politics, that sebaceous cyst on your butt

when speaking to a reporter john kennedy once said, in regards to him not being a ‘true liberal’, ‘i’d be very happy to tell them that i am not a liberal at all.  i’m a realist.’

after jfk was elected and before he took office he said to his father, ‘jesus christ, this one wants that, that one wants this.  goddamn it, you can’t satisfy any of these people.  i don’t know what i’m going to do about it all.’  his father said, ‘jack, if you don’t want the job, you don’t have to take it.  they’re still counting votes up in cook county.’

both are quotes from, ‘an unfinished life, john f. kennedy 1917-1963′, by robert dallek.

no, sir, th’ dimmycratic party ain’t on speakin’ terms with itsilf.  whin ye see two men with white neckties go into a street car an’ set in opposite corners while wan mutters ‘traitor’ an’ th’ other hisses ‘miscreent’ ye can bet they’re two dimmycratic leaders thryin’ to reunite th’ gran’ ol’ party.
–finley peter dunne, ‘mr. dooley’s opinions’, 1901

many a man that could rule a hundred million strangers with an iron hand is careful to take off his shoes in the front hallway when he comes home late at night.
–finely peter dunne

he’s so much fun here’s one more.

the best husbands stay bachelors; they’re too considerate to get married.
–finely peter dunne

a friend of mine received this email from a friend of his up in oh, canada.

The way I understand it is:

Some of us old folks in New Brunswick, Canada cannot figure out why the Americans are even bothering to hold an election.

On one side, you have a bitch who is a lawyer, married to a lawyer and a lawyer who is married to a bitch who is a lawyer.

On the other side, you have a true war hero married to a woman with a huge chest who owns a beer distributorship.

Is there a contest here?

yeah, sebaceous cyst or spurting pustule.  politics.  i’m still not voting but i’m a political and historical junkie.  it’s my make-up or something.  in the genes i suppose.  any more i try and stay away from politics but like sister morphine it calls to me.  to come and partake in it’s bitter exotic  fruit.  i succumb.  slowly at first.  then it’s all hands on deck.  battle stations.  charlie is in the wire.  get my drift?  eventually the sebaceous cyst forms some place on my mien.  it hurts and i want no more of sweet sister morphine.  till the next time.

jmh 

 

turgid prose(?)

i’ve let this one sit and fester for a few days in the place where i let stuff sit and fester.  i have nothing else of any interest to yammer about today so i figure i might just as well send this one along it’s merry way down the blogging road.

i should probably be doing another music blog but yeah, well. i’m being side sliced or sidetracked as the case may be.  you gonna has to figure that one out on your own.  i’m tired.  in lots of ways.  like it matters.  i’ve spaced out on just what the fuck why i was here to begin with.  i think it was movies and their just total disregard for anything that resembles reality.

i find it hard to watch movies anymore.  pretty much any damn movie.  new ones to be damn sure.  i could just give a good flyin’ fuck about them.  new ones meaning anything at all that’s come out in the last 15 years or so.  capice?

of course, there was lots of crap before that too.  tons of it.  i’m actually surprised no one has contacted me to clean the movie shit up.  bag it.  and toss it in the freaking dumpster.

music too.  hey, we need you to come out and clean this crappy music up.  we can’t seem to get a handle on it.  it’s overwhelming us. 

earlier today i mentioned, in mr lowell’s blog, i had never seen forrest gump.  tis true.  what can i say?  other than hollyweird is just that, weird. i’ve given up on movies and music of the popular kind or the out and about kind or anything at all kind.   

it never used to be that way.  growing up movies ruled.  sorta like music did.  they both died.  neither rule anymore.  they both just suck ass these days.  ass of the really stinky kind. 

yeah, i imagine there’s stuff out there that you will and or can say is ok.  fine.  i could care less.  i might watch or listen to it some day just as a lark or just out of stumbling on to the damn thing.  don’t matter.  i probably ain’t gonna like it.  new movies or new music are like, no thanks, i’ll pass.  i don’t care. 

about all that’s left is sports.  sports and sports.  sadly that venue is fading fast as well.  major league baseball is a train wreck of major league proportions.  the nfl?  no thanks.  i could care less.  college football?  i love it but i see the day just over the horizon where i won’t love it anymore.  golf?  god’s game.  they fuck it up more and more every day.

see?  no, probably not.  the ennui and just inanity of it all makes me want to just end it.  yeah, i’ve joined that club.  i may or i may not.  shit just isn’t fun anymore. 

jmh 

 

 

desert island books

for those of you that missed it my friend, bubba, sorta semi challenged me to come up with my desert island books to more or less round out the whole desert island thingy.  or at least round it out for the time being.  i’ve gone and changed this at least 5 times.  maybe this one will stick until i hit the whatever button.

i’ve been an avid reader since i was a wee laddie. though i must say i was never much into the classics.  or deep thought stuff.  i find both to be ponderous and sleep provoking.  i suppose i missed tons of stuff and i’ll get lots of hey, stupid, go read this or that.  whatever.  i’m getting old and the thought of reading some moldy stuff that maybe i should have read years ago really sends a chill up my spine and makes me sleepy just thinking about.  i’m not really interested.

one thought though is my little desert island is going to start getting crowded with all this extra stuff i’m dragging along.  i may have to move.

also before i get going i’m not sure if ‘collected works’ are allowed in the desert island book category.  i’m thinkin’ it’s my list so i’m including them.  any the ways, a collected work(s) here means one book with all the authors work in it.

1. william shakespeare — ‘the collected works’ whether he wrote the stuff or chris marlowe wrote it or the earl of somebody another wrote it or francis bacon wrote it.  doesn’t really matter.  the stuff sings and rocks.  ‘macbeth’ being my favorite. followed by ‘julius caesar’, ‘hamlet’, ‘romeo and juliet’, ‘the merchant of venice’ and on and on in no real particular order.

2. raymond chandler — ‘the collected works’, how could you not love ‘the big sleep’?  the movie or the book.  ‘lady in the lake’, where my hometown gets mentioned along with euclid ave and grapes.  pretty sweet.  plus the guy writes like an angel.  i should write a tenth as well.

3. richard cook & brian morton — ‘the penguin guide to jazz on cd, lp & casstte’  a 1,300 pages plus tome dealing with what the title says it does.  it also tells you a bit about the musicians.  something to page through on a rainy desert isle day and go…damn, i should have stuck that one on my music list.

4. james ellroy — ‘white jazz’  an amazing book to be sure.  a sorta stream of conscious noir cop book.  city of lost angels style.  one of the best books ever written.  there’s a case to be made for  ‘hollywood confidential’ as well.  or how about ‘brown’s requiem’?  or his ‘american tabloid’. the man grabs the jugular and doesn’t let go. things don’t get much better.

5. ‘the bible’.  lots of good stories to read whether you believe them or not.  doesn’t matter.  i was particularly fond of the book of isiah as a child. lutheran fire and brimstone i suppose.

6. hunter s. thompson — ‘fear and loathing in las vegas’  a classic book.  plus hunter is another of my mentors, as it were.  i love his style.  i read in another of his books that his intent for the vegas story was to have it published un-edited.  just print it up the way it came in over the fax machine or in the old days, the wire, or as he called it, the mojo wire.  stick it in a book and sell it.  pure gonzo writing.  an idea close to my heart.

7. michael connelly — ‘the last coyote’ connelly’s series of books dealing with harry bosch, lapd homicide, are pure magic.  you could put anyone of those books here.  i’ve read them all 3 or 4 times each.  and since they are all in paperback i’m bringing them along.  screw it.  harry would.

8. robert a. caro — ‘the years of lyndon johnson’ a glorious 3 book series, so far.  part 1 ‘the path to power’, part 2 ‘means of ascent’, part 3 ‘master of the senate’.  political writing doesn’t get much better and lbj is or was a fascinating man.

9. john laurence — ‘the cat from hue, a vietnam war story’  i’ve mentioned this book before.  a wonderful piece of writing by a cbs newsman who was there for a long time. 

10. stephen ambrose — ‘three volumn bio set of richard nixon’ from his birth to his comeback in the late 90’s.  probably one of the more vilified folks in recent history.  none the less, a fascinating man and a series with lots of history.  ah, yeah, i guess it would.    

there you go.  not what you expected or maybe it was.  a strange brew of odds and ends.  if i’m going to drag a bunch of books out to that desert island they are going to have to be something i enjoyed reading.  those on the list are pretty much what i like to read.

oh, there’s lots of other books and authors.  john steinbeck and his tortilla trilogy.  graham green’s ‘the heart of the matter’ or a few others of his.  charles bukowski’s prose comes to mind.  sometimes his poetry as well.  a new guy i recently stumbled onto, lee child and his jack reacher stuff.  robert crais and his early elvis cole writings.  stephen hunter and the swagger family, earl and son.  decent biographies of folks that i have an interest in like bad back jack and his irish clan or certain musicians.  it’s all a personal thing and i could go on and on.  books are your friends. 

jmh

desert island movies

oh, what the hell, right?  sure why not.  it gets us all away from the skeeviness of the current political deal that’s unfolding right before our very eyes. 

ok.  so if i was gonna do this desert island movie deal on the same desert island i’m doing my desert island music along with a couple of hot asian babes and some nice iced chinese beer or bottle of vino or three or some very very cold absolut.  yeah, it’s a run-on sentence going nowhere.  i’d be needing me either a nice theater set-up or a 62 ford falcon wagon in which to watch and play around in while the movies were playing on the large drive-in screen or flat screen tv.  though i guess when you really think about it they are actually one in the same.  just from different eras.  but both the same.  drifting i know.  but you have to set stuff up or it’s…

1. ‘the godfather 1 & 2′.  no doubt.  it has to be right up on top.  plus they have to be as one.  though there’s a case to be made for part 3 as well.  it doesn’t sing at all and it sucks but it does sorta round stuff out.  3 ain’t on the list.

2. ‘apocalypse now’.  i originally saw this in one of those old cinerama dome thingys and i was ducking bullets.  a great movie.  i’m still not sure if i like the re-deux deal he did a few years ago.  i think it slows things down and just gets in the way of the other stuff.

3. ‘abbott and costello meet frankenstein’.  yeah, boy, this is right up in the top ain’t it?  it should be.  my goodness, you have bud and lou at their finest along with bella, lon jr, and frankie.  though not boris’ frank but good enough.  i saw this one for the first time on tv as a little kid one halloweenie night.  it scared the crap out of me while i was laughing at bud and lou.

4. ‘full metal jacket’.  love you long time and me so horny.  yeah, baby.  not as dreamy as number 2 on this list but it gets the job done.  stellar.

5. ‘good fellas’.  a great movie and i watch it every chance i get even if it’s on cable loaded up with commercials.  plus it’s got tony soprano’s shrink in it and she is still one of the hottest non-asian babes going.          

6.  ‘invasion of the body snatchers’.  the original b/w deal.  another scary movie.  this one supposedly has cold war overtones.  i was always too scared to notice any of that in the movie.

7.  ’she wore a yellow ribbon’.  you have to have the duke in any top ten movie list or you really aren’t paying attention to the movies.  it could be any movie from his vast catalog but one or more must be in there.  she wore a yellow ribbon is a great film about old soldiers and being in love.  also see number 10. 

8.  ‘a fistful of dollars’.  if only for bringing clint to the screen so he could do what he did after this one.  none the less it re-wrote cowboy movies. one more time.

9.  ’stagecoach’.  the original b/w version though the outlaw color version with willy, kris and waylon is pretty good too.  just goes to show what a good script and idea can do if you let it roll.  plus it’s that other duke film i was talking about.  yeah, the comancheros, rio bravo, the searchers, the quiet man, fort apache, the sands of iwo jima…

10.  ‘my darling clementine’.  well, it’s hank fonda doing what he did so well along with john ford and monument valley doing what they both did so well.  as a matter of fact monument valley is still doing it to this very day.  a glorious place.  when visiting be sure to stop at the burger king and visit the ww2 navajo code talkers shrine inside the burger king.  yes, it’s a bit surreal but what about life isn’t?  

there they are my top 10 desert island movies.  of course, i’ve left off numerous good ones.  then there’s ‘pulp fiction’.  ouch.  i still don’t get that one and i’ve never been able to sit thru the whole thing and yes i’ve tried a few times and i really don’t want to hear how great the movie is ok?  thanks.  because i do not like it.  period.  same goes for ‘gone with the wind’.  that one i’ve sat thru.  several times.  unfortunately.

then there’s oliver stone. i guess it’s because i don’t care for his work.  the only movie by him i actually enjoyed was ‘natural born killers’.  the rest of his stuff i have no use for.

sure there’s ‘dr strangelove’, ‘the pink panther’ series with peter, antonino’s cult classic ‘blow-up’, zeffirelli’s ‘romeo and juliet’, ‘bullet’, ‘the big sleep’, ‘the african queen’, ‘treasure of the sierra madre’, ‘bonnie and clyde’, ‘the wild bunch’, ‘the magnificent 7′, ‘the bellboy’, ‘12 o’clock high’, ‘psycho’, ‘north by northwest’, fellini, ‘vertigo’…i think you get the drift.  amazing stuff.  plus there’s scores and scores more. 

we all have our favorites.  some are the same and some aren’t even on the same planet.  doesn’t matter. damn, let’s just nuke some popcorn up and slip a dvd into the machine.  kick back and enjoy.

jmh

desert island music re-visited or new and improved?

this started out to be a whole mind numbing run down of a old lp i came across a few weeks ago.  stuff i hadn’t heard in a very long time.  yeah, like 30 plus years.  the problem being someone did a short blog on this band last week with a youtube video stuck in it for good measure.  my mind numbing thunder had been stolen.  so here i am trying to deal with it.

i’ve looked over the 10 lp’s/cd’s and there really isn’t anything i’d change.  i could stick some other stuff in there but then i’d be missing the original stuff.  you don’t miss your water till the well runs dry.

so maybe an alternate 10 cd desert island music list is needed just in case of some sort of musical emergency or just because i still need to yammer about this one old lp in particular.  the other parameters still stand from the original.  i won’t repeat them here because i do that enough as it is and if you really care you can read the original.    

1. the byrds — ’sweetheart of the rodeo’.  just an amazing piece of country music with some of the best peddle steel guitar you are gonna hear this side of hilo hattie and her old b/w tv show from hilo, hawaii in the 50’s.  or perhaps spade cooley and his band on local l.a. tv every weekend back in those same b/w 50’s as well.  even if you aren’t a fan of country music this will make you a fan or there’s sumpin’ wrong someplace.

2. tower of power — ‘east bay grease’.  that’s the one i’ve been obsessing on for the past few weeks.  well, actually it’s a greatest hits cd by the band.  so i suppose you could interchange either one.  however, ‘east bay grease’ was my introduction to them.  i’m really not sure just how far east they went from their oakland, ca roots.  hence, east bay grease not to be confused with whatever was going on over in the city or frisco as us un-enlightened ones loved calling san francisco just to piss them off.  drifting.  if you have never heard tower of power you are missing some of the best soul, r and b, and funk to ever be laid out on vinyl. hands down.  just another horn band laying down some good stuff.  not chicago, or blood, sweat and tears, or cold blood.  nope.  tower of power.  tight ass horn riffs with a bass line along with drums to make any band jealous.  ‘you got to funkifize’, ‘your still a young man’, ’soul vaccination’, and the truly hip ‘what is hip’.  try it you’ll like it.

3. peter green’s fleetwood mac — ‘live at the marquee’.  yes, the original and still the best fleetwwod mac.  just crunched out down home blues.

4. fleetwood mac — ‘men of the world’. a newer lovely 2 cd package of some more old fleetwood mac from the old days. the original ‘black magic woman’ and ‘oh well’ make it worth your while.

5. frank sinatra — ‘live at the sands’.  a great lp with old blue eyes belting em out backed by the count basie band.  sweet.  it doesn’t get much better.

6. the rolling stones — ‘beggars banquet’. some great stuff including the greatest sing a long line ever from ’sympathy for the devil’.

7. the rolling stones — ‘now’. ‘pain in my heart’ and ‘little red rooster’

8. the rolling stones — ‘out of our heads’.  ‘under assistant west coast promotion man’. along with ’satisfaction’.

9. the rolling stones — ‘aftermath’.  ‘think’ and the countrified tunes ‘flight 505 ‘ and ‘high and dry’.  along with the 11 minute masturbatory grand finale ‘going home’.

10. cream — ‘fresh cream’.  their first lp. 

there ya go.  my alternate desert island lp’s. of course no top 10 worth it’s salt could be with out a runner-up.  this list is no exception.  my runner-up would be a double cd of stevie ray vaughan & double trouble’s ‘greatest hits’.  actually it just might be interchangeable with ‘fresh cream’ depending on the mood and the moment.

jmh

another rock and roll great

this guy you probably haven’t heard of unless you’ve been a long time reader of this blog.  his name is, john harrelson, and he’s been writing and playing music with a passion for over 40 years.  writing and playing with more skill than a vast number of the folks you listen to every day.  just sayin’.  you can check him out at http://johnharrelson.com or at http://cdbaby.com/cd/harrelson  i hope you do.

the first photo is a fairly recent one.  it’s what john lives to do.  perform and play one of his vintage guitars with that passion i was talking about.    

the second photo is from the 80’s and my favorite of john.  it might have been the 80’s but it has an early 70’s allman brothers vibe going for it.

rock and roll.

jmh

the greatest rock and roll band ever…

the rolling stones.

 

 

jmh

cell phone hell

yeah,  that pretty much covers it.  virgin mobile sucks big time.  i’d had the damn service for well over a year.  things started out ok but then most things do.  it’s the long haul that kills deals. 

i really don’t need a cell phone.  other than while  out on the road.  you need one now a days with all the dumb ass crazies and what not out there.  emergencies.  or whatever. 

i’d used my phone a few times.  not that much.  maybe 2 or 3 times a month.  very little but the minutes never seemed to roll over like i was told and mysterious $10 calls showed up.  yeah.  so i questioned them and was told by this very nice guy that i was getting stung by a text message scam.  virgin mobile had nothing to do with it.  yeah, dumb fuck me.

ok.  so i ditched the text msg deal on the phone. i never used it anyhow.  the dude tells me things am cool now.  ah huh, an i gots me a nice bridge to sell you. 

of course things aren’t anywhere near cool.  nothing is getting rolled over and my balance is still shrinking.  i’m like, say what the fuck? 

g/f has virgin mobile.  she has none of the problems i’m having.  none.  zip.  zilch.  nada.  what gives? 

i called them yesterday and after way too long on hold and way too much listening to just shitty crappy music i finally get a real person.  american.  not indo or some other offshore place.  well, alright things are looking up.  maybe they were but if they were i couldn’t tell.  the drifts get higher.

why yes, you have this and no you don’t have that.  and i’m like what?  ah, i thought i had this cleared up last time i called you tools 4 months ago.  the guy assured me shit was straightened out.

no, sir.  you have been billed for $10 phone calls you authorized.  say what asshole?  come again.  yes, the $10 phone calls were not virgin mobile but from someplace else.  i don’t answer the phone lessen i know who it is or if i do answer i hang up soonest if it ain’t someone i know.  bottom line is the phone is off most of the time.  so how the hell can i get billed for $10 phone calls?  well, sir, we have no way of knowing what you signed up for in other places.  look.  i haven’t signed up for shit anywhere.  well, that’s what you say.  what!?!?!?! 

while that sad exchange is going on the broad was also dealing with my platinum visa.  a rock solid account with a major bank.  a bank i had just gotten off the phone with a bit earlier.  i’d been checking stuff.  ah, sir.  this account is no good.  the verification number on the back of the card you gave me isn’t working.  i’ve tried 3 times.

yeah, my head is about to explode.  look.  the fucking card is ok.  crap.  this blows.  i’m canceling my account with you folks.  that’s fine let me connect you with someone else to help you.

oh my fucking god.  more time on hold to experience  even more rancid crappy fucking popular music.  are our young just so fucking out if it?  i’m guessing so.

finally a stupidvisor comes on the line.  i deal it out.  the whole sad history.  it’s the same shit.  we don’t know what you have signed up for and those $10 calls are not virgin mobile.  ok. look for the last time i have not signed up for anything.  i think you folks are a rip off.  well, we don’t know what you have signed up for and we aren’t responsible.  plus your card isn’t working.  my fucking card is fine.  i’ve had the goddamn thing for almost 20 years.  i just spoke to them not long ago and the card is way the fuck ok. 

so then i get, if you increase your monthly payment amount you won’t be having these problems.  say what?  yes, if you increase your basic stuff the…whoa.  stop.  i’m not increasing anything because you folks don’t seem to be able to get anything right.  sir, i don’t have to listen to any of this.  ok.  ok.  fine.  cancel my account.  NOW!!!!!!!!!!  i don’t give a good goddamn what you want other than you cancel my account RIGHT NOW!!!!!!  you people are fucking crooks.  rip off artists.  sir, i…yeah, fine whatever.  is the account canceled?  yes…i hung up.  ooofffa.

just amazing what business assholes try and get away with or actually do get away with.  guess it’s like the g/f says…all business people are crooks.  a bit of a stretch but ya know i’m coming around to her chinese way of thinking.  a paranoid’s heaven.  well, for another time.

i signed up for another service today.  i need a phone out on the road while i’m dealing with parents who live at least 40 miles away.  i hope it works.  i hope i don’t get fucked.  i probably will at some point.  it’s a 2 year contract.  shit.

jmh

memories of el monte part 2

old school whether it be golf or old doo wop seems to have died over the weekend.  being yourself isn’t allowed any longer out on the golf course.  doing what you’ve always done out there can’t be done anymore.  i alluded to tommy bolt in yesterday’s part one.  tommy was a fiery irishman with quite the temper.  a man of personality and a passion for his game.  a very good golfer who in today’s world of corporate greed and the watering down of golf and everything else, tommy would not fit in very well.  and i’m also very sure he wouldn’t have put up with their bullshit either.

here’s a short bio of tommy bolt and a few quotes.
Born: March 31, 1918, in Haworth, Oklahoma
Nickname: “Terrible Tommy” because of his on-course temper. Sometimes called “Thunder” for the same reason.
Tour Victories:
15
Major Championships:
1
U.S. Open: 1958
Awards and Honors:
• Member, World Golf Hall of Fame
• Member, U.S. Ryder Cup team, 1955, 1957
• Tommy Bolt: “Always throw clubs ahead of you, that way you won’t waste any energy going back to pick them up.”
• Ben Hogan: “If we could’ve screwed another head on his shoulders, Tommy Bolt could have been the greatest who ever played.”
• Tommy Bolt: “Never break your driver and putter in the same round.”

there’s a story about tommy that’s been around for years.  i’m not sure if it’s true or not but it really doesn’t matter as it sums up his playing in a nutshell.  tommy was having a particularly bad day out on the course and he was breaking or throwing his clubs into any available water.  along with tossing out some of his more spirited epitaphs.  by the time he was at the 9th or 10th hole he asked his caddy for his driver.  his caddy handed him a pitching wedge.  goddamn it, i want my driver.  the wedge is the only club left in the bag, was the caddies response.

yes, old school is dead.  it got thrown under the bus.  i suppose it’s been dead for a number of years but the last shovel full of dirt was thrown on the coffin this past weekend in augusta, georgia by the pga and the augusta national board of elders.

a board of elders who have not been in tune with much of real life for many a year.  a board of elders who still to this day won’t allow women to become members.  oh, a woman can play the course but only if invited by a member.  ok.  sure it’s their club and i suppose they should be able to do what they want with it membership wise.  but if you are gonna go and get all amped up about golfers swearing because they made a bad shot then you may as well let woman in as members.  what the fuck? 

i spent some time in augusta back in 1970.  april to be exact.  the month of the masters.  i never got anywhere near augusta national.  i was in the army at the time and it was made more or less fairly clear that lowly army draftees were not welcome to go ‘looking’ at the hallowed shrine of golf.  i guess i could have but i may as well have been a black man looking to marry into the the augusta national board of elders.  that’s not gonna happen either.

i really didn’t care much for augusta.  not because i wasn’t welcome at the club.  hell, i’m still not welcome in most places.  that doesn’t bother me.  i didn’t care for augusta because the place stank.  stank of the paper mills and whatever they were belching into the air.  trust me, i’d rather smell cow shit.  plus it was just another army town with  army town sensibilities.  an oppressive atmosphere to be sure. 

oh, carmel and pebble beach are or used to be an army town.  i spent time there in the army as well at ft ord.  i think the big difference there was and is pebble beach is a public golf course.  anyone can play the course.  make a reservation, cough up the $300 plus green fees, and go for it.  pacific ocean vistas and golf.  it doesn’t get much better.          

all that being said, augusta national is one of the finest courses in the world.  if not the finest test of golf imaginable when it’s set up for the past weekends event.  i’m just disappointed in golf and augusta and their no more swearing rule deal or whatever.  spoken or unspoken.  doo wop is dead.  golf is gonna die too if they won’t let personalities be personalities.  after all personality is what makes things interesting.  tiger woods has personality and passion for his game.  under most circumstances personality and passion should never be stifled.

yeah, i’ve been all over the place here.  but that’s pretty much standard.  plus i’ve repeated myself a bit.  also standard.  however, before i go there’s an old tommy lasorda interview tape that has surfaced on sports radio off and on over the years.  i guess you can find it someplace if you are interested or just call your local sports talk radio station and ask em to play it.  they must have a copy.  it might even be on youtube these days.  tommy lasorda is another man of personality and passion about his game.  he was interviewed after a game in which dave kingman of the mets hit a few home runs.  the tape has personality.  tommy lasorda has personality.  every other word is bleeped out.  it’s hilarious.  it’s a man being what he is.  not something the corporate suits or some board of elders with their thongs all twisted and stuck up their ass telling him what to be do or say.   

jmh   

memories of el monte

yeah, memories of augusta.  oh, what?  it doesn’t jibe?  teen queen doo wop and the augusta?  i guess.  stick around it just might.  but prolly not. 

el monte legion stadium or whatever.  50’s early 60’s doo wop.  some of the finest live music happening anywhere on the planet.  at the time.  king doo wop.  my goodness.  augusta georgia the masters same old same old.  there are shrines and then there’s a shrine.

golf.  augusta and the masters.  doo wop?  el monte legion stadium.  simple and pure.  sadly, el monte legion stadium is gone.  ok.  i’m pretty sure it is but if it ain’t you don’t want to be anywhere near the place these days if it is still a happening joint.  trust me.  the same might pertain to augusta as well.

el monte legion stadium and doo wop.  a socal kingdom in it’s own right.  augusta, ga and golf a kingdom in it’s own right.

sadly the el monte place is dead and gone and the latter day saints of the place just roam the streets of socal with their radios blaring just god awful shit and at un-godly levels of noise and stupidity.

tiger woods was stupid today at augusta as well.  all though at a much more quiet level.  yeah, he even toned down his goddamns and stuff after a bad shot.  i think that might be his problem.  yeah, he’s profane.  i think he’s always been that way but the fucking pc world of fucking today won’t tolerate that kinda fucking stit.  sadly. 

yeah, i think that was his problem this week at augusta.  he wasn’t allowed to be himself.  he wasn’t allowed to be the golfer he grew up being.  no untoward outbursts.  no goddamns.  no fucks.  no fucking nothing.  sigh. 

the pantie in a knot fuck wads have won.  the augusta national elite dicks won.  sadly.  no swearing by tiger or any other goffer allowed.  what the mother fucking deal is up with that shit?  fuck that.

the augusta national elite fucks have always been an uptight lot.  they’ve been around for eons.  it’s after all one of the majors.  tiger has won 4 at his young age.  he may never win another.  golf has gone pc.  no more swearing.  no more lip reading dumb fucks on the tv.  no more.  no no no no.  we can’t have it.  jesus fucking chrysler.  god love him, tommy bolt, is turning in his grave.      

fuck that.  yeah, tiger just couldn’t pull it out today.  the young kids fell out of it sans one.  but if tiger could have played his game he grew up with including just ripping off a fucking goddamn shit fucking load of un pc expletives he would have won.

ok.  you don’t believe me and that’s fine.  the goff fuck wads laid it out.  no more goddamns or what the fuck ever after a bad shot.  we the elite of golf are on tv and god fucking forbid kids learn how to fucking cuss and shit.  jesus, let’s all just be pc pussies here.  fucking ass wipe pga and augusta national in particular.  they have thrown the game of goff off.  tiger in particular.  the others as well. 

we all have ways of dealing with bad shit.  we have been dealing with bad shit forever.  we have been dealing with bad shit in what the fuck ever way forever as well.  if it means saying goddamn or fuck or suck my ass clean or what the fuck ever.  doesn’t matter.  it’s how we fucking deal with a bad shot or break.

being told by the gods of goff not to say these things we have or tiger or any of the other goffers have been saying since they were a kid is just fucking goddamn ridicules.  oh, yeah, all of a sudden augusta national is all about the kids and goff.  goff is all about the kids and goff.  goff is fucking with goff.  fucking pc shit is everywhere and it just makes me want to take the .357 out of the fucking closet and jam a round into my fucking head.  trust me. i’m fucking serious. 

let’s just fucking ruin everything.  let’s make a pro goffer who has the language of a fucking pirate, out on the course, change his whole fucking goddamn game just because goff is worried no one watches or plays anymore.  fuck that and the goff elites.  the augusta national pantie in a knot dick wads in particular. 

more on this later.  i’m fucking livid.

jmh