Jesus Christ

[jimboloco]

Real politick is a misnomer, an oxymoron even, because it's unreal, without an enndgame, just perpetual abuse of power. Give testimony and speak truth when the opportunity presents itself.

Some Vets for Peace folk are hand wringing about haranging now about a local radio media op and perhapps to carry the message to the kidzzz.

[stilltrucking]

The end game for the Televangelists is the Apocalypse and Armageddon . Meanwhile they tell me that Jesus wants us to be wealthy.
I have a lot of faith in the sleeze factor. I think the truth will come out. The dirty deals and war profiteers will get there due. Patriotism as the last resort for scoundrels.
I don't guess there will be peace in the valley, but I still think things will get better. Meanwhile we speak our truth. Paint our pictures, make music, and love one another.

The windows are open, I can hear children playing. I have hopes. Live in hope and die in despair my uncle Abe used to tell me. But I think it might not be so. I am sure enough going to find out one fine day. Until then I would like to fight the good fight.

I wonder about the statistics in that video. The birth defects, the radiation levels in Iraq. Is it true? Will it break on through to Fox News.
jitterbug is my brother

[jimboloco]

The end game for the Televangelists is the Apocalypse and Armageddon . Meanwhile they tell me that Jesus wants us to be wealthy.

AMEN!
Live in hope and die in a funk.

[stilltrucking]

A lousy picture, but the only one I have of the last time we were all together in one place.

Syblings such a blessing to me. Jitterbug on one end me on the other. Jitterbug more than a brother, a brother in christ for whatever that might mean to you. I don't know what a good death is anymore. Funk or mystery, I will find out for sure. Jitterbug believes in the life everlasting, I am more agnostic. But I think there may be a party going on there on the other shore of the Styxx

[jimboloco]

i been trying to figure out your characters, it's a great drama you make it into, a memoir for memoir birdies. Down memory lane, sweet nostalgia is why we buy retro=mod.\\

nice pictorial pose,.
us kids will probably never get together again, unless i can put them up at some resort.

[stilltrucking]

I was over on litkicks the other day reading one my favorite posters. Poor girl, her mother had to flame the hell out of me because I was being such a dick head. She was writing about wrting about real people. My family is my story. How can a man be two fathers, one to his son and one to his daughter. My baby sister probably keeping me alive. I think I am a supernatural being and blood sugar is just a number. She got both those xx on the ground like most women do. She does what she can to keep me from suicide by sucrose. Besides my own life, I am deeply appreciative of the gift of siblings. Homeboy is the flyboy retired fullbird, jitterbug is the philospher musician retired cowboy, Elke was named after her great aunt one of those polish jews that went on vacation to miami beach in 1944 and stoped writing to the family for some reason.

jimbo i keep that motorcycle dream a live, there is a gentleness in your voice and humor that reminds me a lot of jitterbug. I am so stupid about women it has taken me sixty four years to realize that man must one standard of truth for women and another for men.

I been thinking about going to a meeting, just restless I can not sit still for an hour. Maybe and hour sitting in silence among Friends might kick start my non existent practice. I suppose I am polymorphously perverse like Freud's description of the skin of a baby. His hole body just one big erotic zone. I remember how the kids on my school bus job used to love it when I would take the bumps hard so they can bounce. I know I miss the fucking a lot, but the trucking almost more. I was a pretty good practicing mediator behind the wheel of that truck. sitting still hard for me to do.

lWhen homeboy graduatied from med school one our uncles asked him what kind of doctor he was going to be, "What ever my family needs the most." I can't judge it but I am told by people I respect that he is a very good one. He has an attitude towards life that reminds me of wireman. He says he learned a lot from the men who passed through his hospital on their way home from the Hanoi Hilton. I watched a PBS show last night on Dog Company in Iraq. One of the soldiers said about the protestors in Houston, "why don't they come over here and die for their country" another quoted George C Scott, "not my job to die for my country, it is my job to make the enemy die for his country" A military mind set, for years i heard so many vets say we could have won the war in vietnam if not for those fucking civilians in the government messing with the mitary. Now I suppose they might say the same about Afghanistan.

Button Button, who has got the button

I tend to wear clothes until they just fall apart, right now I got on jockey shorts that the elastic is worn out so they droop.

I think this might have been the same shirt five or ten years earlier

jitterbug with gitar



this one Eastern Ave and Caroline st about the year you were born.



me and jitterbug

[mousey1]

The fireplace

A cosy place

Pull up a chair

Toast your marshymallows

And your aching souls

Sip hot chocolate and Carolans

And listen to the ramblings

Of your friends

[stilltrucking]

Doreen grows her garden
but rambling roses like me over do it sometimes

Rambling is ok but I got to stop this spontaneous spouting unless I can do some spontaneous spelling and punctuation..

My soul never aches when I see you here.

u my arch supports

[mousey1]

Awwwwww!!!!

Walk on jacky.

spontaneous spouting

Nothing minor surgery can't fix....I am sure..
A few well placed sewtures and voila (Nothing wrong with my spelling.)

[stilltrucking]

I like big butts
that for me is a hit up side the head, there is a story behind it. My bad karma with women. I just don't want to create no more. Body issues not a laughing matter for the young. How many young women torturing themselves to gain a little temporary power over some guy that probably does not give a shit about her.

There she was mousey1, this women who adored me. smart handsome woman, a nurse practioner who was trying to get me to live. And I thought "hmm she has such a big butt". I am going to delete that bit. Hope you have not seen it.

Terry Shavio damaged her heart with bulmia what ever else happend to her.

[mousey1]

Well you can't go back...

only look back and learn.

Like looking back over your shoulder sometimes.

Walk on jacky.....you got "arch supports"......walk on....

[stilltrucking]

She ain't heavy, she's my sister


I am pretty blind to estrogen but I noticed she did not have any women friends. So easy to fake out a man, but women were hip to her tricks. Noting to do with you just an observation on a sister. Sometimes all a brother can do is wait her out.

[jimboloco]

which ones are the bitches?
i know bad taste.
at work last week a female co-worker asked me if I'd like to sit in her lap.
I said, "yeah, that'd be nice."
and that was that.

it's the thought that counts,
not the laughter.
delete this post.

actually a great picture.

my siblings are all dispersed.

[stilltrucking]

Man I pity poor Hector, Athene left him to die like a fox on the run.

My family spread out in graveyards between MD and TX, the rest of us in California, Oregon, Texas, Virginia, MD, and god knows where else. Maybe some still in Europe, and Israel.

A bitch is one of those words that is genderless I think. Unless we are speaking of non-human females, is a flock of crows really referred to as a "murder of crows"

"yeah, that'd be nice."

The last line of The Sun Also Rises

from memory I think it was

"It would be pretty to think so."

One of best sanest bosses I ever had, everyone called him "the little gay guy" I can't remember having a woman boss I didn't get along with.but there is always a first time. I did spend fourth of july weekend in jail in Atoka OK one year because a waitress didn't like my looks. Or maybe it was my odor. Four thousand miles in five days on bubble gum, coffee, and no-doze. Those drivers that used the "Go-Fast" could do it and still look good. Clean cut sweet smelling.

Well you can't go back...

I never showed up at the synagogue that friday night for her yoga class. It was sort of a date I know that hurt. When I want to feel ugly inside I remember that.
I like that G.A. poem a lot, the one about ugly inside.

[jimboloco]

sorry about that. i see you took out the sister and doggies. i liked that picture.

me and wifey are gonna have some issues come to a head before too long.

trying to yank the umbilical cord between her and her daughter.

i am tired of being used and dumped upon.