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Tuesday, November 30th, 2010


comforted by taxpayer funded private incinerators

Chipmunx


Usurious bank-sharks have been mainlining loans to profligate Americans without fear of their default. Because of a deistic faith in mass consumerism, there is an adamant trust of a never ending supply of nascent consumer offspring reproduced at the poverty level for fellating the egregious usurer into purging more cash. When the debt collector arrives apace for his tranches, the debtor's parlance is spoken with a studious shrift denying any maladroit boondoggle. Unbeknownst to both actors, global megabank oligopolies have colluded with malfeasant politicians to subvert humanity grievously into foisted servitude. This ersatz cadre were voted to represent the citizenry's weal, but these politicians only deserve emblematic pillories and paltry sustenance. Without being exculpated, conniving politician’s impugnable cogency is on trial. Until they are fully adjudicated from espousing the sanguinary conflagration of humanity and environment, they must remain pilloried. To protect society from their further callous vilification, internecine partisanship, peevish scantness, their hideous actions must be monitored repetitiously. Left alone to deregulate and dismantle America, the taxpayers once again will have to resuscitate megabanks from endless debacles for fear of eviscerating humanity into imperturbable pauperdom.

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Tuesday, September 14th, 2010



Free Sample: delivery of death

Chipmunx - 2010, July


Free samples! Who could resist the temptation to receive a beverage or snack for free. The unemployed in America during the Great Recession had been so beaten down that a free sample was tantamount to receiving a handout from God. Therefore, any suspicion of malice or malfeasance would not enter into their minds. True, many did not trust the government, but here they lined up month after month for at least two years to receive money from the government. And at the same time, on the same day, were nicely dressed young white boys and girls, who were very Aryan and Christian giving samples of a new product to the unemployed and hungry. Why the simultaneous distribution of these free samples by blond hair and blue eyed young adults? To reduce the suspicion of these free samples being nothing more than a free sample, the distributors had to be translucent in their embodiment. African-Americans with black skin pigmentation, dressed up in urban hip-hop clothing speaking a prison dialect would meet resistance. Poorly dressed, dirty migrant Hispanics who entered America illegally who could not answer questions in English would also be unable to disguise the truth of these free samples. And Muslims from Saudi Arabia would after the fact create a suspicion of a terrorist plot. However, these young white adults recruited in their Sunday schools by church pastors to serve their community by volunteering to give out free samples of a  product made by God's people would veil the secret mission behind the entire project 19. Church leaders did not know either. Boxes of a product were arriving and were to be distributed according to the instructions. The synchronization had to be precise as well. The locations were already plotted. Even the local police were informed because a white truck cannot just arrive in a school parking lot and give out free samples of drinks or snacks for this very reason. This could be an attempt by a lunatic to execute by a mass poisoning. Yet a church group feeding the homeless, hungry, and unemployed in the name of God is less suspicious. And the product had already been tested on prisoners. About twelve prisons owned by the private prison industry, the Corrections Corporation of America, the CCA is publicly traded on the New York Stock Exchange, is in the industry of punishment for sale. They charge tax payers about $300 a day for each prisoner. The Criminal Justice System was unaware of any experiments being conducted on prisoners.

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Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

 

Benders

James Beach

 

BELIEVING in words as a profession is a tricky biz; the eminence of words being not what society currently believes in, but their origins being what’s significant and needs to be looked at as the vox populi continues to achieve clout alongside the lower and less-educated classes rising in the media and drowning out the academics/learned/studied. Specifically, paying attention to—giving or bestowing concentration upon—the haphazard-seeming adages and slogans and colloquialisms being bandied about by the general population, without a thought or consideration given to the origins and precise meanings of what is being said, is of utmost importance as SpellCheck and its accompanying grammar guides help an  aspiring writer to, ostensibly, get a leg up on—to achieve a stage of a journey/course beyond that of a writer using pad and paper rather than the electronic version being “helped”—the competition. Linguistics being the academic umbrella term for all of this heady investigation of where and why a word exists, what its purpose is, where it came from and where it’s at at present. Essentially, it’s the delving into the nature and structure of words.

The complexity may not at first be evident. Yet humans often learn by example, so here is one example that most everyone is aware of: The word “bender,” as in: He went on a bender over the weekend. This concept, about a man losing himself in an alcohol-laced reconfiguration of reality, is hundreds of years old. Men have done this, gone and lost themselves—as in, forgetting who they are while sober—for so long and so frequently that it’s a given in society that some men will continue with this behavior, even if the behavior is socially “unacceptable” and labeled as sick/deviant/harmful. Drinking for days on end is as part of the male substructure as is traversing miles of terrain in the search for food, and the need to become strong in order to defend one’s home or territory or mate or child(ren). And please note that this is and occasionally will digress into, touch upon, the realms of sociology and anatomy and genetics, as well as religion/morality and The Law as it’s currentlt known and adhered to... Psychology, too, is a tandem component of linguistics, as it’s a cerebral endeavor, to decipher the origins of words.

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Tuesday, May 18th, 2010


Bible Budgets

Joel Mitchell


Public budgets in the United States of America are decided using religious convictions. Bible budgets appropriate taxpayer monies to perpetuate religious based programs and services. Recently some expenditures included earmarks for projects related to AIDS and the environment to satisfy interest groups composed of homosexuals, nonwhites, and “dirty hippies.” Appeasing a few marginal demands, is a small expense compared with the $2.8 billion annual “No-Bid” contract given to KBR to keep Muslims in Iraq under America's Christian control.
           
Legislators deciding how to spend taxpayer dollars have to satisfy their closest constituents first. Constituents are those special interest groups that donate money to legislator's campaigns. Moreover, the largest taxpayers in a community also have the power to influence budget decisions through lobbying. When hedonistic homosexuals in some urban America cities such as Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York City were dying of AIDS, the homophobic heterosexual legislators did not immediately appropriate funding for research, education, and prevention. From the bible budget perspective, homosexuality is promiscuously sinful behavior that does not result in procreation. Gay men were making a choice with their abominable behavior that went against the religious beliefs of legislators making budget decisions. To stop a horrifying public emergency, $30 million taxpayer dollars were eventually appropriated to fund health related programs and services like sex education (Waxman and Green 2009).

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‘The Clown Picture’: An Analytic Fragment of a Childhood Phobia

Patrick Wright


Fig. 1, “The clown picture” (otherwise untitled),
artist initials F.I.,
date unknown, 32.5 x 25cm.

I.

Among the debris of childhood is my notorious “clown picture”: the object of an arc-haic coulrophobia. My example isn’t famous; it isn’t not borrowed from the back-cat-alogue of the history of art where uncanny images are ubiquitous, from the nineteenth century on especially; nor is it publically accessible, stored, as it is, in the upper com-partment of my wardrobe. Though it is, indisputably for me, replete with meaning.  

This article can be understood as a partial self-analysis: what I want to present is tantamount to an analytic fragment, using myself or psyche as a case history, and in so doing, understand a little better the whys and wherefores of acute infantile anxiety. I wish at the same time though to explore, in a more universal sense, the things (I will resist for now calling them “objects”) that haunt childhood as phobias, and often lie at the origin of perennial adult fascinations. I am aware that such an approach may upset those who insist on scholarly reserve, or like to privilege the political and the historic-al over the personal and the sensate. Such an approach is necessary, though, if the ori-gin story of why certain images become totems or fetishes, or even why we choose to study the visual domain at all, is to be explained. Indeed, I suspect it may not be coin-cidental that I’ve been led to study modern art, particularly the grotesque element: the work of George Grosz, for instance, whose maimed and dismembered figures evoke a most devastatingly archaic past precedent: my clown, his influence stretching through a lifetime; a trauma returning, processed by way of the decoy of “academic research.” 

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Tuesday, February 22nd, 2010


Everything Splinters


Craig Woods

 

I caught my breath in the desert heat. A sickly breeze stirred tumbleweeds and whistled plaintive melodies through the myriad wounds which peppered this palace of rust. The rollercoaster track had come to a halt among the faded fairground cadavers, its inert carriages bunched up like the prone segments of a dead caterpillar. Around us the ancient carousels and soulless merry-go-rounds, empty stalls and driverless dodgems festered in moribund stasis, the angles and contours of each vacant machine coalescing into a timeless geometry. Against an equally rusted sky the Big Wheel loomed like a colossal steel spider web. Here and there the edge of a gondola twitched slightly in the humid draught, miniscule movements which coaxed desperate moans of mechanical misery from the corroded joints. My limbo waited eagerly for an end to all this… 

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