A NOTE FROM VISIBLE'S THIRD ELF


24 April 2014

A change of web host is now underway for all of Visible's blogs, meaning each has now lost their custom domain names (for a little while, anyway).

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Thank you for bearing with us during the move!


Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Al Zarqawi and Bin Laden Get Down with their Bad Selves

It's more entertaining than American Idol; well, Hell; how would I know? I haven't seen American Idol. It’s definitely truer than any Survivor program; I haven’t seen any of those either but… And it’s easily as real as Jason Meets Michael Myers on the big screen. Yes, it’s Al Zarqawi and Bin Laden. Yes, the loveable (you can’t keep me down) Al Zarqawi… and the unstoppable, Energizer-zombie Bin laden. Big Al Zarqawi…

…has been reported to have said (to Bin Laden on the speaker phone) at an Islamic Website; "I believe that the plan has already reached you or is on its way, and we are waiting for your instructions," the speaker says. He’ll be on Oprah to confirm that this afternoon when he appears to talk about his new bestseller, The Insurgent’s Diet.

Here’s how CNN intro-ed the thing; “CNN has not confirmed the voice on the recording is al-Zarqawi's. The statement was posted on an Islamist Web site that has carried previous messages from al-Zarqawi and his group, al Qaeda in Iraq.”

That is more real than the original message on the Memorex tape. You can’t get more real than that. Even more amazing is how Bin Laden, who’s been dead for years, manages to get all these messages and orchestrate his world wide terror plans from the grave. Like Baron Samedi he’s likely to pop up anywhere. All you need are some naked, sweaty dancers, some drums and a little psychedelic punch.

Of course Mossad’s been helping out a little here and there since they’ve got the Al Qaeda franchise license and have been setting up little fast terror outlets all through the Middle East.

What’s the connection? Why are we hearing from these guys? When’s the last time we heard from Bin Laden? Why that was just a few days before the most recent Great American Election Hi-jacking. Anyway June’s coming up and June is official ‘Bomb Iran unless we Do Syria First Month’.

Busharon; our own Two Headed Axis of Evil are both getting into shape with the Eat the Little Guy Diet and this coming Steel Cage Match is going to prove highly entertaining. In one corner we have ‘The Dead Guy’ and ‘The Guy who doesn’t Exist’ and in the other corner we have ‘The Fat Guy’ and ‘The Stupid Guy’. It’s going to be a hoot.

Meanwhile, all that great mopping up in Iraq is just not going at all the way that the goose-steppers had in mind. Bodies are blowing right and left. It’s like one of those deranged Tom and Jerry cartoons. It’s like Brain Dead; The Directors Cut. So you know that all this ‘on the ground’ shit is just about over. It’s time for Death from the Skies. There’s no word on which studio has this in development. But since all of the studios and all of the theaters and all of the press agents and writers are under contract to the same corporation; who the fuck cares, right?

Meanwhile, the little guy on the ground; the fat little guy on the ground in the U.S. is trying to tie a yellow ribbon around his dick but it’s not easy cause he has to do it while looking in the mirror (looking down is not an option) and he can’t get the sequence right. It’s like backing up with a trailer hooked up to your car if you haven’t done it before. Anyway, this little guy is scarfing ‘burgers and dogs’ and draining cans of Bud and getting misty while John Phillip Sousa plays in his head and gigantic storm troopers are making creamed beef on toast out of the towel heads. You can hardly get more fatuous and crocodile teary-eyed than on Memorial Day, unless it’s The Fourth or Veteran’s Day.

The thing with being stupid is that it doesn’t go away by itself. It’s like ringworm. You do have to do something about it or eventually you will end up looking like Dick Cheney’s heart. It might take ten years but it’s bankable. So, even if you’ve got all the guns and planes at a given time, it’s not going to stay that way. No one is still in power that used to be in power that was stupid. And you got to sleep some time too. So you can have your house loaded with guns and you can be sitting on your sofa with the shotgun across what there is of your lap but it won’t do you much good when you fall asleep. You have to sleep some time.

So you can waltz that enormous stomach of yours across the room. You can push and shove. You can torture and lie and imprison. You can do whatever you have to do to make up for the howling impotence of your naked state but… your day is going to come and there will be weeping and lamentation. Oh yeah. And you are going to deserve it big time. It’s going to creep through the malls and slide through the ice plants on the thruway. It’s going to come up through the water pipes in your house and it’s going to be parked in the school parking lot. It’s coming through the TV, over the radio, into your ear like a bug from the mp3 player.

Cold icicles of fear are going to form like stalactites in your visceral area. Your bowels are going to turn to water after these things melt. It’s already sort of like that isn’t it? And you don’t feel too good do you?

Your leaders are lying, murdering thugs. Your leaders are cowards hiding behind those too stupid to question their orders. Your country is an obese carnival of excess and indifference and just like it has happened so many times in the past you are going down.

Oh sure, it doesn’t have to be this way. There’s time to change. A lot could be set right but… hyenas and dingoes don’t make good baby sitters. Leopards don’t change their spots. Hard lessons are hard because some people just wouldn’t fucking listen otherwise. You know all about the Titanic. What you don’t know is that you are sailing on it right now.

So, you keep right on celebrating America. You keep right on sipping those lattes and getting your nails done. Your body may stink but you’ve got the sprays to keep the aroma down. Keep snarling at the rest of the world. Send Bolton to the UN. Nod your head every time Brit Hume farts. Keep thinking about whether Condi Rice is a ‘smokin babe’. Screw everybody else. Keep pouring petroleum by-products down your throat. We’ve all heard the phrase, “eat shit and die.” It is an amazing irony to see you laughing while you do it. All those cold martini’s and red faces; all that hearty bonhomie, all those rounds of golf, all those contributions to the RNC, all those evil jokes, all the porcine laughter at everybody else’s expense; that note is going to come due.

It’s not just because you are banal and careless and selfish and cruel. It’s not just because you have voided your humanity. It’s not just because it’s wrong; what do you care about that? Evil has always been a growth industry. No, it’s not about all that. It’s about nature. Certain laws you can’t break. Your existence relies on them. It’s why you shouldn’t shit were you eat. And it’s not just about poisoning your own water and eating garbage and inhaling the fumes of your own exhaust. It’s about the certain higher laws that you break at your own peril. You can’t play Russian Roulette indefinitely. You can’t shoot yourself in the head and expect to walk away. It’s not what someone else is going to do to you; although that is a part of it. It’s what you are doing to yourself. You did it to yourself. Maybe now is time for that toast.

Raise your glasses America. Feel the rush of the alcohol soaring on the music that soars on the pride. It’s been said and I’m going to say it again; “Those who miss after almost winning, should have known the end from the beginning.”

Visible and The Critical List: Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Party, Party ♫
'Party, Party' is track no. 4 of 12 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'Not Politically Correct'


Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List

Thursday, May 26, 2005

The Smoking Mirrors Philosophy

I’ve been thinking about this blog and why I don’t do more here and I realize it is because there are thousands of people reporting the facts and many of them are far more informed and erudite on such matter than I am. You don’t need the facts from me. You can get the facts; provided the facts are comfortable for you and don’t compromise your world view in a painful way… you can get the facts by researching and sifting. You can start with the given that anything in the mainstream media is a lie and that anything outside the mainstream media may well be true. You can also use this yardstick as well; no matter how strange something may be that you hear outside the mainstream media it is certain to be truer than anything heard inside the mainstream media.

Everyone who works in the mainstream media, or let’s say 99% of them are liars, whores or lying whores. Nearly everyone in the government is a hypocrite and a liar and a coward. Let us measure our leaders by their reluctance to stand forth and tell the truth. As we can see; or should I say, as we ‘can’t’ see- very few politicians and office holders are making any noise. No one is standing up and calling bush and his minions for the liars and thugs that they are. These men and women are to be judged by their silence. In the words of Richard Lovelace; “Yet this inconstancy is such; as you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.”

I have personally challenged bush and cheney- at the same time- to a steel cage match for the fate of the human race. I am perfectly serious. I am willing that they should both have knives as well. I will take only a kubotan. The fact that these men are too cowardly to take me up on this offer does not detract from the serious intent on my part. What I’m saying is, “Let my people go.” I’m willing to put my life on the line and I HAVE put my life on the line quite a few times. I am appalled at, disappointed in and embarrassed for all of you in the media, government, public life, entertainment or wherever you are with what influence you wield. I am ashamed of you! That you cannot stand up in this grievous hour tells me all I need to know about the temper of your honor. Your integrity is on the sidewalk in white thigh boots and micro mini.

Let me apologize now to the rest of the world for the ugly, venal behavior of the American government and a large segment of trough-feeding livestock who have forgotten that they go on two feet. Let me apologize to all real Christians for the behavior of the fundamentalist Nazis. Let me apologize to the human race for the very existence of the Zionist impulse. Let me ask that the larger body of humanity not be judged according to the behavior of these reptiles.

Peoples of the world please hear me. Agents from dark dimensions are hijacking human forms and using them to wreck havoc upon the landscape. Organizations such as Bilderberger and assorted banking and corporate interests are working ceaselessly for the enslavement of the human race. But THERE ARE things you can do… IF… you will do them. If we all- collectively, no longer watch the mainstream news; no longer read the daily newspapers, no longer purchase any goods from a global corporation, no longer invest in them, no longer cooperate in the enslavement of our fellows you will find the machinery begins to wind down to a stop. Pull the plug. Don’t buy advertised products.

The machinery operates because you pay attention to it. You power the thing. Yes, you have families; but we all belong to the human family. You are making deals with the devil to survive and that is the treadmill philosophy that grooves you on the rails from the cradle to the grave. Renounce your forced allegiance to your oppressor. Toss a spanner in the works. It is time for revolution. It is time to act and not to act. It is time to be smart. They rely on you. You are their food. You can starve them.

I’m going to give you a good example that speaks volumes. Years ago radio stations and whoever, came up with the idea of giving away promotional t-shirts. This was good advertising and you were a willing billboard for them. Over time they began to sell these things, they’re not free anymore and now you pay good money to wear their advertising on your body. Is Tommy Hilfiger paying your rent? Is Clear Channel buying your food? Are any of these companies paying your way? Do you need a goddamn t-shirt that bad? Stop being a whore. Not only are you a whore, you are paying the person who is fucking you. Walk away. Think about what I’m saying.

Journalists organize; refuse to lie- form your own organizations. Everyone; …just walk away. This doesn’t have to be violent; even though they will work that angle, it won’t work. Stop paying your taxes. They cannot put millions of people in jail. Refuse to join the military. Boycott the 4th of July. Openly admit that the country has been hi-jacked. You want to wear advertising? Be creative. Wear, “the 2004 election was hijacked, just like the two before.” Wear “9/11 was an Inside Job.” Wear, “bush and cheney bombed the WTC and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.” Wear, “Storm Gitmo.” Be creative.

Stop nodding your head. Stop being a whore. Stop being a coward. Don’t cooperate. You don’t have to resist, just don’t cooperate. Tell the truth; stop being reasonable with the unreasonable. Laugh, laugh at the devil.

I’m going to use this space to exhort you rather than to inform you. Get your information elsewhere. There are plenty of sources. Stop lying to yourself and then stop lying to others. You are more powerful than these forces which have seduced you into believing in their legitimacy and strength. They are illegitimate and they have no strength.

Turn off the TV. Make ‘bullshit’ a mantra, every time you see advertising. Refute it in your mind. The power of such collective rejection is beyond what you can presently imagine.

Here’s one final example. Who is more important to the process; the artist who creates it or the business personnel who sell it? Is there music without business? Is there music without a musician? Are there songs without business? Are there songs without a songwriter? Well then, how come business is the arbiter and how come business, which has no taste (otherwise they would be artists) is manufacturing art? The artist has been cut out of the process. The ‘real’ artist has been cut out of the process. Why? …Because they have the uncomfortable habit of telling the truth. That is why you have Brittany Spears and Justin Timberlake and American Idol and the lot instead of what the 60’s wrought. They are not going to tell you the truth. This is why all the ports are being closed to the creative spirit- it compromises the intentions of business. And this is how you get whores. This is why Mother Nature is on her knees blowing industry executives in back alleys. Afterwards they’ll beat her and push her out of a speeding car down by the docks. They won’t bother to pay her. This should be payment enough.

Does it affect you that your mother is treated like a whore? Or are you even now trying on your own outfit and making that appointment for a tongue ball? You like porn? You want to be a star? Get in line. Bend over and wait.

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Smoke and Mirrors ♫
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible

Monday, May 23, 2005

Back in the Saddle Again

It appears from the emails I received while I was gone that I have two different sets of readers at my two different blogs. Certainly that means I ought to write more at this one. I'll take that under advisement.

I'm back where I was before I left to go somewhere else. I'm thinking about what to say about what I'm reading. I did a 3 week news blackout and so everything is very fresh for me. I can see the tail end of the dog who left this thing in front of me only a few meters up ahead. Just let me step around it and think about the sidewalk and the sky and that space between them.

I'm thinking about substance and emptiness and how they both arise together and exist simutaneously, how everything comes out of nothing and falls back upon it again, how emptiness brims with quick force and how it isn't empty after all, even though it is...

Hmmm, I appear to be in the wrong blog. Later...

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible