---- YEP

---- BIG TROUBLE IN THE ATL; How do people have to fuck up so, so badly?

---- Scofflaw ALERT!!!! Seems the ever critical Ms. Ann is not so discerning when it comes to herself.

---- COUNTRY CLUB CALL GIRL UPDATE; Look out johns!!!!

---- SAY IT AIN'T SO; The indefectible National Inquire reports dear sweet child of the night Lindsay is already showing signs of wear and tear.

Surge. Surge my ass. I am so very sick and tired of being taken for a fool. Call it what it is. A desperate, dangerous escalation of war that will accomplish nothing but killing more of our best, bravest and brightest. As a nation we have been put in an untenable, unavoidable, prolonged ass rape. Our place in history has been forever altered and things will continue to change for the worst. This plight upon us has occurred at the very most unfortunate time. Emerging powers will pass us by and we will be dictated to more and more overtly in the coming decades. Future generations will never know the respect and admiration of ours.

---- RIGHT IDEA, WRONG WAY. Now LA is looking in to banning trans-fat. I really hate the idea of bans. How can we expect people to take more personal responsibility for their actions while the government keeps stepping in and telling us what we can and cannot do. It's a contradiction. If you live off trans-fat and get fat, morbidly obese, and you get sick, don't blame Mickey D's, or the King, or the Hut. If people allow their lives to be turned over to the government little by little nothing good will come of it. I have always been of the mind that this is not a country of victims as it sometimes sounds lately.

---- MOUNTAIN PROPERTY FOR SALE. Great location. Interesting history. Think of the possibilities for fetish film production. $78 million is not that much to a lot of people. I don't know any of them but they are out there and some can be quite kinky. That I do know.

---- LIKE A SLOW MOTION TRAIN WRECK. I have to start with the disclaimer; I am no fan of Trump. Lately though his acume at playing Rosie like a big fat double bass has set my spirit singing. And now to bring Baba into the fray. Well, it's cosmic balancing at it finest. Rarely have three people who deserve each other so richly been brought together so perfectly.

---- TRUE COLORS. That scum sucking, bottom feeding pimp Simon Cowell has finally let the extent of his ignorance show.

GOOD, BETTER, NOT SO MUCH

---- THE GOOD. I was way out in front when it came to seeing through her selfless facade and pegging her as a slave to the limelight. But now that it seems to be a national sport to bash her sartorial ways I'm fully in her corner.

---- THE WAY GOOD. When its good it sounds like it.

---- THE NOT SO MUCH. Please, a little common consideration. This is what web cams are for.

Lights, camera, call girl

---- The intrepid DA of Gwinnet County, GA is saying that this week there will be more arrests in the Country Club Call Girl case. Now will they be clients or will they be soley the women? Ladies and gentlemen of the potential jury, I ask you, does she look like a criminal?

---- Here we go. Another opportunity for those who don't know to blah, blah, blah on and on about something they don't know anything about. So before things get out of hand read. December 11 announcement. Sundance Fim Fesitval.

Few have seen the film but that won't stop them from shooting their goddamn mouths off.

Oooops!!!!!

--- Having it both ways can be fun in bed but when the government tries to bend the public over without even a kiss to cover up the misdeeds of a few in power...... well, that cat don't nap.

--- Right Idea, wrong execution. What insight do the tapes have to offer. The truth mayhap?

--- Oooops. The alien craft appeared one ordinary day. Huge beyond words they blotted out the sky and cast a shadow that was death. They spued water. Water of all things, water. Hot, scorching and heavy. We were doomed without hope. Our Bad.

Big Games

E-A-G-L-E-S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where's the Little Black Hard Drive?

Been following this prostitution bust out of Atlanta. High end op, run out of huge million dollar house in a golf neighborhood. Prices ranged from $500 dollars to $10,000 for a weekend. Classy and by all accounts fairly low key. Now the DA says he's going to go after the clients as well as the women. ....................... to quote the AP story; The brothel's customers included doctors, lawyers and businessmen, and they, too, could face charges, the district attorney said, in a warning that could make men jittery across Atlanta and beyond................. Right. Let's do some quick math. High end brothel in a large, metropolitan corporate city with a full quiver of professional sports teams and cutting edge technology, teaching, medical and research facilities. By and large, in other words, it could be said Atlanta is a little more white collar and academic than the norm. It will be very interesting to see how this plays out. It is easy to imagine private phone lines, you know the ones, the numbers that are to be called only in case of emergency?, have been ringing all weekend.

This latest episode serves, once again, to shine the bright light of objective scrutiny on this country's schizoid attitude towards all things sex. Prostitution in particular. Prostitution is part and parcel of this society. The millions of dollars spent and the demographic cross section of its patrons indicate an example of a thriving industry. The country, our society hums along quite happily until it becomes common knowledge. Then all of a sudden it is a disgrace. Shocking! Shocking that this kind of thing goes on. The shame, the recriminations, the guilt. All so unnecessary.

This is good to see

but tell me someting I don't know. This was in the New York Times on December 31

It is Awards season again.......... good luck to everyone

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Could we please, as a civilized, empathetic people, please stop the harassing and haranguing of the misunderstood among us? Thin (more or less), rich, and forever under our purview, Brit, Lindsay, Paris, et al, are surely deserving of better from us groundlings. We need those on a pedestal if for no other reason than to get a better view. Really, the aversion to underwear should be more than enough of a reason to endear them to us one and all. They accept themselves for who they are, why can't we? After all there is true evil walking amongst us this very minute.

Something’s, thankfully, don’t change. God is still talking to Pat Robertson (God knows why). Whew, in a world where good old fashion communication can be non-existent Pat and God are have a wide open pipeline. God tells Pat that there’s going to be “mass killing” sometime near the end of the year. Why God isn’t going to do anything to stop this he didn’t say. Pretty safe to say that this head’s up will not be forgotten. Nobody is going to be surprised if it doesn’t play out. If Pat’s past divinely gleaned prognostications are any guide- God is a lousy guesser.

High Noon

There is a new sheriff on the hill. She doesn’t have all the time in the world. After all our new good friends have precious little time to prove themselves and they better be right smart about it. First the busy work. Get some of the easy, no brainer things out of the way. She is, hopefully, really pissed and not in too much of a Kumbaya kind of fucking mood. Tight well run oversight and cutting, incisive investigation will get the job done just fucking fine.

This is a good example of what is wrong with the thinking of some of the tight ass’s in DC. The mouthy, ignorant, self important bigot VA Republican Virgil Goode, is raising all kinds of hell about the determent of a duly elected Congressman, Keith Ellison- MN, the first Muslim to be elected to Congress, using a Quran to be ceremonially sworn and saying that unless immigration is tightened “many more Muslims will be elected” and follow Ellison’s example. The ironic part? Ellison is using a Quran once owned by Thomas Jefferson. Clearly indicating that one of the great founders of this country outshines, over 200 years later, the dim mindedness of some of the elected people in Washington.

A new year. It really is as good as time as any to take a run at this again. It's not that I don't have anything to say. I do, I do. Maybe too much goes on. You know, information overload. ‘06 was a nearly off the fucking rails as anything I can remember in my time on this earth in this life. And as 07 begins the bloated, swollen corpses of the misdeeds perpetrated over the last five and a quarter years have begun floating to the surface of our collective awareness. This, I believe, will continue. Civil and personal liberties, bound, gagged and tossed into what was ignorantly thought of as a deep dark hole will break free of those bonds and kick out the doors they've been locked behind and regain the bright light of day.

ALL SHOW, NO BLOW

Now that he has past through our life, safely and soundly bye and bye I can speak without risking any feeling of better thee than me. And I’m not, I swear this time, not going to show any feigned disappointed bravado. People like me who know and appreciate the blows that boil then coil on the sea know we stand astride a grey line between relishing the whip of the wind and the sting of the rain and punch of the ocean as only as it is propelled and inflected by a force of nature and hoping a bit too much for potential of loss and harm. That is, though, part of the bargain. Ultimately it is out of our meager control. Humans are notoriously egocentric and are compulsive about needing to control and apply order to all things. Embracing the undeniable is liberating.

What is there about the night? With the hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, weather keeping my close to home and water during the daylight I’ve been taking my bike rides at night. Have I told you there’s still idyllic places in this world? Night time is such a place. When I go ride through the night next to the sea every minute is a little different from the before and the one after. One minute I’m peddling through the bright lights of downtown. Music spilling out from the bars. People feeling veiled in darkness with the warm feeling of rum and lust running through them jabber and laugh. The next minute around the corner and down the street homebodies framed in a golden glow glimpsed through uncurtained windows. Making me small pictures of their lives. What is it about the night?

I’m not gonna go too, too crazy on this space with my plants and bugs and such like that but you have to check this shit out. I love the fact that there is such life all around us. So varied and different from each other. The colors alone can amaze and how fantastic is it that so many different creatures survive and thrive with differences like, oh, the number of legs they have. Too, too cool

How Does My Garden Grow?

How cool is this. I got a very nice potting bench to make all my garden growing much, much easier. Since moving to the sexy sultry South I have enjoyed little more than getting down and dirty in my garden. My home is becoming mine more and more each and every day. Oh yeah I got a new hair cut too.

The Weekend That Wasn't?

The best laid plans, right?

Look What The Storm Blew In

Poor little kiity and its sibling took shelter from the storm inside underneath a pick up truck. That was the bad luck. The good luck was they fell off the truck righ in front of my home. Safe and sound they're reunited with their people.

You Like My Tomatos?

Ripe and Yummy, That's Me, Yep