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Polish Politics

Per Political Wire, possibly the world's first campaign ad in the death metal genre.

Metal Injection was kind enough to translate:
End of stiff talks
End of stupid wars

Secular contrary
Appropriate life
Appropriate life

Freedom
Freedom

That's my aim

Vote smart

Jedrzej Wijas to join Parliament
Fair order
Fair man

Nothin', Y'Hear, Nothin'

This interview is the excuse for posting the classic below. (Also a today-only amusement, but just this once, why bore anyone w/ the transitory?)

"Is nothing sacred!"

(We reproduced the caption as seen in this crummy, yet, we assume, authentic tiny black & white scan, but shouldn't it have a question mark rather than an exclamation point?)

Redefining Shallowness

The Constitution as totem:

That includes canceling all but one inaugural ball; mandating that White House employees have a copy of the Constitution at hand; and convening a summit of all of America’s closest allies along with the opposition leaders from each.

From Herman Cain's campaign book (there's not even the pretense of it being a coincidental biography) This Is Herman Cain! My Journey To The White House, which one of Tina Brown's typists read to save the rest of us the bother.

The Cain Doctrine

The book’s 10th chapter is devoted to what Cain insists on calling “The Cain Doctrine,” although it’s really more a platform (memo to the Hermanator: if you can’t sum it up in a sentence or two, it’s probably not a doctrine). It is infuriatingly vague. Cain’s plan for immigration: “Secure our borders.” His plan for entitlements: “We can, and must, take this entitlement society to an empowerment society.” He says he’d replace “Obamacare” with “Caincare,” which he says would involve “formulating a compassionate approach to providing the best diagnosis, treatment, and follow-up care for Americans of all ages.”* Would he cut costs somehow? Expand coverage? No one knows! The problem isn’t that Cain doesn’t have a detailed prescription for health reform, it’s that he doesn’t even seem to know what his objective is. And keep in mind—domestic policy is supposed to be his forte. The foreign policy section is even rougher. Cain bashes President Obama’s treatment of Israel, but doesn’t explain why he feels Israel is crucial to U.S. national security or proffer a plan for peace with the Palestinians. As for the rest of the world, forget it—all he tells us is that his Afghanistan “plan would be to figure out: Can we win, or not?” Perhaps Cain should have considered following the very public debate on that matter over the last three years. And Latin America, Asia, Europe, Russia, Africa might as well not exist. An appendix adds a tiny bit of detail, but the book leaves the overwhelming impression that Cain doesn’t have any real sense of what policies he’d back as president.

Extra-wacky beliefs:

There’s an entire chapter devoted to numerology—it turns out Cain’s lucky digit is 45.

Why, he's another Reagan! Another Nancy Reagan. What's his stand on the White House china?

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*Single payer? Medicare for all ages? Sounds good to us, Cain.

Metrolinking

Take a bow, Brakeman Bill.

Friday Photo Follies

Taken on Thursday:

Hot Rails to Hell. No idea where this one's headed, but hell is places like:

Simi Valley, Glendale, & Newhall, & Orange, Riverside & San Bernardino Counties.

Not that Hell-A is really much better.

Word is, do not taste the wine.

A Pig & His Dog

Plus which (Now in color, as of 1830PDT 30 September 2011):

R.H. Factor

Today being one event or another in the wacky lunar calendar of the Hebrews (Can't you all & the Mahometans get it together enough to use a consistent calendar, moon-worshiping scum?) A. Friend has the day off, although she isn't even one of the chosen (Lotta good that little bit of egomania did them, & not that we wouldn't be sexually associated w/ an attractive woman or women of the Hebrew persuasion.) so we're off to the other side of the river Styx for the day, to be ordered around the house & lift stuff or something.

Web log activity will therefore be light, esp. because if we start looking at the Internet we'll never get in the shower & get going. (Yikes, 1045 already!)

Best wishes for the new yr., brain-dead believers.

P.S.: Absolutely unrelated:

Or is it? Must be nice to be able to take the day off for someone else's birthday or New Yr. celebration.

Shut Your Festering Gobs

Quick reminder to the assholes polluting the Interfestation today w/ their techgasms over the Amazon Kindle Fire: Read this & then slam your fucking fingers in your laptops or w/ your tablets repeatedly until the fingers & laptops/tablets are broken, scum. Or we'll do it for you!

Closing Day

As the Major League Baseball season drags to its inevitable end today, we note that wild card teams for both leagues are yet to be determined, assuming the MLB site is accurate. (Will there be play-off games if whichever teams are tied remain so after today's games, or is there a tie-breaking procedure? Whatever. If we really cared we'd know, wouldn't we? We could look it up, but we really don't care!)

Some good news from the periphery is that Dodger Stadium Opening Day parking lot beating victim Bryan Stow seems to be improving. (We question anyone who thinks going outside is "magical," but it takes all kinds.)

Vindicated Again

Some jerks call us misanthropic. Call us what you will, our understanding of the dominant species on this planet can lead only to contempt.

In this case our instant long-distance diagnosis of Sylvester "Sly Stone" Stewart as paranoid may have been a bit quick, but:

My source says that Sly’s attorney, Robert Alan, rented him a very nice home in Woodland Hills, California with four bedrooms, a pool, etc. (Alan declined to comment.) Sly just refuses to go there. Another friend tells me, “Sly always liked living in Winnebagos. He never liked being in a house.”

Could still be a symptom of paranoia, of course.

Not to mention the source, News Corporation rag the New York Post, which paid Sly at least US$5,000 for the interview.

Worship If You Choose

Locals jacked up about Chick-fil-A opening a store in Hollywood should note this:

Being closed on Sunday will be very popular in Hollywood, we're sure. Source. Also.

Anti-Christ Contradictions

Be ready for many more clips while we're unable to watch this crap on the ninny screen.

Avoiding Like The Plague

Our current cable shortage has us viewing more over-the-air local news programming then we used to, of which a big damn part is the trial of the croaker who is alleged to have supplied Michael Jackson w/ whatever usually-used-only-in-operating-rooms drug that may have killed M.J.'s Jehovah's Witness ass. Enough, already.

Gratuitous trigger added 1750PDT 27 September 2011:

How much is this "worth?"

Signage

Has-beens, hacks & whores.

"L.A. Only." We're so lucky. But where's G.W.?

ESL mockery: Stupid furriners.

A Body At Rest

Contemplated a trip to a library for Internet activity today, as we don't want to abuse our new-found (And illegal?) wireless non-privileges, but sloth, inertia & a realization we really should shower & get dressed were we to go changed our mind pretty quickly.

Here are some pix of interesting crapconstruction we saw on yesterday's library expedition.

Doubtless a one-time firehouse.

The brick pile on the roof is for drying hoses.

Cliché Away

Having found a non-secure wireless network in our building, the following (Typed yesterday from the library.) will be struck from the record: May well be all we offer today.

Damn palms get in the way of everything.

The Good Life Of The Lazy Unemployed

The Torygraph notes that bleeding heart liberals at the United Nations hate America.

Officially there are 700,000 homeless people in the US. According to the UN, America's refusal to guarantee them access to water and sanitation, and its “criminalisation” of homelessness, is a violation of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. That lack of safety net has seen similar tent cities sprout up in states such as Rhode Island, Colorado, Washington, California and Virginia.

[...]

Mrs Berenzweig, 61, used to make $100,000 (£63,333) a year as a designer in New York’s garment district. Now she and her husband Michael are down and out in 'Tent City' in Lakeland, New Jersey. There is no electricity or running water and racoons steal their food. “It’s not an easy life,” she said.

[...]

After reaching the 90-week limit for unemployment benefits, they now receive less than $100 (£63) per week between them in food stamps. “The nearest supermarket is 2.5 miles away,” she said. “Usually we walk”. Social security will kick in only when she is 62, and her modest pension at 65.

Soon as their food stamps are cut they'll be back at work, just you watch.

2-4-6-8 Motorway

As usual, we are well ahead of the trend.* Not in smarty phone desire/ownership, but in auto avoidance.

The end of motoring

Young people today would rather have the latest smartphone than a flashy car. And the number of them who can drive is plummeting. Is Britain's love-affair with the car really over?

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*Except when we are yrs. & yrs. behind a trend, of course.

Trigger Warning

Had we known the item above was worthsold for US$5,000,000.00+, we would have taken a better picture, or gotten closer. Gone inside, at least.

And how'd we miss this train? Now we can't wait!

Public Non Service Announcement

Due to what we'll euphemistically refer to as cash-flow troubles, Internet & cable telebision in the bunker are temporarily suspended; this is coming from a branch of a library somewhere in Southern California, which required leaving said bunker & walking(!) a mile or so.

Therefore, expect light to once-a-day logging in this space for a while.

Oddly enough, while the cable signal from the box is not signaling, the $9.99/mo. very basic, broadcast channels-only NTSC signal, & the QAM signal from TimeWarner Cable are as yet unaffected. But there's little on the QAM we can't get over the air, w/ the exception of The Weather Channel, C-SPAN &, f'r fuck's sake, Bravo. (Bravo? Why?)

So we'll be catching up on DVD viewing, reading & crap like that. Alternate choice: Sleeping all night, sleeping all day; nothing good on tee vee anyway.

We Are All In The Gutter ...

... But some of us are photographing the clouds.

Levitated Mass

Not a bullshit Catholic Mass, a real mass.

The slot at LACMA has already been excavated; we've no pix of it because it's enclosed in fencing. We may have typed something about this before, but aren't motivated enough to look for it. More, from the horse's mouth.

Another Brick In Our Load

As much as moon is made of green cheese (Does "green cheese" actually occur anywhere? Beyond excessive mold? We don't really want to know, but it's a question that should be asked.) we seldom use this forum to complain about our personal suffering, but hokey smokes, we had to put on socks, shoes, a shirt and a pair of pants today merely because there'll be no milk for tomorrow morningafternoon's coffee if we don't leave the bunker (And walk several blks. to & back, f'r crissakes!) to get some.

It never stops, does it?

P.S.: It is fucking 68°F out there! Brrrr!

The New Homelessness

Two points to make here: Despite the headline

Funk legend Sly Stone now homeless
and living out of a van in LA

& the hype, he's got a fucking van (W/ electricity: Note cord!)

& sounds more paranoid than out & out "homeless."

Inside the van, the former mastermind of Sly & the Family Stone, now 68, continues to record music with the help of a laptop computer.

“I like my small camper,” he says, his voice raspy with age and years of hard living. “I just do not want to return to a fixed home. I cannot stand being in one place. I must keep moving.”

Yes, it's the hard-knock life alright.

The van is parked on a residential street in Crenshaw, the rough Los Angeles neighborhood where “Boyz n the Hood” was set. A retired couple makes sure he eats once a day, and Stone showers at their house. The couple’s son serves as his assistant and driver.

Rough? Not unless the house has bars on the windows. Sounds more like luxury. Assistant & driver? Laptop? Showers? Owns a Studebaker?

And he cut a CD that was released last month.Our fave, from Sly's salad days:

Police Beat

Waiting at a 7-Eleven for someone they can tase half to death & then beat w/ their batons. A minimum of five are needed for each individual citizen or alien (legal or otherwise) they assault. Looks as if they have a quorum.

We figure we took our life in our hands merely by shooting them. How much would you bet the littlest one on the right is a festering cauldron of deep-seated psychological "issues?"

Creature On The Traffic Control Box

Yes, the placa says "Osama."