Remembering their Intentions

"A partnership based on Konsultation, Kooperation and Kollective action." ~ G.H.W. Bush

"The best way to do hope is through a form of government" ~ G.W. Bush

Impotent Kings

It is fitting that the most popular morning radio talk show for the entirety of the Bush Cartel's reign of terror and destruction is Howard Stern, out of N.Y.C.

Downright Biblical.

Especially since he repeatedly advocates that the only solution for Peace in the Middle East is to allow Israel to annihilate every neighbor that contests their expansion through nuclear war, turning their lands into one huge parking lot.

I was in elementary school when i began listening to his show. It was pure genius.

To summarize:

He was a N.Y.C. local who was raised in the traditions of Judaism, Rock and Roll, and Television. His radio pedigree began with his father, who had spent decades in the recording studios of the Big Apple, allowing Howard access to that world from birth.

He was agnostic, irreverent, horny, brave and disgusting. His show revealed a world of people and jokes that had never seen public exposure. He had inhaled, and snorted, and loved quaaludes. When Nancy Reagan was telling us to "JUST SAY NO!" (while popping her pills), Howard had already said yes. He did not advocate drug abuse, but was not afraid to discuss and acknowledge it.

He was married and monogamous. He was raising children that continued his ancestors' Jewish traditions. His wife was an angel.

By declaring his spiritual doubts live every morning, by renouncing his ancestral faith to all of the listeners, he was (and is) a spiritual warrior.

Kings cannot ascend thrones without allies. His were priceless.

1~ His Queen, Robin Ophelia Quivers. A smart, accepting, challenging, proud, patriotic, sexy and single black woman. As a Christian, her tolerance of Howard's statements and antics passively enabled the God-fearing public to enter his show's dysfunctional universe.

2~ His General, the brilliant and subversive maestro of the subconscious... Fred Norris. He was the show's bard, using any sound to sculpt the show's mood and direction.

3~ His Court Jester, the Jewish pothead known as Jackie the Jokeman. He was also the resident elder on the show.

4~ His Governor, Baba Booey... whom he openly ridiculed and occasionally despised (but allowed to produce the show)... the sycophantic, good-hearted Gary Dell'Abate.

5~ His Town Cryer, the offensive but lovable Stuttering John.


The King of All Media sat on his throne first as a hero of his own design, Fartman. Using his mastery of the N.Y.C. English language and slang, he wrapped himself in the American flag and called the Iranian Embassy. The U.S. military had just killed 290 innocent civilians when they shot down an Iranian passenger jet.

As Fartman, Howard told the man at the embassy that he sided with America on that horrible situation, because Iran had killed 9 hostages, and then he delivered his intended message, which was a bunch of farts.



Those farts propelled him to his ascendancy. Now he cuts deals for half a Billion dollars and he holds the entire satellite radio industry in the palm of his hand.

He doesn't call embassies anymore... but his colleagues are enlisted by the U.S. Military to go on trips to Afghanistan and support our troops.

His shows now focus on finding media references to himself and dissecting them. Or exploring his fear of direct physical contact with the natural world and the people within it. Or defending the words that fly out of his mouth when they make waves that he can see.

Like David Letterman, his humor grows more bitter and self-involved day by day.

Who or what can usurp his rule?

America continues to tune in, waiting to see.

Pipedreams from the heart of a Flash Mob Phoenix...

"Love is faster than the internet.

As we go from this time (and maybe to another) I hope for love and no pain to be there when we get there.

I hope. Two words with supercharged, jacked up meaning and the key to what we need.

All I have is hope, because if you say you pray, you bring religion into it. I ain't scared of nobody. F 'em. It ain't worth it. What they gonna do, kill ya? Whats' the difference, man?
This is where the faggots get it twisted. They scared to die because when they were in their prime-time they gave a fuck about everything and they forever want to return to that feeling and experience.

I got everything in my head. Listen, I have the screenplay for a Broadway play. I contain a pop concert. I cannot separate myself from the spiritual and physical. It's like tendons, muscles, joints, nerves. Break it off. I am getting a headache.

(After a short nap)

Everything we experience as a human has a feeling attached to it, faggot. Scientists say we have only five senses. If I only have five senses, I exist as a retard, and that's what we are. It is impossible to know how many senses we have. We miss opportunities. We have obligations as humans. By nature, it's evil.

The Bible said rebellion is a bitch. And you're gonna pay the consequences. We all are. Monkeys ain't gonna understand that, ain't no reason to explain it."

I look forward. Know what I mean, baby boy?

We are in dramatically changing times. I have lived through so many of these. Look at the flash mobs in Philadelphia. That is new terminology. Monkeys gonna be looking at our book and saying, "Aw shit, flash mobs, I remember that!"

Look, I am gonna have to check what you write. I'm gonna have lawyers check what you write. I'm on a mission."

~this is a random collage of quotes from a Grandfather and Vietnam War Veteran.