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A new age of transparency

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United States Secretary of State Hillary Clinton held a press conference today stating that she was engaging in a charm offensive to bring peace to the Middle East.

Secretary of State Clinton wrote:President Obama is bringing a new age of transparency to government. He has stated that there should be no secrets, apart of course from where he was born, some unimportant financial records, and those lectures to ACORN in Chicago. President Obama will express this new openness by, among other things, revealing all the nuclear codes and having the nuclear football duplicated by Mattel. And all citizens' emails and letters will of course be monitored, to ensure openness across the board.

I am scheduled to visit President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran and I want to show the cultural sensitivity and transparency which will be the new hallmark of the Obama Presidency.

To this end I have asked Isaac Mizrahi to help me design attire to conform with these wishes.

I am sure that President Adhadinejad will be convinced by the sincerity of the United States, especially as I grovel before him and explain how the United States was responsible for, among other things, the meteor strike in Mexico that killed the dinosaurs.

Secretary of State then went on to demonstrate her transparent burqa.

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*twitch* *gasp* must..... have........ Jifi....... Lobo....... What has..... been........ seen...... cannot........ *gasp* *... be UNSEEN.....................................

Has anyone told Captain Ahab that there's been a sighting?? To the harpoons!!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY EYES! THEY BURN!

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My god I love tweaking you people. Makes up for all the fag jokes. (Some of which are on the money by the way.)

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:My god I love tweaking you people. Makes up for all the fag jokes. (Some of which are on the money by the way.)

You do realize that for that picture alone I've decided to do fag jokes twice as often, don't you?

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Comrade Joe, you have <i>no</i> idea of my photo library. I'm immune to the jokes, but I know a weakness when I see one.

But every day I thank Lenin that there are no naked pictures of Michael Moore.

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Commissar Theo, I offer this picture of Michael Moore's father to make up for you not having one of him...

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Commissar you have been to Sarah Lawrence! And you caught up with the secretary there? Or is that Napolitanoinski? And lo.. Michael More Was there too, like father like son...

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

It must be pretty bad when you can no longer see your willy without standing on a mirror!!

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Comrade Theo,

I think you're suffering Buff attacks. Funny that I can watch slasher movies while eating but not this.

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Apparently my suggestion that we close the "time travel gap" with the GOP has been taken seriously. It's obvious that Janet Napolitano is merely Rachel Maddow projected 30 years into the future of next Tuesday.

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MMMmmmmmmm...........................Maybe something easier on the eyes is indicated. Yes...........and have a great weekend Comrades:

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Comrade Grigori, may Socialist glory smile on you for the rest of your days.

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The transparency of the Obama administration is so refreshing after the dark
cloak that hung over our heads for the last 8 years.



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Grigori E.R. wrote:MMMmmmmmmm...........................Maybe something easier on the eyes is indicated. Yes...........and have a great weekend Comrades:

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Curiously enough, just like the previous clip you posted with three kulak women, this one is also from Ukraine. She is a singer and an outstanding violinist, who used to perform in concerts as a child. She also paints. Unlike most divas, she has a normal family life with a husband and a three-year-old son. Very unprogressive. We should start looking for volunteers to participate in a purge, show trial, and the subsequent punishment of this kulak woman.
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Going back to the more serious subject of transparency, the country's future, and gay jokes, I tried some future telling techniques this morning, called tasseography.

Did you know that your coffee cup holds clues about yourself, your present and your future? Tasseography, sometimes called tasseomancy, is a branch of divination. It has been done for more than a thousand years in many areas of the world - both with tea leaves and coffee grinds. In my case, it was the foam in my morning cup of coffee. Every time I pour a fresh brew I ask the coffee spirits, what my day is going to look like, my personal future and my country's future? And every time, the picture I'm getting looks like this. What are the spirits telling me? I guess it's either that I'm gay or that we're all screwed.

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Red, the -graphy part is of course the writing; the -mancy part is of of course the reading. If you poured your own coffee, then I'll tell Bruno he'll have a new playmate. If you merely read it, it's an omen, but, and I hate to say it, not a particularly valuable one. That we're all screwed is not on the level of Lourdes or Our Lady of Guadalupe. Or even a commercial from Publishers Clearinghouse.

And to the kind people who published the pictures of Moore pere et fils, thanks a whole lot. But i did notice that they did not actually have cellulite. Making me wonder if our Many Titted Empress has all that there is in the world.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote: And to the kind people who published the pictures of Moore pere et fils, thanks a whole lot. But i did notice that they did not actually have cellulite. Making me wonder if our Many Titted Empress has all that there is in the world.

Your most welcome Commissar, hmmmm... so as she throws her fit it is only cellulite that will save her.... Is that like having frog legs in a French restaurant?

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Comrades,

Two things:

(1) I have met few Ukrainians, but I'd like to meet the diva above. Too bad Stalin starved so many to death, the subject of Holodomor the Movie. While Comrade Obama promises to "spread the wealth around," I have a feeling it won't be to this movie.
<br>(2) Over two decades back I bought an album called Red Wave made during perestroika by an American woman who went to the USSR to record four Soviet bands: Aquarium, Kino, Alisa, and Strange Games. The first two (I think, as it's on LP and thus long hidden away) I liked best but Boris Grebenshikov (perhaps I'm wrong on the name) was later grabbed by Western stars (Sting, Peter Gabriel, etc.), pushed out a "world music" flop, and was disappeared from big labels. However, I see from his website and others tailoring to Russian (and other) immigrants in NYC that he's still, perhaps like a local James Brown, "the hardest working man in Russian show business." Well, other than Medvedev, perhaps.

Quick, any bids on me before I become a dead serf?

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Dead? No, not at all. But you may be given some free coupons for Jiffi-Lobo.

Dead people are of no use. Whereas people whose minds are not troubled by thought can still do many things--work on an assembly, demonstrate, blog for the DKos, or run for Senate.

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Red Square wrote:
Grigori E.R. wrote:MMMmmmmmmm...........................Maybe something easier on the eyes is indicated. Yes...........and have a great weekend Comrades:

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Curiously enough, just like the previous clip you posted with three kulak women, this one is also from Ukraine. She is a singer and an outstanding violinist, who used to perform in concerts as a child. She also paints. Unlike most divas, she has a normal family life with a husband and a three-year-old son. Very unprogressive. We should start looking for volunteers to participate in a purge, show trial, and the subsequent punishment of this kulak woman.
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Comrade Red Square, can you perhaps share a little about this song, or at least the name of the kulak woman? I'm curious as to at least the title and a translation of the repeated refrain.

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Comrade_Tovarich wrote: (2) Over two decades back I bought an album called Red Wave made during perestroika by an American woman who went to the USSR to record four Soviet bands: Aquarium, Kino, Alisa, and Strange Games. The first two (I think, as it's on LP and thus long hidden away) I liked best but Boris Grebenshikov (perhaps I'm wrong on the name) was later grabbed by Western stars (Sting, Peter Gabriel, etc.), pushed out a "world music" flop, and was disappeared from big labels. However, I see from his website and others tailoring to Russian (and other) immigrants in NYC that he's still, perhaps like a local James Brown, "the hardest working man in Russian show business."
I liked Aquarium a lot and considered Boris Grebenshikov a musical and poetic genius. But they worked for too long in the underground. Unfortunately, coming into the light must have played a trick on BG. He fell under the influence of a weird combination of drugs, Eastern mysticism, and cheesy folk music. Today he is just a joke uttering fake "deep thoughts" in a trembling goat-like voice.

He issued an album in the US "Radio Silence," which I also liked, although it had a plastic sound. It had songs in both English and Russian. Here's one - not my favorite, but I couldn't find other songs in English - he played it on Letterman, of all shows:

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This one is almost People's Cubish - it's easy to imagine our tight collective traveling on a train through beet farms like this. The song says, "we've been fighting for 70 years, fighting ourselves. We've taken this land away from ourselves, and it became nobody's. Now it's time to give this land back to ourselves."

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And just to give you a taste of their melodies and harmonies - a bitter-sweet Beatles-like song.

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I also liked Kino, Alisa, and Nautilus Pompilius. But that would be too many videos for one day.

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Obamissar 7.62 wrote:Comrade Red Square, can you perhaps share a little about this song, or at least the name of the kulak woman? I'm curious as to at least the title and a translation of the repeated refrain.

Her name is Assiya Akhat (phonetic spelling), which must be a pseudonym - in Greek, it means "sea nymph," but it also leads some people to believe she's an ethnic Tatar. She says her father is Russian, and her mother is a Ukrainian and a Kiev (Kyiv) native. She speaks and sings in both languages, but Russian naturally has a bigger market. The song above is in Russian, called "My soul was hurting."

Between us were day and night
You could change the location of shadow and light,
You could run across the sky, here's the limit
You could see me but you couldn't do it
My soul was hurting.

Restive and violent
My soul was hurting.
Restive, I couldn't believe it
It was too good to let go
The soul was burning,
But it wasn't melting...

Rosie O'Donnell wouldn't approve.

So I did some research on your request. She's not so young - her younger son is now 5, but her older one is already in college in London, and will return after graduation. She makes up fairy tales for her younger son, and hopes to write them down some day. She's a Christian and believes in God. She also hates drugs, won't ever touch them. At the same time, she always tries to look sexy and her band is called - ready for this? - "69." She says she likes the name because it's easy to remember. That's the typical Ukrainian wild conservative/liberal mix to you.

Sorry, Theocritus, for hijacking your thread, but perhaps you may appreciate her violin rendition of Bach's "Joke"

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I also have experienced this phenomenon...


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Red, I would be the last person capable of complaining about threadjacking unless I engaged in Progressive-like hypocrisy.

I have to admit that I had to turn off the Bach--Badinerie from an orchestral suite, written for flute. (I think he may have called it a bourée somewhere else; all these people reworked things.)

Then there was the techno/disco background. I love both. But never the twain should mix. It encourages people to do more--next we'll have a hip-hop version of Mozart's <i>Eine Kleine Nachmusik.</i>

But have you heard the Swingle Singers? A French group, I think, started in the 60s who do (nearly) a capella versions of Bach and Mozart, and oddly enough they pretty much work.

Gulag Man threw up today's beet ration. Gulag Man not so hungry anymore after picture burned eyes.

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This Assia Ahat got me interested, so I found another relevant clip called Adam & Eve, which is just plain crazy. The visuals would offend just about everybody in the politically correct America, but it's done with the innocence of a fool who has never eaten of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

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Do you suppose that the comrades who did that video were on acid? I know that some years ago had I seen it in an altered state, I would have found endless shades of deep meaning in it.

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Which means that, while some may equate dropping acid with eating of the Tree of Knowledge, it does not withstand empirical evidence. The singer herself, while she abhors drugs, also seems to like shiny things. And there are so many shiny things in this video that she just can't find anything wrong with something this beautiful and shiny. For shiny things are one of the strongest drugs known to woman. Just ask Bruno.

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Gulag Man wrote:Gulag Man threw up today's beet ration. Gulag Man not so hungry anymore after picture burned eyes.

Comrade Gulag Man, if you have thrown up your beet ration, may I have it? Partially predigested like it is, it should make a good addition to the soup I am making from wild greens, an odd handful of insects I found on some beet tops, and some worms I dug up with the beets.

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Red Square, thank you for the information. Very interesting. I am growing to appreciate some culture here even. Jiffy Lobo time perhaps.

Even without understanding Russian, that song was very beautiful.

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Finally having my Flash player working again I am even more astonished at the music you have posted.

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Red, on acid, which I was NOT addicted to but only tried a half dozen times or so, 25 years ago, shiny things are nice. But sounds are too. And smells in particular. Clean your house very well; your senses are sharpened.

I think I finally figured out how pot and other drugs make you think you're creative and witty. They destroy your internal editor. That's probably a "duh" statement. People on pot think that they constantly have wonderful ideas and are more creative; same for acid--all those insights. But your thinking is going on at the top level of your head and you're not reasoning, the thoughts percolating down to your stored knowledge and making the connections that come with experience and wisdom.

If you write down your insights while tripping or while stoned, 99% of them will be rubbish. But 1% will be good. Your internal editor sometimes chokes off something too soon. Remember than van Gogh never sold a painting. Drugs do NOT make you into van Gogh and ought never be used for "creativity."

The virtue of Bruno is that he is endless amused by anything, in his normal state of mind. Once I got him a dreidel and glued some little mirrors and fake jewels from Hobby Lobby on it. It bought me <i>months</i> of peace.

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Comrade Theo, if a mirror dreidel amused Bruno for months on end, would a disco ball work even better? After all he has to do nothing then but stare, and have someone wipe the drool away every now and then.

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You'd think so, 7.62, and a mirrored disco ball has great resonance with me. Time wasted some years ago. But we are very close to the Rio Grande. I had a mirror ball to keep Bruno occupied but he mistook it for a piñata. The wreckage was bad enough. But what was really tough was him putting the broken glass into his mouth thinking it was candy.

The ER bills alone...

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Ahh of course, the mirrored pinata...

Can you not clone goons instead of sending them to the ER? I'm sure some marvel of Socialist Medicine has decided it is cheaper to stick someone in a creche and transfer their brain pattern over to some clone than to actually fix them.

Plus it has the added advantages of ensuring only the correct brain patterns are sent over, along with a few other Party Approved(TM) thoughts. All this, and in a Party grown body that will fill the exact roll that it has been decided you fill. What more can you ask for?

People's Clones(TM). Be what we say you can be!

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7.62 wrote:People's Clones™. Be what we say you can be!
Brilliant! Just brilliant! We will clone the goons, of course, but think of what else we can clone!

Red Star will be in charge of the cloned goons for he can give master classes in kicking down doors at midnight. But we can clone demonstrators, who are slightly different from goons, depending on the demonstration. I personally think that we ought to clone Jodin Morey and Mikael Rudolph, the Mime, for their brains are very simple things and need no further instructions, any more than a shark's egg-sized brain needs more to be very good at its job. A good protestor has good arches in his feet and strong hands for carrying a sign, a loud voice, and a big bladder. That's really just about the job requirement for a good agitator.

But we can also clone sex workers too.

Here is Ludmilla, the East German sex worker, or Hans, the goon:
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Since in the Age of Obama, people are constructs and not individuals--<i>so</i> essential for socialism--there is no need to to have more than one People's Golem. We need a strong one for breaking things and threatening thing, and if all of our male comrades do not find Ludmilla fetching, a simple trip to Jiffi-Lobo will take care of that.

One time Meow was here, after a touch-up at Jiffi-Lobo, and he came onto our MTE and then Bruno. So anything is possible.

Another advantage of cloning these goons/sex workers is that they need all the protein that Jiffi-Lobo produces. Do not worry though that it will increase their intelligence.

~I think I finally figured out how pot and other drugs make you think you're creative and witty. They destroy your internal editor. That's probably a "duh" statement. People on pot think that they constantly have wonderful ideas and are more creative; same for acid--all those insights. But your thinking is going on at the top level of your head and you're not reasoning, the thoughts percolating down to your stored knowledge and making the connections that come with experience and wisdom.~

off. When I was in college, my feet never hit the ground unless I was stoned. When I by some miracle graduated and had to find a real job and consequently had to quit pot I found myself laughing at my ignorance in college. Your internal editor comment rings true.

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[ off ]When I was in college I never smoked pot and never drank--that wasn't in the Rice culture, such as it was. It was only after college that I had fun. Amazing how I don't have a single friend from college; we were all smart-ass self-educated know-it-alls competing for the first time with people just like us. Which is really good for learning but not worth anything for having fun, or making friends.

Commissar Theocritus wrote:[ off ]When I was in college I never smoked pot and never drank--that wasn't in the Rice culture, such as it was. It was only after college that I had fun. Amazing how I don't have a single friend from college; we were all smart-ass self-educated know-it-alls competing for the first time with people just like us. Which is really good for learning but not worth anything for having fun, or making friends.


My experience is much the same. Actually, after college led to the military. The Navy, where I received a commission. I am much like you in that I have not one friend in college that I communicate with on a regular basis. It is those friendships that I made in the Navy that have been lasting.

Perhaps it is because of a shared experience, some not so fun, and some that were the best in the world. Depending on one's point of view.

Now in the business world and nearing retirement I find that I mostly have acquaintances. It is that once a year trip to Missouri where two of my best friends reside where I truly feel among friends.

One you'd absolutely enjoy. He lives entirely off of the grid in a cabin he built by hand. Grows most of his own food. He walked away from the corporate world about 15 years ago, left behind a income that closed in on seven figures. Amazingly enough his wife went with him.
Go figure.

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Oddly enough I managed to have more than I thought I ever would, here in a small isolated town in West Texas. I'm entirely free and open here, but get by with it because of my family's reputation (no lying or cheating or stealing or spreading false rumors) and my insistence on not making mistakes and being the town's leading authority on real estate. Which is useful.

I have three women at the office working for me, all wonderful, and two of them guard me like angry tigresses. I have help at the house who are utterly honest and considerate. And I have friends in this legal business of 30 years' duration--in some cases I was friends with their fathers when I was a kid.

I get away with anything that I want to do as long as I am competent and honest. The virtue of a small town where people can get to know you, or your reputation, instead of being forced to judge by signifiers as one must in a city.

And, believe it or not, good friends from high school.

I have always in a way envied the camaraderie of the military, although I could not have joined even were I not essentially so damned cussed that I'm not a joiner.

And I got to write Minerva, the software program I use to run the business. Gotta get something from that degree, you know. Nothing is more gratifying than using a tool that you wrote to make you money, and getting to make it more efficient all the time. It's like engineering your car on a daily basis.

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Comrade Red Square, I have become quite hooked on Radio Silence. It is a most interesting song. Thank you for sharing it.


 
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