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I am in a rut.

My forehead has been having a love affair with the palm of my hand.

My professional life in neutral or park, my romantic life non-existent, a droplet of confusion drifting in a sea of indifferent females, my spiritual life being avoided for I realize how powerful I can truly be and it’s a bit daunting to say the least.

It’s pretty easy to realize you’re a Super Hero. You become aware of your super powers and it’s exciting at first but then comes the need for discipline and responsibility and the thrill gives way to obligation. Then once the ego gets a hold of it good luck in trying to wrest it back from its sinewy fingers. But even through all of that, it’s still the easy part.

What gets glossed over in all the stories about Superheroes is the invention and creative pursuit of one’s costume. Cliched montages are the rule of the day as somehow these magical fabrics, buckles, belts, boots and perfectly sewn cowls and capes appear out of nowhere; as if Korea Town has a weekly sale on hero gear. I also never knew Heros were such adept seamsters and seamstresses. Nevertheless, it’s the Hero’s costume that ultimately bridges the gap between the world of one’s mind to the world of collective recognition, ridicule, expectations and inevitable duress.

Just because you can belt out a high C in the shower doesn’t mean you’re ready for Simon Cowell, you’ve got some hemming, mending and stitching to do.

I suppose some just hurl themselves with reckless abandon onto their Kenmore 15358 and zip zap zoop away as their skintight garments and accoutrements take shape. If you are that person I commend you. Me personally, I see the outfit in my thoughts very clearly but do not seem to have the gumption to detail its patterns believing that at some point in the future a Korean is destined to drop into my lap with shimmering purple velvet and some knitting needles.

So I am left to walk amongst the mortals without my super garb on foolishly wondering why nobody notices my heroic countenance and innate omnipotence. Then when impostors stride before the masses in leaps and bounds while being regaled as saviors and harbingers of wisdom it only adds to the maddening reality of those who have yet to step into the light as their fateful character.

Korean with some knitting needles...any day now...ho hum...aw c’mon...but...sigh...

They tell me to keep writing I tell them I know. They tell me to keep creating and I tell them I’m ready to take down the Jokers, why won’t they let me help. They tell me I’m not ready. I grit my teeth and grumble in dissent. They laugh. My tail splits the atmosphere in defiance. They say we told you so and tickle my ear. I laugh and resent the fact that I did.

Files from a desktop in the distance twinkle and beckon me with the joy of discovering words that latch onto each other like a bunch of colorful legos from my childhood. I rise and they cheer. Moments later the words are wrapping themselves around my toes, weaving themselves into a complex sacred geometrical cross-stitch pattern that I’ve never recognized.

I’m too busy frittering away at the letter combos to notice their progress. Somewhere off in the distance gears creak and whine as they slowly move my searchlight into position. Its light source not truly defined yet and its lens not fully attached; my Symbol materializing in harmony with the words around my feet.

They’re waiting for me to get out of my way so they can let me turn it on myself.

No Witty Title Comes to Mind

Just came back from an odd stand-up gig I did in Silverlake. It was at this barbershop cum art gallery where they set up all these chairs and called the event Local Culture.

I was one of four artists that performed. As I am wont to do I always find the space where I can be by myself and just scribble on my notes and breathe. I do not like to be out with the huddling masses chatting away before I perform which is why I abhor hosting so much; one has to be so personable and greet everyone...not my thing when I wanna bring the ha ha. At a Bar Mitzvah or as a Best Man sure, I'll hook it up, lovely.

Anyway, I found this lil' nook where they wash the hair at this salon cum gallery cum comedy spot...sigh...I will look back one day and realize how far I've come from the days when my green room was shared with rinsing sinks and shampoo ledges.

So the show goes on, a cellist and guitarist who sings sounded pretty decent then some Mexican poet who read his work with as much gusto as a saggy sack of cotton balls dunked in a vat of thick hair styling gel. Then they showed 4 music videos or something, mind you I'm seeing none of this since I'm hanging with the faucets then they announce me and say something non-inspirational and out I go.

I'm not gonna detail the show, it went fine, got some good laughs, some awkward moments, some moments that surprised me and excited me and some that I wish I had back but overall a solid showing by yours truly, I left nothing on the barbershop floor.

I always get so absurdly lonely after anytime I perform. I can absolutely understand why comedians are drawn to drinking, drugs and wanton sex. Unless you have a leather skinned exterior and a titanium heart you are bound to feel a bit empty and spent after a comedy gig. If you wish to be successful onstage you must reveal a piece of yourself; a piece that you may not want a bunch of strangers to see but in service of your art and in the knowledge that a successful show hinges on your ability to courageously expose your foibles insecurities and shortcomings you have no choice but to peel away at your own personal artichoke.

So here I am, jabbing at my keyboard instead of drinking smoking toking poking snorting or banging. I could care less about all of those verbs although I definitely wouldn't mind the banging part, but see through its temporary fix as well. Having never been with anybody at any point in my life that I was seeing when I performed I can honestly say I do not know what it feels like to have someone jump into your arms after a show and shower you with kisses; looking forward to that one.

I haven't used this blog very much since transferring all of my newsletters over and proclaiming how this would be my new forum for my thoughts and writing. At this hour it felt like it's the only thing I had to channel some energy into before meditating and bed so thank you blogosphere for that.

I have nothing poignant to say or to end with; no grave aphorism or witty bon mot to tide whoever may happen upon this wayward construction of letters.

I do feel bit better though.

Yes.

Better.

A Sprinkled Infusion of Mystery

You can choose to smoke your denial cigarettes for as long you want. Let the ashes of your obstinate rebukes flutter to the pavement along with my desire to convince you otherwise.

I wish nothing more for you than to breathe, to breathe in that beautiful inhalation of freedom from the thatched ceilings imposed upon you since your birth from those who deny you your true nature of being born from other galaxies and existing in other realms.

I have probed through the astral mines of the in-betweens and outer rims with crystalline forms capturing the dash dot dots of codes that patter listlessly on the ephemeral landscapes of my projection; the stray strand of a vanilla whisker jerks its electrical queries onto the blur.

Conjoining with zero points and cosmic switchboards I am dialed into the truth, it sears the parchment of my scrolls, a phantom baring its soul, scarlet letters that need no necklines to impact their form upon the masses.

I can only hope to regurgitate it into the willing beaks of those who deem flight to be a viable option in their journey to the center of their mirth. May I be so bold as to recommend a steady diet of holographic murmurs along with a strict regimen of elegant curios culled from the dreams of your ancestral heritage?

Let me be the subliminal suggestion that hides behind the screens of your daily excavations. Allow me to place shimmering galactic trinkets on your path to innocently stumble upon; I will not judge you when you act astonished by your discovery.

Eyelashes stroke at the illusion of reality.

Fingerprints scoop up photons in corrugated corridors of flesh.

Tingles congregate on reservoirs of auditory canals.

The fast forward on the rewind machine has stopped the pause of your recording ejecting you from the stage of your play...

I can only trust that this will at long last turn your power on for good.

A Delicate Dance of Taste

Okay, so admittedly I haven’t figured out this whole blog thing. After transferring over my entire newsletter archive back in January I’ve posted once and that was after a Prince concert where I was zooted on notes from another galaxy.

I’ve had some half-assed attempts at some posts: a commentary on the whole shenanigans of the bail-out, a recap of a detox I went through where I was speaking in tongues for the first day and hallucinating that the cast of A Midsummer Nights Dream was parading through my apartment; finally there was an aborted rant on the absurdity of this whole swine flu pandemic. None of them made it to this space, their crumpled up possibilities strewn to a heap of ‘Fuggedaboutit’ that always exists on the periphery of every writer’s existence.

I feel like I’m standing in a sliver of a shadow in a nightclub peering from the depths of anonymity at a beautiful woman as my possible approaches duel each other to the death only to end up wiped out by their indecisive self-hatred. This is so unlike me, I am not one to bite my own tongue or shackle my fingers away from writhing in orgasmic purpose in deference to the never-ending thoughts churning through the linguini of my mind.

I suppose I feel a bit captured, staring at walls that don’t exist, a lonely camper stranded on a bunk-bed in the middle of Parents Day not sure how to take advantage of the silence. I often voyage through the pavements of my impetuous Wood in the pee wee hours of the morn feeling as if I’ve missed all the camp activities for the day and can only dance on the fields as a solitary pantomime interpreting the humans for our invisible campmates.

Perhaps I can’t agree on the contractual dedication of this empty saturation due to obligations borne from a canned confluence of my character.

My past keeps crashing up against the bumper of my current self and yet I’ve been choosing to ignore its repeated attempts to have me pull over and exchange contact information, somehow someway I just want to make it to the exit without the drama. Though it would mean emerging from the off-ramp with a sullied abused vehicle I seem to be willing to accept the wounds so long as I’m rid of the raging lunatic that I’ve embodied in the many sorties and treks of my personal Genesis.

To varying degrees we all resist who we are, who we were and who we are meant to become and in many instances we measure an equal cup of each for a hyperbolic recipe of our own perceived identity.

I have been delving into the myriad of menus I’ve dreamed up for the past decade and some of the offerings are providing me with gastric distress; gurgling acidic vitriol spewed and stewed in crockpots of fearful immaturity. Snorting at the nausea will only excite the bubbling pangs of denial, no it must soothed with the forgiving salve of acceptance. The cravings that forced the toxic ingestion are voids of ever changing shapes and we must experiment with what configuration is meant to mold into our evolving helix.

My art has been scattered and squeezed into endless nooks of procrastination. Too voluminous to process in earth time it has taken it upon itself to dive into parallel realities ambushing vibrations with their uncooked unfettered jabs and comedic inquiries. Ashamedly I have been refusing to police their reckless behavior, rather choosing to birth more children into the fray adding to the spiraling undisciplined corkscrew of my divine purpose.

Yet for the past couple of weeks slowly, bit by bit, zinger by zinger, tickle by tickle, I have been calling them all back to me. As the wand ricochets off the sides of the triangle and the call to supper echoes through my collective creativity I am witnessing every aspect and every tense of what I am come to the table. Simply put they have all been hungering for the same meal...a heaping helping of my voice.

I’m not sure how the negotiations will proceed for the rights to jiggle in this arena. Heretofore it’s been the stubbornness of both parties that’s prevented the guests from coming over for din din. I do know that this ‘Thought Spatter’ is part of a balanced diet for Verbal Warriors and I will be looking to incorporate its fare into my daily joy on a more consistent basis. As far as how this nourishes those of you who have braved through this wordplay to peek into the filaments of my psyche? Well...

I have donned my toque and have grounded myself into the official streamlining, reinventing and imagining of nouvelle cuisines from personal ingredients that tower above my empty crockery; all for your delicate tastebuds.

Hmmm...how about a pinch of this...

Purple Majesty

My ears are still ringing, my head buzzin, my skin still glistening and my face still plastered with a smile that looks to be a product of a million happy endings...I just saw Prince perform.

Wow. It's 5:00am Monday morning and there's no way I'm gonna be able to focus myself into writing right now so I'm gonna blast out everything I can remember from the set-list so I don't forget it and I'll get back to this at another moment when language makes sense again.

Just know that if you hovered above me as I sleep this morning it'll look like I've just been slain by the Joker; life is a beautiful thing...so beautiful...g'nite!

Okay I've finally touched down three plus days later...man, it all happened so quickly. Sunday afternoon, day of the Oscars, got the text from the one and only Denise with the hookup and the 4 double uno, texts, jeez, seriously I would not be surprised to hear that people are saying their vows to each other on their wedding day via texting.

Didn't really hit me for a while that I was going to see him, it had been a coupla years, I've been kinda mad at him what with all the Jehovah stuff (see Purple Pain in sidebar for previous Prince ranting). Got my 'quasi-pseudo-not-really- date' with a beautiful female friend and we were off, looking scintillating together to say the least.



Cut to me standing five feet away from him the whole night as he ripped through a jam-packed hell-blazing soul-jarring set. I hadn't been this close to him since Roseland NYC in 97 or 98 so this was a real transcendent experience. Trust me, when his guitar wails and you can sense his fingers coaxing the notes out of GOD you can't help but feel moved on many levels. This was the about the 2oth time I've seen him and the first time he wasn't wearing heels. He had on some white sneakers with the red lights that go off when you walk; I know, awwww. Here was his set-list in no particular order:

Controversy, Glamorous Life, Cream, Miss You - The Stones, Honky Tonk Woman, Come Together - Beatles, The Bird, Jungle Love, Brown Skin by India Arie (by far the Sexiest song of the night, thank u Cheryl), Shhh...Break it Down, I Feel 4 U, Crimson & Clover/Wild Thing (Amazing), When will We be Paid, Hollywood Swingin', Play that Funky Music White Boy (yes I know) and 7; I know I'm missing some.

After one of the songs Cheryl turned to me and mentioned that it was like a double shot of heroin and I would have had to concurred had I knew what that was like but in some ways this man's music and his shows have always been my drug of choice. I've never done the drink, smoke, pot, drugs, tabs, E thing, never appealed to me, I always preferred chatting to an exciting woman over all that nonsense. But if I was forced by our local jackboot police thugs to confess to my dedicated opiate it would have to be the performances of His Royal Badness.

Yeah, cuz I was all kinds of high...

Sunday night...I forgot everything: Who I was, what I had 2 do, what I owed, what I was due, where I was and what chakras needed cleaning. I just knew I wanted to keep dancing, singing and screaming at the top of my lungs like a lil' kid. Mr. Eckhart Tolle probably got his inspiration for his famous book from being at a Prince gig because I am always in the now and in the moment at his experiences. I become so present that I barely remember what happened once it's over; kinda like my most perfect times on stage or during a very rare blissful and spiritual sexual connection.

Also, I deeply love the fact that the crowd is so incredibly diverse at every Prince show. Here's a breakdown of the people just standing around me:

Older heavyset light skinned Black guy in a suit who mouthed all the lyrics, much older gray-haired white woman behind me who was always smiling, portly frizzy-hair Jew chick with glasses, short Butch Lesbian in jeans and white t-shirt, tall skinny Latina with suffocating perfume, shorter Latina con mucho attitude y mucho make-up, bald dark older Black dude who couldn't stop singing and dancing, short Asian woman in front of me who was the sweetest person there, she said so many nice things to Cheryl and I; thank you Ann...Latino dude in a ponytail, short cute blonde chick with large tetas in a dress from Robertson Blvd. with her Valley friend, slick mulatto brotha in a dapper jacket with a beautiful dark skinned Sistah in a slamming dress, weird silent androgynous white chick, tall muscular scruffy Middle-Eastern dude on crutches (yes crutches), long haired Italian musician dude with his blonde haired male friend from Sweden and their cute female friend from Brazil. Then there was me, the freaky haired Israeli Jersey boy in the sexy purple with his hot French-American friend in a ridiculously hot black fringe top...sizzlin ;)

Where else are you gonna find that? The DMV? Whole Foods? Central Casting?

At any rate, I'm back and there's no hangover or pain associated with the come down. Just a renewed sense of focus and appreciation for all that I want to do with my life. Suffice it to say I'm happy with my galactic soul brother again and am looking forward to his new musical offering Lotus Flow3r.

He & I still get to have a sit down one of these days 'Aw c'mon man, just once, play 'Head' just once more, Jesus would most definitely approve'.

Birth of the Blog

I have drawn a line in the sand...again.

It's a Scorpio thing. It's what we do. The constant need or imposition of destroying or being destroyed. If we can't do it to ourselves we'll make sure someone else does so we can engage in our favorite pastime: The Creation of Something New.

We rise out of the ashes in the ultimate hope that we will be shot down from our apex knowing full well that the descent will be shorter and shorter each time.

Behold! My words, thoughts, feelings, ideas and beliefs below me and to the side of me in this blog. There are many I am proud of and many that I am not but none that I regret for they have all sculpted me to be the being that I am today.

I am no longer a Verbal Assassin as I was ten years ago but a Verbal Warrior. I am no longer a writer who uses an abundance of curse words in my writing (although my stand-up act still loves them) but a writer who delights in handpicking morsels of rare letter combinations from the Universe. I am no longer a man who can call a woman a bitch for it makes me nauseous to the core but a man who calls her beautiful, sweetie, darling, guapa, cherie and one day my love. I will not dishonor my ancestors again.

For I have entered the wide open arena of my heart and it can be a frightening solitary place to stand what with so much space around you and so much opportunity to be assailed by the envy and cowardice of those who bristle at your exposed vulnerability.

Yet I will not be moved. For this is where life is meant to be lived, the joy, pain, anticipation, defeat and victory. It has not been easy to remain in this expansive battleground. I have been jostled and violently punched square in my chest by the certain actions and confusion of people who know not how to deal with someone who expresses himself so truthfully and unconditionally.

But this, this is the Way of the Warrior. A way that eschews the use of hardened armour and sharpened weapons and opts for naked devotion. Anyone can hide behind their shields while anonymously slinging their barbs at the objects of their resentment. Yet our Heroes are those who choose to peel away the layers so that their light and purpose on this planet is fully exposed.

My Heart is Open. My Vision Clear. My Spirit Eternal...

...And my jokes ready to pierce through the toughest of lies.

Now get out the way and gimme that Mic!


Barack Hard in a Funky Place

Big bonus points to those of you who know what song the title of this piece is referencing. Don’t look down and cheat. I’ll give u a moment…

Give up?

Prince, The Black Album, Rock Hard in a Funky Place. Mmm mmm, that album was slamming. Wait, let me go put it on while I type this whole thing out…

Aww shit! That beat to the opening track is absolutely disgusting, ohhhh, man, hold up, I just gotta…yup…a lil’ thrust on the keyboard…Unnh! Now THIS is Prince not the watered down ‘I’m too holy to curse Prince’; man I miss him.

Wait! I know. Check it out, okay…so I just uploaded the track I’m grooving to onto my site, now u can play this while u read and dance around your apartment too!

Too sexy.

Anyway, “Rock Hard…” was the final cut on this genius album. The notorious line from it has to be “I would just hate to see an erection go to waste”. I hold that sentiment as well in that I would just hate to see this election go to waste but going to waste is where it’s headed. The very least we can do at this point is wipe the sleep from our eyes and understand who these supposed ‘frontrunners’ really are; especially you know who.

Now I know many of you who read my newsletter are highly excitable Obama supporters, hell, that’s who my Mom’s all jazzed about. I get stuff all the time about Obama this that and the other thing and I have officially had it. The last straw was my Rolling Stone just being delivered the other day with a smiling Bama looking downward on the cover as if he was thinking:

‘Oh Issac, it doesn’t matter what you write about me, the people love me, the musicians love me, even Republicans are secretly lovin’ my shiny black ass. They’re buying my ‘Yes We Can’ and ‘Hope’ crap like they bought Tickle Me Elmos for Christmas a few years ago. You’re wasting your energy. It has already been decided that I will rule this country so you can play every Prince album from the eighties as much as you want and jab at that computer of yours til your fingers turn purple’.

Well, maybe he wasn’t thinking all that but it still sent me overboard.

So, just give me a chunk, well, an enormous chunk of words to deposit into your mind on this hopeful, austere, principled savior candidate that so many of you hold in high regard. Just hear me out okay? This isn’t about me wanting to convince you to get on the Ron Paul bandwagon, I just want you all to understand what this cat is about.

It’s long, really long, and I’m not going to break it up into three parts like I did for the Global Warming Hoax. My mind has been in stirrups and it’s been going through labor pains for five months to give birth to this ‘Truth Baby’ so that you can be informed; time to suck it up people!

Hell, print this out and leave it next to the can on top of that Maxim or Cosmopolitan mag for all I care. Slap a page a night on the tramp stamp of that Stripper you’re banging or tape it to the headboard of your bed while your man or woman flails away at you from behind. You can actually download this month’s piece as a PDF for that express purpose, make copies, use it as wallpaper, whatever you wish.

Right Click and Save to Downloand Obama Piece as PDF File

I’m not gonna just break down the Obama Deception, I’m breaking down the entire world as it exists right now from a pure 3rd Dimensional Reality standpoint. So, it’s up to you if you want to go down the verbal-hole.

If you don’t then this is where you get off.

If you’re down then take the Purple Pill…

…and let’s begin.

Firstly, know that the information presented here has been culled from the depths and shallows of many an ocean and waterway. I traversed reefs that would deign to dissuade me from their secrets and whistled along with the denizens of the deep as they whispered thoughts to me as old as Sirius and as true as our infinite divinity. Judge not the bounty strewn across the sand for they are nothing more than shells, trinkets and pearls of data. To call them right or wrong is a function of your perception for ultimately there is no right or wrong…there just is.

As for the commentary, well, isn’t that part of the fun?

Alrighty then!

Let me Break it Down
Let it Be Broke
Ya Dig it
It’s Dug

Let’s start off on what most people believe to be the primary contrast between the Democrats and the Republicans: their attitude towards war. Reps wanna blow everything and everyone up who speaks with guttural sounds to smithereens while Dems are all about the olive branches, right? Hence, Obama must be an Anti-War candidate, right? Nothing could be farther from the truth.

Yes, Obama is against war. Specifically he’s opposed to the war in Iraq but he’s categorically for war in other parts of the world. As you will find with most of Bama’s rhetoric it sounds like one thing but really is the other. Kinda like my last date that I had with this wacky Armenian chick, she sounded like she was down but really had a chastity belt thicker than the Wall of China with cloves of garlic dangling from it.

All you have to do is read his proposed plan on his site about War and it’s stated plainly in mulatto and white.
It’s his “ Iraq War De-escalation Act of 2007”. In Section 3 of this bogus act he states that he will not have forces exceed the amount of soldiers that were present in Iraq as of January 2007 which were around 130,000. Okay, so what is it now? Around 154,000, so there’s a 20% reduction with a provision to escalate if it’s determined that there’s a need. That’s not a proposal from a candidate who’s against the war, he’s just kinda against it; a teaspoon less here a dash of infantry there.

Now here’s where he takes his cue from Bill Clinton and gets all slick on us. Section 4 of this act is all about Redeployment. Yippee! Obama has them redeployed to The US, well, that’s awesome, but then he has them going to ‘Afghanistan, to enhance US military operations in that country’ and also ‘elsewhere in the region… to remain engaged in the region and to position troops to strike directly at Al-Qaeda’. Well, that doesn’t sound like someone who’s bringing the troops home does it? Quick quiz. Name the person behind this quote:

"The danger from Iran is grave, it is real, and my goal will be to eliminate this threat."

Nope that’s not McCain, that’s Obama speaking to an AIPAC audience recently as he also stated that he will always have the option to attack Iran on the table. See Obama’s not against war at all, he’s just sorta against this war but he’s all for Iran, Afghanistan and anybody else. Time to realize these two are cut from the same cloth, they’re just dyed differently. They’re both members of the Council on Foreign Relations a terrorist group of Globalists whose sole purpose is a One World Government. It is this group along with others like it that are the true dictators of policy for this country and they wield a mighty wind from their puckered buttocks. Oh, Issac, you and this globalist hoo-ha, c’mon. Fine. Let’s hear it from actual members of the CFR. Mr. Carroll Quigley, what’s the CFR?

"The Council on Foreign Relations is the American branch of a society which originated in England... (and) ...believes national boundaries should be obliterated and one world rule established."

Thanks Carroll. Hmm, uh, yo Admiral Ward, what’s the CFR?

"The main purpose of the (CFR) is promoting the disarmament of US sovereignty and national dependence and submergence into an all powerful, one world government."

Yup, that’s Judge Advocate General of the US Navy Admiral Ward to you. These people act as the bridges between the corporate taskmasters they empower to the marionettes of government whose strings they pull and your denial of their existence does not make it any less so. These people just sing the same tune but with a different beat behind it, just like every song you might hear in a hip-hop club.

In fact, in researching Obama and his attitude towards the Military it is as every bit as aggressive and expansive as his Neocon counterparts. If you had a blind taste test on policy you seriously would not be able to tell the difference.

On his website’s page for Foreign Policy his statements for ‘Building a 21st century military’ shows his desire for more troops as it is stated that “Obama will increase the size of ground forces, adding 65,000 soldiers to the Army and 27,000 Marines”. Then he gets all Newspeak on us in perfect Orwellian fashion. He pledges that he will “not build any permanent bases in Iraq”; awww, how sweet of him. Well, see, the Pentagon doesn’t call these bases that they’re building in Iraq ‘Permanent Bases’, they call them ‘Enduring Bases’, reaaaaalll slick there Bama Slama, you sure there’s not some Jew chick with a beret underneath your desk right now?

Please remove the idea from your mind that we have a two party system in this country. Have we forgotten how pathetic the Democrats have been in stopping this war? Wasn’t there a supposed mandate from the Citizenry back in 2006? Wasn’t there to be immediate change in our handling of this war when Dems were granted power over the House and Senate? They have been nothing but a bunch of spineless prostrated jellyfish that have fallen right in line with the parade celebrating the deaths of more Americans and Iraqis. Do you know that when Bush Jr. asked for 107 Billion to further escalate the War in Iraq the Dems said ‘No absolutely not, that’s too little, take 162 Billion instead’.

If the sickos who run this government could have it their way we would be attacking Iran tomorrow. HR362 (and the Senate version Resolution 580), known as the 'Iran War Resolution' is building up steam in Congress and basically establishes an embargo on Iran while vowing to punish and any country who continues to deal with them. 220 brainwashed puppets of Congress have already signed on to this bill and are already talking about nuking Iran for chrissakes! A reason why your gas costs so much is because energy prices are being bid up because of this fear. It has been predicted that if bombs start dropping, that we will see energy prices double or triple.

“This is unbelievable! This is closing down Iran. Where do we have this authority? Where do we get the moral authority? Where do we get the international legality for this? Where do we get the Constitutional authority for this?" – Ron Paul

“As in the case of Saddam Hussein’s “weapons of mass destruction,” the conclusion whether or not Iran is making a nuclear weapon will be determined by propaganda and not by fact. Therefore, there is no difference between Bush, McCain, Obama, and the Lobby with regard to the Middle East. As Israel has several hundred nuclear weapons, and a modern air force and missiles supplied by the US, the idea that Israel needs American protection from Iran is a fantasy.” - Paul Craig Roberts

Ah Israel, the Motherland, my place of birth, Jerushalayim Shel Zachav, the creators of falafel that will melt in your mouth and tingle your loins and the biggest pawn in the history of the Middle East. It would take pages on end to detail how the state of Israel since it’s conception has been nothing but a tool for those who wish to manipulate the region to their designs and it pains me to no end.

Suffice it to say, if you have plans on the Presidency then you better be prepared to go to bed with Israel and Obama has been eagerly showing up with packs of condoms, bottles of Manischewitz and pictures of Sammy Davis Jr. to as many Jew events that he can.

What’s troubling about this is not his avid excitement to appease the Goldstein’s of the world as it is that he used to be a staunch supporter of Arabic rights and the cause of the Palestinians:

Back in the day when he was a state senator, before he had status, before he was a predator, you could see the Bam Bam listenin’ to Muslims, now he’s trashing ‘em which the Verbal finds puzzlin’

(a lil’ homage to Low End Theory by ‘Tribe Called Quest’ for those Old School Hip Hop heads out there)

See, when Barack was just an inconspicuous Illinois Senator his views on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict were much different than they are today. He was critical of the US and their support of Israel and attended many Palestinian and Arab-American events in and around Chicago. The picture to the right is of him and his wife at a community fundraiser speaking with Edward Said, a pro-Palestinian activist and the keynote speaker of the event. A witness to Obama’s involvement and support of the Palestinian cause, Ali Abunimah of ‘The Electronic Intifada’ writes of one his encounters with Obama in the winter of 2004:

"Hey, I'm sorry I haven't said more about Palestine right now, but we are in a tough primary race. I'm hoping when things calm down I can be more up front." He referred to my activism, including columns I was contributing to the The Chicago Tribune critical of Israeli and US policy, "Keep up the good work!"

Now Obama’s all up in the Bagel & Lox crowd and stroking their egos every chance he gets. He’s already co-sponsored an amendment to the Illinois Pension Code allowing the state of Illinois to lend money to the Israeli government. For him, it’s about power and doing whatever it takes to get himself the title of Corporate Spokesmen for the Elite. Look, I could give a rats ass what Obama’s position is on the conflict with Israel, I look at the bigger picture when it comes to Israel so taking sides is irrelevant to me. The bottom line is that this guy willfully switched his ideals and values for political gain; all this yakity yak about change, now I know what he means.

Speaking to AIPAC recently (American Israel Public Affairs Committee) Obama made no bones about his vision for the Star-Tetrahedron State:

"We must preserve our total commitment to our unique defense relationship with Israel by fully funding military assistance and continuing work on the Arrow and related missile defense program”

Again, are these words from someone you consider an anti-war candidate? This could easily have come from McCain or Bush’s mouth and it will always be the case with people like this, the sound is coming from the owner of the man whose hand is rammed up their acquiescent slavish anuses.

Actually, Obama’s policies on the Middle East and Foreign Affairs have nothing to do with his personal beliefs, it’s what he’s being fed from his appointed advisors and I nearly fell over when I found who his foreign policy advisor was…good ol’ Zbigniew Brzezinski. That’s when I knew Obama had sold himself. This is the same Zbig who was Jimmy Carter’s National Security Advisor, um, doesn’t change mean new and not recycled?

The Big Z has had his grubby paws in many a power figure through the decades and it is no surprise that Obama, a member of the Globalist mob the CFR would love having a fellow CFR brother whispering their agenda in his ebon ear, take it away Ziggy:

“National sovereignty is no longer a viable concept” - Zbigawig

In other words, time to get rid of the nation states and say hello to the North American Union and the Amero, which I’ve been yapping about for sometime in these newsletters. They say it isn’t so but they’re building the Trans-Texas Corridor right now as I pitter patter on this keyboard of mine. This is not something that’s coming down the pike, it’s in the pike, out the pike, over the pike you name it. The signs are all over Texas that it’s coming so don’t tell me I’m blowing smoke up your ass. I don’t smoke and the last thing I would do is to bring a cigarette into the picture if a scrumptious tushy was plopped down right before me.

Our good buddy Ziggy also helped to create the Trilateral Commission with David Rockefeller in 1973. The Trilateral Commission is also dedicated to a World Government dictatorship and is interconnected with the CFR and the Bilderberg Group another Globalist faction. This guy is no bueno and he’s all up in the Bama Slama barrage. Of course, you won’t hear about these names when they speak about the Obama campaign trail and those that travel with him involved in the daily toil of his candidacy. They don’t need to be there, they give him his marching orders and his sides and he follows the script to a tee, there’s no Robin Williams extemporaneous banter on this stage.

This jibes with how Obama, a perceived anti-war candidate is all about war, cuz the mosquito in his ear is a frothing at the mouth War-nympho. Brzezinski's foreign 'policy' during the Carter administration, as he has since admitted without regret, was to entice the Soviet Union to invade Afghanistan in December of 1979. The idea, he said, was to weaken their rival superpower the USSR and that “I wanted to create for them their Vietnam”. The result was a ten-year occupation that cost the lives of an estimated 1.3 million Afghans. Administrations that followed Carter coordinated with the ISI to train tens of thousands in Pakistan to fight the invasion and to resist it. This invasion also spawned the Mujahedin, Taliban as well as Osama bin Laden who was hired by us to fight the Ruskies in Afghanistan back in the day. SOP here, get a stooge to work for you then turn on him when you need him for something else; see: Saddam.

Ziggy views war and the deaths of innocents as a means for global expansion, control and colonization and Obama is chirping his song note for note. Here’s another gem from your savior on the possibility of bombing Pakistan:

“'If we have actionable intelligence about high-value terrorist targets and President Musharraf won't act, we will” – Barack Warbomber

People, those are the same code words that Bush used when he spoke about invading Iraq and Afghanistan, it was based on “actionable intelligence”. Hello? I also use those words when making my move on a chick, “But babe! I had actionable intelligence from you that it was cool to caress your badonkadonk.”

As for some of Obama’s other advisors behind the scenes, well, you don’t just have to have Madonna to swing you over to the Jew side, Obama has his personal moyl for that thank you very much. Another one of his ear chirpers for Middle Eastern policy is Dennis B. Ross, The same Denny who was director for policy planning in the State Department under President Poppa Bush as well as Special Middle East coordinator to President Bill Clinton. Change? Ross is also the first chairman of the Jerusalem-based 'think tank', the Jewish People Policy Planning Institute. The guy bleeds hummus. Any thought as to how Obama will be dealing with ‘Rogue’ nations once he gets into office?

Of course, you’re deemed to be a ‘Rogue’ nation if you reject the crippling policies of the IMF or World Bank and foolishly attempt to rule your own country while keeping and profiting from your own wealth and natural resources. Yet these very same countries along with the more abundant Islamic nations are blamed for the debilitating oil crisis affecting the globe. Again, this is a misconception that Obama and the mainstream happily play into for it buffers people from truly understanding what is really going on with the sky rocketing prices associated with oil and with the call to arms against these supposed threats.

Wanna know what the real deal is? You sure? Sooo many words, can you handle it?

Alright, let’s deconstruct that lie piñata as well.

There’s so much caca being spewed out on this issue and all of it is way off base. You will not find this info spilling out of any of the neatly buffed talking heads on your hypno-tubes.

In order to understand what’s going on now with oil you have to understand what went on in the seventies when there first was a bogus manufactured oil crisis. It was a calculated result intended to manipulate and consolidate global economies while at the same time controlling people by forcing them into a life of dependency. Basically the same drama is happening now but with different players and circumstances and with a far more sinister curtain call.

In order to begin turning out the people of the world into raving oil sluts you have to create Artificial Scarcity first, get them thinking that there’s not much of it and it’s running out; the energy landscape turns into one big sausage party with the only hot chick owned by Big Oil. Artificial Scarcity is a hoax of lack of resources or abundance. The truth is that just like in the 70s we’re overflowing with oil. Back in 1995 as reported in the AP the Big 10 oil companies bought up all of the 214 oil refineries in this country and would shut them down at will to create this artificial scarcity and inflate the prices in coordination with market speculation.

As insane as this may sound Big Oil also conspires with environmental groups to protect lands that are rich in oil. The game is to hold all of the cards and be the dealer as well, you only get a card when we say so. It’s exactly how the Diamond Industry acts, diamonds are low grade semi-precious stones but after a cute ditty and the manipulation of the market to create the illusion that they are scarce or rare, whammo, you have yourself a profitable lie. All that’s left is to murder or suppress countries or companies that find your cheap glass by the bushel so that you can stay in control of the market.

There was also no lack of oil in the 70s, the US was overflowing with the stuff, it just wasn’t being sent to the refineries so that the price could be driven up.

So step one is complete, everyone thinks the world is running out of oil, now it’s time to devalue the dollar. Back in the 70s the value of the dollar also dipped to nasty lows and this was intentional as is the devaluing of the dollar today. See, oil is traded in dollars since dollars are the reserve currency of the world so the lower the value of the dollar goes the higher the price of oil goes since it becomes vastly cheaper to other countries whose currencies are strong, get it? Conversely if you look at the price of Gold throughout this mess it has matched the value of oil step for step, just another reason to get rid of this paper monopoly money we use as currency and get back to real money.

At any rate, so you have the dollar valued at poop in the 70s, Step 2 is complete. Next you have Walter Levy, the US Official Oil Economist at the time proposing a rate hike of 400% for the price of oil at the secret annual Bilderberg meeting in Sweden in May of 1973. At that meeting were 84 Bigwigs, Royals, Politicos, Oilmen and String Pullers including our good ol’ buddy Zbigniew Brzezinski who we have established as one of the main guys behind Obama. So everyone’s on board for more money and more control.

Now, people aren’t that stupid, can’t just bend them over and get Medieval on their ass, you need a lil’ lube. Hmmm…Jews! Get the Jews! Oy Yoy Yoy Yoy Yoy! Five months later that year you have Syria and Egypt invading Israel for the Yom Kippur War. The US then backs Israel and the Arabs get ‘outraged’ and they inflate the price of oil to astronomical prices never seen before, they cut production and create an embargo with the States. Here’s the thing, the Israelis, my people, handled it, took care of business as it were, fought back the Arabs like they were a JV Squad, there was no need for the States to come out and pick a side. Technically speaking, if the US said ‘Jews Shmews, I’m taking the Arabs in this fight’ then they would have been the benefactors of a huge economic boon due to the excess of fuel they would have received from the Middle East. Instead they pick the Yids and the world consequently goes into chaos. I’m not saying they should have picked the Arabs, what they should have done is stayed the f*ck out of that whole mess. Israel was fine, there was no need to pick a side but then oil doesn’t go up 400% without the meddling.

Now you might say coincidence, there are no coincidences whatsoever when it comes to wars and conflicts, they are always manipulated from on high.

You can see the seeds of this price hike taking root in 1972 when the transnational oil companies such as Exxon were drastically cutting back on the supply of domestic crude which was given the OK by Nixon who was simply listening to his aides which included good ol’ Henry Kissinger also a member of the CFR which now includes Bama Slamma. Kissywissy is then named by Nixon as part of an Energy Triumvirate in February of 1973 thus giving him power to control US energy policy. The Kissman then gets his buddies in the Middle East all fired up, orchestrates the Yom Kippur War by going back and forth with his Arab friends and his Israeli political lapdog Simcha Dinitz who just happened to be in Washington a few days before the war broke out, everything goes hooey kablooey, finally Kissimme tells his boy the Shah to demand mo money and higher prices from OPEC in 1974 and boom! The landscape of the planet has just been changed and this slimy bastard Kissinger gets a Nobel Peace Prize for his role in changing the landscape of the planet for the worse.

The landscape of the planet you say? Yup. See, the Arab countries took all the money they made from the embargoes and invested it right back into Western Banks, that was part of the deal, ‘We’ll hook you up with large sums of cash but you gotta reinvest with us, cool?’ The Western Banks then go ahead and take that dirty nasty oil money and ‘lend’ it to the Third World countries who have been making futile desperate attempts trying to pay it back to this day despite Mr. U2’s ‘One Concert’ which I already wrote about saying how that concert made things worse.

This time around it’s the same script except China and India are the supposed culprits now since their oil is subsidized by their governments which keeps the price of oil for them ridiculously low as compared to the rest of the world. As those economies are artificially inflated and said to be ‘emerging markets’ the rest of the world gets screwed out of jobs. The jobs in China and India are still crap along with the working and living conditions so everybody suffers. I’d also like to point out how China is being groomed to eliminate the US as the Super Power of the world which would pave the way for a One World Government but that’s for a whole other diatribe that would go on your girl’s tramp stamp.

So the US gets smacked around economically in the 70s and the images of those infamous car lines are burned into our retinas while in the UK they reduce the work week to three days to preserve fuel thereby throwing millions of citizens out of work. Everyone is living in fear and meagerly scraping by looking for solutions in all the wrong places. Congratulations, your Earth Yahtzee Game is complete for Round 1 in the 70s, now they’re playing out the sequel.

Yet this time around it isn’t just going to be about oil, water is next. Did you know that water supplies, along with local municipalities, are being bought up by foreign interests at this moment? Get ready for the price of water to soar soon and for that to become a precious resource as well. Just last year the UN had an international water conference. Not only that, I constantly read articles of food prices and food supplies being major issues in other countries where food riots are happening at this moment.

This is where all this nonsense is heading, and it’s all a big scam people!!! It’s not real! It’s a lie! Daniel Plainview is drinking your milkshakes and clubbing you with bowling pins “I Drink Your Milkshake!” I’m gonna haveta use that on a chick sometime, sans the bowling pin of course.

Well, the Black Album has played its final track a long time ago. Lemme put something else on for a sec, hmm, Coltrane? More Prince? Why not, I’ve been mad at him for so long it’s kinda nice hearing his music again…ooh I got it! Extended remixes…hit play…ohhhh baby…

I feel all fuzzy inside. Okay, uh, where was…crises, artificial scarcity, thinking about that Armenian chick, so hot, dance around the mic, thrust, oil, milkshake, no dairy, go Yankees, uh, ooh! Food.

Yes food, I know this is a nasty long tangent but it underscores how everything is interconnected in a way to relieve you of your power and security so that you can look to those entities outside of yourself for answers, hence the Obama phenomenon since so many are just starving for something positive. Anyway, did you also know that about a handful of corporations control all of the grains and all the seeds in the world and that in the process of getting to this control they have eliminated millions of food strains? Why? Well…

What they want is to create a dependency on Genetically Modified crops that they will say is the answer to the food crisis. Why? Because companies like the purely evil Monsanto basically own all the seed patents in the world, that’s right, we’ve come to the point where a corporate body can own a seed. Did you know that 97% of the vegetables that were grown at the beginning of the 20th century are now extinct? Did you know that there used to be 5,000 types of potatoes and now there’s only four varieties grown on a major scale? Consequently where there only used to be around three ways a girl could put you in friend zone circa 1913 now there are three hundred and twenty new ways with seventy seven surfacing in the past year…disastrous.

Anyway, thanks to the funding given to these companies by the Reagan/Bush administration in the early eighties these biotech/seed companies have created seeds that are called ‘terminator’ seeds or ‘suicide’ seeds. These seeds die after one harvest so they cannot be used again thus causing farmers or nations to have to get seeds or food from a corporation or starve in the process. Here’s what Willard Phelps, spokesman of the U.S. Dept. of Agriculture, says of why the suicide seed research was created ‘'to increase the value of proprietary seed owned by U.S. seed companies and to open up new markets in Second and Third World countries'.

Simply put, they want to own your right to eat.

The seed companies were actually bought up in the mid nineties by pesticide and chemical producers Dow and Monsanto so that they could not only control the seeds but to control the dependency on the crap you’ll need to get the seeds to grow and survive. Brilliant strategy if it weren’t so downright diabolical.

The ultimate monstrosity of this whole scheme are the Genetically Modified crops which, unless you’re subsisting on purely organic foods, you’re eating them right now. Approximately 80% of all prepared and processed foods in this country contain GM foods. See, the FDA made it so that they don’t have to tell you that you’re eating it because the people don’t want them but that’s never stopped them before. Last month in Calgary at The Codex Alimentarius people were fighting for the mandatory labeling of GM foods whereas the US was contending that it doesn’t have to and that these foods are safe as provided under a 1992 George H. W. Bush Executive Order.

Did you also know that 20% of the genes in your cells right now are owned by corporations? No joke. The U.S. Patent Office has granted patents on your genes, which means technically if you have a child and reproduce those genes you are in violation of U.S. Patent Law and some day they could potentially start charging you for having children; that’s how sick it’s getting.

The end result of these GM foods: Cataclysmic effects on your health. Research done on the long and short-term effects on health from these foods has shown time and time again that these are not safe at all for human consumption. If I were to list the maladies associated with these foods and crops it would fill up an entire website A main reason why the bees are dying is because they’re being infected by these foods and by the pesticides being sprayed on them, colony collapse disorder is just another name for death by chemicals. It’s a distraction, sending the scientists on a wild goose chase away from the truth.

If you want to see a great documentary on our food please watch The Future of Food. If you’re on Netflix you can instantly watch it online right now.

The Future of Food

The Future of Food on Netflix

Control, fear and dependency, it’s what it’s all about, just like the global warming hoax. That’s all about control of third world nations and taxation and fines for industrialized ones. Look, since we’re talking oil, the haughty green prophet of poop Al Gore is an oil man. His father was an oil man and he’s the majority stock holder in Occidental Petroleum and that’s the incontinent truth people.

I know I said I’d stop bashing Global Warming fanatics but three top scientists have just released a paper showing how Co2 emissions actually cool the atmosphere rather than heat it up. Read their informative intelligent study here:

Co2 Emissions Are Coooool

Also, the Physics and Society Journal has just published new evidence as to how the IPCC 2007 paper which Gore based his entire deception on “overstated CO2’s impact on temperature by 500-2000%”, and that the reason they got the numbers that they did was because “Computer models used by the UN’s climate panel (IPCC) were pre-programmed with overstated values for the three variables whose product is “climate sensitivity”. It’s called Junk Science people, read about it here.

IPCC=Garbage

Pardon me while I go to my balcony to pass wind into the atmosphere while chowing down on a steak and drowning my funky hair in hairspray; my carbon assprint is enormous!

Of course, Obama is all for carbon taxing and the global corporate control that will come with the standards attached to the fictitious theory of a melting planet. In countries like England and Canada as well as cities around US there’s already the groundwork for carbon credits. In California laws are being put into motion where you will be forced to have a sticker on your car detailing what your emissions are for your car. Lower emission vehicles will be allowed to park closer to stores and establishments while higher will not. How apropos since it is the handicapped mind that believes in the fraudulent science that is Global Warming. So while the duped masses will be treated like royalty the informed citizenry will be treated as the untouchables, how wonderful

Let’s dial back to the Oil Crisis again, there’s no oil in the world right? Hmmm…

Petrobras, an enormous oil company in Brazil just found what is considered to be the third largest oil field in the world this past April with over 33 million barrels of oil “enough to supply every refinery in the U.S. for six years”

Brazilian Oil Booty

Too intimidated by Brazilians and their overt sexuality? Up for some eccentric cold weathered Slavs? How about 1.4 billion barrels of oil in Kosovo:

Kosovo's Got Crude!

Oh yeah there’s some right under our noses in the North Dakota oil patch:

Dakota Flowin' Like Hova

I’m gonna stop on oil now and get back to Obama’s wack persona but it’s important to program this code into your internal hard drive before we go on:

You are an abundant being living in an abundant universe that overflows with anything your heart can conceive or desire…period.

Don’t buy into their game, just don’t play it. The whole crunch over lack of basic needs like food water and transportation stresses you out and when you’re stressed in this way you get put into survival mode. When you’re in survival mode you’re toast, they have you. See, you’re not thinking outside of yourself, contemplating world events or the big picture, putting together the pieces or questioning authority or newspeak or anything, you’re just trying to live and get by.

Survival mode disconnects you from others, you’re all about you, your ego, “I must survive, hustle, get through this, win” it’s a primal low frequency and a low energy field, you get sucked into the mindset of these hyper-reality shows which are all about elimination and doing what it takes to win. Not only are you operating from a space of lack and doing a disservice to your infinite divinity but you are in a highly manipulated state. Now the two rails of design dovetail into one another whereby you are bombarded by false flag terrorism and financial and economic collapse attacking you from all directions to put you into high states of fear and doubt. You’re not thinking about your spirituality, you’re not visualizing yourself in the space which you dream of, you’re scrambling around like a cockroach.

So when they come along to bail you out or to propose their solution, which is what they wanted from the get-go, you crumble before their majestic rule, obeying, heeling and sucking at their wicked teat. And if one were to stand up and expose the truth you would yell for them to sit down for you’re just trying to survive and get by, there’s no room for troublemakers when you’re just trying to eat and get to work. Capish?

'Control the oil and you can control entire continents. Control food and you control people ...' – Henry Kissinger

To think that Obama will be bringing economic prosperity to this country thus freeing you from this glut of dependency would be an ill-conceived thought. There will be no hope on the economic front once he’s in office, it’ll just be more of the same. Obama has appointed two leading apologists for the offshoring of our jobs as his economic advisors- Bill Clinton’s Secretary of the Treasury Robert Rubin and Rubin associate Jason Furman. These two are notorious for their justifications of policies that benefit Wall Street, CEOs, and large Corporations that demand high returns to their ravenous shareholders. This insistence on big paychecks for Wall Street pressures corporations to move their operations abroad. This is why Wal-Mart is telling their American suppliers to “meet the Chinese price” or else. Retailers are forced to slash everything at the expense of the economic well-being and careers of millions of Americans. Every job and product that is offshored increases the US trade deficit and lowers the US GDP. By enlarging the trade deficit this erodes the reserve currency role of the dollar, the real basis of US power.

Let us not overlook the glaring fact that Obama is basically being financed by convicted inside-trader and multi-billionaire George Soros, the man behind the whiny moveon.org website. Through this movement Georgie has pumped around 200 million dollars into the Obama campaign while working his magic on the campaign finance laws that would allow the Barack of Love show to receive such a hefty sum. Soros is all about ‘speculation’ on currencies and foreign markets so you know he’s making a killing on these oil prices, what do you think the main financier of Obama will ask of him with regards to our jobs and the value of our dollar once he gets into office?

Where is the Hope when Obama endorses a foreign policy that feeds into our imperialistic territorial expansion and an economic policy that benefits only multimillionaires and billionaires? Anyone? Bueller?

As for taxes there will be plenty more with Obama around. That’s what Socialists do, they tax the living bejeezus out of everyone because you can’t create needless federal programs without money from the people.

Maria Bartiromo of CNBC reports that if Obama wins he’ll “take the capital gains tax at 15 percent right now all the way up to 25 to 28 percent…sell anything, like a home or stocks, and make a profit . . . 30 percent of the profit will go to the government instead of 15." The income tax will also be almost doubled under Obama. The dividend tax will also increase from 15% to around 40% under Obama and he’s planning on reinstating the Inheritance Tax a tax that was actually repealed by Bush.

Obama, can your government rape my wallet with a smile on their face while saying it's for my own good?

The siphoning of funds from your fragile bank accounts will also come under the guise of taking care of you via our corruptible healthcare system. I really chuckled and shook my head at the bickering that Hilary and Obama engaged one another in over the debate of our healthcare.

The only difference between the two of them is that Obama wants to mandate coverage for children and to fine parents for not covering them while Hilary was insisting on mandating coverage for all and fining everyone who did not comply. How would mandatory compliance be achieved you ask? Why the same way they violate you for your Socialism Security contributions, the same contributions that are going to a fund that does not exist in the black anymore and that is impossible to remove yourself from. A piece of everyone’s paycheck would go to paying for healthcare in the same way that Illegal Federal Taxation is taken from you. I love how Hilary’s plan was touted as including everyone. Yeah man, she’s got an AK at every employer’s head, courtesy of your big bloated government, forcing them to cough up the dillies so that the ever benevolent D.C. can take care of you from cradle to grave.

Bashlock also wants to force employers to offer insurance by giving them a ‘pay or play’ option for healthcare which means you either offer insurance based on a debilitating healthcare apparatus or you contribute to it, either way we get your money. He also wants to create a ‘National Health Insurance Exchange’ which essentially will be a Federal marketing program to con more people into dying faster by accepting coverage by a system that treats people to disease rather than health.

Bama’s plan is going to cost around 50-70 billion a year to get everybody into or access to the system with the operative word being ‘system’.

Can we wrap our brains around that one please, they will fine you if you’re not a part of their ‘system’, is that not the practice of a tyrannical rule? This is a system that does not give a rats ass about getting you healthier. This is a system that thrives off of your sickness, that looks to keep you under their thumb through drugs that do not work or that work long enough to get you addicted to using them on a regular basis. This is a system that makes up imaginary conditions like ADHD and works with legislators to force children to take drugs to cure them of these imaginary diseases.

One out of every five dollars spent in this country goes to disease or to finding a cure for it, what a pathetic joke. Has anyone found anything in the past half century besides more creepy crawlies on our favorite fun parts? Well, they have but any intelligence that would eliminate disease completely is immediately suppressed. I’ve written about Breast Cancer research and how all these walks and ribbons actually increase the amount of women who get this cancer due to the screening process that radiates their chests.

50% of all bankruptcies in this country are due to medical costs. If you’re looking to defend the Medical Establishment here’s a lil’ curveball for you, did you know that Medicare has paid out 478,500 claims to doctors or suppliers of health services who were deceased? You read that right, dead doctors are getting hooked up by Medicare. Ludicrous? Fictional? Read it about it here:

Dead Docs Need Meds

It’s just a-symptomatic of a system that cannot regulate itself nor perform adequately; sounds like the marketing team behind Edie Murphy’s recent flop, awww, poor Eddie. For every dollar the government takes from you for federal programs you get 34 cents back. Now how do you feel about them taking your cash for health and deciding who gets care and how they get it; cutting their deals and kowtowing to moral and ethical syllogisms which have no business in health unless of course it is a business, which it is.

My plan begins by covering every American” – Dr. Obamagood.

Sure does, it guarantees eligibility for everyone to pay to be sick. You will not be turned away to have deadly chemicals and big pharma drugs enter your body. Obama is not talking at all about eliminating subsidies for the sugar and corn industries that exist in this country and that are literally killing our children. Our government is paying to have these ingredients in almost everything that you eat and the effects have been catastrophic. Now we just don’t have diabetes we’ve had to create ‘adult-onset diabetes’ to label all the kids that eat these foods hourly which are eroding their bodies and fattening them up like cows to the slaughter.

There is no talk from Mr. Hope Change We Can for subsidizing organic farming and replenishing our soils with minerals. No talk about releasing farmers from the shackles of debt or corporate ownership. No talk about eliminating the poisoning of our foods with FDA approved Aspartames and the like. No talk of eliminating the fluoride from our water or the chemicals that spray our skies every day.

Nope, just talk of taking your money from you so you can pay more money to get into a door that you paid for. Gotta love it.

Now, what would a Verbal Warrior breakdown of a subject be without a prodigious amount of foolish quotes from famous people? Celebs aren’t just jumping on the bandwagon, they’re having a veritable orgy on it. Take it away people…

For the first time in my life I am inspired by a leader who puts principles ahead of polls and unites all of us around a common purpose – Chris Rock

[In my best Chris Rock voice] And he suuuuuure is Black, that’s right, so black he casts a shadow on coal. Motherf*cker can use his finger as a pencil, that’s right (chuckle chuckle) I don’t give a God…damn…about his policies…just let’s get ourselves a Black House Beeyotch! That’s right.

I think that by simply electing Obama our country is going to get more respect around the world – Common

Yes, when we’re screwing them over with our aggressive military and interfering in their affairs they may not feel good about it at night…but they’ll respect us in the morning.

When I hear Obama speak it brings to mind Kennedy and King in one person – Stevie Wonder

I know, it’s too easy. I just can’t do it, tempting, but no.

My favorite yutz for the celeb quote machine had a coupla doozies also:

The most important qualifications a candidate can possess is being able to inspire people to want to do things for the country. He makes me feel like it’s possible to change the world.

I certainly think there’s a musical quality to how Obama speaks…that ability to make people want to listen. That alone, to me, makes him the most qualified. – Dave Matthews

Are u f*cking kidding me Dave!?!? Am I to think that I should succumb to the lilting dulcet tones of Obama and allow him to lead me along with this country to its demise simply because…he’s easy on the ears?!?!?!

Oh fer Sun God’s sake! Mariah Carey’s got some pipes on her too, let her be the Secretary of the Interior and let’s have the cast of Idol run the economy while we’re at it.

Everybody’s listening to Obama’s speeches and reacting to them like they’re at a Def Jam Poetry Slam. This isn’t about holding up 10s and 9s and snapping our fingers and saying mmm hmmm every two minutes. We don’t need an inspirational poem for this country. We need a plumber; someone to come in and fix the pipes to flush away all of the waste that’s been building up for decades. The US needs a colonic, stat!

I liken our country to my beloved New York Knicks franchise. Isiah Thomas has pulled a George Bush and ran that team into the ground with pathetic signings, bad trades and awful management of contracts and cap space. My man Donnie Walsh, around the same age as Ron Paul wink wink, has come in and after a couple of weeks fired the guy. He didn’t make all these grandiloquent speeches on tradition and competing for a championship. He is approaching this disaster of a team with pragmatism and the constant reassurance that patience will be required to sort out the mess. Understandably it will take years to get back to respectability and he knows it.

Isiah was pulling an Obama! He kept speaking of hope and new direction and all this yang yang while the ship be sinking folks! We don’t need Obama. He’s a trinket, a shiny sticker for your notebook, a flashy dish for your arm, a shyster, wake up; we need a guy outside of the system to come in and clean house not give it a new paintjob.

He speaks to the America I’ve envisioned in my music…a citizenry willing to tackle the nuanced and complex problems, a country that’s interested in its collective destiny and in the potential of its gathered spirit - The Boss

Let’s leave Nuance, Destiny and Spirit to the strip clubs and out of our political discussions, okay Bruce? At least one celeb’s got it right:

"Phenomenally inhuman and unconstitutional" -----Sean Penn's comments about Barack Obama's voting record.

You go Sean! You need to put a whupping on Barack the way you gave Esai Morales a beatdown in Bad Boys. Woo Hoo!

You look at Barack and you can’t help but feeling hopeful – David Crosby

Hope shmope. Have we forgotten that Slick Willie also came in on a wave of Bowie’s refrain ch ch ch changes and also espoused the virtues of Hope and how he came from a town called Hope and how he blew a load in Hope and how Hope swallowed, cut to 8 years of hell. Courage to Change, jeez people, that’s the exact same load of malarkey that Clinton said back in his campaign in 92…did I just use the word malarkey in a sentence? Note to self.

"He just seems like an honest person. And I really feel like that’s what we need right now" - Ludacris

He just ‘seems’ Luda? Are we basing the direction of our country on ‘seems’. Yeah, lotsa girls I date ‘seem’ normal at first. I’m sure the cinematic flop Space Chimps ‘seemed’ like a good idea at the time. It definitely ‘seemed’ like Brett Favre was fully retired didn’t it? Oy vey Mr. Crunkman.

Last but not least…

The Kennedys put out a message of hope and John Kennedy was able to bring the country together, I have a feeling Obama might be able to do that as well” – Bob Weir

That is it! I have had enough of this yammering that Obama in some way represents JFK or is somehow a new and improved version of JFK. That is like saying Ready For the World’s ‘Oh Sheila’ was a better and improved version of any Prince song. This is such an insult to one of the greatest men this country ever experienced and it needs to stop immediately. Thinking the thought of Obama in conjunction with JFK should send the Catholics to the Confessionals.

If anything, the only similarities between the two will be the attempt on Obama’s life as a black president. Yet while Obama’s detractors will hinge solely on his skin tone JFK’s murder by the power structure of this country and globe was due to his heroic stance of daring to break America free from the entanglements and deceit brought on by the Federal Reserve and its international cartel of bankers that have owned this country for the past 95 years.

Executive Order 11110 signed by JFK on June 4 of 1963 actually stripped the Reserve of its power and allowed our Government to issue Silver Certificates circumventing the Reserve’s illusory worthless notes that are paralyzing our country to this day. 4.3 billion dollars of real currency backed by real money went into circulation during the final months of JFK. This threatened the Reserve and its fat cats who were ravenously feeding off of the American people with their fiat currency backed by nothing but faith and illusion. Five months later Kennedy was murdered as a warning to anyone who was silly enough to challenge their rule. Since then six trillion dollars of debt has amounted on this country and is the real reason why our economy and dollar are sinking faster than Paris Hilton’s knees after 2 am.

You can talk all you want about race and moral ca ca, as far as I’m concerned that is a cultural issue and not a political one. If we had a real economy backed by real money that brought true prosperity to all people then race and all that hoo-ha would take a back seat to a lot of ills. Kennedy was all about removing the profit centers of war and a rocketing rate of interest created by a Private Bank, had he lived to see his vision through we’d be living in a much different world.

Kennedy was also brave enough to stand up in resistance to the war in Vietnam and to see the role of this country as a society that leads by example rather than by force alone:

“We must reject oversimplified theories of international life — the theory that American power is unlimited, or that the American mission is to remake the world in the American image. We must seize the vision of a free and diverse world — and shape our policies to speed progress toward a more flexible world order." - JFK

If you want a comparison to Kennedy then Dr. Ron Paul has done nothing but speak of ending the Federal Reserve and bringing our troops home from all over the world, not just from Iraq. So invoking the holy initials of Kennedy is really only appropriate with him and not Bama Slamma.

Obama may be charismatic and intelligent but visionary and courageous…once again in in my best Chris Rock voice, “Uhhh, slow down”.

This country does not need hope and superficial ideals. The general populace has become a big fat lazy stupid broke diseased half-breed sitting on a couch sizzling their peptides while slurping up the latest slop from Reality TV Land. They don’t need a speech on hope and race, they need to be kicked out the house and put on a treadmill. Hope, American Dream, whatever, put that nonsense to bed and that’s where it truly belongs because the people of this country have been asleep for too long ‘dreaming’ and ‘hoping’.

The systematic overthrow of the middle class along with the disintegration of the Super Power status of this nation through blind imperialism, a glut of free trade agreements and a Machiavellian Diplomacy is gnawing a hole through what made this country great and this ninny you are resting your hope and optimism on will not put out once you get him undressed and elected. Expect more of the same BS, you are changing the symbolic face plate of this country’s cellphone from one old coot to one slick sable neon doo-wah-diddy, it is a change of screen saver, a new pair of shoes, but the machinery which makes this nation go and is bleeding it dry from within is going nowhere.

I daresay Mr. Obama would even think about standing up to this beast or would consider eliminating the CIA as JFK was on his way to doing. Make no mistake, Obama is a company man, an adept politico who by his continued subservience to the elite is positioning himself for a seat of power. While his speeches may overflow with poetic sincerity and vision his actions are on the opposite side of the spectrum.

On his new album rapper Nas calls Obama a “new, improved JFK”, that would be a true statement if you replaced all the banging JFK did with hot chicks in the Whitehouse with all the metaphorical banging Obama will be doing with everyone’s poop chute while in office.

If you want to get an idea as to how Obama will be communicating wit his constituency once elected you need look no further than his recent stance on the FISA bill. This legislation that was just approved granted complete legal immunity to the telecommunications companies that had cooperated and will continue to cooperate with our government’s current program of wiretapping and eavesdropping on your calls and e-mails without the need for a warrant.

Many of Obama’s supporters were up in arms when they found out that he supported this bill and even went so far as to mobilize large numbers of Obama heads to make their feelings known through his campaign’s website.

Obama’s reaction?

“Some of you may decide that my FISA position is a deal breaker. That's OK. But I think it is worth pointing out that our agreement on the vast majority of issues that matter outweighs the differences we may have.” – Barack Ospyonya

Ouch. Yeah, good to hear from you but piss off. Your privacy and your freedom doesn’t matter to me but Jigga just endorsed me! That matters so much more!

Know this my beautiful friends, a vote for Obama means a vote for:

  1. More War
  2. Socialism
  3. Higher Taxes including bogus Warming Carbon Taxes
  4. Warrantless wiretaps and searches
  5. North American Union/Dissolution of American Sovereignty
  6. More sickness, less health
  7. More jobs exported overseas placating Wall Street fat cats

Yeah, you get a good lookin’ brotha but if you’re looking for a fairytale then pop in ‘The Princess Bride’ on your DVD player instead. We are witnessing the destruction of everything that makes this country one of the greatest experiments in the history of this planet. They needed a unique distraction to lull you to sleep while this was going on; they have found the perfect foil.

I suppose it won’t be all that bad especially with Oprah as Secretary of Education. Getting mandated book-reads will be one of the least intrusive tentacles of the Government; I’ve never actually read a Toni Morrison book so being forced to read one is not as awful as it sounds.

If anything we must be galvanized by the fact that the people truly affected the outcome of this Presidential Election for the first time in decades. The elite wanted nothing more than for Hilary to be crowned in November while defeating fear monger Giuliani in a landslide. Thanks to people actually caring about the direction of this country they have spoken up and rejected the old guard in favor of what they believe to be the fix needed for our redemption. On the left, Hilary was replaced by Obama and on the right Rudy Ghouliani was replaced by McCain thanks to the Ron Paul Revolution obliterating his campaign with sense.

I understand the landmark implications of having Obama become our president but perhaps we should heed the words of one of the greatest Black leaders that there ever was before we get too excited about him. Shouldn’t we judge people "not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character"?

Whether it’s the smooth brother, the crippled songbird or the chick with the strap-on all of these compromised candidates are fittin’ to bend you over one way or another. McCain wants to pound away at you while calling you ‘My Friend’ every couple of minutes while Obama’s got the candles, aromatherapy and the Quiet Storm on in the background; whatever rigged electronic voting machine you cast your deleted vote on in November…you’re gonna get screwed.

McCain or Obama, it doesn’t matter.

"There really is no choice there, they all belong to the same group, they are beholden to the military industrial complex and the medical industry, the media industry, the whole works, the banking industry. The rhetoric is different but they're all after power and there is not going to be a lot of difference." – Ron Paul

You argue that Obama is the most palatable alternative to John McCain. I cue up the scene from ‘Meatballs’ where Bill Murray is exhorting Camp Northstar to rise up against the rich kids from Camp Mohawk. Take it away Bill:

It just doesn’t matter! It just doesn’t matter!

Everybody say it now! On to the egg tossing contest!

What does matter is that we stay vigilant, continue to speak up and stay informed. Now is not the time to fall back to sleep because you think that you’ve achieved something with the coronation of Obama. We must Restore the Republic! The financial system is collapsing, let it I say, it is an illusion! Money printed out of thin air by an International Cartel of bankers who have no allegiance to this country…It’s time for y’all to go!

"You are a den of vipers. I intend to rout you out and by the Eternal God I will rout you out. If the people only understood the rank injustice of our money and banking system, there would be a revolution before morning." --Andrew Jackson,

"If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currency, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their property until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered” – Thomas Jefferson

How prescient of Tommy because that’s what’s happening now, people are losing their homes by the second due to a system that built itself around dependence, greed, fear, control and fantasy. Sounds like a Dominatrix to me. Well, hope you like your S&M served up raw with a splash of ‘Gimme that back!’

Do I think that Obama’s a shoe-in to win in November? I say he’s at around 95% right now. If, God forbid, they make Hilary his VP, it’s beyond 100% and I’ll start looking into how I can place my money on that bet in Vegas.

Phew!

Did I miss anything? I’ll probably remember something once I hit send on this but I’m letting it go. I hereby release all attachments to this information and vow to focus on the unlimited flow of creativity, light and downright funky humor that is beckoning me at the shore of my prolific self. Let it flow GOD, I’m ready for it.

So there ya have it!

That wasn’t so bad was it? I feel a trillion pounds of useless dollar bills lighter now that this is off my chest; nothing but beautiful curly Israeli chest hair as far as I can see.

Look, if you want a final reminder of what to think about Obama whenever you see or read about him then use this. It’s from a song written by the one and only James Brown.

Yo Soul Brotha #1, whaddya think about this Obama cat?

You’re Like a Dull Knife, You Just Ain’t Cuttin’
Talkin Loud…
And Saying Nothin…
And Saying Nothin!