The Right Column

Trying to make sense of the News

People often believe falsehood.

The urge for conspiracy: there seems to be a need that many have to believe simplistic explanations which explain events in terms of various easily, and yet very broadly defined groups, based upon words of aggregation that express some form of belief system, membership into some exclusive group, or other nebulous organizational mishmash. If it isn't all made up it will be said to be, if anyone ever claims that it is anything more than an old story designed to root out the conspiracy minded, because those so minded will believe nonsense and made-up fables. That is what will be said, how it will be denied if, in fact, it were real.

Sun Studios, Memphis, Tennesee

You got you playing
your electric guitar.
and soon you'll be
a great big.
star.
don't let it go to your head
cause it's soon that you might be dead
if you don't stop taking things
too far.
how much of too much is enough?
what's the reason for an endless stream of stuff?
It's one thing when it makes you feel.
something else, you had to beg or steal.
you make mistakes, you make amends
you thank your fan for the love she sends.
you reassure jealous boyfriends.
"No, sir, that's not my deal.
I might have been a theif, but it's wasn't love I'd steal."
You did what you did to survive through tough times.
now you make your money spinning out your rhymes.
how much
of too much
is enough?

how much
too much
there are things to share
but not your brush
how much 
too much
there are things to share
but not your brush
how much?
too much!
There are things to share
like a gentle touch.
how much 
just enough
there is joyous love
and there is stupid stuff.
how much
just enough
she likes his face
when his beard is rough.
How much?
Too much!
He took too much
now off they rush!
and his fate hangs scared
in a highway crush.
They blocked the highway
in protest rage
so they had to cut loose
and backroad through the sage
to the ER, which is always too far
when you've got a OD'd
rock star
slumpped over
in the back seat of the car.

Constant edit! Often not even to publish because it would need too much editing.

It's December again. This year, as every year, I pull out 
the stock images that I have made in years past,
and I make new ones. So be Merry, whenever you celebrate. 


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more to come as the season demands.

Dec 14, 2014

When He thought again of Turquoise
When he thought again of Turquoise
he realized that it had always been around him. 
Chuck's button's on his vanity suit.
small decorative buttons on the sides of the boot.
which was surrounded by turqouise all around it,

the color of a band of the late day sky
on the very day she said "you're my guy."

They sell it
down that long avenue
where the pavements rough
and the girls are too
but you have to tip them more.
They sell turquoise 
in the pawn shop store
where they size you up
when you come in the door.

When he remembered turquoise
he regretted even more
that he'd f_k_ed-it up with her.
And that part of his life is still a blur.

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When did you ever think it was OK to make a movie with such a morally retrograde ending?

12:36 A.M. Dec 18, 2014


clean water, even for enemies.
delete your delusions.

Nobody beats
the 
Challacuda.

Nobody beats
the
Challacuda.

They say that if you drive through medway town
you never know what kind of car
will be found

Down dirt roads where the old mothers live
you know those dear, old, women just love to give.

Nobody beats
the Challacuda

Nobody beats
the Challacuda

If you drive that way with a fifty dollar bill
might want to bring along some gas to fill
that findling  car inside the old carriage house
her son left it there and she's selling it now
oh, no, not really selling it, don't you know,
she'll let you tow it away before the Winter snow.

It's a roached up old 70 Barracuda

What'cha gonna do with a roach-coach 'cuda?

Nobody beats
  nobody beats
    nobody beats
nobody beats

Nobody beats
the Challacuda.

Challacuda
with a 440 hemi
the fenders and hood
are from a '70 semi
cuda
When you drive
 this car
people think you're a rock star.

Next you can drive down through Bellingham.
There was a car wreak at the Blackstone dam
the front end smashed on this 71
Challanger on backwoods run.

And if you can just tow it away
the old lady says you can take it today.
And if her deadbeat son 
objects to the sale
she take the heat
when he gets out of jail.

And so from the two wreaks
you make just one
a hot rod car
for fun fun fun

Challacuda
Challacuda
nobody beats
the Challacuda

 Above are Beach Boys tribute song lyrics

There really was a car called The Challacuda. It had the fenders and front end grill, hood, etc of a 1970 Barracuda with the chasis and rear end of a 1971 Challenger. But,because the guy who owned has a fetish on the movie Vanishing Point he decided to try and make the car look like that. The fenders never quite lined up with the doors, and he was disappointed with the outcome because he destroyed the Challacuda, which also had door/fender issues, and put front end fender, hood, gril of a 1970 Challenger. But it was 1971 Challenger with a 1970 looking front end. And it was not the car from Vanishing Point, even though he gave it a kind of low end white paint job. It just didn't look good like it should have.

The thing about it's incarnation as "The Challacuda" was that the parts from the Barracuda would only bolt on at a slight forward slant, so that the front end was more a wedge. This seemed to have an areodynamic effect and gave the car a certain extra boost. Or so it seemed to me being only allowed to be captive in the passenger's seat.

And to be truthful, it's really the only time that I've gone from 0 to 140 miles an hour between University Drive and the Wellesly line (or anywhere).

It was late. My friend woke me up. He was showing off his car, the Challacuda. He had plans for it to be the Vanishing Point car. He had just installed the performance rear end which gave the car some extra power. He was going to take me to Dover to inspect a lawn job he did on some Aho's lawn (His thoughts about this). He wanted to show me how the grass that he had ripped up was showing the Pozzi-tronic action of his new super-duper rear end.

While I understand the criminal nature of ripping up someone's fancy vanity lawn at their fancy vanity house in fancy vanity Dover, Massachusetts, this was 1983 and doing such things was much more common back then. And so, even though I didn't approve of him doing this, and I remember telling him it was not good that he had, he did assure me that the guy who he did it to really was an a_ho. Probably something about not getting paid or being ripped off, or maybe it was because he went and bought a car that someone else had scoped out before the guy who actually found the car was able to buy it. Something like that.

Back then you could drive through Medway towards Conneticut and find these old cars sitting in yards, etc. You'd go up to the door and knock and ask and most of the time the old lady or guy who lived there would be more than pleased to have you take the thing away. It was done, to them. It might need something simple like a new axle. Or maybe it needed a new front end. Whatever was wrong with it, it usually wasn't really that much and wasn't too hard to fix for us guys who had a lot of time and a knowledge of how to do it.

One time we were sitting in my buddies kitchen. We used to buy this mag, that came on Wednesday (or was it Tuesday) called The Want Ad, which was a book of advertisements. I boasted how we could find a good car for 50 dollars. By the end of the afternoon my friend was driving around in a, I think 1974, white Impala branded as "The Spirit of America." There was nothing, at all, wrong with that car. I was paid back for my part with an old army coat that happened to be in the trunk of that car. My buddy drove around in that car for a few months, at least. that was the 1980's in Massachusetts for motor-head kids like me and my buddies back then. If you couldn't find and fix your own car, you didn't have one.

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       Who'dda
    think
   that a guy
at the age of 38
would just be having
his first heart-ache?

Oh, joy bird, oh
now that you're gone
where did you go?


Dec 31, 2014

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in silence, in silence, within meditation remember : "fear the Lord! For he knows all about 
the intentions and motivations of the heart and mind. He knows mine, I know mine and how rotton I 
sometimes become, don't seem to understand why, it's me being retrograde but I know,
through the power and intercesion of The Lord, I can overcome my own flaws and repair the damage
from the mistake I have made."

But don't let other people use your guilt
as a way to get free-things and to not have
to take responsibility for their own poor behavior

Everyone makes bad choices. If we had perfect already
we wouldn't need the annealing of this life, the furnace
of discontent and stuff, and materialism where we
are thrown, at birth, to be annealled with the searing love
of everyone else, all their jealous rage and seeming envy,
in the real truth we all want to love one another, but
we are broken and can't do it well.

We create fantasies of togetherness that are actually
just descriptions of what we wish Heaven was.
We live in our own dream-world bubble, all the time
acccusing everyone else but ourselves of doing this very same thing.

We look to fantasy, such as old television shows, for some vision of family-life
and see a false view of life: a fantasy world while, it isn't 'bad',
it may create expectations that can never be realized.

We live in issolation as a normal thing, and
say 'oh the hermit' about other people who may not have room in their lives for us.

We try to connect with others, but in reality the closest we can get often time
prepels us away from each other at an allarming acceleration. We get closest
when we do not lust the flesh. But we lust the flesh.

OK, enough New Years introspection.

    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
     so


 

Praise the Lord!

Nobody beats
the Challacuda.
 
Nobody beats
  nobody beats
         the 440 Challacuda
    nobody beats
         the 440 Challacuda
nobody beats

Nobody beats
the Challacuda.

Challacuda
with a 440 hemi
the fenders and hood
are from a '70 semi
cuda
When you drive
 this car
people think 
you're a rock star.
              

I got nothing more