"Long Live the Emerald City!"

"Heads Up Pal!!"

 (...From Comments)

1. I wanna be Godzilla!
   
   Yum yum munchie munchie tasty hedge funders.
   
   Z
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   As for that guy in the vintage car, (...see two posts below), the law firm he works at is a foreclosure mill. NEMESIS - The Big Payback!
   
   These kind of pix seem to bring out my atavistic side.
   
   Z
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   Me too. My favorite scene in the world is of the "Creature from 20,000 Fathoms" eating that cop.
   
   Right a beat cop is standing on the NYC docks when this 500 foot lizards shows up. He takes a few pot shots at it...get this...then stops to reload.
   
   Well you could see it coming from a thousand miles away.
   
   Eh,...the Cop didn't.
   
   Uncle
   
   (Neat Cars Though.)
   
   

   

   
   Stay Tuned.

   
   

   
   

"Most of all..."

Why? Because Nobody will bring us National Health. Nobody will rebuild our crumbling infrastructure. Nobody will fix the fucked up Tax structure that lets the fucking Rich make out like the Bandits they are.

Also of course Nobody will improve the schools so that when the kids get out they can at least read, and be able to find their 'own' country on a map. Nobody for damned sure will bring economic Justice to this screwed fucked up country, and most certainly Nobody will defend what's left of our Rights as Citizens.

Most of all...

Nobody Loves You when you're Down, and OUT!


Stay Tuned. 

"Terror in Toy Town!"

"Boy Toys"

Yeah these are my "Boy Toy" warrior fantasies. Mind you I wouldn't last one engagement in the sky in a real war. Like my brother told me after he came back from Veit-Nam.

 "...You don't have a soldiers temperament. You'd hesitate before shooting, and get yourself, and everyone around you wasted."

Seriously true.

I couldn't do it...despite my fantasies. I tried to make up for my absence in one war by doing my bit in another. I was here in town for 9/11. However there was nothing to do since there were almost 'no' survivors.

No one to dig out.

This became clear after the first few hours. No survivors. That still haunts me. Just smoke fire wreckage, but no one to save. That's my only War Story.  I remember the fighters, too late to help, flying so low you could see the serial numbers on their tails.

They buzzed the City for days.

That, and the 'smell' that lasted till the next spring. Like an evil mixture of burnt plastic, and rotten meat.

Near 14 years later we're still fighting.


Stay Tuned.

"Waiting..."

Greetings Comrades how ya doing today. Me I'm still a bit weak, and nuts from my ongoing medical show. Bleep it I'm much better than before. I hate all that yucky stuff.

Sorry I didn't get out much today. I was going to the Park to take some snaps of the fall colors. Just as well the colors haven't really set in as yet, and it was a depressing foggy day anyway.

The Meds make me seriously sleepy. This makes it hard to finish up the pages of that Art Book I'm doing for class...well the three pages I had planned to finish.

They're all planned out, and I have one totally done. I think I can bang out the other two before tomorrow evening. At least I'll try.

Other than the mass murder corruption, and crummy TV shows things as proceeding as normal around here. I'm bored...a little less with the classes..., and generally uncertain.

Just like everyone else I'm "waiting" for that rather gigantic other shoe to fall.

Well see.


Stay Tuned.  

"Emerald City Dreams"

"Barbie at Home"