Moo
Cows in most sectors of the Homeland – tend to just do what they’re supposed do. Graze – shit – graze again – watch The Voice
more than twice… and moo.
If God had wanted us to make something of ourselves…he wouldn’t have created cancer couches.
Yawwn. Moo.
If the Devil had wanted us to get off our cancer filled couches and do something evil – he wouldn’t have made Christina Aguilera the protector of all things offensive to women and little girls.
Which is why Hillary and Madeleine Albright so love killing women and little girls…we’re damned on our couches – and we’re damned off of them too. The Devil sure is a crafty bastard.
Moo.
“But why cows and not sheeple Lens dude?” Why the hell not…
Some dare to be different when describing We the Patriot Acted. 
Mmmooo.
In other related cow-like news…the Seattle Police Department has subpoenaed all known video of the May Day riots – that did occur upon some of Seattle’s windows. Thank God the fake riot was on May Day, and not you know, like May 3rd or something.
Chewing…chewing…Moo.
I suppose Seattle PD’s hunt for all known jar tossers and window smashers who wore black – is better than the Border Patrol’s hunt for the terrorist Pashto speaking interlopers of Forks, Washington – who when caught – always only seem to speak Spanish.
Telling…but I’m not in charge of spending kamillions of dollars on useless federal outposts. For more on what happens near expensive while useless federal outposts – ask the Lakotah.
For less – watch The Voice. 
Moo.
Why cant the Seattle PD expand it’s hunt for law breakers? Donald Rumsfeld sailed to Alaska from Seattle!…just last year! Yet – no subpoenaing did in fact occur. Why cant the Seattle PD look into the Spokane PD? And why won’t the Spokane PD look into Seattle? Crimes have been committed – jurisdictions and
city limits be damned!
There’s police brutality here, there’s police brutality there…the CIA just thwarted the FBI’s underwear!
Moo? Yes, yes – moo.
There are war crimes on the Teabangers watch, and there are war crimes while the Democrats sit back and watch. Fukushima is as done and over as, say…the Seattle Police Department says it is?
If Tuesday is in fact the day after Monday…then tomorrow should bring us the ridiculous spelling of Wednesday – which is of course the harbinger of Thursday, that always leads to Friday and it’s definition of when to use deadly force.
Chewing, farting – farting while chewing
moo.
First They Come for Your Ski Boat
Gratitude doesn’t grow on trees – it uses the anti-war movement to get a new contract.
Good times gone and you missed them
Common sense used to be passed out at Easter – then it went the way of white flour food.
Good times gone, but you feed it
Just planted sperm matters more than a hungry ten-year-old – educated on Kraft.
Hate’s grown strong, you feel you need it
Common sense used to be given out at Passover – then it went the way of Obama’s drones.
First they come for your Ski-Boat
Vote for the corporate party – it’s all that you can do. Democrats love women – Teabangers do too.
Good times gone and you missed them
First they come for your ski-boat, then they come for your truck – then when they take your house…the Seahawks go and draft a complete unknown!
What’s gone wrong in your system?
It’s called gratitude…and that’s right.
Drawing Parallelity
Twittering away my positivity
scanning the globe for commonalities
while fighting my own negativity
realizing it wasn’t me
it was parallelity…
Words. Sometimes they get mistranslated in transit.
I can almost “hear” them.
There’s a strange order to them that has to get out.
I swear that these words have come to me as if by artistic osmosis! Or, perhaps the words came to me during my last journey on a transcendental plane. (I’m a frequent flyer)
Maybe the words found me as I walked through my local co-op gauntlet of shame…wearing my slave labor made Walmart jeans?
16 Dollars yo!
Slowly – painfully, it becomes obvious that the sound and the flow aren’t really mine…they’re Soundgarden’s.
Drawing Parallelity
it’s a lot like Drawing Flies.
A whole lot.
So um – never mind.
Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes
With x’s in my eyes and drawing flies
– Cornell/Cameron, Soundgarden
Three Idiots Create a Masterpiece
What the fuck else can you say?
In the Air Force we were pretty heavy into the Metallica, Slayer and yes…Iron Maiden.
Bon Jovi never willingly entered our conscious state. Sure we were drunk for most of our tours – but even hammered, there just wasn’t any room for them.
Two other non-metal/rock crews did breach our inner sanctum of pretend badassness…Public Enemy and the Beastie Boys. Protecting the early Homeland from the pre-Bush evildoers, was wrought with poor choices, even worse decisions and drunken parties. But that’s another post.
I’m not still rockin’ to the Maiden – Metallica? Sure. Slayer here and there and Public Enemy maybe even more so today.
The Beastie Boys? They never left. 25 years later – and I can think of no greater compliment than that.
Since there are too many great tunes and videos to choose from…sit back and enjoy one of Adam’s last ones.
Rest easy MCA – I think you accomplished what you came here to do. And thanks…
The Blue Tarp Manifesto
Most of the humans in my shallow gene pool belong to the Blue Tarp Tribes of northern Michigan, Kentucky, and may Joseph Stalin help us – Florida. There are small bands of us in Indiana, Baaston and the French-speaking areas of Canadia. Needless to say – we talk funny, and if God hadn’t invented the spell checker on my email machine…I’d still be buying my porn in a brown paper bag in downtown Spokane.
Now just imagine that I’m probably the lone self-appointed “smart” one. I may have traveled more and not married my cousin…but the blue tarp is still strong with me.
My name isn’t Earl – but there are about 194 million Randy’s with us…
Earl’s Randy, is as good a reason as any, as to why we’ll never crack the secret clique of the two-party system. We’ll never occupy our way to justice, affordable healthy food, or even see a Bush family member pay for what they’ve done.
Sure we can blame Randy and my blue tarp people for many of our ills. For example, I still, haven’t found a magic, email machine button that places, a fornicating fucking comma, where it’s needed…not where, it’s wanted. Of course I skipped English in every state I went to school in. But this is why in addition to my email machine…about 14 minutes later – God went ahead and created Arizona too.
The blue tarp of freedom covered my roof, carried my stuff and at times – acted as a contraceptive. Like Chuck Norris says, safe sex isn’t always smart…or even enjoyable.
I’m the self-appointed “smart” one.
We of the great Blue Tarp Tribes eked out livings as janitors, mechanics, addicts and criminals. Hey…don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.
There was always plenty of canned beans, Spam and squirrel to eat, but never enough beer and cigarettes. But at some point in our history, Reagan’s full diaper trickled down upon us, and changed all of that for the better.
These days, many of my people still salute the flag, but they don’t know how to read it. They can’t afford the beans, or the Spam, and the squirrel’s have all gone the way of the polar bear. Our blue tarps have been replaced with camouflaged colored ones – a backhanded salute to our never-ending wars on any motherfucking thing we feel like.
None of us have retirements, health care or dental…but at least our conservative pals in the party of Democrats – keep us in strangely affordable…cigarettes, beer and satellite teevee.
My friends in the Occupy movement wonder why not much is changing. My friends in the anti-war movement wondered the same thing. My friends and family under their camouflaged tarps, don’t wonder about anything beyond the skin color of Kim Kardashian and or her ass. 
Maybe we self-appointed smart ones…is aren’t aint so smart?
When only seven people show up to block coal trains, don’t blame your message delivery system – blame the semi-breathable air.
Maybe I should have given Hüsker Dü a chance…
When a handful of terrified kids at Sullfolk University first find out about Obama’s National Defense Authorization Act, they’re understandably horrified. When you then remind then of Bush’s Patriot Acts, torture and wars for Lockheed Martin with no end…you can almost see the Kardashian glaze come over them.
When the kids in black break the windows of Nike…while wearing Nike’s, don’t blame Nike, blame Clinton’s gun removal program. Or Reagan’s diaper. It doesn’t really matter.
I should have pledged my allegiance…much harder.
When Obama’s Guantanamo and the rule of law is enforced upon us…but not the ‘forward‘ thinkers, go ahead and blame MoveOn.org, not the idiot rubes of the Teabanging Party.
Have you just found out about Homeland Security and it’s desire to invade your National Parks? Thanks for your concern…but it’s already too late. See the glorious Homeland Sector near you for more. And then kill your Twitter account.
Pesticide-free shade grown coffee and Spanish-free picked apples – though rare, do happen.
Huh. Maybe my Blue Tarp Tribe had it right along. Sure they’re inbred half-wits who fear skin color more than the end of Spam’s affordability… But I’m certain, that when the Starbucks and Costco’s are all gone, there won’t be much room
under our impervious to everything
now fancy and camouflaged colored
the big-blue tarp of phreedum.
Hope you enjoyed the Blue Tarp Manifesto.
I know a few of my cousins did.
We wish y’all good luck.
Wisdom Perceived
In every group of gathered humans – there are always one or two individuals that stand out. Their perceived wisdom sets them apart.
Wisdom stands out amongst the thousands of faces
as long as you’re looking for it.
If you’re in the business of storytelling in Seattle, you’re either Sherman Alexie, or you’re a journalist. Sherman gets paid to tell a pretty good story…while the journalists get paid to do the same.
During Seattle’s May Day protests, marches and rallies, if you were a journalist, you more than likely were following those kids dressed in black – who you knew thought might break some windows or use some poopy fucking language.
That’s waiting for the story to occur, before it does, because you knew that it would. That’s good storytelling…and that’s journalism.
If the journalists had written their stories about broken windows on April 30th, none of us would be the wiser. It’s much easier to write about a story the day before said story actually occurs, and besides, sometimes a guy will even lick a blue tree for ya, and you’ve got to be ready for that. 
Perceived wisdom…looking for some journalism.
Like most other days, months and years in Seattle, the gathered journalists, photographers and their lazier counterparts known simply as Joel Connelly…did wait for the story that they knew would occur, to simply write itself. Which leads us to the obvious conclusion – that if the “window breakers” wore bright yellow clothes…would the story that the gathered journalists knew would occur, even before it actually occurred – have actually been a story that occurred?
Searching for wisdom…in a sea of journalism perceived.
For proof that some windows do in fact break, when they are in fact not yet broken!, do read more about windows and how they can break…right here. It’s no Pulitzer winner, but it is a lot like Joel Connelly…who as luck would have it, wrote about the Anarchist’s and their penchant for breaking windows! Too?!
No pretend left turns
For more storytelling on how windows do break, read
Joel’s missive here.
For news on how many of your tax dollars it takes to fight the never-ending Bush wars for Boeing, by a Nobel Peace Prize winner
– don’t read Joel.
For word on why the Seattle PD and the FBI will spare no expense in the hunt for a window breaker…but not waste a second looking for Patty Murray’s stance on the never-ending Bush wars for Boeing, by a Nobel Peace Prize winner – do read about John Yoo and his freedom right over here.
For more on why the broken windows of Anarchy!, are I guess, like Anarchy, check out the “incredible story” about the windowless White House Situation Room and its fantastical properties of secretive tomfoolery! If Brian Williams had said any more about it…Al Roker would have had to kill us.
Searching the sea of wisdom perceived…journalism has a story to tell.
Ahh the wisdom of perceived journalism. It’s smart, like reading Joel while watching New Girl…when we should clearly just be watching Raising Hope.
Wisdom stands out amongst the thousands of faces
as long as you’re looking for it.
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Red White and Blue bloc
Sometimes I like to imagine what the daydreams of Noam Chomsky must be like. Can Noam reach Howard Zinn in that other dimension…where they discuss whether or not Lou Dobbs could be any more retarded?
Oh to be a neurotransmitter in that discussion.
No doubt, many of us in the Blaine Sector of the Glorious Homeland, have read the news of shattered windows in Seattle. On the radio, teevee and the intertubes…pundits did wax politically, even though they’re not pundits, and they’re certainly not qualified to wax anything more than Ciscoe’s upper thighs.
Like the breathless reportage of Seattle’s broken windows by the kids in black…journalism in Seattle, is a bit like gardening with Ciscoe’s upper thighs. No self-respecting journalist wants to admit that they’ve been near Ciscoe’s upper thighs, yet we still get to hear from them anyway. 
It was mayhem! Stinky mayhem! As the horse cops shit all over downtown Seattle! Yet women and children somehow still marched – peacefully! Then? It rained!
So far today, none of the Ciscoe hair trimmers have mentioned how much the BushBama wars have cost you.
In fact, no Ciscoe thigh tweezer will ever mention how Boeing is to Wall Street, as Lockheed Martin is to Bank of America, as Apple is to Guantanamo.
But they broke windows at Niketown! And the Mayors house too! It’s true. Vandalism sucks. Though the illegal wars, torture, Hanford and war profiteering sucks more.
A black bloc is the least of our worries
it’s the red, white and blue bloc of Northrop Grumman
that should bother us.
The Vigilant Lens 