Bananas!
Todd Blanche
Category: Current Events
Extraterrestrials and cats against fascists.
Stop ICE Warehouse Detention Centers:
Nat’l Day of Protest, April 25, 2026,
“The archetypical mind, which represents the personality of the galaxy.”
The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.
And so, the best stories are created by truths folded into everyday events. As cleaning the lowest shelves next to the wood floor in my office.
Move forward to advance with my war bonnet by retreating to clean the office.
Mikey the whizzer did his magic on my collection of David Wilcock books. Dust and cat piss is not my favorite thing to clean.
I don’t know if you saw it but Mikey’s band, the Whizzers, played on No Kings Day. Months of kitty focus and working with extraterrestrial sources.
And the protest continues against this wicked monster president and his asshole friends.
Cats know the doors, the thresholds that lead into other worlds, and uncover their way into the Oval Office. Mr. Wilcock tells these governmental stories about these doors.
So, the story is told to me by way of decoding cat’s meows and sounds.
By way of their kitty ESP and telepathic powers. My kitties were organizing to take a whiz on the president’s chair.
Mikey meowed so clearly at the live event. I recorded it but something weird happened? Our house lights were going on and off and our internet was out for the whole performance.
A day or two later Poobah the black kitty, was lying in my lap for her daily massage; I heard her purr that they did find the door into the Oval Office.
Yet they only found an old man with yellow hair sobbing.
He was throwing his food around and peed on his own chair.
This scared the cats, and they all came back home. Mikey felt betrayed by their kitty cat fears.
When he came into my office, he took a revenge whiz on all of David’s books. Kitties have found their purring peace since and now are back to cleaning each other’s ears.
Above David’s now cleaned books, and a glossy copy of a Flopside cOmic. “Punks In Space` Rockets A GO-GO.”
It fell down from a top shelf onto my lap. A closing synchronicity and conclusion to this curious feline story declaring,
“The door has been found!”
“The archetypal mind is intended to heighten this ability to express the Creator in patterns more like the fanned peacocks’ tail.”
-The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.
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Flashbacks and the Circle Jerks
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
The bass sound was off all night at the Hollywood Palladium. A kind of thorn in my side I had to endure.
Hey where is everybody?
My transitional period moving away from Flipside and our staff, and small family hub… was between these two issues. I am visiting them for the first time. Even though I have these issues in my collection. It is difficult to meet up with people at shows sometimes ‘cause that time period is contained in flashbacks of pain, growth and finding my real individuality.
Last night I met someone from Claw Hammer I believe. Like other people who I remember, yet sometimes people’s faces merge with bands and all the correspondence I had back then.
I apologize, yet please do put up a hello and remind me … I love putting all the puzzles in my brain together. My heartfelt thanks to being at a show last night that brought up so many memories, but also the good feelings of belonging to a real scene… it is still happening in a way, even the punker ghosts of those who have died are still floating around. I felt closer to them on the balcony looking out of the bar window than to the overall show.
Ceremony
Because once long ago I was in the crowd all the time or backstage with the bands. Now I was hovering over it all in a safe place above the show. I am grateful for this to be sure.
I did go down and walked through the fans. So many ages and band logos. Party time was real. Screaming and a kind of warm embrace of a world that is still rattling around in my psyche.
Before I went back to the balcony, I saw a large kid with a leather jacket sporting a GBH T-Shirt. We talked a bit, and I said,
“Are you going to see GBH this October at the Regent Theater in Los Angeles?”
He said no he could not make it. Yet they were one of his favorite bands. I told him mine too and I gave him a high-five with a loud slap.
We were all Hollywood punks, in my mind, fans enjoying another show. A youthful rebellion, our souls are ageless.
A nice synchronicity for my next journey to see GBH and then The Saints in November.
I couldn’t even finish my one beer. Yet powered down a soda like a babe.
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Woman Watercolors
“Being put down and called a cow by some man when calling out those who are cruel and abusive. Even if it is in the usually subtle manner. I was told that meant double bitch.”
~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside
Women were significantly affected during Trump’s first presidency. Conservative Supreme Court judges overturned Roe v. Wade, a decision that is not discussed often today, but I continue to address its implications. This action represented an assault on women’s autonomy over their reproductive choices, leading to widespread uncertainty across states and healthcare institutions. It also resulted in challenges for doctors and organizations like Planned Parenthood.
So, a woman in some cases must have her child even in rape and incest, and now the conservatives want to take away any help to these women who may lose their healthcare soon enough? The cruel irony of these soulless politicians, fascist religious blazers and dammed evil monsters are well documented and so unreal.
It was at a planned parenthood clinic in Santa Cruz California where I got my first Aides test, and a pregnancy test to find out I was pregnant with my first child in the 1990’s. The pay was based on a sliding scale. At the time it was extremely helpful. Even though I was working full time as a Home Health Aide with a Nursing Agency they did not have health care for their employees who were only hired per diem. Imagine that?
Which gets me to the point of my two shared images today. As a woman I have experienced being taken advantage of, due to my kindness, in my scene many times. A knife to my throat so to say. It is not easy overcoming being patronized and treated poorly as an experienced woman who is often devalued.
I got my voice in the original and growing punk rock scene. It was then that I encountered many other women with extraordinarily strong voices and some sang like angels.
American musician Annette Zilinskas is one of those women who is well known now in our music world. She is down to earth and very conscious. SO, when I get the feeling of inspiration I put it to watercolor.
“Change takes courage.”
~ Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Then the female politician Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is another attractive woman who is also skin deep beautiful. She speaks of true liberty and equality for all and for a woman’s right to be heard especially.
They have that rare quality these days called audacity.
I will lasso this bold essay about bringing light to my art from my dark closet by saying,
“I am utterly amazed how well Tennessee Williams knows the female psyche. He honors her and addresses her unique qualities and so gives wings and light to her struggle.”
~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside
“Brick Pollitt: What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?
Margaret “Maggie” Pollitt: Just staying on it I guess, long as she can.”
~ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is a 1955 American three-act play by Tennessee Williams.
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Strong Women Poster T-Shirt
The times we are living in is a crazy time. A woman’s right to choose was our first blow, an alarming signal of the eroding freedoms we once took for granted, and now we face terrible violations of our rights that seem to multiply by the day.
Across the globe, women are rising up, reclaiming their voices in a world that tries to silence them. From the streets to the digital platforms, they demand equality, respect, and justice.
Each story shared fuels a collective fire, igniting change and inspiring hope, reminding us that we are not alone in this struggle.
Yet, amidst the chaos, there are still some women that whisper in my ear for justice, their strength echoes in my heart, serving as a reminder that resilience and courage can pave the way for a brighter tomorrow.
“And lend your voices only to songs of freedom
No longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from
Free your mind of mental slavery and you shall lead a life uncommon.”
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“Old Man Bar” punks
Whiskey Pete’s Hotel and Casino is a place that mom and dad always tried to get me to go to. Yet the years I endured Vegas as a kid made me repugnant to go.
Ya thin red roast beef with horseradish sauce, and Roquefort cheese dressing on our salads was a way to make us happy. But did not hide the truth from us kids, it never masked the drunk dad or overindulgence of his gambling. Alone in Hotel rooms waiting for mom to find dad. The next day endearingly covering him with newspapers to keep him from a sunburn as he naps near the pool. We kids became happily lost as we swam in the beautiful blue pools sipping on Coca-Cola.
I booked punk rock bowling in February. My first one. Then this nasty cold took me over. I keep waiting after two weeks for it to blow… but it is a nasty one. So, I had to cancel yesterday in order not to have to pay. I did and though I am part of the “Old Man Bar” punks… I will have to remember sweetly my punk days and watch from my safe place at home.
Here are a couple of funnies I did over the years, redundant, making fun of the punk scene… yes, I was willing to compromise and go to a really big show.
In truth my compromised perspective was not me… I would not have been happy at the punk rock Disneyland….
Making fun of punk bowlers “trophy whores” and bouncers or “Good Sherpas” … and all the stuff that is part of Big Punk Rock Las Vegas Style.
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Fanzines that caught my eyeball, just call me the old bitch punk having some good times.
Or is it the old punk bitch ? I forgot how Jan said it ? Ha ha !
“… after you put this down, in the darker times, the deeper times, when you are looking up our of a hole that you feel like you’ve dug yourself into and can’t get our of, the connections that you’ve made from music, art, community and the people who have grown to become your family are all in there with you, because there will be lonely times, times of betrayal and doubt and unimagined anguish, but in twelve to twenty-four hours with the help of all the work that you’ve done the worst of it will have passed.”
~ “Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com
Naturally, many of us leaned against the wall while before us were fanzine people. It was crowded, and the vibe was filled with curiosity and wonder to find something to catch your eye. I call it synchronicity walking that what you find is meant for you.
I also achieved my goal of bartering my little bubblegum cartoon / fanzine with other fanzine people. A couple of things I put money forth. The pretentious attitude was not there, that is the best part and merging with mostly a younger generation who thought fanzines like this started with the Gen-X generation,
In line I said,
“It started a lot earlier than that.”
The young man smiled at me seeing my age and he received my high five with a loud slapping sound. Oh, I love doing that.
John and Jan and time for coffee
I was forced to come to this event by a fanatical fanzine person and his friend. Trust Fanzine and Razorcake. Jan Rohlk and Daryl Gussin were table sitting for fanatical music fanzines.
Sample fanzine one. Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com
After the free event outside the Broad my John and I walked around under the hotels, apartments hid within the Los Angeles City Hall and court buildings.
We ended up at The Redwood Bar & Grill. For a beer and a band. No band but to our surprise we again found Jan and Daryl doing something on stage. A performance of some sort? I punk rock charged them and then we went back to the bar for beer and some food.
Sample fanzines two IG:@mdzine89
The bar was easy and exceptionally low key. Next to us was a man giving toasts and told us about a certain word in Spanish.
“Do you know what SOCKS means in Spanish?”
“Tell us.” We all said.
Socks like ‘eso sí que es’ in Spanish which means ‘that’s the way it is.”
We enjoyed this and glad I remembered it here.
Sample fanzine three
This gentle man turned out to be a retired firefighter. We talked about the latest fires in Los Angeles. I was amazed by how he defined why the current fires happened. It was parallel to my campaign and his expertise. My “Mandatory Stop building in the San Fernando Valley,’’ is so right on and yes, he agreed with it and told me to keep up the decent work.
He knows that fires are part of an effect of bad or corrupted city and county planning. He affirmed,
“Who do you think is giving out these permits?!”
They are all taking money as they talk… in their back pockets. We have agreed that building big apartments right on the freeway and building big homes and massive apartments in fire prone areas is a sin.
This gentleman affirms my theory with experience and firsthand knowledge.
Sample fanzines four Rimona Eskayo Artist . workers
Driving the freeway from the San Fernando Valley to downtown Los Angeles is not one of my favorite things to do, we had no choice.
I am very happy we followed the night through realizing something. Always keep that meeting with a real friend! Who is more of a music fanatic than you! It is well worth it.
Jan and Hud
My campaign needs your support…
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Compassion, unfathomable galaxy
I do not often show my religiosity training. Be it from university or experience or the blending of the two.
In the 1980s I had a long correspondence with the Poor Clares of Long Island New York, who led me from the Anglican Church to the Episcopal Church. Yet in my heart I was hearing a call from the Franciscans who are members of a Catholic religious order.
I explored the concept of Episcopal women serving as Priests after reading “Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey” by Alla Renee Bozarth.
I liked them all in their essences of spirituality and integrity of faith, believing in something beyond themselves. Yet it is always the dogma of the church that makes me wonder off.
Professor Hap at university was an Episcopal Gay Priest who would talk about synchronicity and Fellini’s Satyricon with an odd look on his face. We both knew, recited and prayed the Rosary.
Yet my esoteric past held me at a place that could not be bound by dogmas.
“So nigh is grandeur to our dusk,
So near is God to Man!”
~ Ralf Waldo Emerson
“Though the individual fact there ever shone for him the effulgence of the Universal reason. The great Cosmic Intellect terminates and houses itself in mortal men and passing hour. Each of us is an angle of its eternal vision, and the only way to be true to our Maker is to be loyal to ourselves.
“O rich and various man!”
he cries,
“though place of sight and sound, carrying in the senses the morning and the night and the unfathomable galaxy; in thy brain the geometry of the city of God; in thy heart the bower of love and the realms of right and wrong.”
Pg. 1121, Address at The Emerson Centenary. William James.
Mariann Budde A new postcard part of the Brave and Strong Women Postcard series.
“In thy heart the bower of love and the realms of right and wrong,” and this is what she calls to all of us, it is the ability to discern the willingness of compassion or the lack there of. I think so.
We need more of “the effulgence of the Universal reason.” Effulgence means radiant splendor or brilliance. It can also refer to the state of looking exceptionally beautiful or being full of goodness!
Compassion is the “splendor of brilliance.”
The beauty of a flower resembles Mariann Budde, who embodies the connection between “the great Cosmic Intellect and mortal [woman].”
As Mariann Budde said,
“But the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurudwaras and temples. I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away. And that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here.”
In the late 1980s I read “Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey by Alla Renee Bozarth.” Alla talks about her triumphal cry and about her courage… she had to go on in life after great loss. A lovely biography and what was special is how she said she danced to this song barefoot… it was her song of liberation… let’s hope for the liberation of all who are struggling right now around the world… and hope for the good hearts of our leaders to grow stronger with compassion and mercy in the dim times that we now face.
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Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire
January 29, 2025 “Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire,” is published.
The seasons were four and very dependable. Each had a call from a bird or native animal that roamed the land. Cowboys carried their gear selfishly and often were more interested in moving on than causing any trouble. No one noticed the small, framed cowgirl that often bossed the guys around.
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Originally posted on Amazon’s Kindle Vella, this story is now shared here to preserve its essence and to invite readers into a world where the past intertwines with the present. Nature remembers our history and ancestors, whispering their tales through the rustling leaves and flowing rivers, and sometimes, we are gifted with stories that deserve to be remembered and treasured for generations.
In the summer of 2021, a story took shape as I gazed over the late summer pool, the sunlight glinting off its surface, and was inspired by visions of three characters: Sabrina, an adventurous spirit with a heart full of wild love; Colin, a rugged soul bound to the land, wrestling with his past; and Hawk, a storyteller who weaves their lives together with his words.
This tale, born from the wind, captures life beyond the present—a romance amidst changing customs in the deep-rooted wild west, a place where love, loyalty, and the relentless passage of time challenge the very essence of who we are.
The captivating realm of Novella storytelling, rich with emotion and steeped in myth, beckons us to explore its depths and uncover its profound beauty.
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Joanna Spock Dean Some good Punk Rock Mythology.
This is what Punk Rock Mythology is all about and what is the best place than a local pub where we raise a toast, tell stories, and share memories.
Memorial For Joanna Spock Dean
This is what Punk Rock Mythology is all about and what is the best place than a local pub where we raise a toast, tell stories, and share memories.
I also include a song by Backstage Pass in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. Epeisodion Two.
Genevieve Schorr and Joanna Spock Dean so gracefully shared their song.
Interview is from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Issue greatest hits Vol.1. Original issue Flipside Fanzine # 5.
Featuring BACKSTAGE PASS
LOS ANGELES FLIPSIDE FANZINE THE NARRATIVE DOCUMENTARY / FILM. EPEISODION TWO. 2022.
Memorial For Joanna Spock Dean
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The Case of the Small Mushroom T-Shirt
Stormy Daniels T-Shirt
Today Mr. Fuck took a swim in the pool because it is so fucking hot.
So, I offered him a free shot of whiskey. As it is now a time to drift, he shared with me his thoughts about what he feels about the Biden Trump debate. He was so insulted that he is no longer running for president but will stand behind Biden, in a very friendly way.
Trusting Joe’s advice on these times. Yet this is what he wants to do after he saw a recent interview with Stormy Daniels. He said,
“We all grow up and move on in life. Having children changes us.”
He has watched how being a mom can bring out the best of a woman.
He feels that strong women should be admired and pulled up not down.
So, after he witnessed this quote from Stormy, he laughed aloud…
As she said in the interview,
“If Donald had a big mushroom, he would have shown it to us by now.”
And then Mr. Fuck went on….
“The fact is he has a cult. It is called the Case of the Small Mushroom Men and the Women Who with Extreme Ideocracy follow him.
Yet it is not just his small ‘mush but his lies and ability to manipulate people of power. He does not care about this country at all or you or me. He is corrupted to the core of his dark hole.
I hope you realize we are all Stormy Daniels… any of us who stand up to Trump are Stormy Daniels. We will be ridiculed, abused, death threats will be made, and we will be attacked by the Small Mushroom Men and the Women Who with Extreme Ideocracy follow him.
Deep down Trump is so embarrassed by his small mushroom he expands his insanity on a world that should not take it one minute more. His revenge, anger and shark attacks on dry land have got to end.”
We want to share this Flipside Art … one can stand with Stormy… a woman who needs our support.
Tee Public Designs by Hudley Flipside / Flopside Comics / The Semianry of Praying Mantis Publishing.
https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/62375202-the-case-of-the-small-mushroom?store_id=1424027
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What to be, not what to do, TO DO GOOD
“5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.”
United States of America, as “a filthy little atheist !!!
“That “solution” is what Jung calls,”the third,” arrived at through the passion of crucifixion and resurrection… Christ is the fat lady in the front seat.”
~ Pg. 65 Magicians, Tricksters and Clowns. The ravaged Bridegroom, masculinity in Women by Marion Woodman
As a religious studies major, I enjoy reflecting on how politicians use religious text to manipulate. They are many issues being put on our tables. Our rights and freedoms. This is what I think.
As it is a woman’s autonomy which is private between her, and her doctor so too is one’s faith between a person and their God. Or no God or Goddess at all.
One’s faith needs to be separate from public schools, state, and federal government. To be taught at church or at home instead. As all religions and those who do not believe in God. A parent’s responsibility is sacred to a child and their family.
Just like cell phones and logarithms that the government wants to control. Isn’t it up to parents to see what their children are viewing? Take the phones away and do your excellent work.
If these conservative people want the Ten Commandments in their schools, they should also be responsible for the commandments. They need to live by them.
They follow a cult leader, fascist, hypocrite who does not honor the Ten Commandments or the new commandments from Jesus known as The Beatitudes.
Donald Trump is a felon, he has committed adultery more than once, he often bears false witness against his neighbors too. Trump and his conservative followers and politicians are not meek of heart.
Are they peacemakers? No, they all only seem to amplify what Thomas Paine said so clearly as a loud pinning tuning fork… no it is only for this that religion was “set up to terrify and enslave” and to “monopolize power and profit.”
The basis of fascism is built on the roots of dogmatic fundamental religion when government and religion are not separate. They join together to terrify and enslave.
Did all these extreme conservatives forget the greatest commandment from their Christian leader?
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
There is no commandment greater than these.”
Mark 12:30-31, New International Version
William Blake – Moses Receiving the Law
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Louisiana public schools are now required to display the Ten Commandments in all classrooms, after Republican Gov. Jeff Landry signed the requirement into law Wednesday.
“If you want to respect the rule of law, you gotta start from the original law given which was Moses. … He got his commandments from God,” Landry said.
The biblical narrative of the revelation at Sinai in Exodus 19 describes the arrival of the children of Israel at Mount Sinai, and the dramatic events that followed, including thunders, lightnings, and the voice of the trumpet. After the Lord came down upon Mount Sinai, Moses went up briefly and returned to prepare the people.
The 10 Commandments
In Exodus 20, God spoke the words of the covenant, the “ten commandments,” to all the people.
The Beatitudes
The Beatitudes were recorded on Human Hearts, focusing on internal attitudes, while the Ten Commandments were recorded on Tablets of Stone, focusing on external actions. The Beatitudes stress what to be, while the Ten Commandments warn of what not to do.
William Blake, Christ Appearing to the Apostles After the Resurrection (1795)
Jesus said:
3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
7 Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9 Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
11 “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.
12 Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
Thomas Paine
English-born American philosopher and writer Thomas Paine’s Common Sense savaged British royalty. (Hulton Archive / Getty Images)
Thomas Paine wrote that organized religion was “set up to terrify and enslave” and to “monopolize power and profit.” Paine repudiated the divine origin of Christianity on the grounds that it was too “absurd for belief, too impossible to convince and too inconsistent to practice.”
He was vilified for his unabashed analysis of the bible when he returned to America in 1802. Even a century after his death, Theodore Roosevelt referred to Paine, the man who named the United States of America, as “a filthy little atheist,” ignoring the fact that Paine wrote in The Age of Reason,
“I believe in one God, and no more; and I hope for happiness beyond this life.” In Rights of Man (1791) he wrote,
“My country is the world, and my religion is to do good.”
BARTLEBY: Here’s what I don’t get about you: you know for a fact that there is a God. You’ve been in his presence, He’s talked to you personally. And yet I just heard you claim to be an atheist.
LOKI: I just like to fuck with the clergy, man– keep ’em on their toes.
Dogma, A Film by Kevin Smith
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A reflection on a song
A reflection on a song, but more of a motif of how I feel about many songs that once inspired me to something beyond myself, a punk scene.
Gotta Gettaway
Song by Stiff Little Fingers
Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
You know there ain’t no street like home
To make you feel so all alone
Plenty of folk to tell you what to do
But they don’t speak the same language as you
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They wanna have me here
Have me and hold me near
Hold me down fasten and tie
But the cars are all flashing me
Bright lights are passing me
I feel life passing me by
The fuss is buzzing in my head
My father argued and my mother begged
It’s not their words ain’t tugging at me
But gotta stretch them break them get myself free
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Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
I’m leaving home
Funny Stiff Little Fingers played in Los Angeles. In the past I would have done about anything to be there. As a long-time fan who loves their songs.
Yet today out in my lovely garden filled with beautiful tubular purple blossoms, Dionysian Hollyhocks, Excited Jasmine and more, I realized the lyrics don’t appeal to my nature anymore.
I no longer need to “get myself Free.”
“But the cars are all flashing me
Bright lights are passing me
I feel life passing me by,” are not my concern anymore.
“You know there ain’t no street like home
To make you feel so all alone.”
This is in direct opposition to how I feel now.
Because now ‘my street and my home’ is the place where I do not feel alone.
Because being alone or by myself is where I find myself… happy.
I reflect, create, and have made a home that is loving and where I am loved.
This rebellious song of my youth does not hold up for me now.
So, I still love the bands, my youthful rebellion but I am not the young punk anymore. Oh, ya that little punk chick comes out to claim her identity now and then. What a bitch.
Yet a lot of what I hated then I have learned to love now.
Because my home speaks the same language as I do!
I guess I have struggled with this for some time. This time of the year when all the festivals crescendo all over the place… sure once in awhile I will go out… but I now I feel so alone there. The punk scene is not a place to find friends, myself, or wholeness anymore.
For me there is no place like my home.
I love my home.
It is my bliss.
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Absurdity is the new sublime
Trump is a scab!
“Absurdity is the new sublime. The good news is that, while other resources are dwindling, absurdity is multiplying and flourishing and filling the earth.”
MICHAEL FOLEY The Age of Absurdity
Today while at the barbershop…. I had an argument with a man. He is about my age, with two kids who are both going to college, and he was well spoken.
My general impression of him was good as I listened to him talk in the barber chair next to me.
Yet the talk became political. He likes Trump because he says he is a “strong man!”
We disagreed back and forth… later I reflected on what is a strong man?
The dictionary gives these definitions!
“Noun, Plural strong·men.
1. a person who performs remarkable feats of strength, as in a circus.
2. a political leader who controls by force; dictator.
3. the most powerful or influential person in an organization or business, by reason of skill in the formulation and execution of plans, work, etc.
I would agree with the first two about Trump. Yet the last is not Trump.
I think Trump is a projection of self-made lies and propaganda. He is a man who has a negative influence in our country, he has bad organizational skills, sucks in formulation and execution of plans, work etc.
For example: His insurrection failed, and he did not win the last election. The cases against Trump are numerous!
Trump is a circus act, a wannabe dictator who is not the kind of strong man we need!
I think strong men are responsible, compassionate, and true to themselves… yet they don’t have to amplify their malicious maleness in a way that belittles women or anyone.
A strong man has empathy, trust, intuition, and emotional connections with others!
And this is Trump Achilles heel…. He lacks the ability to have empathy, so he has no aptitude of intuition or emotional connections with others besides what serves his corrupt ego. His psyche is bleak and thick with zilch. He only shows us scorn and lacks the ability to give or receive goodness.
Uncouth buffoon!
I don’t see what blocks a average man like him, at the local barbershop, from seeing the truth about Trump. It is profoundly absurd.
“…who tolerates, which is intolerable; who is kind, which is cruel; who understands, which is beyond comprehension…”
― Edward Albee, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
The irony…. Oh the irony…. When love is not around to liberate us?
The case of the small mushroom men and their scab of a leader!
TRUMP’S ECONOMICS ARE “ECONOMIC STUPIDITY.”
“But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free.”
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“Prometheus” a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
“Prometheus” is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which the character of the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in misotheist accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774 and first published in 1789 after an anonymous and unauthorised publication in 1785 by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. It is an important work of the Sturm und Drang movement.”
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Cover Your heavens, Zeus,
With cloud vapor
And try Your strike, as a boy
Beheading thistles,
Against oaken tree and mountain height;
You still must leave me
My Earth standing
And my hut which You did not build,
And my hearth, home’s glowing
Fire which You begrudge me.
I know of nothing poorer
Under the sun than You gods!
Indigently You feed
Your majesty
On proffered sacrifice
And breathfuls of prayer.
You would starve to naught
If children and beggars
Were not such fools full of hope.
When I was a child
That knew not its way in the world
I would lift my deluded eyes
To the sun as though out beyond it
There were an ear to hear my complaints
A heart like mine
That would take pity on my oppression.
Who came to my aid
Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?
Who delivered me from death,
From slavery?
Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,
Who achieved it all?
And, swindled in your youth and good will,
Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,
For that mere Sleeper on high?
I should honor You? For what?
Did You ever gentle
The ache of my burden?
Did You ever dry
The tears of tribulation?
Was I not forged to manhood
By Time Almighty
And Eternal Destiny,
My masters and Yours?
Perhaps You believed
I should find life hateful,
And flee to the wilderness
Because not all my blossom-dreams
Reached ripeness?
Behold
Here I sit, fashioning men
In my own image,
A race after my likeness,
A race that will suffer and weep,
And rejoice and delight with heads held high
And heed Your will no more
Than I!
The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).
Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas
April 21, 2024
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Whiskey down like a cowboy Jan. 6 rioters are felons.
“And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel”
~ The City Of New Orleans Song by Arlo Guthrie
He heard the traitor, dog breath, hater and had to respond. And after swallowing his whiskey down like a son of a train engineer, he said this.
“I think upon what my anarchist friends told me what a real hostage was.
A person held by one party in a conflict as a pledge pending the fulfillment of an agreement: a person taken by force to secure the taker’s demands. One who is involuntarily controlled by an outside influence.
These Jan. 6 rioters are felons. A felon is someone who has committed a crime or has been legally convicted of a crime.
Donald Jackass Trump has not helped these felons, as sad as it seems. He is only using them to further his lies and disdain for our democracy. He separates and divides. He should be in prison with them. It is a pity for us all that he is not silenced.”
“To a man born without conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
A free shot of whiskey for a presidential slogan..
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The Quick open for Van Halen. Original Punk Staff Tory Paisley
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
“Those Who Caused Considerable Trouble.”
Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film.Epeisodion Two
Flyers Homemade are cool…
Sorry, The Weirdos opened for Van Halen and one time The Quick opened for Van Halen.
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Stone Face Woman In No Man’s Land Vandalism?
On the way to Box Canyon in Chatsworth, we sadly noticed this lovely lady’s face was disgraced. (Stone Woman Face on Map).
Graffiti. Well in her honor and memory…. I am glad I took this image a few years back. Maybe we will have a day to clean her up…I called Simi Valley, Ventura County, LA County and LA City and my representative John Lee and no one wants to claim it in their area or district. It is really a strange thing to deal with. How unorganized our counties and cities are. SO very strange…. So now to find who the property belongs to. When no one is claiming it? I found an interval or other world …. it is so bazaar.
Note: we found out it is privately owned property. Yet it still seems strangely unlikely..
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Doodling campaign for office
Dictators fall when they’re overconfident; they stay in power when they’re paranoid. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. History has proved that dictators can’t last forever.
As soon Kamala Harris started running for President of the USA… Mr. Fuck was relieved to drop out…
A lot of images from the last few years have come together again. I can do some more but I think the last three times Trump running for President of the United States of America is enough for me. I can only make fun of the whole damn thing now. If I had to draw his face again, I know I would barf.
So as often Mr. Fuck came out of his bomb shelter and offered to off shoot the annoying DONALD and run for office himself.
We are stinkers and decided to make up T-Shirts and stickers and are running a campaign.
Renderings of older images is fun and so as he lit up his cigarettes, we had a whiskey or two and some pints. He is a doodler as well and so we call this our doodling campaign for office.
We both do not want Trump around. He repulses us.
The Flopside COmic Crew and Hudley
“Doppelgänger lost to the truth” song by Mr. Shit.
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The Tree Trimming Drones
If I had the power
Having vast AI and ‘tech knowledge,
I would cast a Drone Spell.
Reprogramming all war Drones
into love making Drones
As when the Hippies put flowers,
in Soldier’s guns in the 1960s.
The governing governments
Their hating and their warring
It would just stop!
As the mighty Gort
By by weapons.
Then the Drones would gather,
To help, heal and kiss,
All the qualities of love!
To bestow on our enemies
all over the world.
Hugs and kisses,
Chocolate and wishes,
Building and sharing
Hoping and smiling,
At least trying
To communicate with
The Sweetness of
Human diplomacy,
All the goodness
That life has to offer.
~ my Spell by Hudley Flipside 5/23/26
Happy mulch makers…. Drones “SEX KICK”
Into the future
From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.
These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.
Even human children climbing trees.
Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.
A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.
Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.
Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.
Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.
“We will be cutting you down soon.
You survived our community well.
Now you are dying,
We ask your dwelling nature spirit,
To move forward now,
To your spiritual realm.
You will not be forgotten.
Bless you and thank you.”
