunicated mother
who has beckoned me to warn you:

It is her favorite son who is incurably ill
with an insatiable desire…
for revenge…for each day
an army of physicians…deepens the wound
left by the surgeon’s scalpel.

This is not an omen…this isn’t even a vow…
it is only a prayer that was answered…in the beginning
when I was embraced…by a woman clothed in flames.
And she knows the truth of this punishment.
There is nothing wrong with her children.
They are alive and well
…in a world

…that is raving mad!

__________________

This suicide note began before…or was it after…
I remember playing there…
beneath your neck
above your navel
underneath your leaves
amidst the sound of the bay…
Where we lived…in a bed…of paranoia
and poverty
and money…from stolen music
and enjoying sacraments…from any priest…who happened along the way.
The nights lasted forever then…and sometimes the work in the fields…
and the factories lasted…even longer.

This suicide note began after…or was it before…
I remember playing there
beneath your navel
above your thighs
underneath your leaves
only to raise my head from the scent of your sea
to answer the request from the next room…
for sugar…for coffee…for tea…
or another stolen bottle…of expensive wine.
It was easy pretending then…until our final words
as long as we forgot every morning…
we had stopped talking…the night before.

After all…perhaps it does not matter…whether we lied to one another
because I know…even the courageous…have their moment of terror
…in the face of truth.
For in time…I found phone calls are sharper than the voices…
leading to razor blades…
which is the only proof…I need to know…the scars of your absence
still haunts me.
That is the reason I lied
so you would believe…this obscene truth:
the surest way…to the only heaven with you I knew
was through the pavement of hell
fashioned by the hate of the prisons I came from.
But by now…my softness would love companionship…
even in the arms of a lessor woman…
who also does not care…about such profanities.

Perhaps I am only clinging…to not having enough cruelty left
to buy more innocence…with the bones…of more children
…who would be buried here.
Because now it is already time for the vigil to the end of our story together…
I was there one night…agony and passion came…and died in your arms.
So forgive me…this is the only wedding gift and blessing
I have left for you both:

Of all the beautiful and ugly angels…
I have known and loved and hated…
you were every God I ever dreamed of…and more.

_____________________________

is this punk.

if you have no scars, no perforated cheeks,
if you are not broken
you are [part of] the problem.
it’s true.
anyone who sees the world
as it is
cannot be asked to be an optimist
besides
this is not a contest among voyeurs.
no…this is frightening.

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Years later waiting for the bus to Syracuse
at 12:29 in the afternoon
in the Parlor City…I sit drinking
trying to remember…which key fits dreams
and why…the key to Rodin’s gate is so hard to turn.
The waitress is tired…and it is only mid-day…somewhere
the grass was greener then…
I had youth on my side and you…bu my side
years ago
before so many experimental drugs
before so many prisons
before so many hospitals
before this
and before that
when the world was younger…and I…in your arms
believed love could never be broken.
I underestimated the enemy then…and now…
each ethnic race…as always…has the desire
to leave as a legacy for their children…more hate
than they inherited…from their parents.
For even the small card shop is controlled by the party…
of cameras on the wall, lies…
and the football hero…who is skin searched daily
for every weapon…except cruelty to animals and torturing the weak.
I confess…I did…and still do play there…in the totalitarian state…
and have given arguing…
with every different security force…
and the psychiatrist who believes in national secrets
and surgical bombing
as a way of aborting…psychotics.
All poetry and art aside…it is politics I save my fondest hate for…
because it keeps me from the angels I save my fondest love for…
and remember Syracuse?
It is only five miles away now…and on the other side of the gate
a car salesman awaits…who never stops assuring my heart…
you never think of me.

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I met you at the top pf the hill
at Oak’s Inn, in the bar, in March, sometime in the Year of Our Lord.
Not knowing what to do…I used my most romantic line
and asked you…your name.
And you answered with a smile:
Much younger, more beautiful than you
and unfaithful to you…only last Monday night.
From there…the conversation deteriorated…into flirting…
or at least so I thought…because I remember…
you arguing…in favor of forgetting…
the names of more lovers, than I at your age…
remember having.
And I…not to be outdone…arguing I had more…wine than you.
Which looking back…leaves me unsure if you were laughing
with me…or at my age.
But I stopped laughing when you mentioned him and his love for corpses…
so to be polite I never mentioned a woman’s love…for eunuchs.
After all it was a celebration…not a marriage…of horror stories.
So I tried to discuss the religious practices of the young…
fertility rites, the end of love, smokers rights, death and the other burning issues
….the war will protect us against..
After all the policies of the governments of the world
are a flawless proof that poverty and age
an unwelcome means of transportation…to a woman’s bed.
As for accepting my phone number…this is the only truth I am leaving you…with.
Do not concern yourself with such trivia
I am sure such mistakes will be outlawed by science
and the one true political party of wealth, perfection
and nightmares…very soon.

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For Bracee

Your flesh was not so hard to endure…
as the love of some women.
But my memory is not so short
I’ve forgotten kneeling before you…
or the others you sold me to.
That is why I was never sure
you understood this:
Scars and tears last forever.
Slavery is only half as long.
However, that was my excuse for telling the truth.
The white boy you had did not lie.
He was a virgin. And maybe that is the reason
he was not there
on the night of your execution…of another crucifixion.
There were other things in store for him
than being a victim…of the rape
in your version…of a new passion play.
So for you it should come as no surprise that during your trial
there was a revolutionary loosing his mind
in the green house for his role
in the rebellion at the Bastille.
That is were the rumor reached me that you wanted to kill a man
just to know…how it feels.
So now you know. Now I want to know.
Is it any difference afterwords…washing the blood off of your hands?
Because your tenderness no longer impresses me.
Because I remember years later…I found your heart…still beating…
in a love letter…addressed to me
and the pain among the lines did not look so hard to endure…
as the wounds you inspired…with the soft fist of hatred.
Do not mistake the blessings I gave for hope…I have none.
I am just writing this to let you know…I remember my promises.
I have found the lock and have only left…to find the key.

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The Durty Book Store’s Place In Eden’s Revenge

I confess to you…and to setting lust free
…and to standing
as I did at Mid-Night Mass
…half lost
…half there
…and all alone
in the darkness of this confessional.
It is obvious I am cumming
…to witness the holy Acts
…transform the human bodies
…involved in…the passion play.
Therefore trust me when I tell you
during the sacrifice
…their positions
…have changed.
I am not lying.
I have stopped
kneeling…as a child
because I took my time
standing…as a man
who stumbled and fell.
Still
it is comforting
to know:
I am not among the holy
host of spectators
a priest’s absolution
could save…from understanding…this mystery.
So let’s not pretend…the agony of lost innocence.
I am not looking for fig leaves…not here.
I am looking for childhood’s place…in the agony of guilt.
And what the shepherd girl has to do with the animals
…and the Lamb
…and the others…in the manger…which maybe why…
I have no secrets to keep from the world…nor any that are kept from me.
And that is why…after all this time…the scar of vengeance…may still be mine.
Because I have come that far
to know
that look
betrays
the flesh
of your faithful wife.
Only you will understand
…I will never tell
and
you will never know…the Fires of Eden
I found
beneath her leaves.

_______________________

For Karen

Even as Amy Mann and Radio Head battle to be plagiarized
in the warmth of the cold garage
a war rages on…somewhere…in my manic schemes…and dreams
of the heat of your distant arms…still falling…victim
to my admittedly dieing ego’s…charms.

Desperately! Desperately! Desperately!
You are almost all I think of…saving…if that is what you want
from being among the ranks of the freaks
who were ever embraced…by him.

Because…once upon a time…a long long time ago
I told you a story to who ever you were then on another forgotten…drunken nite
my greatest crime…is knowing
like Samson knew….when his G-d led him
by means of the sewers of blindness…to bring down the Temple walls
my greatest sin…is not hating…enough
to trust anyone…with my darkest and most unimportant secret.
So…sew…sew…sew away…back on the farm, lover?

Desperately! Desperately! Desperately!
It is almost all I could think of…loosing…my heart if that is what you never wanted
as long as it will keep you forever…from being among the ranks…of the freaks
who suspected they could ever fall in love…with a leper.

Come on and let me save you…if that is all you want
and as long as it will help keep my spells…forever…from parting your thighs
like Moses once did with his magic…to the Sea.
Because you are all I think of…saving
if it will…keep you forever in my heart…and me from touching again
just another professional…in the business relationship of being
for me alone…just another woman…who is… an untouchable,

After all it is a cheaper and crueler and lonelier payback of revenge
than letting a man you will never know…wound you with tears
for all that he owes thee…for what my durty diseased mind

Desperately! Desperately! Desperately!
wanted to do to your perfect body for nothing…but thanks…for cigarettes…and the beers.

Now it’s your turn to save my soul…from you
Desperately! Desperately! Desperately!
wanting to do anything as payment…to learn…how to fall in love…with me.
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Pornographic Note

As I watched you go alone and away…from me
on that horrible day I learned
I would never see your eyes.

I felt more powerful than Samson
when the eyes of my soul…were blinded
by some silent blessing telling me
to go alone and away…from you
on a chilly afternoon…at the end of the Sabbath…
on the nite of the seventh day…under a dark gray sky of aloneness
and there to await the parting of clouds…giving birth…to a floor of galaxies so high above me.

Swirling, swirling…swirling
to reveal in all their majestic glory and majesty
what I imagined to be…but the beatific tip…of your soul, my beloved…

Or is all that beauty I so desperately desperately desperately
wanted to find in you…nothing more…than the beauty…that is forever…with in me?

________________________

The Stories of the Streets are Mine…

Sunday Night

His mother would not return. Every Sunday night she left him and his brother here at this house, and each time he knew she would not return. His younger brother was the only one he really had for a companion, but the little one was too young to understand this. He was only just beginning to talk, and at times, despite his love, the older brother hated the younger one.

This house they would stay at for a week was not theirs, and it was already overpopulated by too many children. These other children belonged here. It was their home. He and the little boy with him were intruders here, and they competed with the others for food and water and, even more importantly…laughter.

The other children, the ones who belonged in this house, hated him and his brother. The others were good at teasing. They were good at lying and blaming him for doing things he did not do. But sometimes they were affectionate and almost kind to him. It was then that he almost forgot about his mother who would never return.

On Sundays he always cried the hardest right after he discovered she had left him again. Sometimes the people here would put him in the closet until he stopped whining. But some tears always feel because Sundays were always the hardest to endure because he had to begin all over again to win the hearts of the others and it was not an easy task to do. The other children were older than him, They all bossed him around all the time and if he did not move quickly enough, if he did not mind well enough, they would find new methods of torturing him until they were satisfied with his tears.

His mother was already gone and this evening he sensed more tension in the air than was usual even for a Sunday night. The other children were sneering, and he began to cry. The mother of the other children began to yell and then scream, and then she too was gone. It was then that they came at him. They were all laughing.

They were debating weather they should spank him or put him in the closet this time. They decided to ask him what they should do. He tried to go to the lesser of his fears…the darkness of the closet.

At fourteen, I was the oldest. One of my sisters handed me the belt. All of us took turns beating the two intruders until they said they were sorry, for what…we never knew. Before my mother returned, I let the sobbing brothers out of the closet…and gave them a hug.

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“The wall, he decided, will always be there”

He awoke, or at least it seemed he did, for he could not tell if he had been dreaming or if he were dreaming now. He pushed the woolen, scratchy blanket away from his body. There were no sheets, and his skin stuck to the plastic mattress that smelled of others sweat and urine. After prying his flesh from the tenacious bedding, he managed to sit up. He was more tired than he had remembered. He was still dirty and thirsty and his eyes hurt as they squinted in the dim hazy light. He drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. For long moments, he sat that way fearing punishment for doing anything that might be wrong.

Eventually, however, his eyes grew accustomed to the shadowy light and he began to see things. Across from him he could see a wall. He wondered how long the wall had been there. The question struck him as absurd. The wall he decided would always be there. In this confusion, he meditated on the hardness before him until a thought of beauty entered his mind and the nakedness upset him. “There are no pictures…it has no pictures hanging from it.” Lacking the courage, or cowardice, to look away he continued staring blankly until his sight improved still further and he found something within the wall that excited him. “I forgot…about…color…I can see the color now!” He tried to give the color a name. “Dirty…” he thought. “Filth.” he said out loud. “It is a filthy color.” he whispered silently to himself.

Quickly, the excitement left him and he began to grow tired of looking at the wall, even the color began to bore him. The boredom gave him a sense of courage and he became bold. He decided to explore. Cautiously he moved his eyes to the right where he saw…a corner, Then the head began to turn to follow the lead of the eyes. They continued past the corner until they gazed upon something he recognized.

He hated what he saw, the familiar object that hid in the shadows…the thing that kept him here. He glared at it, but the closed and bolted door remained unmoved. It was then that he turned back to the wall he had grown to know and the boredom…he had grown to love.

What the critiques are saying about…anything.

“Well I’m still an embryo…with a long, long way to go…until I make my brother understand.” Helen Ready

“Three months into the womb I was already beginning to record memories.” Salvador Dali

“The only man with energy, yes the revolution’s pride…he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.” Leonard Cohen

TODAYS SERMON: Fire and Ice! And why Martin Luther King wasn’t…a “liberal”!

I personally knew, and loved, and respected Phil Berrigan, a defrocked and excommunicated Catholic priest…for spending decades in prison because he desperately tried to non-violently end war. And I worship the path he laid for us to follow because he was greater than his myth…he was just a simple Man. And it is one of the great misfortunes of my life that I never knew Martin, and Malcolm, and Jesus and Moses and Spartacus and a lot of the other nameless trying to be Messiahs, as well as the G-d forsaken…anonymous messiahs, who have been walking around among us screaming with every breath they take…and exuding from every pore of their body…

“STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE MINDLESS, STUPID, GA GA EYES LIKE I AM SOME DEITY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKERS! BECAUSE I AM NOT YOUR DEITY! I AM MADE OF FLESH AND BLOOD AND BONE JUST LIKE YOU ARE! AND IF FOR JUST ONE MOMENT YOU WOULD ONLY STOP QUOTING ME EVERY TIME I FART AND INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING ME…IF YOU WOULD LEAD ME AND LET ME FOLLOW YOU TO THE PROMISED LAND…WE WOULD BE LEGIONS AND THERE REALLY WOULD BE NO STOPPING US!”

The “Big Bang Theory” is HORSESHIT! Creation began with “the whisper” and that led to the scream of “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AT THE END OF ALL THIS?” which is more commonly referred to as the “Big Question” but is more commonly abbreviated as the “Big Bang” and that is why evolution is true. The one and only truly inspired word of God can be found everywhere and seen in every heart felt search for truth you can find in any book, letter, scribble, doodle, crayon mark and in the babbling of the profoundly retarded if you have an ear with which to hear them…that is if those truths you are seeking haven’t yet been burned…from your wanting to find them…with in your own heart!

All life is precious, but those Gods and Demi-Gods I mentioned at the top of this list, made it even more precious for ALL life by living their entire lives with the courage to die for something as intangible…as a “dream”. And others, make life more valuable by having the courage to go on living in spite of lives tormented by agonizing despair and utter hopelessness. After all, it requires a coward of epic proportions to take his own life believing that any god you fear…is worth worshiping, not to mention who would expect the coward to bring, as an offering, the dead corpses and wandering spirits of ANYONE’S children as an entrance ticket…into some magical paradise of LOVE reserved for a “brave” martyr willing to end the life of innocence but lacking the bravery to fight a Force of Madness. However, on the other hand, and because you have the technology, does it require any less cowardice of biblical proportions to go on living a life in which you can safely manage to kill an ever more and increasing number of your fellow species all in order for your own survival to continue…with out ever wondering of what value your own life then becomes?

There is no front line of the WAR! And the only trouble going on in Israel, and Palestine, and China, and India and Tibet, and Iraq, and America and every other seemingly disconnected and bottomless cesspool of Hatred is that you don’t know they are all connected and held together…under your own feet by the concept called Earth, which involves, in order to understand what that really means, an unbearable passion called LOVE.

There is nothing at all going on in Washington, DC, or Moscow, or Peking, or Paris or New York City or any of those other so called great seats of power that should impel you to go there en mass at this late stage of the game…unless you happen to be living there. And even then, it wouldn’t make any sense to walk blocks all the way to the White House, or some other domicile like that, to protest the back up of the toilet in your own home UNLESS you are already in one of those governmental buildings that belong to all the people and you can start pissing and shitting all over the carpet and desks, as a sign, that you have finally broken into the realms of the sane.

Now, assuming you did finally enter into that abyss of mystery, let’s see how well you would do with the bravery that kind of sanity does require. Because does it seriously make any sense to anyone, but the most depraved of COWARDS, to be anything less than OBSESSED with what is the purpose of your own life, instead of pretending an existence of crawling to beg on your knees to one “self proclaimed fuhrer” after another to stop commanding YOU to obey orders has meaning? And probably even worse…to encourage the carnage of the insanity by your cowardly meekness and self depreciation of your own strengths along with muttering under your breath…that you are only one person so what can you do? And then the litany of other variations on that same arsine question you babble of what can one lone individual do to stop funding death factories? What can one isolated human do to stop the exploitation of the masses of the poor? And, among the seemingly infinite number of other hopeless injustices, what can YOU even do to protect all future generations…from the war being waged with depleted uranium against them as well?

Well, ASSHOLE, if you got a whiff of The Sacred Book of Farts, Proverbs: Soixinte-neuf to Cunt-hair-Cock-hair inclusive, that I alluded to at the opening of our unholy discourse today, of YOUR own power to help evil, far more tangible and terrifying than any boogie man Antichrist could bring upon the world, by your own commission of IMPOTENT acts which are utterly devoid of any meaning and have absolutely no validity in reality what so ever…except for the pretentious ones you give them! And if you heard me just then, whispering and accusing you, in the silence of your own soul, that YOU yourself, and YOU alone, are nothing but the worst and most spineless and depraved coward of all who is afraid of nothing…but the Divine Power with in your OWN Heart and Self. And if you can hear me further accusing that it is not someone else…but YOU who idolizes the agony of others if, with that Power, you can look away from their hell for even an instant…then why can you not hear me screaming with every ounce of my being, “PROVE ME WRONG! AND TEAR DOWN THE WALLS, MOTHERFUCKER!”

Now It Is Time For The Inspirational Thoughts Of Today:
So if everyone will please stand until the final act. Andrey is going to speak in heretical Taoist koans and tongues…and if just one of you dip shits do not come up with a more fucked up sura, bordering on a worse psalm, that isn’t your own more dangerous Poem…I will make you wish it was Judgment Day!

TODAY’S CLOSING HYMN
“S/He Who Does Not Have An Ideal They Are Willing To Die For Has No LIFE…Worth Living For.”

Please pick up, on your way out of from underneath the roof that houses our SMALL and LITTLE congregation of humanity, the very sky above us all…your very own copy of “NONE OF US CAN EVER FORGET, WE WERE ALL THERE…AT THE SCOURGING!”

TOMORROW’S SERMON: Feel free to ask me to give you simple suggestions of what kind of direct action ONE person acting alone can do to totally fuck up HATRED. Because if you dare ask that LIE of a question, I swear to you, I will fuck YOU up so bad then as well…it will be the last time…you ever try to NOT out fuck me!

YESTERDAY’S SERMON: Where were you when the laughter went out of the coven of the witch…because some clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch?

Sanity challanges world madness!

In my absence…I was waiting all of one month waiting for $2000 in bail to be posted and then of course the proverbial week long stay on a psychiatric ward receiving a “psych evaluation” from the mind technicians who have hearts that are clinical dead.

You will have to “register” to leave any comments…hopefully negative and that you are glad I didn’t use real gasoline that would have resulted in more pollution or positive comments that I should have used a real “explosive device or instrument” on my body… just to relive the world of answering any further questions…about HATE and DEATH and WAR!

We do have 43 minutes of video of the attack upon the world military industrial complex which is soon to be a major motion picture..please send all further comments and denigrations to the CIA, the KGB, MOSSAD, HAMAS or your local secret police to display your displeasure that they do not seem to have some peoples minds completely under their control.

War Protester!

Attacks upon the war!

Attack upon tomorrow’s children’s children’s…children!!!

The movie that will blow you away!

BTW…never leave home to go to Berlin to tell the furer living in the White House in Washington or the Caves inn the Middle East…that you want him to stop making war…unless your home is free of the world military industrial complex. I found over 80 of those companies alive and flourishing with in 30 miles of where I live.

(to be continued)

Next December 25th the first Burning White Man demonstration will take place at the Southern Pole of Antarctica.

It is sponsored by Liberals Just Want To Have Peace…Because It Makes Them Feel Good About Themselves, NPR that has no advedrtising but only one nauseating and endless tribute after another to multi-national corporations, The Working Families Party which supports people’s right to assemble war weapons just to keep them busy and the D.A.R.E. to never tell the truth program as a way to raise money for the Re-Education Programing of the Unitarian Populace. The demonstration will also be protesting global warming, the end of the world and to just watch each other jerk off to pretend you are doing something. The soiree will be a week long event and is limited to the first 20,000,000 people who will buy a ticket for $10,000 each. If you purchase your ticket with an American Express credit card which belongs to one of the actors who advocates using this card because it is environmental friendly…we will donate $9.95 to provide Palestinian and Jewish children who haven’t died for God yet…with two pints of Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream as a tax right off. Ten nuclear power plants are being constructed at a cost of one billion USD a piece to provide all the energy for the heaters, electric blankets, hot water tubs, HD TVs, cell phone towers, computers and other necessities of life…that 20,000,000 people will need during a protest of this magnitude. Several major airports are also being designed and will be in place for the Boeing 747’s and supersonic transports we have reserved to get you there in style. You will also have one of the finest highway system in the world for you to travel while there for you to go directly to any of the fun skiing and snow boarding spots or kayaking in the worlds first and only man made heated river in Antarctica.Most of the penguins have sold out and have quietly resigned themselves to extinction but we are still in negotiations with the remaining ones to convince them how good the demonstration will be for the local economy. And we will only use condemnation of the areas they are still inhabiting by means of eminent domain…if they get violent and do not listen to reason.

Hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of amputated body parts from all over the world and surpassing the number of limbs which were lost at the Coliseum will also be brought in and built upon by the time it begins to show everyone…what we are all up against and for all the shows to be staged upon in our Amphitheater of Limbs. Amazing shows that we have in store to keep you, the populace, good and opiumized. Shows such as Paris Hilton discussing with Larry King’s two brain cells, what you can do with just one brain cell. An economics peace symposium on why you should invest in Oprah rather than Harlem. A round table discussion of why, if you can only get a job in a munitions factory in Anywhere, America no less so than the jobs which were provided in Nazi Germany and in this case to provide the best lap top and HD TV for the kids to watch Sponge Bob on, it is OK because only the fuhrer in Washington, D.C. is responsible for his actions but YOU can abdicate yours. And a controlled nuclear atmospheric test will also provide you with a fireworks display like you have never before seen in your life are just a few of the many surprises you will be able to experience and enjoy.

One of our greatest concerns will be to protest the amount of garbage we will leave behind but promise to eat at next year’s newly named Burning Whitey To The Ground Festival, that is if there is a next year…to piss and moan, that it was already too late to stop global warming…this year. So what can you do?

This is one demonstration you do not want to miss! “So buy tickets and buy often!” And please contact your local liberal, who has a doctorate in the Goering philosophy of logic, if you have any questions about why you shouldn’t alienate your neighbors by asking them the “politically incorrect” question that should never be thought of and it would in fact be better for you to go screaming Yahweh or Elohim or Has-hem in a Mosque, or which ever word for God it is that should never be uttered, rather than whisper into the ear of those neighbors alluded to, “What kind of madness is it you have which allows you to work on weapons of mass destruction programs in ANY country thinking having that kind of blood money to buy the latest cell phone, i pod or ceremonies for your child at one of the “rite of passage clinics” is fulfilling your responsibilities as a parent…when in fact you are contributing on a massive scale…to the inevitable destruction of their future…and all life on the planet, you dumb sick fuck?”

NO SMOKING WILL BE ALLOWED AT “THE BURNING WHITE MAN DEMONSTRATION” AND EVERYONE WILL BE GIVEN A THROUGH SKIN SEARCH AND ENEMA BEFORE ENTERING OR UPON EXITING EVERY BATHROOM. THIS IS ONLY TO ASSURE THAT NO ONE WHO IS WEARING THE MANDATORY NUCLEAR POWERED HEATING ATTIRE WILL BE EXPOSED TO HARMFUL SECOND HAND SMOKE. THE HEATING ATTIRE IS ONLY MANDATORY, HOWEVER, IF YOU DO NOT WAVE YOUR RIGHT TO SUE THE ORGANIZERS IF YOU GET FROST BITE BECAUSE THEY HAVE GRACIOUSLY PAID FOR A MILLION DOLLAR INSURANCE POLICY TO EXERCISE YOUR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT TO FREEDOM OF ASSEMBLY.

Your impossible dream mission, should you decide to accept it and not get strung out on Scientology, or some other James Bond fantasy for your eyes only…is to contact any of the above agencies, or just call a wrong number, to obtain the study materials required to get a degree in sanity in order to go along with everything and to say how honored you are to help “them”, who are in fact OURSELVES, in their work because it is the beginning of wisdom to know any answer that is the current “politically correct” and expedient one…should never again be questioned…and do they have any idea when stem cell research can provide us with cloning the long awaited uberman…entirely untouched by human embraces…to dispense with the one thing that would allow for the abortion of the birth of utter despair…by bringing into reality the hopeless dream…of enduring the unbearable agony…of sharing…a collective conscience together?

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And this is especially for the gals, if you don’t have the stomach to call for at least unilateral disarmament… then GET YOUR SORRY ASSES THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY…OF THE KIDS WHO DO!

“How We Could Have Won The War…Before It Started!” Is Unpatriotic, Treasonous, Blasphemous And Probably Heretical Zen!! And May Even Be TAOISTIC!!!

Far be it for me to imply that we would have been better off and already won the war before it started…had our military industrial complex been making microwave ovens, HD TVs, i pods, the latest cell phones, lap tops, CD players and all other manner of new theological advances in technology in addition to subsidizing local farmers to grow an over abundance of food…ALL to use as military weapons against our own fundamentalist nuts and corresponding fundamentalist nuts in Iraq…by dropping all that feces in every corner of Iraq in place of the bombs we are dropping on it now.

And then threaten to STOP attacking them if they keep any of their beautiful women and handsome men from falling in love with any of our handsome women and beautiful men…or any combination there of of ours who want to fall in love with anyone of our enemy.

Of course we could probably go on attacking every nation in the world, as well as in other worlds, for the next 10,000 millenniums, with weapons along those lines and get not only every demand we could ever conceive of met but every whim, wish and dream as well. And the cost of that war, I am willing to bet, would still be eternally cheaper in the amount of tears that have already been shed by everyone…in this war. But then there is just no accounting for psychos is there…ALWAYS wanting to take the “easy way out” as opposed to “sane” people…who always want to take the hard road.

Post which was banned…on the Nancy Grace site of the Court TV forum!

“The chief function of propaganda is to convince the masses, whose slowness of understanding needs to be given time in order that they may absorb information; and only constant repetition will finally succeed in imprinting an idea on their mind.”…Adolf Hitler

THIS IS A POST WHICH HAD ME PERMANENTLY BANNED FROM THE COURT TV FORUM…IT WAS POSTED TO THE NANCY GRACE SITE ON THE FORUM WITH THIS TITLE…

Is Nancy the antichrist…or worse yet…Darth Vader incarnate?

(If you don not know who Nancy is on Court TV, she is probably the most impassioned news anchor they have. She is a lawyer, who had a boy friend killed during some hold up. She was a prosecutor who never lost a case. And she is tragically devoid of any compassion for the sickest members of the lowliest victims of the world…and i only say that…because on some level…I think that makes her tragically worse than them…because she ought to be capable of it. And the fact that the following post was deleted on that forum speaks volumes of what she, and Court TV itself, really thinks …about “freedom of speech.”)

Nance, hun, lighten up and try to redirect your lovely wit, passion, anger and desire for revenge where it really belongs.

And first of all, in order to do that, you are going to have to give up that cherished superstition of yours that there is something sacred and noble about the “law”. For law is nothing but the codification of already unwritten prejudices against the weak and disenfranchised by those wielding political power and who make those rules with no other purpose but maintaining their own supremacy. This is true regardless of any political system which bases it’s society on this myth that because you write it down it suddenly becomes magical, impartial and fair for everyone, when no one in their right mind can entertain that thought for an instant.

To imagine that the concentration of enormous amounts of wealth into the hands of kings and queens, who have never been exalted by their own unselfish gifts to humanity, and to fantasize that the concentration of that wealth, which results in the poverty and exploitation of virtually the bottom 90% of the worlds population, is not going to result in enormous amounts of “violent” crimes…is to deify stupidity!

Teaching children that it is wrong to steal candy because they have no money to pay for it with while someone else declares bankruptcy and who openly keeps bank accounts containing billions of dollars is not a civilization…but an insane asylum!

Our great and sacred court system which professes to believe all men are innocent until proved guilty labors under everything but that belief. The obviously guilty are set free on technicalities while the innocent are imprisoned because the system is not perfect and makes “acceptable” mistakes. Beggars are jailed for lack of $50 in bail. Other beggars are licensed to beg for hundreds and billions of dollars as tax deductions to pay ceo’s of “charitable ” institutions enormous salaries. The entire legal profession is based on the most obscene form of sophism with each side attempting to portray lies as the truth and the truth as a lie because that is their paid role in the theatrical production. If there is a plea bargain with the offer of a specific amount of time being recommended to the court in return for a guilty plea the defendant stands before a judge who asks him or her if they have been promised anything in return for their plea and if they are giving their guilty plea freely and without coercion. And of course, in the surreal play the defendant is expected to perjure him, or herself, by answering, “No, your honor.”

Prosecutors conveniently loose, misplace or never inform the defense of facts and evidence that would exonerate the accused despite the fact that they are breaking the law in doing so and despite the fact that it is their obligation to prove the accused is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt which would imply that it is incumbent upon the prosecutor to also examine everything which might indicate that a defendant is innocent and that they have the wrong person on trial. A district attorney who obtains a conviction of an innocent person because that person had an incompetent attorney is no less culpable of incompetence then the defense attorney the defendant had and also should face reprimands and punishments for the injustice that was done.

Defense attorneys are allowed to withhold facts which prove an accused is guilty of embezzlement, rape, murder or other real crimes against society. This is all done despite the fact that the enormous amounts of theft that is the result of white collar crimes is a thousand times worse than ten thousand purse snatchers or petty thieves. Lawyers of rapist and murderers hide facts behind attorney client privilege despite the fact that rapists and murderers are entitled to mental health services and rehabilitation. Neither of which, however, are they going to find or receive in any of the Bastille’s that impregnate this nation from sea to shining sea and this land of freedom which has more people in prison per ca-pita than another nation in the world!

And as long as we are on the subject of why it makes more sense to build a twenty million dollar college of higher learning in crime rather than a five million dollar community college let’s face it…it is a good investment in the future because tomorrow we can build five hundred million dollar prisons with the lessons we haven’t learned from today. And by “codifying” and defining more inevitable results of poverty and the disparity of wealth as crimes we will have them overflowing in no time too. But then who ever said that total stupidity would be cheap?

Almost done, and as an aside, yet nevertheless related.

I of course, like everyone else, was appalled at Osama’s preemptive strike upon America based on his inaccurate intelligence reports that we have a nuclear weapons program and refused to allow inspectors in to view them. And I know that it is merely a lie that alQueda spread that our great nation has more weapons of mass destruction than any other two countries on the face of the earth and capable of destroying the world and all life on it…a thousand times over. Where are these purported wmd that we are suppose to have? Has anyone of the least of our citizenry even seen them? Then obviously they do not exist! Because we live in a free society and I know there is no government on the face of the earth that would be that evil to need the resources to destroy more than 99% of all life on the planet to feel protected and create a buffer zone and a “wall” to insulate us from death. Besides, we could not keep our ghettos in the pristine condition that they are in if we were pissing away on weapons of mass destruction programs the limited natural resources of an impoverished land such as America where brotherhood and sharing with one another rules our very judeo, christian, islamic, buddhist, taoist, native american, moonie, atheistic, neo-nazi and all the other cults melting pot of ours.

So, Nance, my love–I’m with you…because I swear to you–I too have dreamed of cutting off the toes and fingers and sexual organs and other body parts of the child rapists and torturers just to give them a dose of their own medicine. And like everyone else who has a conscience, I know it would not lower me to their level if I were allowed to do so. That is why I am pro-capital punishment–because there is a difference between a sadist being deprived of the human agony of having a conscience which would deny them of their “rational minds” ability to perform the insane actions they commit in the secret of the night and what we, who have the joy of having a conscience, do by light of day.

By means of televised courts, by means of lawyers who have studied ethics, by means of twelve death qualified jurors deliberating at their leisure, by means of judges who dispel justice tempered with mercy, by means of appeals to a Supreme Court composed of members with the wisdom of Solomon and who gave us the precedent of the Dred Scott decision, by means of a paid executioner who is just doing his job, by means of this, by means of that and by means of so much more is why there is a difference between what they did in breaking the sacred law and what we do to fulfill it.

Like everyone else, I’ve got more to say too…but it’s getting late so it will have to wait. Once last thing though, Nance, don’t worry about the title. There is a bit of Darth Vader and the antichrist in all of us but let me tell you, if you really try confronting that demon within yourself…you are going to find yourself very much alone and at one with everything…no matter where you are.

all for one and one for all,
zen(a/k/a Bramin)

PS–Omg, does this place seriously not have a spell check program or am I going blind and just can’t see it?

On Dolphinizing The World!

Well as technoman said:

“lets cheer on BOONEX cause no matter who gets what … we will always be close as a family no matter what race or religion or profile ( we are the team ) and BOONEX is what got us all close together !”

At any rate, who would ever want to be a member of a family like that? A family who doesn’t care what race or religion or profile that one could be AND everything else that implies? Especially in a world where we are suppose to know we are ALL at war with one another and can’t hate each other enough? And what ever the hell would we all do if we forgot those little secrets we all try to share so fondly with one another but do such a poor job of here under Boonex’s dictatorial regime(?) along with her iron fist(?) of governing and did such a piss poor job of listening to us bitch and moan(understandably at times yes…but way too much for what we have gotten in return!) Namely a new weapon to use against all the nuts of the world that have to have their own arsenal of WMD for them to feel safe. Our very own Weapon of Mass Unity…under the guise of the new version of Ray and Dolphin!

Omg, the crazier it gets the crazier it gets, ya know? And why we can’t get the World Bank to accept as payment for ALL the debts in the world the efforts of EVERY single person engaged in our open conspiracy is as much beyond me as it is you. And to paraphrase Mark Twain, “What is worth more? All that frigging slippery blood soaked paper made of dead trees that they have backed up by some cheap ass metal they call gold and took out of the ground to put it back in the ground under lock and key? Or the acts of artists making love…by way of the poetry of programming?”

Well, I couldn’t agree with all of you more…there is just no accounting for stupidity and I too support Canada’s and Mexico’s right to invade my home town looking for WMD…because I know God damn well they are making em down the street! And it is no national secret…because everyone in town “nose” it as well as I do! And I swear to you they took my pocket knife before I went into the city office building today…at first I took it personal because of that sour look I was born with that always makes me look like I have something up my behind but then on the way out when I went to get my knife returned a woman in back of me with a kid in a stroller was waiting to pick up her weapon. I didn’t stick around to find out exactly what it was…but more than likely it was a full bottle of milk for her kid that she could have thrown at a judge if she didn’t like his call on her traffic ticket or who the hell knows…you can never tell with them American princesses…it could haver been a glass slipper bomb for all I know.

BTW, don’t get me confused with wanting the “other side” to win. After all, the human race is in a solitary war above all else with itself to assure it’s own extinction…and only secondarily with all life on the planet. And I am not going to leave all of you dreamers on that depressing note because I have a better line to leave you with that one of my gurus who told me to essentially get lost the last time I heard from him. He once wrote, “I see nothing wonderful in ignorant prophecies of doom and destruction. What seems to me all together wonderful and marvelous is that the world can swiftly come to an unforeseen and unimaginable glory if we would only learn to accept with grace…the simple truth.” Of course as well all know it ain’t going to be easy either because as another guru of mine by the name of Abbie Hoffman said, “Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day.” And I’ll tell you I always felt he had more to go on than I but then even he one nite “…took his life as lovers often do.”

I don’t know about any of the rest of you but I can be laid out for days sometimes by some stupid and vindictive flame…even from the skinheads for Christ sake…because whether they know it or not even they are a part of this as much as any of us. So go easy on Andrey, and especially each other…because it is never easy to be positive with energy when things aren’t going exactly as planed like with the prior versions we all were using and for someone to manage to read all those bitching moans and complaints, some of which bordered on, and others that were…out right flames at times…and still manage to answer a question, if there was one to be found in it…with out falling into the trap of getting burned by the arsonists or negative is the sign of a real leader.

BTW, I’m no angel nd I’ve set some undeserved fires of my own at times in frustration, though not too big I am still hoping, so I really do have to commend Andrey on the professionalism. And like I said I have just as often been burned out for more than a few days by the occasional flames we all get from those it seems that no matter how hard we try…they still don’t want to be a part of that family…whether we make it as easy and broad as calling it humanity…or as free as Dolphin.

And honest, guys, sorry I haven’t been around to post much lately…or maybe your glad..I don’t know. Because I have been in one of my periodic agonies…and the medication just wasn’t dulling my heart enough…to some real personal realities…and it just gets so depressing at time when I realize no matter how much medication I have taken…none of the doctors ever really got any better.

However, Andrey, maybe Michael told you during my funk I did try my my hand at being a free lance marriage counselor and I am proud to say I was 100% successful at it. Of course I got out of it quick after saving one marriage on the internet…after all I figured…why press my luck? KEEP DOLPHINING GUYS!

PS. To anyone…how’s the Dolphin Users Guide coming along? Sorry to ask but I got a little lost round here in my absence. Is there a specific place or link we can go to to add suggestions or help in the writing of it?