food for thought, courtesy STINKER

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This graphic pretty much summarizes my proposed CONCEPT for a nine/eleven memorial. Towards the end of this post, the graphic is repeated, with some of the symbolism explained. For now, first-time visitor, who I hope will become a devoted fan, you're invited to enjoy a leisurely stroll.

Maybe, the print in the graphic is proving a tad hard to read. If so, one needs only to click on it, and the graphic will appear enlarged.

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oh, well, maybe, I truly am a stinker . . . at any rate, in the nostrils of the three academicians, mentioned in the graphic. I'm ready to bet my five doughnuts to somebody's three that a speed bump, if not worse, was placed in their career path by my posing a certain question, which is quoted in the post just underneath.

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And that question was, and I quote, "Is (?) there any Muslim in the world, even capable of introspection!
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One might say it was very gratuitous of me to do so. After all, none of them did me an injury of any sort. And what did I do? I made sure neither perfesser will live down the fiasco I brought down on their head.

Maybe, I should express a little regret for what I did. But I won't. To my way of thinking, they should've known they were playing with cognitive nitroglycerin . . . aaay, you, whyz.ache.err, don'cha dare "dead eye" me . . . c'mon, those perfessers are free and white and well over twenty-one.

If their degrees were worth the sheep skin, on which they're printed, those academicians should've been aware that explosion was not only possible, but likely . . . ah, yes, my little chick-a-dees, INEVITABLE, even.

. . . wood'ja (?) buh-leave! Could it be? That comment should sway them into wondering whether they have some pyschological quirk in common with the late Lenny Bruce. Speaking strictly for myself, I'm sure I can be persuaded into believing that Lenny knew he was going to die well before his time, were he to continue his cultural pioneering.

As if to secure my bet, I took out an ad in the student-published newspaper for Binghamton University. It's to the left of the assertion: "Ain't (?) I a stinker!"

Did I stop there? HECK NO! I dropped off copies of the graphic at the front desk for The PRESS & SUN-BULLETIN . . . goin' be interesting to see how the event gets treated in the pages of this regional paper of record.

Yes and yes, I am quite pleased with my handiwork. What's more, I'm pleased, even when I should feel sad by the loss of a friend . . . refer comments appended to this post. . . . oh, well, we all gotta do what we gotta do.

toodles


oh, well, I suppose visitors are entitled to some explanation for the presence of that rather funky graphic, just above this paragraph.

Here's what happened. I was expecting to read a "follow-up" account of the event, mentioned in the second from the top graphic. Well, it didn't appear. When I visited the office of PIPE DREAM, which by the way is the student-published twice-weekly for Binghamton University in upstate New York, I was told that article was scheduled for later on in the week.

again with the doughnuts bet . . . while I was going through the paperwork for another ad in that paper, I commented on why my question had proven so disruptive. In the event that article does appear, I'm willing to wager my five doughnuts to somebody's three that comment will be quoted, in one way or other.

In the meanwhile, visitors may as well enjoy a piece of mine that deals with the spate of homicidal bombings by suicidal gollums. For the freedom to publish that piece and Jake's piece, a debt of gratitude to Lenny Bruce.

As for that latter piece, one needs only click on this hyperlink ======> jay and fitz and kay spell poison



oh, well, again, maybe, I should be a tad put-out. While I was in the office for PIPE DREAM, filling out the paperwork for a "follow-up" on the "3 perfessers", I was told that a follow-up piece to the "anxiety" piece would appear by the date, mentioned in the graphic just above this paragraph.

. . . oh, yeah, I'm making that particular graphic do duty for the one I was hoping would've appeared in that issue. Just so happens, the "religious holiday" squib comes closest to even approaching the text anticipated.

Quite frankly, I'd consider wagering my five doughnuts to somebody's three that follow-up piece will appear neither this following Tuesday nor the Friday following. The subject the three perfessers were foolhard enough to raise is, indeed, proving to be "cognitive nitroglycerin". Darn them, for being so purblind with self-importance that they became reckless line-crossers.

Wood'jah (?) buh-leave! I feel some sympathy for those academics. Depending on one's point of view, I labor under either the appalling or animating mirage that lines are meant to be crossed, even if only rhetorically.

In the next few paragraphs, I hope to discharge my duty as the "stable boy, who unhorsed three knights with one sweep of a muck rake". For that, I'm beginning with a rhetorical riff on how gollums excuse their murdering peaceable civilians in their consecrated endeavour to exact "legitimate vengeance".

. . . oh, how regretful, those people were in the way. One should hope they met the Almighty Judge and Ruler with pure souls . . .

Okay, now let's consider the topic, mentioned in that second from the topmost graphic, specifically ISRAEL. As I remember the occasion, the three perfessers devoted some time to denouncing the incursion into Lebanon by the Israeli military. Now that I think about it, I can't recall any use of the word "disproportionate". However, I think one of them did allude to my "plan B" reader's letter . . . "mis-calculated" . . . ah, yeah.

Here's something they should consider for meditation.

How (?) did it happen that Lebanon ended up IN THE WAY!

How (?) should the blame for that unfortunate happenstance be apportioned.

Okay, I think I did the minimum duty required of me.

And now, I want to muse a little about what I learned, while channel surfing. For a moment, I paused on the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC channel. According to one savant with some good physical evidence to affirm his hypothesis, our earth is one humongous nuclear reactor.

Deep within mother earth's core, uranium is undergoing a process that's providing our earth with life-sustaining heat. From what I gathered, once that reactor goes dead, so does life on earth. And our lovely blue marble will become literally the "third rock" from the sun..

Here's what grabbed my attention. The guy has absolutely no idea about how long that reactor will be furnishing that life-sustaining heat . . . maybe, a hundred years, maybe, a billion.

Over the past several centuries, humanity has bloodied the pages of history with disputes over religion.

And if our earth does indeed become literally the third rock from the sun, humanity dies out, and so do all the disputes over religion, land, water, gold, national prestige, etc . . . oh, such a nice future to anticipate!

. . . by the bye, for something that I think is worthy of contemplation, click on this hyperlink
=====> corleone manifesto




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Most likely, Jenna is an earnest-enough bright young thing, eager to begin her career in journalism. She may even dream of outshining, some fine day, Barbara Walters. Truth be told, the rest of her piece can recapped with the riff: "happy, happy, joy, joy". As I read the piece, I had a hunch the people at that dinner were minding their peaze and cues, as they scomped their peas and carrots.

Well, I suppose one should congratuate those people for diplomacy, especially when steak knives might all too readily to hand. For a moment, let's speculate on what might've happened, had my good buddy whyz.ache.err been in attendance . . . oh, br'dah, I can hear him now.

"ya'wanna know what smell I associate with dat bin Ladin gorpe . . . lemme tell'ya, camel . . . whenever I see his ugly puss with that towel wrapped around his head, he makes me think A-rabs go around on camels . . . whenever they wanna go shopping for cucumbers and prayer rugs, dey jump on their camel, and ride to dah nearest flea market."

Ahemm, ahemm, of course, nowadays, Arabs are much likely to climb into their S.U.Vees, and cruise to the nearest mall to shop for cucumers and prayer rugs.

This might be an appropriate point for me to re-print the reader's letter I submitted to the good students, who labor mightily on The PIPE DREAM, which is in this colour text:


"Depending on point of view, I either torpedoed the recent panel on Israel, or ruined same with a stink bomb. I asked the question, and I'm quoting, "Is there any Muslim in the world capable of introspection?".

"As perturbed certain Muslims were with me, they should've been even more perturbed with the "perfessers" on that panel. Whatever their intention, whatever their capacity, none of the perfessers named even one such Muslim.

"After questions from the audience, I spoke with a couple Muslim students . . . gotta' admit, the conversations proved enlightening. For my part, I tried to acquaint them with a singular fact of history.

"Between the end of the Second World War in Europe and the United Nations' partition of Palestine, Arab Islam was presented with a "once-in-a-millennium" opportunity. Anyway, in a reader's letter to The PRESS & SUN-BULLETIN, I mused what might've happened, had that opportunity been seized.

"Maybe, instead of a Neil being the first human being to walk on the moon, it might've been a Mohammad. Funny how things work out. Ramadan begins with a sighting of the moon, which just happens to be a monument to American infidel technology.

"toodles"


Here's an observation about bin Ladin, which should embarrass the average Muslim, who happens to be capable of introspection. Whenever that camel jocket opens his big bazoo, he's talking out his ass, which happens to be a relic from the 15th (fifteenth) century . . . ah, yes, my little chick-a-dees, let's face facts. This particular holy warrior came on the scene about 600 (six hundred) years too late.

He should've been around, when the Spanish monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella were expelling the Moors.



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I guess this is as good a time as any to explain some of the symbolism, inherent in my proposal for a nine/eleven memorial. First off, that "circled A" detail is a royalty-free photo of the moon. The "circled D" and "circled E" details represent, respectively, a male and female forearm.

Okay, here's where it gets a tad convoluted. Note the green colour of these last two details. That's meant to recall the copper green of the State of Liberty, located on Liberty Island in Upper New York Bay. If any statue in the world is evocative of these United States of America, then surely it's got to be that statue.

As those two details in the above graphic hold aloft that huge model of the moon, here's the message that's meant to be conveyed. The moon is now a monument to American infidel technology.

toodles

EPIMETHEAN COMMENT ====>

Elsewhere, I hint at the motivation behind the undertaking of the 9/11 assault on this country. According to certain apologists for the gollums, albeit misguided, their assault accentuated the resentment, arising from so many "legitimate grievances".

Well, maybe, had those gollums exercised a little introspection, they might've considered targets, more to the point of the bona fide grievances. In that case, they might've tried ramming those airliners into facilities of this country's NATIOINAL AERONAUTICS and SPACE ADMINISTRATION.

. . . just for the heck of it . . .

The way human nature works, the Arabs will fault the Jews for failing to heed God's command. As far fetched as that future canard goes, it will intensity to the point of lunacy. The Jews were sent by God and commanded by God to help the Arabs claim the moon for Islam, thus salvaging Arab prestige.

In response, the Jews will express abject regrets for such shameful failure . . . imagine, slighting (!) the Deity. Their excuse being, the Jews were too busy thwarting annihilation by the very people they were supposed to be helping claim the moon for Islam.

cowboy bob as "Robert Duvall"

The above graphic shows a reader's letter of mine that was published in the regional newspaper of record. After some thought, I began conjecturing I should refresh my credentials as an adamantly adiaphoristic observer, through whose veins course sang froid.

As for the following graphic, it's adduced to clue you, dear Reader and, I hope, devoted fan, in on the unfortunate consequences, stemming from the lack of a well formulated and prudent plan B.

. . . oh, yeah, in the event better legibility is required, one needs only click on the graphic with text.



PRINCIPLE INSPIRES ======>
<== PRACTICALITY REQUIRES

The following, I think, does resonate well with the above reader's letter. Anyway, here's text I left in the comment section of another blog, and I quote myself this way:

"Unlike Americans with their Bible-thumping jackasses, we bar our Qu'ran-thumping jackasses from dragging us into ill-advised war. Had we known before about the abductions, we would've forwarded the appropriate authorities. Even though they may be a minority in their own country, everything should be done to spare those Palestinians and Lebanese, who seek only to purse a decent life,the horrors of ill-advised war."

For no particular reason, I appended the above graphics and text to this post. However, there is a darn good reason for appending "sefton's easter egg" at the end of this post. I reckon it's only fair-minded of me to adduce an APOLOGIA for why I asked such a question of Professors Bix and Petras and Quataeret.

. . . oh, yeah, I would still appreciate the visitor's perusing the text that precedes the easter egg.

. . . oh, alright (!) already, maybe, I shouldn't pick on such an engaging and impressive actor. Nonetheless, I believe my purposes for the following essay are best served by presenting the visitor a dollop of alluring metaphor. Rather recently, Robert Duvall has become noted for being the mainstay in several western movies

. . . oh, yes, at one time, the three major television networks, when they truly were major, ladled out generous portions of "ride, rape and revenge". I was enthralled by PALADIN . . . "swear by the vultures" . . . oh, br'dah, "oat burners", "horse operas".

. . . ya'know, about the only Western I can recall as being set in the then present day was SKY KING . . . at the time, I considered his niece Kelly as nice eye-candy, but the why for my doing so eluded my comprehension . . .

So far as I can recall, all the other teevee westerns were set in times, people got about on horseback, or in horse-drawn vehicles. Mr Duvall's latest remarkable western BROKEN TRAIL is set around the 1890s. In this instance, the "mcguffin" for the piece is a herd of 500 horses, which is to be driven from Oregon to Wyoming.

I'm not sure, but I think the "chuck wagon" was drawn by a pair of horses. For no particular reason, I recall them as being well working draft animals. Now, let's suppose one of those animals were sickly. In that case, the cook, who drove the chuck wagon, would become increasingly frustrated, as the distance between himself and the herd grew.

And that means that both of those draft animals are required to be good shape, if the pair are to prove well working.

The topic of horses reminds of a clip, which gets shown every often on TURNER CLASSIC MOVIES. In the clip, director Sydney Pollack elucidates the difference between "letter box" and "pan and scan". With letter-box, the teevee screen shows all the elements in the scene that the movie director wants the viewer to see, even though some of the top and bottoms portions of the screen are blacked out.

With pan-and-scan, the whole teevee screen is filled, but the side portions of the original screen are reduced.

In the movie BEN HUR, the title character played by Charlton Heston is driving a chariot that is drawn by four horses. And he's racing several other chariot drivers. Anyway, in illustrating the difference between the ways of presenting the movie on the teevee screen, Mr Pollack has the viewer see four horses with letter box, and only three horses with pan-and-scan.

Okay, here's where this post jumps off into some deep water.

Now, let's take the chariot as representing our national economy. And each of the three horses is meant to meant to represent an influence on that economy.

One horse can be meant to represent the Federal Reserve, the board of directors of which sets the interest rates, at which banks lend money.

The other horse can be meant to represent the federal government, which can significantly influence the economy by such means as prompt disaster relief.

And then, the last horse that can consigned to representing the tax code. In this instance, one must remember that "the power to tax is the power to destroy".

And that means that all three horses, providing they're pulling in tandem, can pull the economy forward.

. . . yeah and yeah again, it would be pretty easy to insert all kinds of other considerations into the metaphor. For now, however, let's stick with getting the economy forward. . . .

At this point, let's recapitulate. The chariot stands for the economy, and the three horses stand for influences on the economy. aaaay! What about the charioteer? I mean the person driving the rig.

As an answer to my own rhetorical question, I propose that the charioteer can represent economic theory.

. . . okay, my little chick-a-dees, get ready for another leap into even deeper water. Click on this hyperlink ========> bubba da prez.

toodles

. . . sefton's easter egg . . .

Blame it all on my admiration for Lenny Bruce as an audacious cultural pioneer, along with my distaste for his wrong-headed notion that his pioneering required self-destruction.

Yes, I asked that question, and I'm quoting,

. . . "Is (?) there any Muslim in the world capable of introspection!" . . .

oh, yeah, I suppose I should describe the cause for, depending on one's point of view, my either torpedoing that presentation or ruining same with a stink bomb, ah, speaking metaphorically.

Somehow, I feel that a higher priority is, rather, my noting just how upset were three Muslims I know of. From what I can tell the implicit point of the presentation was a stinging critique of the Jewish state. And those particular Muslims were there to savor that critique. Likely enough, those three professors had been taken to be knights in shining armour, ready and able and eager to slay the dragon.

Imagine their shock, as they watched those knights get unhorsed by a stable boy with one sweep of a muck rake.

Here's what gets me. The re-action that I as the figurative stable boy could be summarized in the catcall "despicable". Putting that stable boy in his place required just one of those professors to reel off the name of just one Muslim, whom he knew was capable of introspection.

And not one of them did so.

. . . gotta' admit . . . I do feel a little sympathy for the aforementioned Muslims . . . one of them was concerned enough to request a talk with that stable boy at the conclusiion of the presentation . . . and I did so . . . heck, I even gave him my business card

. . . gotta' admit . . . the conversation was enlightening . . . well, for me it was . . . I can't say so for the other guy . . .

. . . ya'know, here's the irony . . . had that question been tossed in my face, I would've been able to produce the name of one Muslim, who proved worthy of being known for introspection.

. . . I guess I don't known when I'm well off, the visitor is hereby directed to click on the following hyperlink ====> sweetest nookie.

sweetest nookie

Wood'jah (?) buh-leave! The cultural significance of Lenny Bruce fueled the bitterest dispute I ever had with Avram. Elsewhere in this blog, I've written about the latter man.

These days, I whinge, whenever I recall the couple years I spent, trying to make it in stand-up comedy. I whinge even more, when I recall how I billed myself, "Lenny Bruce LITE" . . . oh, br'dah, what (?) was I thinking!

. . . the last time I got frisked by a cop, she was at least 5'10'' (I like'em tall), and just out of the police academy, and built for sin, I mean SERIOUS sin . . . lemme tell'ya, her face went beet red, when she--never mind!

It should be easy to infer that Avram regarded Lenny as an abomination.

As for me, I still chuckle, when I read Lenny's "'to' is a preposition" riff. That's how much of an innovator he was. I think that particular routine got him hauled up before the judge on charges of "public obscenity". Today, of course, shtick like that is rube roast on The COMEDY CENTRAL cable channel.

Compared to how Islam, in Avram's opinion, spent centuries vandalizing the holy writ of older religions, Lenny figured as only a minor abomination. The way Avram described the process. It began with how the Qu'ran's version of Christ's birth differs markedly from that in the Christian New Testament.

Later on, Muslim scholars would claim they had rebutted the Old Testament account of Abraham's obedience to the Almighty. Instead of Isaac, so those scholars claimed, Abraham had, by the Almighty, been commanded to sacrifice Ishmael, his other and older son. Incidentally, according to the Old Testament, as written in the original Hebrew, Ishmael went on to be the patriarch of the Arabs.

. . . ya'know, one might think that this Muslim attempt to somehow elevate Ishmael above Isaac would've infuriated Avram . . . aaay, now that I think about it . . . I do recall how vehemently he expressed his displeasure . . . oh, yeah, I think I'm recalling the occasion, when we got our hands on six-packs of IRON CITY. Any other time, Avram would let it pass with a dismissive snort.

Somewhere along the way, Avram might've immersed himself in Jungian psychology. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't be surprised, if he had actually helped Jung formulate the theory of "racial memory".

. . . oh, yeah, you, the person who's reading this post on the monitor, look about ever so discreetly, it's advisable that you let what's on the monitor stay on the monitor . . .

Anyway, Avram imparted to me in the strictest confidence that he was absolutely positive that Muslims, especially Arab Muslims, are "sensitive" about the status of Hagar, who was Ishmael's mother and Abraham's concubine . . . aaay, you, whyz.ache.err, gimme some credit for diplomacy here, will'ya (?) puh-lease!

Perhaps, it's that sensitivity that impelled the vandalization in question.

. . . oh, br'dah, it's a good bet that, were Lenny around today . . . AND IN HIS PRIME . . . he'd have a field day . . .

. . . darn, darn, if only there were somebody, who could channel Lenny. In that case, we could be treated to something like so:

" . . . ba'da'bing . . . over the years, those Muslims have been trying to spruce up their branch of OUR . . . I can say "our" because I'm a nice jewish boy . . . our family tree by monkeying with the holy writ of older religions . . .

". . . aaay, c'mon, Muslims, knock it off . . . you have no business monkeying around with the Talmud . . . ah, the Old Testament, nor even the New Testament, for that matter . . .

" . . . lemme tell'ya, it's downright embarrassing . . . it's like wetbacks trying to pass themselves off as relations of Candace Bergen because her connection with some ship that brought over the Pilgrims . . . well, I for one enjoyed her television portrayal of the MAYFLOWER madam . . . aaay, you Muslims, yer like making a joke of your own religion . . .

" . . . if ya'wanna monkey around like that, do so with your own holy writ . . . how'z'bout (?) sticking something like this in your Qu'ran . . .

"'Even though Abraham had tossed Hagar out of his tent, he kept in touch.
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Whenever Abraham found himself toting serious wood, he'd consort with Hagar, who was the sweetest nookie he had ever scompt.'"

In the movie ARROW, "Toriano" as played by Jack Palance incites an uprising by tribe of Apache native Americans. The antagonist to that character is played by Charlton Heston.

Evidently afflicted by Asperberger's Syndrome, Heston's character has, with one exception, failed miserably to win over either Apache or white as a friend. Heston's character has an interesting background, having been raised by the Apaches in question. Upon his reaching adulthood, he and the tribe parted ways.

What I like about the guy is the cool manner in which he "owns" his background. "While you were learning your ciphers, I was learning how to slit a man's throat so it would take him twenty-four hours to die."

ARROW has the aspect of a detective story, in that it's up to Heston's character to discover how Toriano could motivate the tribe to go on the warpath. Suddenly, it comes to him. "It was never talked about. It was painted on a rock. It was chanted in a chant."

Heston's character is referring to the legend of the "invincible one", who would lead his people to victory, ever lasting.

LYE'KAH BOLT AH'DA'DAH BLUE

Avram would allude to an event that I was given to infer could be described as a "second crucifixion". In time, so Avram avouched, American Christians would, ah, maybe way in the back, worship alongside Jews at the Western Wall. Those Americans would be there to pray at the site, where was forged that profoundly mystical bond between Israel and their country.

. . . I wonder does (?) does the forging of such a bond require a human sacrifice . . .

Whenever I would hear Avram spout off like that, I'd figure the COORS had induced a short circuit, or two, in his brain. One time, sensing a chance to get him to say something completely "off the wall", I asked him just what (?) the hell was he talking about. He did not disappoint me.

From what I can recall, I could swear he was talking like some sort of native American shaman . . . something about "places of spirit".

For my part, I remember reading passages in that piece of bald-faced propaganda by Leon Uris. Maybe, in an attempt to salvage what remained of that "once-in-a-millennium" opportunity, the monarch of Jordan met with emissaries of the Israeli government. The conflict between Arab and Jew could, so the monarch proposed, be resolved by the Israelis' agreeing to subordinate themselves under his protection.

Speaking for the Israeli government, Golda Meir rejected the proposal. Not too long after that, the monarch met up with Allah on the Temple Mount, through assassination by some fervid Palestinian partisan.

. . . oh, yeah, I gotta admit. This later profoundly mystical bond fits more easily within Avram's category of thought than mine. Maybe, I'm stubborn, mule-headed even. I remain adamantly adiaphoristic. I still say, "It's a matter for psychology".

toodles

As a service for two groups people, who've gotten tnis far, here are two tips. One, to make the below graphic larger for better legibility, one needs only click on it.

Second, people , who'd like to read a bit more about Lenny Bruce, shall be direced presently to a hyperlink. Before clicking on "more about Lenny", they should be alerted that the post is headed by a rather startling graphic. Please be assured it's there for good purpopse. And now here's the promised hyperlink: more about Lenny.









With regard to the above graphic, it's meant to serve a couple purposes. For one thing, I hope it'll draw casual curious visitors to the text just above. Second, I'd like to stake my claim to a scoop . . . oh, by the bye, I've made sure to give myself plenty of weasel wiggle, so as to gainsay the claim, in the event my harebrained conjecture is proven totally and absolutely and ridiculously mistaken . . . onto the scoop.

I'm willing to wager my five doughnuts to somebody's three felafels that the Iranian nuclear agency is in deep shit. Their special weapons facility at Natanz (Kashan) is in imminent danger of replicating a Chernobyl disaster.

. . . oh, br'dah, talk about silly irony . . . The Iranian ayatollahs had that place built to provide themselves with weapons to polish off some pesky state about three countries over. Never did they dream that their Allah-ordained facility could turn out to be a dagger aimed at the heart of their regime.

. . . gets me . . . the person, who got me thinking about, for a thinking person, such a funny situation was Randi Rhodes, leftie talk-radio loon. According to her, all the stuff that anybody bought ever so clandestinely from some Pakistani grifter for the production of atomic weaponry was, and I'm quoting her, "crap".