Urania is talking to Uranus Ambassador to the planets and stars She calls to Earth As a friend of friends, Catalyst of goodness and humor, to Uranus ascending electric magma Eccentric insect antenna muses Human Beings To be the best we can be.
An Untouchable Bastard…? Maybe not but we will see. The stereotype of abuse by federal leadership ! Everyone to blame but me. So sick that we at Flopside Comics had to do a little “You’re a Bastard Editorial…”
Mr. Dang says, “I’ll push your self-indulging wang of the table …any dame tame….!”
I guess it all comes down to this, that no one with any good sense or decency really wants to work with the Trump White House. A world of fucking decadence and scummity ! (New word )
Remember Flopside Comics are stupid like the flawed human experience and we can make fun of it cause it sucks!
Presidencetial Advisory Commission on Election Integrity
Vice President Mike Pence chairs the Commission, and Kansas Secretary of State Kris Kobach serves as the vice chair.
* Vice President Mike Pence, Chair
* Kris Kobach, Secretary of State of Kansas, Vice-Chair
* Connie Lawson, Secretary of State of Indiana
* Bill Gardner, Secretary of State of New Hampshire
* Matthew Dunlap, Secretary of State of Maine
* Ken Blackwell, Former Secretary of State of Ohio
* Christy McCormick, Commissioner, Election Assistance Commission
* David Dunn, Former Arkansas State Representative
* Mark Rhodes, Clerk of Wood County, West Virginia
* Hans von Spakovsky, Senior Legal Fellow and Manager of Election Law Reform Initiative, Edwin Meese Center for Legal & Judicial Studies, The Heritage Foundation
* J. Christian Adams, President and General Counsel, Public Interest Legal Foundation
* Alan King, Probate Judge, Jefferson County, Alabama
FLOPSIDE COMICS ARE SEXY… like me and you! But not like DAHs… be more than a DAH.. thank you.
Old Mr. Shit has dementia but this does not take away from his wise foresight…
Outside as we enjoyed the fresh morning air with a fine cup of fresh brewed coffee. Mr. Squirrel was screaking and shaking his tail. Mrs. Crow let out a great yell. The breeze is here bringing in autumn and some good creative foresight too. And then Mr. Shit shared his noise with me. Mr. Squirrel and Mrs. Crow too,
“Trumpty Dumpty sat on THE wall
Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall
All his meager nepotistic White House Cabinet
And all his unpaid lawyers
and billionaire ‘wheeling & dealing’ – ‘hostile takeover’ friends
Didn’t want to put him the ASSHOLE-A
I spit out my coffee while Mrs. Crow flew overhead. I looked ’round and Mr. Squirrel was silent as if dead.
“It was bound to happen, with so much media coverage of ‘punk’ fashion’ Time, Newsweek, New West etc.… well the punk fashion show was held at the Palladium you all know the story…”
Flipside Issue 4 Nov. 1977, Press run 300, 25 Cents.
Devo, Blondie, and my favorite The Avengers played this gig. 1976 to 1979. Those years flashed by, It was during this time, during my metamorphosis into becoming a punk; I remember a couple of times I met Terry. First time was at the Punk Fashion Show….
Looking forward to speaking this Sunday…
It seems contrary that Venus goes retrograde As Spring vividly approaches! The underworld is spilling upwards I’ve noticed shadows and illness Addiction, handicaps, and depression. My heart is hurt and overwhelmed. Man at the parking lot asking for money Young man in a wheelchair As parents push him through the supermarket his eyes deep in a world of despair. I hold on to the pain as it washes over me with tears Helpless tears of acknowledgment and power As we walk through these dark times To acknowledge it all with observing hearts That hear and feel! We help by our vibrations of compassion, empathy and caring. A silent prayer of hope, So, the wounded can find a gentle joy That pleasure brings upon their vivid blood-red hearts. She knows and she descends to us the gift of her sweetness for all times. Walking with those that hold the lanterns In the dark desending spiral into the underworld. Light that eliminates the darkness By acknowledgment, letting go. As hearts grow in applied ways This is our wisdom A balm for our world… Breast bending up Chest falling down And love will be found there too.
Volume One, number two of the Daily “FUCK” Gazette!
Flopside Comics suck. Adult toilet paper humor!! Absurd, ridiculous, and nasty to the core.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
~ Khalil Gibran
At the most troubling times strange things happen. I knew a flip was on the way. I felt it! The super moon affirms it. Yet, the continuity and mathematical perfection of the dance of the earth and the moon, do leave a way to contingency. Made hopeful, I was reminded of this today.
Times like these I turn to poets, philosophy and depth psychology. A mental triangular thought of three words guided me. The last few weeks causality, teleology and synchronicity moved me.
I try to remember the powers of these principles as meaning something special in my life, and as I see the possibilities, as special happenings, in the lives of others.
Today while giving blood to the vampires at Kaiser, my eyes fell upon a father and his son. He had his, under a year, child spread out ready for a fast diaper change. I said, “How lucky you are!” He smiled and tickled the belly of his son.
The child was looking in the opposite direction. “Hello there,” I said.
The child turned to me with a big smile. A hello that would make the whole world rejoice. No teeth and giggling with the power of the cosmos glowing in his being.
I was deeply touched .
“Oh, how lovely. You have made my day… thank you!”
As I walked away from the hospital, I knew that the principle of contingency zeroed in on me in a cosmic moment.
A bowing to my hidden psyche, and a bowing back to the child of the cosmos !
We will be OK !!