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Amiri Baraka, Chris Christie and the Rape of New Jersey

Humble Readers,
When Amiri Baraka passed away on January 9 of this year, we lost a great american.
During his life, Baraka said a number of foolish and incendiary things. He called all white men ‘fags’ and called for the rape of all white women by black men – talking about going for a reaction! As he got older, his racist rants lightened up.
We spoke to him in the year before his death and race division was not the answer to our problems, as he saw it. We are past that and the only way we can save this country is for all people to unite. In fact, the only way we got to interview him was to tell him that his message did not get to enough white people and that most readers of the publication we wanted to interview him for were white. When we first asked for an interview, we were met with laughter but once we explained why we wanted to interview him for Beatdom, he relented.
The movements by the lower and middle class groups cannot be exclusive to race or party. The only way to beat the commercial-industrial-military complex that has most people beaten down is to unite, not to fight each other. Instead of attacking another race, why not join together and go after the rich bastards who you think have all your money? Even Baraka admitted that the election of Obama served to widen the gap between races, which had been a huge focus of civil rights groups. The issue of Civil Rights keeps slipping into the news. Before he died, Mr. Baraka pointed to the Trayvon Martin case, which exploded shortly thereafter. He also called out the Tea Party, a huge racist group.
Another prescient bit that AB (as his staff called him) told us involved a certain Mayor of Newark. This guy got elected by the people of Newark and robbed them for decades by signing a deal with Prudential Insurance to allow them tax-free access to do business in Newark. Corey Booker, the conman in question, has deprived the citizens of Newark countless dollars. One Prudential building is worth ‘about 300 million dollars a year in taxes’ according to the late poet. That is 300 million a year since 1970.
Besides allowing Prudential to usurp city services and plaster its name over all the buildings and landmarks it can defile, Booker (at that time) was trying to sell the water rights belonging to the city, as well as 200 acres of land where water springs from. This does not seem in the best interest of the people of New Jersey.
NO interest in the people of New Jersey???? How can we even use the phrase without mentioning, our Hero Sandwich, Chris Christie?chris1
When the sitting Senator of New Jersey died last year, Governor Christie rewarded Booker for his mis-deeds (and likely payoffs pushed up the ladder) from the Newark scams. Booker has a pretty face and shiny bald head. He is black.
Black or white, he obviously is consumed by greed from the inside out so color doesn’t matter. What matters is – where he is going from Senator? If Christie eats himself through the press and doesn’t get to the 2016 primaries, Booker could carry out his agenda and be counted on to keep kicking the graft up the ladder to the big guy. Another good, thing…he is even whiter than Obama…look!booker
Is he our future? Is Christie our future? Do we want a future?

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We Picked the Wrong Week to Not Blog

Gentle Readers,

It has been a pretty eventful week for us here at CFYSA. We finally crossed the Cascades and got to the other side of the great State of Washington. This is the Washington people warned us about…the part with the trees and the rain. Except it has not rained. It is simply gorgeous here in the far NW and we find ourselves very fortunate to be visiting fine friends here.
The topography of this state is so rich and varied. So far we have slept in the scablands, the desert, the high mountains, along the mighty Columbia River, in the flaxen fields below Spokane and it seems like the best has been saved for last. We got here a few days ago but the ride was one of those all-nighters which leave you slumped for two days after…at least at my age. We still have not seen the ocean or stepped on a volcano but those are next…chris5
The old HellRaiser is still waiting for us in the garage but is all ready to camp up and down the Pacific Coast Highway in just a couple short months.
Meanwhile, we have some missed news and updates.

First of all, you may be pleased to hear that several expert horticulturalists are taking up the challenge to produce a nice strain of medical marijuana to honor Paul Krassner, who has enriched our lives in ways you do not exactly understand but take our word for it…face it, the guy was not only editor of MAD, he also edited Playboy, Hustler, and numerous other NON-counterculture magazines, aside from starting The Realist. In fact, now that we think about it, all those rejection slips we got from those same magazines when we submitted copy could have been sent by him. We could post his photo but here is one of his books, instead.chris6
We do have a few interviews to be published with Mr. Krassner in upcoming months, one in Beatdom and the other in Seattle’s Culture Magazine’s March issue. They are on different subjects and the Beatdom will not be available until May, so save up and get a copy then. In the meantime buy the March Culture. We did a story on ‘Lenny Bruce VS Racism,’ featuring Mr. Krassner and that appeared for sale in just the past two weeks. He just makes a comment on Bruce but we have some other good stuff in there as well!It has Mr. Krassner describing what type of bud he would most like to have named after himself…and that is all we can say.

It is hard to think of Krassner without thinking of comedy. It is hard to think of comedy with thinking of a few fat jokes and it is hard to walk around with fat jokes on hand and not use them in the ‘wake’ of Chris Christie’s adventures. We noticed that he has several cartoon strips dedicated to what him and one about what his presidency will be like. We do not have suitable fat jokes to lay on you at this time but we have sprinkled this blog with plenty of pics of the big guy.chris4 (mean-looking, huh?)
Now Christie is in trouble over trying to defeat politic enemies by stopping traffic. He could have done it by laying across three lanes of that bridge himself but he decided to have minions handle it for him. They are not nearly as sneaky and were caught in christhe act. Last year we interviewed the great poet, Amiri Baraka – who died recently. He lived in Newark, NJ, and told us of the Mayor there being so crooked that he was making money for an insurance company while being paid by the people of NJ…Cory Booker. Baraka felt Booker to be a wrong man and we would have to agree…funny thing is, after we spoke withy Mr. Baraka, a New Jersey Senator died and the empty seat was filled by the dastardly Cory Booker. Who made the decision? Why Chris Christie, of course!

They both want to be president. We are not showing Booker’s photo here because you will be seeing enough of his face when they try to run him for president…that is if Obama has not ruined the possibility of a black man taking the position again in the next few years. His antics have caused a lot of racial division and we thought the idea of a black president was to even things out.
Who knows? Unfortunately, this guy does…chris1
Baraka was already on ‘the list’ for writing the truth about the 911 bombings . The Governor of New Jersey stripped of his title of Poet Laureate because he told the truth. He does not even belong in a silly blog like this but he did warn us about Booker…watch him!!!


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On Language (contains explicit vocabulary)

     Dearest Readers,

We have not gone on a porn tangent caused by too much time alone.  We show the cover of an old copy of National Screw to exemplify the meaning of this blog, one which we touched on here once before, that being

“Cunt is the Nigger of the Nouns”.

     They are simply words, mind you, no different from other words, except for the power they are given by the denial of them.  Mark Twain famously used the word nigger in Huck Finn, as did John Lennon in Woman Is the Nigger of the World, from which we obviously stole our catchphrase.  R.P. McMurphy called Big Nurse a cunt in the 1962 novel by Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Jack Nicholson mouthed it in that role in the 1975 movie.

Both words have the tendency to get the user into trouble ~ but why is that?  Like Lenny Bruce used to note, it is perfectly fine for movies and media to show violence, murder, war, mass murder, torture, etc…but the motion picture advisory group draws the line at making love.  You are not allowed to watch closely simulated sex, which is a legal act, usually, but you can see some pretty macabre violence without looking too far.

What does that say about us as a society?

Many years ago, as the result of not being a racist, fate found me living in Newport News, VA.  Previously, my residence was in Norfolk, where my ‘schtick’ at the time was running telemarketing rooms for performing arts companies.  This was a particularly daunting enterprise, as it put me in the position of trying to get southerners to communicate intelligently on a phone.  This was in the mid-1980s, before the internet, when people still had very strong regional dialects and a ‘southern’ accent could be baffling to one from North of the Mason Dixon.

One bright light was a woman who answered my newspaper ad.  Her name was Miriam and she was a school teacher who spoke superbly understandably.  The only problem was that she was a black woman.  While running the telephone room was my duty, the theatre company we were selling tickets for was the client.  One day, the client asked me to get rid of Miriam because it did not seem like a good idea to have a black woman represent the theatre.  That evening, Miriam got a $50 bonus.  She would not be fired by me.

We finished the sales campaign and it was back north for me, doing a fund drive at the New York City Ballet Company in Lincoln Center.  My employer, who lived on the west coast, was in New York and wanted to see me.  We met at the great Oak Room in the Algonquin Hotel on 44th Street.  The scene of the famous Algonquin Round Table, it was a thrill for me to be there…until the subject of Miriam came up.  Explaining the situation, it came down to one thing – the client is where the money comes from.  Choosing the side of an employee over the client, all racism considered, was wrong, he told me.  While it had been one of my best jobs yet, sticking to my guns was the only way to go.  Miriam will never know that my job was taken away because of her and that is better because she was so sweet, she would have blamed herself.  I had principles, damn it.

My return to Virginia, precipitated by an offer of a place to live from Ferd, was not so much fun as the first stay.  It was summer, it was hot, Ferd’s wife was a bitch and she prevailed upon him to have me move elsewhere.  A guy in the apartment complex had an extra bedroom and he ran a landscaping business.  Free lodging came with a job, so weed-eater operating became my latest vocation, trimming the edges of lawns while three other guys, two black, one white, mowed them.

The white guy, an idiot of epic proportions, wore headphones most of the time and carried an extra-large ‘Big Gulp’ cup in one hand while he pushed the mower with the other.  The two blacks guys were always laughing at him and it left me no choice but to join them.  They were alright and we worked close.  We sweated into each other when we sat in the hot truck.  We drank beer out of the same 40 ounce bottles at lunch.  We smoked the same funny, hand-rolled cigarettes and sometimes even smoked tobacco together.

With these two guys, nigger was a word they managed to work into almost every sentence.  They called each other nigger, they called me nigger, it was niggerniggernigger, all the time.  One day, on the pretence of getting some angel dust, the author gave one of them five dollars to buy it with.  Then he disappeared for a few days, as always seems to happen when lending money.  Both guys lived in an apartment near ours, so while drinking beer on a Saturday, he cut across the parkinglot below.  While knowing we are all in full control of whatever comes out of our mouths, when “Hey, where’s my five bucks, nigger?” came out of mine, it was not meant as an insult, since he had niggered me so many times.

In response, he charged the stairs to the balcony in an PCP-induced rage, forcing me to kick him in the chest when he reached the top of the steps.  It seemed like only seconds from the time he rolled down the steps until he tried again, only with a baseball bat.  That was good enough for me to retreat, since he was taking this much more seriously than myself.  It was only five bucks.  Grabbing the biggest knife in the apartment, a butcher job with a 14-inch blade, but not really wanting to hurt anybody, a flush of relief hit me when the police showed up – now that was a real first for me!

Bottomline was that, due to me being white and having kicked the black man down the stairs, it would only cause trouble for my caucasian employer if he kept me there, so a move was forced upon me.  Bottomline was – because I would not act like a racist, I ended up in a position where I was forced to head back north…all over a word.  Since then, I have been called a racist because I think Obama is a bad president.  Such idiocy is usually overlooked by me, but why is it just fine for one group of people to use a word and not another?  It is the power of the Word.

While never having gotten into any bad situations as regards my use of the word cunt, one has to admit that it carries the same aura of exclusivity.  Merriam-Webster’s ‘Learner’s Dictionary’ tells us that “Cunt is an extremely offensive word in all of its uses and should be avoided.”  Why not cock?  The ‘Learners’ are not cautioned away from using the word cock.  They sort of go together (or used to when the author was young) so why is one more offensive?

Do we even know why we consider the word cunt to be so terrible, while big, old swinging cock is allowed to enjoy itself in common language?  Take the Spanish language; instead of cock and cunt, you have concha (meaning seashell) and cojones (meaning balls).  It makes you wonder why it is an insult to be compared to a seashell but why it is a sign of power to have cojones.

This photo probably did not do much to help the situation:

…but it is funny so we stick it there.  Research says that cunt is the dirtiest word in the world, yet many claim that the cunt can be a very good thing, indeed.  So, while we do not have the following or the glitz of the National Screw, we admire how the late Al Goldstein put the world’s best literary talent in his magazine, in between the cunts.  He tried to demystify, and get rich, from such taboos, as did Lenny and George Carlin, as did Rabelais.

What we still do not know for positive is why Cunt is the Nigger of the Nouns.


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Gentle Readers…Potential Foul Language (but legal) Ahead. Proceed With Open Mind!

     ‘Woman Is The Nigger of the World’…John Lennon.

     ‘Baby, Baby, Baby Is A Rock N Roll Nigger’…Patti Smith

     ‘Cunt Is the Nigger of the Nouns’…Michael Hendrick

     Now that I have your attention…

     Why do we need to use shock language? Why was your Humble Narrator missing in action from blogland due to an increased intake of opiates? Why is this country (USA) awash in the ‘New Racism’?

     If we avoid ‘dirty’ words, they become dirty by association.  Our Saint and Mentor Lenny Bruce proved that 50 years ago, right about when the staff at CSAFY was waking up to the world.

     As a caucasian, I have been accused of racism simply for not agreeing with the so-called president. I visited an African American friend of mine the next day and told her about it and she said she is fed up with this juvenile fecundity, as well. It is the second or third time I was accused of racism this month. The people who accused me did not know that I lost the highest-paying job I ever had because I was working for redneck/upperclass fools at the Virginia Stage Company in Norfolk and refused to fire a woman I had hired to work in my department.  The owners of the VSC felt that a black woman was not capable of representing them on the telephone. I told them, ‘fuck you.’

     The day they told me to get rid of her, I took her aside and gave her a cash bonus, even though she had no idea of the racist skullduggery which was afoot.  Months later, I was summoned to the Oak Room of the Algonquin Hotel In Manhattan and questioned about my pro-equality stance and summarily dismissed from my position for not being an oppressor of a 100 pound, five foot tall black woman who was a school teacher all her life and was as sweet a woman as one could ever meet.

    That was the 80s and nigger was a bad word. Now it is only a bad word if white people use it. Reverse racism is gripping tooth and nail to the coat-tails of the extreme factions we are seeing in this, what used to be our country, and the lesson we learned from the civil rights demonstrations of the 1960s are long forgotten. White man bad…black man victim…

    What does this have to do with cunts? Recent rulings in the state of Pennsylvania made such words legal to say in public, or even cajole the police with when they are trying to reason with you. If you recall, Freedom of Speech was once a Universal Right to all americans and now it is a joke. This is one very small victory in the fight to say what we wish to.

    So the narcotics are wearing off. I had to take them because they made the K2 illegal and I can have all the opiates I want with no fear of reprisal. So, if you must blame a narcotic stupor for the lack of scholarly advice which normally oozes from this page, blame your Uncle Sam…or is it Uncle Osama?

     Do I hate Obama because he is black, sorta? No! Do I hate NJ Gov. Chris “Buffet”Cartman Christie, who looks like he will be in the race to be out next leader (hahahahahahahaha)? Yes…I hate him because he is a fat, miserable fuck who is playing with the environment, not from his massive body mass and it’s affect on tides and orbit of the planet, but because he is a fucking idiot – like Obama! He is white, caucasian, whatever – he has so much skin that he could probably qualify for several different ethnicities, depending on where you take the skin from on his bloated carcass.  Do I hate General Tom Corbett, the other fat fuck who sold out his state for a million and a half dollars per cabinet position and will become ten times richer thanks to screwing the people who voted for him? Yes, I hate him and he is the same skin tone as I am.

     So, if you hear inklings of racism at the office or market, do your best to shut the mouth of the ignorant fuckwit who said such irresponsible booshwah! Most of the racism is coming from the young because they are oppressed and have no chance in the rich man’s world of the USA. They will die under a bridge due to lack of ambition and want to blame me for being a capitalist.

    Somebody wake up…Dear Readers, I know you are awake…but please try to waken a few others before the war of inequality swallows the USA before a Chinese bomb has a chance to wipe us out.

   Wake somebody up and you will awaken a new sense of purpose in yourself…if you want one.

     By the by, it was by pure coincidence and accident that I posted this on Martin Luther King Day. The lessons of Doctor King are being subordinated by feuds between white trashers and blacks with attitudes. It is the first battle in the Era of Class Warfare that our government is pulling this country into through flagrant ignorance of the Constitutional Rights of ALL citizens, no matter what colour, race or creed.


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Redhead Granny Defies DEA, Smokes Mr. Nice Guy Strawberry!!!

     I predict in the near future right-wingers will use drug hysteria as a pretext to set up an international police apparatus. Williams S. Burroughs in Drugstore Cowboy, 1989

     Dearest Kittenz and Katz,

     As our hero notes in the quote above, we are in the middle of a war, perpetuated and visited upon us in the guise of protecting a nation of people from their own desires. One hundred and ninety million people in America smoke marijuana regularly, yet they are cowed by laws dictated by a lying bastard of a president and a legislature full of pocket-lining, self-serving spooks.

     To further agitate the situation, the geography of the USA is such that, a person living in New Jersey on the East Coast, a person in California on the West Coast and any politician with an address in Washington, DC, including (and especially the potsmoking president) are allowed to legally get pot from the doctor, while most of the poor schmucks who are resigned to life in the heartland do not have the privilege. We live in a land of privilege, where the rich and connected get what they want and the people whos’ sweat they live off of are denied those same pleasure. Privilege leads to class warfare and like Bob Dylan once said, ‘ a lot of people don’t have much food on their table but they got a lot of knives and forks and they gotta cut something…’ People may be gullible and easy to control but they DO catch on sooner or later and it is going to be a mess when it happens. It is already starting, as you can even see in the media they allow us to watch.

     To point out how ridiculous things have gotten, let’s look at the latest action by the DEA to stop people from smoking K2, JWH, Spice or any of the sythetic THC blends. They said that in one month, they will take all such products from vendors and stop sales for exactly one year. At the moment I type this, I can hear a commercial on the stock channel, CNBC, saying how pot is the largest cash crop in america, bringing in billions of dollars to millions of americans…yet we are going down the fiscal tubes and our asshole in chief will have nothing to do with it ~ aside from smoking it like former Presidents Clinton, Kennedy and who knows who else, Jefferson, Washington…too many to name…

    So when the DEA said stop, I stocked up and tried some new stuff since the thrill may soon be gone. The always-lovely Tara, as usual, made a good suggestion and told me that strawberry-flavoured ‘Mr Nice Guy’ was on sale…buy two, get one half price. I bought some and it tasted really nice. As I had noted to Tara, when i went to buy some at the gas station the last time, a guy came bursting through the door, almost shouting, ‘…any strawberry Mr Nice Guy left???’…so that had given my curiousity a shot and I tried three packages.

     Ferd coughed on his first hit because he is used to cigarettes and I had a clean screen but he liked it immediately. But that is Ferd. Also in attendance was a sweet woman, a grandmother of four, in her fifties, who had never so much as smoked a single hit of pot in her whole life. She was curious, too, so I held the container of strawberry blend under her nose and asked her how it smelled. ‘Nice’, she replied. So I filled a bowl.

     We offered her the bowl and held the lighter. She asked ‘how to inhale’ and I said to just hold it in. She took a little puff and blew it out. “That tastes good,” she said, watching as I filled my lungs and held it, then breathed it out heavily. “Want some more?” I asked and she nodded to the affirmative. She took another hit but this time, she held it in and seemed surprised to see the smoke when she exhaled. The bowl kept smoking and she took one more hit. Three hits.

     Never having been high in her life, she was not sure what to expect but when I saw the funny little smirk appear at the corners of her mouth, I knew it had worked. “How do I know when it works,” she queried, with a wide grin. “I think it already did, from looking at you…what are you smiling about?” I asked if her stomach felt better and she said it felt warm and cozy and just kept smiling.

    I asked her about anxiety…did she feel funny…was she scared…would she freak out like all those kids in the newspapers…”Let’s have spaghetti,” was her logical reply, chuckling. I am not sure how long it lasted but it was pleasurable. She told me that once she was sitting on her step with a guy she was dating and her daughter-in-law came and yelled at her because her date was smoking pot. She had no idea. This made her the perfect subject to show just how harmless and over-played this whole ball of crap about THC is.

    Wake up America! The smokers outnumber the lawmakers but we don’t have what we want because the lawmakers have trained us into an army of lazy, facacta fools.

    Stand up and do something. Don’t let grandmoms be denied the right to get high after watching over two generations and deserving a little pleasure. Don’t let lawmakers fool you into thinking you are wrong. They are power hungry pols with nothing in their heads except how to keep the poor people down. It used to  be black people that got this treatment but the archaic drug laws are fairer than the Congress when it comes to equal rights…as long as it is the right to be equally guilty. Blacks (come on… some are from other countries than Africa, so black is more true than ‘african-american’ when speaking of dark-skinned people from other countries. Wake up to that, too.) have been scapegoated and persecuted, making our prisons a burgeoning industry and for the most part, because of simple possession of pot.

     Look at Willie Nelson…he gets arrested with six ounces and is free to walk around. In the same state, Texas, men sit behind bars for 20 years for possession of two joints, or less than a gram of the same stuff. The difference? Privilege, of course. Willie is not poor and black. He plays at the White House every so often. He started Farm Aid (at the suggestion of Bob Dylan) to help the poor farmers in america.

     The best and fairest thing would be to lock Willie up with the same sentence a young black man would get…a life sentence!  Then his fanbase would be upset, stage a big concert with a lot of celebrities and ‘Free Willy’ while showing Washington that a vote for pot can put you in the big office for eight years…a fact that Obama is sorely missing.

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