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21. Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule (Live, Atlanta 2008)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbxgK_l3Apg
20. Tom Waits - Dirt In The Ground (Live, Atlanta 2008)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5G7fVuLJ6I
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"quill from a buzzard
blood writes the word
i want to know am i
the sky or the bird."
t.w.
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Eye-opening 8 minutes and 19 seconds….
MARCH 23, 2015
https://aadivaahan.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/eye-opening-8-minutes-and-19...
SAAAAAlute!
Ever the floater of loves not so pleasant truth in art, W. BANZAI 7!
Best yet! Thanks WB!
BTFD! is Chinese for "I do shit in the back room that I don't tell you about."
Me booyah you long time.
It seems that the Hildabeast's head was filled with hydrogen gas.
Dear Jim: Should I be worried about Bear Stearns in terms of liquidity and get my money out of there? --Peter
Cramer says: “No! No! No! Bear Stearns is not in trouble. If anything, they’re more likely to be taken over. Don’t move your money from Bear.”
It never gets old...lol.
ERIC!!!!!
top of the mid-afternoon to ya, gentlemen! and a fine mid-to-late-afternoon tis. spring is at long last creeping into being and is cavalierly extending its middle finger to olde man winter; asserting itself like some insolent young greek fin-min to a ancient house of finance reformed in frankfurt. ahhh, the impudence of seasonal shifts -- one fades from primacy and yields to the inevitable and irresistible forces janus calls The Natural Order.
it is furthermore my birthday -- lil ole me, the march-hare mad-hatter what made janus into a household name (in houses of ill-repute, like those on maiden lane, in frankfurt, throughout the city of london, and other such dens of vice and malfeasance that insist all houses of noble mien lay prostrate before their pathetic little printing machines); and so it is that 322 is more than a verse in Genesis, it is a day to mark a personal anniversary -- the day i began my march through existence some 40 years ago this day...to the day, as they say.
anyway, here i am, bearing both rhyme and reason; always plying my craft such that the former is subordinate to the latter -- and this is of no mean import; in fact, it is an issue of inestimably precious matter, in that reason, in an age nearly depleted of all its stores thereof, is not only in short supply but its very essence is in grave peril. reason has been subverted and sacrificed at the alter of hip causes; because we all have to feel good about ourselves regardless of whether our hip causes are in any respect objectively 'good'...it is only the sensation that matters -- evanescent, puerile and vacuous though this sense of dudly-do-rightery may in reality be, so long as we can all agree that 'good' has been done, we'll smash whole nation states to smithereens in pursuit of our do-goodery posing as a moral purpose. but janus cannot at the same time pretend that rhyme don't count in the beat of my own idiomatic pentameter; the music is in me, and from time to time i tune the dial to a frequency familiar to those out there attuned to the keenest of sensibilities.
other than the pursuit of Truth through the beauty of words wedded in ways pleasing to the mental pallets of this world's finest minds, janus also serves a Higher Purpose that i oft describe as mischief...but it is more than just simple impishness; i am an olde school defender of the faith and a guardian of civilization (but perhaps not the faith you may presume nor the civilization presently en force); that is to say, i've got my work cut out for me...and lo, the fields are ripe for a bountiful harvest; and though some think the good guys only take the day in formulaic hollywood clap-trap, i'm here to tell you that in the end, the good guys always win. evil is a dependent force; and whenever good seems on the surface at its hopeless and waning ebb, that is instead the signal encoded in The Natural Order that shit's about to reverse...big time! think of the tide as it flows back and forth across its relative strengths -- strength to strength (as 'they' say).
WildBillVII, you recently did a clever mock-up featuring godzilla, a beast easily confused with our ancestral nemeses, the dinosaurs -- our lizard lords from days of yore. and there was also on the Hedge's main page some open letter posted for our fed's answer to elvira, janet yellen...black-hearted consort of sinister chaos and the harlot to whatever evil alchemist of debt-based fiat is practicing his dark art in the basement of 33 maiden lane.
and so it is that i'll from those two articles draw the inspiration for to hopefully encourage and edify a fellow mischief-maker extraordinaire, a man who's cut from the same cloth as janus. i confess, it is a base and silly thing to imagine that you'll get on with some personage inhabiting the world of celebrity; all the same, i cannot help but assume that Jeremy Clarkson and janus would get on famously -- his celebrity and my lack thereof notwithstanding.
i saw some moping escape from his mind and run wild; this will not do, Mr. Clarkson (with all due respect). in this sad-sack abnegation of duty, my imagine-friend, Mr. Clarkson, compared himself to a dinosaur and resigned himself to the camp of the out-cast and ostracized. chin up, chest out and eyes front, Mr. Clarkson!
hats off!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmZbCwmOC6I
hats on!!!
now, if i understand the situation correctly, this is what went down: Mr. Clarkson, the man by whom all plates queued in the rolls of that show's staff are filled with the finest cutlets -- indeed, many families are sated with the superfluity of profit and the attendent bounty flowing from the abundance of his many talents -- Mr. Clarkson is the milk-cow making it all happen, and no one can make a plausible argument negating this obvious fact. on the night in question, Mr. Clarkson sees fit to cultivate his appetite over a few cocktails, all the while salivating over a properly prepared piece of red meat -- but one too many cocktails eclipsed the hotel's kitchen's close. and, here's the thing, once a beast like Mr. Clarkson or janus gets red-meat on the mind, nothing else will do...least of all some measly bits of lunch meat and peasant-cheese. damn it all to hell!
knowing his master as he must, some thick-headed ginger from the land of leprechans flatly informs the mind managing the hand that feeds him that there is no steak to be had, the kitchen is closed, and this plate of bologna and velveeta will have to do in its stead.
rage is not only a predictable outcome, but a most necessary response to this horrifying instance of gross dereliction. instead of scowering the area's other restaurants in search of something suitable, and furthermore discarding his duty to serve like some flunkie lacking in respect and professionalism, this punk irishman tells a gentleman of high standing and immense talent that oscar mayer is the best that can be had? tell me why this irishman didn't scramble to tesco, buy a steak and a hotplate, improvise and act as a good steward should. in a more enlightened age, this assistant would be standing in the dock; and a swollen lip would be understood as a gesture of mercy and benevolence.
all that being said...bad form, Mr. Clarkson. this is not 1988; tragically, one can no longer go about cross-checking these papists from belfast about the upper lip. and even though a high-paying job serving a man of genius would normally inspire the kind of loyalty and ingenuity which would've otherwise secured some acceptable chunk of bovine protein for his boss and master, this ill-bred punk has decided to repay Mr. Clarkson's beneficence as employer with litigation and publicly aired histrionics.
according to the ancient and accepted code, this punk's conduct after the fact does not absolve Mr. Clarkson's responsibility to seek forgiveness for a moment of weakness and (frankly) petulance. the way i see it, Mr. Clarkson, you owe this vermin an apology and some form of restitution, but done in a private way with no admission of guilt (since he's decided to get all litigious). and so, you'll have to surreptitiously offer some gesture of contrition. however, his conduct after the fact is another matter altogether.
cry havoc and let slip the barristers of hell! ingratitude is a sin that openly begs for retribution; and, Mr. Clarkson, you are within your rights to pulverize this abscess of putrescence with alacrity and passion. someone needs to made an example of. nevertheless, a duty to check the flourish of ingratitude and the harm it represents to an advanced society must be balanced against the gentleman's obligation to conduct himself with charity, compassion and mercy. so, somewhere betwixt immolation of this assistant's entire clan and a stern swat on the wrist is the proper balance of justice found. godspeed, Mr. Clarkson.
another troubling feature revealed in this sordid affair is the notion that our day is come and gone...oh no-no-no, Mr. Clarkson, the epoch of "dinosaurs" is, quite literally, just around the corner. recall if you will that phrase of mine, The Natural Order. even though these untermench have extended the reign of their awful tyranny much-much longer than any could've possibly projected, their time is truly nigh. the world and its peoples can only tolerate the 'leadership' of bean-counters and bureaucrats for so long. we are now so well-past the furthest possible span of what this species can manage or metabolize from these spineless parasites that the snap-back will be, well, epic (not for lack of a better word, but because the metamorphasis will be just that: epic (and in every positive respect)..and so i stress its epicness).
democracy is dying with a dying fall, and all who've permitted their perspective to be swayed by the specious doctrines that inform this nauseating & vapid rubric ("democracy") will soon find themselves lacking a lodestar...the compass needles of seven billion self-styled emperors spinning about their axes with a fulsome faith finding no object by which they may channel and invest it. a godless age with misplaced faith will come face-to-face with the crippling effects of a good ole fashioned 'existential crisis'.
no, Mr. Clarkson, we are entering an age of kings...and the cool thing is, there are but few currently possessing the official title who're actually cut of kingly material. this is indeed an age for men of a certain pluck and enterprise...an age when dinosaurs will again assert themselves freed from the fetters of an imposed an arbitrary 'morality' that seeks to invert all that our rational faculties confirm...death to the 'humanists' who preach a tedious gospel of 'equality' to congregants who wish so badly that it were so...but it ain't...and change is a commin!
so, yes, i'll have that extra cocktail as i stimulate my appetite; and, thank you, i'll take my steak slightly on the medium side of rare...and i want nothing on the plate besides -- perhaps just a bit of gravy stirred with its blood's reduction.
cheers to the new age!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv_eIFpFMiA
invictus,
janus
Clarkson is more likened to a baboon usually on Top Gear more often by the little guy Of the three he has made more Biblical references as you do. I wish you both could be a bit more serious about Holy Writ.
if i come-off irreverent viz. any Holy Writ, i apologize...my intent is quite the opposite. and if that is the impression i'm making, i'll make efforts to clarify my relationship with The Holy One -- i am His humble instrument.
janus
anus short for janus bitchez.
i've lost count...how many times now have you made this oh-so clever association with my Hedger name and that of the colon's closure? yes, somewhere abouts 99x2.
when God was handing out wit, he didn't endow you with very much of it; and though this isn't the fault any, you've decided to take it out on all...please spare us the banalities of what in your mind passes for humor.
funny just ain't your thing, my friend. better luck next time.
janus
janus, you tickle me with your rabid verbosity.
HB2U
much appreciated, amigo.
tldr
Zerohedge is run by a bunch of pantywaist crybabies who can't take criticism.
so, let me get this straight, ozzzzo: you join a site for no reason other than to criticize its denizens for their inability to take criticism?
i would say that your rasion d'etre is irrational, self-negating and imbued with a decidedly adolescent brand of hypocrisy, but there's more to it than simple pre-pubescent antics...there's a definite hostility underpinning your purpose.
i don't care what your therapist said, spraying your frustrations in the general direction of your betters will never dislodge this abiding sense of inadequacy that fuels your insecurities and impairs your futile efforts at overcoming the bed-wetting.
but i wish you all the best.
btw, your generation is rather amusing...i can see you handling a copy of E. Gibbon's masterpiece, surveying its width, cocking a suspicious brow at the prospect that any could have 'that' much to say on any subject whatsoever, and then confidently dismissing the tome with your curt & cute lil acronym...tldr. sort of the epithet of this generation of 'gamers': tldr.
for shame,
janus
doing his ZWO masters bidding, and with enthusiasm!
A fool's revolution needs a leader.
Fucking shameless huckster.
Yes, comrade Cramer Lenin was telling everyone to buy right up to the 2009 collapse in equities, because top sellers like him always need suckers (er...buyers).
Relevant and a nostalgic must watch....fucking CLASSIC... !! "my trust fund" fuck his trust fund.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWksEJQEYVU
Y U No Booyah
Excellent Mr Banzai
Can someone tell me why anyone gives credence to this discrediited douche Cramer? He should be run out of town on a rail and tarred and feathered.
The head tax attorney for G.E. (lanza) is the only person who could have both caused and can fix dumping tea into the ocean. Cramer is like his cokehead paul revere. (G.E. owns CNBC for the uninitiated, and MSNBC after bill gates bowed out of technology)
That hit me hard. LOL
Cha-ching !!!