SWERVE TO AVOID OBSTACLES

This is a stupid sign that someone made, I guess it's to make Obama look Hitler-ish. Sorry mothers. I can do the paint shop thing too... I'll work on that... Look... Rash Limpballs and Shame Hannity are in charge now. And that guy Mike Levin. These people, these "radio personalities" are waging a HATE WAR. The vitriolic delivery of their accusations make them sound like they want to sucede from the union, for god's sake. These guys are stirring up SHIT. They are fanning the flames. Hell... they're setting the flippin' fires. As much as you may hate to vomit in the middle of your day, TRY to give these guys a listen. It's FEAR, dear.... and there are legions of neo-cons following the shadows of voices they can only endure through idiocy. You may want to hear for yourself just what sort of CRAZY mother-loving crap they are dishing out. These guys are still denying the existence of Global Warming, for cryin' out loud. We have to attack BACK. Thwart these false idols... bring death to the arena and wrap it around their asses so tight, these bouts of anarchy that they espouse turn into stale chicken soup. It's cold. It's old... it's got germs in it... PLUS some clever liberal spit in it while you were pissing on the floor of the restroom... Neo-Con-Artists... STFU, and do me another favor... well, if you'll do the first favor the second one is moot. So moot you, you sorry fear-chuckers... Set them up and knck them down... MAX

I AWOKE WITH A STIR...

I awoke with a start. Had I been dreaming? Unfortunately no. I was merely in a trance. It pulled me out of my deep sleep around 3:30 this AM... I could hear it clear as a bell. I thought... I had hoped and yes, even prayed that it would GO AWAY... But it never went away. It's just been lurking in the shadows watching my every move. But I can hear it, alright. The machines are working just fine. I can truly again hear THE OMINOUS HUM.

Things aren't looking that good, but there is a place to hide from it all without being shut OFF from it all. Christ... I'm doing these breathing exercises, and just something that simple, with a spiritual openness at hand, has help to shed even more light on the vile creatures who are intent on fu*king our lives up. We are their PROLES. We are the common factor. We will be the slaves. In a sense we are already the slaves.

We all like the independence of driving our car to wherever, these days perhaps more out of necessity than just a desire to cruise around town... BUT... We are slaves to the fossil fuel gods that stand atop each pile of oily gold, proclaiming HELL to be THEIR province, but it comes out like "We are here to help you". People hear what they want to hear, sometimes.

This time is different for me. I don't WANT to hear this. But I must listen if I am to survive, as must we all. Listen carefully... there beneath THE OMINOUS HUM lies the truth of the matter...

I'll be more frequent for awhile here. There's a lot to be hashed out. My demons and I are having a family picnic soon. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the 4th of July. In any event... demons HATE that shit. You'd be surprised, but loud noises scare them. No shit.

Be back tomorrow... listen, now... can you HEAR it?
ominously yours Max