Sunday, April 01, 2018

Send 'em Back! or Mykel's Post MRR Column no 56


Mykel's
Post MRR Column no 56
or
Maybe There’s a Few Good Ones in There
or
Don’t Build a Wall, Build a Boat



Customs agent: Do you have anything to declare?
Oscar Wilde: My genius.


The scene is the kitchen: He wanders into his friend’s place… maybe an off-campus apartment...seems like no one’s home. The guy looks like a freshman... just a hint of dark fuzz on his upper lip. There at the sink is his friend’s steady… washing dishes while rubbing against the sink… and moaning. He slips behind, wraps his arms around the washer… Then comes the kissing… I fast-forward… Ahh here it is, the kneeling, the slow lowering of his pants… then his Calvin Kleins… centimeter by centimeter… until THWING! He pops full-blown into view… and I pop full-blown into the handkerchief I keep next to the computer.

It’s always my favorite part… the tension building up… and then the revelation. Will it be a banana? A bent nail? A tree trunk? A pig in a blanket? A hairy clam? A shaved taco? A double lipped-pinkette? I peak at the revelation, and it’s all a downhill drip from there.

So it is with life… with understanding… that single THWING moment where the truth is revealed. THAT makes me come.

I'll be posting this just after midnight March 31, 2018. As I contemplate the merging of late winter snow with the rains of April, I find myself madder than a vegan in a steakhouse. It’s all so obvious now-- like a massive hard-on emerging from a pair of boxers.

Are the goggles of political correctness so blocking of the light that people cannot see what’s at the end of the newspaper spoon? Are we so blinded by la-di-dah visions of a beautiful world… that we can’t see the twat for the pubes? Are we so sure of the basic goodness inherent in all people® that when facts show us that some people are worse than others… we refuse to condemn those people?

There’s been discussion of immigrants lately… a lot of discussion. This is my second column/blog on the topic… but the world needs what I have to say.

Stopping immigration isn’t enough. They’re here already. If you have cancer, you don’t take a pill to prevent getting more cancer… you cut out the lesion! Let’s first take a look at what they’ve done so far.

Here’s a random year in their recent history.

  • January 19: Bombs explode outside two government offices
  • Feb 9: A 3,000-pound bomb detonated in London's Docklands area.
  • March 20: Two bombs left in the trash bins of a shopping area explode. Multiple deaths, including children.
  • April 22: A bomb was left outside the gates of Holy Cross primary school.
  • May 29: A large firebomb explodes near the reception desk of the Everglades Hotel.
  • June 15: A ton-and-a-half truck bomb explodes injuring more than 200 people.
  • July 21: 26 bombs explode in the city center… 9 killed
  • August 1: A 500 lb car bomb exploded in the center of Banbridge. The bomb kills 29 people and wounds 220 others.
  • September 5: Two killed and 63 injured when a bomb is detonated in the lobby of a Hilton Hotel.
  • October-November: A wave of bombs in bars kills 28 people and wounds more than 200.
  • November 14-19: Over fifty bombs exploded in several rural towns. Multiple injuries.
  • December 21: A bomb explodes on a super-sized airplane. The plane crashes on the town of Lockerbie, Scotland, killing all 259 aboard. Eleven people on the ground are also killed.

Who are they? Who are the ones causing so much death and destruction? Who are the ones bringing terror and a religion of death into America? The answer came to me on St. Patrick’s Day. The sea of staggering green gnomes propelled a mental orgasm that exploded onto the cumrag of my mind.
Some of you might have already guessed. For some it will all be new. But all are real. Though the victims vary, the perpetrators do not! In every case, we know the religion and the nationality of the terrorists. CATHOLIC. IRISH.

Ireland has the honor of being the only country which never persecuted the Jews-- because she never let them in. --James Joyce

And speaking of James Joyce, there have been great Irish people... a few of them. Most are famous with absolutely no redeeming qualities.

James Joyce succeeded in writing Ulysses, a book so incomprehensible that it could only be outdone by another MORE incomprehensible book, Finnegans Wake, also written by Joyce. Then there’s Oscar Wilde, an egomaniac whose saving grace was his homosexuality.

But when you think of the Irish in 2018 do you think of either Wilde or Joyce? I don’t think so. Take Sean Hannity… please:

Can we pray for the re-election of George Bush?
Here you are. You’re a liberal. You probably define peace as the absence of conflict. I define peace as the ability to defend yourself and blow your enemies into smithereens.

Or how about Bill O’Reilly?:

Yeah, I'm obnoxious. Yeah, I cut people off, yeah, I'm rude. You know why? Because you're busy.

Huh? Well, how about this reflection on the Catholic criminal justice system?
Growing up under the heavy hand of the School Sisters of Notre Dame, it was drummed into me that attending weekly mass was not an option. It was a must to avoid eternal damnation, which was not a prospect filled with many positives. Hell fire was perpetual, and no parole would be offered.

And is it an accident that the Irish-- or the Catholics-- are so often violent... so often fixated on hellfire for sinners and non-believers? Is it just a few bad shamrocks stuck in the shillelagh? I don’t think so.

The problem comes down to the core beliefs. The bacteria infecting the mental intestines is a fundamental part of the being of these people... their birthright… or birthwrong. Check out the horror that’s the foundation of that gutter religion. You can’t make this up!

In Book of 1 Samuel, God instructs King Saul to attack the Amalekites:
And utterly destroy all that they have, and do not spare them, but kill both man and woman, infant and nursing child, ox and sheep, camel and donkey. It’s no coincidence that during the Crusades-- that reign of terror to make the world Catholic-- the Popes declared that Muslims were Amalekites. Kill them all and their kids... and their 
camels! 

But wait, there’s more! Take the Spanish Inquisition… please!... and the litany of torture devices from the Rack to the Iron Maiden (not THAT one… this one):  


It’s clear that Catholicism is brutal… sadistic.. murderous. But what about the Irish? Are they Catholic lite? The smiley face of thumbscrews and the heretic fork?

It sure as a Blarney Stone doesn’t look that way. EVERY ONE of those terrorist attacks in the bullet list at the start of this blog was committed by the Irish. Our cute image of shamrocks and leprechauns is a lie. There’s nothing cute about flying body parts in a terrorist attack. And it’s not over. The NEW IRA (aka Real Irish Republican Army) has already started the terror in this millennium.


Then we need to start with the deportations. Obama was rightly called the deporter in chief. It seems to be a title that the current president wants to assume. I wish him luck.
OK guys in Washington. You wanna deport? Start with Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly. Ship ‘em back where they came from. A one-way ticket to Limerick! Then you can add Pat Buchanan, Steve Bannon… and that’s only the beginning.


What is to be done?

We can’t build a wall in the Atlantic Ocean, but we can take control of our borders. First is putting a stop to all immigrants from Catholic countries-- especially Ireland. Cut the flow of the terrorists. Stop them before they attack again!

No rest until every one of those green-beer guzzling fairy kings and queens is returned to the Emerald Isle. Maybe a few good ones will get mixed into the kit or into the caboodle. But isn’t that risk worth what we’ll be saving?

It’s security for us. Our country. The future. This is a war for our children and grandchildren… a war we must fight. Let the vision of an Irish-free America THWICK into your mind. Doesn't that feel good?

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Trump Paramour Dept: Stormy Daniels, the adult-film star who accused Donald Trump of sex in the first degree, has since joined the #metoo movement. The New York Times reports that Ms Daniels claimed that she was forced to have sex in order to keep her job in the porno-industry.
Says Daniels, “It made me feel very uncomfortable.”

Feminist Animal Rights Dept: Meanwhile, PETA has complained about the #metoo movement itself.

“The movement is human elitist... speciesist,” says PETA spokeswoman, Anita Berger. “Every day, hundreds of breeders force the horrors of sex on thousands of helpless canines and felines. In any other situation, this would be sexual slavery… or trafficking. But because the victims here have four legs instead of two, the abuse is allowed to continue.”
 
Shoutout Dept: Gay punkband, Hamstertube, has been performing at small clubs in Berlin, New York, and San Francisco. But who would have suspected TYLER TEXAS as the next hotbed of homotude? The band booked a solid week at the fancy Yahoo Stadium… every show sold out. Now, Rick Perry, former Texas governor, wants the group to perform the Star-Spangled Banner at the first Texas Rangers home game. It is unclear if the band will agree.


Antifa action dept: The Cedar Rapids, Jackson Hole, and Tupelo branches of Antifa have been extremely busy lately. The local divisions of the anti-facist warriors have been breaking into school and public libraries to seize and burn dictionaries!
Says Antifa spokesman, Toby A. Senser, “People have no idea of the awful content of these books. Inside them are nazis, fascists, and racists. It’s too much. There are just some things that should NOT be tolerated.


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LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:

I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends... and enemies... in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.


Here's a start:


  • David Goldberg's Busy Microbes Blog
  • And another Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com
  • Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency
  • Sometimes I contribute to an interesting multi-talented blog called OgFomK Arts see me there!
  • And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.
  • And here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour diary of sorts.
  • Andy Shelton has an interesting blog here.
  • Savage Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.
  • Chris Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS. You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue soon.
  • George Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books featuring prominently.
  • And my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas Master Blog.


Saturday, March 03, 2018

REVENGE! or Mykel's Post MRR Column no 55

Mykel's
Post MRR Column no 55
or
Vengeance is Mine!


Don't get mad. Get even. --Old Saying

    Q. How many Israelis does it take to change a lightbulb?

    A. Three. One to change the bulb. Two to kill my entire family because I made the joke.
                           --New Saying

Ah… ah… ah… AAAARG! It’s 11:30 am!

The talking alarm clock e-crow crows its wake-up call. I want to kill it. It lies. All the clocks in my apartment are set 40 minutes ahead. Since traveling times in Manhattan rarely exceed 40 minutes, this system lets me teleport anyplace on the island. If I have to be someplace at noon, I leave at noon (my time). I arrive on time. So it’s NOT 11:30AM. It's 10:50. And I hate getting up in the morning no matter what time it is.

This morning, like many other mornings, I’m in a foul mood. Pissed off... hung over... full of shit that my morning coffee will soon cause to explode into the toilet like a Sunni explodes in a Shiite mosque. (Or is it the other way around?)

Without opening my eyes, I slap the clock off and roll out of bed… holding on to the night table to steady myself… knocking over a 2/3 empty bottle of Brooklyn Lager… spilling the remaining third on the bed. I pick up the bottle… and for a second am tempted to hurl it through a closed window… teaching it a lesson it’ll never forget. Amazingly, the hoarse voice of reason gets to me before I do it. I set it down.

I waddle through the beer puddle... around the two bends in my single room apartment... wondering if I’m going to make it to the toilet. I make it… and stand there weakly pissing-- dribbling out the already consumed 2/3s of that Brooklyn beer.

Then to the stove where I make Turkish Coffee® actually Cafe Bustelo... brewed in the Turkish style… coffee thrown into a pot, boiled with a couple cups of water… poured through a strainer. Oh yeah.

In less than ten minutes, the coffee does its work. Back to the toilet… to my explosive beer shit... a massive semi-liquid relief... a blast that refreshes… a wondershit that’s the best argument I know for the existence of a truly loving God. Why don’t those Jehovah’s Witnesses who wake me up on Saturday morning ever talk about that? Do you want proof God loves you? Look in the toilet?

After I wipe up, I leave for work.

Downstairs, the street is filled with tourists. If you live on Bleecker Street you expect that… but why do they all have to walk in front of me... stopping suddenly to look at the mannequins in store windows… or worse: looking down at their iPhones... following an i-map because they can’t figure out that the street that comes after Fourth Street is Fifth Street.

Right now, a family of pasty white Americans strolls in front of me: a fat man wearing a wool tuke and a blue Canadian Goose down-filled jacket. With him is a fat woman, dark hair, doughboy face, in a matching coat. With them are two kids: a fat boy and fat girl. The woman and the fat boy are looking down at cellphones. The man is speaking to the girl. Together they form a slow-moving phalanx across the sidewalk. I want to kill them… spray them with a high-school style AR-15. Shower the sidewalk with fat body parts. Smash the Canadian Goose that lays no eggs. I hate them. I want revenge for the pain their lassitude is causing me. They must PAY!

I step into the street to go around them. WZZZZZ. An asshole cyclist (a pleonasm?) going the wrong way down the one way street misses me by THIS MUCH!

Fuck you!” I don’t yell… but I do hope some car hits... him mixing his pizza-- or whatever he’s delivering-- with the muscle tendons and blood in his torn flesh.

Generic Woman-spread Photo
FLASH TO THE SUBWAY: As I enter, some woman… fresh from a shopping spree… spreads her bags on the subway seats… Woman Spread®. I stand over her, glaring down at her bags, picturing how her intestines would look stretched and battered beside those of the fat tourists and the cyclist on the sidewalk above. I wonder if the thirst for revenge (sometimes called avenge,
sometimes called justice) is a biological urge... or if it’s a Western relic from the old testament eye-for-an-eye command.

It sure seems an integral part of our culture from the death penalty to the Hollywood classics of Death Wish, Make Them Die Slowly, Kill Bill, and Fatal Attraction…. as American as a heart attack.

After the World Trade Center barrage, president Bush destroyed the country of Iraq-- even though they had nothing to do with the attack. What did he say?
"Ours is a nation that does not seek revenge, but we do seek justice." That line brought down the house. It also brought down Iraq… and brought us ISIS.

But revenge is NOT only Western… Christian-Jew. It is world-wide. Can you say Voodoo Doll? Can you say Hindu revenge killings?

An interesting article called The Case for Revenge claims revenge is biological… an evolutionary leap...like the orgasm. The author says it evolved as a way for humans to survive: Human survival depended greatly on convincing neighboring clans, tribes, and states that no attack or moral injury would go unanswered. Payback was nonnegotiable and self-regulating.

But is the threat of retaliation the same as revenge? I don't think so.

FLASH TO THE SUBWAY... THE F TRAIN: An attractive young woman, dark with white features... maybe Indian, maybe Caribbean... sits across from me-- right next to the door. She wears jeans so tight they could be danskins. I can make out the camel toe between her legs. And it's easy.. she sits with her knees apart... like manspread... but on her it looks good. She is, of course, engrossed in a cellphone.

Next to her, a white child bounces on its mothers knee. . . At 23rd Street the doors open and an old colored guy... with a cane... enters the car. I motion to him... while standing up.

Here,” I say, patting my seat, “you can sit over here.”

He looks at me, smiles, and says, “Much obliged, Mister.”

I smile back and nod to him as I move to let him sit down. Then, I position myself in front of the Caribbean girl, trying to get her attention... maybe she'll talk to me... tell me how nice I am for giving up my seat to the old cripple.

I walk across the aisle and stand in front of her. She doesn't look up as I station myself. I clear my throat.

FLASH TO THE SUBWAY IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: An attractive young woman, dark with white features... maybe Indian, maybe Caribbean sits across from me-- right next to the door. She wears jeans so tight they could be danskins. I swear I can make out the camel toe between her legs. And it's easy.. she sits with her knees apart... like manspread... but on her it looks good. She is, of course, engrossed in a cellphone.

Next to her is a huge guy... same skin color as the girl, but with shoulders wider than my apartment. He wears a flashy jacket... and black jeans... perfectly pressed. He sits with one arm around the goddess-like girl... and he glares at me.

At 23rd Street the doors open and an old colored guy with a cane... enters the car. I motion to him... while standing up.

Here,” I say, “you can sit over here.”

Then I stand up, walk to the end of the car... and enter the next one.

Get it? That's not revenge, that's fear. And there is a difference. Revenge is PAYBACK for some wrong... real or imagined. Threat of retaliation discourages action by promising violence.

REALITY CHECK: Will some school kid killer be discouraged from a rampage by a threat of violence? Most of them kill themselves anyway. They LIVE (and die) for violence. They commit their crimes to avenge some real or perceived injustice in school…. In other words… for revenge. The ONLY reason to execute school killers-- or most anyone else-- is REVENGE. BUT, the motive for the original crime was also revenge. Like the Hatfields and McCoys… revenge is a never-ending cycle.

Israel is the current practitioner supreme of REVENGE ideology. Flash to: the early days of the intifada. Palestinian kids throw rocks at the Israeli occupying troops. What about that eye-for-an-eye thing? Do Israelis throw rocks back? You bet your Talmud they don't. They bulldoze the kids’ entire house. KERPOW! Throw a rock and become homeless... in a fell swoop. That is revenge.

FLASH TO THE GAZA WAR 2014. Here are the stats on that one:
  • Palestinians killed: 2,139 Palestinian children killed: 490

  • Israeli soldiers killed: 64 Israeli civilians killed: 6 Israeli children killed: 1

That's what revenge looks like when one side has all the fire power. But wait... let's get more recent:

Syria shoots down an Israeli jet that was invading that country. The pilots bailed. No one was injured. The revenge?

Israel attacks twelve bases in Syria. There are
several deaths. Here again it's REVENGE in action. The Israelis are masters of the art.

It's tempting to say the revenge thing all started with the Jews. They're so good at it. We talked about Hindus. We talked about voodoo.

And the history of Goyitude is filled with non-Jew revenge seekers. (This from an article on Voodoo of all things:)

In A.D. 64, a great fire broke out in Rome for six days, and devastated much of the city. According to the writer Tacitus, “Nero fastened the guilt and inflicted the most exquisite tortures on a class hated for their abominations, called Christians by the populace.” The “abominations” committed by the early Christians were said to be cannibalism and incest, based on rumors circulating in Rome at that time which stemmed from a misunderstanding of the Eucharist.

REVENGE! And for fake news at that.

Behind revenge is a kind of karmic belief that things in the universe should balance. Yin and Yang. Aggression and payback. Compassion pays no part... neither does time nor forgiveness. When southerners complained about Judge Roy Moore's indiscretions 40 years ago, the answer was It's not WHEN it happened. It's THAT it happened. Forgiveness and revenge are the warring parties. Neither has a time limit. You have to choose your side.

Revenge is called Justice by those seeking it. But there’s a difference. If the city doesn’t repair a street pothole, and I break my ankle stepping in it… the two hundred grand I get for pain, lost work, hospital bills, is justice… but it’s not revenge.

My daily fantasies about what to do with people who annoy me are REVENGE fantasies. They have nothing to do with justice. The death penalty… the Iraqi war… the loss of jobs… loss of status… loss of face of Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacy… these are revenge… nothing to do with justice… no matter what it’s called.

As long as we can’t separate justice from revenge we’ll have never-ending revenge. As long as we have a criminal revenge system masquerading as a criminal justice system… we will have ever escalating crime and punishment.

So step back… take a breath… check your motives. If you don’t… I will kill you.

--end--

NOTE: If you're interested in my travel blog, you can read it at mykelsdiary.blogspot.com. I have another blog of short interesting things at: http://mykelsclippings.blogspot.com. And finally, my oldies from last century are slowly being scanned and uploaded to: http://mykelsoldies.blogspot.com/

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ENDNOTES: [You can contact me on facebook or by email at god@mykelboard.com. Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available. Subscribe to the MYKEL'S READERS Yahoo group readmboard-subscribe@yahoogroups.com]

-→Unintentional revenge dept: A hunter in Easton Maryland shot a flying Canada goose on Feb. 1 of this year. When it fell, it hit the hunter, Robert Meilhammer, landing on his head and knocking him out. It also dislodged two of his teeth. As of now, Meilhammer is in stable condition after being airlifted to a hospital.

-->Right again dept: A few blogs ago I wrote about how the only solution to the Harassment® problem was gender apartheid. Now I read that one of Hillary Clinton's aide stands accused of harassing a co-worker, “he rubbed her shoulders inappropriately, kissed her on the forehead” Rubbed her shoulders?

I accuse the entire nation of France of harassment! Fire 'em all! Whenever I meet one, they hug MY WHOLE BODY!! And worse than that, they give me an inappropriate kiss... two of them... one on each cheek! Harassment if I've ever seen it! Fire the lot!




-->Speaking of shoulder rubs dept: I wonder if German Chancellor Angela Merkel is going to demand that GWB be fired... whoops, he already WAS fired.

-->Intentional Revenge Dept: I wrote about how those who planned the downfall of Alabama judge Roy Moore used accusations 30 years old to attack him. The revengers seem, in typical revenge fashion, to have gotten even more than they hoped for. The judge is broke and destitute... appealing for funds. I'll probably throw the guy ten bucks. 


LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:

I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.


Here's a start: 

  • And another Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com
  • Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency
  • Sometimes I contribute to an interesting multi-talented blog called OgFomK Arts see me there!
  • And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.