the crowd roars with laughter.

I felt such pity for Angelina Jolie yesterday after seeing a photo of her glaring at the Sony pictures queen-bee. It must be tough for queen bee girl to be in a club of men like that woman is. But, didn't we already kind of know that Sony, and Hollywoose is an insider's club of nepotism and hidden aristocracy, of which we dare not speak?

Excuse me for pretending to speak for the whole world, but everyone really wishes Angelina well. And we love her even though we don't know her. And we don't care if we meet her. If she were in the room most people would be not bother her because that is the classy thing to do. And we respect her. That's the real world. And that is even Hollywood. That is the real world and Hollywood. Her kind of fame is because of her elegance and personal style. Even if a movie she is in is a dud, she never is because she is the real deal.

As for the other woman in the picture with Ms. Jolie, until a few days ago most people had never even heard of her.

And that the system in our world mandates that the classest of talented people have to basically get into the kitty-litter box with the harridans of hell (like the people who run sony pictures seem to be) . . . it's sad.

But I can say it out loud: these mavons of power monger film making, they fade. The talent that they use to make their films? not so much. We love the people who we hire, so we can't throw them all away. And bad bosses make bad choices, but the people who run the businesses of the company are just worker-janes and worker-joes and might not even understand the intriqueces of world-government through proxy power-monger corporations, and how a small set runs much of the businesses and enterprises of the world. So for the whoevers to be targetting the worker janes and joes of Sony? I say , please, do not do this. Those people don't realize how horrible the system in which they are forced to work has become.

(they do have a choice, that choice is work there or no job at all, they make the better choice, as they decide. They have families to feed. Did you hear about the homeless couple in LA yesterday who were living in the arroyo (the dry river). Well it was raining in LA all week so the river filled right up and they couple had to be saved by the rescue workers (it was very daring, and a movie worthy subject). So that is the fear that the sony-workers have. They might end up living in the river. So don't think that they really have a good choice to quit their jobs because their bosses make some really bad choices?

There is also another possible reason for the attack on Sony over that stupid film: the film is also a slander against the United States implying that we think it is OK to kill people like Kim Jong. Most people here do not like that kind of thing. We do not support assassination. We are not murderers. So, since we don't really know who did the hack, maybe it was someone on our side whose also sick of the crap that these duschebags at sony approve that serve as vile propaganda for forces unknown, forces of havoc. We've let it be for 70 years in Korea, for the most part. We'll keep letting it be for as long as it matters. A war is not what we want, and the people who are mongering for that . . . well . . . their kind exist in all societies and the world is only rid of them when we stop behaving in the way that they try to make us. A propaganda company like . . . is in the business of mind-fudging.

And as far as bad bosses? The solution to that? I am not sure but it isn't terrorizing the little guys (and gals). Do don't do that!

night of the flood in the river in LA

I'll give you anything
that I can if you need it
she told him 
that night
in the rain.
I'll give you sunshine
when you're dying and bleeding
put on bandages, make you and I the same.
We will live
in the river bed
and sleep 
in the tree
When the joy bird lands
he is looking for me.
I saved your life.
you saved mine.
You are the best, the holiest
and most kind.


 and they were saved!

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Dec 12, 2014

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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

November 12, 2014

Well, sure is interesting seeing how the situation in this country is proceeding.

Maybe what we need is . . . [billion dollar idea].

His blah 
was very blah 
he was upset
they called his pah
His pah weren't home
he was alone
and then the state,
they make a date.

You get the letter.
Hey, don't forget her.
She will not call.
And that's not all.

You got the numeral
you think it consumeral
that's not a word.
Haven't you heard?

His blah
was blah
he heard the ca
of ten thousand crows
before it snows
in the autumn of the year
they all come here
caw caw caw
that's what I saw.

Ten thousand crows
flying in a swirl
circling above
the Framingham whirl
And there are shoppers
and that's a little girl
at the toy store yard
and a discount card.

Christmas 
at the Crow conclave
it's a Yardgrass Store
with a crow swarm rave
if you count these crows
hey, don't you know, 
this flock it just
grows and grows
the less it rains
the more it snows.
if you are nice
it always shows.

Yes, it's Christmas time again
and thirty thousand crows.
Try to count them
see how the flock grows?
Try to count them
see how the flock grows!
How many of them are there?
No body really knows.
and if anybody tells
their heart just grows.

Yes, it's Christmas conclave
of christmas crows
fifty thousand
and they say ho.
They don't go 'caw', 
or "doe see doe"
I think they are saying
"ho ho ho"


poet's writing 
nonsense poems

. . . well . . . 
     Truck-you-later!

Truckuliteraty of poetical
nonsense
he saw it like that
writing weary rainy day poetry 
that suck the wind out of November
 his poems were vortexes of swirlling
dread dragging the reader
down into a septic upset of
recollection he
felt it like that.
There was a fire.
He put that book of poems,
that he'd written in his funk,
in there.



There was a singleation
of concern, he
wondered if jaded was the correct
word to say
his heart is not a river to be
run across a desert like he let it happen
to himself
he talks all the blame
the dry lands
will get well watered once again in some future
momentary singulary happanstance of wishing to convey,
as if this poet has anything real to say
except that when you go on your way
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord for his unfailing love!
That is what Christmas is really all about.

Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

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