Monday, February 19, 2024

Out of the Limelight / GW Bush

GW Bush landed on US Abraham Lincoln on 10/30/2003. The banner 'mission accomplished' hung from the control tower. That claim proved premature and the president underwent five years of slogging through negative press, sentiment, and politics before leaving the White House in a helicopter. His successor waved from the ground and since that day the ex-president has avoided most contact with the public, almost as if he knows that someone where out there someone wants to kill him or even worse arrest him for crimes against humanity.

Several years ago breakfast with former staffers Mr. Bush admitted that he was content to fade back into the shadows.

"I have no desire to see myself on television. I don't want to be on a panel of formers instructing the currents on what to do. I'm trying to regain a sense of anonymity."

I understand his sentiment entirely. The ex-model from Paris phoned the other day. A long-time admirer had contacted her with unrequited love in his heart. She mentioned my name and her suitor warned that I was a dangerous drug addict capable of harm both financially and physically.

"Me?" We had lived together two years on the Ile St. Louis. I never so much as stole a centimes. Maybe a few long-distance phone calls, which had been paid by her husband. He thought I was gay. At least that was what she had told him. Guy and I weren't friends, but I enjoyed the ex-legionaire's company.

"It's not like you're harmless."

"I never said that. I'm no saint."

"I was just defending your reputation."

A reputation, which will follow me to the grave.

So I understand GW Bush's desire to stay in the , but better than forgotten.hadows. He's gone but not forgotten at least for now, for you never lose the taste for fame.

"Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever." - Napoleon Bonaparte

Chance Encounters of a Presidential Kind

Presidents run in high circles with world leaders, government officials, senators, financiers.

Most Americans will never meet their President. The layers of security are supposedly impenetrable with a phalanx of Secret Service agents preventing any unauthorized encounters, but the screen around Barack Obama failed at a state dinner in 2009, when two party-crashers gained access to the White House and once inside poised with the President and several VIP. The woman intruder got close enough to Joe Biden to play with his nipple.

This breech of security would have never occurred under GW Bush.

The White House was under a lock-down. Staff understood the nation was at war. The President was safe.

Bill Clinton never had his safety compromised during his two terms.

Unwillingly.

George Bush Senior was not so lucky in 1990.

The president had visited New York for a find-raising dinner at the Sheraton on 6th Avenue. Police blocked off the area from protesters and I explained my rendezvous with an old friend to an Irish police commander at the barrier.

"I need a drink."

The fellow Hibernian allowed me to pass. I was wearing a tie and looked in need.

Phillip Brooks sat at our rendezvous point. We watched executives and GOP supporters arrive for the event. After several drink we decided to go over to Times Square. It still offered sin back then.

The front entrance was packed with arriving guests, so I suggested that we exit through the parking garage.

The first line of police ignored us.

We were in suits.

The second phalanx was more alert, but we stepped through the Sheraton's revolving doors just as the presidential limousine pulled up to the curb. Secret Service surveyed the entrance. George Bush emerged from the back. He was in a tux. I had never been this close to a presidential and called out softly, "Mr. President."

Everyone's head turned my way.

"My sister-in-law says hello." I said her name. She had worked for the CIA.

"Oh, really." George recognized her name. She had been his secretary, while serving as director, as had her sister. "She's a good lady."

"I know. She married my brother."

"Well, you wish Patty and Frank my bests." George Bush shook my hand. His flesh was warm.

"I will, sir." I smiled that he could remember my brother's name. "Have a good night, sir."

"You too." The president proceeded into the hotel and a Secret Service man approached to ask who we were.

"Just private citizens that's all."

Philip and I left into the night without a backward glance, which is always best when the Secret Service are looking your way.

They know guilty and neither Philip nor I were close to innocence. as always.

Nancy BJ RIP 2016

Nancy Reagan supposedly gave the best head in Hollywood during the 1940s.

Old Dutch the President never got any, but she wasn't beyond fellating Frank Sinatra in the White House bathroom.

And more than once.

The ole Cocksuckette died on March 6, 2016.

The Right sang her praises.

We remember her not allowing her friend Rock Hudson get treatment for AIDS and her horrendous JUST SAY NO anti-drug campaign.

May she burn in the Hell of her choosing.

Giving head to Satan ad infinitum.

Oral History Of Presidential Fellatio - 2011

On January 17, 1998 Matt Drudge broke the news that President Clinton had asked Newsweek to kill a story about his affair with an intern. Her name was Monica Lewinsky. The Big Press ignored the scoop from an Internet free-lancers, however the story featuring President-pizza-intern-cigars-sex created its own audience.

“Mr. President, if there is a semen stain belonging to you on a dress of Ms Lewinsky’s, how would you explain that?”

Clinto responded as most men caught after their pants had been down in the wrong place and time and lied, saying, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky."

No other president had been asked the same question for the simple reason that none of the recent White House residents have had sex while in office.

GW BUSH had been too coked out to maintain an erection. His father kept his tete-a-tetes clandestine. Ronald Reagan allowed Nancy to have sex with Frank Sinatra, but the Great Communicator never got head from his second wife, infamously renowned in Hollywood for her fellatio. Jimmy Carter merely entertained impure thoughts and Gerald Ford’s wife suffered from a wasting disease. Richard Nixon only masturbated to nude photos of Jackie O and LBJ scheduled his peccadillos to this Texas ranch.

JFK had scores of women in the White House. He once confided to British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan that he suffered migraines, if he went three days without sex. At state dinners the president would disappear with women into the recesses of the White House. His paramours included Pamela Turnure, Jackie's press secretary; Mary Pinchot Meyer, Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee's sister-in-law; two secretaries nicknamed Fiddle and Faddle, and mob moll Judith Campbell Exner. Marilyn Monroe was a beard for his conquests. Despite all the trysts, JFK was too cool to get caught.

Despite being called America's first black president, Bill Clinton was not so cool, however he survived the interrogation and impeachment proceedings to serve out his term, because he had committed no crime.

Examine the facts.

On Feb. 1995 a GOP-controlled Congress shut down the Federal government by balking at passing a spending bill. A storm storm further isolated the President in the White House. he ordered a pizza and a buxom twenty-one year-old intern delivered the pizza to the Oral Office.

As I have said many time the worst thing that happened to America when there was no government was that the President got head and a pizza.

Clinton denied having sex with Monica more than once.

The American public asked, “Isn’t oral sex ‘sex?”

Not according to the President, who admitted, "I did have a relationship with Miss Lewinsky that was not appropriate", but he denied committing perjury because, according to Clinton, the legal definition of oral sex was not encompassed by "sex" per se according to Wikipedia.

Their presidential affair lasted eighteen months, but you can sure that some women saw Hillary’s post-Iowa tears as residue from that awful period in her life. The pain. The betrayal. The humiliation.

“Let’s vote for the crying game.”

And American voter again elected a President human enough to shed tears shed before the TV cameras.

Clinton was now a elder statesman for the USA. His betrayed wife has been Secretary of State. The other women weaved into the sex scandal have not been so fortunate.

Paula Jones posed nude and lost a boxing match with Olympic skating terror Tonya Harding. Most of the $850,000 from that bout went to her lawyers.

Kathleen Willey had a sexual encounter with Clinton. A grope and the forced touch of an erect penis. The former White House volunteer aide who didn't talk about it, except whenever the media pays her, which is not every often these days. Clinton's favorite Pizza Girl debunked Willey’s accusation by saying, “Willey’s tits were too small.”

>Monica Lewinsky survived the maelstrom of Press abuse. The former intern graduated in December 2006 with a Masters in social psychology and has been studying at the London School of Economics. Hopefully she is faring well.

In a time of crisis she helped a president in need, following the words of the immortal JFK.

“Ask not what your country can give, but what you can give to your country.”

Sunday, February 18, 2024

Tar In The Blood

My father’s side of the family traveled to the New World on the the Mayflower.

My antecedents were Howlands.

A young indentured servant, John Howland, had been washed overboard mid-Atlantic and somehow had grabbed a trailing lanyard to haul himself to the safety of the Mayflower.

Centuries later my Irish Nana had sailed on a ship a deck above steerage in the Year of the Crow. She was 14.

In 1966 my parents had enrolled my name in the lists of The Sons of Colonial Wars and Mayflower Descendants. I attended a single gathering of both association. The walls glorified the wars against the First People. As an anti-status quo hippie never went back.

Family legend had that we were also akin to Hannibal Hamlin, Abraham Lincoln’s first vice president.

My grandmother’s last name was Hamlin. I recalled her saying that she was related to the great man and I have mentioned this to a few of my friends over the years.

Back in the 1990s my father compiled a family genealogy. The Vice President was mentioedn in the family tree, so I researched Hannibal Hamlin on the Internet.

Wikipedia accused my supposed ancestor of having been a mulatto, citing his dark complexion.

“Hamlin is what we call a Mulatto…they design to place over the South a man who has Negro blood in his veins.”

His Vice-Presidency added another incendiary flame to the secessionists and his political opponents in Maine further scandalized by untruths as to his heritage.

“That black Penobscot Indian.”

Of course no one was really white back then. Artists painted presidents as white when in truth they were men of color, because white women died in droves during childbirth. Faced with extinction white males impregnated black women to save the race, plus sex with white women was an obligation instead of a pleasure, however the darkest of the dark were thrown out of the big house same as Abraham banished his concubine Hagar and his son Ishmael into the desert.

As for me, I walked like the Mothers of Invention sang on FREAK OUT, “I’m not black,but there’s a lot of times I don’t feel white.”

It’s in my blood.

And everyone else’s too.

WE ARE US 2023

No silent night
No peace on Earth
Like Lennon said
Imagine Imagine Imagine
Imagine no more them
Imagine no more us
Imagine only we are the world
We are us. We are us.
From the mountains
And the valleys
To the Oceans
All around the world.
No more prayers
No more thoughts
Only the silence of guns
And Peace on Earth
From the Jordan River
To the Ukraine
An End To the wars
Everywhere
Nothing but peace
For the children of now
For the children of the future
For we who were once children

Peace around the world.
Imagine
It's easy if you try
Lennon sang that then
Let's sing it together now.
All together now
All tomorrows
All together now
We areus
All of us
Like it or not.

Myrtle Street Sunset Haiku

4:03
The sun drops behind a building
Not sunset yet.
Soon