Archive for April, 2006

Joy Comes in the Morning

April 30, 2006

Here’s the new version of God Bless America. The lyrics are by Kay Sather of the Raging Grannies of Tucson, Arizona

GOD HELP AMERICA,
WE NEED YOU BAD!
‘CAUSE OUR LEADERS ARE CHEATERS
AND THEY’RE MAKING THE WORLD REALLY MAD.
CLIMBING MOUNTAINS,
CROSSING OCEANS
AND INVADING FOREIGN SOIL…
GOD HELP AMERICA,
NO BLOOD FOR OIL!
GOD FORGIVE AMERICA,
NO BLOOD FOR OIL!

The Raging Grannies are so cool! They’ve got more pure guts than 10,000 “Chicken Hawk” Cheneys put together. Can you imagine the NYPD arresting grannies who have to use walkers to get around and putting them into the klink for 22 hours? I suppose they expect to be thanked for not using their clubs on old women.

All Hail the servants of the Beast! For they were merciful,

and did not beat them!

It’s time to war against the Beast.

On April 4, 1967 Martin Luther King made a speech against the war in Vietnam. Up to that time, he had enjoyed a measure of support from the white power brokers. But when he challenged the Beast’s power to make war, they said, “he’s gone too far.” Caesar didn’t mind too much when he was working for his own community, but when he meddled with Imperial Policy, he had to go. “A time comes when silence is betrayal”, King said. He also said, “communism is a judgment against our failure to make democracy real…” He dared to speak out on behalf of white people, and Asians, and all humanity. He actually tried to limit the destructive potential of Caesar. King wasn’t one of the “good coloreds”, any more, and so he died, exactly one year later, with a snipers bullet in his brain, because J. Edgar Hoover refused him the security that he had a right to expect. Caesar was complicit in his death.

And they worshipped the Beast, saying, Who is like unto the Beast? Who is able to make war with him?

Have we really come as far as we think?
Rage, rage against the Beast.

I truly love this poem. I’m quoting the whole thing, just because it’s so good and you need to hear it.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

-Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And the Beast Made War against the Children,

There is a time and a season for everything, they say.
Now is the time for rage.
Rage against that which takes away our humanity.
Rage against that which would silence us.
Rage against that which brings senseless ruin and destruction.
Persian Guy, do not go gentle into that good night.
Raging Grannies, rage against the dying of the light.
Friends and lovers, if we sit back and idly watch as others are destroyed, we participate in our own destruction.
Reach out instead, and catch the sun in it’s flight.
Lovers, rage on.

And the Beast Was Cast Into the Pit,
and the Children Were Free.

“Weeping endures for the night, but joy comes in the morning”.

Be loved,
DEL

America’s “Holy Song”, aka National Anthem

April 29, 2006


“Daddy, Daddy, They’re singing our song all different!!”

“Relax, son, everyone knows that the Holy Song was given to us in English. They’re not the Chosen People. They’re outsiders. Why, they’re not even really white. Oops, did I say that out loud? They can’t be expected to know that the Holy Tongue is English. they’re just pagans. We must teach them to act like us. They should show us that they really want to be white. Then they can sing the Holy Song with us, and stand in the back row. Won’t that be nice?”

Words of Wisdom from our President of Lies and Idiocy and Religious Bigotry:

“I think the national anthem ought to be sung in English, and I think people who want to be a citizen of this country ought to learn English and they ought to learn to sing the national anthem in English.”

What a revolting, disgusting, hateful, moronic thing to say. He wraps himself in the mantle of Righteousness, and courts the approval of religious Fascists everywhere.

More quotes from President FunnyPants: “I pray daily. I pray for wisdom and guidance and strength. . . . I pray for peace. I pray for peace.”

Evidently God is not hearing our Fearless Leaders prayers. It was only two weeks later that President NukemDead Bush, declared war on Iraq after refusing to even talk with them.

The religious right has whored itself to serve Babylon, thinking that Babylon will serve their political agenda. They should know that Babylon is just using them, like it has always used religious institutions. Caesar takes his pleasure, and then tosses a few trinkets on the ground to watch the worn out hookers scramble and fight with one another over the goodies in the dirt.

Jesus said “love your neighbor.” Maybe we should try loving those border crossers instead of reacting in suspicion and paranoia, promoting some imaginary threat from Mexican “Terrists”, to use President Flatheads pronunciation.

Enough….

Children, be kind to one another. It’s all we’ve got to give, really.

Love,

DEL

Man Boobs

April 28, 2006


A couple of posts ago, I said I was going to research the dermatology sites, remember? Your fearless Ace cub reporter never forgets a promise.
Well, I found the sites in question, and I’m prepared to tell you about it.
I wasn’t going to post any pictures, because it’s kind of like posting pictures to a car crash. Even if they survived, it’s still just too awful(but just google “fat belly pics”, and you’ll marvel at the pages of goodies that come up. It’s like finding diamonds on the beach when you were trying to collect soda cans( a significant and underrated source of secondary income for yours truly, but don’t try to muscle in on my section of beach!!!!). where was I? Oh, sorry, that was a rant, wasn’t it? I’m better now, thanks.
Evidently all you bodybuilders know this, but there is an epidemic out there of an underreported ailment, called Gynecomastia. It mostly affects healthy athletic types, and it is a tragedy when it occurs. In popular lingo, it goes by a different name, the dreaded “man-boobs” syndrome. That’s a little too racy for me, so I usually say , “pointy-noopies”. If you’ve been able to read this far, you’re far too disciplined a person, so stop reading, go back to the pic, and just enjoy for a minute.
Can you imagine the frustration, the thousands of hours in the gym, all the sessions, all the reps, the blood, sweat, and tears, the countless hours in the shower( oops), and you Still have sagging man boobs? You can’t excercise skin into good condition. You can have a lot of fun with skin, but after you’re through, it just goes right back to sagging. It just kind of hangs there. It doesn’t matter if you’ve got awesome muscles under there, your skin just doesn’t care. Skin doesn’t impress well. Your skin should care about all those muscles and be a good team player and tighten up like the rest of you. But it doesn’t. It just haaaangs there.
Also, one of the caring doctors included a warning to go along with the pictures. “It’s not good to continually overstimulate the muscles of the nipple region.”
Evidently bad things happen to boys who play with their noopies. Take heed, kids, and play safe. Take care of your noopies, and they will take care of you.
Oh la, it’s Friday night, and I’m feeling like fun.
The Daytime Emmies are on now. It’s the first decent awards show this year. They actually look like they’re having fun.
I’m going to close now, and go say a blessing on the skin of you bodybuilders, and for those who fight the good fight alongside them.
You’re loved,
DEL

Half Nekkid Thursday

April 27, 2006


When I feel like this, I start doing two workouts a day.

Somebody told me it was half nekkid Thursday…This is my modest contribution to the genre. My goal here is to set the bottom of the curve.

I hope you’re not viewing this while eating lunch. Meanwhile, The Persian Guy usually has something fun up on Thursdays. I’m going to go check it out.

Bon Apetit!

The Unsexiest Man Alive

April 19, 2006



It’s official, the news has just come over the wire. You’ve been waiting with baited breath(Think Scope!). The World’s Unsexiest Man is…..Gilbert Gottfried!!!
Some are shocked, I know. Others are relieved. Brad Pitt is safe for another year.
In related news, staff at a prominent dermatology clinic were shocked to note that a surprising number of referrers to their illustrated web site were redirected from Porn lists. Hmmm…Must be pretty hot. Either that,or the webmaster is having a little fun on the side. They said the number of hits on the pages of genitalia was “all out of proportion” to the other pages. Was it the “before” pages or the “after” pages, I wonder?
Sad to say, they didn’t give the url for the clinic. Must have been an oversight. I’m going to try Googling “Dermatology”, and see what comes up.
Happy surfing.
Cheers,

Hail the Conquering Bunny!

April 17, 2006


He Is Risen!

Easter and Me, and Judas and Jesus

April 14, 2006

Easter this weekend. Holidays usually aren’t very important to me. I don’t even mark my birthday and Christmas is really overblown. But I like what Easter is about. New life, and awakening. Last year about this time I had no job, bad health problems, no respect(self or otherwise), no insurance, living in a rundown trailer park out in the country. Oh yeah, and my car was repossessed(by the devil). The only real difference between me and Job in the Bible was that I didn’t have a wife to curse me and kids to lose. I was totally hiding, living in isolation. I didn’t think I had long to live. This Easter I have a job, my health is a lot better, I’m 100 pounds lighter(working out like crazy), my self respect is coming back, and I live in a real house. I’ve also written some decent short stories and poetry. I still don’t have any health coverage, or a car. So my life is a work in progress, but I feel as though God gave me the opportunity to go another round with life, and I’m taking it. I’ve got a way to go, but I’ve decided that life is “doable”. My goal: I want to find a partner to be with for the rest of my life, and get a car. …Probably the car should come first.

I feel like Judas in the last post below. Broken, unforgiven, and on my way to commit suicide. Somehow, I was distracted along the way. Somewhere down the line, I quit fighting myself and hating what I was, and decided to love who I Am, instead of destroying him.

I AM

I AM Judas,
and
I AM Jesus.

I AM resurrection,
and
I AM suicide.

I AM love,
and
I AM loathing.

I AM the cornerstone,
and
I AM the stone that the builders rejected.

I AM the abomination of desolation,
and
I AM first among the beloved.

I AM that I AM,
And that’s all that I AM,
For I AM his, and he is mine.
So said the Shulamite.
(Song of Solomon)

CRY,CRY FOR THE BELOVED

My love cried to me,
Come away, come away with me.
And I would not.

I stood at the gates of the city
and cried for my beloved.
The watchmen struck me with their staffs.
Wounded, I left through the gates,
and searched for my love. In the darkness
I found him who my heart desires.

Saint Judas

April 14, 2006

When I went out to kill myself, I caught
A pack of hoodlums beating up a man.
Running to spare his suffering, I forgot
My name, my number, how my day began,
How soldiers milled around the garden stone
And sang amusing songs; how all that day
Their javelins measured crowds; how I alone
Bargained the proper coins, and slipped away.
Banished from heaven, I found this victim beaten,
Stripped, kneed, and left to cry.
Dropping my rope
Aside I ran, ignored the uniforms:
Then I remember bread my flesh had eaten,
The kiss that ate my flesh.
Flayed without hope,
I held the man for nothing in my arms…
James Wright

The Priest’s Hymn of Praise

April 13, 2006

…the priest was a member of Opus Dei…He interrupted me and said: “But you should love the people who tortured you. They did it to save your immortal soul. If you died under torture, you should go directly to heaven. They were good Catholics, and only wanted to save you from the devil, and from Marxism.” Testimony of Ana Valdes, posting to the International Justice Watch Discussion List, 25 March 2006

The Priest’s Hymn of Praise

The shiny young man is coming to kill me,
A Servant of Caesar,
Righteous of stride,
Firm in his purpose,
A heart full of virtue and purity and power.
Virtous lover, he wipes the stain from my soul.
His zeal for my good has shattered my will,
I fall into the ecstasy of pain.
All that I am and all that I have has been taken,
The skin of my soul scraped off like dross.
In his eyes I see yearning, a desire for the good.
How can I tell him of my hearts desire,
the burning desire of a moth for the flame?
He looks at me, seeing only his yearning,
This shiny young soldier of righteousness,
Un comprehending my half spoken tones,
My rantings and weeping,
No mind left to speak with, only my heart,
Stripped to it’s essence by pain.
He lives in a land of wholeness and beauty
where children are innocent and parents are pure.
He cannot know how I yearn to be him,
Trying to locate my face in his heart.
I will never have entrance to the land that he dwells in,
A land where the ladies wear white easter dresses,
Where virile young men strive for laurels of mastery,
A land never meant for the broken, like me.
Longing for freedom from this lightness of being,
There is only one path toward freedom for me.
I sit in a chair and wait for his coming,
Filled with desire, for his blows are caresses.
Does he know that my cry is a spasm of love,
My love for the wholeness that is crushing my life out,
A love aching, reaching and seeking his heart.
So distant, so holy, he appears as an angel,
My joy and my Nemesis, my destiny and doom.
…May I be worthy.
(c)DEL————————————————————–