Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving Day... 2015

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who has something to be grateful for and appreciates it, even though the times in which we live grow increasingly strange and unpredictable; the shit has yet to hit the fan and possibly, if enough of us can maintain a positive proactive attitude, it might not happen. Maybe this is just my irrepressible Pollyanna persona that somehow got fashioned as a result of a seriously hard knocks existence and the only reason that was the result is that all the alternatives would have been much harder to bear. Regardless of how it might turn out in the end it is still better to go out with a smile on your face even if there seems to be no reason for it (grin). We're guessing that not everyone is going to agree with this but... that puts a smile on our face too. Hey! It's Thanksgiving and I am going to spend the day being grateful and give you all kinds of reasons why; gratitude for what we are and for what might be and especially gratitude for what we are not and hope never to become.

Just in case anyone thought that what got said yesterday in Smoking Mirrors was exaggeration and the state of emergency we live in- as relates to our Constitutional guarantees and those freedoms that you are sure to see if you have ever read the Bill of Rights- please cast your eyes on this lovely message coming out of ground central for the hypothalamus, or would that be the neo-cortex of The European Union? Whatever... it is still right next to the Land of La Marseilles. Hey!!! "Allons enfant de la patrie", dear readers. We used to sing that song as a child when we lived in Paris. We are guessing it no longer means what it did, just as The Star Spangled Banner is an ironic laugh riot now, should you be one of those people who find that sort of thing funny. I don't. Like the guy in Airplane said, “I picked the wrong time to stop sniffing glue.” However... as a paraphrasing take on that let me say in reverse... “I picked the right time to hasta la vista out of the European states.”

I am grateful that I no longer live in Europe because I have said in print similar things to what that courageous French comic said and the saddest reality is that both of what either of us have said happens to be true. When powerful interests have to go to this length to repress freedom of speech, what is being said is very likely true. I am grateful on this Thanksgiving that I do not fear the truth and I am grateful for all those others, no matter how few they may be. I am glad that for whatever the reason, I am lucky enough to be able to see that the Paris attacks were orchestrated by the same people who intend to put this brave man in jail for telling the truth and I am grateful that I am ashamed for the rest of the human race that refuses to see the truth and who do not rise up and protest this injustice.

I am filled with gratitude that I know Israel did 9/11 and once again I am ashamed for all of the people who could easily know this as well but who, due to ignorance or cowardice, self interest or indifference, refuse to see that this is true. I am grateful for every stripe I have suffered under the whiplash of the truth descending on me and for the recognition and realization that followed the pain of whatever it took for whatever is decent in me, to possess enough force of conscience to overcome my fear of whatever the cost of it might be.

I am intensely grateful for the strength to endure the absurdities and outrages of this unfortunate time in which I live. I am awash in gratitude for the sacrifices of everyone who has paid the price for having the stones to stand up to the only terrorists of whom we should be concerned and that is the psychopaths who run the governments and armies that dispense their terrors upon whomever they wish to torment and murder, simply because they love to do evil for the sheer joy of it and whom, despite the fact that there is often a profit motive behind the horrors they inflict, would still do it, even if there were no other motive than the enjoyment they take from it. I am of everlasting gratitude that I am not one of these doomed and damned souls.

I am grateful that I do not live in one of the presently war torn countries that are being besieged by the Zionist predators and their mercenary armies from other nations that they control because they control the presses that print the currencies of the countries where these soldier for hire are taken from.

I am so very, very grateful that I am not so unbelievably ignorant that I would be willing to go and kill innocent sheepherders and subsistence farmers and their wives and children, under the orders of bankers who control the government of the country I come from and set the parameters for whatever sad excuse for a foreign policy it possesses. I am grateful that I know that whatever other terrorists appears in these countries, they are created and financed by the same people who sent the soldiers of other nations to kill the people who were driven to these extremes, due to the violent evils visited upon them by the people responsible for what they became and who were formerly shepherds, or store clerks, or street vendors, or students ...but who could no longer be any of them because their sheep got blown to bits by anti-personnel mines and cluster bombs and Hell-fire missiles, or... automatic weapons, or whose stores were leveled along with the entire surrounding neighborhood including the streets that the vendors used to set up and all the schools and universities they used to attend.

I am grateful that I sit here writing this today and am not consumed with the thought of all the stupid useless shit I intend to go out and buy tomorrow. I am drenched in a sense of Thanksgiving that feeling thankful, for me, is far more important than stuffing myself with so much food and drink that I fall asleep on my couch in the middle of watching a football game in a country where material excess has become a religion, even through something like half the world's population often goes to bed hungry. I am so thankful that I am not complicit in causing this.

I am thankful for the readers who come and visit here and whose continuing return makes it possible for me to write these things and without which there would be little point to it and whose solidarity of heart and mind contributes to my being consistently inspired to get up to this sort of thing on most days and who bear as much responsibility for anything good happening as I do. I am grateful that I realize this and grateful to be aware that I am just one among so many of us and that I am not consumed by so many outbreaks of brain fever that manifest in self importance and vanity and far more grateful that I realize one never accomplishes anything of any lasting significance if they so full of themselves that it winds up being exposed in the work that is done and then becomes nothing but an embarrassment and a pedestrian exercise in futility. I am so thankful that I am mostly (grin) aware of this.

I am grateful that despite my failures and shortcomings that I am generally motivated by high ideals even when I am not always able to reflect on or live up to them and I am further grateful that I never stop trying and I am even more grateful for all the people whose lives and beautiful efforts make me want to be a better person, despite the inconsistency in me that has been demonstrated now and again.

I am thankful for those who link my work, regardless of my having disappointed them on occasion. I am grateful they have the generosity of spirit to overlook this. I am grateful for those who have supported my work and without which support I might not have been able to continue.

I am grateful for my faith in ultimate justice, even though I have seldom seen it and I am incredibly grateful for Mr. Apocalypse, whose ceaseless efforts at exposing the liars and murderers and nasty plots of the temporarily privileged and self chosen and without whose presence and determined efforts this world would be far worse than it is and I thank him for upping his intensity and for unmasking the predators and sonsofbitches that seek to bring about Hell on Earth and who will fail, regardless of how hard it might be to see sometimes. I'm grateful and thankful for so much more but I have run out of space, so I will close with a Thanksgiving poem I wrote a few years ago and a link to the remarkable Patrick Willis who gave voice to it in a way that only he is capable of doing. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!!

Disclaimer; my use of the word 'fat' is metaphorical. I am well aware that we come in all shapes and sizes but I could hardly write at all if I have to watch every word I say, so just know that this references something more than anyone's appearance and is more a matter of a certain way of being.

Thanksgiving the Day After

Thank you for liberty as license
in excess to
make us fat and stupid

like turkeys portrayed
as what they are not
but they taste sweet
like the memory of
what we lost

God Bless us for being a nation of assholes
in every country where
they don't celebrate
what we have
lied ourselves into believing
was representative of our gratitude

irony is
the cranberry sauce
and the gravy lines the arteries
of our super highways
in the portable mashed potatoes
of wide load bodies
yearning to be free

where our children are pierced with
navel rings
and tongue studs
the one hidden in folds of flesh
and the other hardening Daddy's
fat cock
while mom cruises the aisles of the
open 24 hours Giant supermarket
in a Valium haze


I been searching

I been searching every day

and generating vipers
like The Bible in hiphop
done by Snoop Dog and
dressed by Diddy
and available in Spanish
and Braille for those who
need to touch what they can't feel and

joined at the hip to
the country we fought to achieve
independence from
who never stopped running the show
and who joins us now
in another nation where
death is the technicolor
dream coat

and we like it better from behind
with a reach around than
we do on our backs and looking
into the face of the rapist
who made sure that the only people
walking on the sea of Gallilee are
Palestinians running too fast to sink

Yeah, I got your
gratitude swinging
I got your illuminated text
and the bloated bodies that
Rumi might have mentioned
if he had been Nostradamus instead

or Nosferatu
in the White House where
they don't get mentioned

We hold these truths to be

we hold these dark woods and
serial killer drop zones in the
ice plants along the sides
of California freeways to be

I wish I had a country to love
I wish I hadn't died in the loading zone
I wish I had not
shit in one hand and
wished in the other

I wish

I wish

I wish

we thank you lord for these blessing we
are about to conceive
with no kind of fucking justice
in thrall
to the Homeland Security pigs
in the hall.

(there was another Thanksgiving
that wasn't on Thanksgiving where my
Mom made me hotdogs because the chili
the family was having for dinner on the
night I got back from the hospital
was too spicy for my 12 year old stomach ulcer

that I got because
someone was so angry and cruel
that I
burned my insides out

I lost it-

for awhile before
I even knew it was there

my health
my life
my heart broken inside

I cried

I wept

I died

My father called me a
special privileged character
he whipped me
like a dog

that's what I got for Thanksgiving

that's what I got

that's what I got
for Thanksgiving every day
and he was a soldier for life
in the army that protected
the land of
fat blessings
for which Thanksgiving is the
day before shopping is celebrated
and the day after the two day wait to shop)

and succotash
cartoons and life
animated characters poping up out of the sidewalk and one of these days

one of these days

"ba ba bada ba bada 'bing' that's all folks."

cartoon spiral sucked back into the real spiral
"buddha budda budda" said the machinegun scream

"Down on your knees!"

"Good grief, it's Daddy!"

For these gifts we are about to receive
from a god that looks like John Wayne Gacy in a clown suit
on a bed of clouds with handcuffs

we thank you god for the rain of fire that
we richly deserve
more for the fundies and missionaries than
we do for the porn

What does it take to paint sugar water under the
eyes of starving black children for
photo-ops in a Banana Republic Safari Suit?

the same thing it takes to be in charge of
exploited children
the same kind of photo-op
of men congratulating themselves for
killing half a million people
so that
their buddies in supply and demand can
make enough weapons to defend the bottom line

I am thankful
on Thanksgiving that
I am not you
and grief sticken too that
you are a part of me
Here in the pumpkin pie wilderness of
the land of the free.

Patrick Willis: Thanksgiving, The Day After


Brian Crossland said...

For me I consider gratitude to be one of the foundations of my life. Sometimes it has to be worked at, Mostly it is now a built in habit a blessed perspective and balance that restores sanity. Like much in these dark material times it is often forgotten and even maligned.Compare your founding fathers lot with today's masses. They knew the bottom line, grateful to be alive and Thanked God for it.
Meanwhile the Black Friday ghosts of materialism are taught to hunger and know no satisfaction by those who profit And who are never satisfied either.
Today I give thanks for Vis and all who come here.

With Gratitude


Visible said...

Sorry... it appears you can't hear Patrick do this at any site including my own because of copyright restrictions which is interesting since I wrote it. This kind of thing is happening more and more. Hopefully the elf comes up with a solution.

Anonymous said...

Visible, two remarkable postings in a row and this one is unfucking believable and I cried twice, once reading the posting and once reading the poem. You are without doubt the most inspired and gifted and no brakes allowed out of control and right between the line massive horsepower car racing down the internet superhighway that I have ever seen. Your work, trust me will ring for generations. Thank you! Thank you! Massive gratefulness and tears in my eyes my brother.


Jenny said...

Vis- I am thankful for you & the many others like you who shine a bright light on this dark world- yee haw! from Texas- bee well my friend- jen

Anonymous said...


Very excellent once again and indeed must ring through the ages. As uplifting as it gets. You give me courage when I am feel terrified, gut shot and tortured. I am reminded again that Jesus said, "Fear not." I had not heard about Dieudonne. Was there ever a time really when we were sure we had the right of free speech. Perhaps it was just a dream. I'm sure I believed it once. Now I still sometimes behave, perhaps stupidly, as if it were still OK to speak my mind. The price may be high. But sometimes I forget and say it anyway.

I am grateful on this Thanksgiving for the incomparable bravery of Le Viz.

e. e. cummings on the devil:

[in Just-]

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and




balloonMan whistles



Love To Push Those Buttons said...

I ate too much yesterday.

Course #1--Purple carrots with parsnips, lots of butter
Course #2--Salad with English cukes, parsley With Out Papers, romaine lettuce (no butter lettuce at TJ's), sweet onions,
green onions, garlic, killer Roma tomatoes, awesome celery, the best unfiltered olive oil on the planet from TJ's,
TJ's balsam vinegar, and a touch of McCormick Mediterranean Spiced sea Salt.
Course #3--Three medium Yukon gold tatties with my killer bella mushrooms, sweet onions, garlic, and green onions
cooked in olive oil, butter, Charles Shaw Merlot, black pepper, paprika, garic powder, 21 Season Salute (TJ's),
cumin seeds, and seasoning With Out Papers
Course #4--A bunch of raw carrots as a chaser to mitigate the burn of the black pepper I had in above sauce.

Don't remember how many cups of creamed Pu-erh with that.

As for gratitude, I'm just glad I've done everything I've consciously set out to do, and am retired from life; having nothing left vested in this shoite-hole/shite-hole/shit-hole, depending on the culture; and am ready to move on without hesitation when the time is due.

Finally, thank FSM for the winds of change, though they come not fast enough for my taste.

Hasta la Pasta.

Unknown said...

Thank you les, as jimi would say,"sing on brother, play on drummer".

Anonymous said...

Did you listen to bret eastons podcast with danielewski? I only recently got a mobile phone capable of listening.b

Anyway ridley scotts bro threw himself off a bridge; gatsby was done by mark anthony luhrman; the scripts song man on a wire was written by who? The wire tv series had an ast director named Hemingway who had his directoral debut on series 4, episode 7.

Maybe hell have an aha moment...

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

and thank you too.

copyright restrictions? Lawyer, sue thyself.

speaking of mashed spuds, Ridley Scott's latest Martian isn't a bad movie, surely.

... and don't call me Shirley.

Anonymous said...

pierre said (doubling up)
By the time I get to phoenix, she'll be rising

(and coming 'round the bend).

Visible said...

Martian was a well done and enjoyable film... as was Interstellar but for different reasons both were infinitely better than that fatuous piece of shit, "Gravity". It is like comparing something like District 9 to Independence Day, possibly one of the worst sci-fi films of all time but Jud Hirsh's rabbi in the circle of fawning and fearful gentiles says all you need to know about why that film got any attention.

Anonymous said...

Radiation spike in Phoenix? Is that from Fuck U. Shima? OMG!!!!

Science is solely based on fabricating and/or manipulating data to fit prefabricated scientific theories which have no basis in fact (like Global Warming), and are sold to the public either to protect corporate/government interests or to scare the fuck out of people so that they might be more easily herded by those same interests.

And there are no exceptions to that rule. It's always been that way, and it will always be that way. One day, maybe some of you will figure that out. ( in, maybe one out of 100 million of you.)

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

but like the boy who cried Wolfowitz, one day it's gunna be real. in any case, the various shit is accumulative and nature is mad as hell and ain't gunna take it no more.

more doom porn for those who can stand it. the dying forests to go with the dead oceans.
I aint gunna live on wigington's farm no more. 10 mins.

Jody Paulson said...

I am thankful that you are still out there posting stuff, Visible. :)

Anonymous said...

Are we out of the woods yet shirley? Lucid dreaming is strange because to really get involved you have to forget you are manufacturing the whole thing. All art (science) is feigned ignorance. As it says in the Devi Gita, it appears as if I am forgetting and remembering myself over and over again. Not good for man to be alone, we'll just keep on creating monsters to escape the enevitable truth. So I have a compass and a square...

Anonymous said...

We all die alone. Father why? But if a seed dies... Those who seek to avoid death... People will seek death but will not find it.

Anonymous said...

Hyya Vis, love reading this, mighta manifested a WOW, or two. Was surfing netflix for something
worth watching, found Awake: the life of Yogananda. Humbling, inspiring, well worth the price of

Anonymous said...

Burp. That Thanksgiving meal was darned good.

What is a hillbilly's favorite holiday?

Halloween, because they get to pump kin...


Ray B. said...

I just saw the SF movie, "The Martian." Wow! Best movie that I have seen in some time. A good blend of science and emotion. I even got choked-up a few times. Ridley even threw in a subtle reminder for American-Chinese space cooperation, in a background-ish way.

There is even a Lord of the Rings reference & joke within the movie! (Do not go to this URL unless you have seen the movie. Spoiler alert!)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

P.S. A 'mystery' that I encountered, while looking for the LotR "Martian" quote:

J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Silmarillion":

“Of the Three Rings that the Elves had preserved unsullied, no open word was ever spoken among the Wise, and few even of the Eldar knew where they were bestowed. Yet after the fall of Sauron, their power was ever at work, and where they abode there mirth also dwelt and all things were unstained by the griefs of time.

Therefore ere the Third Age was ended, the Elves perceived that the Ring of Sapphire was with Elrond, in the fair valley of Rivendell, upon whose house the stars of heaven most brightly shone; whereas the Ring of Adamant was in the Land of Lórien where dwelt the Lady Galadriel. A queen she was of the woodland Elves, the wife of Celeborn of Doriath, yet she herself was of the Noldor and remembered the Day before days in Valinor, and she was the mightiest and fairest of all the Elves that remained in Middle-earth.

But the Red Ring remained hidden until the end, and none save Elrond and Galadriel and Cirdan knew to whom it had been committed.”

Visible said...

For those of you who are writing me and asking if I am okay. I am fine but I am busy figuring out where to go. People aren't what they seem to be and neither is life. We'll be fine. Have faith.


Visible said...

Thanks for the Hendricks. I especially appreciate that he couldn't remember the words to "All Along the Watchtower."

Anonymous said...

If someone is the ineffable, does that mean that they can never get an F? Worst grade they could possibly get would be a D???? ("I must give the ineffable a D, even though he failed my class...") By the way I love, love, love the Google CAPTCHA system at these blogs. Selecting all the images with pizzas, etc. Which brings up another question. If the ineffable fails when selecting the CAPTCHA images while making a post, would the post show up anyway, because the ineffable cannot fail???

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