Happy New Year, ass bananas

The list of people, parties, nations and organizations that can please go FUCK THEMSELVES in 2009 is too long to mention here, but one name stands out: Israel.

How tragic the ironies of history when Brooklyn Jews armed with shiny new weapons travel halfway across the globe to lord it over a people who are genetically and culturally their brothers. Bless and protect the thousands of good, decent Israelis who work against the policies of domination. Bless and protect those who work to ease the suffering of the wretched. Freedom for Palestine! Freedom and justice.

Be patient and stubborn, all my fat, ugly brothers and sisters. This year the genocide may be YouTubed, but next year the revolution will surely be blogged.

BTW

Am I the only one who thinks the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions Movement needs a new acronym?

White

White the plot through pane, trampled
By virgin’s feet the snakeless grass,
Rime in beard and icy teeth: My Crete lies empty.

Nailed and crossed over static phone lines,
Your christmassy voice in the hum. Dumb
Like a lamb I am to Christ, but no stranger

To hubris, the familiar hint of acetone
On the exile of older gods.
Exhaled on this my island of Teflon

You bid me choose between salt and pepper -
If patience then is virtue and wrath is deadly sin,
My revenge will be white.

Arms for Gaza! Justice for Palestine!

End the terror. Stop the genocide. Break the siege.

Blondes have more fun but can't get laid

Get out of my dreams and into my car

Things are tough all over

Winter is heartbreak: A tree will die by my hand on Sunday.
I have two coins in my pocket, one I found and one I stole,
Both on the same day. This is not a metaphor
For me having apparently decided to start smoking again.

Winter is sorrow: The scanner is dead.
Electricity comes and goes; I spend half the time alone
In a house without power. In a house, without power.
If there’s a ghost in my office it’s me.

Winter says: "You were the celery in my Bloody Mary.
And who likes celery? Not me. It’s a disgusting fruit.
Every bite is abhorrent, but without it the drink is ruined."
My drink is ruined. If there’s a ghost in my office, it’s you.

Winter is when I sing and dance. Winter is
THINGS ARE TOUGH ALL OVER.
Winter is my delight in the smallest of victories,
To have forgotten even two digits of your phone number.

About toughness

It is omnipresent.

Q & A

Q: What are things like?
A: Tough.
Q: Where?
A: All over.

BTW

If someone asks me what things are like, my answer is always the same: "They are tough all over."

About things

They are tough.

All over.

TOUGH

all over.

Yeah, well

Things are tough all over.

All work and no play make Jack a dull blog

Ha ha, I'm funny.

Yeah, well

Premise: Everywhere in the world, many undesignated affairs involve considerable difficulty and hardship, and require great determination to overcome. Implication: Your problems are of very little concern to me. Please feel free to suckle on this duckling. 

Yeah, well

Things are tough all over.

You must butter yourselves with endure-bravery

We have nobody stream, and therefore nothing reciprocal-snare. It is two ranks in the blue house, so we have doormat move out for a slice of tide, but we rains with that it soon will be overstood. We worker also right much like now, so we have ownly not tide to clog in the whole roof. We hoper you have forstanding for it. Thank shall you have, all together. Cuddlesqueeze and smile face :( 

Yeah, well

Things are tough all over.