When I was a wee chile, tryin’ to survive in Fremont CA, Mother dragged me to theater, to screen “The Greatest Story Ever Told.”
I was NOT properly impressed.
Fu*k u Mom! Just Kiddin’!! I LOVED My Mother–Very Dearly–And As Previously Reported: My Mother Was The Original ‘Hippy-Chick’– She called herself a “Christian” But In Reality, She was an Atheist. Precisely why I Loved my Mother; I was an atheist, since I was first born, or hatched, Your choice.
You G’Damn Bet-Cha!
LMFAO!
Only A Reminder That You’re Just Not Good Enough
“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.
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Cast of Characters:
Mary, Mother Mary, Virgin Mary, Mother of All Inventions.
Joseph, Joe, Just Plain Joe, Cuckold, Erstwhile Surrogate Father of Jesus.
Ya gotta love Joe. Ya just gotta.
Baby Jesus, aka Baby Hey Zeus, aka, Christmas… Pre-sents
Not even gonna comment on this one, but, be my guest.
Saint Peter
Jesus Playing with the Mothers of Immaculate Conception, circa 0014 AD
You Really Didn’t Believe That “Rode Into Town on an Ass” bit did you?
“I’m There Dude!”
Brother Failwell
Then Dad said, “Go Preach Your Ass Off!
And Jesus Said, “We’re there Dude! Just look at ‘em!”
Case Rested
Yay! Jesus!
“They’re eatin’ this shit up!
Hey! Judas! Come check this out!
Judas: Enema needing to Happen. “Nothing to see here; move along…”
“Ah shit!
Here come those Romanians Again! Don’t these people ever give up? Gotta go!”
I love the smell of burnt Jesus in the morning
“As God as My Wit-less-ness, I shall never be hungry again! (As long as I have these radishes)”
Last Toke, I mean Last Munchies
Joe! Go Pick some Radishes. Jesus is hungry. And stop smokin’ that shit!
In The Bullshit Department…
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Bonus
Just for Fun:
CSN & Young
JONI!
Woodstock
She Wrote it
Didn’t ‘Physically’ live it
But as much as anybody
Embodied it
Duh
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I can count on one hand and one toe
All the ways I can be made to be pissed off
I will not list all six
But
Know this:
At the top
Is
Being disrespectful
To
Joni
Do Not Go
There
Trust me
You will not like me
I will
Hurt
You
Want And Worry–too Much Hurry! nO gLORY! and How I Was In Such A Hurry To Get My Ass Kicked Over It (Reading That Book) Or “Buddy Can You Spare a Dime?, Or Yer Girl-Friend?
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 Are Human Anyway)
Vid Share Cred: TheBigValley
Do Re Mi- Woody Guthrie:
Vid cred: Anne Miller
***
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
***
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.
***
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!
Ed. Note: I seem to recall that Cindi’s Brother informed me (After reading the original posting of this post) that she was very much still alive. (or perhaps I dreamed it–Dunno)
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!
***
Vid Share Cred: TheBigValley
Do Re Mi- Woody Guthrie:
Vid cred: Anne Miller
***
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 “Fu*k 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
***
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.
***
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-Fu*k You!
Andrew Lloyd Webber!
Mother-fuk U!
“Grapes of Wrath” Want A Bath? Good Luck With ThaT! Want And Worry–too Much Hurry! nO gLORY! and How I Was In Such A Hurry To Get My Ass Kicked Over It (Reading That Book) Or “Buddy Can You Spare a Dime?,
Or Yer Girl-Friend???”
*******
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.
Vid Share Cred: TheBigValley
Do Re Mi- Woody Guthrie:
Vid cred: Anne Miller
***
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.
****
Cindi had a lot of emotional issues.
I WILL NOT detail them here
Because I am a gentleman
****
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.
But Actually, I Was Mostly Afraid of Her
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
***
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 shared.
We shared a good book experience.
Together.
In For Real Time.
***
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-F*ck You!
Andrew Lloyd Webber!
Mother-fuk U!
