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Well, if you got here via the bi-chromatic Universe and "Dez", thanks. Their being available means they can be rented out, so to say, to vendors. For example, they'd be great in promoting pastries. Kids love cookies, so do adults. As for that ascending numeral three, it came about by way of ignorance. More than once, I'd see that same numeral with wings or a halo or both even on this or that pickup truck. And, dumb me, I'd think they were like golden horse shoes or four-leaf clovers ... good luck charms. It wasn't until later, I found out those threes are meant to commemorate one posthumously charismatic NASCAR driver. To inspire all those signs of grief, that guy might've had the makings for ... well, that's likely better left to the intuition of NASCAR votaries.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

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.

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4 Comments:

Blogger Greg said...

Alexander: You've crossed the line with me. It seems like the only thing you're interested in is getting attention for your blog. Remember? When I sent that email to some of my friends, you decided to forward all of them some excerpt. That was very rude of you. I can't believe you did that. It seems like you have no respect for peoples' privacy. I demand an apology.

5:18 AM  
Blogger he who is known as sefton said...

. . . sorry about that . . .

for my part, Greg, I dearly wish you had appended your comment to my "sweetest nookie" post . . .

I have a hunch that's what's incited your ire . . .

toodles

6:04 PM  
Blogger Greg said...

Alexander: I've had some problems, both in my personal life and heathwise lately. I'm sorry for the outburst. Hopefully, I'll get back to blogging soon.

toodles, greg.

10:40 AM  
Blogger Douglas V. Gibbs said...

Who cares. Fish for as many hits as you want. I do for mine. It's the way of the world. I want it all!

8:45 AM  

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