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The Who-Ya-Gonna-Kill-Next Lottery tickets on sale at your Army Recruiter

Hi readers.  Back in the summer of 1961 the Rooskies were building the Berlin Wall and naturally we were all scared shitless they’d be wanting France or Britain next.  Because we were all dumber than cluckshit and we believed what the US government told us.

Anyway, July 1961, I was feeling patriotic as hell, wanted to kill me some young Russian guys.  Maybe shoot them, blow their damned brains from hell to breakfast.  Or maybe stab them with a bayonet close up, personal and bloody.  So I joined the US Army figuring they were the only branch of the service that actually rubbed up against Rooskies.

Damned Navy guys just floated around safely out in the ocean in ships loaded up with guns and munitions, never get a shot at a single Rooskie, most likely.  And the Air Force guys trained with .22 caliber rifles.  Jeeze.  Whoooo wants to shoot a damned Russian kid with a .22?  Stupid damned Air Force guys didn’t even march around carrying full field packs.

And the US Marines sounded okay, but how the hell would a Marine get all the way over to where there were Rooskies to be killed?  Ivan was going to be trying to hide behind that Berlin Wall.  Getting at him would be a job for good old American dogfaces, climbing over that wall and charging into machine guns aimed by Rooskie kids.  The best a Marine could hope for was maybe getting a chance to kill a Chinaman.

Whell hayuls bayuls!  I spent three years, went through the Cuban Missile Crisis, sea cruised to Japan and Korea and back, and never got to kill nobody, and especially not some Rooskie teenager with a bayonet nor hand grenade.

So I came home and the Vietnam War geared up, and I got out.  The guys who went in just after I did ended up killing all manner of brown people who didn’t need killing, but no damned Rooskies.  Nor Chinamen, either.

Later on guys volunteered to go kill brown people in wossname, Kuwait, Iraq, and that other place over there, Africanistan?  Something along those lines, anyway.  But the Rooskies had donealready pulled all their teenagers back inside their boundaries and good American boys couldn’t get at them.

But there’s still hope.  Some damned warlord over there is making a nuisance of himself and threatening to send some teenagers off to get their asses blown away, and the guy, wossname, in the White House is making noises suggesting he might lie claiming those Rooskie kids need killing.

He ought to have a belly full of killing brown people by now.  Rooskie white kids would be a refreshing change.  And meanwhile there’s that hodgepodge thing going on over in Western Iraq and Syria where the sky’s the limit.  Hells bells, just kill anythng that moves and you’ll hit someone who hates our guts.  Because we’ve probably blown the legs off their relatives one-time-or-another.

As a backup plan, if our boys run out of people to drop explosives on, there’s always white people living in Israel, but they’re harder targets, hiding in colonies over in Palestine.
Old Jules

 

 

 

Someone needs to tell the wife of that ex-US President to hush the hell up

Now the damned woman’s saying this guy in the What House should be showing leadership.  Jaysus H. Cheeeerist!  Leadership is the last thing we need in the What House.  Leadership manifested in the human form of a series of What House residents is what got us into this mess.

Leadership, for that matter, is what the What House missus and her butch ladyfriend, Janet Reno, demonstrated when they lined up the US Army, the US Navy, the US Airforce, the FBI, the DWI, the AWOL and everyone else available and  burned  Mount Pleasant down around the ears of dozens of men, women and children Christians.  Texas Christians.  Texas Christians who were never accused of breaking any Federal statute.

No, leadership, now and for the remainder of the 21st Century, is forbidden to enter the US Office of President.  Especially if anyone aspiring to that office should be elected to it.

Henceforth US leadership needs to come more openly from Israel.  Which is where it’s been coming from all along, but now it needs to be open and aboveboard about it.

At which time the systematic occupation of the What House by women, women of Hispanic Origin, women of Asian Origin, women of Native American Origin, women of female Origin can begin and continue until all catagories and subcatatories of women have occupied the What House, redecorated it, given it some tasteful alterations, new drapes and re-upholstered all the furniture.

Old Jules

Hell, no wonder I can’t freaking breath! Damned hole in the ozone layer plugged up my nostrils.

This is actually good news. I thought something was going wrong with my health.

Old Jules

I took a leak beside Jesse Jackson

Hi readers.  New Orleans, maybe 1987, somewhere in there.  The year Jesse Jackson ran for Prez.  I was there for the American Public Health Association Convention and Jesse [I figure we're close enough now so's I can call him Jesse] was speaking at the next session.  But right now there was a General Assembly and all that dreary nap-taking I’d slipped away from.

So there I was, standing in front of a urinal in the New Orleans Convention Center and two giant black guys step up behind me, tell me I’ve got to get out-the-restroom.  I scowl and tell them I’ll be gone in a sec, but trying to speed the process wouldn’t help.

One of them touched my arm and I explained, while still occupied below, I wasn’t looking for sex.  I mentioned it because a lot of attendees at the APHA that year were definitely looking for sex in the restrooms.  They were giving away rubbers on the Exhibit Area booths and people were running back and forth from the rubber exhibits to the restroom stalls to try them out.

The black guy in a suit I’d just explained about not looking for sex to paused a moment and seemed to debate what to do next when Jesse Jackson stepped up, patted him, grinned at me, and told him, “It’s all right.  I got to piss!”

From that time until this I’ve always considered myself something of an expert on racial relations.

Anyway, I just want to say, I think Jesse would have stood up better under scrutiny if he’d stayed the hell out of Ferguson, him and Al Sharpton, both.

Everyone else who doesn’t live there, also.

Fact is, this is going to run the whole course, due process is going to see the light of day.  It’s too big and too widespread for anyone to sweep it under the carpet.

Due process.  Which is the best anyone can hope for.  Nobody knows precisely what happened, nobody’s seen all the evidence, and no good will come from any of us trying to second guess it now.  It is no longer our affair.

You, and Jesse Jackson, and I, and everyone else probably don’t need to be trying the almost certainly guilty-as-hell cop on the Internet.  A jury is going to do that.  Plenty of admissible evidence will come forward and some sort of justice will be done, one-way-or-the-other.  It’s how America works.

And if they turn him loose even under national scrutiny the folks in Ferguson can hunt him down and lynch him.  It’s how things have been done throughout American history whenever the law didn’t properly atone for the sins where racial matters are involved.

The tail end of due process, more-or-less.

Old Jules

Is Ferguson Missouri a Hoax??

Chimp-Out in Ferguson Missouri

New video from Ferguson Missouri shooting death of Michael Brown – LoneWolf Sager

New Ferguson Missouri Witness, Has Different Version! MVI 3163

Another WITNESS To Michael Brown SHOOTING Comes Forward; Video Shows GRAPHIC Scene!!

Witness Gives Chilling Details On The Execution Of Mike Brown

Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson Booed Off Stage in Ferguson Missouri

Niger Innis calls Sharpton, Jackson, and New Black Panthers ‘Racial Arsonists’

The dual-citizenship US/Israeli friend to So Far From Heaven

Perhaps you readers will find this anecdote interesting and edifying.  I certainly do.

So Far From Heaven blog has a reader and sometimes commenter who holds dual US/Israeli citizenship.  Not to suggest it’s unusual.  I might be the only US citizen alive who doesn’t hold dual Israeli citizenship.

But this So Far From Heaven reader is special.  Back during the Vietnam War, maybe 1966-67, he adopted Judaism and fled to Israel to avoid the draft.  Became a weaponry salesman for Israel, maybe to Israel, probably helping them furnish weapons for every drug lord in South America.

And a thoroughly interesting, admirably loyal [to Israel] US citizen. http://leanpower.wordpress.com/

Yeah, this guy was a sight to behold back in the day.  Running along the railroad tracks with a backpack full of rocks in training for the Israeli army when he arrived in Israel sometime hence.  He knew if he became an Israeli he’d have to be in the military, but Israel never loses anyone in their wars.

Tens of thousands of casualties in the armed forces the Israeli military attacks by surprise and defeats.  A few hundred Israeli casualties.  Fell off trucks or something, most likely, or accidentally shot themselves.

Look up the statistics on every Israel war if you don’t believe me.  Any one.  Take your pick.  Look at the Israeli casualty counts, and the body counts of the countries they attacked.  Including the USS Liberty.  No Israeli casualties on that surprise attack on a US warship lasting several hours.  Not one.

Obviously our Israeli/US citizen reader/draft-dodger knew that.  He picked a winner for a country he could ‘serve’ in complete safety.  And when it was all over he came back to the Good Old US of A to buy and sell big guns.

They’re everywhere.  Even here on So Far From Heaven.

Old Jules

Damned treadmill distractions

Hi readers.  I was on the treadmill down at the Olathe Community Center around 0530 this morning, walking to New Orleans, Fats Domino style when some guy in an orange jump suite completed the preliminaries to get his head chopped off.  Fairly unexpected thing on my end.  He explained his loss was a consequence of the US foreign policy in the Middle East.

But the guy in the black Ninja-like garb might have coerced him to say that.  Might have told him there were other body parts could be cut off in advance if it weren’t properly explained for viewers.  Afterward he offered up another guy in an orange jump suit and asserted he’d be next, depending on the activities of the US wossname, president in the White House.

Luckily the guy in the Ninja suit spoke with a British accent.  Gives the prez and all the lackeys an opportunity to send a drone to knock off someone we don’t like in the British Isles.  Maybe snag the British Museum and haul it off just to teach them a lesson.

But the fact is, the guy in the orange jumpsuit is probably not in a position to judge who’s at fault for his demise, unless it’s the Ninja.  Nobody ever said running around in pestholes full of poisonous human beings was going to be without some measure of risk.  Maybe it’s his own fault he was there, the orange jump suit guy.  If it was the fault of his government, I hope he had time to ask himself whether the fault existed back before the day he was kidnapped.  And if it did, was he aware of it.  And if he was cognizant of it, was it his own fault he didn’t beat feet out of harms way?  Or was it the fault of a government comprised of scum who aspire to run the United States?

I’m in a mood to say it was his own damned fault.  If he didn’t know it was a good place to get your head chopped off, he should have.

Same with all these damned US troops who reenlist after having gone over there already and seen it if they were too stupid to know before they enlisted the first time.  When one of them gets killed, hell, it ain’t as though he wasn’t asking for it.  Begging for it.

Too bad.  Maybe, though, it’s better in the long run.  The damned human gene pool doesn’t need any more stupidity than it’s already got, with a lion share in governments, pulpits, Pentagon-like places, and the Middle East.

Harmless stupidity takes place in safe environments.  Stupidity that gets people killed gets people killed.  Condolences to the kinfolks and hope you teach your other kids to use their heads instead of getting them chopped off.

Old Jules

Flea circus, Portales, New Mexico circa 1955

Flea Circus. Torps Flea Circus Tivoli Copenhagen 1956

Hi readers.  I’d just about decided my memory played tricks.  Two years in a row I remember  the carnival at the Roosevelt County Fair having a flea circus a kid could see for a dime.  Vivid memory because I somehow accidently went into the tent next door where a woman in a bathing suit who had no arms was typing on a typewriter with her toes.

But I’ve told a lot of people who grew up in Portales at that time about the flea circus and none remember it.  Most think I just dreamed it up, or remembered wrongly, which can happen.

Only the reason they thought so, and the reason I’d begun to thnk so, was that I came to believe no such thing as a flea circus ever existed outside imaginations.

The magic of YouTube doesn’t prove a flea market came to town with the carnival in Portales, New Mexico circa 1956, but it proves beyond doubt it might have.

Secrets of the Flea Circus

Secrets of the Real Flea Circus Revealed! National Geographic (Professor Oddnaught)

Genuine Flea Circus

No shortage of flea circuses were making the rounds those days.

So all you people who went to school beside me and don’t remember attending the flea circus I, think there wasn’t one, I say, “Horsefeathers!”  If you hadn’t been spending all your money on the steam shovels and cotton candy you’d have seen it too.  Playing bingo with pieces of corn on a checkerboard never got anyone into a tent where a woman with no arms in a bathing suit typed with her toes.

Old Jules