Compañeros

In the sixth year following Wings of Desire, Cassiel fell from Der Himmel über Berlin and joined Damiel in the flesh in the screen sequel. Now, in the sixth year following the death of the actor who’d incorporated Cassiel, the actor who embodied Damiel has wrapped the process in real life and headed in the other direction.

As a stage actor Bruno Ganz co-founded the Berliner Schaubühne, as a Swiss film actor he was truly international, performing in several languages, which, depending upon when Terrence Malick releases Radegund, could reach seven decades.

Considering his body of work, it might be considered a shame if this is all he’s remembered for:

Ganz außer sich – 1941–2019

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E-merge Nancy

Good evening. Is me, Vlad the Imp. Not to worry, I am not coming here like last time for devil-may-care mocking of how US American Democrat Party is every time getting overtrumped.

I even shorten name from Impaler so not to remind of still sharp spike of irony how First Dame of party model for Cheater in Chief is one to go down on own erection.

Oh, dear US American: I have shove spike in own mouth. I apologise if I offend with sexist joke. Is not who I am.

See? Even non-apology is proof I am more secure in strongman-ness than US Don. He is never saying sorry for nothing!  This is bringing me closer to point: I come to mock now idiot ass-ring kisser of Don Trump, still crazy after all two years. Surprised?

So US Don is promising state of emergency for paying for wall. In Valentine’s Day messenger, New York Times is maybe also describing step of state with tasteless wordplay: “dizzy new heights” may be referring to tower or wall. Of course is possible for me here to make point about volly-partisan incremental executive overreach which was doing nada to stop progressive overcheaching, but like I say,  I come to mock US Don fan. Good thing Republican voter is too stupid to understand implication of “volly-partisan incremental executive overreach”. Perhaps they think is joke about US American big breasted darling singer.

So I say direct to you, US Don lover: You know how New World Order is plan to put United States under boot of International Order of Illuminati? Well let me explain you something about what I have much experience: the East German Wall was not falling down because of the Big Bad Socialism. East German Wall was collapsing because East German Central Planning Committee had no more money to keep up East German Wall. Do not think too long about this. I don’t want you to die of aneurysm of brain.

If only US Don had listen to me. My plan for keeping wall promise is making possible the wall without going bust. Look at China. Of course I know this is false analogy but I am still coming to point.

First of all, no state of emergency! This is stupidest idea, even as bluff. Following is bullets plan that US Don was vetoing in US-Russia Facebook to Facebook Super Secret Summit:

  1. Sell California to Canada. Say “Trust me. I can get really good deal, okay.”
  2. Key part of “good deal” is negotiating Commonwealth Plan for South CA, Ca border: Post Brexit Partnership for Her Royal Highness Security Service and Robust Employment. Toothless Brit will love hunting “Wog for Crown” with promise of R&R at beach front desert and getting herpes on holiday in Tijuana.
  3. Make Speaker Pelosi Governor of New Texas-Zona
  4. Give New-Gov. Nancy proceeds from California deal to start public-private partnership for Super Progressive E-startup Zone along border.
  5. Model for 1300 mile long Business Operations Bungalow (BOB) is Joint Security Area of Korea DMZ. North side is manager. South side is slave.
  6. Manager is Mexican-American who were becoming citizen through military service. South side is who cares?
  7. Kick can to President-elect Kamala Harris in 2020.
  8.  LOL

 

On MLK Day Hoops Traditches

That one day black & white ‘Iches’ will be balling all over the leaderboard.

Speakin’ o’ itches, I been dyin’ ‘t get my next Pinkler part published (as in, as per the parlance of this log, not professionally, mind you) but have been struggling with the nug that was supposed to’ve been next, not nadir-most ’cause o’ th’ distraction factor (as in, itself the distraction from something else I should be doing that looms).

 

Agaze or a Sundae

O! wendily, wendily. For one to know if another’s take is correct, one must know if the take of the take bears integrity. Finally new use of ‘political correctness’. My apologies belatedly, and in advance of what’s to come. I reckon I am guilty of expound-splaining as ones’ of redundant blogarrhea do do… albeit having forgone the clichéd link to an on the subject essay of mine own, though certainly rife with pretension (‘mine own’, in-deed). With what shall we win, well why not go on, true take, true take. Too is the take of C des Cs’ twittling worthy of such similarly deeper consideration (anarchier than thou, anyone? .. good times).For, you see, I was talking about my burgeoning belief that it is, in fact, only the plausibility that TPTB actually believe that repairing &/or buttressing their credibility is necessary as such. It is where I came up with (warning, near-narcissistic self-referencing of an essay in effect) ‘manufacturing plausible consent’. I swear to Bejeezelbub Lucichrist that it is not just a portmanteau but a very real theory of my own very own, still yet incomplete in the flesh, which is why I probably do not link to it. If I may quote the late junkie, WSB: It’s full of holes, it’s full of holes. Prolly cuz I forced Gnome together with plausible deniability… but, no, I think I still think that they belong under the same analytical frame.

In short: they can do what they want, they that be, so at best the propaggrandising is long-already of indirect influential intent, seeking to maintain merely the canard that they gotta keep up appearances. They only feel the need to keep up appearances of keeping up appearances. Who in the last quarter century or maybe longer has done anything to stand in the way? —dly

As to Sundae all over the world:

Best Ficktion: a wondrously shifting subject, of length for on-line, so print it out.

As to the gaze:

Referencing still that I didn’t get smart until he behind the mask I thought was his own own face explicitly gazed upon itself providing the context, now in recursive mode.

“Snap one more time, see!”

 

October’s Objects of Possession

I’d like, for once, to argue with people who’d gotten their preposterous opinions on their own, reflecting the genuine shapes of their own minds as buffeted by private experience… rather than arguing indirectly with The State’s proxies in the form of brainwashed consumers who inadvertently ingest opinions and pre-fab personality traits with the media products they absorb like addicts.

T‘s that shit you let fly that lays the ground on which you sound bitter or crazy for your all of a sudden one day saying something that implies your not thinking that shit should fly. Like, by the time of the meddlesome mother’s objection to her kid’s having to recite “under God” in school, you missed the boat on calling out in front of God & her PTA just how retarded the goddamn Pledge is in the first place.

How many y’all ever really thought ‘Ye’ was a musical genius? Name one track he’s ever done that even ever accidentally rocked your brain stem. I mean, what’s his actual legacy defining moment?

Can’t one at least take pleasure in Maga cum Dickface’s abrading his anus all over the oval rug, branding the presidential seal, or is it that his followers’ certain justification of their hero’s soiling of the inviolable accessory just grate on each last nerve that conveniently responds to trumped up triggers? As in, the only reason that shit’s sacred is because of them. Fuckin’ hypocrites. Imagine the gall it takes to profess to hold something dear that you don’t hold dear.

The following image is from 1885, one century before the rhetoric of the Ray Gun Revolution’s being cemented in history. For the Millennial, an adequate comparison for context would be when Bo Rama was re-elected, his nation’s approving his legacy in all of its vainglorious disposition matrix, which is just another stone along the path of what will continue to pass for one of those many feel good American moments one’s questioning is questionable.

Stralauer Plz, Berlin-Friedrichshain 1885 (Am Ostbahnhof 2018)