SF citizens are eager to name a sewage plant after G.W. Bush.
Looking to honor the forty-third President of the United States of America, George W. Bush, the recently formed Presidential Memorial Commission of San Francisco is looking to change the name of the Oceanside Wastewater Treatment Facility. It seems the group would like to rename the SF Zoo adjacent facility to the ‘George W Bush Sewage Plant’
From their official proposal:
Just as France presented the Statue of Liberty as its gift to the nation, the citizens of San Francisco may now bestow their own special gift to the country by renaming our award winning waste water treatment plant in honor of outgoing President George W Bush. We think this is a fitting memorial for a truly outstanding Commander-in-Chief. On matters ranging from diplomacy to fiscal and environmental stewardship, no other President has had such a dramatic impact on the country and the Constitution in such a short time. Most presidents wait years or decades to receive their memorial airport or highway. We think President Bush deserves immediate recognition for his eight years of public service.
Critics of this measure point out that the initiative unfairly maligns the talented and hard working staff at the award-winning plant or that it memorializes an administration best forgotten. To this we simply say that those who forget history are condemned to repeat it. President Bush has left us with a gigantic mess, and that this facility symbolizes the city’s deft ability to clean up its share of the financial and diplomatic mess left in this administration’s wake. It will also become the world’s first presidential sewage plant, a potential tourist attraction, and therefore an opportunity for the dedicated plant workers to educate visitors about this essential and heretofore unknown public works. This measure will have a minimal fiscal impact and may increase tourist traffic to the plant, Zoo, and nearby attractions in southwest San Francisco, creating yet another quirky must-see destination along with our cable cars, Haight St, and Beach Blanket Babylon.
Fellow San Franciscans, we urge you to vote Oui! on November 4th.
I posted this about a year ago. How right they were! They give a funny and incredibly accurate description of how financial markets work, or don’t. These guys are psychic, or worse, they and everyone else in the financial world knew perfectly well what was coming and didn’t give a shit! Life is a game right to the end, only some win and others don’t.
“we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”
Starting a monday morning quoting T.s. Eliot
Elliot is The Man. He had it right in so many ways. This little quote forwarded to my by an old friend pretty much encapsulates the path of life.
We see this story retold and retold in every quest that ever existed. From Jesus going into the desert to King Arthur going on his quest. Every story has a going out and a return. Just like life. We go out into the world and at the end we return to the earth.
Could it be that life is the exploration away from our true existence, an existence we only return to at death? Could it be that life is a little trip away from our true home in eternity? Could it be that we go out and live a few breaths so as to better understand our existence when not incarnate.
Incarnate = in the flesh. In the form. Made out of clay. Such a base material. So constricting, so solid, so opposite from who we are normally. The rest of the time we are light, formless ether, neutrinos without measurable mass.
Being incarnate is the perfect break from who we are normally, the perfect respite, the perfect change of scenery. This little foray into earthiness is very possibly a simple weekend trip to clear the eternal head. To get some fresh air, to get a little sunshine and perspective on our formless and limitless reality.
Being eternally at one with the universe can become a drag too you know. There’s no privacy. You need to be shackled to an earthly body once in a while. You need to experience the ignorance and limited perspective of a human vehicle to truly understand your life in Godliness.
Being human is the gods’ way of going to the theme part. Riding the bumper cars; crude little vehicles with limited maneuverability and blunt modes of communication. That’s humans. But after a day at the park eating crappy food, surrounded by crass sounds and cheap merchandise you are ready to go home and be Divine again.
You get the mediocrity out of your system. You let it all hang out. The ice cream dries on you hand and the dust sticks to your sweaty legs. They call it slumming it. You are in a place where nothing really matters. You don’t have to be the Big Man with all the responsibilities of being Divine. You just have to be careful you don’t puke hot dogs on the merry go round and piss your pants on the roller coaster.
Small responsibilities compared to universal wisdom and eternal harmony.
So lets relax. We’re on a day trip from our real job. We’ve been given a weekend respite. R&R. When we die we’ll have to go back to work carrying the collective consciousness of the universe. But for now we are allowed to be dumb fucks for a while. Piss around. Watch the clouds, fart and giggle.
There is no point to our “life” aka spring break but to relax and get away for a while. Enjoy the ride. Chill. Hey look! A red bird!
Because if we don’t relax we’ll get back to work on Monday and all the other Gods will ask, “So did you have a nice weekend?” and you’ll REALLY feel like a dumb fuck if you say something like, “Uh, I was meant to have a nice weekend? I spent it being miserable trying to prove to my father that I can be successful.” or something stereotypically human like that.
Life IS the break. Life IS the exploration away from home. Life is where you go to for continuing education. You know, those classes where there are no tests at the end and you spend most of the class wondering what the teacher would look like naked. Nobody takes them seriously.
Yet so few realize life is a continuing ed class. Instead they take notes frantically and totally stress out about the test. Can somebody please tell them there is no fucking test! At the end of the class you will die. No test. No grade. No golden star. Death for all regardless of how you spent your time.
So chill and enjoy life because before you know it Monday will roll around and you’ll have to die again.
I like blogging because surfing porn gets boring. But both are very personal. 99% of men surf porn alone. I don’t have proof of that. I digress. My point is that I blog for my own enjoyment and don’t really care if others read it.
However! I am happy to say that today I got my first subscriber! Yes somebody is actually reading my blog (besides my mother of course).
His name is AlexM and according to his site he is Russian and homeless. I guess thats my blogs demographic. Not exactly a blogging cash cow but its a start. PerezHilton.com wasn’t huge overnight. It took him months and months to become a millionaire. I think I’ll hold off on putting adds on my site until I understand the buying habits of Russian homeless people. You want to target your audience correctly.
Anyway, thanks AlexM! I write to you! (and my mother of course)
I like to focus on things that make me happy. I admit I have a lot of stuff pointing out what is wrong. But the information is liberating to me. Putting it up makes me feel I am making progress and helping better the world.
I focus more on things that inspire me rather than on the negative. Thus my site has had no images of Bush. Why focus on stupidity even if it is to ridicule him? I also don’t like sarcasm, which is simply an eloquent way of putting negativity into the world.
Having said that, I admire Bushes RELENTLESS POSITIVE THINKING. I mean talk about keeping a positive outlook!!! I want to take a seminar with this guy! I want to learn how to stay positive in the face of adversity! What a leader! What a positive force for humanity! Now if only I could get rid of this overwhelming urge to stuff his balls in his mouth and his head up his ass. Breathe, think white light, count to ten…..
And then of course his inspirational speeches. This guy can really massage you with his message!
And here we have an excellent re-enactment of the candid and honest process of disseminating truth:
And then some great journalism covering the effect Bush has had on the US:
And now seriously, Michael Parenti puts it right on in Jan 2008. It is sad how successful the Bush administration has been in accomplishing their goals. It saddens me deeply.
From BrassCheck.tv, my main source of news and reality.
Candid Camera was a popular television program in the US in the 1960s.
The program used the classic methodology of naturalistic experiments in social psychology as the source of its humorous scenarios.
The resulting programs were not only entertaining, but also potentially instructive.
For example, how independent is the average person when confronted with the all-powerful “consensus of the group?”
Not very.
Creating a consensus quickly is the goal of every “shock and awe” propagandist.
That’s why it’s often true that “a lie makes it half way around the world before the truth gets its pants on.”
Professional liars have their stories worked out well in advance and then pump them out hard and fast long before thoughtful, honest analysts have the chance to ask even the first question.
Once the consensus is pointing in one direction, it becomes very difficult to take, hold and promote a contrary point of view, even if that point of view is accurate and the consensus is completely false.
That’s why I believe it’s prudent to assume that ANYTHING you “know” that is consensus-based and was produced and is continuously supported by the so called “mainstream” news media (news, PR and/or propaganda) is probably the product of a calculated attempt to mislead.
As a simple rule of thub, the proper response to ANYTHING that makes its way to the network news and the front pages of major newspapers is to ask yourself two questions: “Who’s propaganda is this?” and “What facts are they withholding and skewing in a calculated attempt to mislead me?”
The most important skill in the propagandist’s bag of tricks
is controlling where you place your attention. In magic, it’s called “misdirection.” In politics, it’s called controlling the agenda.
Have fun with this short experiment in the art of misdirection. Don’t be too smug if you see it since you’ve been amply warned. Ask yourself if you would have seen it if you hadn’t been warned…
I like John Stewart because he has been able to become very successful, navigating all the politics required to get there, while still keeping a level of honesty, intelligence and humor that most people at his level either tossed with their childhood dreams of never had it in the first place.
Here he shows McCain as an idiot, honestly and with humor. It doesn’t take much intelligence to do that, though.
Here he makes the most important point of our whole existence: that the world is driven by an industrial military complex that constantly needs an enemy in order to continue making money. In the video it is easy to just see two silly guys joking around, but I feel he has touched on the most devastating truth of our humanity. I guess laughing is not a bad reaction. Tears we have plenty.
