Imagine…Just you and your mouse, and maybe a pad, assuming you are above the high water mark on your sub-prime mortgage, pitted against three other unemployed’s; Howard Stern, John Edwards, and (Not A Prince – see #13) Frederic Anhalt, squirming along and prodded to simply answer a question by your host Larry Craig! What Fun! Some Fathers/Wannabes and the games they play are so overated!
Howard Stern, Larry Craig, John Edwards, and Frederic Anhalt - Players, All!
ANEMIC ROYALTY
SUMMER READING IS COMING
Anyhow, I’m over at Amazon.com on on a book buying bender, as I am oft to do, (not – I usually borrow or steal) and I bump into A Dick by Fiona Giles, digester of fifty penis-envy anecdotes like; “what would you do if you had one?” as told by all types of “in-the-know” women folk.
"What's a Dick for? ...Exactly, I say!"
At $25, Dick was out of my reach in hard back, and I was still not stimulated at $19 for the soft covered Dick. Amazon is good though, and reminded me that I could get Dick, wrapped as a gift for no additional charge. Still, I did not bite on Dick. Goading my sense of loss, I was informed used Dick’s were available starting unbelievably small at only $.03 a unit, and I guess at this price, a Dick that has only been had for a day might be a worthy summer pass time. The pre-owned condition notwithstanding, I whipped-out my credit card and popped, and if you wish, I’ll loan you my Dick when done.
~ X anemi
Over in the UK, 31 July is National Orgasm Day. Here it is, and I celebrate, I suppose, in knowing how far I’ve come, erstwhile yet, realizing there is much to do about a broad.
~ anemi
“So Anemi, you’re so cheeky, do tell us your plans for NOD! Are you going to a party, the NOD parade, the Nodworks display, what?”
“Oh, I dunno. I haven’t a bean to wear, and BK is feeling a wee unmighty, so I may just lie low and pack it in with a mate or two, grill a tuber, and catch the festivities on the boobie.”
Do you ever wonder the origin of old sayings like “barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen?” I’m betting I solved this one:
“Sexual passion is the driving force in life in a partnership of equals. Men desire physical gratification; female fulfillment is enhanced by home and children. Out of that mix comes orgasm.”
Rev Herbert Gray, a founder of the Marriage Guidance Council, 1938
ANEMIC ROYALTY
“Want to learn more about rearing, a family, or STD’s? Keep it up with the unprotected sex. That’ll do it, heY!”
YOUR VOTE COUNTS:
OK OK, I’ve decided to hold the first annual Anemic Royalty Cute Baby Contest, and after careful consideration, have narrowed it down to two:
It’s a toss between Michael Jackson holding his son, covered with a towel, from a third floor balcony at the Hotel Adlon in Berlin, November 19, 2002, or, Pope Benedict XVI riding shotgun in the “Holy Roller” at the World Youth Day shindig at Randwick horse racing track in Sydney, Australia earlier today. Hmm…
~ Anemi
USE IT, OR LOSE IT…
So, former Senator, and erstwhile economic Czar to John McCain, Phil Gramm is “in dutch” for saying this about Americans:
“We have sort of, become a nation of whiners. You just hear this constant whining…”
John “I feel your pain” McCain, the presumptuous (sic) Republican presidential nominee, scared he won’t live long enough to covet the White House, immediately goes dutch-candy-tail, and attempts to distance himself by asserting; “Phil doesn’t speak for me.” Well…why not?
John and other critics are missing something here. Phil was close, but blew it when he said; “sort of, become.” Huh? America was founded by whiners, and for centuries now, whining has made it the “in” place to live, and let me explain. I mean, what do you think the Pilgrims were up to back in the 1600′s? Whining, of course. Whining for religious freedom from the Church of England. Feeling strongly about it, they whined their way out of England and wound up re-locating to the Netherlands, until “issues” caused them to re-whine a long, full ten years later, and then take their act to America.
History shows us, and the Pilgrims wrote to all, that life was tough in the Netherlands. They spent dry their savings withdrawn from the Bank of England, couldn’t find “suitable” employment, had “trouble” learning the Dutch language, and knew there was a big problem when all the young Pilgrims decided to bolt back to England for a better gig, leaving the old broke Pilgrims to fend for themselves.
The Pilgrims even whined about moving to America with all it’s uncertainties. (They almost moved to Guiana, but their English investors and business partners sold them on America instead). Stories had come back from America about failed colonies. There were fears that the native people would be violent, that there would be no source of food or water, that exposure to unknown diseases was possible, and that travel by sea was always hazardous. Anyhow, after some particularly unscrupulous business deals, lies, and high-seas hanky-panky, the Pilgrims made it to America in 1620, albeit, in the wrong place.
Fast-forward to the 1780s after the American Revolutionary War, necessitated because whining was not working fast enough to get a divorce from the English Monarchy. You would think winning the war would be enough to make all Americans happy, but nope. In effort to “incorporate” the new America, there was vehement whining between the “Federalists,” such as Alexander Hamilton who favored a strong federal government, and the “Anti-Federalists,” such as Thomas Jefferson and Patrick Henry who favored a weaker federal government. Go figure.
Patrick Henry, famously saying; “Give me liberty or give me death,” really meant, “I have a right to whine, hear me roar.” (Think “Freedom of Screech, er, Speech” here). and so was born the Bill of Rights and protections of the First Amendment of the Constitution, ratified in 1791.
Clearly, “the right to whine” is our most important, greasing the skids for 26 other, not to be over-shadowed Amendments, or rights. Nobody will dispute that America would not be great without the First Amendment, although caution, and sometimes discretion, is advised in exercising it judiciously. In example, speaking last Sunday, the Rev. Jesse Jackson said he wanted to “cut his [Barack Obama's] nuts out” and he accused the fellow Chicagoan of “talking down to black folks” on numerous issues and social concerns, including responsible fatherhood. Ouch! Talk about things that could make you whine!
Now, I don’t think anybody believes that Jesse will follow-through with his threat to Barack’s “family jewels,” but, it should be remembered that statements far more “civil,” have landed quite a few, including Jesse, in places much worse than than being “in dutch,” like the Pilgrims.
Everybody recalls where they were in the 1970′s when Peter Finch famously whined from an open window of his Manhattan co-op in the movie “Network;” “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore,” and likewise in the 1980′s with the equally riveting lesson of Michael Douglas in “Wall Street,” eloquently reminding a room full of whiners that “Greed is good.”
Look, whining gets things done in America. It’s practice is never “manly” or pretty, but where’s the beauty in pain and suffering? There is not a single homeless person that hasn’t seen a better day some place else, and our pot-holed streets are getting crowded with 1 out of 500 families now (and growing) in some stage of foreclosure. If this is you, take comfort in knowing the good news is that getting run-over by a Prius is far less painful than by a Hummer. (And the Pilgrims thought they had it tough because they wouldn’t learn to speak Dutch).
I’m strongly in favor of whining, the “oil” which keeps America rolling. If it weren’t for “squeaking wheels,” Norm Larsen wouldn’t have realized his “American Dream” with the invention of WD-40 in the 1950′s, the same goo that actually enabled flight of our ICBM defense system and journeys to the moon. Whining got us Franklin Roosevelt’s “New Deal” in the 1930′s, and Lyndon Johnson’s “Great Society” of the 1960′s.
The real problem with America today is not whining, it’s that we’re not whining constructively enough. A case to consider, but let me first preface by saying I am no fan of either John McCain or Barack Obama. It doesn’t matter whether you call “it” (<<see Bill Clinton for definition of “it”) a recession, we’ve got some very serious money problems, causing all flavors of other problems, and no Norm Larsen, no “WD-40″ to turn to.
Pretend for a moment that you are a troubled business owner interviewing applicants for that accounting position, and some “John” waddles in and tells you; “I don’t really understand economics.” …Oh… Or, here comes “Barry,” the hot-shot candidate you’re considering for your HR problems, who lies to you about his people skills by saying, “I can no more disown him (Rev. Dr. Wright) than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother.” …My…
“Change” is already here for a bunch of folks, and it’s not all good. Live with it, or do something about it with a collective and concerted whine for the better. The Beastie Boys tried to convey this message over twenty years ago through song; “(You Gotta) Fight (Whine) sic for Your Right (to Party!)” …and drive the car of your choice, lose yourself in a McMansion, eat corn, and get a paycheck every once in a while…
BEASTIE BOYS ~ “FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT”
ANEMIC ROYALTY
JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO COME OUT AND VOTE…
“Denizen McCain” is the upcoming drama to be staged by the Republican National Committee September 1 – 8, 2008 at the Xcel Energy Center in Minneapolis-St. Paul, Minnesota. The story promises to unveil the life of John Sidney McCain, III, born in 1936, a man whose public career has been lived of idealistic social service, and promises not to gradually evolve into a ruthless pursuit of power. Voted the Republican Presidential nominee principally through dismal historical flashbacks, the saga continues as the world tries to solve the mystery of; “where’s the oil, bud?”
~ Anemi
CITIZEN KANE ~ THEATRICAL TRAILER ~ 1941
BACK TO THE FUTURE…
WISH I COULD VOTE…
Have an amazing week, heY!
~ X anemi
“Many thousands of Americans losing their jobs, rendering families as statistics while they are evicted from their homes. Many find themselves without shelter and nowhere to turn but charities and the promise of government aid.” ~ December, 1929.
“WELCOME TO THE OCCUPATION” R.E.M.
LYRICS:
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Hang your collar up inside
Hang your dollar on me
Listen to the water still
Listen to the causeway
You are mad and educated
Primitive and wild
Welcome to the occupation
Here we stand and here we fight
All your fallen heroes
Held and dyed and skinned alive
Listen to the Congress fire
Offering the educated
Primitive and loyal
Welcome to the occupation
Hang your collar up inside
Hang your freedom higher
Listen to the buyer still
Listen to the Congress
Where we propagate confusion
Primitive and wild
Fire on the hemisphere below
Sugar cane and coffee cup
Copper, steel and cattle
An annotated history
The forest for the fire
Where we open up the floodgates
Freedom reigns supreme
Fire on the hemisphere below
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
OK. SayDO…Something.
~ anemi
Do y’all remember when Jimmy Carter was in the White House and his Bubba Brother; Billy would come over and help with the foodage and a beer or three? Me neither. Must have been good times for all.
So, maybe Barack Obama will get his taste back for chicken dinners and head over to Grandma’s for Sunday supper. I dunno, it’s a stretch.
~ ANEMI
THE NEW WORLD ORDER
Bunk. End of blog. Thank you for reading.
~ X anemi
PS: There is an awful lot of this stuff rearing its ___(s) (pick whichever body part you delight to complete descriptive) on the WWW as of late – again. I dunno, it seems whenever the world’s economy gets stuck, or there are mindless, ceaseless wars, its deja vu with all this conspiracy talk. For me, it’s human nature to want to blame somebody else for problems, but re-hashing the same tired arguments is – tired. Now I love a good conspiracy story, and often they make compelling page-turners, but debates are always won on facts. Making the rounds once again thanks to the “illumaniti,” as it has since World War II, is this preponderance of evidence that the world’s wealthiest families, e.g.; Rockefellers, Rothchilds, Warburgs, DuPonts, Easys, etc., form this secret-private coalition/cartel with designs to control banks, soverign nations, oceans, whatever. These stories have made many an author rich, famous, and infamous. To the latter, I refer to that great poet and visionary pioneer of the “modernist” movement, from Hailey, Idaho; the late Ezra Pound. Fascinating guy, became an on-air radio Nazi propagandist and Mussolini sympathiser whilst living in Europe, turned himself in in 1945 for treason against the United States, had what appeared to some as a nervous breakdown, plead insanity at his trial (treason is supposed to be a capital offense) and spent 13 years in a mental facility; St. Elizabeths in Washington, DC. Following his release, he declared “America is a lunatic asylum,” and motored back to his favored Italy, where he died in 1972. Sad, but it is noted, some of his best work ensued during this, his “blue period” hospital days, leading many to question his “insanity.” Pound, among other things, knew how to tell and sell a story, and favoured grand conspiracies. Among the better tales, was that of the history of the United States Federal Reserve and how the wealthy of the world conspired to control the banking system and start World War’s I and II for personal profit. Whilst a mental patient, Pound was permitted a few privileges, including a personal researcher; Mr. Eustace Mullins of Roanoke, Virginia, who had been fired by the Library of Congress, to assist with Pound’s literary career. Pound commissioned Mullins to write the story, cautioning care to “tell it like a detective story.” The book; “Secrets of the Federal Reserve,” was the product, and has been re-written in subsequent books by others many times since. All decent and compelling page turners, all frought with inaccuracies and historical mis-statements of facts, all bunk. Read them if you have time and desire, I’ve read them all, and will even loan you my copies, if needed (borrowed from somebody else, heY!). Alas, all the doods from the “modernist” movement are now dead and gone; Yeats, Sandburg, Hemmingway, etc., save one lone survivor; Eustace Mullins. Enjoy Mr. Mullins views of the world in the short interviews below. Today, Mullins serves on the editorial staff of the far-right Willis Carto’s “American Free Press” and is a contributing editor to the “Barnes Review.” A word of caution to those who care about men suffering obviously from “Oldtimers,” – Mullins, as you will see, is, like many of his peers, a devout anti-semite. Sigh. Lastly, believe whatever you want to believe, I say. Can’t live your life in the baby seat. Just, be careful.
“WHO RULES YOUR RULERS?”
“ZIONIST PLAN FOR WORLD WAR III”
The French singing the National Anthem of the United States? Just when you thought it was safe to swim in The Seine…
Imagine! France Sings For The USA
Before KJ and my other brothers from France blows a brie, here’s the deal. This is all about Pangea Day, and you can visit their site here: Pangeaday http://www.pangeaday.org/
There are links to their MySpaz and Facelook pages you can avail of, should you be so inclined. The whole thing is a pretty good idea, I think, and stuff like this is badly needed in our, ahem, interesting, world, heY!
Pangea Day is a global event bringing the world together through film.
Why? In a world where people are often divided by borders, difference, and conflict, it’s easy to lose sight of what we all have in common. Pangea Day seeks to overcome that – to help people see themselves in others – through the power of film.
Starting at 18:00 GMT on May 10, 2008, locations in Cairo, Kigali, London, Los Angeles, Mumbai, and Rio de Janeiro will be linked for a live program of powerful films, live music, and visionary speakers. The entire program will be broadcast – in seven languages – to millions of people worldwide through the internet, television, and mobile phones.
Somebody laughed and asked me; “Can you imagine Americans singing Le Marseillaise to the French?” Of course I can, that’s a cheap shot, and here’s Humphrey Bogart doing just this:
Casablanca – French National Anthem
So, touche, heY! Now, the real question is…ehrm, does anybody know the words to Land der Berge? (hint: it’s a piece by Mozart)
~ anemi
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