Why The Fuck Do You Think I Enlisted in The US Fuckin’ Navy?
Sure! Some of it was My Ego!
I Thought I Could Become a Fuckin’ NAVY FUCKIN’ SEAL Guess What?
That did Not Pan Out For Me!
Fuckin’ Twice!
Did I Blame Anyone But Me?
Of Course Not!
(Wow! there’s too mucho mas profanity in this post! But! I am fuckin’ Sailor! Ignore or block me!)
POSITIVE!
CRED FOR BELOW: MISTER Coffey Anderson
I LOVE MY AMERICA!
CRED: LEE GREENWOOD
Author’s Note and Warning
How I hear my “inner post Voice”:
Or, if you prefer,
“Clang Clang Clang Went My Folly”
Maybe THIS Version Won’t
Take
Three Fuckin’ Decades To Load!
Here’s to Hopin’!
My Daddy, Ralph A. Marcom,
once said something incredible stupid to me. Actually it was more of a lament.
He was just thinking out loud, I suppose.
I was knee – deep in my rehearsals with Sister Madelyn, getting ready to perform “The Sound of Music” — read about that somewhere else in these pages. Anyway, he said to me, or asked me: “Why don’t kids ever get together and say, “Let’s put on a show?”
I said, “Daddy, ‘Summer – Stock’ was just a fantasy. No one ever lived that.”
I think that was the beginning of the ending of my relationship, my good one, with my father.
Summer Stock, Le Trailer:
Vid Cred: Panos Golfis
Vid Cred: pokeahugkiss
Street Cred for Vid: kherrick90
Credit: TOPPOP: Star sisters
“Any barmaid can be a star-made”
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Hey Film Buffs! This (Below) is Required Watching!
She Makes Me ‘Happy’–Sort-Of. I Love Her! I Desire Her In My Life. “‘Tis A Consummation Devoutly to Be Wished”
(Sorry Y’all–Wrong Play Reference)
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‘Shakespearean’ Kind of Day. This Here Cowboy… For My Missed Sis: Madelyn, My Lady Macbeth: I Miss Her, Marvelous Much, And I’ll Never Forgive Her–For Dying On Me. Bitch!
“Look like th’innocent flower,
But be the Serpent under’t” or “Come you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here.”—
–Lady Mac B
^^^
Out Of All Shakespearean Female Characters
This Cowboy Finds Lady Macbeth
The Most Captivating
The Most Fascinating
The Most Stimulating
The Most Everlasting
Francesca Annis, The Best Lady Macbeth
Ever! and Forever!
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Blond Ambition:
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“Take The Dagger”
She Didn’t Verbalize That. She Didn’t Have To
Just Look Into Her Eyes. Could You Say ‘No?”
I Know I couldn’t.
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MACBETH
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH
And when goes hence?
MACBETH
Tomorrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH
O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent flower,
But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming
Must be provided for; and you shall put
This night’s great business into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
MACBETH
We will speak further
LADY MACBETH
Only look up clear.
To alter favor ever is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me
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“Unsex Me Here”
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Why do I hold Lady Macbeth in such high esteem one may ask?
Isn’t it patently obvious?
She is cunning. She is manipulative. She is strong. (Much stronger than her husband)
“Screw your courage to the sticking-place,And we’ll not fail.
”Have You Lost Your Mind? Your Will?”
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She is intelligent.
She is ‘ambition-on-steroids’.
She is resolute.
She is brave.
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She is Affectionate and Loving.
(Yes! Oh Yes She Is!—To her husband)
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She is loyal (The whole world of her ambition is her husband)
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She is broken.
She is madness. (In mind and in deed)
“Out! damned spot! One, two, — why, then ‘tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? – Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.”
Anyone who ‘reads me’ knows my position on ‘artists’ and art.
If you do not, here is the ‘short’ version:
“I don’t give two cups of warm spit about what they (artists, creators, movie stars, entertainers, et cetera) do off camera, off stage, away from the set, away from the recording booth.Or whatever they choose to do while in their boudoirs.
All I care about is what they create.
Does it enrich my life?
Does it entertain me?
Does it educate me?
Does it make me laugh?
Does it make me cry?
Does it move me?
Or Does It Waste My Time?
These are the only measures of worth I employ.”
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Anything Else IS A WASTE of my Mental Energy and My Time.
And My Time is the Most Valuable Thing I Own.
Or as we say in Texas (Usually about Land, but it fits even better in this context):
Below Please Find The Relevant Text If You Do Not Want To Follow The Link To The Complete Post Above.
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Now I am cognizant of the fact that there are myriad ‘Madonna Haters’ out there in ‘Radio Land.’
Here is My Philosophy, (Well-Documented in some of my posts) and some advice:
You don’t have to love the ‘artist-person’ to love the art. There are lots of performers I detest because of their off-stage persona or antics, or just piss-poor personality in general.
But… That does not stop me from enjoying and appreciating their art.
I do not give two shits about their politics, arrogance, religion, sexual preferences, et cetera. If their art entertains and enriches my life, I am good with them.
On the other hand, they can be as wonderful and charming as all get out, but if they have no true performance talent, I move on.
Here is the advice part for anyone out there who may need it:
Do not be so narrow and small-minded, and full of your own morality that you prevent yourself from enjoying good art.
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Want a Second Opinion?
Watch this from Critical Drinker
So Fukken Poignant
If Not, That loss is yours.
And yours alone.
Believe me, the artists, the great ones especially, don’t give a shit if you boycott them or not.
Try to remember:
“Life is a Cabaret”
Enjoy it while it lasts. Don’t deny yourself value and enjoyment in your life just because some great performer pisses you off due to their persona while off-stage.
Anyhow, I had this post develop in my head. A post about good and bad. A post about optimism and pessimism. A post about Human Decency.
Then I promised me: I Promised me I would not post it because it might sound too preachy, but when we fall away from stating the obvious, because “it has been said too many times before,” well then we forget. And dammit! Some of us need reminding from time to time.
“The Greatest Bullshit Story Ever Sold” With My Humble (cough cough) Opinion
Joni Love Letter Thrown in at the End.
Tread Softly. And I’m sorry the text don’t line up properly with the images. WordPress is Stupid. I cannot fix stupid.
(Most likely offensive to ‘People of Faith’–read at your own annoyance)
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The Greatest Story Ever Told (If told at Woodstock)
(And seriously Y’all, y’all need to watch the video First)
But before we go there enter:
This Post Will PISS some people Off (IF I am doing my job)
However I do NOT want to Piss Anyone Off (Not my job)
Ambiguous? Yeah!
So, therefore, and furthermore, and forevermore: I put below the ‘continue reading’ button.
And don’t shoot me: I just play piano here… on Tuesdays… and for milk money… for the kids.
The video is germane. Watch it.
Cheers, Peace, Blessings, Love and Happiness & Joy (and I do mean all of that shit. Sincerely. Hey by the way, Anyone seen Joy? She was just here a minute ago…)
Cast of Characters:
Mary, Mother Mary, Virgin Mary, Mother of All Inventions.
Joseph, Joe, Just Plain Joe, Cuckold, Erstwhile Surrogate Father of Jesus.
Joe! Go Pick some Radishes. Jesus is hungry. And stop smokin’ that shit!
I did not put in The Crucifixion/Resurrection, (mainly because I don’t believe that shit and also because I could not find an example in the show) and also, mainly because at
Woodstock… drum roll please:
nobody had to die to save me.
It’s OK Jesus: I’m doin’ fine, but Thank You for askin’.
And Thank YOU to anyone who has travell’d this far with me.
Cheers, Lance
Added Value: George Carlin vs. Religious Douchebag