Another Alien GOP Member

Florida’s governor Rick Scott has recently called for the drug-testing of welfare recipients, forcing parents found with traces of marijuana, cocaine, or heroin off the dole. Scott said on CNN, “Studies show that people that are on welfare are higher users of drugs than people not on welfare and the bottom line is, if they’re not using drugs, it’s not an issue.”

His statement was backed by government research dating back to 1999, however Utah’s program of drug testing has caught 12 people out of 466 or 2.5% of those tested for drug use.

Florida conducted tests on over four-thousand people.

Number of drug-positive people were a little over a hundred.

Even less successful was the Arizona program nabbing one person after 87,000 tests.

Rick Scott has not been deterred by these debacles, expanding the program to interview all public employees, except for police and lawmakers, and the governor’s company would be the one conducting the tests proving that there is no success like a government-funded failure.

Rick Scott has not volunteered for the test, but he has to be on something to look the way he looks and thinks the way he does.

ps fuck the GOP.

Blue Balls For The GOP

The GOP Chairman of the Senate Environment Committee, Sen. James Inhofe of Oklahoma, appeared before his peers with a snow ball from the streets on DC in his hand to promote his belief that Global Warming is a hoax by the liberal media to steal money from the hard-working rich driving this country toward the future of exclusivity.

“In case we had forgotten, because we keep hearing that 2014 has been the warmest year on record. I ask the chair, do you know what this is? It’s a snowball, just from outside here. It’s very, very cold out.”

The denialist Senator then underhanded the snow ball to the presiding officer.

Class, but Oklahoma has long been considered the buckle of the Bible Belt and his constituency are firm believer in the Almighty, who cheered their man for once stating, “God’s still up there and the arrogance of people to think that we, human beings, would be able to change what He is doing in the climate is to me outrageous.”


How about this blasphemy for outrageous?

Creationists beware.


Muhammad Ali faced the champion Joe Frazier in the Fight of the Century on March 8, 1971 at Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York.

Ringside seats cost $150 and each boxer was guaranteed $2.5 million.

Big money in 1971.

Big money now many places in the world.

The bettors were favoring Ali over Frazier.

Ali was taller with a longer reach.

I was a hippie.

I wanted Ali to regain his title.

His resistance to the draft was a key factor in popularizing the anti-war movement, but Frazier was no lackey to the Boss. He supported Ali throughout his exile from the ring. The heavyweight never said anything about this charity, probably to prevent joining Ali on the unemployment line.

Everyone watched his fight.

I was sitting at El Phoenix bar on Commonwealth Avenue.

Everyone in the bar was backing Ali.

Dave the bartender was all-Frazier. He took all bets at all odds.

“Ali likes to predict the rounds of his KOs. I say 15 and Frazier puts Ali on his ass and this has nothing to do with politics.” Boston was severely divided on race and war. We didn’t talk that shit in bars. Someone on the wrong side could get hurt too fast. Dave didn’t have to worry. He was the bartender. We needed him more than a winning a point about a war 8000 miles away from LA.

I placed $10 on Ali.

The fight started out with the challenger scoring points in the first three rounds.

Frazier resisted Ali’s defense and brought the fight to the Louisville native.

In the 11th round Frazier blasted Ali.

A wicked left.

Frazier was no joke.

Ali knew that too late.

Me too.

$10 was a lot of money in 1971.

Dave the bartender won $2050 that evening.

He bought a used GTO the next day and called it ‘Joe’.

We all did.

Joe was the champ.

To view THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY, please go to his URL

This is history.

Poetry Police

My hillbilly girlfriend in the 70s was funny. Ann was even funnier drunk. Her limit was two drinks after which she was transformed from an ingenue actress into a white trash beauty.

I wasn’t sure which I liked better.

One night at CBGBs she launched into a tirade about the poetry police coming to arrest Patti Smith and William Burroughs.

“Here come the poetry police.”

I poured her into a taxi for the ride home to our apartment on East 10th Street, as she ranted about TS Eliot, Keats, and Ezra Pound. The taxi driver told her to shut up. I informed him that she was a genius. I still think that.

Alice stopped drinking soon after that night, but this week I remembered that the poetry police this week, when the Qatari government sentenced Muhammad ibn al-Dheeb al-Ajami to life imprisonment for insulting the ruler of that wealthy desert country. Al-Jazeera has made no comment about this draconian punishment in fear of losing their financial backing from the news agency’s royal sponsor.

This offense against the ruling family was supposedly directed at the crown prince.

I couldn’t find any copy of the poem TUNISIAN JASMINE online.

The US has a big military base in Qatar.

No one in our government has said a word in the defense of free speech.

Muhammad ibn al-Dheeb al-Ajami has been held since November 2011. His trial was closed to the public. His lawyer said, “The judge made the whole trial secret. Muhammad was not allowed to defend himself, and I was not allowed to plead or defend in court. I told the judge that I need to defend my client in front of an open court, and he stopped me.”

Ajami was jailed in November 2011.

His life sentence has been reduced to fifteen years.

All for saying the truth.

“We are all Tunisia in the face of repressive elites.
The Arab governments and who rules them are, without exception, thieves.

Beware of the poetry police.

Dif-Tor Heh Smusma

The Masoretic version of the Bible purported that Methuselah achieved the epic age of 969. His name has become synonymous with longevity in the West. No one in modern history has touched his nonacentarian record, although my great-grand aunt Bert lived to 103.

She circled the world in a sailing ship. One port of call was Bangkok. Bert was the first of my family to visit the Siamese capitol, but not the last. Other relatives have reached ripe old ages. My father lived to 90. I expected to hit at least 110 if only because many more Americans are living longer, for wrinklies are becoming the largest growing segment of the population.


People don’t die as much as they used to die.

Once past 30 few people want to live by the James Dean adage ‘live fast and die young.

Even morticians don’t want to hump fat kids and those ghouls will hump most everything dead.

With that macabre phenomena in mind I’m living as long as possible.

I don’t want anyone touching my dead flesh until I’m way pass my prime.

Of course Vulcans like STAR TREK’s Mr. Spock live to 300.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER or Dif-tor heh smusma in Vulcan.