Anagrammatically Correct

Blog post # 76:

Three pictures, made over the last 3 days:

Asymptotically Clockwise


Schism Of Resemblances


Dreams Once Molten


I like the last two pictures best. (Although the name of the last picture is too cliche, I think.)

The first picture looks like two stylized eyes (aligned top to bottom, instead of side by side). That picture was inspired by a poem about asymmetric corneas. (Don't worry, I won't publish that poem here.)

The second picture looks like some odd fruit being severed. I don't really know what I was trying to represent here. I can't remember, even though I made this picture just yesterday.

The third picture is some strange thing floating above the ocean, I guess, with a weird sky behind it all.

You see what you want to see in my pictures, though. They are a Rorschach test.

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Anagram:

FACE A MESS, HIDDEN TORTURE.
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HE UTTERED A DIN OF SCREAMS.

(Someone should check to make sure this is an actual anagram.)

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Pick-up line:

"Girl, I'm like a chocolate sundae....

I'm going straight to your thighs."


I myself would NEVER use a pick-up line, let alone one this crass.
Still, I don't want it to go to waste, so I have posted it here.
By the way, did I already post this line in my blog a long while ago?

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[Politics alert!]

The country is moving so far to the far-right lately that I think it is very likely we may actually have a President Palin before too long.
I sincerely fear that if she becomes president, Sarah will round up (and maybe execute) Democrats and progressives in some sort of quasi-genocidal campaign.

Nah. This won't happen. You know why not?

Because the country is moving so far to the right that by 2013 there will BE NO Democrats or progressives in America to round up in the first place!

Get ya' some 'socialists', Sarah!

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By the way, don't forget to vote in my poll, if you haven't yet!


Leroy

Wilt

Blog post # 75:

(I received the same error as last time I posted a blog-post loading these pictures below. The pictures appeared on my end, anyway, last time. Hopefully they appeared for all of you both times.)

I made these four pictures over the last 5 days. I am not really proud of any of them; but maybe I am proud of Cater-corner To Cosines mostly.

Imperfect Static


Cater-Corner To Cosines


Refracted Suffocation


An Inexact Eclipse


(Note an "Inexact" and an "Imperfect" in two of the titles.)
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I see I have some new followers! If you missed my 74 earlier posts, please go back and read/look at as many as you all can stomach.

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I hate to break this all to you, but all I have to post today are some political and anti-religious musings, and then a poem.
(I sure want to LOSE those new followers, don't I?!)

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People say God = love. I say, I doubt this is true. But it IS true in one way.
Both our ideas of God and our ideas of love are based on BULL SHIT.
And both our ideas, past and present, of love and God have lead to some of humanity's most profound bigotries.

God, an artifact and an artifice of our own minds.

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If many present-day Christians can portray all Muslims (not just the extremist Muslims) as evil and responsible for terrorism,
then I can portray all religious people as evil and responsible for terrorism. Where are we to draw the line?

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An observation on the Tea Party: I think Sarah Palin will cause the Tea Party to self-destruct. Unlike many in the Tea Party, she is not at all libertarian in her political views. The only thing that she and many of the Tea Party activists agree on is lower taxes and hatred for Obama. For example, many in the Tea Party are against the Patriot Act. Do you think that Sarah for one second would try to eliminate the Patriot Act if she was president?? HELL, NO! She would magnify its evils 100-fold in any way she could! I think the only real reason the rest of the Tea Party puts up with Sarah is because she and they are both stupid and bigoted. They can relate to her. If the rest of the party, though, would take one second to think (hard for them, I know), they would see that Sarah is a liability to their world view.

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[Poetry alert! Poetry alert!]

Wrote this just today:


Metaphorical Flower
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This flower's petals were quite the wings of such a
Butterfly endowed with my contemplation. And the
Petals sprouted from a stem also a rope also
A rod, a twig transformed. And this flower's
Thorns were the cusps of my anger and voice,
Were the cones drawn of glass and crystal
And their cutting stereotypes. And each leaf
Of this was but a blasphemous skin of all
Humanity designed via our intercourse. Oh, this
Flower was impatient; for, it glowed as
The corona of an irradiant moon. And all
Those butterfly wings as petals, they billowed
And flew and coerced this oxymora to be only
Obvious in their asymmetry. Yes, the flower drew
Itself upon ellipsoids and did so inexactly.
But it was still impressive although beautiful.
Yes, it was surely a magnificent topology
Made from ribbons and origami. It did, therefore,
Perceive us wholly as being composed of expletives.
It did perceive us each as being cosmic, as being
Only dreamed. But we rejoiced in its circumferences.
We rejoiced in its poetry both spurious and
Complicated, in its metaphors sometimes wilting.

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Leroy

Violations

Blog post # 74:

Okay. There was an error when I uploaded these, so hopefully they appear properly anyway.

Four pictures made over the last 5 days:

Lament Disarrayed


Psychosis' Equilibrium


Ugly Perfection


Of Oozing Crescents


Note how "Psychosis' Equilibrium" and "Ugly Perfection" don't follow my usual pattern of trying to have about the same amount of colors from different parts of the color wheel in each of my pictures. I am trying something new.

I hate to admit that my usual usage of a variety of colors in each picture comes from my attempt to have the printer not run out of one color ink before the other colors run out. A stupid reason to balance the colors, I know. But it looked good having the color balance.

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I am deleting the results of my last poll today. And I will put up a new poll.

The new poll's question:
If you could commit any one crime without consequences, what would it be?

The answers:

Murder
Rape
Theft (Grand or otherwise)
Drug use
Trespassing
Speeding
Jaywalking

(Argg. I can't think of any more crimes. I better add a "Something else" choice too.)

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That's all for today.

Leroy

Iridescent Black

Blog post # 73:

Three pictures made over the last 3 days:

Burning Colors Denied


Between Implication And Apparition


Lipids Made From Truth


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Okay, the recent poll closed.
And in a landslide, ALL THREE VOTES went to "To wrap an egg in a ribbon" for the definition of "thillop".

Let's review the original possible full definitions, shall we?

[From the Apr 23, 2010 issue, #64, "Polygonal".]

Which definition do you think "thillop" should have?

1) (Noun) A type of martial-arts move involving the elbows.
2) (Noun) An obscene gesture made by making a V with the fingers of both hands, and repeatedly forcing the cusps of the V's together so that the four fingers represent two people's legs during a sex act.
3) (Noun) A type of small space vessel used by the extraterrestrials who in the future will destroy all life on Earth.
4) (Verb) To wrap an egg in polyester ribbon.
5) (Noun) A type of "spiral" that starts on the outside, proceeds to near the center, but then ends in an intermediate region.

Funny how the only verb won. I kind of prefer nouns to verbs, myself. But that is just me.
:)

I think I will assign some of the other words that I had in the last poll to the other definitions.

1) (Noun) A type of martial-arts move involving the elbows.

I think that will be a "Rix".

2) (Noun) An obscene gesture made by making a V with the fingers of both hands, and repeatedly forcing the cusps of the V's together so that the four fingers represent two people's legs during a sex act.

I will call this a "Quune". (Just sounds dirty, huh?)

3) (Noun) A type of small space vessel used by the extraterrestrials who in the future will destroy all life on Earth.

A "Ryirty". Yes. "Ryirty Zirt" was the name of a video game I came up with a long time ago. It involved lots of little enemy space ships. So, I guess this applies.

5) (Noun) A type of "spiral" that starts on the outside, proceeds to near the center, but then ends in an intermediate region.

This is an "Ostimaxillus", I say.

And, the winner by popular demand:

4) (Verb) To wrap an egg in polyester ribbon.

To Thillop!

The egg, don't drop it.
Instead, just thillop it!

I was thinking originally that the accent should be on the first syllable of "thil-lop". But now I think it sounds cooler to have the accent on the second syllable, especially in the little rhyme above.

But I am depressed that there were only 3 votes. You people MUST do a better job of voting next time!

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One political note: [Warning! Warning!]

With all the ultra-fascists that are leaders, especially these days it seems, I say what the world needs is...

FEWER FUHRERS!

(Sorry, Sarah. Politics is for adults, not for silly rabbits.)

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Okay, I have saved the "best" for last.

A poem! I wrote it yesterday. Sorry.

The Whirling Visions Of Consciousness
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The whirling visions of consciousness, of
Iridescent black, they jut and thrust and
Still encircle such an annulus as themselves.
Oh, they smudge and blur these arpeggios
Beneath them. But again they erupt, prior to
Their ascension to be only a polyp, to be only
The one pustule of such a multilateral loop.

Yes, within that hole between their solitude,
A helix rises and is solely its protrusion.
And ribbons curve before this and behind
So as to encase the ring now ellipsoidal.

Imagined is that configuration of images and
Haphazard thoughts. But yet all is trite. Yet
All condenses into the distant sleep beyond us.
Yes, it all condenses into simplicity and its
Extrema, into the whirling words we dream of,
The very words implied by their inability to
Define Everything or Everything's apparitions
Of such circles, circles each amorphous, each
Introspective though despicably extraordinary.

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Leroy

The Descent Into Hyperbole

Blog post # 72:

First picture made two days ago. Last two pictures both made today. (I very rarely make two pictures in one day. Very rarely.)

Such Quantum Circumferences


Truth Once Sculpted


Otherwise Unidirectional


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Should I be dead?

Seriously, I contribute absolutely NOTHING to society or to the world. And I am just a parasite.
I'm ugly and crazy and unemployed. So, if evolution is to be our guide, I should be dead.
Survival of the fittest means death to the less than fit.

Of course, I won't reproduce anyway. I don't want to anyway, and I couldn't if I did want to. So there is no danger of me passing on my genes if I do stay alive.

But I am doing more harm to the world by being alive than I would do being dead.

Still, I WANT to live. But is that selfish?
Fuck yay! I'm selfish.

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[Politics alert!]

You all must know by now about the bill -- cosponsored by Senator Lieberman (of course) -- to take away citizenship from Americans who are ACCUSED of aiding "terrorists" or are accused of engaging in "hostilities" against America or its allies.
When citizenship is taken away, then the US can arrest and hold you without charge or trial indefinitely, maybe torture you. You will have NO rights.
And what constitutes "terrorism" or "hostilities" against America or its allies, anyway? This is solely up to the administration.
(By the way, the Denver Post published my letter on the issue in the May 14, 2010 issue.)

So, I got to thinking about this, and about Arizona.
You see, TWO-THIRDS of Americans SUPPORT the anti-immigration law in Aryan-zone-a.
Only 20% of non-Latinos in America oppose this law.

So, I wonder, how are the authorities in Arizona going to make sure they don't racially profile Latinos in general, when many Latinos are American citizens?

Simple.

Make a blanket ACCUSATION that ALL Latinos in Arizona are "terrorists". (After all, the definition of the word "terrorist" is arbitrary.) And then, if Lieberman's bill passes, ALL Latinos in Arizona or wherever else will not be US citizens anymore if they were before, and the authorities can safely arrest ALL Latinos, therefore. No legal issues at all.

Sound like extreme hyperbole?

Just wait until Sarah Palin is president. There will be NO SUCH THING as extreme hyperbole. There will only be reality, which USED to look extremely dystopian to the point of hyperbole.

Now, America actually NUKED Japan over Japan's fascism. Maybe someone should nuke the USA, if we try such fascist shit. After all, if our country "goes rogue" (not that it hasn't already!), then nuking us will "save more lives in the end", according to the rest of the world, much as we use this same excuse to this day to "justify" the double nuking of Japan.

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Leroy

Measurements

Blog post # 71:

These two pictures were made within the last 3 days.

Bending Of Sleep Into Dreams


Ad Finitum


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Okay, please forgive me people, but I have not much to post today but a couple poems and one political observation. Please don't be upset with me...

[Poetry alert! Poetry alert!]

Here is a poem I wrote today:

Numermetry
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We measured those numbers so as to ascertain
Each ad infinitum. We assigned these algebras
To the calculations of truth; and then we
Voiced words to describe such definitions, to
Describe such colors and pluralities. For, the
Amplitudes of all integers were depicted in
Their process, were deduced in the progression
Of mathematics into space, of geometry into
Coincidences, intentions, and redundancies.

Measured were those edges formed from thoughts.
And yet our minds are incomprehensible. Yes,
Even our visions are not drawn, despite each
Of symmetry's conjectures. Thus, the
Conclusiveness was but theoretical, and the
Numbers were undetermined. And these impressions
Of values and equations were unsound. Yes, they
Were metaphorically placed amongst all radii
(Ha, I speak of dimensions),
Amongst all numermetry itself parameterized.

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"Numermetry" is a new word. The measurement of numbers. But aren't numbers themselves equal to their own measurements, you may ask? Isn't the measurement of numbers like the colors of colors, you may also ask?
Yes, but it all goes beyond that. Mathematics is in-part the study of the properties of numbers. So, this is the measurement of numbers. And, also, I like redundancies. So, the measurement of the values of numbers is interesting to me, because numbers are by their very nature measurements. Think.

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Here is the poem I wrote yesterday.

Indescribable Exoskeleton
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Indescribable is that quasi-exoskeleton within what
Equals existence. It seems to be fraught with
Everything and all. But among its retinue, it is
Plaid and parallel and dimly iridescent. Yes, it
Floats. Yes, it is odd. Yes, its cusps are both
Inverted and protruding, some upwardly, one backwardly
Into a single unidirectional tail. And that tail
Too ascends, as it is indescribable. And those
Horns also penetrate the madness of every wind.

But, where is the bug that completes this object?
Where is the solitude of being whole? Does
It too float inside a benign shell? Or does
It curse its lonely dissection again? Oh,
I attempted to impart those words of explanation
So as to define this corpse. But I fail anew
In my phonemes. Yes, I am careless in my scribbles once
Substantive. Oh, once I was perforated, but then I was
Contained inside the very exoskeleton that remains,
Remains stagnantly upon me, despite such dreams,
Despite such grim molt.

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[Politics alert! Politics alert!]

Just a thought....

I bet the state of Aryan-zone-a arrests BARACK OBAMA the next time he visits,.... because there they think he is an "illegal alien"!

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Leroy

Free-Fall

Blog post # 70:

These three pictures were made over the last 4 days.

Within The Outside


Translucent Is Reality


Disembodied Innocence


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[Politics alert! Politics alert!]

By the way, I was reading an old post of mine here where I promised I would never again post any politics to my blog. I am a liar.

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So, did you pray yesterday (May 6th)?
If not, then why not? The president told you to.

An official "Day Of Prayer" makes as much sense as an official "Day Of Orgasm".
You an atheist? You not gettin' any sex? Tough luck. Get with the program and conform, damn it!

Conformity. It's the American way, even when that conformity directly violates the US Constitution.

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Speaking of, it's the American way:

As a good number of you already know, Senator Joseph Lieberman is, along with John McCain, one of the main co-sponsors of the very anti-constitutional "Enemy Belligerent Interrogation, Detention, and Prosecution Act".

So, it is no surprise that Senator Lieberman is co-sponsoring yet another Senate bill that would attack the US Constitution, the "Terrorist Expatriation Act". If I didn't know better, I'd think his (paraphrased) cries of "Treason!" were being directed mostly at himself.
Both the political left and right in this country have much to fear from Lieberman's proposal to strip American citizenship -- and also any rights to due process (and, I suppose, also any rights to not be tortured) -- from those who are only accused of providing "material support" to terrorists or accused of engaging in "hostilities" against the US or its allies.

What do "hostilities" entail? This would be solely up to the administration. Some of those on the left -- such as anti-war protesters -- and those on the right -- such as militia members and gun-wielding Tea Party protesters -- have both been unjustifiably accused, in this nation's recent past, of being terrorists or even of being interested in overthrowing the US government.
Should we let the administration alone decide who shall be stripped of their basic rights?


My point above is that anti-"terrorism" legislation can affect WHITE people too, not just foreigners or naturalized citizens born in the Middle East!

But...
..... maybe...
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..................not.


The "War Against Terror" is, in Americans' minds,
really the War against Sand-Ni****s!

And what is it with all the hate towards brown-skinned people in general here in the USA? Aryan-zone-a is just one state that has taken upon themselves to gut all civil rights for a class of minorities. The racist and ultra-conservative mood is spreading across the country -- across the world, actually.

Even former progressives are moving far to the right, lately.

We're moving so far to the right, we're walking -- no, running -- sideways.

Watch your step. Off the cliff we go....

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Leroy

Worthless

Blog post # 69:

Only one picture today (made just now), and it sucks. Why have I put a crappy picture in today's blog post, you may wonder? Because I had to have SOME picture in today's post, and the picture I made yesterday sucks even more.

Upwards To Be Horizontal



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An anagram:

A FASCIST TAKES
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IF ASSES ATTACK

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So, what if you went to a wax-museum, and it literally was a museum of types of waxes?
"Here we have ear-wax and bees' wax and floor wax. And in this room.."..

That's almost as bad a joke as, you go to a yard sale, and they are selling 3 yards for the price of 1.

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Does anyone name their daughter "Penny" anymore? Isn't naming your daughter that a way of telling her she is not worth very much to you?

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From some forgotten song of mine. All I remember from it is this:

Yes, your theology is a little odd...
But you tend to be religious when you think that you're God.

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Oh, so sorry about all the low-quality shit I posted today.

Leroy

Pitiful

Blog post # 68:

Just a few things today, not much.


Somewhat Potentially (made yesterday)


A Dangerous Aesthetic (made today)


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I tried and tried to come up with an anagram that describes the bigoted anti-immigrant feelings in Arizona.

The best I could do (within 20 minutes) was this:

SWEET ARIZONA DISGUST
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OUR ZEITGEIST WAS SAND

Oh, well.

I guess it could refer to the fact that sand is kind of whitish, like white sugar, white like white skin. And white sugar is sweet, like Arizona's disgusting disgust.
Yeah, that's it. I must have been thinking about how I had a dream last night I was eating lots of brown sugar...

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Remember, as far as the latest poll is concerned, the COMPLETE definitions that you are to vote on can be found in blog post # 64 ("Polygonal").

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Finally, a poem. ("Ah, shucks, Leroy! Not another poem. That's so not swell.")

Written today:

A Pitiful Insect
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The entirety of this insect is wondrously disarrayed.
It hides within its counterintuitive anatomy.
Its cursed knives conjoin and abut that one wing,
A flap flung in retrograde unto such headlessness.

And in the pairing of beauty and transparency,
This bee, this wasp, this spheroid, yes, it departs
Within its arrangement, despite those combinatorics.

And it hypothetically arcs into its twin cusps.
And it does only obtain this attenuation of all
Flight, of all thoughts now autonomic.

Yet it glistens of my blood and of silt and
Of saliva and transition. Oh, in its equilibria,
It is random and dangerous. But it does dare
To sting us; for, it is angry. Ha, it is
Angered by its malformation, surely. But it
Is soothed by the refractive twisting of that
Very light within it. Ah, it is corpulent
And yet angular. And, alas, it does not love.

For, its geometry is arrogant, and its aesthetic
Is pitiful. It is grand, though, because it is
Absolved of our humanity. Yes, it is psychotic
And grotesque and impeded. But it will
Be the weirdness of our conformity. It will
Be our own fluttering descent unto such
Toxic artificiality we have proclaimed to be
Our elegance unjustifiably immune to insects.

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Leroy

Ostentatiously Autocratic

Blog post # 67:

First, the pictures (made yesterday and today), then the serious stuff:

Deprived Of These Roundnesses


Absolution Of Autocrats


I like that the title of the first picture uses the plural of "roundness".
In math there is some discussion of "geometries". (These would be geometries in positively curved space, flat space, and negatively curved space, or in some other kinds of spaces.)
So, using that idea, "roundnesses" would be different types of roundness, whatever that means. You interpret it as you want.

The second picture's title was inspired by my anger today (a rather typical anger, for me).

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Speaking of the second picture's title:

Hey, 'autocracy' doesn't mean government by car!

But we ARE on a collision course with it!

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The next president, likely to be elected in 2012, will make both Dick Cheney and Adolph Hitler look like peace-loving lefty hippies, I predict!

After we suffer that villainy, Americans will even start to refer to Hitler as...

Adolph HIPLER!....

Damn "socialist"....

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Speaking of fascism, why is almost everyone these days, it seems, actually PROUD of their own bigotries?
What you don't want to be, at any cost, these days is "politically correct". Heaven forbid that.

Even progressives are now blatant about their prejudices, let alone conservatives.

I won't tell you what ethnic groups *I* hate. Well, I don't really HATE any ethnic groups, but I am not happy with some ethnic group's own bigotries (among the average members of these groups, not among all members) to the point that I am bigoted against those particular members of the groups that are themselves bigoted.

And sometimes it is just easier to hate EVERYBODY in those groups, although I do know better and try not to.

Who do YOU hate? (Maybe I should make this the poll question!)

In any case, the rise of the far right in this country reminds me of a punk song I wrote a couple decades ago.

Here are most of the lyrics:

There's a man I see on the television.
The masses say he has charisma.
He says he's going to solve our problems.
He says he's going to fix what is wrong.
He's going to punish the whipping-boys.
Radical methods, he will employ.
Well, majority-rule
is the fool.
I think I've seen it all before.
I don't think I want to see it any more.

Hey, Hitler.
What's your plan?
Is it just rhetoric?
Hey, Hitler.
Will you take care of what makes the masses SICK?
Hey, Hitler,
Will you win this time?
Hey, Hitler.
Hey, Hitler.
Heil Hitler!

(By the way, FUCK YOU, Aryan-zone-a! And fuck all the rest of the states that try that racist shit.)

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Ah, a poem I wrote today inspired by my mood and by the mood in this country:

Bigot
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You do love the hate implied by your porous brain.
You do hate so as to quench your hungry anger for
The innocence you deem to be atrocious. Yes, you
Torture the spirit of peace, of intellect, of truth,
With the sodomy of your own ghosts and bigotries.

And you speak those plagiarized words of
The repulsive anti-logic you indeed adore. Then
You suck the cocks of imbeciles, simultaneously
Despising such absolution and damning its adherents.
Oh, you are an impressive fascist, yes, as are we.

And your evil will condemn you to your
Very collapse; inwardly you will descend unto
A singularity of cursed humanity seething.
Yes, you are pitifully selfish and superficial.
And yet you obtain the might and force of
Governments and punditry. But surely, you will
Collapse into a point. You will ultimately
Be vanquished by your own ugly thoughts, by mine.

And soon your autocratic knot will untie.
Then you will cease, perhaps not forever, but you
Will cease the travesty of your violence and life.
And you will exactly fail, and then we will rejoice
In your pathetic and timely and always overdue riddance.

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Goodbye. I think I will go take it easy now and think of beautifully oblate women...

Leroy

The Darkness

Blog post # 66:

Very recent pictures:

Geometry Of Whispers


Inertia's Knot


The latter picture was inspired by the poem below. The "inertia" part comes from my suspicion that inertia is caused by "knots" in subatomic "strings" (See "String Theory"), but those knots probably look nothing like my picture, even if they exist in the first place.

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So, the question today is: If a cataclysm indeed kills off a good percentage of the world's human population in the future, what will that (next) cataclysm likely be, in your opinion? Some possibilities: Nuclear war, astroid or comet impact, disease pandemic (either naturally-caused or engineered), black hole or vacuum decay or strange matter created by a super-collider, climate-change tipping point, mass-suicide caused by some horrible but otherwise non-lethal situation, mass-starvation or thirst, gamma ray burst in the vicinity of Earth, extraterrestrial invasion,etc etc etc. Maybe some of you can come up with other possibilities.
Please post them as comments to this blog-post. I may use the suggestions in a future poll on this issue.

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The only true reality is the darkness.

I suspect that none of you exist, that I am just dreaming this, and that I am really either in a coma or am in suspended-animation somewhere (possibly aboard a space-craft or buried deep underground).

First, if so, I want to wake up. But I cannot yet do so, no matter how hard I try to.

Second, I hope, IF I am dreaming, that all I write and art I create in this dream is being recorded by technology that reads my mind. Hopefully, my creations are being shared with humanity, if anybody is alive at all out there still.

You see, years ago, back when I was a teenager in the hospital, voices told me I was going to be put in a computer-controlled dream (like in The Matrix -- but this was years earlier than the movie). This was somehow going to help humanity, but I still fail to understand how exactly.
Anyway, I came to believe later that I was just hallucinating those voices, and that they were the result of my great weight-loss I suffered just before the hallucinations occurred.

But over the decades since, every now and then something happens to me that makes me wonder if I AM really dreaming and that those voices were actually the last bit of reality I have encountered.

Tell me people, do you exist?

Like ET, I am phoning home.

Let me wake up, please.

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The promised (threatened) poem:
It is related to the topic immediately above.

Knotted As Dreams
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I do not dream of knots. But each dream of mine is
Is itself a knot, is itself a tangle of thoughts
And maddening illusions never quenched. Oh, I
Do indeed dream of introspection; and I do depict
This as made of string and straps and everything.

Oh, I do desire the realities of my own
Artificiality. But I am despised by idiots. And I
Am asleep within these dimensions inscribed into
My thinking. And the knots tangle ambiguously amongst
All circumstances, amongst all coincidences formed.

Then I wish for my waking. But I am still
Comatose inside the cosmos' vanishing truth, a
Truth unseen even by ghosts. I do attempt
To scribble and sculpt each paradoxical coil onto
Its temptations tied thickly. Yet I am only
Obscured by my slumber. I am only strung
Along my linearity. And I am only knotted as
Dreams, as randomness' spirals of image, spirals of
My mind's facade intuitively distracted.

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Thanks,
Leroy

Short And Bitter

Blog post # 65:

Yikes. I'm posting a new blog post just a day after the last time I posted one. (I'm going to freak out now.)

Two pictures, both made today.

Rotation Formed From Stillness


Dodecagonal Arrangement


Note: These pictures are both VERY MUCH plagiarized. The first I like, but only because it looks like someone else's art I saw years ago.

The second picture isn't even art, officially. It was made so as to illustrate a point.

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The point: In my last blog post, I wrote that the two pairs of regular polygons (square/pentagon) and (triangle/octagon) were the only pairs of regular polygons of number of sides m and n, where they could be arranged in alternating fashion so as to form a big regular polygon in the center with exactly {m times n} sides.

What I should have said is that these are the only pairs of types of polygons if the smaller polygons are arranged along the OUTSIDE of the perimeter of the one large polygon in the center. If you arrange the smaller polygons along the INSIDE of the perimeter, then we could have polygons of m = 3 sides (triangles) alternating with polygons of n = 4 sides (squares), forming a polygon of {m times n} = 12 sides (dodecagon), as seen in the second picture above.

I hope this news isn't too upsetting to any of you.

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One last thing. Remember that the full potential definitions for my latest poll can be found in the last blog post ("Polygonal", Blog post # 64).

No one has voted yet. Please get on it, people!

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Leroy

Polygonal

Blog post # 64:

Made this first picture just today.

Unintentionally Transparent


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Made this next picture about 6 years ago.

Four Times Five


Made this picture below (which is related to the picture immediately above) just yesterday.

Three Times Eight


Notice that for the 2 last pictures, there are regular polygons of m sides (m is a variable) alternating with regular polygons of n sides. Then the big polygon these smaller polygons encircle has exactly {m times n} sides.
(Squares alternating with pentagons in the first of the two pictures, triangles alternating with octagons in the last picture.
4 times 5 = 20 sides of the one larger polygon in the first of the two pictures; 3 times 8 = 24 sides of the one large polygon in the last picture.)

The only pairs (m,n) where regular polygons of m sides alternate with regular polygons of n sides AND the one regular polygon they are placed around has exactly (m times n) sides are m = 4, n = 5; and m = 3, n = 8.

There are no other such pairs of m's and n's.

Note: You can make one large regular polygon by alternating two other types of smaller regular polygons, but except for the two pairs of polygon types above, the number of sides of a type of small polygon times the number of sides of the other type of polygon will not equal the number of sides of the one large polygon they encircle.

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The latest poll has closed.

Question was: Which nonsense word do you like best?
"Thillop" wins with two votes. (It's a landslide!) "Rix", "Ryirty", and "Wuvxseoieid" each received one vote.

I should note that my own favorite 3 words were the words -- "Quune", "Estarial", and "Ostimaxillus" -- that received absolutely no votes at all.

Okay, now I have to improvise some possible definitions for "thillop".

Poll question:

Which definition do you think "thillop" should have?

1) (Noun) A type of martial-arts move involving the elbows.
2) (Noun) An obscene gesture made by making a V with the fingers of both hands, and repeatedly forcing the cusps of the V's together so that the four fingers represent two people's legs during a sex act.
3) (Noun) A type of small space vessel used by the extraterrestrials who in the future will destroy all life on Earth.
4) (Verb) To wrap an egg in polyester ribbon.
5) (Noun) A type of "spiral" that starts on the outside, proceeds to near the center, but then ends in an intermediate region.

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Leroy

Crappy

Blog post 63:

Here are some crappy pictures I made over the last four days.

Inadequate Circumference


Curlicue Causality


Mentality's Flames


Scalene Is My Certainty


Sorry about these pictures. I really should start posting pictures that are actually good -- even if I made them a long while back. But I will just keep posting newer pictures anyway, no matter how much they suck.

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Joke:

How many Leroy Quet's does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Answer: Zero. I would rather just keep living in the dark than bother my lazy self with changing any stupid lightbulbs!
(True!)

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The libel in the Bible is often rather tribal.

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A little politics. (WARNING! WARNING!)

(With apologies to Bill Mahr.)

The real difference between US (United States) and THEM (Terrorists Hating Every 'Merican) is:

THEY blow up themselves too whenever they blow up a bunch of innocent people.

WE, on the other hand, blow up a bunch of innocent people from the comfort of our unmanned-drone-controlling stations.

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By the way, I suck. (As you all know.)
I wrote "duel" in a poem I posted in early February, when I meant "dual" instead. I will edit that shortly.
(The poem I am referring to is in the Feb 1 post (Blog post # 41): "Deja Vu, Deja Vu".)

Gosh, I hate homophones.
(I guess I am .... homophone-phobic!)

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Finally, as of today, there is less than one day until the latest poll closes. In my next post, if I remember to, I will post a new poll with a set of definitions for the winning word to vote upon.

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Leroy

Of Lies And Truths

Blog post # 62:

These two pictures I made yesterday and today.

Shapeless Colors


Inertia Sipped


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Esophapotamus.

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Here are some anagrams.

A. HITLER =
THE LIAR

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GEORGE BUSH =
HE BUGS GORE

(I love this one, but I am CERTAIN that I heard it before. I especially appreciate that it is a double entendre and that it is likely true whichever way you interpret it.)

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The last two have accurately described the people named. But I sure hope the next one does not!

B. H. OBAMA =
HA! A-BOMB!

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Speaking of Obama, you have heard of the "Birthers", right?
Well, I propose those liberals who are with it mentally, in contrast, call themselves the...
Earthers!

(Earthers to Birthers. Earthers to Birthers. Come in, Birthers.)

Speaking of Birthers. WHY do these people want to use such a lame excuse to unseat President Obama? Do they REALLY want Joe Biden to be our president instead!? I really don't think they would like that either.

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Back in the day...
I used to try to make up clever lies on those occasions where I needed a story to cover my tracks. But then I realized, hey, the best "lie" is usually THE TRUTH! Yes, the best story -- best in so many ways -- usually is the one that REALLY DID happen!

So, before you lie your way out of something, next time ask yourself, would it really be so bad if I told the actual truth? Maybe it would be even BETTER than any lie!

Trust me.

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More politics. WARNING! WARNING!

No matter who is running for president, I think every presidential election the choice is between ultimate pure evil and the candidate who is only infinitely worse still.

USA = Unaccountable Sadistic Assholes.
That is the way I feel, really. Pure evil ALWAYS gets away with it, while true heroic patriots are only prosecuted as terrorists or as traitors. (Yes, even under Obama.)

Maybe it was actually BETTER when GW Bush was president. Obama = Bush in so many ways. (Yes, we still torture. No, you don't have any rights or liberties. No, you never will!)

But WORSE than Bush? Well, you see, Bush wasn't fooling anybody!

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"Right-wing think-tank" is an oxymoron. Well, not the "tank" part.

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Finally:
A poem: This poem I just wrote today. It is an ode to the second picture above.


Of Perfection's Claw
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Beheld and held, still within the edge, the grasp
Of perfection's claw, it rests just precisely upon
The ripples it presumes. And it just touches
The concentric whispers of this water's vanguard.
It just barely seems to imagine its resemblance as
Somewhat a nautilus, somewhat a loop of being.
And it creates the outward rings of our interaction.
But we dare to seek its sipping tongue. Yes, we
Behold and hold it aloft against its flotation.

For, in the syrup beneath it, it is transformed
Into transparent air made of water and equilibrium.
But it stays suddenly amongst this pivot between it
And its own cutting spikes. Yes, it demands its
Position within its balance, within that partition
Of space into substance and again into thoughts
Of winglessness, into thoughts of claws and knives
Themselves cleaved, themselves stubbornly poised,
Stubbornly and delicately woven as such ripples,
Woven as such inertia ambivalently strung.

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Leroy

Picturey

Blog post # 61:

I don't feel very wordy today, so I will post almost nothing but these four pictures (made relatively recently).

Clairvoyance


Contiguously Abrupt


Suddenly Continuous


Trigonometries Traversed



(Note that the names of the two middle pictures complement each other.)

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And since I am in an arty, but not wordy, mood, I will post this typewriter art:

\/^\/\/^\/\/^\/\/^\/

/\v/\/\v/\/\v/\/\v/\

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All I feel like saying on the political front is:

If you, like me, are too lazy to stand up against the threats facing you and the world, then SIT UP for justice!

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By the way, only days until the latest poll closes.

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Leroy

Calling For Blood

Blog post # 60:

3 pictures, each made sometime over the last 4 days.

Flatness Upon Roundness Upon Cusps


Thicknesses Foreseen


Somewhat A Complement


Sorry that these pictures suck.

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Remember that I have had a new poll up for a while. Please vote if you have not yet voted!

Also, I answered that puzzle about the numbers 0 through 9. See the comments section of blog post # 56 ("Scramble") for the solution.

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In the Too-Much-Information Department:
I am so opposed to having my own children -- not that I can get any woman to procreate with me anyway -- that I have decided that I will probably like to stay celibate until I am old enough that menopausal women are attractive to me... Then, no worries about having kids! And no need for a vasectomy! Woooo-hoooo!

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You know what is nauseating to me? Food that is not, in my mind, supposed to be sweet, but it has even a little sugar added to it.
For example, why do they add sugar to canned beans (and not just to baked beans), spaghetti sauce, peanut butter, salsa, etc.?

I want to puke!

Ironically, though, if something like peanut butter has a LOT of sugar in it, it is REALLY tasty to me. But if it has just a little sugar, there better be a toilet nearby, because I am going to vomit.

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[Politics Alert! Warning! Warning!]

President Obama, as you may know, has given the okay for the US government to try to kill US citizens overseas without trial. Obama actually has always had a "license to kill" when it comes to assassinating -- all without the use of any trials -- so-called "insurgents", "militants", foreign civilians (allegedly by accident, but we know better), and now American citizens. He can carry out these assassinations (murders, really) with the use of the US military, the CIA, and unmanned drones, for example.

I guess the president is...

Double-O-bama!...

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Speaking of the US president, Obama's nominee for the Justice Department's Office of Legal Council, Dawn Johnson, has withdrawn her name for consideration. Why has she? Because she was heavily criticized by Republican lawmakers. Why the criticism? Because...

SHE OPPOSED TORTURE!!!!

Yes, she DARED to criticize the Bush administration's use of torture and the attempts at justifying torture by the Bush administration's own Office of Legal Council!
Geesh, I'm surprised her name was ever considered! I THOUGHT I was just joking when I said I must be a FAR FAR LEFT ULTRA-Progressive just because I oppose torturing innocent people to death, but now I see that that was literally the case!

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Speaking of the Bush administration and the torturing of innocent people to death:

Now it turns out the President Bush personally knew that the majority of inmates at Guantanamo were COMPLETELY INNOCENT!!!

But you know what, most of these inmates were *still* TORTURED, some TO DEATH!
(And the cover-ups of these deaths continue.)


I have had arguments on-line with rightwingers who say that "terrorists" don't deserve ANY human rights, not even the right not to be tortured to death. And these rightwingers claimed that ALL of the Guantanamo inmates were evil terrorists.

And remember how it was said by Cheney and such that those in Guantanamo were "the worst of the worst"?

Well, now it comes out that Cheney knew too about the vast majority of the inmates being innocent, but he thought that to get just a few terrorists, it was justified to lock up INDEFINITELY and TORTURE hundreds of INNOCENT men (mostly just because of their nationalities and religion)!

WHAT PURE EVIL!!!!!!

Yet Cheney and Bush still walk free, not even being investigated by the Obama administration, let alone prosecuted.
If real terrorists don't deserve any human rights, let alone innocent people accused of terrorism, then these REAL TERRORIST MONSTERS certainly do not deserve ANY human-rights themselves!!!!


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Leroy

A Little Blog-Post From A Little Guy

Blog post # 59:

Quite a counterintuitive oxymoron, yup. What?

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Two pictures today, the first made yesterday, the second made today.

Dreaming Of That Perimeter


Aftermath Of The Eclipse


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I hate to lose readers this early in the post, but I think I should post right after the pictures the poem I wrote today, since the poem complements the picture "Aftermath Of The Eclipse".
If you hate reading my poetry, then skip to the next item.


Ecliptic
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Ecliptic -- eccentric -- the concave sphere is
Obtained in its rest upon such a circle as this,
Upon itself and those visions turned. But yet,
The billowing sun, which it is, it protrudes
From a spike upwardly spinning and from another
Rightward spun. It casts its light towards
Our own diameters, yes. And as a star, it
Is the moon, is the distances within this earth.
Oh, as our sky, it is our ground. It is
Our human artificiality now opaque, now
Counterclockwise. Yes, this is an eclipse of
Paradoxes and paraboloids, of my knotted tableaux,
An eclipse of atrophy made vengeful.
However, we waste among it our purity, true.
But it still screams in its afterglow; it still
Strangely succumbs to our own beauty. It
Still swirls as all reality, as all winding shadows
Seen upon such a dull crescent also fading.


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Okay, so I bought a bottle of shampoo referring to itself on the label as one of the "naturals" line. So, what is in this shampoo? Let's review: Water (so far, so good), Ammonium Lauryl Sulfate (a little scary, but I think this is what causes the lather. Maybe.), Ammonium Laureth Sulfate, Ammonium Chloride, Cocamide MEA, (I'm starting to get concerned here), Fragrance (sounds innocent enough, but I once read that manufacturers often put banned substances in fragrances), PEG-5 Cocamide (New and improved over PEG-4!), Hyrdoxypropyl Methylcellulose, Polyquaternium-10 (Isn't that what they found in the super-collider?), Tetrasodium EDTA, DMDM Hydantoin (okay...), Citric Acid (Ah, something I recognize!), Tocopheryl Acetate [which I read here is vitamin E acetate], [Okay, this is my favorite:] Methylchloroisothiazolinone [My spell-check certainly doesn't like that one! 27 letters, and a triple-word score. Mucho points.], Methylisothiazonilone [When simple Methylchloroisothiazolinone won't do.], Prunus Serrulata Flower Extract [See, it IS natural after all!], Red 33, and Yellow 5. Yes, I may have mistyped something or forgotten to include something. That is likely. Do any of you know what any of these ingredients actually do? Would you be okay if you swigged a bottle? My cat got some on her fur the other day? Will she be okay? Geesh, who really knows? :)

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[Politics, WARNING! Politics, WARNING!]

You all should know what an ass Senator Kyl (R- AZ) is. Get what he just said. Supreme Court Justice Stevens is thinking of retiring soon. Kyl said that if President Obama picks a nominee who has any "preconceived" ideas such as "Helping the little guy", then Kyl will lead a Republican filibuster against the nominee!

That's right. Kyl is OPPOSED to the nominee in any way helping the "little guy"!!!

Kyl also doesn't want any nominee who has any "preconceived" ideas about keeping the chief executive from becoming an absolute dictator.

Kyl says there has been too much helping the little guy lately (Remind Kyl that the Supreme Court just allowed big corporations to give any amount of money they desire to political campaigns!) from the Supreme Court, as well as too much opposing absolute presidential power lately from the Court.

Maybe Kyl, knowing of the corporate campaign-money ruling (Does he watch the news? Or is it too "liberal" for him?), is trying to get in favor with big corporations so that he will easily be reelected by getting the ultra-mega-hyper-bucks.

And maybe Senator Heil-Kyl will only get MORE into favor with the voters in Aryan-zone-a with his anti-little-guy talk. I don't know.

And what gets me is that this is FAR from the most asinine thing Senator Kyl has ever said or done!

In any case, this is my prediction: President Obama picks a nominee who does NOT in any way "support the little guy". Yet, still, the Republicans will filibuster that nominee ANYWAY!

I'll bet on that!

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Leroy

Tantrum

Blog post # 58:

Only one picture today. I just made it.

Theoretical Tantrum


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(You can have a step on a ladder.
So why can't you have a rung on a staircase?)

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Warning! The rest of my post is political. Except for the poem. But even that is political as well.
Double whammy!

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"Tea Party" activists are actually anti-hippies.

Instead of "Make love, not war", the Tea Party motto should be:

Make crazy accusations and violent threats,
not sense...

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The news media -- whether it be newspapers, CNN, NPR, even the BBC -- is moving further to the right lately so as to seduce those Fox "News" viewers.
The American people too are moving further to the right lately, even to the far-far right.
Violence and revolution are being threatened -- the American people are finally getting off of their asses and rising up -- but only on the right, not on the left.

Americans, both left and right (but mostly on the right, if only because there are more rightwingers than leftwingers in America) are sick of the Democrats, even of the Republicans, but mostly of the Democrats.

My prediction: The Democrats will never again get even 10% of the vote in any election from now on. The party won't perhaps even qualify for Federal Matching Campaign Funds ever again! But the Republicans sure will, definitely.

Fox News proves: If you use covert threats of violence and you lie, you can get ANYTHING you want here in America. Ah, living the American dream, as much as any mega-corporation can (which is MUCH more than you ever could!).

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Poem (written today). It is about either leftwing or rightwing political activism.

Cursed In My Vindication
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I dare perceive the crooks and bends in
This zigzag of my existential liberties.
But yet, that facade of such anger, it does so
Cleave the knives within my vengeful hate.
It does so sever my passivity from my
Consciousness, from my conscience now conforming.
I dare to jut in my screams about this edge
Of coincidences and consequences surely faulty.
But I am a pundit of thoughts never yelled.
Ah, I am a sick ghost denied its calculations
Amongst my sour brain. However, I still dare
To become sharp in my tantrums. Yes, I dare
To concur with my own politics otherwise
Autocratic. Yes, I am a dangerous spirit;
For, I am cursed in my vindication. Oh,
I am imperfect in my own exactness denied.
Yet I violently betray such dreams as this.
Yes, I violently become the cowardly truth of
My exaggeration, become the zigzags all tangential,
All vaguely antithetical to my threatened theses.


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Leroy

Toxic

Blog post # 57:

Pictures, made the day before yesterday, and made today:

Toxic Viscosity


Aspects Of Subsets


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Right after I post this blog, I am going to post a new poll.

Which nonsense word do you like best?

Rix?
Quune?
Estarial?
Thillop?
Ryirty?
Ostimaxillus?
Wuvxseoieid?

Then, after this new poll closes, I will have a vote on some of the winning word's possible definitions.
(No longer simply nonsensical, it'll be.)

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Speaking of language, I have one thing to say about Spanish.

I can't roll my r's,

but I sure can roll my i's!...

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My eyes are ringing...

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First a little politics (BEWARE!), then some poetry (DOUBLE-BEWARE!):

I am a little on the left, politically. I'm not exactly a hippy. But let me tell you how progressive I am.

I am, as many of you must know by now, SSSSOOO far left that I am even against...
TORTURING INNOCENT PEOPLE TO DEATH,
whether in my name or just because you are some crazy loner (nothing against loners, I'm one myself) who kidnaps pretty ladies to torment. (I'm not one of THOSE kind of loners, though.)

As a matter of fact, I am so against torturing innocent people to death, then covering it up, that I am even EVIL. (That is because the accepted morality of these times demands support of torture to be pure of heart.)

You could say that I am SSOO evil and left wing that I am an...

Antisocial Socialist.

Hey. Call me bloody pinko.

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You know what is scary?

Scientists are working on ways -- for the benefit of private corporations, intelligence agencies, and the military -- to manipulate us and control us. (For example, just yesterday there was a story about how a magnetic field applied to the correct part of the brain can supposedly switch off your moral judgement. Now, I don't know why the military would want to apply THAT to the brains of new recruits!...)

Anyway, the breakdown is now like this:

Religion controls politics.
(This is self-evident.)
Politics controls science.
(Funding.)
And science controls YOU!
(Religion controls you directly, too.)

Bottom line, it is all about control. And YOU are at the bottom of this pyramid scheme.

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Okay, as I warned, poems! Written the day before yesterday and today.

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Turpentine
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These drips droop in disarray. And you
Sip the sap now toxic, now intoxicating, yes.
But that metaphorical amber is surely
A literal and lateral extraction from such an
Oxymoronic wood. It is surely a timid syrup
Made via the absolutions now themselves
Fermented. And these drips droop downwardly
From your cup, from that sickening pulp.
But you do drink again such sugars. You do
Again taste the ambiguous salt and its liquid
Exaggeration. Yes, these drips allude to our
Humanity formed from coincidence and its
Substances. And you drink those droplets sweetly
Delicate, yes. You drink those sticky globules
Of conformity, of purpose. And they deceive your
Enlightenment. Oh, they only vainly deny
Your tongue its imperfections. They only deny
Your soul the very viscosity itself intrusive
And weirdly tangy.

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Idiotic Spirals
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Idiotic spirals tilt in these increments within
Such a mathematical sum. And as meaninglessly as
In my typical dreams, I only prove that they
Cannot connect to any theorem formed from
Elastic or mental blubber. Oh, idiotic spirals
Each conform to the loxodromes of Mercury's moon.
But I detest the equilibrium composed as tantrums
In this curled shape. Ah, I design the ambiguity
Conforming to my uncertainty, ha. Yet the spirals
Are transformative and not erudite. They are
Revolting in their illiterate revolution about
Pseudo-circumferences compromised by thought. Oh, I
Am tangled amongst those linear substances, surely.
And I do again draw the sequences of those spirals.
For, they are plagiarized via their winding. And they
Are inert within their entropy. Yes, they spin
And are added and somehow multiplied. Then they
Forget this learned truth of our existence. They
Forego their minds' geometries once converging
Inwardly, once idiotic, once segmented into every
Limbic excretion of that articulated symbolism,
Of that porous algebra absurdly actual.

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Leroy