Mister Baby, Mister Shaggy, and Max Muppy wish you and everyone a happy-whatever’s-left-of-2020 and hopefully a happy and healthy and free-range 2021!
Wondering about your life path? LITERALLY?
I am at peace with peace but I am at war with war
This year has been unique in that I’ve had a lot of time for creative pursuits. Here’s a mashup of my song Bonnie on banjo, with a Drum and Bass track, mixed on my Pioneer DJ Controller.
I was inspired to make this music video in honor of Charlie the Karate Chimp. More info can be had about Charlie at: www.thekaratechimp.com
Oh yeah, I can give you facts and figures.
But all that really matters is feelings.
You’re a collection of nerve endings with a singular name
a shortcut to all that you really can handle
Walk down the street
will you recognize me
will you look me in the eye?
Or will it be more subtle?
The metamorphosis is ongoing
so is your image
of who I am
tear past the veil
wander out into the light
pick a direction
but focus on what feels right
guided by voices
in your heart
dance your dance
play your part
tell me your troubles and doubts
light me on fire with your vision
question (your own) authority
realize yourself, that’s your mission
Can you beat the odds?
What are the odds?
Or will you just break even?
Didn’t I remind you it was turning inside out
wasn’t it a foolish thing for us to not scream and shout
will you remember this day the rest of your waking life?
and can this all sustain and balance on the edge of the knife?
I got really pissed when I read that Troops in Iraq face pay cut / Pentagon says tough duty bonuses are budget-buster. And we’re talking $75 per person, per month increase in Danger Pay.
Our troops over there have it probably a lot worse than I did. I recall one thing very clearly: that we were severely underpaid.
Think about it, you’re getting shot at, and you are living in absolutely the worst possible conditions, which make any prison here look like Club Med. In prison, people at least get three meals a day, a place to sleep, a place to shit, and not shot at (usually, unless you’re in some commercialized prison/neo-plantation). I slept on a pile of duffel bags in the back of a 2.5 ton truck, when I got to actually sleep. Food was the dreaded MRE most of the time, punctuated by something they called “food” the cooks tried to entertain us with. Never mind the misery. Never mind the risk. While the friends of the _resident profit enormously on the war, our troops, and their families don’t even get a $75/month increase in Danger Pay. This is the same administration that called the War Protesters (the first people who said “Support Our Troops: bring them home!!!“) unpatriotic and treasonous.
YOU tell me who is treasonous!
YOU tell me who gives a damn for our troops!
YOU tell me who is looking out for this once great nation!!!
Oh, and if you’re looking for the sex in this entry, it was just a way for me to SEX UP the appeal of this journal.