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howdy, Zhealots.
rarely does janus dedicate a post on the Hedge; for whensoever dedications are by me undertaken, they are typically not of the laudatory sort (rumor has it janus can be vicious -- and the rumors are true)...but today's events and sentiments have compelled me to break custom and form. i guess i'm going soft in my old age.
sure, i recall decreeing 2015 to be 'the year of hate'; and though my passions have yet to totally abate, the pitch of my ire and indignation have attenuated a bit as we greet autumn's arrival. don't get me wrong, hatred and fury still course through me in waves of highly pressurized acrimony. 'the year of hate' began with janus attempting to launch a new political party premised on slavery...i've pulverized the jews, coons, arabs, catholics, italians, irish, greeks, armenians, turks, jews again, queers, atheists, germans, franks, iberians, chinamen, russians, americans, christians, an extra helping of jew-bashing...oh, and women...who could forget about the third-wave-feminist fatties? so one may naturally ask, 'janus, are you not weary of the hate? can't we all just get along?' and to those wusses i'd like to ask, 'do you think janus a quitter?' after all, i did say a year; and 3 seasons of rage is one too few. even so, i'm starting to chill a little along with the weather.
in that spirit, and due to my affection for a cyber-friend, i'm making an exception today.
WB7, this one's for you:
WildBill, i haven't posted on your thread since i read the note following your father's passing. considering how long we've been at this, i don't think mere condolences are in this instance adequate -- hence the dedication of a full post.
okay, to begin, a song for WB7, Sr.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEep67akIn4
and this one's for you, WildBill:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdMPuMeTxzY
"fathers & sons" is the title of this post; and as regards the gravity of themes common to all of humanity, few of are greater importance.
i began the preamble of this post by recalling my inauguration of this year's christening unto hatred for no mean reason; and the reason is, leading up to my reflections and consideration of the importance of fatherhood, janus has been as mean as a junk-yard-dawg. no, really, i've been radiating some intensely charged vibrations pulsing with sinister malevolence. but i have a good excuse: hunger.
sparing the reader the details is, in some instances, good manners...the reasons my fridge was always empty and gut steadily rumbled through a range of growls are many and varied -- and especially tedious. what's important to note is that i had yet another experience with sustained hunger (my life has included a few bouts of which heretofore), the profound effects it has upon one's psychology (and, for that matter, soul), what behaviors are to be avoided if ever i experience it again and, most importantly, what philosophical/spiritual lessons can be gleaned when the body is weaned from nutrients like, say, protein.
okay, lesson the first: the world (all of it) is in grave danger if i ever go without protein for somewhere around 8 days...and seafood doesn't count as protein -- it's crab season, and i've been out in the bay scooping crabs every other night with a net, long stick and 1100 lumens flashlight (i've become something of a local legend -- something like the davey crockett of buzzard's bay, if he hunted crab instead of bear. my prowess in catching crabs in unsurpassed from here to nantucket. the old men in the bait shop all hush in awe when i stride through the door). we've eaten so many crabs the janus boys never want to see them again. anyway, in addition to crab hunting, i've been working long hours trying to get caught up money-wise.
the thing of it is, food is expensive, and mrs. janus is religious about organic this & that; so much so that she'd rather we starve than eat processed shit and GMO poison...and so we have. well, the kids and wife never really went hungry, there just wasn't very much. with respect to starving, twas mostly janus who bore the brunt of my family's privations. sure, you'd all love to think that it's because i'm noble and such-like...passing up meals so that my kids could have enough -- like a norman rockwell motif. bah! nothing could be further from the truth. i passed up meals so that i could afford to drink a six pack a few nights a week. pissed as i was about being so broke and the circumstances that led to my meager funds, i turned to beer to help me sort things out.
anyway, for whatever reason, it seems i get a tad manic if i am deprived beef for more than a week and try to make up the difference with beer and blue crabs. i start fantasizing about cows in the field -- imagining myself ripping into them in the middle of the pasture. i inspect pedestrians to see if they may be toting grocery bags choc full of prime loin, and timing in my mind the optimal moment to pounce on them and sprint away into the night. it's best if i didn't tell you how bad it gets...let's put it this way: you ZHealots shouldn't worry yourselves one little bit about that cern shit in switzerland and them opening up demonic portals and whatnot; you've got a WAY bigger problem right here in this dimension. you wanna see hell on earth? why, just go ahead and restrict janus from all that is medium rare for a fortnight and you'll hear lucifer simper with fear from five galaxies away.
lesson the second: beer is not an acceptable substitute for beef. what is worse, when you drink under the influence of fury and rage, and then aggrevate the situation with sustained red-meat restriction, the results could be combustible.
having almost made it to the day my overtime paycheck arrived, i ended up blowing it the night before. things came to a crescendo when mrs. janus and i had it out...epic-like.
after finishing off a six-pack on an empty stomach and listening to some angry classic country out in the driveway, janus came swaying into the kitchen, opened the fridge, got angry at the fridge, made some accusations and blistered it with insults, and, finally, when that appliance failed to even attempt an apology or explain itself, my patience was at an end and i rared back and punched it...hard. i didn't leave much of a dent...those things have pretty rigid support. i reckon there were many januses in america's past who saw fit to deck their amana or whirlpool when it seemed appropriate; and then at some point engineers were hired to reinforce the doors and prevent hungry januses from having to explain their dented freezer door to friends & company during happier and more bountiful times.
nevertheless, repeatedly whaling on a fridge is, apparently, more than mrs. janus could take -- "for better or worse", my cracker ass!!!...and so, believe it or not, she has the nerve to come storming out and demand that i stop with the fridge punching. much to mrs. janus' dismay, and thinking the fridge hadn't yet learned its lesson, i snuck in a few more jabs -- just to punctuate my wrath. and this, for some reason, sent mrs. janus into a rage of her own.
things did not go well from there. we called each other lots & lots of names. reminded each other how worthless we are. and basically scared all the crabs all the way back to martha's vineyard.
and that is how i learned the third lesson: never fight a steel-frame fridge with corrigated ridges for reinforcement. not even your wife will take your side!
okay...intermission...here's a new track i recently found. great tune...and, again, WB7, this is your post, so this one's for you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4PAOG83nh8
alright, now to the 'father & son' stuff.
in telling the above anecdotes my intention is not only to laugh at the antics and idiocy, but also because it belies the nature of contrast as it relates to perspective. almost as if i understand myself and what is important in times of severity, but only from the comfort of improved circumstances. i am not cut out to be some yogi subsisting on chic-peas and chanting mantras at waterfalls all day; nor do i wish to be. mine is to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and weather the vicissitudes of alternating states. i like it that way. and some day i expect to test the upper limits of life, now that i've plumbed so low for so long. all the same, and on a relative basis, my mood markedly improved once i got some money and food. it began with a lamb kabob from a greek place...actually, he was cypriot -- greek cypriot...whatever the case, it was delicious.
this was thursday, and still feeling ashamed and woefully sheepish over my behavior the previous evening, i thought it best that i not drink anything at all...not even two (or 3) for my obscenely painful neck malady.
i was feeling better by friday, but still contrite -- and decided i'd not drink again that night, in spite of my inclination to celebrate such a long spell of grief with a six-pack. my improved attitude and moral resolve seemed to please God...as evidence, my first uber pick-up was argentinian. she was twenty. blonde. tiny. flirty. and fresh from the waxing salon. then i picked up these dudes from harvard and teased them about how their university graded-out at around a D-minus in terms of the quality of its co-eds. only to later eat my words and pick up a harvard chic whom i was so into it effected a physical response.
but the most inspiring pick-up was this kid from MIT. he was nepaleese. great guy. perfectly mannered. engaging personality. well spoken. he reminded me so much of my eldest son. this kid, however, lost his dad when he was 10. he is majoring in physics and computer science. he has the attention of some really smart people. i told him that if his dad could see him now, he would literally weep with pride. and something in me knew it was true. he told me that his father loved the life of the mind; and was able to pass it along before he passed. it was a struggle for his mother. something tells me she'll live to see her toils bear fruit in this young man.
so i got to thinking about my eldest son. guys, my first born is special. he's what i call america's 'golden boys'. just great at everything he puts his hand to. gifted in all ways. perfect on the english section of his SAT missed only a single question on the math. handsome. athletic. honorable. decent. loving. deferential. raised in the ancient ways. one of the great and horrible victimizes. but, in spite of his very waspy name and other attributes common among victimizers, i expect he'll be attending just about any school he pleases...so long as it's not harvard.
anyway, despite the fact that saturday was this week's day off, that it was likewise a football saturday, Mississippi State was playing, and i had a steak in the fridge, i figured it best to not drink once again. i told mrs. janus to think of my absteninence as a form of flowers. she was not as impressed as i'd hoped. anyway, i intended to spend the day with the boys, watch football, a movie...just chill and chat and whatnot.
for janus, spending time with my sons is not a chore. i really like them. they're some of the coolest people i've ever known. and so i was really pissed with my eldest when i found out he went with his girlfriend to her parent's lakehouse in winnepesakee. it was for the best, though. my middle needs some tending, counseling, encouraging one-on-one...you know, fathering.
here's the thing, i guess i'm lucky in that none of my kids have any disipline or behavioral issues...ever. they just don't do anything wrong. my eldest is 19 and he's never touched pot, cigs or anything. well, i let him have a beer on his eighteenth birthday. but he didn't really like it. he likes to stay razor-sharp and focused.
back to my middle son...we watched some football. i made my steak; showed him the finer points of a blood-gravy reduction. we then watched "idiocracy". he was forced to admit that it was one of the funniest movies he'd ever seen (my middle son has a particularly keen sense of humor...and in very discriminating with respect to what is and is not funny). we had a great time...and it was a fairly typical night for when we do such things.
then things took a turn for the sublime.
WildBill, i know you -- like janus -- happen to be a chess-nerd. well, you may be pleased to learn that janus #2 informed me that he's been playing chess at school; and that he's been soundly thrashing the competition. none of this surprised me; he is, after all, my seed. what did surprise me was his answer when i asked if he were ready to play me seriously...as in, i would set about to beat him -- like a man. he accepted the challenge. i was impressed with his courage. i taught he and his brother the game when they were about 10...but their game bored me back then. but now things were different. my son is quickly learning how to think and learn...and i've taken note.
it was on.
i didn't take the lad too seriously at first. thought his play too timid and defensive. told him he was playing like a crab.
yawn.
and then, the bastard reached out and pinched me...right in my knight of all places! look, i play a VERY knight-heavy style of chess. this may come as a shock to many of you, but i play an agressive form of chess...and if i'm dismissive of my opponent, i go straight in for the kill.
look, i admit, i got sloppy. while checking everything off, i didn't notice that he'd only moved his interior pawn a single space (twas a small board), and further failed to observe that his bishop was in play. damn it if he did't swing across the whole board and nick my night at the left edge (janus the gentleman was playing black).
losing a knight (without even sacrificing him) is devistating to my strategems. and now it was pay-back time! i started taking it seriously. and as the game progressed, i saw that my son has real acumen for the great game of antiquity. he does play a bit defensively, but with a genuine depth of understanding of what's going on. he can spot advances early, exploit vulnerabilties, mitigate against contingency...he has legitimate potential to be really good.
now, if you are like WildBill and janus, you get a sort of 'high' when your mind is stimulated by a worthy rival on the chessboard. and so it was for the next three hours as we went back and forth.
it's funny...he's still a bit naive...not fully knowing his father's nature. at one point, after i'd executed an elaborate offensive and succeeded in taking his last rook and neutralizing his queen, i sniffed at the air, chuckled and said...i smell blood...game's over. at this point there was still an hour's worth of chess to be played, many men still on the board and both queens, and so he asked me, "how do you know it's over...i still have my queen; and you said that as long as i have my queen, it's never over." i answered and said, "in a certain manner of speaking, you've already lost your queen...you'll see."
he didn't believe me and replied, "what if you make a mistake."
"i won't."
i didn't. i almost felt badly for beating him, because, in that he got really focused when i talked a bit of trash, he played a near flawless game from there out. but it ended with me, the king, bestride my queen, with my son trapped in his own left corner. and even though last night was my first game in fifteen years, i remember some of my matches with decent players...we had some of the best silent conversations there ever were...i look forward to hundreds with janus #2.
here's to your dad, WB7...i have no doubt that he was a grade-A father...and likely no slouch on the chessboard.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnM66YKHYec
some kind of druid-dude/
liftin the veil,
janus
Thank you very much for that enjoyable and thoughtful read.
You are right, my Dad was no slouch at the magnificent game ;-)
WB7 may have some competition. Someone in Russia has produced a 2016 calender of world leaders.
https://z5h64q92x9.net/proxy_u/ru-en.en/politrussia.com/news/sotsseti-vz...
Some of the imagery is very cutting.
My money is on Boehner got caught doing something and he was told to resign or else it would be made public and face the disgraceful forced exit. It had to involved a democrat because if it was with a republican, the deal would not have been made. Maybe something found in the Hillbillie emails? Mossad? Payback for ramming the Iran nuclear deal thru congress? Him and Pelosi sure did look "cumfy" during that kiss on the check session.
They all have NSA files which can be used as needed, if you don't do what they want then either you hjave to resign, get the crap beaten out of you (Reid), or get murdered (long list of names).
what an arrogant megalomaniac that POS is
tom waits whistle down the wind
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpnnMb1WtZM
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"Whistle Down The Wind"
I've grown up here now
All of my life
But I dreamed
Someday I'd go
Where blue eyed girls
And red guitars and
Naked rivers flow
I'm not all I thought I'd be
I always stayed around
I've been as far as Mercy and Grand
Frozen to the ground
I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave
(Just kiss me once and then)
I'll go to hell
I might as well
Be whistlin' down the wind
The bus at the corner
The clock's on the wall
Broken windmill
There's no wind at all
I've yelled and I cursed
If i stay here I'll rust
I'm stuck like a shipwreck
Out here in the dust
Sky is red
And there world's on fire
And the corn is taller than me
The dog is tied
To a wagon of rain
And the road is as wet as the sea
And sometimes the music from a dance
Will carry across the plains
And the places that I'm dreaming of
Do they dream only of me?
There are places where they never sleep
And the circus never ends
So I will take the Marley Bone Coach
And whistle down the wind
Boy, is this funny. This is the best Banzai print.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9kWrB6D0bQ
Tom Waits 1999 VH1 Storytellers 44 min 19 sec
The Speaker fell on his boner and walked away relieved.
Obummer/Obomba entertained the Pope with pork ribs and grilled oysters on Yom Kippur.
Xi returned to China with nothing except a t-shirt that read "Made in China".
Obummer/Obomba advocates for more gun control while ordering drone strikes on hospitals and civilians.
Kim Kardashian's a$$ is even bigger.
Matt Damon is spaced out.
Details at eleven.
No Tears for Barack?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8PjjxJ7v78
There's black guys, white guys, red guys, and yellow guys; then there is the Orange guy - Boner.
Golly, I'll miss that tan...
Good translation on those arabic text.
Jihadi Barry
Upside down flag pin in the Community Organizer in Chief's lapel . . . it's the little details in your work that I treasure Banzai . . .
The flag in left background should also be the Star of David (who's behind ISIS - geddit?)
http://biblehub.com/1_kings/21-19.htm
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Putin Tells Everyone Exactly Who Created ISIS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQuceU3x2Ww
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relinked ...
boner = hamster
Turkey and the US have been bombing Kurdish women fighting ISIS...
http://www.telesurtv.net/english/news/Kurdish-Women-Turning-Kobani-into-...
Here is Carley Fiorina pushing for ww3 and a no fly zone over syria...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=5&v=nXUSBwYqcS8
Problem is the Russians have beaten her to it. The only wildcard I see is Israel with their 5 nuclear armed dolphin class subs. Around here at ZH there is always mention of boating accidents, hopefully there will be 5 of them very soon.
http://www.freecriticalthinking.org/daily-pickings/1479-turkey-syria-and...
James Corbett and Sibel Edmonds discuss why the Kurds are pivotal to the conflict across the Middle East and the contradictions in the various alliances.
There is little doubt that ISIS is the creation of US, UK and Israel, aided and abetted by other NATO countries including Turkey which seeks to crush the Kurds. So while media hysteria suggests Islamic State (IS, ISIS, ISIL etc.) is the biggest threat to western civilisation, it obscures the overriding motivations of individual states: the US/NATO want to overthrow Bashar Assad in Syria, initially by using ISIS as a proxy force but more recently by overt military action (air strikes) within Syrian borders under the pretext of bombing ISIS; Turkey is working to suppress/eliminate Kurds in Turkey, again under the pretext of attacking ISIS; while Israel is "joining forces" with all sides to foment chaos across the region. In spite of these efforts, Syria is holding on and the Kurdish PKK has been the most effective force against ISIS to date.
The struggle of the Kurdish people is our struggle, for freedom and autonomy. We'd do well not to ignore their plight because they offer a spark of hope for us all. Until all people are free, none of us are free.
Medical Care Under Fire
https://flipboard.com/@msfusa/medical-care-under-fire-aa78l1cuy
Boner was one of the lamest Repugnicans I have ever seen; failed to prevent most of the Kenyans legislations and "Botox" Piglosi and "Black-eyed" Reed stepped all over him.
If I worked for the government I'd be all in favor of a shutdown. The last time it shut down, all government employees ended up getting their back pay. Thus two weeks added paid vacation. Can't beat that now can you unless its three weeks this time.
LOL, like a fine wine you are William...
There are plenty more stooges left in Congress. Barry asked ISIS to meet him at the bathhouse.
NRBQ (TARRQ) plays Three Stooges Marathon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFqJ5DjEmlQ
Can't you give Barry a fiddle to play while the world burns?
The hood’s on the wrong guy…
I REALLY dislike looking at that arrogant twat!
Fuc, now I gotta unvisualize Barry...with a twat
america has become-is not is-just an occupied offshoot of some
mutant old european delusions as that/they intersects
with experimental drugs and failed technology. is that
legislation and resulting law, is it blood itself?
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Was Not Was - I Feel Better Than James Brown
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TxHInkyNpg
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Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992) [FULL ALBUM] .wmv
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nq-WDW7Sm8
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i have noticed that if it were not for lying
and bullshit there would be nothing left of
the media or the official government pronouncements,
i can only imagine that this is
problematic for the youth and other concerned
people/s.
"steve jaubert 4 months ago
Tom Waits is like a third eye that grows in your head and you wonder how you did without it.
"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nq-WDW7Sm8
i was laughing before i opened it
Put an orange Jumpsuit on that slimeball and cut his fuxxing head off.
To good for that corrupt shit packer.
nobody got more out of the speakers resignation than this guy. the move was done to prevent a debt ceiling showdown, not there is still the continuing resolution but the new speaker will take care of that too. so boehner fell on his sword, now how about you mr president? but the guy in the black mask is asking potus if he will send them money to fight the russians and chinese. sure why not. boy i miss boehner too
He did not fall on any sword. He did as his script dictated. The whole thing is to perpetuate an illusion.
I feel my Boehner going soft from so much weeping.
The weeping cheeto.
Read that on zh a while back. Could be the best nickname ever.