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"?
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The RUSSIANS are coming – The RUSSIANS are drilling!!!
The RUSSIANS are coming – The RUSSIANS are drilling!!!
MAD VLAD's RUSSIAN OIL COMPANY 'Zarubezhnef' has signed deals/contracts with RAOUL/FIDEL's CUBA to drill for oil in the Carribean. FEEL STOOPID MUCH DEMBHOLES/MARXIST SHITS??? The RUSSIANS are drilling off the coast of Florida - but we aren't!!!’USELESS’ MARXIST ENVIROMENTAL WHACKADOOS. DRILL NOW JUST LIKE EX-SENATURD DEMBHOLE JOHN EDWARDS DID WITH HIS VIDEO AIDE WHILE HIS WIFE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER - HE WAS DRILLING HER LIKE WE SHOULD BE DRILLING FOR OIL NOW OFF THE FLORIDA COAST, OFF THE CALIFORNIA COAST, IN ANWAR ALASKA!!! DRILL NOW YOUSE STOOPID SHITFOOKS!!!
Posted by Jaimot's Jargon at 4:45 AM
MAD VLAD's RUSSIAN OIL COMPANY 'Zarubezhnef' has signed deals/contracts with RAOUL/FIDEL's CUBA to drill for oil in the Carribean. FEEL STOOPID MUCH DEMBHOLES/MARXIST SHITS??? The RUSSIANS are drilling off the coast of Florida - but we aren't!!!’USELESS’ MARXIST ENVIROMENTAL WHACKADOOS. DRILL NOW JUST LIKE EX-SENATURD DEMBHOLE JOHN EDWARDS DID WITH HIS VIDEO AIDE WHILE HIS WIFE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER - HE WAS DRILLING HER LIKE WE SHOULD BE DRILLING FOR OIL NOW OFF THE FLORIDA COAST, OFF THE CALIFORNIA COAST, IN ANWAR ALASKA!!! DRILL NOW YOUSE STOOPID SHITFOOKS!!!
Posted by Jaimot's Jargon at 4:45 AM
Thursday, November 5, 2009
for vets day ---The Battle of Anacostia Flats
The Battle of Anacostia Flats
(In July of 1932, thousands of Veterans of WWI marched/encampedon Washington,D.C. demanding the ‘BONUS’ they had been promisedfor their service in the ‘Great War’.)
On steps of the Pentagon
stood MacArthur, Eisenhower and Georgie Patton.
Jackboots proudly polished and shining.
Pointing with riding crops
at men who served their nation
and would now die.
Fellow soldiers they once commanded.
Men they would now condemn.
Men exasperated by borrowed scripts of promises.
Men with families far removed from the well—to—do.
We saw these dream-starved men of the Bonus Army,
encamped in hovels and gasping for dreams
on a hot July—day of anonymous martyrs in ‘32.
Have you ever been to Washington?
Is there any monument to these veterans?
Where, in our country’s capitol,
Men were burned alive on that avenue.
Where we erect statues to those stone
faced figures,
Fiery gods-of-war who triumphed.
At least in the history books that footnote
when unarmed out-of-work men
wished for merely what was due.
Innocent countrymen sent to fight the Kaiser
who came back with horrified eyes.
Throats burned by poison fumes of hater
gasping in an air of lost consciousness.
Not from tear—gas cannisters, but from betrayal.
A generation of patriots lost stuck like flies in the residue
of supposed military greatness as future American—heroes ordered tanks
and squadrons of cavalry, sabres drawn,
to rout villainous desperados in a dreadful hour
which demanded blood, that hot July day of ‘32.
And yes, on that day, there were men stabbed
straight through.
And when you go to Washington
will you remember what we’ve done?
How we repaid those forgotten few.
How our country was wounded in spirit.
How we made war upon each other.
How ten thousand men cried.
How a nation of guns and swords,
was renewed in blood on that July day of ‘32.
(In July of 1932, thousands of Veterans of WWI marched/encampedon Washington,D.C. demanding the ‘BONUS’ they had been promisedfor their service in the ‘Great War’.)
On steps of the Pentagon
stood MacArthur, Eisenhower and Georgie Patton.
Jackboots proudly polished and shining.
Pointing with riding crops
at men who served their nation
and would now die.
Fellow soldiers they once commanded.
Men they would now condemn.
Men exasperated by borrowed scripts of promises.
Men with families far removed from the well—to—do.
We saw these dream-starved men of the Bonus Army,
encamped in hovels and gasping for dreams
on a hot July—day of anonymous martyrs in ‘32.
Have you ever been to Washington?
Is there any monument to these veterans?
Where, in our country’s capitol,
Men were burned alive on that avenue.
Where we erect statues to those stone
faced figures,
Fiery gods-of-war who triumphed.
At least in the history books that footnote
when unarmed out-of-work men
wished for merely what was due.
Innocent countrymen sent to fight the Kaiser
who came back with horrified eyes.
Throats burned by poison fumes of hater
gasping in an air of lost consciousness.
Not from tear—gas cannisters, but from betrayal.
A generation of patriots lost stuck like flies in the residue
of supposed military greatness as future American—heroes ordered tanks
and squadrons of cavalry, sabres drawn,
to rout villainous desperados in a dreadful hour
which demanded blood, that hot July day of ‘32.
And yes, on that day, there were men stabbed
straight through.
And when you go to Washington
will you remember what we’ve done?
How we repaid those forgotten few.
How our country was wounded in spirit.
How we made war upon each other.
How ten thousand men cried.
How a nation of guns and swords,
was renewed in blood on that July day of ‘32.
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