You might remember story of Oklahoma restaurant owner who loudly proclaimed his distaste for gays, immigrants, disabled humans, people on welfare, and pretty much anyone who did not fit into his white bread world view.
Myself, will not deign to take any of my precious time to prank this puke, nevertheless do gets lots o' laughs from those who do, as recounted below.
If I were to write, would probably write something like, "For all my gay bro's and transgender sisters, when in Enid, OK, for a good time go see Gary at Chicaros."
[....Perhaps unsurprisingly, James' comments rubbed the Internet the wrong way. The restaurant's Facebook and Yelp pages, which had fewer than 10 reviews each last week, are now packed with hundreds of comments, many of which label Gary's Chicaros Club as one of the best gay bars in northern Oklahoma.
"Ask for Gary! ....
"[This is] the best gay bar in Oklahoma!" remarked Faye Galbraith on Facebook. "Although I must say Gary is far from subtle...the way he struts around in his sparkly pink mankini made me a tad uncomfortable."
Some of the reviews weren't quite so enthusiastic, however. Alex H. from Kentuckyobserved that he "thought this place was going to be cheap," but noted that the "all male review night" forced him "to whip out all [his] singles...."]
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
US finally wins Second Indochinese War: McDonalds opens in Ho Chi Minh city
The major domo of American capitqlism and exporter of heart disease and obesity to the world, McDonalds, has finally opened in Viet Nam. Who knew that bombing the shit of people in the Second Indochinese War would not convert them to the American way of life but that capitalism and Mammon and desire for the latest brands would win the war of ideas.
[By CNN Travel staff
updated 6:01 AM EST, Mon February 10, 2014
(CNN) -- The wait is over for Ho Chi Minh City residents and travelers in need of a Chicken McNugget fix.
Vietnam's first McDonald's restaurant officially opened for business this weekend.
Located in District 1 of Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC), Vietnam's commercial center, the McDonald's branch has a 24-hour drive-through service and will feature the usual menu classics, plus some items to cater to local tastes (McPork, anyone?), according toVietnamese media.
The chain joins other Western fast food chains already present in the country such as Subway, Burger King and KFC, catering to an increasingly brand conscious local middle class.]
[By CNN Travel staff
updated 6:01 AM EST, Mon February 10, 2014
(CNN) -- The wait is over for Ho Chi Minh City residents and travelers in need of a Chicken McNugget fix.
Vietnam's first McDonald's restaurant officially opened for business this weekend.
Located in District 1 of Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC), Vietnam's commercial center, the McDonald's branch has a 24-hour drive-through service and will feature the usual menu classics, plus some items to cater to local tastes (McPork, anyone?), according toVietnamese media.
The chain joins other Western fast food chains already present in the country such as Subway, Burger King and KFC, catering to an increasingly brand conscious local middle class.]
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Russian Gay Bashing Irony: Sochi opening ceremony house band does Daft Punk.
Guess the choreographer for the Sochi Olympics drawing up the number by the Russian police choir doing the Daft Punk song "Get Lucky" had no way of knowing the song serves as a closer in many gay clubs around the world.
Damn, that's almost as funny as the Pythons' lumberjack sketch.
Damn, that's almost as funny as the Pythons' lumberjack sketch.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Great, Gay Bashing in Russia too
When you add in multi million s of dollars in curruption at the Winter Olympics, it looks like Russia more like US than we thought: http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/02/04/rights-group-releases-video-of-lgbt-attacks-in-russia/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_php=true&_type=blogs&alg=3Q479&_r=1.
Love my enemies?
Jesus, You have got to speak in jest here. Even though don't think I've any enemies in the sense of those actively seeking to harm me, currently have plenty of incompetent and indifferent fools standing in the way of my regaining independence. Not to mention the legions of wrongheaded humans who despise me because I'm right and vast multitudes of those I've wronged in the past and who probably still hate me decades later.
I have to love all of 'em sez bible verse of the day from those pesky Gospels. Darn, just when i wanted some Old Testament stuff which would let me feel good about some righteous smiting. Gollly gee whiz, please let me smite someones. Please? Wait. Pray for them too, Lord. Dang, that hurts. Can't I just buffet the bastards 'bout the head with pillows and well placed wrath? No?
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust."
I have to love all of 'em sez bible verse of the day from those pesky Gospels. Darn, just when i wanted some Old Testament stuff which would let me feel good about some righteous smiting. Gollly gee whiz, please let me smite someones. Please? Wait. Pray for them too, Lord. Dang, that hurts. Can't I just buffet the bastards 'bout the head with pillows and well placed wrath? No?
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust."
"The Hotties of the 1890's'
Now y'all, one of my favorite blogs comes from the mind and pen of Betty Fokker, a self-described Stay at Home Feminist Mom. Between her and at Juanita Jean's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon in the World, I could steal--oops, get ideas for--posts all day long but both inform and entertain me, both with side splitting laughter at times, the former with more vitriol and creative name calling and latter with a focus on TX politics--a microcosm of how the vermin and buzzards of the Republidiots and duped Tea Party fools conspire to destroy their once great state and my beautiful Constitutional union--and they both stay on my daily read list.
Betty's topic today comes from pictures of Burlesque dancers of the 1890's and how culture sets a standard for female beauty and then women internalize and act upon it. This would have no interest for me as male for my life only entails finding clean shirt and pants to wear; screw beauty. Nevertheless with 2 nieces in college, I worry and pray they may set their own standards and become happy in themselves.
Perusing the pictures of last century Burlesque dancers with the scholar's eye, it becomes quite evident the standard of that time leans towards the more Rubenesque, full figured gals. Have no doubt the culture would have conditioned me into favoring that, men historically exist easier to please than finding water in the ocean. Nevertheless, people fail to realize to what extent they allow the outside world to condition their inner thoughts and dreams.
Like and ancient Greek reputedly dude said, the unexamined life ain't worth living. Left unsaid, however, the whether the examined life worth living instead.
But I digress.
The pictures also feature fully clothed women. Nevertheless, ladies in form fitting tights would prove quite shocking in the corseted and bustled world of that day. Man, look at them hips! It occurs to me just how much the standard of feminine beauty has changed.
Paradoxically, in a world of less bounty and available food the standard favored well fed women; the beauties of today, super models who celebrate by sharing a stalk of celery, would have looked gaunt and starved back in the day. Baby, let me feed you a pot roast.
So without further ado, read Betty's piece and let it make you think. And since pictures speak louder than words....
http://bettyfokker.wordpress.com/2014/02/07/the-hotties-of-the-1890s/
Betty's topic today comes from pictures of Burlesque dancers of the 1890's and how culture sets a standard for female beauty and then women internalize and act upon it. This would have no interest for me as male for my life only entails finding clean shirt and pants to wear; screw beauty. Nevertheless with 2 nieces in college, I worry and pray they may set their own standards and become happy in themselves.
Perusing the pictures of last century Burlesque dancers with the scholar's eye, it becomes quite evident the standard of that time leans towards the more Rubenesque, full figured gals. Have no doubt the culture would have conditioned me into favoring that, men historically exist easier to please than finding water in the ocean. Nevertheless, people fail to realize to what extent they allow the outside world to condition their inner thoughts and dreams.
Like and ancient Greek reputedly dude said, the unexamined life ain't worth living. Left unsaid, however, the whether the examined life worth living instead.
But I digress.
The pictures also feature fully clothed women. Nevertheless, ladies in form fitting tights would prove quite shocking in the corseted and bustled world of that day. Man, look at them hips! It occurs to me just how much the standard of feminine beauty has changed.
Paradoxically, in a world of less bounty and available food the standard favored well fed women; the beauties of today, super models who celebrate by sharing a stalk of celery, would have looked gaunt and starved back in the day. Baby, let me feed you a pot roast.
So without further ado, read Betty's piece and let it make you think. And since pictures speak louder than words....
Yo, 'nuff said, hmm?
http://bettyfokker.wordpress.com/2014/02/07/the-hotties-of-the-1890s/
Friday, February 7, 2014
The Beatles Apple Corps Rooftop Concert [3 Savile Row, London, UK. Janu...
I gotta get back, back to where I once belonged.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Layla - Derek and the Dominos
Damn, the things you can hear with ear buds; I can actuallly pick up the 2 guitar voices. Duane, Derek and the Dominos sure provide sonic punch and layering. Normally prefer live music with all its vitality and vigor and base punches to the pubes. man, can''t wait to get home and blow dust out of my subwoofers.
But I digress. Had to post clean album version to hear guitar voices sing, reaching to high tonre previously heard only by angels.
But I digress. Had to post clean album version to hear guitar voices sing, reaching to high tonre previously heard only by angels.
Throwing Stones: Penultimate step down melancholy lane
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/agdl/throwing.html
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/agdl/throwing.html
Did you ever wake up in a Grateful Dead mood?
You know, not too rock, not too blue, just bit o' jazz, looking for some melody with a back beat and baseline groove, 'cause that base player mos' def'' laid down a thick and crunchy piece, and that jazz feel from 2 drummers finding different parts of the beat teasing out time and syncopation, and Jerry Garcia--guitar icon--I could never understand my roomate's, Larry Reid, a music major studying claasical guitar at Wake Forest, devotion to Jerry 'cause 'tweren't Rock enough for me 'cause I'd formed a lifelong attachment to mid 70's British guitar rock, you know the ususal Led suspects.
Nevertheless, didn't that form the beauty and joy of the Dead? They sounded like no one else. With Jerry and his classical/jazz style, sometimes with piano and backup singer, and Bob Weir on rhythm guitat holding the whole hot mess together.
Picked this version 'cause it falls several months from the last time i saw my ex girlfriend on a date with us on a party bus to the show run by the stoner frat at Wake. Don't hardly remember the show, just the spectacle: people dancin' up and down the isles, with streamers and twirlin' and enough tie dye to clothe a continent.
Do remember the painful silence as I drove Wendy Hall back to Salem College with me frozen, unable to even realize I had emotions much less express them.
I'm sorry, and I love you would have done for starters.
Then broke my neck at the beach at a rugby party a couple of months after getting kicked out of Wake for drunken vandalism. Didn't write, didn't try to call, the only human thing I managed came from walking 'round and 'round the Citrus Bowl when Wake went there after '79 football season, as if could pick her out of a crowd of 50,000, just walked and walked, using up a chunk of the steps God had alloted me.
Had a lot ot regrets before that and since but somehow don't consider any of those steps wasted.
Then--don't you just hate when a passage in a narrative starts with then, signalling some bad shit coming down--how could I write or call? Hi, i'm a quadripeligic; do you want to visit FL? No, just too bad a shit, man.
Took a couple years to walk without a cane and by then the time had passed. Well, what the hell. Kinda got a hankering on visiting Winston-Salem again and reclaim some of my youth, ironic now that I'm in a effin' whhelchair again. Do you know how many Wendy Halls exist on Facebook? As usual. waited 35 years to do the right thing.
'f me.
Amtrak does go through there. Maybe can make my connection to Denver from there.
Nevertheless, didn't that form the beauty and joy of the Dead? They sounded like no one else. With Jerry and his classical/jazz style, sometimes with piano and backup singer, and Bob Weir on rhythm guitat holding the whole hot mess together.
Picked this version 'cause it falls several months from the last time i saw my ex girlfriend on a date with us on a party bus to the show run by the stoner frat at Wake. Don't hardly remember the show, just the spectacle: people dancin' up and down the isles, with streamers and twirlin' and enough tie dye to clothe a continent.
Do remember the painful silence as I drove Wendy Hall back to Salem College with me frozen, unable to even realize I had emotions much less express them.
I'm sorry, and I love you would have done for starters.
Then broke my neck at the beach at a rugby party a couple of months after getting kicked out of Wake for drunken vandalism. Didn't write, didn't try to call, the only human thing I managed came from walking 'round and 'round the Citrus Bowl when Wake went there after '79 football season, as if could pick her out of a crowd of 50,000, just walked and walked, using up a chunk of the steps God had alloted me.
Had a lot ot regrets before that and since but somehow don't consider any of those steps wasted.
Then--don't you just hate when a passage in a narrative starts with then, signalling some bad shit coming down--how could I write or call? Hi, i'm a quadripeligic; do you want to visit FL? No, just too bad a shit, man.
Took a couple years to walk without a cane and by then the time had passed. Well, what the hell. Kinda got a hankering on visiting Winston-Salem again and reclaim some of my youth, ironic now that I'm in a effin' whhelchair again. Do you know how many Wendy Halls exist on Facebook? As usual. waited 35 years to do the right thing.
'f me.
Amtrak does go through there. Maybe can make my connection to Denver from there.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Smoking Kills Marlboro Man
[Eric Lawson, who portrayed the rugged Marlboro man in cigarette ads during the late 1970s, has died. He was 72.
Lawson died Jan. 10 at his home in San Luis Obispo of respiratory failure due to chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, or COPD, his wife, Susan Lawson said Sunday....
A smoker since age 14, Lawson later appeared in an anti-smoking commercial that parodied the Marlboro man and an Entertainment Tonight segment to discuss the negative effects of smoking. Susan said her husband was proud of the interview, even though he was smoking at the time and continued the habit until he was diagnosed with COPD.]
http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/eric-lawson-former-marlboro-man-dies-of-smoking-related-disease-1.2512256
Lawson died Jan. 10 at his home in San Luis Obispo of respiratory failure due to chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, or COPD, his wife, Susan Lawson said Sunday....
A smoker since age 14, Lawson later appeared in an anti-smoking commercial that parodied the Marlboro man and an Entertainment Tonight segment to discuss the negative effects of smoking. Susan said her husband was proud of the interview, even though he was smoking at the time and continued the habit until he was diagnosed with COPD.]
http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/eric-lawson-former-marlboro-man-dies-of-smoking-related-disease-1.2512256
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