Daily Lenny: Judge Sapperstein & This, Has Turned Into a Rant. Sorry…

Friends, Romans, (Progressive Texans) & Others:

(Don’t some of Y’all hate to be classified as ‘Others’?

Smacks of Intellectual Racism to me, but that’s just me.)

Don’t you fain to disclaim?

Me no Alamo!

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How the fuck does it feel?

To be on the long side of the short fence?

For Real?

Lend Me Your Beers!

(And yer FB password. Trust Me. I’m with the Government.)

Here is your (once again belated) Daily Lenny:

And Thanks for Listening, wherever you are.

Let The Buyer Beware

And now I am gonna step out on a limb and say this:

I am with my Brothers and Sisters in the Ukraine.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

(And I do not speak that flippantly; I mean it. The whole world is watching)

Oh, and thanks for listening (Did I say that already?)

Well hell! Appreciation can never be over-played (if it is sincere)

In this case, rest assur’d it is (“Hey Madge?! Did he mean ‘over-played’ or ‘sincere’? Can never get a ‘read’ on this schmuck.”)

Cheers to all.

And if you’d get a kick reading/hearing more about it, go here:

http://texantales.com/category/lenny-bruce/

Simply because, “An uneducated proletariat is a danger to freedom.”

That is My Lance Quote; I just made it up. But, Goddamn it! I do believe it.

“Aw Shit! Lance dun gone Commie on us!. Git a rope!”

Not at all. Nope. Cool yer Heels Cowboy! Lance just knows something has gone horribly wrong…with His Texas, and more importantly, with His America. It used to be His America.

Now, it seems. It ain’t.

*End of Rant*

If you have come thus far…

Well; you are a Commie!

(Just kidding)

And of course…My National Anthem:

Just for Multi-Media Attention:

If You don’t want to stand in-line…well… REFORM

(If Y’all don’t catch my drift… well then:

I am writing with no ink in my virtual pen.

And the line forms to the right. 

Get in-line!

And have fun.

And y’all thought I was bull-shitting when I posted a previous Rant:

Wake Up Lance!

I was speaking To America.

My America.

Addendum:

I just recently completed a Mark Twain Marathon, by Ken Burns.

“Good for you, Lance Marcom; we are happy you are soooo.. much into (Our) American History…”

I wanted such a telegram, but, alas, there are no telegrams today.

So, it may seem I was born too late…

For such Liberty.

No matter.

WE, We, WE can forge our own liberty, in that same same spirit.

If we have the wherewithal.

Alas, I fear we have not.

We have the Constitution; we have The Law of Our Land; we have Our Precedent…

Alas, we have not the will

The Will, we lack . Today .

This was to be… a simple American Call to Arms.

Alas, I do not know if I am young enuff to muster:

My time has long since past.

I have not the passion to fight yet another war.

Lord knows (and that is a metaphor) I have NOT  the will, nor the strength to fight such a war, yet, I am there, in spirit. I would gladly die for MY Country: My long lost America.

Rebel? Most Certainly.

Rebellious against my country?

Never

Therein lies that dilemma,

Not I! For I am too old, and this kind of business falls to younger men

BUT, when I see the masses, the masses, in squalor, I get pissed.

Really pissed.

When CEO’s in this country make ten thousand times more than the workers…

Well, it upsets me.

(any geographical or grammatical errors are surely mine. I do apologize)

These opinions are solely mine own.

Yet, I welcome our modern-day NSA to come knock on MY DOOR.

I certainly do.

Now…

I can finally be sated (for now)

And…I am gonna continue with this for some few weeks, until I give up…

But, Y’all know, when I get unto a ‘kick’ I hang on.

So…we shall see.

–Lance Out

Wow Lance! THAT was some long-winded RANT!

heheheheh

No Worries: Nobody Read it but The NSA of the USA.

There’s somethin’ happening Here…

 

 

 

The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem…

Therefore, here I go:

“Problem? I haven’t got a problem. I’ve got fucking problems. Plural.”

-Tim Roth (I think)

But for my purpose here tonight, I wish to discuss just the one. (It is My Blog after all, ain’t it?)

My ‘Tonight’s Problem’ concerns the fascination I hold for Lenny Bruce.

Now, for those of you who care not for Lenny, check out some of my other stuff which is about as far removed from Lenny as one could ever get: On a jet ski—or on a plane—or on a train—or in an automobile, or on an underwater water ski–actually a prototype that never went anywhere important.

For the rest of you who graciously humor me, here goes:

I am posting this video simply because it is the only one out there of Lenny before he died. And in point of fact, the only one ever done, aside from his very early days before he hit his stride (shit like Steve Allen, etc). This is most definitely not Lenny at his best.

One commenter on YouTube summed it up nicely:

“Just for starters, this isn’t Lenny at his peak…he’s just rushing through his most famous bits, like so many classic rock bands do with THEIR greatest hits…At this point in Time, he had about a year to live…there aren’t enuff characters remaining for me to list all the comics who owe their careers to Lenny…”

–Andrew Geshen (Via YouTube)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGDiyoVrMoU

Honestly, I can not say it better than Mr. Geshen did above.

What I can say is this:

I have a problem with Lenny Bruce.

And admitting that should make all the difference.

Please watch and comment, if you want to.

Cheers,

Lance

P.S. I would be doing a disservice, and remiss, if I did not include the last two minutes of his act:

“I never met a Dyke I didn’t like.”

And ya know what? Neither did I, now that I ponder on it.

 

 

Texan in a Shoe Box

By way of an update: Goodness Gracious!

Not sure what got into my head last night while penning this post, but please let me assure you and endeavor to clarify: It was all in good fun. Some of the comments I received made me feel as if my sentiments were not properly taken in the spirit they were (so carefully?) thought out and given: My fault of course due to my lack of communication skills. My point here is simply this: I do not judge folks and in fact, I do love all of humanity. I have always been pro-Every-Thing–just as long as your ‘ever’ thang’ don’t impose on my ever’ thang’. Or instill in me a desire to smack you with a dead fish.

I am pro-choice, pro-gay marriage, pro-black, pro-white, pro-red, pro-yellow, pro-brown, pro-albino, pro-short, pro-tall, pro-rich, (good for y’all), pro-North, pro-South, pro-poor, pro-homeless, pro-McMansion-ite, pro-freedom, pro-hippy, pro-military, pro-redneck, pro-freedom, pro-Texan, pro-Human.

Pretty much, as a species, I like us. (The occasional mass wars and genocide “notewithstanding”

‘Live and let live’ That has always been me.

See, there I go again. Tripping over my…. Well, I do hope y’all understand. (Now I feel somewhat better. Hope it lasts.)

***************

About Last Night:

Searching for something poignant to blog, blather about.

Fail

My Muse is having a coffee…

Damn Muses! Caint trust ‘em. Caint shoot ‘em.

Caint kill ’em.

Anyway…

Pondering my life of last:

I swerved unto an idea:

“Post some more show tunes, Schmuck!”

Why not?

Okay. Here is mine for today:

I am not gay

Yet, I can do some ‘gay’ things. I have done what some would consider gay things. I have exhibited what some in my close circle would perceive as ‘gayness’.

Mostly having to do with my fondness of Musicals.

Yep. I said it: Musicals.

Rodgers and Hammerstein.

Love them all.

Your Humble Servant: Capt. Von Trapp, circa, 1975

Lance as Capt. Von Trapp,  1974

Also love Bob Fosse.

Was he gay? Probably not.

Point is:

I am not gay, not saying I harbor any animosity to the LGBT community; it is just that by watching and loving ‘Gay Things” I don’ wanna be lumped in with you.

But I do admire your courage.

Sincerely, I do.

You… rock on!

Power to ya!

Just leave me out.

My axes are my axes and for me, bigger to grind.

Cheers,

Lancers

P.S. I am putting my Texan Citizenship on the line here…

But, I stand by me: I love humanity. All shapes, sizes, sexual preferences. All of us we call ‘human’.

We have thumbs, don’t we?

Let’s use them.

“Y’all: just sweeze on-shan-tay”

(Je parle français très bien, n’est-ce pas?)

Yep!

Post Post Script:

Joel Grey!

I do think the Oscars were invented for him.

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