A Daily “Fuck” Gazette To Jeff “THE WEASEL” Sessions and To Donald “JACKASS” Trump…

To Jeff “THE WEASEL” Sessions and To Donald “JACKASS” Trump…

I had a dream…. last night … or was it a vision….?!

As told to us by Mr. Shit~ anarchist, atheist with a loving good conscience and beyond….

Mr. Shit woke up this morning with something on his mind. For an old punk with dementia he can be as sharp as a dull knife. He talked about whirling triangles that spoke of “…four combinations of wisdom,” and he talked about how he was part of the fifth part of the whirling triangle equation. “Me, Juno the Asteroid Goddess and the naked Grace AGLAEA.” He told us that it was a puzzle to him and as symbolic as hell or heaven… yet seemed as real as could be!

He told us about the strange dream. He also told us how he was born. He yelled that he remembered his story and yelled this, “He was born from a woman, in an alley, on a bus crossing a border.” This came to his mind because in his vision / dream AGLAEA told Mr. Shit that, “I (she) was born from the thought of Apollo the Hermaphrodite!” Mr. Shit also told us that Juno said she was born from chaos. Singing that, “She stands up for Women’s rights!”

Mr. Shit told us that in his dream he was in an alley. He walked up to a trash can. He saw many things there, yet a couple of books were glowing. He opened one of the books and he read…

“Visit orphans and widows in their distress~ James 1:27” and again flipped through the book and read, “Thus says the Lord: Do Justice and righteousness and deliver from the hand of the oppressor him who has been robbed. And do no wrong or violence to the resident alien, the fatherless, and the widow, nor shed innocent blood in their place.” ~ Jeremiah 22:3

He flipped through another book. He read an outlined quote.

“Have you considered him who calls the judgment a lie? That is the one who treats the orphan with harshness, And does not urge (others) to feed the poor. ~ (107:1-3) Holy Our ‘an.

In his dream he fell back and one of the books fell with him because the whirling triangles moved about him. He was dizzy with wonder. Yet a strength held him up with two large green rough legs. Like claws from another mother. She told Mr. Shit about the exodus of all people, animals, and creatures of the earth… and beyond. This is a mantra that we need all remember.

“You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” ~ Exodus 22:23

Silence moved upon us all as we sipped our cold ice-teas. We will focus on the quotes from those books from the trash can! For coming upon us are days of justice and good conscience.

Mr. Shit drank lots of ice coffee. He told us that going back to sleep was not an option!

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. Two , Number 2. grandiose sense.

“World history occupied a higher ground than one on which morality has properly its position, which is personal character and conscience of individuals. Moral claims which are irrelevant must not be brought into collision with world-historic deeds and their accomplishment. The litany of private virtues-modesty, humility, philanthropy and forbearance-must not be raised against them” ~ Hegel

“Hegel’s idea that such heroes were completely justified in crushing to pieces everything in their path which might stop them from fulfilling their great destiny, appealed enormously to the grandiose sense of mission in Hitler’s breast” ~ Trevor Ravenscropt

Publications for reading pleasure…

Solar eclipse of August 21, 2017 Celebration

I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse. If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….

here is some eclipse music….

My Stuff….

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

http://www.eclipse2017.org/

A Flopside Comic meditation of the absurd?

He opened the door to the “theater of the absurd!”

Times when creative inspiration filled his veins with contradictions of contrition; terror and bliss, hate and love, mediocrity and profoundness! Today, he is outside the door wondering,

“… do I have the will to go through that door again ?”

A Flopside Comic meditation of the Absurd ???

Mr. Fuck’s Theme SOng….

Mr. Fuck roars out his name.

New Wave Chicken ‘Zine

I learned the advantage of being a four-legged chicken and I also learned to appreciate the New Wave phenomenon for what it achieved. Also I was enlightened over the meaning and sound of “New Wave’s Secret Percussive Weapon.”

New Wave Chicken is an interesting Fanzine about chickens, music, and memories. It also contains current events such as the Skate-Til-U-Die event from Richmond, Ca to San José~ 2016 May 14th, 15th, and 16th.

In this ‘Zine several writers share their memories of precise moments in their lives when music changed everything. New Wave music in particular.

I read New Wave Chicken fast. It went down greedily and passionately. I wanted to spend my time with this new fanzine friend. It pushes you to an Altered state of consciousness which fanzines should do.

Steve Hart is the publicist of New Wave Chicken, and he is coming out with another soon. He asked me to author a story in his ‘zine and of course I did. We go way back as friends from the 1980’s punk scene when fanzines linked a music scene and friends together.

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https://fluke.bigcartel.com/category/fluke-publishing

Big Boots and Dancing, and reading the book Generation X while trying to find Prince Buster’s 45s. RIP Terry Hall

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

X-8, HUD and AL 1979 San Fransisco
In this picture X-8 represents the original punks of Los Angeles. Who were creative, loud and in your face! 1978-79.

Pete woke up on the Chinese New Year looking out of the hotel room window while a chicken’s head was chopped off. Right across the street at a restaurant café.

Big boots and dancing…it be a trilling time for me.

This is one of my favorite images. I have posted it a few times before. It contains a lineage of Flipside Fanzine characters who worked on issues. It has an interesting foresight to It; from left to right is X-8, Hud and Al. The picture is taken by Peter Landswick. All four of us worked on Flipside together at an interesting time in the world of Punk Rock. It was before the Orange County scene exploded as well as the new generation of punk English bands. The early Los Angeles punks were much more silent now. X was going for a major label.

The Go Go’s, The Bags and Fear were kind of changing their places and goals. The original punk scene of LA was dying and a new one was forming.

I like the texture and graphic perspective of this image. Pete is a creative photographer. This picture enjoyable taken at an alley in San Francisco when we rebelliously tagged the underground mod scene. At the time The Specials and Madness are unknown bands. As wild as any youthful band. I think it is the best time of crazy characters and wild free adventures.

1 – 16 Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Staph 1979 to 1989 Those Who Caused Considerable Trouble.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers from 1979 to 1989.

Their little hearts mock others.

Relevant ~bearing upon or connected with the matter in hand; pertinent: a relevant remark.

Hudley in san fran 001 — Picture by Pete Lanswick 1980 Hud in San Fransisco

In an exclusive group a relevant remark may be very pertinent to the matter at hand but to the rest of us it is not. It is the opposite of inclusive. Though I am a private person I am also an inclusive one. When comments are exclusive they warp on the matter of a firm context to the rest of us. People that do this are like little gerbils in the corner mocking others because of their lack of intelligence or the ability to communicate properly. Their little hearts mock others.

Today a friend asked me if the Flipside Memorial page on Facebook is relevant. My first response was to what? It is a memorial page because the fanzine has not been published for 13 years. Joe and Ed wanted to create a place to share memories of Flipside Fanzine, workers on the fanzine and the early punk scene in general. They were riding the beginning of the old school punk rock nostalgia of the Big Punk Rock. Joe’s focus is on the late 80s and the early 90s. Ed I assume was more weaved into the 90s but was not a hardcore member of the Fanzine by any means. They both helped out indeed, I am not denying that.

Yet, do they have a deep exclusive understanding of the heart of the magazine? I have to yell out,

“no fucking way!”

This is where the Flipside Memorial Facebook page is lacking. They superficially dip into the realm of Flipside to protrude some sort of authority. They control rather than inform. They mock and delight in shocking others instead of illuminating fans about the underground punks scene. I agree that many images and insights from fans on the Flipside Memorial Facebook site can be fun. It does bring back some of those good old feelings, but It does not take the place of the real deal. Not even close.

The creators of the Flipside Memorial page have a diabolical hand in posting some very disturbing posts. Ones that made me disassociate with it. I only view their page if a friend shares a post with something pertaining to the Flipside Memorial page. I contributed images and comments there at one time but not any more. You judge for yourself.

The Flipside Memorial page brings friends together and this is a great thing. I can forgive Mr. Joe and Ed and move on…which is what I have done for the last couple years. In comparison I created The Seminary of Praying Mantis which also includes memories of Flipside Fanzine. I make it inclusively relevant to the growing old school punk nostalgia, which I call THE BIG PUNK ROCK. People like it and do respond to these posts more than other ones that I write.

I am cursed by Flipside Fanzine and punk rock in general. It ain’t what it use to be and it is always barking at my heels to be remembered. I am not saturated in it anymore. I pick and choose. I feel no more accountability to it. I try to make this site relative to the past, present and future from my perspective in life. Sorry folks it ain’t always about the BIG PUNK ROCK… but it is honest and I love publishing it like I loved publishing Flipside Fanzine.

In memory of Shane Williams and Pat Fear (Bill Bartell) true comrades and mentors of punk rock.

Go through girls like I go through fines… But I’ll never leave my car.

MAN AND MACHINE b/w PEACE THRU’ POWER

GROUPS FIRST RECORDING SESSION spring 1982

(Ron Emory and Mike Roche knew who they were )

"Posh and Jack both say: Please don't drink and drive! — “Posh and Jack both say: Please don’t drink and drive!

Knowing that True Sounds of Liberty or T.S.O.L. are in Europe having fun NOW…makes it all seem worth while. Jack Grisham has come out with a few books as well. These guys went through many changes through the years…some good and some bad. Regardless time shows no mercy.

Here is another Limited Edition on Colored Vinyl as the kids that they once were. Mr. Posh Boy gave them the push they needed and so this is a little bit of THEIR special PUNK ROCK history.

Poo Poo Pee DOO FOR NOSTAGIA!!

Waiting for you to move forward to the honey!!

Little boys become big boys in only a few years... Photo by Hudley — Little boys become big boys in only a few years… Photo by Hudley

I see life growing around me, changing and there are so many new stories to tell… but with procrastination comes a hallow, a shadow of watching and waiting for you to move forward to the honey!!

Today one of my kid’s longtime friends, Sebastian-across the street, came over to say hello. They have been friends since the 4th grade. We had not visited with him for a couple of years. The first thing he asked me was,

“Have you published your book?”

“No… not yet… ah.”

“Oh you haven’t found a publisher yet?”

I remember that he was always curious about what I was doing on my little laptop computer about 6 to 8 years ago. I then excused myself to take the groceries in. Darn kids are great and when they become young men they are clear, strong and to the point. I have been procrastinating. I finished the book years ago. It has a good solid foundation but needs a lot of editing and embellishment. Since then many books have been published on this particular subject of mine.

Kindling, wood and log support can help chase away evil procrastination…

Boredom, disillusionment and losing both my parents put a real damper on my need to promote it or even work on it. I also had a couple friends turn into Dementors and almost suck my very identity from me. The face of trust eludes me these days, but Sebastian has given me the extra acknowledgment, reflective push and ambush to rekindle the fire in my will to move forward again. Kindling, wood and log support can help chase away evil procrastination.

“Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
We think there is a soul, we don’t know
That soul is hard to find.”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/daily-prompt-time/

Bad triple dare day..

titillating, provocative and profound

Years ago during the boredom days of our youth Ink Disease Fanzine and the rest of us would take the triple dare. Now that I have about as much testosterone in my body as a young male I find myself seeking the same creative relief. It could be any three things such as a hamburger and fries, ice cream shake and chocolate chip cookies. We would travel around too, going to different places to do the triple dare. I have the day off today and I am pissed-off at the world. I try not to give in to aggression, force, or a ready to fight mode. Drinking beer and jumping up and down gets boring sometimes. I need to encourage my round female shape where the estrogen is hiding as a backdoor protector of such fucking awesome feminine sensibilities: I what something to help me move forward from this struggle of deep August gloom.

To day is a new and improved, fresh triple dare day or bad triple dare day. August 10, 2013.

A cigarette
Cake (chocolate or white cake not sure yet… maybe both to roll in.)
Fried chicken

I am going to take this ticket and pin it to my shirt and ‘go for it’ today… this is my bad day….ok this may be PG … maybe your Bad triple dare might be something more titillating, provocative and profound. So be it . You are welcome to take the dare with me… or not.

http://punksishippies.blogspot.com/2007/10/ink-disease-14.html