GoodGodDamn!

GOODGOD! ©2006 LOKEY
GOODGOD ! DAMN.. UNCLE SAM
YOU GOT MY HANDS ALL TIED UP IN YOUR MASTER PLAN
YOU GOT ONE HAND IN MY POCKET AND THE OTHER ONE IS ON A WARHEAD
SWEET MARY MAGDALENE SISTER SAVE US PLEASE
AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THE IDEA OF LIBERTY

BOMB THOSE LITTLE BROWN BASTARDS IN THE NAME OF SAVING THEIR SOULS
KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU'RE THE INFIDEL MURDERING FOR BLACK GOLD
SCARIN' US INTO FIGHTING TERRORISTS AND NOT THE BATTLE FOR NEW ORLEANS

SWEET MARY MAGDALENE SISTER SAVE US PLEASE
AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THESE IDEAS OF LIBERTY

ONE FATEFUL MORNING I WOKE UP EARLY OUT OF A REALLY SCARY DREAM
A GREAT BIG BLACK BUILDING EXPLODED IN FRONT OF ME
WHILE I CALLED A FRIEND I FELT A GENTLE RAIN THEN HE SAID
"MAN YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHERE THEY JUST CRASHED A COUPLE' PLANES!"

GOODGOD ! DAMN. UNCLE SAM
NOW WE GOT ALL OUR HANDS ALL TIED UP IN YOUR MASTER PLAN
YOU GOT ONE HAND IN MY POCKET
AND THE OTHER ONE IS ON A WARHEAD
OOH! - I MEAN "PEACEKEEPER"

BY THE EARLY MORNING DRIVETIME RADIO HAD READY MIXED
A STEADY DOSE OF PATRIOTIC PAIN
AND EVERY TV SHOWED THE SAME PRE-APPROVED FOOTAGE
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND
OH MAN! THEY'RE JUMPING! HOLDING HANDS!
OH! -VER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN

THE WHOLE COUNTRY CRIED AND RALLIED READY TO FIGHT
FOR ALL OF OUR INNOCENT LIVES WRONGED
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE SUPPOSED TO BE ABOARD THAT PLANE -
THAT DID NOT HIT THE PENTAGON?!
BUT DUDE-THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION AND A BIG …SMOKE …SCREEN
YEAH! YOU THINK THEY WOULDA SHOWED YOU A LITTLE BIT MORE
OF THAT TRAGEDY ON THE TUBE -
"HEY MISTER HOW'S A GREAT BIG PLANE MAKE SUCH A TINY LITTLE HOLE?"
"SON THAT DOES NOT CONCERN YOU"
" - NO WINGS - BODIES -OR SEATS - "
"SON, THE MAN SAID 'MOVE ALONG' "

I THOUGHT GOODGOD ! DAMN. UNCLE SAM
YOU GOT OUR HANDS ALL TIED UP IN YOUR MASTER PLAN
SWEET MARY MAGDALENE SISTER SAVE US PLEASE
AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THIS IDEA OF LIBERTY
SISTER SAVE US PLEASE AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THIS IDEA
OF LIBERTY IN THE LAND OF THE GREED AND THE HOME OF THE SLAVES

BIRKHA BETTI! BOOM!

Birkha Betti - IRAQ’s premier stand up comedienne...
Current mood: ignoring apathy

I just flew in from Fallujah and boy am I glad I have arms! No joke!

I am very progressive. I wanted to join the women's movement,
but I decided to quit getting stoned after college.

A soldier tried to rape me: but he just came in his pants and said
"Mission Accomplished."
I thought that was it, but he's been screwing all my friends ever since.
No joke!

How many troops does it take to occupy Iraq?
Apparently ALL of them! No joke!

A soldier said: "your oil or your life!"
I said: "take my oil!" And then he shot me! No joke!

My cousin Ali wanted to be a stand up comic,
but he got his legs blown off! No joke!

How many Iraqis does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
No one knows. There's no electricity. No joke!

No, really - I love Iraq. Gas is very cheap there.
Unless you count the bodies! No joke!

I was buying a used car and told the salesman:
"This car looks like a lemon."
He said: "no! it's the bomb!" BOOM!

Three insurgents get into a car. BOOM!

A priest and a rabbi walk into a pub in London. BOOM!

A traveling salesman stopped to talk to a farmer. BOOM!

What do you get when you cross a religious fanatic with C4? BOOM!

Why did the chicken cross the road? BOOM!

Six soldiers were torturing the man i've been married to
since i was eleven years old.
a neighbor said, "aren't you going to call for help?"
i said, "no, six should be able to handle it."

sleep yourself smart

Re: A real Superman

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The future of men's minds is known to their superconscious, and reflected from it into their conscious, usually without making any impression upon the brain at all. In the same way the memory of the past development of the human mind is stored in the subconscious.

So long as man remains pre-eminently human man he has to rely for his knowledge upon memory, that is to say the facts that are imprinted upon his physical brain since birth. His knowledge therefor, consists of a mass of facts, statements and ideas communicated to him through other human beings.

As soon as he is able to contact for himself, through concentration, meditation or comtemplation, either deliberate or involuntary, higher dimensions then that of the physical he begins to obtain first-hand information.

He obtains this information in a realm not constricted to words, nor conditioned by time.

This means he can learn information instantaneously, and eventually upon any subject. This means that memory, as we know it, is no longer necessary ! Men will come to realise that instead of having their brains packed with an assortment of facts which they may or may not need, it is better to train the powers of the mind, to develop concentraion and one pointedness ( or the power of tuning up to a certain viberation and sounding it forth steadily for as long as desired, thus contacting everything of affinity with it ) so that they can at any time contact instantaneously knowledge which they definitely require

This may sound a fantastic accomplishment. But man does it at the present time.
Only so far he can tune in merely to those viberations which are already imprinted upon his brain. Someone says'-cornfeild-', for instance. The word sounds its viberation, or number, and the tuning fork in his brain responds by pouring forth in a flood of 'memory' all which was impressed upon it under that particular viberation. Enough to fill a book may be rapidly called forth. where does it all come from ?

However, in this case men will learn nothing new about -cornfeild- he will only mentally reiterate facts that have been stored. whereas if, to set up a certain viberation and hold it poised long enough, he will be able to draw to him (which is a positive not a receptive action) much knowledge which is new to him.

This practice will constitue a large part of men's future mental training, and will take the place of memory. This is one of the foundamental differences between the mind of the future and that of today. Memory will gradually come to be considered as a primitive attribute used by the masses, while intelligentsia employ a less cumbersome road to knowledge.

Eventually, knowledge through meditation will come to be the universal method.

uglyAmericans

Americans:not who we used to be
Current mood: insubordinate

"The claims of these organizers of humanity raise another question which I have often asked them and which, so far as I know, they have never answered: If the natural tendencies of mankind are so bad that it is not safe to permit people to be free, how is it that the tendencies of these organizers are always good? Do not the legislators and their appointed agents also belong to the human race? Or do they believe that they themselves are made of a finer clay than the rest of mankind? The organizers maintain that society, when left undirected, rushes headlong to its inevitable destruction because the instincts of the people are so perverse. The legislators claim to stop this suicidal course and to give it a saner direction. Apparently, then, the legislators and the organizers have received from Heaven an intelligence and virtue that place them beyond and above mankind; if so, let them show their titles to this superiority. They would be the shepherds over us, their sheep. Certainly such an arrangement presupposes that they are naturally superior to the rest of us. And certainly we are fully justified in demanding from the legislators and organizers proof of this natural superiority."
– Frederic Bastiat (1801-1850)

Americans are no longer considered, by the world at large (small as it is), to be rugged individualists, fearless pioneers, or even "free." Thanks to the "ugly American" caricature, and the marauding tendencies of a sublimely self-interested oligarchy, we are now famous worldwide as a society of whiny, angry, finger pointing victims. Lawsuits are preferable to accountability, and semantic acrobatics equate tangible results. The fact is, as a nation collectively, we’re embarrassingly over weight, under educated, and miserably at lack in our excesses. The stoic traditions enforcing self-subjugation in the name of an imperialist "benevolence" empowered by fear have yet to meet their penultimate demise. I so wish them this "salvation" of which they insist upon and great awakening in their awaiting wave of fire.

When faced with the consequences of ignorance puritans are notoriously defensive.

Doesn’t it feel just a little dicey to be sitting in a coffee shop, complaining about losing inalienable rights to an oppressive government while living in the shadow of the Pueblo alongside people whose families were here long before we had a "Constitution" to protect? How do "we the (rest of the) people" begin to reclaim our individual sovereignty and create solidarity? Just like that. Humbly acknowledge the difficult truths. Then, with heartfelt gratitude and a deep sigh at the irony of it all, we can pass the turkey.

My ancestors were at war with each other. That doesn’t mean I have to be at war with myself. If we don’t choose to be at peace, free and bravely at home in our own skins, "visualizing" world peace is a ridiculous waste of time. Just as ridiculous as the idea that a government can provide anything that it doesn’t inherently possess, for instance, integrity, morality or personal security. Only "we the people" have the option to exercise those qualities on a moment-by-moment basis, one person at a time.
So, have an exceptionally extraordinary day. Vive le revolution.

"Ah,…You who judge humanity to be so small! You who wish to reform everything!
Why don’t you reform yourselves? That task would be sufficient enough."– Frederic Bastiat 1801-1850
French economist, statesman, and author during the years just before -and immediately following - the Revolution of February 1848. (see http://bastiat.org/en/the_law.html)

-LuLu Scott (Lokey)

pretty is a point of view

1
smile, look pretty, don't make a mess
keep your mouth shut
and put on a little yellow dress

2
i am not the kind of pretty
you automatically take under your wing
i am a galaxy under your skin
like a tattoo
strange and beautiful
and you
are a rattlesnake i hold between my teeth
delicately

lullaby

last night a falling star
made a wish on you
right now a dreamer
is making all of me come true

we can turn the world around
if we could just turn ourselves
inside out

the walls come tumbling down

a hard fall
before my pride
left a heart full
and an empty mind

i told a little bird a secret you already knew

we lay our defenses gently down

we can turn the world around
if we could just turn ourselves
inside out

you can’t see
everything that you believe
i believe we’ve been blinded
by the things we think we need

i have no faith at all
i’m absolutely sure we’re all

just lost and reaching out
til we lay our defenses gently down
and the wall comes tumbling...

we can turn the world around
if we could just turn ourselves
inside out

melted

i love snow
it covers every ugly with a little sugar coat

i love snow
i don’t even care how cold
it is

but it’s so hard being happy
when it runs from the sun

i love snow
i scoop it up and piddle all my sticky sweet all on it
it crunches as i munch it and it dribbles on my coat

i love snow

and
it eventually goes
away

tatsuya nakatani:improvisational percussionist
on tour from Japan

UnitedSpace's initiating HouseConcert
11/30/06