Friday, December 2, 2011

When You Consider the Abundance of Such Resource as Illuminates the Glow-Blue Bodies and Gold-Skeined Wings of Flies Swarming the Dumped Guts of a Natural Slaughter or the Coil of Shit and in No Way Winces from Its Storms of Generosity

Jeebusfuck, I'm busy, angry, frustrated, strung-out, empty, bursting to nothing, sad, manic, enervated, wired, anxious, aarghful, and then oddly serene for sporadic seconds at a time, plus there is terrible news for one of my Thursday Night Pint buds, so fast easy rage today for multiple reasons, then links, poem, songs:

GOP hopeful Newt Gingrich defended his stance against certain child labor laws during a campaign stop in Iowa Thursday, saying that children born into poverty aren’t accustomed to working unless it involves crime.
“Really poor children, in really poor neighborhoods have no habits of working and have nobody around them who works so they have no habit of showing up on Monday,” Gingrich claimed.
“They have no habit of staying all day, they have no habit of I do this and you give me cash unless it is illegal,” he added.

The lead headline, as I type this, at Your Fucking Washington Post:

Newt Gingrich as president could turn the White House into an ideas factory


A.R. Ammons

When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider

that birds' bones make no awful noise against the light but
lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when you consider
the radiance, that it will look into the guiltiest

swervings of the weaving heart and bear itself upon them,
not flinching into disguise or darkening; when you consider
the abundance of such resource as illuminates the glow-blue

bodies and gold-skeined wings of flies swarming the dumped
guts of a natural slaughter or the coil of shit and in no
way winces from its storms of generosity; when you consider

that air or vacuum, snow or shale, squid or wolf, rose or lichen,
each is accepted into as much light as it will take, then
the heart moves roomier, the man stands and looks about, the

leaf does not increase itself above the grass, and the dark
work of the deepest cells is of a tune with May bushes
and fear lit by the breadth of such calmly turns to praise.


  1. Haha, I've already common-tated on the YFWP story numerous times today.

    I think they're hoping to kill us all through spikes in the ol' blood pressure.

  2. an ideas factory, lol. but newt may be on to something. i was talking with some friends who are about to have babies or trying to have babies. they where thinking of group-home-schooling. pros and cons, etc. home-schooling based on normal curriculum is a waste, but what if the home school was actually a crime school? helping all those poor kids develop skills that will really improve their life.

  3. Brave, brave anonymity of not even choosing a fake name. Wanker.

    If every United player you've touted for Europe in the last (choose: 10 seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years) had actually gone, our entire starting lineup would consist of Devon McTavish and Marc Burch. And we'd have just won another MLS Cup, but that's a gratuitous and cruel tangent, really. But it's cruelty delivered with love.

  4. Guys goes running into his shrink's office screaming at the top of his lungs, "I'm a wig-wam, I'm a teepee. I'm a wig-wam, I'm a teepee," over and over.

    Shrink holds up his hands, thinks for a second, then says "Sit down. You're two tents."


    Thanks for the link-love (oh, and the Barber which has been called the saddest piece of music ever written).

  5. I'm as unJebussy as you can get but damn, you must be crabby. I bet the lighting of the national xmas tree costs you less than .01 cents. That or you've been reading too many wingers who begrudge the first lady a vacation.

  6. Heh, I'm better now. And I was more angry that *any* of my tax dollars go to the only evil potus photo-up more successfully stupidly evil than pardoning a motherfucking turkey.


  7. I'm better, too.

    Thanks to Commander Cody, the fire, and some adult beverages.