The American dream was always that a man could eat the fruit of his own (private property) labor and worship freely a God that he trusted to sustain him. The Government was to protect the Property from thieves here and in London (and the other areas of Europe that were once Rome), and establish a common defense by a military that was only a Guardian, in the tradition set by Generals Washington and Jackson. Since 2004 we have watched silently while our lives have been set-up for surrender to a World Mob stealing America back by using Socialist promises while actually arranging confiscatory taxes on us, the destruction of our currency by inflation, and a UN/Government Control of all energy use, and air use on what is clearly a fraudulent pretense that CO2 was ever a threat to anyone. We better get back to a guardian type of leadership that is untouchable by this Mob Leadership running wild today, before it becomes too late to defend ourselves.
I thought another headline was funnier, the one about how our NATO allies support the new strategy in Afghanistan 100%, which is: the US is sending more fighting troops and our allies are sending...security guards!
It's not only the word roses lurking inside neurosis or the fact that most of my formal education occurred in the midwest, so too my summer job inhaling industrial reactants should be considered. It's an unstable world, babe. Always an inner avalanche as they say in receiving. I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx in utero, things would have turned out differently. Instead, my mother went right on eating lobster. But where were we? . . .
Peter Bella... I can't remember how it relates to reincarnation as a Lobster, after playing 18 holes of golf. I suspect that the Lobsters attacking Madoff triggered some thoughts that we at least try to defend property rights before we all become dinner for the Fairy Tale artists in and out of the Washington DC/News media axis.
Pfff... what's Abe bitchin' about? He could've come back as a flea, and then where would he be? At least he's valued by the denizens of the city he used to inhabit, at 20+ bucks a pound. :D
Besides, didn't he do this to himself??
"(What a person comes back as) depends on the karmic potentialities (or "seeds") they have created with their actions and upon their state of mind at the time of death. If we die with a peaceful mind, this will stimulate a virtuous seed and we shall experience a fortunate rebirth; but if we die with a disturbed mind, in a state of anger, say, this will stimulate a non-virtuous seed and we shall experience an unfortunate rebirth."
I mean, Abe must'a done something to end up as dinner, right? So, what could he have done? Piss off a grouper (they eat lobsters)? Annoy a Maine lobsterman? Have nightmares of being on a platter at Locke-Ober (yeah, I know that's not in New York; gimme a break, I can't think of any iconing seafood restaurants outside of that one)?
- Hard boiled private dick Kaiser Lupowitz breaking up an intellectual call-girl ring (you'd meet the girl at the Plaza, see, and she'd talk Melville or Milton with you for an hour).
- The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep.
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22 comments:
In a larger sense, aren't we all hampsters?
Lobsters can be dangerous when cornered.
I see Woody Allen is still fobbing off painfully unfunny shtick as funny by attaching Jewish names to it.
So... have lobsters become Kosher or are New York Jews nonobservant?
The American dream was always that a man could eat the fruit of his own (private property) labor and worship freely a God that he trusted to sustain him. The Government was to protect the Property from thieves here and in London (and the other areas of Europe that were once Rome), and establish a common defense by a military that was only a Guardian, in the tradition set by Generals Washington and Jackson. Since 2004 we have watched silently while our lives have been set-up for surrender to a World Mob stealing America back by using Socialist promises while actually arranging confiscatory taxes on us, the destruction of our currency by inflation, and a UN/Government Control of all energy use, and air use on what is clearly a fraudulent pretense that CO2 was ever a threat to anyone. We better get back to a guardian type of leadership that is untouchable by this Mob Leadership running wild today, before it becomes too late to defend ourselves.
traditionalguy
And how does your comment relate to reincarnation and lobsters?
Yeah I'm stumped, Peter.
Unlike ricpic I thought the piece was worth a few chuckles.
I thought another headline was funnier, the one about how our NATO allies support the new strategy in Afghanistan 100%, which is: the US is sending more fighting troops and our allies are sending...security guards!
David, yes we are and we best get used to turning the tax wheel as fast as we can if this forecast is accurate.
"It was his cruel fate to be delicious."
Come on, that's funny. I don't even like Woody Allen, but that's good stuff. Maybe because I know the feeling.
Not a hamster running on a wheel, mind you, but here's a hamster trying to run out of a wok.
Abe died AGAIN??
from This Living Hand by Dean Young
It's not only the word roses
lurking inside neurosis or the fact
that most of my formal education
occurred in the midwest, so too
my summer job inhaling industrial
reactants should be considered.
It's an unstable world, babe.
Always an inner avalanche
as they say in receiving.
I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot
of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx
in utero, things would have turned out
differently. Instead, my mother
went right on eating lobster.
But where were we? . . .
While we retreat to our warm beds on chilly gray April days
The buds are budding and the green is advancing, come what May.
Whether you like Woody or not, this was one of the funniest pieces he's ever written.
My favorite comment was having to wait in line to jump off a building.
His last few films have also been very good.
Jeremy said...
[...]
My favorite comment was having to wait in line to jump off a building.
[...]
3:00 PM
Do you have your number in that line yet? Should we reserve you a place?
Peter Bella... I can't remember how it relates to reincarnation as a Lobster, after playing 18 holes of golf. I suspect that the Lobsters attacking Madoff triggered some thoughts that we at least try to defend property rights before we all become dinner for the Fairy Tale artists in and out of the Washington DC/News media axis.
Fav Woody joke:
"You see this watch? On his deathbed, my grandfather sold me this watch!"
I've lost interest in Woody Allen, as an artist and a man.
Sad.
No matter what his failings may be, Woody Allen knows how to make me laugh. :)
Hiding lobster at Kroger supermarket.
Pfff... what's Abe bitchin' about? He could've come back as a flea, and then where would he be? At least he's valued by the denizens of the city he used to inhabit, at 20+ bucks a pound. :D
Besides, didn't he do this to himself??
"(What a person comes back as) depends on the karmic potentialities (or "seeds") they have created with their actions and upon their state of mind at the time of death. If we die with a peaceful mind, this will stimulate a virtuous seed and we shall experience a fortunate rebirth; but if we die with a disturbed mind, in a state of anger, say, this will stimulate a non-virtuous seed and we shall experience an unfortunate rebirth."
Source: Wikipedia on reincarnation
I mean, Abe must'a done something to end up as dinner, right? So, what could he have done? Piss off a grouper (they eat lobsters)? Annoy a Maine lobsterman? Have nightmares of being on a platter at Locke-Ober (yeah, I know that's not in New York; gimme a break, I can't think of any iconing seafood restaurants outside of that one)?
;)
My favorite Woody bits:
- Hard boiled private dick Kaiser Lupowitz breaking up an intellectual call-girl ring (you'd meet the girl at the Plaza, see, and she'd talk Melville or Milton with you for an hour).
- The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep.
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