a day of wine and roses

[tarbaby]

image comes from a painting by English artist Francis Barraud, A.R.A. and titled His Master's Voice. It was acquired from the artist in 1899 by the newly formed Gramophone Company. According to contemporary Gramophone Company publicity material, the dog, a fox terrier named Nipper, had originally belonged to Barraud's brother Mark. When Mark Barraud died, Francis inherited Nipper, along with a cylinder phonograph and a number of recordings of Mark's voice. Francis noted the peculiar interest that the dog took in the recorded voice of his late master emanating from the trumpet, and conceived the idea of committing the scene to canvas.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/His_Master's_Voice

dream work
just dream work
don't mean nothing I suppose
but I feel like it helps me
break free
I am pretty sure I dreamed about the Christ Jesus once
he was a negro in my dream
kind of guy you would like to have a beer with.

[the mingo]

if i watch war shit these days i go for the WW1 stuff - all that thunder & boom and dirt flying
not to mention the guts in the trees blinded soldiers & civilians rat feasts in the trenches misery bloodshed - not to mention the unlimited degradation ! After WW2 the Nazi bigshots (the ones they could find) were put on trial - after WW1 every nation that participated should have rounded up their own governments and put them all on trial - but nobody did - flags were waved instead all over the place - hip hip hooray - i've never come away mad or angry from watching WW1 stuff - I come away disgusted with the human race - same disgust hits me also every time I hear someone say any new thing is gonna change all our lives for the better - pure unmitigated disgust with the stupidity of any statements like that - change means a lot of things but it never means things are going to get better - good god i didn't come here to rant - sorry Jack -
Happy New Year -

[the mingo]

. . . & I sure as hell am not going to begin the new year watching any kind of war stuff . . .

[stilltrucking]

same here
I ain't going to study war more no more. I was about seven or eight years old the first time I saw those old newsreels from world war one, for some reasons I was ashamed of the tears that rolled down my cheeks. Not very manly of me I thought.


I am writing this with the pen that signed a peace treaty that killed a hundred million people From Verdun to Hanoi to Baghdad to Srebrenica to Damascus to Palestine to Passchendale to ...

One hundred years of peace we celebrate this year, thanks to the Treaty of Versailles, I can't help but wish Germany had won that war.

I still think about those sane, honorable, and morally upright men who brought us world war one.

Murdering Hundreds Of Thousands Of Men On The Off-Chance
To help him make up his mind he jotted down some notes, which ran:

"Western Front remains.
(II) Larger Objective.

1) Secures Ostend and Zeebrugge and north coast and Navy Saved.
(2) Extracts us . . . in case of French collapse.
(3) Forces Germany to Antwerp-Brussels-Namur line.
Losses at 100,000 per month—less than half a million, whom we can make good.
He voted for this Larger Objective, which was Haig's scheme, and he was prepared to lose five hundred thousand men to carry it out.


http://ourcivilisation.com/smartboard/s ... chap47.htm

Who gives a shit about Passchendale anymore, the world war one vets are all dead, and the world war two vets are almost gone.

Take care of yourself steve. Please.

Passchendale Ridge (200 ft) gives its name in common parlance to a major battle of the First World War, officially the Third Battle of Ypres. A British offensive battle against the Germans, lasting from 31 July to 30 November 1917. After 16 weeks of bitter fighting in appalling conditions of rain, mud, and slime, about one-sixth of the initial objective had been gained at a cost of nearly 400,000 British Empire casualties, including 17,000 officers, levelling the entire town. On the other side, nearly 400,000 German soldiers gave their lives defending it.

wickipedia

[the mingo]

Take care of yourself steve. Please.

Thx Jack - you too

[silent woman]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDLLXUaqZxg

My brother-in-law who I affectionately call "the bear"
I plead with him to take care of himself too.

he was just a big old friendly Texan when he married my baby sister
she ain't heavy she's my sister
but lord my heart goes out to the man married to a black magic woman

[stilltrucking]

compassion for the pecker heads
the bear is just a good old boy
he reminds me of the Kevin Kline played in A Fish Called Wanda
I may start calling him Otto


hard to be married to a woman who has twice your IQ
his only redeeming quality he loves his dog and his jewish American princess
smart women dumb choises
She told a friend the reason he caught her eye in that bar was because he had an inky dinky little butt just like her brother's.
But he knew how to build a house
and she was twenty-seven and ready to nest
our mother had her pressurized for grandchildren
so I sit here in the cold morning sunlight streaming through the window on my left
IN the house that the bear built for her
with his own two hands, from the slab to the roof he done it all for her.
many claim to be carpenters but he could build a tree
time was, now he struggles to flick a bick
but she keeps him alive

I love them both, but I bow down and than god she has a husband, I wish she had more sisters .
there's only so much a brother can do for his sister.

like to read this book about sisters

[the mingo]

i have one sibling - we don't speak -

[silent woman]

Strange relationship with my oldest brother. Retired flight surgeon psychiatrist. He knows a lot, a scientist and an artist of medicine. Must be spooky to be a physician with a dicey tricky heart. He knows what he is hearing from his body. for a time he worked for the VA, I think he must have been a good doc, a straight shooter, listening with a healing heart.

Not sure what lead him into that branch of medicine, maybe it was our crazy father. Also he treated some of the returning POW's from Vietnam. He was impressed with their survival skills that kept them going psychically.

I could use some survival skills right now. This writing is all I got going right now.

I am in bad shape, I need to post a selfie just to remind me how close to the edge of the void I am. Not going to live much longer like this.
But I am not complaining I had enough time.

I used to pray I would die before my siblings.