it's tempting to chat politics, what with all the political chatter echoing about. but janus has learned a lesson about over-doing it; and insofar as i've lately been savagely flaying politicians, i don't want to take a chance with over-doing it for as long as i can contain myself (we've got lots of politicin to go before these vermin even decamp to their caucuses) -- and containment is a difficult thing for the man of grotesque appetites. so i'm fasting; and even though i've got an angry hankerin for yet another pound of ripened political swine-flesh, and WB's done a dandy of a job with this-here rendering of its fat, i think i'll pass and instead start this polemic with a lesson on swine-flesh that was informed by cod liver oil (and there may be a stray tangent connecting it back to swine-flesh...we'll see).
almost every dietary supplement comes with a caution...something to this effect: "consult your physician -- blah, blah, blah." who bothers to read this shit? i mean, really? cod liver oil...it's a product of mother nature, and there is therefore no need to consider the concept of excess. i'll cut to the chase: one should never-ever consume half a bottle of cod liver oil when half-cocked, no matter if a little had in times prior yielded some noticeable benefit when sober. you bitchez familiar with the phrase, "too much of a good thing?" i thought so! it's often true; and particularly true of cod liver oil. in fact, i'll go so far as to say we should classify it in the same category as heroin and crack cocaine...it's a goddam menace.
okay, i will avoid the temptation to delineate the excruciating features this cod devil oil effected in janus' bowels...suffice it to say, every ZHealot would be wise to follow the recommended dosage when it comes to cod liver oil and all dietary supplements.
but there was a strange upside...the trauma induced by the cod liver oil overdose entailed a sorta purgative action. i don't mean to whimper, but all the driving i've done over the years has pierced my neck with a pain that is at times so intolerable i feel like downing a whole bottle of cod liver oil and throwing every other caution to the wind; and so it was that my improvident guzzling of cod liver oil on top of a twelve-pack somehow pried my neck loose of its torment and soothed the noggin long enough to laugh at myself.
in acknowledgement of my good fortune, i thought it meet to celebrate the loosey-goosey and newly limber neck region with some grand over-doing it.
you ZHealots know janus...always hither and thither solving problems, righting wrongs, sifting wheat & chaff, separating sheep & goats -- that sorta thing. and so it was that i resolved myself to the concept of excess with respect to problem solving.
it came to pass this past evening that janus mounted his prius and set-off to straighten the world out and rectify some shit; moreover, to do it with an unmistakable verve and memorable panache.
the first problem was spotted heading east on rt. 6, just west of mashpee, cape cod. i'll describe the victim as young, hot, misguided, brunette, prius-driver, hot, early-twenties, hot, probably ovulating, big-time into advocacy and in desperate need of a vigorous fuck. anyway, her prius had this forlorn sticker affixed to its bumper, "save the whales!!!"
i passed and gave her the 'thumbs up'.
not 12 hours later and janus can confidently say that all the whales are both saved and, most especially, contented. if you thought i'd stop at simple salvation, you have no idea how far i'm willing to go...after all, what good is salvation without contentedness? even for something so small as a whale.
next thing i see is an untended fire. janus decided to park at the JFK memorial in hyannis, and whilst strolling about its promenade i was shocked to discover a flickering threat dance with insolence amidst the stone-work. i tell you what, it was tough to extinguish -- i had to stack activists like chord-wood atop it before it was finally smothered...almost as if it were an eternal flame or something. fuck that shit! no way in hell i'm gonna let that blaze spread and burn down all of new england. i expect that tens of thousands of spotted owls will thank me for saving them from a fiery bar-b-que a-la some masshole's careless failure to seal a gas-leak and open fire. and this is what passes for union work? bah!
then i make it to chatham and find its kindly citizens sunk in the funk of a collective pout...down in the mouth is all you can say for the good folk of our peninsula's elbow. seems some great-white sharks had been gobbling up its denizens. some 42,000 chathamites in the last 7 hours devoured by these ghastly chondrichthyeses -- a new record. "time for action!", janus shouted. and the chathamites all cheered. i called my stratagem, 'the revenge of the mammals'; and it worked!
conspiring with both the seals and the killer-whales, i contrived a deadly ruse for these simple-minded predators. janus led a flock of amiable seals out deep into the north atlantic, and, predictably, the hapless great-whites followed them slobbering like pavlov's dogs...and just when these beasts start circling, BANG!, in swims a pod of ferocious killer-whales hungry for revenge and shark-fin soup. which, not coincidentally, is how i saved all those whales from immanent starvation. the seals were rewarded with the activists i roasted to snuff out that public hazard in hyannis. all in a day's work? hardly.
janus doesn't know the meaning of the word 'excess' (actually, he does; it's just a figure of speech), and that goes double for a day's work. seeing how all the civilized mammals were safe and contented, i set my gaze to greater heights...that is to say, i set my mind on this notion of 'solutions' for america and the world writ-large.
not 5 hours later and i'm happy to say that i have all of them (solutions, that is), and they're tasty as bacon-wrapped, ham-stuffed pork-chops { https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tsdmqhn50uM }...but i learned my lesson with the cod liver oil; and so i won't over-do it and will instead save my solutions for a rainy day. in the meantime, i'll let the swine in DC engorge at the trough a little longer...fatten them before the feast after my fast -- exactly like it says in The Bible concerning pharoah and such-like.
naturally, and without further delay, here is Bob Dylan's "rainy day women nos. 12 & 35":
Back in the day, on Terminal Island, Port Of Long Beach, California, there was a dragstrip (a raceway). One car dominated this place. It was a Volkswagen Beetle, with a SCAT 2,180 CC motor, twin-tubocharged and equipped with Nitrous Oxide injection. It's 'wheelie bars' extended 8 feet beyond the back, and it routinely beat ALL comers.
It was named 'The Little Giant Killer'.
It was the same location that held the original 'crash tests' (done in black and white, back in the late 1950's/early 1960's) that every schoolchild had to watch before getting a 'drivers' license'. IN FACT, a WHOLE SERIES OF TELEVISION COMMERCIALS from the NHTSA featured these 'crash dummies' as a part of the newest 'Buckle Up' public service announcements (if anyone remembers these).
This was in the open area occupied by the eastern downward slope of the Vincent Thomas Bridge, on the road to Long Beach (actually, NOT on Terminal Island). The Henry Ford plant wasn't there. It was under the landward side of the Henry Ford Avenue/Terminal Island Freeway bridge (where the car chase scene at the end of 'The Terminator' was filmed), about 12 statute miles to the west. Arnold is driving a Ford Courier/Mazda B2000/whateverthefuck, and he says 'this is the vehicle's maximum velocity' or some shit...
I'm SURE that the wife of a CHICOM PLA supporter could manage to escape via the Long Beach Naval Shipyards (that her husband sold to the COSCO side when he took office in 1991). HER $6,000.00 haircut PALES IN COMPARISON to HIS (when he shut down LAX, three weeks after taking office).
pardon me, WB is far to nice a person. allow janus to respond in his stead:
Q: "WB: Is THIS 'TMI'?"
A: it wouldn't be if you had a point. and as i sort thorough that jumbled oleo of bric-a-brac, it occurs to me that if only you'd bothered to list every commercial and describe them each, this would've perhaps qualified as the worst spent 3 minutes of my entire life.
please don't respond by cataloging your medicine cabinet's contents.
p.s. whatever you're doing in life, change it...'this' isn't working.
Good to see you back! I haven't seen you in a while!
WB's still doing his stuff (thank the lucky stars, or God, or whatever), and the shit is about to hit the fan, but once in a while, it's good to see an old friend (if I may be allowed to call you that).
Billary is, of course, the purple-haired 'kindergarten-freakster'...
Disney (T.M.) Eisner movies are SO UPLIFTING and EDIFYING to the 'younger generation'!
I watched the link. It reminded me of the movie 'Hook' and the scenes from the revealing of the 'lost boys'.
The PLA's new DF-5B ICBM sems to have an ultimate range that can hit any target on the Earth (15,000 kliks). Carries 6 MIRV warheads, as well. Shitlery's husband Billary made sure that targeting tech was available to the PLA (through LORAL, way back in the 1990's).
Stealing apples and 'mucking about' won't matter much in the markets that the purple-haired freak inhabits, when the big players decide to pre-emptively strike, I guess. Of course, (S)Hitlery Rodham has a secured and pre-planned place somewhere in the D.U.M.B. catacombs.
I was looking for the El'Al markings on the 757/747 that the Trumpster and Soetoro seem to be flying in on, in their offal 'handing off of the torch'. I suppose that THIS subject might be a little too 'Renseyan' for Mr. 7. A collaboration with David Dees might do Mr. Banzai well (in the long run)...
An 'FBW' is requested, but NOT REQUIRED. William Banzai Seven plays by the 'rules' (as bad as they are).
Vomiting; blowing chunks, or otherwise snorting the contents of coffee cups or shot glasses on your keyboard is NOT considered a 'terrorist strike' by MI6 or DHS or NSA. They call this 'self-terrorism' (an act that is vile and rude, but STILL not an 'ill eagle').
For further information, see the Codified Rulebooks of Janet Napolitano, Eric Holder, or your local FEMA coordinator.
CONGRESS is NOW coordinating with your state and local legislatures to REQUIRE manditory 'FBW' warnings on ALL internet postings (a part of the 'Internet Freedom Act of 2015'). If you want to help enact this law (which will protect keyboards everywhere), click the 'DONATE' button (on the upper righthand screen).
This tragedy of FBW spewing on keyboards around the world has to STOP, NOW!
Try mishandling top secret classified information, delivering full-auto rifles (used to murder border agents) to drug cartels or sneaking into another cuntry with no passport or visa and see what happens.
I know super spy types are good at meta, but for the rest of us, we really don't want US-SOS/US-POTUS rolling with a slackware email server. Maybe Hillary and Timmay could team up and just work on tax stuff? think of the junior kids in the game.
Trump matches up well against Obama, Trump is a businessman which raises the agrument above the racial level, which Obama uses to intimidate his opponents. Trump will say, first off I dont care what color you are, you arent a good president. I would love to see these two debate, and a candidate runs against the record of the encumbent. whats Obamas real weakness, Immigration
HC is the favorite, she comes from the party in power in the WH, so you run against the encumbent. Trump is smart, he went after McCain, one of the last two republicans to run for potus. (romney has no profile) soon he attacks Obama, this is the why in Immigration, Obamas weakest position, including Fast and Furious. he has to force Hillary to either defend the potus or break with him (when it comes to the presidents coat tails you cant have it both ways)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=3184&v=YM_MH_Bfq5c
The Travails of Empire
Centre for International Governance Innovation
it's tempting to chat politics, what with all the political chatter echoing about. but janus has learned a lesson about over-doing it; and insofar as i've lately been savagely flaying politicians, i don't want to take a chance with over-doing it for as long as i can contain myself (we've got lots of politicin to go before these vermin even decamp to their caucuses) -- and containment is a difficult thing for the man of grotesque appetites. so i'm fasting; and even though i've got an angry hankerin for yet another pound of ripened political swine-flesh, and WB's done a dandy of a job with this-here rendering of its fat, i think i'll pass and instead start this polemic with a lesson on swine-flesh that was informed by cod liver oil (and there may be a stray tangent connecting it back to swine-flesh...we'll see).
almost every dietary supplement comes with a caution...something to this effect: "consult your physician -- blah, blah, blah." who bothers to read this shit? i mean, really? cod liver oil...it's a product of mother nature, and there is therefore no need to consider the concept of excess. i'll cut to the chase: one should never-ever consume half a bottle of cod liver oil when half-cocked, no matter if a little had in times prior yielded some noticeable benefit when sober. you bitchez familiar with the phrase, "too much of a good thing?" i thought so! it's often true; and particularly true of cod liver oil. in fact, i'll go so far as to say we should classify it in the same category as heroin and crack cocaine...it's a goddam menace.
okay, i will avoid the temptation to delineate the excruciating features this cod devil oil effected in janus' bowels...suffice it to say, every ZHealot would be wise to follow the recommended dosage when it comes to cod liver oil and all dietary supplements.
but there was a strange upside...the trauma induced by the cod liver oil overdose entailed a sorta purgative action. i don't mean to whimper, but all the driving i've done over the years has pierced my neck with a pain that is at times so intolerable i feel like downing a whole bottle of cod liver oil and throwing every other caution to the wind; and so it was that my improvident guzzling of cod liver oil on top of a twelve-pack somehow pried my neck loose of its torment and soothed the noggin long enough to laugh at myself.
in acknowledgement of my good fortune, i thought it meet to celebrate the loosey-goosey and newly limber neck region with some grand over-doing it.
you ZHealots know janus...always hither and thither solving problems, righting wrongs, sifting wheat & chaff, separating sheep & goats -- that sorta thing. and so it was that i resolved myself to the concept of excess with respect to problem solving.
it came to pass this past evening that janus mounted his prius and set-off to straighten the world out and rectify some shit; moreover, to do it with an unmistakable verve and memorable panache.
the first problem was spotted heading east on rt. 6, just west of mashpee, cape cod. i'll describe the victim as young, hot, misguided, brunette, prius-driver, hot, early-twenties, hot, probably ovulating, big-time into advocacy and in desperate need of a vigorous fuck. anyway, her prius had this forlorn sticker affixed to its bumper, "save the whales!!!"
i passed and gave her the 'thumbs up'.
not 12 hours later and janus can confidently say that all the whales are both saved and, most especially, contented. if you thought i'd stop at simple salvation, you have no idea how far i'm willing to go...after all, what good is salvation without contentedness? even for something so small as a whale.
next thing i see is an untended fire. janus decided to park at the JFK memorial in hyannis, and whilst strolling about its promenade i was shocked to discover a flickering threat dance with insolence amidst the stone-work. i tell you what, it was tough to extinguish -- i had to stack activists like chord-wood atop it before it was finally smothered...almost as if it were an eternal flame or something. fuck that shit! no way in hell i'm gonna let that blaze spread and burn down all of new england. i expect that tens of thousands of spotted owls will thank me for saving them from a fiery bar-b-que a-la some masshole's careless failure to seal a gas-leak and open fire. and this is what passes for union work? bah!
then i make it to chatham and find its kindly citizens sunk in the funk of a collective pout...down in the mouth is all you can say for the good folk of our peninsula's elbow. seems some great-white sharks had been gobbling up its denizens. some 42,000 chathamites in the last 7 hours devoured by these ghastly chondrichthyeses -- a new record. "time for action!", janus shouted. and the chathamites all cheered. i called my stratagem, 'the revenge of the mammals'; and it worked!
conspiring with both the seals and the killer-whales, i contrived a deadly ruse for these simple-minded predators. janus led a flock of amiable seals out deep into the north atlantic, and, predictably, the hapless great-whites followed them slobbering like pavlov's dogs...and just when these beasts start circling, BANG!, in swims a pod of ferocious killer-whales hungry for revenge and shark-fin soup. which, not coincidentally, is how i saved all those whales from immanent starvation. the seals were rewarded with the activists i roasted to snuff out that public hazard in hyannis. all in a day's work? hardly.
janus doesn't know the meaning of the word 'excess' (actually, he does; it's just a figure of speech), and that goes double for a day's work. seeing how all the civilized mammals were safe and contented, i set my gaze to greater heights...that is to say, i set my mind on this notion of 'solutions' for america and the world writ-large.
not 5 hours later and i'm happy to say that i have all of them (solutions, that is), and they're tasty as bacon-wrapped, ham-stuffed pork-chops { https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tsdmqhn50uM }...but i learned my lesson with the cod liver oil; and so i won't over-do it and will instead save my solutions for a rainy day. in the meantime, i'll let the swine in DC engorge at the trough a little longer...fatten them before the feast after my fast -- exactly like it says in The Bible concerning pharoah and such-like.
naturally, and without further delay, here is Bob Dylan's "rainy day women nos. 12 & 35":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Mk18aPydAU
here's another tune as the sun starts to peak through and tint the inky sea to a noble purple:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdp5GG4TKWg
dedicated to the swine in DC:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mEfDSP4g_U
i think you're crazy...,
janus
Back in the day, on Terminal Island, Port Of Long Beach, California, there was a dragstrip (a raceway). One car dominated this place. It was a Volkswagen Beetle, with a SCAT 2,180 CC motor, twin-tubocharged and equipped with Nitrous Oxide injection. It's 'wheelie bars' extended 8 feet beyond the back, and it routinely beat ALL comers.
It was named 'The Little Giant Killer'.
It was the same location that held the original 'crash tests' (done in black and white, back in the late 1950's/early 1960's) that every schoolchild had to watch before getting a 'drivers' license'. IN FACT, a WHOLE SERIES OF TELEVISION COMMERCIALS from the NHTSA featured these 'crash dummies' as a part of the newest 'Buckle Up' public service announcements (if anyone remembers these).
This was in the open area occupied by the eastern downward slope of the Vincent Thomas Bridge, on the road to Long Beach (actually, NOT on Terminal Island). The Henry Ford plant wasn't there. It was under the landward side of the Henry Ford Avenue/Terminal Island Freeway bridge (where the car chase scene at the end of 'The Terminator' was filmed), about 12 statute miles to the west. Arnold is driving a Ford Courier/Mazda B2000/whateverthefuck, and he says 'this is the vehicle's maximum velocity' or some shit...
I'm SURE that the wife of a CHICOM PLA supporter could manage to escape via the Long Beach Naval Shipyards (that her husband sold to the COSCO side when he took office in 1991). HER $6,000.00 haircut PALES IN COMPARISON to HIS (when he shut down LAX, three weeks after taking office).
WB: Is THIS 'TMI'?
pardon me, WB is far to nice a person. allow janus to respond in his stead:
Q: "WB: Is THIS 'TMI'?"
A: it wouldn't be if you had a point. and as i sort thorough that jumbled oleo of bric-a-brac, it occurs to me that if only you'd bothered to list every commercial and describe them each, this would've perhaps qualified as the worst spent 3 minutes of my entire life.
please don't respond by cataloging your medicine cabinet's contents.
p.s. whatever you're doing in life, change it...'this' isn't working.
luv,
janus
toupee or not toupee, My name is Donald and I'm running for president!....
He was pictured over the weekend wearing a red baseball cap, which could win it for him.
In war-weary STL, the red cap would be a winner. Also, orange jump-pants suit is a classic.
Hillary is jumping tandem.
And when the hell is somebody going to teach the CinC how to properly hand salute? It is an insult to anyone who ever served. Cut that sobs thumb off.
"And when the hell is somebody going to teach the CinC how to properly hand salute?"
Its not a salute, he trying to hide so he doesn't have to look him in the eye.
Descendants Cast - Rotten to the Core (From "Descendants")
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGlLe1w3DJM (2:50)
Good to see you back! I haven't seen you in a while!
WB's still doing his stuff (thank the lucky stars, or God, or whatever), and the shit is about to hit the fan, but once in a while, it's good to see an old friend (if I may be allowed to call you that).
Billary is, of course, the purple-haired 'kindergarten-freakster'...
Disney (T.M.) Eisner movies are SO UPLIFTING and EDIFYING to the 'younger generation'!
I watched the link. It reminded me of the movie 'Hook' and the scenes from the revealing of the 'lost boys'.
The PLA's new DF-5B ICBM sems to have an ultimate range that can hit any target on the Earth (15,000 kliks). Carries 6 MIRV warheads, as well. Shitlery's husband Billary made sure that targeting tech was available to the PLA (through LORAL, way back in the 1990's).
http://www.wantchinatimes.com/news-subclass-cnt.aspx?id=20150816000155&c...
Stealing apples and 'mucking about' won't matter much in the markets that the purple-haired freak inhabits, when the big players decide to pre-emptively strike, I guess. Of course, (S)Hitlery Rodham has a secured and pre-planned place somewhere in the D.U.M.B. catacombs.
I was looking for the El'Al markings on the 757/747 that the Trumpster and Soetoro seem to be flying in on, in their offal 'handing off of the torch'. I suppose that THIS subject might be a little too 'Renseyan' for Mr. 7. A collaboration with David Dees might do Mr. Banzai well (in the long run)...
A song for YOU, babe:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcbAibPA2yY
Faith, Hope, and Love...
I love the toupee on the plane.
The vulture is landing.
Thats one small step for the patronage system, one giant leap for crony oligarchs.
WB7, aren't you supposed to display a "food 'n beverage warning" before displaying likenesses of Hitlery Rotten and the Kenyan Usurper?
An 'FBW' is requested, but NOT REQUIRED. William Banzai Seven plays by the 'rules' (as bad as they are).
Vomiting; blowing chunks, or otherwise snorting the contents of coffee cups or shot glasses on your keyboard is NOT considered a 'terrorist strike' by MI6 or DHS or NSA. They call this 'self-terrorism' (an act that is vile and rude, but STILL not an 'ill eagle').
For further information, see the Codified Rulebooks of Janet Napolitano, Eric Holder, or your local FEMA coordinator.
CONGRESS is NOW coordinating with your state and local legislatures to REQUIRE manditory 'FBW' warnings on ALL internet postings (a part of the 'Internet Freedom Act of 2015'). If you want to help enact this law (which will protect keyboards everywhere), click the 'DONATE' button (on the upper righthand screen).
This tragedy of FBW spewing on keyboards around the world has to STOP, NOW!
WAIT! Is that SHITLERY falling from the sky?...
Everyone knows there are at least three Justice systems in America. One for Republicans, one for democrats, and one for everyone else
It's called "just us."
Try mishandling top secret classified information, delivering full-auto rifles (used to murder border agents) to drug cartels or sneaking into another cuntry with no passport or visa and see what happens.
What about the 'white shoe bois'?
(Hat tip to Gerald Celente, who coined the phrase 'just us')
Amen, brother!
I know super spy types are good at meta, but for the rest of us, we really don't want US-SOS/US-POTUS rolling with a slackware email server. Maybe Hillary and Timmay could team up and just work on tax stuff? think of the junior kids in the game.
Trump matches up well against Obama, Trump is a businessman which raises the agrument above the racial level, which Obama uses to intimidate his opponents. Trump will say, first off I dont care what color you are, you arent a good president. I would love to see these two debate, and a candidate runs against the record of the encumbent. whats Obamas real weakness, Immigration
What are you talking about? Obama?
You may not know this, but the manchurian cannot run for Prez again.
HC is the favorite, she comes from the party in power in the WH, so you run against the encumbent. Trump is smart, he went after McCain, one of the last two republicans to run for potus. (romney has no profile) soon he attacks Obama, this is the why in Immigration, Obamas weakest position, including Fast and Furious. he has to force Hillary to either defend the potus or break with him (when it comes to the presidents coat tails you cant have it both ways)
Made my day again, William.
When something was a long way off, the old timers would say it was a "fur piece."
How right they were;)
JC WB WTF!?
Hillary arriving at Terminal Island to tear down the doors and save all the prisoners?
If Hillrey ever gets arrested msm will tell us she's on vacation.
If... never going to happen. bet the farm
Edit: people will die trying
She's just resting.
My way of joking is to tell the truth. That's the funniest joke in the world.
-- Muhammad Ali
fly the friendly skies, trump hairlines
soon to be hairforce 1
Bingo!
WB,
Orange is my favorite color. If she wears a jumpsuit in that color for the rest of her life, I may have to choose another.
Orange is the new black . . . Perfect choice for a Banzai masterpiece.
hairforce 1
Goddamn, I spit coffee when I read that!
i nose-shot bourbon onto my monitor just typing it
I've finally remembered what Trump's hair reminds me of.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jrg0X9H6FGU
Just another example of how dangerous hair can be. Kids, don't do this at home.
That was a hell of a thing! :-D
A band from Finland with curly shoes does Sweet Home Alabama...with a Red Army choir LOL!
That video represents what is now classified as an uneventful, rather normal day - in the life of every American citizen.
It should have a name, that thing.
i saw those guys back in 93? in Helsinki, great times
Trump is a great Merkin.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merkin
For those too young to remember how LBJ was always calling people good Merkin's.
Nice orange duds,, correctional pants suit?
Thank God they hide the cankles.