Da Black Whole

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Just Another Thirteenth Friday

There are some things you can't cover up
with lipstick and powder
Did I hear you mention my name
can't you talk any louder?
Don't come any closer
Don't come any nearer
My vision of you can't get any clearer

Girls talk
And they want to know how
Girls talk
And they say it's not allowed
Girls talk
If they say that it's so
Don't you think that I'd know by now?

That the word upon everyone's lips
Stick that you're dedicated
Though you may not be an old-fashioned girl
You're still going to get dated
Was it really murder?
Were you just pretending?
Lately I have heard you are the living end

Girls talk
and they wanna know about her
Girls talk
they wanna know if I care
Girls talk
and they wanna know where
Girls talk Girls talk

"Girl's Talk" (E. Costello)

Wanna know how girls talk?

Are you positive?

Take your time . . . because once you hear reality -- as opposed to whatever you want or need to believe -- well, it's like when Neo swallows the Red Pill in The Matrix.

There's no Going Back to Before. There never WAS any Before.
The truth'll set you free, and no shit.

But that doesn't mean you'll like it. Either truth or freedom.

Chances are, in fact, you won't like either. Neither is comfortable, calming, safe . . . or free.

I know somebody who knows somebody who knows a fly on a White House wall. His name's Mick Fly. (Now you'd think a fly on white paint would be detected, but that place is DARK inside!)

Before we listen in to The Girls planning our futures,
here's your Friday the Thirteenth prophecy from First Witch Laura.

Yesterday, on MLK Day, Laura's (ahem!) "opponent" Hillie Rodham, delivered a rousing speech to a Harlem congregation, in which she encouraged self-victimization, racial disharmony, and judgment of Americans by color of skin and level of perceived identity "oppression," rather than content of individual character.

I'm sure the Doc would have approved heartily.

Perhaps that trembling beneath our feet is him, graverolling.

Or maybe that's US shake-a-shake-a-bakin', grovelling before idols of ourselves. Makes ya wonder who's really dead.

Perhaps we're just plain terrified of what we've become, of how comprehensively we've betrayed our nation's principles and ideals, and can't even admit it to ourselves.

Laura Bush Sees Woman President in Future

By DEB RIECHMANN, Associated Press Writer

Friday, January 13, 2006

(01-13) 17:11 PST WASHINGTON, (AP) --

Laura Bush predicted on Friday that the United States soon will have a female president — a Republican, and maybe even Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. "I think it will happen for sure," Mrs. Bush said about a woman in the Oval Office.

She made the comment in a CNN interview broadcast on Friday, the day before she leaves for Liberia to attend the inauguration of the first female president in Africa.

"I think it will happen probably in the next few terms of the presidency in the United States," Mrs. Bush said.

Rice has said she has no desire to be president when President Bush's second term expires, but Mrs. Bush said: "I'd love to see her run. She's terrific."

Mrs. Bush leaves Saturday night for Africa where she will visit Ghana and Nigeria to promote education and AIDS treatment after leading the U.S. delegation attending the swearing-in of Liberia's President-elect Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf on Monday in Monrovia.

Rice is part of the delegation, as is one of the president's daughters, Barbara, who worked recently at a pediatric AIDS hospital in South Africa. "She's interested in the policy surrounding AIDS and what we can do in our country and in other countries around the world to really stop AIDS," Mrs. Bush said.

During the 13-minute interview in the Map Room of the White House, Mrs. Bush talked about how she and the president try to comfort the families of fallen U.S. troops by saying that their service in the armed forces is helping to establish a stable democracy in the Middle East.
In another gesture of consolation, Mrs. Bush said that on Thursday she called to offer encouragement to the wife of Supreme Court nominee Samuel Alito, Martha-Ann Bomgardner, who left her husband's testy Senate confirmation hearing in tears, eliciting sympathy from senators of both parties.

"I think it's very important for the Senate to have a very civil and respectful hearing for anyone that has been nominated for the Supreme Court or for the other jobs that require Senate confirmation," Mrs. Bush said.

"But on the other hand, my family has been in politics for a long time and I think you do develop a thick skin. Does it ever not hurt? You know, not really."

Not to worry, my poor, abused, downtrodden Queens of Babylon: your hides are thicker than an octogenarian Gila Monster with barnacles.

A female American President, eh?

Talk about whuppin' The Dead Horse!!

Females already rule North America and most of the Western world. I mean, where do we go from total matriarchy?

We go down. Backwards and down. That's where we go. Plunging like a streetwalker's neckline.







Maybe two.

Scroll up and check the photo again, because these are America's real decision-makers. Their hearts are as chimed as their menses, crocodilic precision. They prey is power, their tools are men -- men who can be controlled, manipulated, shamed, bled, and if necessary -- or just to show who's Boss -- blackmailed and destroyed.

It's easy. It's fun. And it gets easier and funner every day in Der Homeland.

Oh, alright, me droogies. No more teasing. Here's the transcript from Mick Fly -- our walleye White House Correspondent -- on the Giggling Girls under the Garden Tree.

Laura (whispering): Sug, the fools think we're Republicans!

Condo (braying): I can't wait to tell Hillie!!


Since femaleness suffuses the created world, the pure male is cast out. He has no right to life.

Camille Paglia, Sexual Personae


Boss says I's steppin too high
She useta think I's such a Professional Guy
Age of Reason, they say
Age of Science!
Go on . . .
Put them superstitions away

A headless chicken's stalkin' through the backyard
with a talkin' cockatoo
Three sisters got their eye on you
Things ain't always what they seem
And everyday here's Friday the Thirteenth

Watch out kid, best turn around
somebody's blood's boilin' underground
soon you'll be going down
and comin' out new
whether or not ya want to

Tie him to the old oak tree
Know my Numbers know
my ancient history
Age of the he-goat they say
Age of Man
Put them shackles away

A headless chicken's at the Zoo
holdin' Court by a sickle moon
Three sisters makin' eyes at you
Ya naked
Last Rite of Spring
And everyday here's Friday the Thirteenth

Watch out kid, best turn around
somebody's stirring the pot underground
Soon they'll cut a stick
and run ya through
The middle of Madtown!

"Friday the Thirteenth" (anon)


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