Doctor John

Mac Rebennac left us yesterday but he leaves an enormous musical legacy, here's a forgotten corner of it.
Just how Bob got him to play on one tune for Against The Wind only he knows, when I first got the album and read the liner notes I was rather jaw-dropped that he got Mac to do the piano on this out-and-out Motor City rocker.
Bob got a Grammy and Mac helped!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3TzSNk9kPU

Les and Eddie

Weird. Sometimes a song just nails something and you can hear it for decades and it remains relevant.

From "Swiss Movement" done live at Montreaux way back when I was in High School....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pejJxEs_v-s

Yeah, tryin' to make it real Compared To What?

Once Upon A Time In Atlantic City

Many long years ago when I resided in southeastern Pennsylvania with a decent job and salary to match, me and one of my roomies decided to take advantage of the ubiquitous Casino Bus tours that ran to Atlantic City on a bored weekend just after payday. They left in late afternoon and arrived back well after the bars closed, the general idea was to get as blasted as possible while somebody else did the driving.... this was long enough ago that you could smoke and drink on the bus legally and we took full advantage of it. Upon arriving, with a fistfull of freebie coupons, we took to the boardwalk in search of a place to quietly consume a pipe or two of weed before entering the garish mayhem of Der Trumpenfurher's palace of delusions to use said coupons for food and drink.

A thing to understand here, we both understood statistics and only took as much cash as we could afford to throw away, no checkbook, no ATM card. We dove into the lunacy, he took to roulette and dice, I took to blackjack and the end-of-row slots. The idea is, you have to buy in to (maybe) get a return on your investment and when (if you are lucky) you recoup your investment, you pocket it and then play with the casino's money!

Between the two of us, we each walked out, completely hammered on free booze and full of buffet food, with our original stake and something north of 900 bucks as a profit.

Hey, Lord Preznit Dampnuts, might not seem like much but, we beat your sorry ass fucking casino like a borrowed mule. All these years later, it puts a big smile on my face to be able to say that we made money off the Scrofulous Boor!

Four Twenty

Read a post from the Rude Pundit a little while back where he described the (alleged) humans in and around around 1600 as "cockmites, twatfleas and sphincterworms".

Yeah, as rude as you can get....

This whole "administration" is a seething mass of putrescent corruption, too bad we will have to wait for the next election to shovel dirt on its grave. Impeachment is the Constitutional remedy for dealing with what we currently are suffering from but it is pretty much an impossibility with McTurtle in the Senate busily nibbling the McDingleberries off the scrofulous boor's bloated, wrinkled asscrack.

Was reminded of the wisdom of the good Doctor in something I read referencing the Watergate tapes and his reaction to it:

“Only a terminal cynic,” wrote Hunter S. Thompson about the Watergate tapes, “can listen for any length of time to the real stuff without feeling a compulsion to do something like drive down to the White House and throw a bag of live rats over the fence.”

Only problem would be getting enough rats and bagging several hundred thousand of them. The volunteers to do the throwing is pretty well limitless at this point in time...

Snoop and the Skunk.

Snoop was a Walker Hound my buddy owned when we lived up in the mountains many long years ago, head-high to my waist and (generally speaking) an abysmally stupid canine who was mortally offended by the mere existence of porcupines. I've no idea how much money Rick spent on vet bills over time, this fucker would come out of an encounter covered from one end to the other with quills. The porkie was a dead bloody wreck but the dog (although alive) was a mess; Rick became increasingly exasperated as time went by and the vet bill got bigger.

The one time we saw Snoop actually show some intelligence left us in hysterics and it wasn't a porcupine, it was a skunk. We were all out in the back yard doing a barbecue one summer night when Snoop let off with that unmistakable Hound Bark out in front of the house; naturally, we went out front to see just what kind of mayhem Snoop was into. What we saw unfold forever changed my opinion of that dog. He had a skunk in a nose-to-nose confrontation and would not let the ass end spray him, he circled that thing until the stink gland ran out of juice (and you could see the cloud in the streetlight) then put the chomp on it. Talk about "Dead Skunk In The Middle Of The Road" - you could still smell it the next morning....

Which brings me to current events.

Snoop was, far and away, more intelligent than the scrofulous boor currently stinking up 1600. Unlike Snoop, this fool actively goes out looking for political skunks to ass-fuck and he is (admittedly) good at it. The stench is astonishing and he seems to think each time he gets sprayed is some kind of victory.....

It'll take some time to fumigate the White House but, I have no doubt we are up to it.

It's Time To....

A whole bunch of folks in the political world got their collective panties in a bunch because the newly sworn in US Representative for a Detroit district used a particular word that got captured on video. I laughed my ass off in remembrance of another recording of the same word....  1968 at the Grande Ballroom on one of the wildest live albums ever released.

Rashida Tlaib is continuing a long-standing history of the Motor City's outspoken, in your face method of dealing with fools and assholes. Keep it up!

The Battle Cry:

"It's time to.... KICK OUT THE JAMS MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYg-a3W35CE

Harpy Gnu Yeer.

Made one of those wretched resolutions.

I've been a stoned, drunk, opinionated, obnoxious asshole for many decades and see no need to change. My resolution is to step it up for the new year. We need more weird in this era of Der Trumpenfurher because it's what can finally defeat the astonishing levels of rotten stench emanating from the top of our "government" in this foul year of our lord 2019...

I've written some weird shit here for a lotta fucking years and it seems to me that, in this new year, I want to get out there with some even fouler noise than in the past..... One of the cool things about the last election is that the scrofulous boor squatting at 1600 is gonna get an industrial sewer-pipe sized political colonoscopy without benefit of sedatives from the incoming crew. The next year or so are going to be interesting times.....

Couldn't happen to a more deserving (alleged) human being.