Profane Profanity! (With Special Guest Star: ‘Mend Your Speech A Little Cordelia’–That’s MY Gal! You Go Girl!)

If there is a God

(And that debate continues unabated, & ad nauseam)

IF There IS A God, She Would Be Moniker’d ‘Cordelia’

Nuff Said from The ‘Peanut Gallery That is Me

I use a lot.

A lot of

Profanity

What can I say?

I am a Texan / Sailor

Or a Sailor / Texan

(Never sure which takes priority)

But Profane is my natural nature.

Never mean to offend.

Perhaps I should mend

My speech a little.

Naw!

Fuck that!

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From ‘Lear’:

CORDELIA:

“Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty

According to my bond, no more nor less.”

LEAR:

“How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,

Lest you may mar your fortunes.”

Sunday is Rapidly Approaching–Relentlessly Snipping at My Heels. Just Another Manic Sunday! I Fukk’en HATE Sundays!

Preach On My Brother!

“There’s Nothin’ Short ah Dyin'”

FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!

Office Space – Printer Scenes (uncensored) Intro

Die Mutha-Fu*Kah! Die Mutha-Fu*Kah! Die Mutha-Fu*Kah!

DIE!

Cred For Vid: nifelhell42

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Monkey Sez:

“Hey Asshole! You Keep F*cking wid me, we gonna take your Planet. Watch the F*ckin’ Movie. Talk to Chuck! He will dial you in Hot-Rod!”

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I F*cking HATE Sundays

Why?

Reasons:

  1. Cannot buy booze
  2. No real ‘News’
  3. Nothing interesting ever happens on a Sunday
  4. I havta take a shower
  5. I have to put on “not white trash’ clothing
  6. I feel compelled to find a church to sit in bored to death
  7. I cannot speak freely–must ‘mend my speech’
  8. Yada Yada Yada Bullshit

Oh Susanna! Take Me Away!

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Sunday Mournin’ Comin’ Downtown

Kris Classic Below; Don’t Be A Fool.

Clik It

Street Cred for Vid: biggestkkfan

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Special Bonus Guest Star

George Carlin!

666

More Ref (Just for Balance)

Clik The Link

Little Late, But Who Gives A Shite? Teaser! I’ll Get To it! Some-Day! Sun-Day Mournin’, I Frown

“NO Way To Hold My Head That Didn’t Hurt”

My Life!

Isn’t it Sad?

Notes From A Moron:

Yeah! I Can Keep Attempting To Write About Shite, Right Until I Fall Off The Edge Of The Planet! Come Along if You Can.

Please Understand,

You May Not Come Back…

Chance You Take

Amboy Dukes – Journey To The Center Of The Mind

So Lame! But I love It! 

But I Won’t

For You see?

This is a Work-In-I Digress

My Mind… Is A Terrible Thing.

Surely Y’all Can See’ that!

Yes?!

INSANITY PROFILE:

SO VILE!

Cred: Critical Drinker

Re-Run–Just for Fun! Socialism and all those ‘Is-Um’s Fail! Spectacularly, Magnificently!! “Grapes of Wrath?” Want A Bath? Good Luck With That!

The Grapes of Wrath

Buddy Can You Spare a Dime?

Artist: Judy Collins

Must Watch / Listen.

Such a Beautiful Voice from such a Beautiful, Talented Lady.

And such an emotional, wonderful, sad song.

It will move you.

If You Do Possess A Soul, That is…

This Clip Breaks My Fu*kin’ Heart—

My People Lived This!

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Vid Share Cred: TheBigValley

Do Re Mi- Woody Guthrie:

Vid cred: Anne Miller

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Trailer Trash

(Just Kidding)

This is The Orig Movie Trailer

I am still trying to get through Ken Burns’ documentary,

“The Dust Bowl”

But it is tearing my soul.

My people lived it.

When I was a senior in Honey Grove High School, we were tasked with reading Steinbeck, ‘Grapes of Wrath.’

I remember sharing a copy of my father’s with a classmate named Cindy…. I had a crush on her, but she didn’t really like me. She was very tall, short – cropped reddish blond hair. Feisty. Never hesitant to tell someone who had pissed her off to “Fuck off.” Stunning, but not real pretty… Many years later she and I…. Nope. I am not gonna go there….I still value my life.

Never mind.

However, we shared my copy of the book and would sit too close together, physically touching in fact, reading the same pages at the same time.

Her boyfriend, who would eventually become her husband, was walking down the hall one day and saw us with our heads bowed together, reading the Goddamn book aloud to each other…. together….

He was not pleased by that sight.

She later told me she caught hell from him over that.

And then she laughed.

She was a strong, head-strong young woman.

I did love her.

But, shit!
I loved every strong, headstrong woman I ever met.

I was not that strong and I was afraid.

Afraid her boyfriend was gonna kick my ass over that.

So I found/bought/borrowed/stole a second copy and gave it to her, so that we didn’t have to sit too close in the classroom anymore.

This was a cowardly, stupid move on my part….

I eventually got braver and grew a pair….

Later.

Getting off track.

Sorry.

I cannot continue this right now.

Will try to return to it at some point,

And endeavor to say all the things and feelings and thoughts I want to say.

(But Y’all already know I am lying.)

Cheers!

–Lance

History Brief: Daily Life in the 1930s

Cred: Reading Through History

Al Jolson – Brother can you spare a Dime

Cred for Vid: isthisnametook

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Sad footnote:

Cindy’s (Cindi?—never could spell her name right-which always pissed her off)

Cindi’s little brother informed me several years ago that she had died.

I cried.

I cried real, sincere tears

For her.

But mostly for me and another great, lost loved friend.

Lost forever to me.

She was crazy-wild and free and scared me, but I always wanted to sit next to her and read Steinbeck together— just one more time.

I still think of her often.

I miss you Cindy/Cindi

I will by dying soon too.

Perhaps I will join you again and we can read Steinbeck again…. together.

Again.

You down with that Girl?

Girl that never was my Girl. But you live still in my heart. And you always will every time I read a good book…. sadly I have no one to read with anymore. That was a stolen moment we had.

We shared a good book experience.

Together.

In For Real Time.

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Wondering who, if anyone, will cry for me Argentina?

I’d like to think

Cindi Would

If She Could

But She Caint

That Bitch Died

On

Me!

Andrew Lloyd Webber Once was quoted as sayin of Madonna, Playing/ Performing Evita”

This was Just Madonna, being Madonna!

What an ass-hole he was/is!

Madonna poured her heart and Soul into that Role!

Mother-Fuck You!
Andrew Lloyd Webber!

Mother-fuk U!

WALTER, Or ‘Big City, Turn Me Loose & Set Me Free’ “Keep Ur Retirement & Yer So-Call’d ‘Social Security'” LMFAO!

And Like A Good Neighbor… State Farm is There!

Grapes of my WRATH

Stand By!

Justice is A-Comin’

A Beautiful Day in My Neighborhood

I am gonna attempt to re-count this as accurately and as honestly, as it is a TRUTH Story.

So there I was, my butt firmly ensconced and welded to my cheap beach chair, happily listening to Merle:

“Big City”

BTW, Ask me About Merle–He Did Some Hard-Time in San Quentin

Ronnie Pardoned Him

Go Figger!

Bacck in some day.. I wr’ke for a man, Joe Whitley–

Screw’d his Daughter too

He looked and acted exactly Like Merle Haggard.

I loved him.

Sadly,

I did NOT Love His Daughter,

Although I do now, Brown Cow!

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There came a knock upon my door.

I yelled, OK, didn’t yell. I said, “Hang on; I’m a-comin’”

Got the door open and was greeted by the visage of a BBM—Big-Black-Man.

I was born’d, rear’d & raised to be a racist asshole, so natch, my first thought was “Now where did I put my Glock Nine?”

(I continue to ‘Work That Problem, but old rearin’s die hard, slow painful deaths)

Another aside: I was Raised in Ladonia, Texas by a wonderful old black lady, Her name was ‘Jenella’–I loved her

Until I was told I Shouldn’t–Couldn’t–NOT OUR Way!

Seriously???

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Turns out I didn’t need it–The Glock

Standing in my doorway was a pleasant-faced big-black-man.

“Hi” he said. “My name’s Walter. I am your neighbor,”

I stepped out onto my ‘porch’ and said,

“Hiyas Walter, my name is ‘Lance’ and I am also apparently your neighbor. What’s up?”

“Uh…” He hesitated, “Could you please turn down the volume on your music—I can hear it through my wall,”

“What? You not a Merle Haggard fan?”

“Uh… Yeah, I am, but not right now; not today; too early.”

I laughed and extended my hand.

He took it and shook it.

“Walter,” I said, “I will certainly do as you ask. Not often do tenants in this town have the decency nor courage, to simply take the matter of the problem to the source. I admire that in a man, and I apologize for my too loud Merle. Nice to know brave, decent folk live in my ‘Hood’—That’s a joke, by the way.”

“Thanks and I get the joke.” he said. And walked back to his Mouse-House,

I retired back to mine and went searchin’ for my headphones…

And Rainbows

Cred: MTB

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Y’all see?

This is HOW it is Supposed to BE:

Decent people, doing decent things. Respecting– No “Callin’ Up The Management!

Just Communicate!

Be Decent!

Respect Fellow Humans.

That is ALL it Takes

Simple as That.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

That Thing Called Respect

Cred: Sunny Shin

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A short film on respect

That is ALL it Ever Takes.

Respect!

Why have most lost this basic knowledge?

I now know I have at least one decent neighbor who has earned my Respect.

I hope to earn his.

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P.S. Those of Y’all Who are Astute

May Have Noticed

That I Always (Well Mostly…)

Credit Those of Whom I ‘Steal’ Content.

This is just my Way.

Okay?

We Good??

No!

We Great!

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Good People – Jack Johnson