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Aug 5, 2007

THIS IS NOT A TOWN

Jim Thorpe


Jim Thorpe

Thorpe at the 1912 Summer Olympics.




































Jacobus Franciscus "Jim" Thorpe (Meskwaki: Wa-Tho-Huk) (May 28, 1888March 28, 1953[1]) was an American athlete. Considered one of the most versatile athletes in modern sports, he won Olympic gold medals in the pentathlon and decathlon, played American football collegiately and professionally, and also played professional baseball and basketball. He subsequently lost his Olympic titles when it was found he had played two seasons of minor league baseball before competing in the games (thus violating the amateur status rules).

Thorpe was of mixed Native American and white ancestry. He was raised as a Sac and Fox, and named Wa-Tho-Huk, roughly translated as "Bright Path". He struggled with racism throughout much of his life and his accomplishments were publicized with headlines describing him as a "Redskin" and "Indian athlete". He also played on several All-American Indian teams throughout his career and barnstormed as a professional basketball player with a team composed entirely of Native Americans.

Thorpe was named the greatest athlete of the first half of the twentieth century by the Associated Press (AP) in 1950, and ranked third on the AP list of athletes of the century in 1999. After his professional sports career ended, Thorpe lived in abject poverty. He worked several odd jobs, struggled with alcoholism, and lived out the last years of his life in failing health. In 1983, thirty years after his death, his medals were restored.

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Early life

Information about Thorpe's birth, full name, and ethnic background varies widely.[2] What is known is that he was born in Indian Territory, but no birth certificate has been found. Thorpe's birth is generally considered to have taken place on May 28, 1888[1] near the town of Prague, Oklahoma.[3] Jacobus Franciscus Thorpe is the name on his christening (baptismal) certificate.

His parents were of mixed descent. His father, Hiram Thorpe, had an Irish father and a Sac and Fox Indian mother, while his mother, Charlotte Vieux, had a French father and a Native American mother. Thorpe was raised as a Sac and Fox, and his native name was Wa-Tho-Huk, translated as "A path lighted by a great flash of lightning" or more simply "Bright Path".[2] As was the custom for Sac and Fox, Thorpe was named for something occurring around the time of his birth, in this case the sunlight brightening the path to the cabin where he was born.

Blame Canada

Herbie wuz here
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Project Number:

A cartoon by Robert Mullan

What do you expect of a live fire exercise at the end of the fiscal year, ammunition?


OTTAWA - When Herbie served with the Canadian Army as a private, his antics regularly landed him in newspapers.

Created by cartoonist William "Bing" Coughlin, the heroic, chinless Herbie became a popular icon at the front in the Second World War. By the end of the war Herbie was appearing in at least 30 daily newspapers across Canada in addition to the Maple Leaf.

Troops voted him "Canadian Man of the Year" in 1944, and "Herbie wuz here" graffiti marked the path of the Canadian advance. Herbie came to be so identified with the Canadian infantry private, that Canadian soldiers became known as "Herbies."


Then, as now, cartoons and caricatures poked fun at the human condition. It was at just such moments that the cartoonist's commentary on military life and discipline often brought a chuckle that relieved tension. Things would often be so bad that, as the saying goes - you had to laugh!

Bing Coughlin

William "Bing" Coughlin, Member of the Order of the British Empire, was born in Ottawa
and saw action in Sicily with the Princess Louise Dragoon Guards. He later served as
cartoonist with the Maple Leaf.

http://www.army.gc.ca/lf/English/6_1_1.asp?id=99



~~~http://www.kilroywashere.org/001-Pages/01-0KilroySightings-2.html




I am not Uncouth






uncouth

From Wiktionary

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English


Etymology

Old English uncūþ, corresponding to un- + couth.

Pronunciation

IPA: /ʌnˈku:θ/

Adjective

uncouth (comparative uncouther, superlative uncouthest)
  1. (archaic) Unfamiliar, strange, foreign
  2. Clumsy, awkward
  3. Unrefined, crude.

Translations

  1. strano
  2. goffo
  3. rozzo, grossolano


Aug 4, 2007

Pre-Scientologist fictional dialogues

Joel's Mother: Joel?
Joel: Yes, Mom?
Joel's Mother: Can I talk to you for a minute? What happened to my egg?
Joel: What do you mean?
Joel's Mother: There's a crack in it!
Joel: You're kidding!
Joel's Mother: No, Joel, I'm not kidding. There's a small crack, inside the egg.
Joel's Father: What's wrong?
Joel's Mother: My egg is ruined.
Joel's Father: What happened?
Joel: I don't know.
Joel's Mother: You don't know.
Joel: Mom, maybe it was there before.
Joel's Mother: I don't think so, Joel. How could you let this happen?
Joel: I'm sorry.
Joel's Mother: This is so damned irresponsible of you!
Joel's Father: We'll get another one. Joel will pay for it.
Joel: Sure, I'll pay for it.
Joel's Mother: Where will you get the money to pay for something like that? I'm very disappointed in you. [walks out]
Joel's Father: She'll be all right. Why don't you put in some yard work?

Joel's Father: Do you have something to tell me?
Joel: No...I don't think so.
Joel's Father: I just got off the telephone with Bill Rutherford. Apparently, you two had quite a meeting. "Princeton can use a guy like Joel."
Joel: What?
Joel's Father: "Princeton can use a guy like Joel." His exact words!
Joel: That's unbelievable!
Joel's Father: You're as good as in! I knew you could do it! Haven't I been telling you, sometimes you have to say: "What the heck!" Take some chances.
Joel: You were so right.
Joel's Father: You've made me very proud.

Lana: Guess we won't see each other for awhile.
Joel: I know.
Lana: Are you going straight home now?
Joel: I don't know. Why?
Lana: It might be nice if we spent the evening together.
Joel: I'd really like that. [pause] How much have you got on you?
Lana: How much have I got on me?
Joel: Yeah.
Lana: I've got twenty bucks.
Joel: Twenty bucks, Lana? What are we going to do about this?
Lana: Well, it's just that I don't have that much on me.
Lana: Can I send it to you?
Joel: Can you send it to me?
Lana: 'Cause I don't have that much here. How about I write you a check?
Joel: Do you think I'd take a check from you? What am I, stupid?
Lana: I have a bond at the bank.



excerpt from "Risky Business" 1983

BUSH IS COUNTER-REVOLUTIONARY


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If you can stomache watching guy on guy buttsex...

this movie shows some text right when two insurgents achieve mutual orgasm...

it is impossible for me to remember what the text says but i remember that it is

PURE AND UNIVERSAL TRUTH

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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