Keeper of the Clown Bell

I love to read Caitlin Johnstone over at Medium because, aside from being a commie, she is right about almost everything and a prolific writer. So when Geo. W. Bush bragged about his call "to launch a wholly unjustified and brutal invasion of Iraq" during a speech at his presidential center in Dallas I just had to go read her assessment of the moment . She didn't disappoint, claiming that Bush's Freudian slip/confession is "the single best thing that has ever happened" (W"s malapropism), sweet Caitlin goes for the Adam's apple: The bullshit doesn’t get any more brightly illuminated than this, folks. All that spin and narrative management they’ve been pouring into the US proxy war in Ukraine, and Bush undoes it all with the Bushism to end all Bushisms. The girl's got a point. Bush wasn't even supposed to be talking about Iraq - he was talking about Putin and his "wholly unjustified and brutal invasion of Ukraine." Those are the wo

  Creature It is no secret that I hold the music of  Charles Thompson IV – aka Frank Black, aka Black Francis, the lead singer of Pixies - to be some of the greatest rock & roll ever made and I can listen to any of his recordings at any time for an indefinite duration. I’m a ultra-Black fanatic, to use the  contemporary  parlance, and pledge unconditional dedication to this man's inscrutable musical message. He’s my favorite pop musician which is to say that I’ve spent more time listening to him (especially the Frank Black records 1993-2006) than any other musical artist including long time favorites Pete Townshend (1964-1978), Lowell George,  Kramer (and ALL Shimmy-Disc), Elliot Smith and Doug Martsch of Built to Spill who composed the soundtrack of my life. Almost 3 decades ago Mr. Black wrote a tune titled " The Creature Crawling " that was put on his " The Cult Of Ray " album and the song has stuck with me for reasons which I will now explain.  The creat

"Proof" You're minding your business on West Pico Blvd. when some zonked beyond belief broad staggers into your shop, makes a mad dash to the water closet and pukes all over the toilet. The Agent Smith's in her security detail position themselves at the bathroom door and stand guard while the First Daughter-In-Law cleans the vomit off her face and arms. After giving you the nod to keep your mouth shut and clean up the mess these watchmen escort this unaccountable twist out the backdoor and into the society from whence she came. I'm not making this up - it just happened last night for real and I've got photographic proof of the aftermath (not that I needed any) for all you "show me the proof", "I haven't seen any evidence", "it's probably Russian disinformation" ass-holes who NEED "proof" for every obvious thing that ever happens in this life. You might be one of those people and if you are I'm glad you stumbl