Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Telemonkeys

I can’t believe it. The phone rings, some guy says “Can I speak to Russell Robinson?” (my deceased father) and I had to utter the words “Well, I’d love to pass you to him but unfortunately he doesn’t exist any more. You want his room number in the Sky?”

Well, that sure the fuck shut him the fuck up.

How The World Works

It's incredible that Roman Polanski is under threat of being extradited for a what, hundred-year-old crime, long, long ago being dismissed by even the victim, in which he was probably too stoned and drunk to think (well, having your pregnant wife savagely stabbed to death might have something to do with it).

But frankly, I couldn't give a rat's ass about Roman Polanski. He's not God, but just another film director.

HOWEVER

The extremely weasely way the Swiss, those fucking bastards (line 'em up with the Japanese and the Germans, and while you're at it, throw a Frenchman or two in) set this caper up is truly disgusting.

Those fucking cunning "neutral" fuckers -- which basically meant looking the other way while Adolf Hitler massacred millions -- are now seeking to weasel their way out of hiding massive swindled bank accounts in order to assuage their American pals.

Backroom deals, people. The fucking mafia of the world (and I remind you, I AM AMERICAN) in full cooperation mode.

Like I said, I couldn't give a shit what happens to Roman Polanski, hell, fry him, but shit, give him a cigarette before, you fucking weasel bastards, you Scheisskopf fondue-eating, lying hypocrite traitors.

What. Me? Mad? Naaaahhhh.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Oh No

I just bought this book that I'm reading, called Blood River.

I'm just freaked out. I don't know if the older you get, the more freaked out you get, but I guess it's so. It becomes your awareness of the fragility of all life, from an ant to a grasshopper to a weasel to a cat to a dog to a chimp to a human to an ecosphere to a planet to a star to a solar system.

I know, because I was there. I was in this inhuman place called Zaïre, now ludicrously called the Democratic Republic of the Congo. But when I was there, there was a modicum of what is called civilization. But nature has a way of reclaiming itself, and humans have a way of debasing themselves, and all this has happened.

From the north to the south, I have to say ALL OF AFRICA is now a wasteland. It's just one VAST land of mayhem.

It's a creeping creep of chaos that is starting to grip the entire world.

But the news is that it's not new. We never fucking learn. We still exploit, ruin and kill each other with extraordinary enthusiasm.

Let me get further into this book. Then you will hear from me. Now I have to hug Brigitte.

Guess What (yet again)

Uhh ... guess what? Well, I kind of knew it a long time ago, but I'm a sperm bank! Yes, a walking excuse for a woman to have my child, then keep him!

I am the half-parent of a Japanese American child, and we've had a very good relationship since the divorce, but I should have known that the Japanese would be unbending in their "uncompassion". Because that's what they are. Oh, don't lecture me: I KNOW THEM. They don't belong in the first world. They don't belong in the SECOND world. Do businessmen get smashed and then piss on the floor of trains here? Didn't think so. But I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES.

Of COURSE not all of them. But as a group they're incomparably impassionate, grudging, and brutish, freaked-out and seriously generally disturbed.

Yet they try to pass themselves off as "world-class citizens", such, as say, the Dutch.

The Japanese are not the Dutch. They're just ONE STEP REMOVED from the ass-fuckers in Burma.

Think about it. No, no mossy gardens and Zen Wa. Just repression, hostility, ignorance and just complete imbecility.

I've been there. I've done it, so many times that I have lost count, so trust my words. I speak their language better than you'll ever hope to speak a second language in your dreams. I KNOW THEM. I've taught Korean men older than me in Japan who admitted they could barely speak Korean, they were born in Japan, yet STILL CARRIED FOREIGNER CARDS. He was ashamed to admit it, but it's A FACT. They are a card-carrying racist, militaristic society that, mark my words, carried out the most INCREDIBLE atrocities in the Second World War. They made the Gestapo look like baseball players just having a cheeky lark. Which they of course, being Japanese, deny every year at Yasukuni that anything ever really ever happened. Those fuckers. "Internment camps." Yes, they were bleak, families were removed from their homes, which may have been completely unjustifiedly "repossessed" . . . but babies WEREN'T BAYONETED FOR BAYONET PRACTICE for the lunatic animals who were the Imperial Army of fucking TENNO HEIKA! BANZAI! BANZAI! BANZAI!

Yet to this day they'll insist they were the victims of "The Atomic Bombs", which they may have been, but it was the only way to stop their lunatic, insanely brutal misadventures. I've been to Hiroshima three times. Oh, "Never again?" "Never Again?" You fucking hypocrites. Try "Great Asian-Co-Prosperity Sphere." TRY THAT, ASSHOLES! Roll THAT around, you motherfuckers, roll it around your tongue and then talk to a Philipino, a Korean, a Malaysian or, for that matter, a Guadalcanalan.

People don't change so fast. There is that undercurrent still lurking, believe you me.

Believe you me.

You think you know "racist"? Just go meet a Japanese.

I hate the Japanese, yet he is my son. I guess I'll have to deal with it.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Why

Why (I wrote a song called that once) would anyone commit a crime? I can see maybe minor shoplifting, but major assault and armed robbery? How can that EVER work? Killing someone? Excuse me?

If for any reason I were sentenced to 20 years for something, do you think I'd even live one day in prison? 20 years?

It would be immediate and permanent suicide watch.

Christ. The decisions supposedly sane people make.

No, Really.

Really. Happy Yom Kippur. I atone for my idiocies, I really do. But I can't guarantee they won't continue. Hmm. Does that work?

Manishma! Beseder, ani ohev otach!!!!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Happy Yom Kippur!

I don't know what it is, but I like it! Whatever Brigitte does, I like.