my da vinci is complete!

"i have a bitch"

my da vinci is complete! the benji's rendition of french ballerina sylvie guillem has achieved art status by rending obama's head instead of sylvie's..... the painting is aptly named, paraphrasing the famous civil right's activist martin luther king's 'i have a dream' to the more hip, 'i have a bitch', a subtle allusion to the delicate but flexible and powerfully expressive white female form of the powerful ballerina and also to, well, to obama too......

here's some questions for you civil rights enthusiasts:

who abolished slavery: a) lincoln  b) ronald mcdonald?

answer: b).......... lincoln never abolished slavery since mexicans and various hispanics are still a slave class in america which the homosexual whiteys like family guy's 'seth mcfarlane' make racist sport of (witness his consuela character to get the drift)........ in fact, it's fashionable amongst high society in america and middle america too, to own a number of mexican slaves........their slavery is certified by their inability to achieve legal status..... right where the govt. and society wants them.... ronald mcdonald freed hamburgler


what do faggoty-arse white and black americans do when they're not jerking off about their newest american idol martin luther king:

a) eat mcdonald's?   b) blame everything on the govt. thus shirking responsibility for their slave driving faggot arse psychology

answer: all of the above


is kanye west a faggot and does he have any talent?:

a) yes and no         b) chocolate ice cream tastes better than vanilla

answer: a


what do entrenched white liberals like the homosexual paul krugman do when they're not jerking off about the motherland england or faggots like martin luther king and obama?

a) order their mexican slave consuela to make them another burrito while consuela saves her measly $8 an hour to get an immigration lawyer to bribe the u.s. govt. telling them she's a gypsy from romania so she can get u.s. citizenship

b) watch family guy and laugh at scottish faggot seth macfarlane's lame faggot-arse whiteboy jokes while spilling burrito sauce on his faggot-arse chest

answer: b)  (as krugman only pays mexican slaves $7.50 an hour, saving money for buying winter blazers with the leather elbow patches and the tartan and corderoy design)



how often do self-described 'niggers' bitch about not enough affirmative action and getting locked up for killing people during armed robberies and how often do they complain about mexicans being used as a slave class in america

a) always and never         b) freeze put your hands in the air

answer: a)   (you can put your hands down now)



has the american civil liberties union ever stopped for one second pursuing frivolous and maliciously damaging lawsuits for and against the 'legal' citizenry to do something useful for the mexican/hispanic slave class in america

a) no                               b) steve urkell



which group has helped perpetuate and encouraged the use of the unfortunate word 'nigger' to describe anyone of african genes more than any other in the past 25 years


a) bank of america          b) afro-american 'rappers'          c) society for playing the victim for the sake of glorifying victimhood even when not really even a victim, all things considered       d) the KKK

answer: b)

of the russo-finnish war, the last one, and chuck hagel on the bbc

hello crud-steppers,

so about 35 days ago, leaving for my holiday, flying into helsinki after enjoying a finnish movie on the tv, a key question you would ask yourself is: how is it the dirty crud-heaping russians never squashed finnland into pathetic submission to their rotball anti-catholic communist bolshevik crapheap authoritianism rot?

the answer is the russo-finnish war of 1939 which lasted about 105 days, about right after the ruskis and nazis signed a non-agression pact, stalin's first move is straight into finnland which is right next to st petersburg

the amazing thing is to see how they did it... you can watch documentaries on youtube that explain their anti-tank, skiing, trench digging moves.... however some questions remain: where did they get their weapons from, so many? and how is it the russians didn't pulverize their lines with superior air power? so far the documentaries on youtube have not revealed this but these are interesting questions and that is a fascinating war/battle

chuck hagel is on the bbc a moment ago saying 'we are ready' to some girly english guy....... it just makes him look like a big lamey doing that........everyone knows their military is ready, why go to the bbc to say so...... then the bbc are saber-rattling about 'tomohawk missiles' and cameron is making it about 'chemical weapons' and their 'unacceptable use'......... just like bush with wmd's...... probably a term a pre-schooler made up..... no-one was complaining when saddam gassed all the kurds........ and the kurds still don't have their own nation either........... imagine how many tents, food supplies, clothing, water, sewerage, etc, all that money on tomohawk missiles could buy for all the displaced refugees now in turkey or jordan or wherever? of course, 70% of it would be squandered on multi-national corporations acting for charities and paying salaries of do-gooder liberals 'out in the fields', 'on a mission'......... the govt. money always gets squandered

mccain had the best idea a long time ago which was arming the rebels......... of course, the rebels like everyone else hates america........ and alot of the rebels are 'al-qaeda'......but then again, the cia trained bin laden anyway.............

big mess........ can u imagine what a disaster 'regime change' would be? more suicide truck bombings weekly like in iraq, just when the slow moving and passionate region was starting to quiet down too.... send soldiers there just to get their legs blown off? let's see some french and english soldiers have their legs blown off then, instead of american ones all the time.........why have we seen so many american soldiers with their legs blown off, women too, in iraq, but no english or french soldiers with their legs blown off............ who wants their legs blown off? wouldn't put soldiers there just to get their legs blown off......... what would u cruise missile bomb? some chemical warfare plants? to what end?

why not just create a new nation state there: kurdistan? just take a little bit of northern iraq, a tiny sliver of turkey and a little piece of syria and tell everyone to suck your balls? that's probably the best thing you could do, go tell everyone to eat crap, maybe arm some rebels wherever too, and throw winston churchill's old maps into the scrapheap of history and give the kurds a ton of money too, just like joseph and his special technicolor jacket in the bible, call the place benji-land and have free fairy floss on sundays

full on dream

back home yesterday, but missed a nite of sleep on the flight from singapore, and also jetlagged..... so had a little cat nap today from 430pm to 6pm after dealing with real estate agent, having to leave my home while buyers ambled thru, etc.........

only bothering to record the dream coz it was so intense: first of all, before falling asleep, made some old fashioned stew: carrot, chick-peas, greens.... dream ocurred between making stew and trying it eg., now while blogging........ in the dream, must have eaten some bad onions because was puking diced onions........ Desi came in after a very profound part of the dream that was showing me that i wasn't really a monster and had been done wrongly by in my past, e.g,. i giant formula one car would appear above my head and slam against the wall, the inference was that my father playing his formula one tv shows too loudly, not caring about how it affected my sleep, was an annoyance... i showed Desi the things i was puking in the dream, apart from diced onions (constant stream of chunky diced onions), there was things that couldn't even fit down my throat like A4 sized things magnetic you'd stick on ur fridge, all kinds of crazy shit..... then was in an indoor space arrangement with like a dentist or sthmg like it, when the puking first came on, had to start puking on some kind of metallic tray/chute thing he had, also possibly messing up some delicate little things placed there like delicate little mini tools...........the puking onset began while having sex with some girl from real life that was an american girl and also the first girl i ever co-habited with........ actually come to think of it, her last name refers to the large intestine and immediately before that in the dream my actual wife was doing extremely creepy shit with her butthole and vagina like she was some creepy alien from a different planet, maybe that's what brought on the puking, then when i saw it was the M girl from real life, actually mostly like her but maybe even a jot of my wife mixed in with her, weird, and puking uncontrollably........

some kids came along and Harvey Keitel too........ Keitel was there for sthmg about integrity like he actually gave a shit about my regards of integrity.........my stew is flavorless by the way, in real life, not dreamworld, and could really do with some onions, but more than that: flour to thicken the water and more flavor, e.g., with a chunk of beef lime a kneebone or sthmg, for stock...........anyway in the dream Keitel was just gonna tell me one thing, something to do with loyalty and integrity or sthmg, who knows, it wasn't like he was acting like a spic in my dream anyway...........

anyway it was a pretty intense dream.........then a former roommate who now lives in commie china and is married with a kid to some commie chinese or hong kong woman, he rocks up to some shindig i kind of organized for him, a get together with some of his friends, i abstained from it and even from feeling good about it or worthy of thanks, hard to explain that emotion but it's a kind of innocent dumbness......... not sure how i organized a pleasant day for him to spend with some of his buddies............

anyway, very intense dream, got to go to an inet cafe and try skype, maybe i can see my son Alex...... he'll be home on the 11th........... my x-box stopped working, no wonder someone left it outside there home from trash pick-up, cd door won't open

bestselling author JET FERST interviewed about his bestselling work of fiction: THE MICHELANGELO MEMORANDUM

The tv studio was humming.... the anchor, in her mid 30s sat upright in her chair during a commercial break, daydreaming about her impending holiday to Tahiti.... once this next interview was out of the way, she'd drive straight to the airport and rendezvous with her husband there.... her mother would take care of her children in the meantime.... she hadn't had a holiday in fully a year.... she could feel the sand under her toes, the waves on the beach, the smell of salt air, hear the ukuleles playing, feel herself swinging in the hammock under a parasol as a waiter brought her a pena colada

'Sandy, coming back in four, three, two, one...' said her floor manager to her as he counted the numbers down on his fingers as per their ritual...... she looked straight ahead at the camera, it's little red light was on, indicating it was the active camera and it was pointed right at her as usual.... she read from the teleprompter although she didn't really need to for this last interview, she had her own notes anyway, and anyway, she suspected he would be doing most of the talking by far, she'd just have to prod him a little if he got lost for words

'Finally tonite, we're talking to JET FERST, the award winning author of the bestselling fictional work: 'The Michelangelo Memorandum',' Sandy said, she looked straight into the camera as she did so, just like she did hundreds of times before. The red light on her camera flashed once, indicating the vision mixer in the control room would be switching to a different camera in a moment and that was her cue to blink and look at her guest which involved moving her head to the left 45 degrees, however the camera would be off her and on JET.

JET didn't say anything but just nodded so Sandy opened up with some small talk and then looking down at her notes, there was a card mixed in from a board game she'd been playing with some of her friends the night before: Pictionary, it was a dramatic game that involved acting out events without using words. As a joke, someone had written: 'Are you a dick'ead?' on a piece of paper used for making notes in the game, and somehow, this piece of paper found itself mysteriously and inexplicably mixed in with her notes for her work, by some kind of horrible miracle it seemed, worse of all, she mechanically read the note without stopping herself, as she expected them to contain some kind of relevant question to JET as posed by her producer, Sampson.

'Are you a dick'ead?' she asked in her full and normal journalistic voice to Jet. The pronunciation was pretty much the same as the word dick'head but without the 'h' pronounced. Wow, how just a moment can ruin a person's career. Although she was adept at keeping her face and emotions stony grave, like a Chinese soldier at a military parade, already her mouth was drying out and her palms becoming sweaty, her heart skipped a beat then gave a big thud to indicate it would carry on, she remembered the scandal in San Francisco after that big Korean plane went down, how the newsreaders read the fake jokey names of the Pilots on the air, Captain Sum Ting Wong, Wi Tu Lo, Ho Lee Fuk and Bang Ding Ow, how heads rolled. Now her head would roll, she would be working for some dinky radio station in Alaska, her aspirations to work on National TV squashed. She sat there, not knowing what to do, then Jet spoke, well first, in fact, he gave a delighted laugh, then spoke:

'Yes, I am,' said Jet, it turned out he was impressed with the anchor's learning, 'actually for my next book i'm researching the notion of diceide (Jet pronounced dick'ead almost the same as the anchor but the final -ed- had a very slight variation to it) as it was originally meant by the Roma people that are purported to have migrated to Europe twelve thousand years ago from India, in conjunction with an important heirloom of Michelangelo's that did the rounds of the Balls of Europe during the Rococco period.....'

Bla, bla, bla, on and on went the pudgy, bald little man. Beautifully though, the anchor realized she was saved, she was even cultured, amazing, who knew there was a Gypsy word 'diceide' that meant 'seeker' or 'seeker of light or truth' and that it sounded just like 'dick'ead', obviously Jet did, and now he was telling the world about it, he positively loved her for asking him if he was a dick'ead. The anchor's sense of relief made her feel like the gazelle, suddenly set upon by wolves, that leaps in an almighty leap over a riverbed chasm, leaving the wolves behind, un-befitted by Nature to make the jump. She felt like the Texans running back who makes the Hail Mary pass with seconds left on the clock after vaulting over a defender by the end zone; she felt like Jesus after He raised Lazarus from the dead. Already she was doing her special crab-dance in her mind, shuffling from left to right and right to left, flapping her arms around, just time for the fat lady to sing now she thought, whoop I got your boyfriend, whoop I got your boyfriend, she sang to herself merrily. Her training and poise had served her well, no noticeable change had come over her appearance from her initial blundered question til now. Sandy glanced over at her producer who looked impressed. Maybe this could lead to a quicker promotion, she thought.

off to france to ride out my holiday there

a little over 40 miles west of perpignon is some little town in the pyranees.... actually cloer to barlecona then present location of murcia, spain.......... the town is directly north of barcelona....airbnb host there is an englishwoman.......... watching the kid play with his mom in sofia, bulgaria.......he´s looking good.... just missed out on 3 months of his early childhood......... he´s holding his head up just fine, playing with some plastic toy keys on a plastic toy keyring that fell from the sky here in murcia, possibly from someone´s apartment, or else it precipitated from the nothing in some mysterious way otherwise, either way, the kid loves them...he´s trying to do a push up now

tv show review: fast n'loud

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2346169/?ref_=sr_1

tv show review: fast n'loud

guy in photo above with sunglasses buys run down cars, has them fixed up by three mechanics above and resells them, hopefully for a profit although sometimes  at auction for highest bid/no reserve....

issue, business owner/main host (guy with sunglasses) is too happy and wags his tail every time he sees a rundown shitbox he wants to fix up..... does not keep a poker face, doesn't have one, ends up paying too much for rundown shitboxes......

solution, get guy with long beard that is quiet type (see picture, with the red glasses and head under hood), to do the bidding for him, he has a poker face, boss guy should pretend he is  not the boss but that beardy guy is the boss even though beardy guy is not the boss..... beardy guy would make superior bidder