Bristol Palin is Pregnant with Danny Bonaduce's Two Headed Love Child

We had a dream, we'd go travelin' together,
We'd spread a little lovin' then we'd keep movin' on.
Somethin' always happens whenever we're together
We get a happy feelin' when we're singing a song...

Gil Scott Heron

So, I'm watching a black and white film on the community college cable station, a dubbed pic about oil field workers in Mexico trying to drive a couple of trucks of Nitro to an oil field fire, in an effort to blow up the source of the fire. Good flic. The film is followed up by Beat The Devil, starring Humphrey Bogart, written by Truman Capote and someone else, I only had one eye on the screen, I only remember the one . You could say I'm Live Blogging Beat the Devil, except I haven't been paying the slightest bit of attention. Attention must be paid elsewhere. ( and just as I'm highlighting the word "elsewhere", a character on Beat The Devil says the word "elsewhere", just before "The Diamond Boys , The Gold Boys..."....look it up!

Bongwater

Heart of a Dog

I hate Illinois Nazis.

The Old Grey Hound Ain't What She Used To Be

Several years ago, I took a road trip to Colorado on a Greyhound Bus. On the way home, the bus leaving out of Denver was packed. Every seat was filled, and the world's stinkiest man sat down next to me. I'm not talking about your run of the mill underarm B.O...No,no...I'm talking about Otis the Drunk's pee stained mattress smeared with used kitty litter stink. It was like someone dug up the rotting corpse of Neal Cassidy's stumblebum brother from a LoDo alley, where he was pissed on and puked on by every drunk Rockies fan leaving Coors Field, and then was left to ferment on the swampy banks of the South Platte. I'm not exaggerating, it was that bad. And to top it all off, he had the Ratso Rizzo Patented Tuberculosis Cough down pat as he nodded off on my shoulder. I switched buses in Omaha after about 12 hours.

But, as bad as it was, that was a cakewalk compared to these bus rides.



I'll never complain about that bus ride again.

Horton Hears a Coup

When I heard that Obama was going to lay a wreath for the victims of 9-11, I thought he was flying to Chile to offer an official apology.My mistake, so sorry. Carry on.

Pussy Footing.

Somebody help me out here. Aren't they supposed to break the guy's door down and put a bullet through his head? Isn't that how it is supposed to be done? What the fuck is wrong with these people?!? A trial? We don't need no steenking trial! Give me a fuckin' break! Wolverines!!!

Remember When Palestinians Danced in the Streets After 9-11 and Americans Thought It Was Barbaric?

Watching the news this morning, and the Man on The Street reports showing drunken frat boys wildly cheering about the death of CIA asset Osama Bin Laden got me wondering who the next Boogie Man will be. Iraq bleeds on, Afghanistan bleeds on, Pakistan bleeds on, and Libya bleeds anew.


"I am truly not that concerned about him."
- G.W. Bush, repsonding to a question about bin Laden's whereabouts,
3/13/02 (The New American, 4/8/02)


"I don't know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don't care. It's not that important. It's not our priority."
- G.W. Bush, 3/13/02




Harry Dean Stanton was in Cool Hand Luke,and Repo Man.
Plastic Jesus was covered by Mojo Nixon and Jello Biafra. Is Lou Dobbs any relation to Fred C. Dobbs?


Exporting American Values to the Market Driven Iraq Healthcare System

Pakistanis Love a Man in Uniform




Do they have Spider Holes in Libya?

Walking in Circles, I Come To My Senses....Sometimes!

The Zencomix Studios would like to extend many thanks to that Aristocrat of Aristocrats, Sandal Skivvington Oondapahnts III, also known as "Sandy Underpants", for helping to finish burying bricks for the walking meditation labyrinth. We coulda done it without you, but it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun!