The Price of Silence

Gold is at an all-time high. The US dollar is shrinking against every currency in the world. President Obama's poll numbers are falling from his post-election heights. Two wars, the health care battles, a battered economy, and his negro heritage are shaking the confidence of swing voters in his ability to lead us through the current storm to safer water and on this Tuesday a crucial senate election will served as a bellwether for his future.

All eyes are on Massachusetts, where the Mary Coakley, the State AG, and GOP hopeful Scott Brown are contesting Edward Kennedy's vacated seat. A loss could cost the Democrats their super-majority in Congress and the opposing parties are campaigning hard and furious for the undecided voters of the Bay State.

Heavyweights such as Bill Clinton and ex-governor Milt Romney have appeared in behalf of their candidates, however President Barack Obama has yet to show his face in my home state. Scott Brown, once regarded one of the 100 sexiest men in America, has warned the president to stay away from the fray.

“The machine is coming out of the woodwork to get her elected. They’re bringing in outsiders, and we don’t need them.”

More like he doesn't need them.

The race is tighter than expected by pundits and a presidential foray could help the Democratic contender, but the present crisis in Haiti rightly has seized the attention of the president and sometimes a good politician knows when to stay out of a fight, especially in the only state to vote for George McGovern in 1972.

My one vote that year went for him too.

So get out there and vote my fellow Massholes.

Avenge the destruction of the Quincy Quarries for the sake of the Big Dig.

Stop the GOP.

Your vote does count this time.

Brooklyn Tony ON GETTING OLDER

Brooklyn Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy
bar after another. After the 6th one a man on the bench across from him
said, "Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you.
It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."

Brooklyn Tony replied, "You know, my grandfather lived to be 107
years old."

The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at
a time?"

Brooklyn Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business.

Rudy's # 1

The UK's Telegraph has picked Rudy Giuliani as America's # 1 conservative celebrating the NYC mayor's statement that no terrorist attack occurred during the 2-term tenure of GW Bush. Left-wing commie pundits were quick to remind the bald presidential hopeful of 9/11. These pinko talking heads expressed their surprise that the GOP hitman forgot the 2001 tragedy, despite having said the numbers '9/11' about 300,000 times since that day.

Most of them during the last election.

Proving one thing.

That all lawyers are pieces of shit.

Especially ex-DAs.

Fuck Rudy.

Hellbound Haiti

Most Americans are too lost in the daily struggle to survive the gauntlet of bills and family needs to care about the rest of the world, however the famed churchman Pat Robertson took time out of his busy schedule to theorize that the devastation visited on Haiti was God's revenge on that troubled isle's pact with Satan to liberate their slave ancestors from French servitude. Russ Limbaugh was quick to defend the evangelist's comments. The Palm Beach radio announcer has visited Haiti's sister nation the Dominican republic many times to score drugs and pussy. His knowledge of the DR seemed to have granted Mssr. Limbaugh special insights to the damnation visited on the other half of Hispaniola.

"I'm just gonna tell you, if I was named envoy to Haiti, I'd quit government. Envoy to Haiti? You can't even pick up a prostitute down there without genuine fear of AIDS."

Sadly I've heard other Americans make the same racist statement and I recall with conviction the words from Frank Zappa's HELP I'M A ROCK.

"I'm not black, but there's a lot of times I wish I wasn't white."

It's not a small world anymore.

There are hate lines across the globe and it's time to remember.

"They first came for the clowns."

Pact with the Devil, my ass.

There is no god and there is no devil.

Only the walking dead of Haiti.

Les Zombies.

Coldest Winter

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you.
It was to me and it's very well written and I hope that you enjoy it too .

" WINTER "

by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre



Shit It's Cold

The End

Thanks to Allison of Palm Beach. Her tree are dying from the cold.

"It was the coldest winter in nearly 40 years."

It wasn't always that way and maybe it won't be again, but I remember driving to Florida in April 1971. Chet, Paul Keenan, Moose, and I headed for Fort Lauderdale. It was spring break. We had rented a house across from the infamous Elbow Room. The Sunshine State's drinking age was 18. The four of us were legal. This was our first interstate road trip. We crossed the state line around 9pm. WBZ was on the radio. The Boston station was broadcasting the NHL play-offs. Bruins-Canadians. We were leading 'les Habitants' by 2 goals in the 3rd period. The station's 50,000 kilowatt signal gave out at the 'free OJ' welcome stand. We reached Fort Lauderdale at dawn. We went to swim at sunrise. I read the morning newspaper on the beach. The Bruins has lost 7-5. None of my friends cared about the loss.

We were on a beach with girls in bikinis.

There was no more winter.

Until 2010.

YOU SEND ME - Sam Cooke

Network TV is on the verge of obsolescence. Too many commercials. Shit programming. My new apartment came with a TV. I exiled it to the closet, although PBS sometimes has shows of interest like tonight's documentary of the 60s' smoothest voice, Sam Cooke. I knew that Sam Cooke had died young in 1964.

At the age of 31.

What I didn't know was that the soul singer had been shot dead at the Hacienda Motel in Los Angeles. The LAPD ruled by shooting by the hotel manageress as justifiable homicide since the Mississippi native had reportedly attacked the woman in a near-naked state, however Etta James had reputed the finding after seeing the corpse. The Chess Records singer declared that the body showed the signs of a devastating beating.

The gun wounds sounded more like a coup de grace.

No one argued with the LAPD in those days.

Not whites, blacks, or latinos.

So tonight watch PBS at 9pm to catch what Same Cooke had to offer the future.

Perfection 1968

From1/10/2010

I was 16 in 1968. My favorite band was the Rolling Stones. The year they released BEGGARS BANQUET.

Rolling Stones - No expectations / You can't always get what you want

Live.

"I saw her at the reception. A glass of wine in her hand. I knew she was going to meet her connection."

Classic.

I'm nearing 60 now. The Stones are still #1 and this YouTube entry shows why.