For a shot of Whiskey

Charles Tatum : When they bleached your hair, they must have bleached your brain too.




“Tatum gets work from his the local newspaper, but finds that there’s not much in the way of pressing news. However, when Tatum catches wind of a treasure hunter (Richard Benedict) trapped in a mineshaft, he turns the story into a media sensation. Soon Tatum is using unscrupulous tactics to draw out the situation, an approach that comes back to haunt him.” -Ace In the Hole.

“To draw out the situation.” The only reason Trump is not hugging his bunk in prison right now is because he creates a “media sensation.” The media is using him like the “treasure hunter trapped in a mineshaft.”

And we all know how the film Ace in the Hole (1951) ends.

“Leo (treasure hunter) begins to become ill as time passes and his health decides the futures of those making a profit from his demise.”

Sounds like you need to vote for me then …


Campaign for Mr. Fuck

Reporter for The Comic Times:

Mr. Fuck what do you think about Trump appealing states taking him off the ballot?

Mr. Fuck:

Listen I blame Trump for the January 6th insurrection.

Biden I blame for not locking him up and all his senators and house representatives cronies. They all need to be convicted of treason! NOW!

And remember my campaign slogan all Political quotes from me, a free citizen running for President. A champion for our democracy! Are given to you for a free shot of whiskey.🥃


Hearts Buoyant

To U.S. Representative for California’s 28th congressional district Adam Schiff

I see an illuminated bright five pointed star
Over the emotional ocean
Of black and greasy-greedy oilThe light moving upon this darkness Wavering leaps of sparkling exuberance.

This star ascends as the current below moves like the waves of a darkened Depressed ocean. 

Shall we focus on the star For the exuberance is likeA cleaning soapA detergent affirming justice The Eagle is scrubbed clean.

I see an illuminated bright five pointed star  I hear the waves of the ocean Calling to break theEagle clean.

Returns the rhythm to the rogue wavesI see justice there  hearts are buoyantUpon that black and greasy-greedy oilawareness and mindfulnessThe Eagle is scrubbed clean! 

Summer Poem number 2


I used to see anarchy & chaos much differently.

Today I see it as something I will not agree to.

Yet the will of an individual can be applied for the benefits of all or for only oneself.

To harm others without caring.  

I used to think it was to bring all others to the table and to change and make new ways of seeing the world creativity and imaginatively.

An individual can uniquely inspire a generation, or a few people, to be good human beings.  

Or the opposite can happen when an ego causes dark chaos & we are witnessing this now. 

It is a time to consider this all, …. as very important parts of who we all are!? So much for August… it does this to me.

Stop being a sap !

There are lots of pros and cons about the past solar eclipse. I think it is cool. I did not go to see it. There are plenty of beautiful images online to see. I can think of eclipses in my life though. One of them was Joe Strummer. His voice had an eclipse on my feelings as a youngster. As for many others, he changed our lives! Their first 1977 LP The Clash pushed all the right bottoms and was special for many underground characters. His voice woke me from my slumber. I experienced them at the Santa Monica Civic on their first US tour, Wow!

It has been forty years and he still moves through my heart. All those feelings; to be authentic, real, and alive. To create things uniquely and roughly with your own hands. Forty years of punk rock and I completed my four Punk@lullabys ! My Big celebration! I reached my goal and it worked out as I planned.

It feels good to know that my celebration is more an inward accomplishment for a punk ideology that still pulls through my heart as Joe still does.


Happy 40 years!

I am happy!
Happy Birthday Joe.
Thank 



My Punkalullaby one – four….

https://hudleyflipside.com/the-seminary-of-praying-mantis-presents-once-more-my-punkalullaby-1-4/


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/

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 3

Trump wants more money but no words of “OUR NATION IS AT WAR”…. nothing new in the scheme of lies told by our presidents… at least this guy, Army General Tony Thomas commander of U.S. special operation forces, has the balls to tell the truth.

Last year under Obama’s eye of fine etiquette and diplomacy, he silently bombed the hell out of other countries… and Trump is lying about it still.

We at Flopside COmics oppose war and bombing other countries but we love the truth when we hear it!!


war



Scorching Propaganda

Laws control the lesser man… Right conduct controls the greater one.

~ Mark Twain




As I research this Bannon character, who is about to take over the White House, or become the new Chief of Staff, I see a man with honorable and dishonorable credentials! He is playing the country against itself. All the nasty shadowy things come forth as hate power and helplessness. He plays democrats and republicans against the other. We are being scorched to some unknown place ahead of us.

I have been invited to create a postcard and send it, in opposition of Bannon. Yet, by reading about him I have learned so much more about politics. I cannot say his goals are strangely honorable or dishonorable. He seems like a Hannibal Lecter sort of motivated politician. He seems to want to tear down the system as it is. What value or danger is awaiting “we the people” is not clear to me? He has scorched us.

I will send my postcard. Yet, the contradictory ways of Bannon are strange. But are they? He uses technology and knowledge to manipulate us. His propaganda is meant to awaken a response in us. Edward Bernays knew this by way of Freudian psychology. Not a new game in politics, corporations, or religion.

My postcard will also state an open question to him.

“What is your goal for “we the people?” Are we to be scorched only? You have scorched those in power now! Are you just a Dr. Jekyll -Mr. Hyde evil genius like the newspapers say?”

“You fear the world too much,’ she answered gently. ‘All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off, one by one, until the master passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?”

Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol


Postcard Avalanche to Denounce Bannon

https://www.facebook.com/events/235432800204102/


Seldom Forgotten

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“1940 is the year when we approach the meridian of the first star in Aquarius. It is the premonitory earthquake of the New Age.” We see how Jung considered earthly occurrences in a cosmic context, with an eye toward the approach of the Age of Aquarius, which was supposed to come after the Age of Pisces in the global calendar. This fact, differently interpreted by the various esoteric groups, was frequently connected with an “age of enlightenment” and great steps forward in spiritual progress. But it is not seldom forgotten that spiritual maturity carries the price of great suffering and severe trials. As Jung was certainly clearly aware of this aspect…” Pg. 333-334, The Second World War, Jung: A biography.

New Age, Age of Aquarius and “age of enlightenment” always put a little fear in me. At this time of the year the dead whisper their stories through dreams, books and biographies. This Sunday I pulled my random book. I started reading randomly. The above quote from Carl Jung’s biography pulled at me. Directly pulling at reflections and meditations of the day.

After an early meditation outside near the bomb shelter; small rough golden and dark green leaves falling from the Cyprus tree onto my head, then down to my lap. Looking up I saw a small song bird right above me on a branch chirping and giving itself a cleaning. I was focused on it. The coolness in the air calmed me as I looked up away further to see another bird flying. A white bird; a seagull or maybe an owl. It was flying South West. A large bright bird highlighted by the rising sun.  In my wonder I then looked down to see that the little song bird had left a white bird poop on my lap.

“Nasty little bird…I think I get the hint!!”

I got up and walked towards the house. Both female cats disturbed by my movement, as they had found a temporary warm home near my legs and feet.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/1984/