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Saturday, January 24, 2015

Muslims In The Hood

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We got em. A lot of them, in fact it feels like living in the Middle East. Jews from Israel scattered here and there like raisins in oatmeal and Muslims everywhere else. Mostly the Muslims are from Iran that are around us. I'm taking it that they're a few Muslims thrown in from elsewhere, it's hard to tell, they all talk like there's rocks in their mouth.

Some years back, when Wally could still walk in the hood, we noticed a lot of Middle Eastern style construction done to the WWll housing tract homes built here after the war. Granted, the homes aren't much to talk about. Every forth home is exactly like your home, back then. But times change and with it enhancements in the houses. 

You got a few from the funk era of the seventies, they added wood stoves or wood siding and the, 'Must Have' hot tub. Some added on the back of the house or a second floor. A few Spanish style, but now it's pillars at the entrance. A must have if you're selling to anyone from the Middle East. Pillars and lots of cement where grass use to grow. You can have, swank, charisma, you can have charm for the house but, if doesn't come with two pillars on the sides of the front doorway it's  a shit-hole to anyone from the land of the Gods. I think that's where it all stems from, pillars at the doorway to their gods. The old country is full of oil, desert and old dead gods in houses of worship with pillars at the front door.

You don't hear much from them, the gods, they use to be pretty active a few thousands years ago, but not now. In fact it's so bad that if you're from the Middle East and you want the god to do something, like kill someone you don't like, they won't. It leaves the practitioner of the religion perplexed but obviously the god wants this other guy dead, and since the god does, it's okay to kill them in the name of whatever Middle Eastern deity needs filling in.

I'm sure they're all peaceful. The guy that parks across the street with a Lexus, glued figures of,I-don't-know-what-the-hell-they-are on the engine's hood with Israeli and American flags circling the scene seems like a sure nut case, he does stick out, but there are others, the not so obvious ones. The ones that make pipe bombs in the garage with a jihad burka bitch by his side. Those are the ones that worry me. And I'm sure the hood has them. Every fucking nut job comes here because the rents are low for these pillared homes of the Middle East.

So we have all the making for a Perfect Storm. Jews from Israel and Muslims from Iran and who-knows-where. All stewing here waiting for something to chew on.

But there is hope. Yesterday, at Trader, they had pork tamales in red sauce. Pork is still available at the local market, and I cook it every chance I get. Let its delicious scent fill the air and wander by the nose of those who abhor the thought. My contribution to the mix. They build bombs, I cook pork slow and methodical in our, much changed hood waiting for one of these holy warriors to go fucking ape.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Fear Of Jihadist Terrorists Creeps in


How do you explain it? I heard from realtors, and from those of us still left in this neighborhood going back decades, that many Muslims live in the hood now. We have a family next door to us. Another three doors down tried to sue me. The matriarch said she tripped on the sidewalk a few years ago in front of the house. She lost her case against me. But she heard, somehow, that I was a published author. One of the lawyers, during the deposition, asked if my name could be found on the Internet. I said "Yes," I have a website, blog, published articles, and fiction stories in books and magazines.  Just type in my name, the same name, on the deed that realtors have copies of.  "Oh, how fortunate, the house you're interested in is very near a published author." In fact, F. Scott Fitzgerald spent his last alcoholic days just a few blocks from here. I wonder if any of his relatives have been sued by Muslims.

Now here is something a bit scary for me, since the lawsuit, when the Muslim neighbors moved in next door, in welcoming them, they said, "You're a writer?" "Yes," I said doubting they ever read anything I wrote-- they're from Iran, heterosexual, and intellectual snobs, (they sniggered after they asked what college I went to, and I told them, the local state college up the street) made me wonder how did they know? I only told them my name was Mike. The realtors, in the sale of their house, told them that because the same name as the property owner also came up on the Internet.  

I'm gay and old and I know what religious bigotry can do. It can kill you for being a Sodomite, as religious Christians like to call us, who for over two thousand years have been doing just that, murder, torture, and imprisoning us even today. So now I wonder, what idiot Muslim teenager with nothing to do but listen to how god hates fags and they must be killed for desecrating Allah, and then either tries to or actually does it. 

After the failed lawsuit against me, shortly after the lawyers told me I won, nails were driven into the sidewall of one of the tires on the Caddie. Coincidence? Hardly. Nothing else happened since then. I ignore them, they ignore me.  And I do keep a good eye on them. 

Then there is the local market, Trader Joe's. You go there and you hear a lot of Middle-Eastern dialects. Now I have to wonder if any of their rug-rats they brought are going to go Jihad on us at some point, Really, I think about it now, especially with Christians in this country upset with us and the courts for allowing equality for gays. 

The Christians are just as bad. It is religion itself that has warped society. As far as I know, there is no known case of a god killing anyone, it's always the people that believe in the god that do it. In America, only in the major cities, are you relatively safe if you're gay or lesbian, even then, fag-bashing is still a problem.  In the rural areas, it's a real good idea to keep a low profile. Going out in drag, hitting on the wrong guy, could get you a good case of death.

So yeah, I'm a little concerned. The French terrorists killed anybody they thought needed killing on their path of terror. And I firmly believe, it will happen again here.






Thursday, January 8, 2015

Why The Quran And Muhammad Are Corrupted


A South Park Cartoon
 Has anyone notice what many religions have in common? The words attributed to a god and his laws come from hermits living in isolation.  These hermits record that they pray, fast, and mutilate themselves (some in the Judaic period, rolled in their own excrement). 

We have jokes about hermits living in caves all the time, someone is depicted climbing a steep mountain to encounter a near-naked and hungry looking person. The climber asks a question and the punch line is given by the hermit. That's how use we are to them. We all know who the guy sitting in front of his cave is.

Jesus wandered in a desert, tended to by angels before he began to preach. Buddha, the smartest of the bunch, did the same thing, but didn't have to find a cave, he made one with his mind, a retreat where breath, food and I guess taking a shit were all controlled.

It's a bit frightening really, some nut case, who usually isn't getting along with the populace, finds the real god by forcing themselves to hallucinate by depriving their bodies of some need. And I wouldn't be surprised if a few herbal drugs weren't involved with the visions as well. Beer has been a staple of man since Adam woke up with his mate contorting with a snake. A very, male penis envy, story if you ask me. Adam sure was shocked by the size of it. Of course, because of Eve, (mans eternal scapegoat for everything that goes wrong is the women in their lives) god evicted them from a real nice place, they now have to wear scratchy clothes the rest of their lives, all because Adam had a small penis syndrome. Which still plagues men with large penises today. It's never big enough.

I mean, here in today's world, these people would be on skid row with their hand out, blathering schizophrenic phrases, or a hat near their lectern. So why is it, that people want to believe these very old stories of what we take for as lunacy today?

I'll tell you why. They had good publishers. Someone picked it up and sold it as truth. Just like people believing in The Da Vinci Code, it's fiction folks, listed in the fiction section of libraries and book stores yet some people see it otherwise and they're just as many as to believe in the religion behind the fiction. A kind of fiction writer stealing ideas from another fiction writer, but who made them famous?

The Publisher.

I'm sure, if I had the right publisher, I would be a household name by now. Maybe if I shit in my pants and sit in it, starve myself into seeing things while drunk and fucked up, I might get a break in big time sales of my work. It certainly worked for dead crazy people.