"Uncle Harry"

"Harry Hay"

 The Ignored Founder of the "mid-20th Century Queer Movement"

Uncle Harry up there now repudiated was the founder of the third wave of 20th century Queer activism. Yeah there were two others the one before Harry was in Europe, and wiped out by the Nazis in the mid-1930's. Harry, and some very brave comrades tried again in the late 40's early 1950's.

Google him.

Later in his active life he declined to be part of the "We're just like you" Stockholm Syndrome homophile movement. 

Saying that we were Queers, and not remotely like the people that had been killing us for basically 1000's of years. 

He liked Boy Lovers, and the culture they had which he said was the oldest form of Queer Love in western, and other Queer histories. 

By the surviving record it seems they are.

For this he was finally rebuked along with Allen Ginsberg, and Hakim Bey. Who through their research came to same unwanted conclusion.

This a horror to contemporary culture that views it in 'any' form as rape, and nothing more. This is why both the Thomas Mann book, and Visconti's film of "Death in Venice" has been withdrawn, and any revival profoundly unlikely. 

This despite both once being honored as works of art. A new version of the film a producer in the know had commented in private,

"...they will not make a version of that film faithful to the book for perhaps another century."

So here we are.

"...and AGAIN!"

She came back the next day dug the wife beating daughter raping Queer bashing fucker up, and shot him again!

'Just to make sure!

"Hot Vengeful DYKES with Guns!"

"FUCK YOU II"

Well meaning friends even family have wished me a "...happy pride day". Rather than be polite, and just say thanks or nothing.
I unloaded. To the point I said that this was once a life, and death struggle. 
It's now a gaudy vulgar carnival. One limited to acceptable types. 

See our new friends above/below.
These guys hunted blackmailed beat, and killed us,...remember?

I plainly said "...Fuck'em all to hell they have nothing to do with me or me with them."
My well wishers backed off in confusion,...they really didn't, and don't get it. 
The upside. 
They'll never bother me with this shit of celebrating stroller pushing Marine sergeant Dykes again or their technically male equivalents.
These who would with glee turn the likes of me over to their new friends the cops to be killed.

Otherwise it was a hot humid day so I stayed home in the air conditioning, and watched old movies.

"FUCK YOU"

I just again stumbled over that revised "correct" homophile flag. 
See new eye-test above. 
Fuck'em. 
They add Black, and Brown stripes,...even put the Black one on top. Thanks. This after 50 years of calling us "Dinge",...pervert slang for NIGGER for a million years.

Did I say Fuck you to hell, and ya Mama too?

I have nothing, but visceral contempt for this, and the white pervert movement that spawned it in insincere guilt. You delusional piles of ash in waiting tell your murderers that "We're just you" ...???!!!!

Angels Laugh!

Even your most liberal pals are revolted at the thought of you, and how you live love, and fuck. You all of us. Fucking stroller pushing Marine sergeant Dykes to hunted Boy Lovers we're all the same to them, and all will in time be shoved into the same Oven.

They're already dragging Brown Children fucking babies too into Internment Camps. What do you imagine they have on the menu for your faggot ass.

Happy "Pride Day",...while you still have them.

*One more thing.

You are 21st century Judenrats.

Wikipedia:
Judenrats were WW2 Jewish-German Collaborative Agencies.
Principally within the Ghettoes of Nazi Occupied Europe.

Purpose: Administrative in their own Extermination.  

"...extreme care"

On being a Black Time Traveler in America's past. One would have to pick the place year season time of day, and location with extreme care. Unlike pink temporal travelers that can bungle into any era anywhere any time, and more or less not get killed.

Colored temporal researchers have to have rather a lot more care. For example I could appear on the above street safely. 9th Avenue/53rd Street in NYC. It's November 18th 1930 9:00pm. I could wormhole there, and explore the area with minor cautions.

Then again the Court House steps in Jasper Mississippi at noon on Jefferson's Davis's birthday in 1926 might be a serious problem. 
Walking while Black in any part of North America from 1609~AD thru roughly 2300~CE. This would be a life threatening though interesting adventure.

I'm thinking of spending the summer working on a science fiction story called "Black to the Future"
Sub-titled "Safety Precautions for the Black Time Traveler".

"Nation of Islam meets Uncle Sidney"

As if things weren't nuts enough. The other day when I foolishly wandered out into the hot sun, and nearly died. Well just before that I got into a conversation with this guy selling copies of the "Call" or something.
This the main print rag of the "Nation of Islam" aka the "Black Muslims". Ask your Civil Rights worker grandparents about them guys. Not known for their sense of humor.

I have complicated feelings for them characters.
I mean other than being stone cold racist anti-Semites violent homophobes delusional religious fanatics, and being suspect in the murder of an older cousin in the mid-1960's,...besides all that. 
I guess they're fine.

As for that friendly chat with this agent of utter evil. He insisted as the Nation does that all the Black Slaves were Muslim. I pointed out there was no trace of Negro Islam till long after the Civil War. 
The first appearances in the northern cities where Coloreds of the time were migrating. 
I mentioned this was the actual origins of his outfit specifically.

I guess you could say he became apoplectic at this point.

It's if I told a conservative Catholic that Mary of Magdalen not Peter was the true founder of the Church,...which she was. 
Bottom line my pal wasn't having it. He dismissed me as having been brainwashed by the white devil.

Here I always thought the Devil was Red.

Btw above some happy visitors to the Black Muslims Convention in the early 1960's. These guys had so much in common then,...still do.

At the time the Nation was into Back to Africa.

Them Nazis thought this made sense.

"...business as usual"

The King is Mad.

In the old days this would have been handled quickly smoothly. Powers within the Court would have arraigned an appropriate accident. That or perhaps a valiant death in battle. 
The King's youngest son would be put on the throne. The kid would be easy to handle, "...sign this or we'll cut ya dick off". A reliable Regent would be installed, and business could then go on as usual. 
Madness cured.

However we're a democracy of sorts so it's more complicated. The separations of powers is so far working. #45 actually didn't know these existed. This when early on he bitterly complained as to how the Constitution was old fashioned. Kept getting in his way.

In fact the Constitution was specifically designed for a president like #45. It's 'supposed' to get in his way. 
Them old slave holders were smart dudes.
The Judiciary has contained him,...for now. It may not into two terms. However if this demented maniac attacks the military establishment in the manner he's going after the intelligence community.

Then we should expect a more traditional remedy to his madness.

"Babies"

Now that evil shit sucking fuck #45 is setting up interment camps for Babies. Yeah you heard right fucking BABIES!!! 

Fucking Crying Screaming little BABIES!!!!!
Kids Toddlers thru 13 are in that pipeline. They're shoving them into holding pens for now, and are setting up some tent cities for them in El Paso Texas. 
This is high summer under the sun,...in fucking Texas. ...Hello?!!

As some are already saying about half grown kids. There's going to be some Tragedies. If only by the fucking law of averages. A large number of kids uncertain facilities no one trained for child care. The grunts there normally just bust heads, and shoot people in the face for a living.

Changing diapers may be not be in their skill sets.

Also these are un-White kids so their lives have little or no value. If they were mostly Black kids any number would be dead already. Being Brown this might buy them a bit of extra time,...but not much.

So now we have "BABY CONCENTRATION CAMPS"

Having #45 nearby is like having to put up with a drooling insane billionaire uncle. You keep him around because he'll sign anything especially checks. However now he's taken to having rough S&M sex with the kids. 

Tough choice. Your 10 year old daughters with bleeding buttholes, and black eyes or some more signed checks,...yeah a tuff one.

To think I was freaking out about just a handful of Queer interment camps in some fucked up former Soviet republics. Fuck I couldn't have begun to imagine.... I mean not even from #45!  
He's done it. 
He put children into interment camps...
Babies too is proud of it, and sez he won't stop.
Sez it "ain't his fault" he's just "carrying out the law".

Fuck this fuck to fucking hell. 

The best thing to happen would be if this insane shit shot somebody say a liberal that got into one of his hand picked rallies. The guy might protest the evil fucks insane policies.
An enraged #45 then pulls out a pearl handled .38 Rosco, and plugs the do-gooder in the bleeping face.

To the thunderous applause of his fans. 

He could make a show of it saying "....he had it coming, and I hereby pardon myself." The fans go crazy!

On the upside this might finally be too much even for the Republican Congress. I mean having a cold blooded murderer as sitting president with the smoking gun in his back pocket.

...it might not look good.

'Might be the only way to make that 25th Amendment thing happen.

Failing that I wonder if my Social Security installment this month will be enough to buy one of them "ACME Escape Rocket" things, see above.
This so I can get the fuck out of here.

I'll get back to you about that.

"Uncle Walt"

Well summer has air-burst like a tactical nuclear warhead over Coney Island. Which I still haven seen this season. Coney not the bomb. It was 238f degrees, and humid in the Emerald City this afternoon. So of course I went out for a long walk in the sun.

No I didn't end up in the hospital though I did think of going. This as I hung half off a park bench gasping for air, and clutching my chest. The phrase , "...What da Fuck were you Thinking!!" did come to mind.

They were handing out bottles of water outside my local library. With special attention to kids, and elders. I didn't even have to ask. Some nice NYU grad student came up to me as I stumbled by, and shoved a bottle in my hand.

"Are you alright sir?"

Aw crap do I look that bad? Well okay I'm 138, and wandering about on the surface of the sun. So yeah I could see her concern. Actually I wish they was handing out ice cream I could 'a used a hit of that. Yeah that stuff will kill me now, but so what I likes it.

Wait it get's better.

Another NYU do-gooder comes over, and offers to help me into the library. For those of you reading this in the civilized world. Thanks to the new Hotter Climate in NYC public spaces in summer are now Thermal Shelters. This includes libraries,...just like science fiction.

Also I imagine these nice kids are trained to see folks in trouble, which besides gasping for breath I had no idea I was in. What the heck I let them walk me,...they held me by the arms. Which was sweet. I like that folks are nice to old folks, and kids. The "Baby Snatching" by armed enforcers at our border with Brown people has awakened humanity is some.

Anyway they dump me a nice chair, and I'm good. Wait again,...get's even better. One of the librarians asks me if I would like a book or magazine to read while I got better from the heat.

Did I just win the humane society lotto or something?

Hey I'm game. I asks if she could find the "Collected Prose of Walt Whitman" the Penguin edition if it was handy. See smiles, and goes. A few minutes later she, and Uncle Walt appear.

I'm figuring this is candid Camera or whatever passes for that now. Anyway there I spent the balance of the afternoon. In the air conditioned womb of the same library I've been going to since I was six. I moved back to my old 'Hood after some decades of ambiguous adventures.

Today was a good though profoundly hot, and interesting day.