Friday, January 22, 2010
Is MARTHA COAKLEY the next STAN PAPI???
Bill Lee RED SOX NATION pitcher was traded on Dec.7, 1978 to the Montreal Expos for utility infielder Stan Papi. A LARGE STATEMET IN RED PAINT WAS SPLASHED ON THE OUTSIDE WALL OF FENWAY PARK SHOWING RED SOX FAN'S FRUSTRATION AT TRADING BILL LEE, NICKNAMED 'THE SPACEMAN' THE MESSAGE READ TO RED SOX MANAGEMENT "WHO IS STAN PAPI???" After Martha Coakley's resounding defeat this past Tuesday in a Senate seat occupied by TED KENNEDY for decades - we wonder if MARTHA COAKLEY will ever be heard of again in national politics or in 'Bay State' politics??? Stan Papi in 50 games with the RED SOX hit a sterling 188 while launching one home run. Will we ever 'hear' of MARTHA COAKLEY again after stating that "...there are no terrorists in Afghanistan" or the greatest sin "...thast CURT SCHILLING is a NYYanqui fan" or that is was beneath to shake hands in the cold outside Fenway Park!!! Yes whi is MARTHA COAKLEY???
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
MLK jr. meets GWTW as the movie opens in Atlanta, 1939
MLK jr. meets GWTW as the movie opens in Atlanta, 1939
On the screen Atlanta flamed.
Ashley brooded.
Mellie succumbed.
Rhett stormed.
Scarlett lived on.
And Miss Margaret sat there viewing the hurricane of emotions portrayed at this premiere.
Blissfully ignoring pleas from those Atlanta Junior Leaguers
to afterward attend their gala ball.
Hoping Hiss Margaret would overlook their past snubs and ostracism.
Hoping Miss Margaret’s fame would add
to this epic moment.
Treating you as some glorified house servant.
Hoping to dress you in another type of slave outfit.
As they did the son of that minister
and his Ebenezer Church Choir
going about their required chores that night.
Smiling obediently with supposed happy faces in that segregated epic which serenaded
the consciences of a Coca—Cola town
where even the NAACP was horrified
at all these coloured folk serving these self—professed select citizens celebrating Miss Margaret book’s story.
After all ‘movie stars’ were White
and by definition
attractive and sexy.
And what could that son of the minister
learn in his ‘slave-costume’ that night?
That just like Scarlett, MLK jr.
would never forget or forgive
past burnings in Atlanta.
About This Poem:
a true story of how MLK jr. first encountered GONE-WITH-THE-WIND...
On the screen Atlanta flamed.
Ashley brooded.
Mellie succumbed.
Rhett stormed.
Scarlett lived on.
And Miss Margaret sat there viewing the hurricane of emotions portrayed at this premiere.
Blissfully ignoring pleas from those Atlanta Junior Leaguers
to afterward attend their gala ball.
Hoping Hiss Margaret would overlook their past snubs and ostracism.
Hoping Miss Margaret’s fame would add
to this epic moment.
Treating you as some glorified house servant.
Hoping to dress you in another type of slave outfit.
As they did the son of that minister
and his Ebenezer Church Choir
going about their required chores that night.
Smiling obediently with supposed happy faces in that segregated epic which serenaded
the consciences of a Coca—Cola town
where even the NAACP was horrified
at all these coloured folk serving these self—professed select citizens celebrating Miss Margaret book’s story.
After all ‘movie stars’ were White
and by definition
attractive and sexy.
And what could that son of the minister
learn in his ‘slave-costume’ that night?
That just like Scarlett, MLK jr.
would never forget or forgive
past burnings in Atlanta.
About This Poem:
a true story of how MLK jr. first encountered GONE-WITH-THE-WIND...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Xmas at the Mall in true DRUIDIC FASHION
Xmas at the Mall in true DRUIDIC FASHION
They are naked young women
wrapped with mist and dagger winds -
Two girls, painted like Druids in dark lipgloss,
preening at unblemished reflections
in mirrors bound with mistletoe and scented oak.
Both of them hunger
for yet another sacrificial slave.
Bangled loops of silver hanging from earlobes,
flushed pink with seasonal desire.
Hoping their innermost wishes will be
satisfied.They move among stacked piles,
hideous polyester vestments,
atrocious colours and patterns
atop capitalism's table altars.
Each would-be priestess of fashion wondering;
"How do we get ugly virgin shirts
like these -to just go away and die"?
They are naked young women
wrapped with mist and dagger winds -
Two girls, painted like Druids in dark lipgloss,
preening at unblemished reflections
in mirrors bound with mistletoe and scented oak.
Both of them hunger
for yet another sacrificial slave.
Bangled loops of silver hanging from earlobes,
flushed pink with seasonal desire.
Hoping their innermost wishes will be
satisfied.They move among stacked piles,
hideous polyester vestments,
atrocious colours and patterns
atop capitalism's table altars.
Each would-be priestess of fashion wondering;
"How do we get ugly virgin shirts
like these -to just go away and die"?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
What Unied States Senator HARRY REID says ---
about HEALTH CARE:"2 people die every ten minutes because this government refuses to pass HEALTH CARE reform." Oh really SENATURD HARRY'bought-payd-for-by-the-Vegas-mob'REID???!!! Well SENATURD REID why then, WHY if these people are dying every ten minutes, WHY DO YOU WAIT WITH ALL THE OTHER DEMBHOLE-DOUCHESBAGS WANNBE-MARXISTS WAIT UNTIL 2014 TO IMPLEMENT THE CHANGES IN HEALTH REFORM??? Won't all those deaths - couldn't they be avoided by IMMEDIATE IMPLEMENTATION of your SHAM/SCAM of a plan??? Well shitheads do you want to help people - or just garner new taxes for the first five years of this SHIT REFORM PLAN to try and deceive the public as to the TRUE cost of this piece of SHIT LEGISLATION???!!!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Computer RENAISSANCE - great place to buy or service in Orlando, FL.
Computer RENAISSANCE in Orlando, Florida is a great place to go service or buy a new computer. The owner Gaurang 'Gary' Patel knows and loves computers and we have found he'll go out of his way to please his customers.
conveniently located at 1453 Sand Lake Rd #F (across from the Floida Mall) Orlando, Fl., 32809
e-mail: garyp@compren.com
phone 407-857-8558
fax 407-847-5645
conveniently located at 1453 Sand Lake Rd #F (across from the Floida Mall) Orlando, Fl., 32809
e-mail: garyp@compren.com
phone 407-857-8558
fax 407-847-5645
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Translations to/from Spanish by...
Jose R. Medina-Comas, M.A.
13176 Summerton Drive
Orlando, Florida 32824-6259
Telephone 407-816-9963
Cell 407-716-6144
email = emailto:j4medi@aol.com
price/cost available with free consultation on your project
13176 Summerton Drive
Orlando, Florida 32824-6259
Telephone 407-816-9963
Cell 407-716-6144
email = emailto:j4medi@aol.com
price/cost available with free consultation on your project
Monday, December 7, 2009
VJ Day* in Rhode Island for today Pearl Harbor Day
VJ Day* in Rhode Island
(*THE STATE OF RHODE ISLAND AND PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS
is one of the few states which still declare August 14 a holiday to honor Victory—over—Japan day. No such holiday still exists in any state to commemorate the United States victory in Europe during WWII.)
This August Day, still a cause for celebration
in a small “Ocean State” of pride.
Spavined old men and women, sit rigidly upstairs
in quaint Cape Cod style houses. Simple structures
of narrow windows thwarting an intrusive view.
Where these veterans will never surrender
like loyal samurai hiding out in caves
on Iwo or Guadalcanal. Valuing death,
before supposed dishonor. A testament to themselves, enduring
attics of confinement ongoing in their minds.
Steadfastly resisting, a modern moneyed invasion;
they could never halt or understand. Memories filled
with Bataan tales. Atrocities that still truly march on,
with pistols and ceremonial swords of hate,
snared in cobwebbed, musty images of Pearl Harbor
that somehow justify the mushroomings of Hiroshima/Nagasaki.
While at Newport’s “Blackships Festival”,
Spectacular fireworks burst vermillion and green.
The color of ancient Shinto Shrines.
Foreign fireworks to set aglow those famous mansion tops.
All carefully arranged as forests of origami,
Which burn with a divine wind that once graced
The paper cities of Tokyo/Nagoya/Yokohama.
Where civilians clothes even now reek and smolder
From B-29 bombings that incite thought…
Far away from a week long observance
Of kite flying at a festival
To honor Perry and his Western fleet…
This Nipponese paid contribution
Of laughing cumquats explodes in a sky garden
That drips on those below, the lush fruit
And satisfaction of oriental revenge.
(*THE STATE OF RHODE ISLAND AND PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS
is one of the few states which still declare August 14 a holiday to honor Victory—over—Japan day. No such holiday still exists in any state to commemorate the United States victory in Europe during WWII.)
This August Day, still a cause for celebration
in a small “Ocean State” of pride.
Spavined old men and women, sit rigidly upstairs
in quaint Cape Cod style houses. Simple structures
of narrow windows thwarting an intrusive view.
Where these veterans will never surrender
like loyal samurai hiding out in caves
on Iwo or Guadalcanal. Valuing death,
before supposed dishonor. A testament to themselves, enduring
attics of confinement ongoing in their minds.
Steadfastly resisting, a modern moneyed invasion;
they could never halt or understand. Memories filled
with Bataan tales. Atrocities that still truly march on,
with pistols and ceremonial swords of hate,
snared in cobwebbed, musty images of Pearl Harbor
that somehow justify the mushroomings of Hiroshima/Nagasaki.
While at Newport’s “Blackships Festival”,
Spectacular fireworks burst vermillion and green.
The color of ancient Shinto Shrines.
Foreign fireworks to set aglow those famous mansion tops.
All carefully arranged as forests of origami,
Which burn with a divine wind that once graced
The paper cities of Tokyo/Nagoya/Yokohama.
Where civilians clothes even now reek and smolder
From B-29 bombings that incite thought…
Far away from a week long observance
Of kite flying at a festival
To honor Perry and his Western fleet…
This Nipponese paid contribution
Of laughing cumquats explodes in a sky garden
That drips on those below, the lush fruit
And satisfaction of oriental revenge.
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