Friday, September 11

When Towers Fall

There's nothing like opening a can of worms. Especially when you're fishing. Today marks a remembrance of the 9-11 terror attack on the World Trade Center, eight years to the day. The Net is filled with "never forget" and "I remember where I was," but not many sparks of "I wonder if that's the right story."

Beside the heaps of other anomalies, I guess my biggest question remains - if it was Saudis who hijacked the planes, why did Bush kiss and hold the hand of the Saudi King later on TV, yet declare war on two other countries that had nothing to do with the event in question? And just as many deaths later, why do we even think "the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan" will net us justice for this atrocity?

When we hint that this awful moment in history was not what the official Commission say it was, it amounts to some sort of a scandalous treason and that's plain wrong. People can't handle any other story. Don't fall into the default trap though. They want it polarized. If you know it's a crock, they want you to say "the government did it."

That's just insane.

Why would the government kill its own people? No, not the government. But those running the government. Big difference. We need to be open minded to the fact that the world is not as it seems. On a global scale, countries, currencies and religions are just imaginary playthings. Wealth, power and royalty are not. These remain as rock-solid as a pyramid since the dawn of civilization.

So, red and blue heroes, may you rest in peace. Your true heroism will never be forgotten. To the burned and buried victims and to their grieving families, may the poppies someday wear off on our way to the Wizard, your aching pain finally healed, and the awful lingering ash from that day cleared from the sour air of history.





Deek Jackson has pre-released this tune from his upcoming piece entitled "911: The Musical." In parody, hints of blue sky through woolen clouds.



Sunday, July 26

Wait, Pride Was Always a Sin, Right?



Guilt by association.

So we just went through Gay Pride Weekend here in the Queen City. Today they're all floating down the river. Yesterday the ratio was 500 protesters praying for 10,000 alleged sinners. What continues to baffle me, maybe even anger me a little, is that when they ask one of the participants in the festival, the line they come up with to explain the day is that: "Gay people have a right to love whomever they want to."

And while that is true, it still hearkens a bit of "choice" into the equation for the observer.

The message has always been totally wrong IMHO. It shouldn't be Gay "pride" at all, for that is not really what we celebrate at events like this. It's more about being proud to be OUT -- to not be afraid to be who you already are. These are very different things. I'm not proud to choose my love. I'm proud to be who I am to friends and family and share my life with them openly.

I didn't choose to be gay any more than to have blue-green eyes. And yes I'm proud of those.

So what to categorize it as seems to be the question. We're never going to have any progress in the "movement" until we get away from "proud" in the message. It jumps the gun for the haters -- they can't get over how outlandishly freakish that is. Whereas if we simply said.... "you know what, I'm gay, I've always been gay, I only remember being gay and never made a vending machine choice one day" it may be a better route.

Not a nice parade theme I know. But the one refrain I've always liked at the events is "we're here, we're queer, so get used to it." That, at least, implies the tree that will not bend. It's just there, and down the river life goes, right around it if necessary.

Saturday, June 27

Tha Painter of Pancakes


I still can't believe this as I watch it. What better marriage for Bisquich is there other than Dan Lacy? He paints some amazing shit. Thanks, Fritts, for tweeting about him. I have a newfound love!

Click on the lovely Joan Rivers painting to go to his amazing blog. Below, a most interesting introductory video. I think I will commission him to do a Bisquich some day!




Sunday, May 17

Incorrigible


He practically spat the words in my face.

"I'll break every fuckin' bone in your body!"

To which, eyebrow raised, I replied...

"Oh, meeow... sure hope you count them off as you go."

Sunday, March 1

The Shadows Not Cast





S H A D O W S

are not necessarily flat
and if they be before you

then surely
you lie down.