Instead of the Super Bowl

How bout lets look at the last pics of 2006?

































Don't follow the lights!

the Bitch is Back

I can't believe it's been so long.

When I first realized that Daddy's being drunk would rip the household into shreds, I followed my sister's example and burst into tears and retreated into our room.
She couldn't help me when she was so upset.
Perhaps this is when I began going into the closet. I spent a great deal of time in that walk-in closet. I had a lamp whose shade was a set of four of those big-eyed harlequin children prints. They were so freakin' beautiful! I'd turn that little lamp on and read, read, read. I also used to burn candles & melt crayons down the side in there, but I digress.
A little later, one night when Daddy was drunk, and I guess my sister wasn't home, but my brother was about to leave in his OWN CAR, and I said "Can I come with you?" and he LET ME! and I realized that a driver's license was a ticket to freedom! I was very lucky to have such a cool big brother. We just rode around and listened to the radio. I don't think we said much that night.
Then later, one night we were all at the kitchen table eating supper when the Drunk started his Shit again. I don't remember who left first; I think is was Sis, having already burst into tears. For the first time I didn't follow her. I was hungry. I think Mama went next, and then after yet another smart-assed remark from Daddy, the Bro left too. I was still eating my supper. I didn't plan to let them ruin my meal.
Daddy looked at me and said "Lee, you the only one-a my family that will stand up to me. I like that."
Needless to say, that was etched into my brain for later use.
Of course, even later still, I was the only buffer zone left between Mama & Daddy, and I didn't appreciate the position, nor did I appreciate them using me against each other in their little war of ethics, standards & practices. So I used the knowledge I'd gained, and I chose to be strong, cry, run, hide AND drink, but I never turned into the bitch that was my Mama.
Instead I turned into a bitch of my very own devise.

In Search of the URU Guru!

United Rebels of the Universe, unite! The time is NOW!

REBEL:
rebel (r?-b?l')
intr.v., -belled, -belling, -bels.
To refuse allegiance to and oppose by force an established government or ruling authority.
To resist or defy an authority or a generally accepted convention.
To feel or express strong unwillingness or repugnance: She rebelled at the unwelcome suggestion.
n. rebel (r?b'?l)
One who rebels or is in rebellion: He is the perfect recruit for fascist movements: a rebel not a revolutionary, contemptuous yet envious of the rich and involved with them (Stanley Hoffman).
Rebel A Confederate soldier.

[Middle English rebellen, from Old French rebeller, from Latin rebell?re : re-, re- bell?re, to make war (from bellum, war). N., Middle English, rebellious, rebel, from Old French rebelle, from Latin rebellis, from rebell?re.]

from Wikipedia:
Famous rebels


Malcolm X


Bhagat Singh


Jack Cade


Bohdan Chmielnicki


James Connolly


Michael Davitt


Francis of Assisi


Mahatma Gandhi


Owain Glynd?r


Che Guevara


Ammon Hennacy


Helgi Hóseasson


Stonewall Jackson


Robert E Lee


Martin Luther


Martin Luther King


Maccabees


Jake Mooney


Subcomandante Marcos


Francis Meagher


Tipu Sultan


John Mitchel


Emelyan Pugachov


Rani Lakshmi Bai


Vladimir Lenin


Stenka Razin


William Smith O'Brien


Subash Chandra Bose


Spartacus


Leo Tolstoy


Leon Trotsky


Pancho Villa


George Washington


Emiliano Zapata


The Unknown Rebel



Hey hey hey I was BORN a Rebel!!

Hallelujah!!

I declare myself Chairman of the Mississippi Chapter of the URU, unless someone comes up with a better name...

"How could these atrocities have happened"

they said on the NBC news just now.
"Because it's a war"
said azalea.

There's idiots willing to spend their lives branded in order to take just a chance on having sex with 13- and 14-year old girls. They really ARE everywhere, it seems.

There's babies right down the street here, being neglected and/or abused in some way or another.

There's CEO's living in palatial splendor while the individuals who do the manual labor for them can't feed a family of four.

And it's a war, so some Marines gunned down unarmed, hands-on-their-heads-civilians. The "Other Countries" are not the only ones who commit atrocities. Don't you all know this yet?

War IS and act of Terrorism.

And God continues to rain down both blessings and damnation upon the just and the unjust, in a seemingly chaotic way.

There are wars to be fought RIGHT HERE, ya'll, but without guns & bombs. And our National Guard should be at home, guarding their nation, not on the other side of the world playing crusaders. We have GOT to put down the bombs.

Read the history of the atomic bomb. It really is up to the US to lead the way toward world peace, and we've blown it for the next several years.

My personal fantasy is that someday any type of firearm will be illegal. That's just how silly I am.

When DOES Death take a F*&%in' Holiday?

They're tired of my talk of death & despair over at mySpace, so here I am.

I tried to help a baby bird last week, to no avail. It died.

Oh well, at least we weren't attached.

But not so my Frog.

I really had feelings for that Frog. He actually hopped up to me once, and I had witnesses. He let me pet him everyday. And always let me take lots of pictures. He also, I believe, sired several litters of tadpoles. KC says "he" could be a "she" but I don't think so.

I came home one day after work a couple weeks ago to find my potted water lily overturned in the pond, and the water was all muddy. So I had to clean that out, and clean, and clean, and then the pump stopped up, so I got me a Bud Light and a Phillip's screwdriver and got to work.

I have not seen that frog since that morning.

Now, in the meantime, I have almost made friends with this raccoon, who is adorable.

Got some pics. Good. He'd gotten a little tame for me too. Precious!

But then talking with my sister who is far more knowledgeable about wildlife than I, I now understand that the raccoon probably killed the frog. See, the cat won't go into the pond after the little hoppers, but a raccoon will tear up jack. AND kill frogs.

So now I'm totally pissed with Rocky. If I had a gun, I'd lay in wait and kill the cute little rascal! And make a hat out of his cute little ass! And make a mask out of his face...

Damn I just got REAL morbid...

So anyhow, here's Rocky. He won't be around long enough to get any more pictures made.

And here's my friend of 2 years, who I now believe is gone...

I guess I'll have to get myself one of these:

"Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City"
-springsteen

There...Death just took a holiday for about 20 minutes while I made this blog for you!

Love!!
Aza the Black

I can't jump on EVERY bandwagon!

At the age of 44, I've had to prioritize my issues.

Atheism happens to be my #1. I'm slowly paving the way to a documentary (or at least the occasional blog!) on the subject.

I started out spreading the word of Pantheism and Tolerance, but it seems the tolerance movement is getting nowhere.

The Fundamentalists have taken what little faith I had & torn it to shreds, and that has made it easier to plunge on in where no proper lady dare go:

All religions are the inventions of man, and it's fucking ridiculous to expect to educate our children, encourage them to expand their horizons by reading, and learning, and then simultaneously expect them to believe that Jesus was born from a virgin, died to SAVE US FROM HELL, then rose again, having already paid for our sins, etc, etc, etc.

I only want to ask that if you want to be a Christian, a follower of Jesus Christ, then you should continually study his words, say his prayers, and pay attention to the things he said the most!

1. Jesus always stressed LOVE.

2. Jesus encouraged us to not worry about the morals of others.

3. "In my father's house there are many mansions..." think about what that might mean.



Drop your old testament. Once Jesus came, his word had authority over the old testament laws. You cannot teach us this on one day and then bring up shit like homosexuality, witchcraft, and tattos the next saying "It's an abomination!!".

Pick a side and stay there.

Stop worshipping the words of Paul. He is responsible for the very first widespread heresy. Read it. Then read every word attributed to Jesus Christ. It's not the same.

St. John the Divine was exiled on the island of Patmos, I think, for heresy when he is purported to have had the Revelations, which are either a. happening all the time, like an unending loop of time , space, good, and evil. or b. have proven time and time again to be real. Can't you see how the prophecies have already played out, and don't you understand that the end could be any day now? or c. the delusional ramblings of a skitzo holy man, isolated from everyone. Hell, I'd probably have visions too!

To My Secret Minions:

I see someone has been here. Maybe it's just random blog-surfing; I wouldn't know. But if you want me to write more depressing anecdotes, or post more inspiring photos of my yard (it's all a-bloom now!), just hit me with a comment, yo!









I am nobody's troublemaker!!