Wonder Woman dropped by this afternoon.

She just had the new wings fitted.

We hung out we're all freaked pissed by the assorted shit.

We did some coke speed and pastrami heroes.

Said she needed some passport snaps.

We did a shoot then watched old movies.

Good pals are everything.

 

"...The pause that refreshes"

Ganja plants are showing up all over the place. 

Fire-escapes now Victory Gardens. 

It's legalization was anti-climactic. At least for me. 

It happened in the middle of so much chaos and mayhem.

 

It got lost in da deranged static. 

A century of prohibition. For all the wrong reasons. 

Perhaps now it'll return to being a medical aid.

As it was before we got all civilized.

 

 "...Dred Scott"

 

'Loving vs Virginia the first thing I thought of when Justice Thomas killed Roe v Wade. 'Loving' the decision that granted the right to have interracial marriages in this republic. It was illegal since the Constitutional Convention of 1787.

Justice Thomas's marriage is interracial.

Now he gloats over killing the right for women to control their own bodies. He ginned it up by threatening the overturn of Queer Marriage and the re-criminalizing of gay relationships. 

The first damned thing the political right did as soon as they had a Court Majority was to take rights away.

It's very clear that one political wing of government takes rights away the other expands them. As I just read: 'This is another 1857 Dred Scott Decision'. This which declared that Blacks were not citizens and thereby had no rights whatever.

As we were forced to 1861. You must now choose your side.

And may the Angels have mercy on this republic.

For now, we vote.

Stay Tuned.

 

"...Everybody is fucked"

Sez VP Harris: “This is the first time in the history of our nation that a constitutional right has been taken from the people of America," "This also threatens gay marriage interracial marriage."

*Well yeah, we could lose it all. Queer rights race stuff the works. There's the ongoing hammering at the Civil Rights Act. Which took exactly 100 years to pass. Before I kick da bucket, I fully expect to see that overturned.

I mean after all racism is over as all can plainly see.

So it's back to 1938 which is where half the country wants to go and where the other half don't care if we do. I didn't see any of this foul fucking shit on the Jetsons. This Nazi mayhem didn't even have a booth at the '64 Worlds' Fair about da future.

I know. As a young teen I went every weekend. Aw well, shit happens.

 

'...An Emotional Outburst'

I'm living in a batshit demented country of millions of folks gone barking at the fucking moon deranged. A mob willfully hateful superstitious deranged angry selfish greedy vengeful out to torment Women kill Queers Trans and anybody da Lawd tells them to!

… Enough!!!

This thing is a toxic dumpster fire from bleeping hell. We’re edging towards a 21st century American Kristallnacht. This with most looking the other way the way they did before. My reaction is terrified raging counter violent hysteria. Having Uncle Joe Biden and Ms. Harris as the only persons between us, and all that ain’t reassuring.

This calls for the likes Wonder Woman the Fantastic Fucking Four, and Moms Mably. Google her. Toss in Dr. Strange for laffs. That bunch and maybe da Joker teamed up might give us some kind of fighting chance. At least a holding action till we get our shit together to take to crap down! Of course I mean all this in a nice way.

 

"...Barsoom"

Now that I've had all four covid booster shots.

I'm packing up my bags and going the bleep back to Mars.

It's dusty, but there's no wars or plagues, and the root beer is good.

It's the little things.

 

 

"...pride"

Queerdom has morphed so far out of reality. As to be something entirely different than what we survivors from the Stonewall generation would know. It is a thing neither recognizable nor desired. They’ve built their own inflexible hostile hierarchy. It is in fact not Queer. It is a now nameless something else with dogmas and group think intimidations. Holy Mother Church looks on with admiration at its style if not substance.

"...9.mm"

 

A thread missive I posted on a good pal's page. He lives in Oklahoma gun country.

Once upon a time:

I live in Brooklyn where I suspect by our body count more people have guns than they do in Texas. Despite the notion...No New Yorkers are not unarmed Liberals. Okay we're Liberals but we're gunned up. We even drive cars and drink heavily. Often at the same time.

 

"...pastrami"

It's the first day of Summer. So I’m late for Father’s Day but this just occurred to me. When I get to Paradise… if they let me in on probation. When I stumble in there which looks like a mash of the ‘64 World’s Fair and Mall of America. I’ll look up my Dad. You can be any age you want so I’m 15 dad 38. A matching set. We’ll go to some Bodega have pastrami heroes, and root beer. Then go watch the Brooklyn Dodgers play in Heaven’s Ebbits Field. After we’ll hop into a ‘58 Buick hit the road, and look up Grandma, both of them and our dog ‘Brownie’. We’ll have laffs.

 

Always loved Vangelis.

This piece is swell. Full of the aura of films. 

The love for films when they were movies.

That is they were written to effect. 

Had style were cool.

Made fucking deranged entertaining sense.

And no one wore fucked up super hero shit or was 

trying to blow up the world. A bank maybe. 

But not the whole fucking planet. 

Love the lyrics at 10 min in:

Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolor, long ago

My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints

Stardom greats I've followed closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat

Longer that expected-they were great-

Oh love oh love just to see them

Acting on the silver screen, oh my

Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan

Fantasy would fill my life and I

Love fantasy so much

Did you see in the morning light

I really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light

And I was privileged to be as I am to this day

To be with you. To be with you

To be with you.

 

"...heartbeat"

A bit of bookkeeping from your esteemed editor. I looked at my stats, and Russia is still blocking my page. I assume for the hints of Queerness I post from time to time. My calling them war criminals likely didn't help. Um...them shots of blown up commie tanks didn't go over so swell either.

There seems to be about a 2000 or so individual views a month for all this stuff. Thanks for hanging out. Granted I'd have more readers if I handed this static out as leaflets on the subway. Never mind it's easier this way. Probably won't get shot at as much. 

You swell folks are old blog fans listeners from my radio days and my comrade radio worker pals. This along with folks from around this grand republic FB and several countries. 

Btw welcome to readers in Malta...all 14 of you.  

You're the first from there...I think.

Message to 'Z'. Sorry I ain't answered your comments. I missed a bunch for the last month or so. Go back to where PLW aka Hakim Bey passed and work ya way forward. Was busy with deranged affairs of state so was late in replying.

Otherwise as usual I can't post everything I'd like to as in da old days. I did decades of Queer comics that would get this joint nuked in a Times Square heartbeat. So you'll just have to make your own...sorry. Otherwise shit is just fucking peachy.

Stay tuned.

"...freely"

We’re a big country with many States at different levels of democracy. Some States are making voting very difficult for specific targeted groups. Difficult, but still possible. I say ‘possible’ because I’m old enough to recall voter suppression by law and literal gun point in Southern States.

We must never regress back to that.

Last week I received my Vote by Mail Ballot. This for the primary party elections for the November 2022 Congressional elections. I just took it to the post office drop box. I voted for the incompetent egomaniacs of my choice. Well, I voted Liberal Democrat which comes down to the same thing. Easy direct democracy.

Here I can freely vote because I live in a City and State governed by those that respect the Constitution and the rule of law. ...mostly. A Civil War followed by a century of struggle gave me the right to vote. This is why I take my enfranchisement as a life, and death matter. Vote.

 

"...dazed"

Since it's June here's something from my Queer daze. I was always presumed Queer…even by myself. That being so I was very much a John Addington Symonds fan in my youth. A once noted pacifist smarty pants. John Addington Symonds - Wikipedia This in my days as a Queer outlaw idealist. I had this romantic idea that all Queers were idealistic artists and pacifists.

Then I met the real homosexual community. This at the height of the gay male impersonal random sex era. The perfect vector for the AIDS Virus. I weep still. My Dyke pals weren't that stupid...mostly. Though yes, I did find like-minded souls that thought we could overcome cruelty with love. Much as J.A.S. did. As you may have noticed our revolution has not completely succeeded yet.

Still, it's a lovely idea and research continues.

Stay tuned.

 

“…Hope”

 

Today Sunday June 19th, 2022, is the 157th Juneteenth now a National Holiday. The below official flag representing 'Juneteenth' was created by Ben Haith, the founder of the National Juneteenth Celebration Foundation. Juneteenth…the freeing of the last American Slaves by the Union Army of the North is now a National Holiday. This passed by the United States Senate in June 2021.

We live in a country of slow but assured Hopes.

 

“…Bike Détente”

 

One looks for hope even where there was never any before. #45 expressed concern for President Biden when he took a bad fall off his bike. This from the BBC: Former President Donald Trump expressed sympathy for President Joe Biden after the 79 year old fell off his bike while riding in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.

“I hope he has recovered because, as you know, he fell off his bicycle today, No, I’m serious. I hope he’s okay. He fell off a bicycle. Trump then joked: "I make this pledge to you today: I will never ever ride a bicycle."

"But no, we do hope that Biden’s okay because that was a hard fall, that was scary. That was a hard. Did anybody see it? Well, we wish him well in that respect.”

President Biden fell off his bicycle on Saturday morning while riding near his home but quickly got up and said he was “good”.

*In such days as these ‘any’ expression of common humanity from ‘anyone’ matters.

 

 "...Joey"

I'm remembering “Joey”. He was a trans kid…boy to girl. 1961. Milk was delivered in bottles cars had fins the Twilight Zone wasn't even in re-runs yet and Good King John was on the Throne. Joey and I we were both 11. We all have history Women Queers Trans and all the identities. Even straight white people. Bigotry to anyone for any reason is poor mental health. Well, part of my family was in show business, so my folks had seen a wider world. My being a Queer kid wasn’t traumatic for them. …mostly. They knew since I was born. Consistently screwing up at math was another matter. 

So they didn’t call an exorcist when Joey and I did makeup in the garage. However, my Ma given those times always said ‘only do this in the house’…fearing for our safety. Joey’s family except for his sister gave him hell. Our house was his safe place. I loved my folks for that. 

Come to remember it the guys on the block didn't bother him much …he was just Joey. Kids I think have other concerns than ritual tribal hatreds. They some of them in time fall into it. However, in our early beginnings we’re innocent. Would we could all find our way back to that. 

Joey was a special soul. Sweet gentle kind brilliant. Born in the wrong era as so many. He took his life when he was in his 20's. The cruelty became too much. I wrote this so his story or part of it would be known. He lived walked this earth and gave only love.

 

It was Anne Frank's Birthday

I missed it due to affairs of state.

Sometimes you live the life of a saint and don't know it.

I think it's better that way. Makes it more sincere.

 

"...walk on water"

World Peace World Sanity Free Lunch Free Tuition Freedom from Fear, and all the other things that should just be the givens of an advanced society. Turns out it’s just a matter of Pixie Dust….and very Hard Work. …who knew?!

You can Fly! 

Back when they still taught you how to find your country on a map cars had fins TV was b&w, and Good King John was committing adultery with Marilyn Monroe. Back in the glorious times when comic books were .10 cents, and they gave you a free Coke with your hot dog at the movies. Anyone remember the free soda pop days at the kiddie matinees?

Back in them forever lost years of the former American Empire…I thought I could Fly. Made perfect sense. Every night we sat out either at the park or in our backyards to watch the new Satellites slowly sail over us. The night sky was familiar to us. Light pollution much less then. We knew the stars, and their arraignment as constellations. So we knew it when something new appeared…oh those magical ships of stars. 

We lived in an age of Miracles. 

It was within that former realm of magic I believed I could fly. I felt truly believed that I could perch on the window sill and…Leap!  I’d soar through the air make right angle turns and land atop the trees across the street. Then again into the stary night, and fly to my Aunt Sybil’s house to surprise her. As I sit here posting this mayhem as a cranky old guy I see my young self planning this great adventure. 

As it happened I never got the chance. 

My Dad had a company install storm windows, and screens. This just days before my planned ascension. So I was saved from breaking certain bones or getting air sickness. No matter. I think kids do fly, and perform any number of miracles. 

They fly appear disappear walk on water speak with Angels see Demons. However, they don’t tell. Never. I wouldn’t I didn’t. They’d never believe us. Peter Pan is right. Most forget or if remembered dismiss it all as dreams. But some like you and I remember. Like when I saw the sky was a different color than I’d been told or I could hear singing in the sky. This is just how kids exist. They see and do the miraculous.

Perhaps the Peter Pan myth is an echo of our lost adventures. Maybe there is a Never-land or any of the thousand names children have for their magic place. Maybe without knowing that’s what so many are trying to re-capture. Live your best dreams.

“…Totems”

Today is June 14th Flag Day. A day honoring our national and now state flags. The holiday commemorates the date in 1777 when the United States approved the design for its first national flag. Before this there were many variations. Above, I’m very partial to the 34 star 1863 U.S. flag. Under which during the Civil War the Emancipation Proclamation was signed. Also the new Juneteenth banner for the freeing of the last Slaves in the South.

We used to honor this holiday before the Vietnam era made our flag a symbol of contention. This as partisan groups claimed it as theirs and theirs alone…this continues. Flag Day like Memorial Day has changed. In the last 50 years one vanished the other became a consumer sale day.  

Locally here in NYC. The day honored not only the Stars and Stripes but also the many banners of our republic. As a child I remember seeing the flags of many nations hanging from the windows of homes and businesses. These honoring both our republic and the lands many came from. As we are many so we are one. E pluribus unum.

"...two guys and a train"

Had trouble sleeping what with the world ending again.

So I happened on this video of two guys that decided to build a locomotive...and did.

It gave me a smile as I watched them explain how they built it.

They then joyfully played with it. Such happy kindly spirits.

Please watch it's just a few minutes you'll love it.

Me I was going to build a submarine but can't swim so that was that.

 

Today is Toy Wash Day.

A clean toy is a loved toy.

A loved toy becomes real becomes immortal.

 

"...train cave"

Summer has airburst across the Emerald City. 

The famous NYC tropical heat has come. 

Temps not bad just around 80f/26c but the humidity adds tens degrees. 

As a kid I used to sleep through the heat in our basement…it was 20 degrees cooler. 

My dad smoothed the walls with plaster which insulated it. 

Then he built a vast model railroad layout down there. 

So I stayed in the train cave. All the kids on the block hung out too. 

My Hogwarts train was decades away but we had Lionel and Hornby. 

I loved my dad.

 

 

 

This from my nuked Queer blogs of some years ago.

Speaking of Gay Wedding cakes. I was out today and overheard a portion of a conversation. It was a third hand story as the lady was on the phone telling it to a friend. Seems she was just at a store, and a customer was making fun of gay guy on line…this is the Emerald City. We stand ‘on’ line not in one. Well, the owner of this shop laid into this guy…the bigot. Told him off good. The last person you want pissed at you is a Black woman…especially one from Jamaica. Which as I listened to the story she was. The lady on the phone gave it theatrics as she related the tale. This is why I love this town. Every street is theater. Said she, “…he didn’t pick out being gay no store he was born that way, and it’s how g-d wants him!” It went on, but you gets the drift. Just when I was fried by all the ugly in this world. I happen on this. I just ‘happen’ to be next to this lady relating 'this’ story. …which I needed to hear. This was a coincidence of course…there are no Angels we’re not all connected by a vast dark matter quantum spiritual internet,…naw no way.  Above Wonder Woman drops by to say ‘Hi,…sup?’

 

"...2020"

Congressional Dems taking a knee over the George Floyd murder by cops.

This was one of the most mocked and despised images of 2020.

This by half the population of this republic. Which said how far we'd yet have to go.

*Over the years I've posted of all sorts of stuff that I thought were culture changing events. I was always wrong. I might have been about my post below. Too soon to tell. The piece from June 8th, 2020, is about the worldwide reaction to the George Floyd murder by cops. A routine American lynching of just another darkie...who cares.

Turned out the whole damned world did.

At least it did for about six months then forgot. More variations of COVID followed by popular resistance to the vaccines. A tanking economy. Then a European World War kicked everything off the front pages.

...and here we are.

Like I sez it's still too soon to tell if any good will come from any of this. It's like that when you're in the middle of history happening in real time. One needs years to digest what the fuck happened and if it did any good. Me I'm having ice cream today...it's the little things. So ...Once upon a time:

Democrats in the United States Congress Take a Knee.

In observing the spontaneous outbursts against American racism, and local ethnic chauvinisms around the world. I am amazed. Though a friend just said don't be because it's a worldwide experience now.

Recent years have seen the rise of nationalist parties' movements, and governments #45 is just the local manifestation.

Many reasons for this.

New technologies obliterating whole modes of employment...replacing these with nothing. The rise of an interconnected world. Perceived threats to primal nationalisms real or imagined. These sparking hostile movements of hatred.

Simultaneous with that there was the good people of the world horrified at this. It took years, but now these are making themselves heard. This awakening was perhaps bound to happen.

It just needed a trigger. This could have come in any of a hundred countries. Minnesota drew the short straw. That, and a routine American incident...a white cop calmly murdering an unarmed restrained black man. Ordinarily something for just one news cycle of interest.

This time it set a world on fire.

Could this be a culture changing event?

Plagues change things. The trauma of COVID around the world, and specifically in the States with our now near 110,000 dead. This trauma is having an effect none expected. It is bringing the possibility of primal change.

These are far more interesting times than any of us could have imagined on New Years Day 2020. We find ourselves in historic times. Stay safe be kind be smart...stay home as much as you can. If you march,...social distance as best you can.

* As I say the jury is still out on this whole era.

9/11 the rise of nationalisms Covid now a European World War. Interesting times.

 

15 year old kid sees Russian tank column with his drone. 

Sends data to the Ukrainian Army.

They utterly destroy it. 

Kid sez: "...they were occupiers but the were still people." 

Such is war such is every soldiers lot in war.

 Old Vet or 15 year old Cadet.

A flick about the real start of the Ukraine War in 2014.

It's like our old WW2 patriotic war movies.

Well, it would be if part of our country were occupied 

by da fucking Nazis. 'Watched this on an Indian site.

Couldn't post it here 'Blogsplot' wouldn't link.

Fuck'em here's the trailer. It comes out this summer.

 

Speaking of tunes...and movies.

This is one of my favs...played this on da radio a lot.

It's a thing with aircraft fans, and movie folks.

Btw like being careful with mentioning the 'Scottish Tragedy'.

Whistling this item on a flying aircraft is 

profoundly bad form...what with it being about a plane crash.

 

This here is my favorite fucking song. 

Played it all da time on da radio.

Manager told me to lay off.

Folks complained. 

That and the fucking P.C. book burning 

racist Stalinist clique at the station hated it. 

Which made me play it all the more.

Unfortunately when this came out 

I had stopped doing drugs.

If it was around in the early-mid 1980's.

This at the height of the station's speed and coke era. 

The whole after midnight on air crew 

would have played it non-fucking-stop!

Gone are da daze.