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The aptest, most beautiful, for amber waves of bullshit, the shit show continues and human rights and love will have to just hold the fuck on, we ain't got time for that shit out here, we have to save America, all you fuckin' guys need to rise up and then what? Now, again, what do you want??

"We want to get even, we want to win. We want it to be white, well-behaved, in its place, and quiet down."

I heard from the mouth of a returning Marine, "we are fighting for this?" he waved his arms,  indicating what the hell is he fighting for, is he going to Iraq to save me and you? Well, he did. Then, he found out what chickenshit is, what FUBAR means or SNAFU, maybe not long ago he watched the Army burn fifty million dollars worth of gear in a hole in the desert and he can't get into the VA because they are underfunded. He never really wanted to hurt anyone, he wanted to help, but.... that's not what the Bush Regime was up to, they were Neo-Cons, new idea guys, yeah? Well, welcome to Bushland, it is all the Billion Dollar Dick Cheney world we are in, make no mistake about it, even if you don't like it, they got it, yes they did, 

The crime of crimes, no one says it, Bush sent our honest to god militia, our National Guard, the best idea in the entire armed forces of us, the guys who guarded us at home, lived at home, and ....they went to get the terrorists that were never in Iraq, a washed out 4th world country and the idea was hit them fast, get their love on board, loot ,loot,loot and then, give it back for all their oil from now on and we will be alright again, you can eat and have airplanes again right after we're done, it's going to be fine...

WE ARE THE GOOD GUYS COMING NOW TO SAVE THEM

 and you are coming with us

Maybe we can sue someone for peace in the Supreme Corpse over there, where the judges laugh up their sleeves at the minority rulers, the Wannabees, Do Bees and the Don't Bees from Mrs. Thomas cabinet picks are scheduling appointments for aqua therapy in the Nixon Bowling Alley downstairs.

I won't be there

I would much rather be here

                                                 

   

Probably cost $3.00 to get in, and no alcohol was sold so everyone can come in and dance, they were advertised as dances at first, at the Maritime Hall, Avalon Ballroom, and Family Dog. one venue started and was run by the guy who hitchhiked from Port Arthur, Texas to SF with Janis Joplin in 1964, another built by a man who survived the holocaust, was in a camp and was saved by the Allies.

All three are gone now, but it was good while it lasted.

Lemme see, which Rally do I wanna go to Saturday Night? Go see the Orange Whirley Bird or Albert King at the Fillmore? Yeah?? What about you??? Probably, if you read this, I'd see you at the show....

                                      Now this is a Rick Griffin, Alton Kelly work of art, unique then, widely used by anyone who wanted to, free, they used to be stapled to telephone poles all over San Francisco and everywhere else too, for a while, the posters, the handbills, Rip Off Press, get amazed by all the weird and fun names all us kids were coming up with to name our bands, labels came off and got switched around, we began to think about the planet, all people are welcome here, we are welcome everywhere too, mostly the populations we had invaded and stayed with seemed like they got used to us, of course, they wanted to BE us, we learned that one good, we are on top, the top, top top top. and we were thinking that we were having the hopeful beginnings of, and I quote the Fifth Dimension;

"This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius" and I felt like maybe it was, I was a dumb kid, give me a break, I found out what was what as soon as I looked, but that dawn sure sounded good to me, I had visions of it, like dancing sugar plums in my head. I heard about astrology as a real thing for the first time around then, I had no idea that planets aligned, Pluto was still one of us, way back there...

***The Fifth Dimension***
did not do rap in 68
that was the Village Poets, in Washington Square Park
another of the true voices of that time

DO YOU THINK IT'S CORNY? 

So do I, now I am all fucking smartly grown into an "adult", but I sang that song in my mind, along with a million more, no one knew I was singing though, I wouldn't have been "cool" maybe, I couldn't chance it, if I tried to play and I wasn't the best, all that bullshit, and, this is the big one, I did not have the self-discipline together to so much as learn a chord and keep up with a practice schedule like I could with sports back then, I just couldn't do it then. I might try it now, while I learn French, Portuguese and Spanish......

                                    

                                    There is a lot more to this great song besides what you hear on the device you are using, I used to listen to "Aquarius' on my little 9-volt transistor am radio in our fort out in the woods in Germany, I had no idea what they were singing about I do not think, I wanted to though, for real, so I went and found out. 

It's complicated

       Hey, I got this from my redneck next-door neighbor, who accuses me of being a hippie all the time, left this little statue in my front yard," found it back over by the beaver pond we blew up yesterday, in case you could use it fer sumthin', it's some kinda art thing".

He's just flat-out a great guy, I have called him 'son" and boy did that ever wake him up. So kind of him to donate the art to me. 

It is, you see, a joke...a funny on me, the artsy fartsy hippie squirrel feeding pot smokin' neighbor. I don't know where the other arm is, but his dick is right there, see? About that dick, this guy is looking to me like a Chinese warrior, Mongolian I bet, but he is circumcised. Now, the Huns were mean, but I never heard they were that mean, I think us guys that were under the influence of the Jewish faith, yeah, that's right, they are the circumcisors, hey? He is probably a rendition of someone's boyfriend from San Francisco, look at me gay snickering again...my dumbass whistle self, my people are Irish, I am cut, was the pope in on it? Maybe I can sue???

Steve...call me...I am back out of line again.....I know I know, it is not funny..

.****yes it is, it is funny...

Why is it done? Who the fuck thought that one up?

They, we, have to break the beaver dam in half, it otherwise floods the wrong field, it has been going on forever, the beavers don't like it I am sure, but that's the way it goes, we got chain saws and they don't. They are only injured emotionally and since they have Beaver Brains, it probably doesn't bother them for long, they get right to work fixing it again, every year. Totally destroying the dam has never been mentioned.

Talking about great fish news, fish, and everything else involved in the event, four Klamath River Dams, dams are the bane, one of them, of the Salmon, Steelhead, Otters, Sturgeon, minnows, and  billions of birds, four dams are coming down, out of the water, gone, goodbye, the Yurok and Karok peoples councils have it going on, man they worked for that,, twenty years of it and now, they come out, not down, out...goodbye.

My favorite eco warrior of all time, the thinking author ,here after living in hell, Derrick Jensen is having a good morning finding that out, congrats from me, Derrick, the natural world is going to get a little better...

Life as a fish in the Klamath, you only got Klamath River water in your gills twice, on your way out, and then, seven years later, you will have it again on your way back up to complete your cycle, a lot depends on that going well, we are finally doing more about it, it all counts, pile it up.

The fish are not a political breed, they are purposeful and tough, they don't need money so they could never be politicians, if we are really getting smart enough to save earth from the earthlings, the oceans will get cleaned up with the air and fish can be fish and not worry about swimming through clouds of human-generated garbage, gas, oil and other styrofoam crap we needed for a second and threw away. 

STEELHEAD TROUT

SALMON

There you are, a cold egg, and you get squirted out onto a rock and sprayed with fish semen by a random father operating on ancient orders in his brain from somewhere, he just sprays semen all over your mom, then he croaks and a bear or a million yellowjackets eat him...she ( mom) croaks right after she lays you so, orphaned at birth, way the fuck up by Happy Camp, you gotta get hatched and make it down the creek into the Klamath River and then out to sea and then make it out there for seven years and then come back for your turn to spray the rocks. Freshwater is essential, as is us realizing that we have solutions here, everyone knows what to do. There is no chance of you or me or anything ever creating a live thing worth a shit without doing something hard in the process somewhere, go ahead, do it. Fuck em'.

                                      I used to watch bears fish in the Klamath River and man, they ate good. Living on Steelhead and Blackberries...not bad...their coats gleam when they are eating blackberries and fish...On the ground with us, they are incredibly fast on their feet, they can take their 400 pounds and plow right through a blackberry patch without even slowing down. When startled, they go right into the bush, thorns mean nothing to a bear, and neither does climbing a tree, it will run anywhere it wants, any which way it wants. I had a hammock hanging by the river and I watched a lot of it go by, a big river is busy ,usually  on the move, filling up holes, rolling the rocks around and bringing all the life up, no sleeping and going strong, that close to the sea, it's in a hurry to get there....Otters came over and looked at me, I was in someones territory but I kept still and let them look me over, not bears or wild pigs, I always had, I carried a 30-30 Winchester with me, sometimes a shotgun with a bear slug in one side.

I never had to even think of using them except for fun, target shooting, skeet off a guys back porch now and then

If it's possible if I have to come back, I might want to be a bear, but I don't want to get hunted by men or anything else with a rifle and get shot for being in season. 

Hunting regulations do not get through to the bears, they never know, it is usually just ok to shoot one if you were to ask most people that know about wild bears, if you leave it alone it will probably leave you alone, probably though, you can't count on it if you run into one, stop, never take your eyes off him, turn around slowly and walk away, never take your eyes off him, then, if he ain't crazy or you are not near any bear kids it is in charge of, it will do everything it can to just get the fuck away from you, they know about humans having guns I think, they always ran off, still, a wild bear having a bad day would be good to stay away from, far away.

Wild bears, not window bears in Yosemite or Wyoming, I only know about wild bears...

The bears want food. That is it. They do not crave affection or meaningful relationships based on an integrated set of feelings and emotions, they want the meat, the peanut butter, peaches are popular, blackberry bushes from August on through October, if they are shaking in the middle of the patch, there is probably a bear in there. It is their roost, the woods, the top of the chain rules the roost. They like it out at night better than daytime but don't count on it. Get rid of the garbage, no fish guts in the trash, compost or anywhere else goddammit, they tore it up again for eggshells and bacon grease

Rules, rules, lemme see...what can I do with rules here.....

Ah, look here now, this loose talk just made me remember a great musical experience I can have again, I will listen to some Neville Brothers doing some "Uptown Rulin'" right about now, maybe some Wild Tchoupitoulas, speaking of rulers, they were rulers of the second line while they had it going on, I would have loved to see those guys, in their Mardi Gras costumes, the 'Chiefs and the Spy Boys, you can get a sense of it if you watch a  show on HBO called Treme'.

 "We are Indians, 

Indians of the Nation

 the Wild Wild Creation" 

Wait a minute, I was also thinking about Steve Miller again, time for some old Mercury Blues?? Don't worry, I'll figure it out.

 I want to go fuck around with the Raccoons for a while and see if I can teach one to play catch, they have hands and they are smart enough.

 They hold off about fifteen feet from the porch if I come out when they are here, if I start down, they split,  so first I have to find the brave one and use the hot dog routine on him. The Raccoon whisperer on youtube uses hot dogs on them and they actually climb around all over him while he hands them out.

That's different than catch, but so what, I'm going to try it. 

Hey...speaking of youtube check out the unipiper...he's in Portland somewhere but I never met him or anything, maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe we are two half-wits separated at birth and when we get together the chain will link, the wit will complete, the cycle can begin lasers will bring the minions down for us to use to save the world from everything else.

Look for it, expect it, don't fight it, enjoy it

oh,boy...here we go again on another flight of Tim's Fancy Vacations of the Mind

better to stop right now........