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We've got to repudiate, you know, the most strident and insulting anti-American voices out there sometimes on our party's left... We can't have our party identified by Michael Moore and Hollywood as our cultural values.
Al From,
CEO, Democratic Leadership Council

You know, let's let Hollywood and the Cannes Film Festival fawn all over Michael Moore. We ought to make it pretty clear that he sure doesn't speak for us when it comes to standing up for our country.

Will Marshall, President of the Progressive Policy Institute, the think-tank of the DLC

THE FIRST THING I thought when reading these passagesboth taken from a "soul-searching" roundtable held by the Democratic Leadership Councilwas this: Who the hell is Will Marshall?

I couldn't remember seeing his name at the top of anybody's ballot. I didn't remember which, if any, elections he had ever won. I was a little mystified, in fact, by the nature of his popular supportwho he meant, exactly, when he used the word "we" to talk about whom Michael Moore does and does not speak for.

According to the last data I could find, Moore recently made a movie that was seen by tens of millions of people around the world and has grossed nearly $120 million in the U.S. alone. Furthermore, it was, according to exit polls, a much better demographic success than the actual Democratic party. A Harris poll conducted in July found that 89 percent of Democrats agreed with Fahrenheit 9/11, along with 70 percent of independents. That means Moore outperformed John Kerry among independents by about 19 points, if we are to go just by the data presented by bum-licking power-worshipper Ron Brownstein of the Los Angeles Times at the DLC roundtable.
-Tom Tommorow. This Modern World.



Paul McCarthy - Tubbing, 1976
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Well, my orders came in from COMSec intelligence, should I choose to accept them. I'll be flying out next week to the wornderful greens of the vast empires once known, as this Island, this mighty trading behemoth, THIS ENGLAND!

Plans will be made this wed. I'm going before Christams, and plan to stay for christmas in either the Netherlands or Paris, maybe, NOT England, because I've been there 7 times already, and becasue it's way too damn expensive due to the exchange rate. God bless the Euro, (unless you're English, than God Damn It.) though... you still see a few cars (actually more than a few), on the M1 M2 M3 (woo, Adam & the Antz CARTROUBLE, Oh Yeah!), w/ EU stickers...

I'm tasked with bringing back the head of Colonel Montoya, the reward, A Shiny new Donkey! (And money).



Paul Mccarthy - Phaidon Contemporary Artists Series
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Last night, starving, part of my evening was spent coasting on fumes w/ Will or Grace, I'm not sure which the character is, as instead of buying gas for the car, weed was purchased. The reason for the desperate run to the store? To pick up cigarettes. Are you seeing a pattern here.

But don't cry for me Argentina, I don't want you to think I'm the horrible dupe of fate, mostly my money is lent out to someone so they wont get wacked. (True Story)...

Anyways, I had a can of soup which might have expired, even though The Mexican Council of Food said it was good, but may cause internal hemoraging due to spicy halepeno chilies... Chili factory catches fire (See Bhopal 20 year aniversery: This Link...) called the "Hiroshima of the Chemical Industry", and not without due cause... yes, Who would have thunk that Dow Chemical still wouldn't give a Hindu's ass about death, disfigurment, sickness, cancer, congenital birth defects, lung cancer, etc etc, after buying Union Carbide in 2001... They Seem like such nice folk. ...

Where the hell is Erin Brockvitch when you need her, (the prostitute with the heart of gold)?

Don't ask me what Paul McCarthy is doing above... A lot of this was done in the 60s as well by Delmore Schwartz and a direct follower Herman Nitzch... it's called Abject art, but Schwartz's "Meat Exhibition" was more of a prank, than art.

Okay, now I think I'll go play DOOM 3, which is sort of a rarity for me, but since my computer is all mini-spesh now, and these are the games that seem to please me best, the 'run-and-gun' brainless style of bopping around and killing things that seem to want to kill you. TAKE THAT MATRE D' CREB!



-Paul McCarthy - (Unknown)
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I want my profile picture to say: I'm a depressed existentialist who longs for extinction, but I'm still a depressed existentialist who enjoys a good joke.



WELL, THE Incredibly anoying gay character in the televison version of my life whom I am staying with, since I was evicted for evading rent for almost a year has gotten tired of me staying here.

He constantly complains about not having any money or weed or cigarettes... I'm not going to go into class warfare, but since the entiirety of his 'allowance' is spent on weed and cigarettes, and the rest of his needs, whatever they may be including rent, power, cable tv, etc etc, cool gifts at christmas are taken care of by his father who is a doctor, I really don't give a fuck about it...

In earnest he complained that by the time he was able to buy his own flat screen tee-vee the newer 'better' models would be out.

It's like living with a high strung gay Patrick Bateman. This isn't some sort of bash, it's the Patrick Bateman part that is overwhelming, I don't think I've ever met anyone so intensely focussed soley on themselves.

So, I'm doing this update, I don't think I've eaten for two days, and yadda... Trying to connect in someway... I'd like to say something like my life is an endless succession of people saying goodbye... that's a Moz song, you know he comes up with all these clever tittles...

If I say any more it will be delving into territory of speech that makes me look more of the fool or shows some weak side, which is self deprecating and pandering for pats on the back and you go tiger logic replies...

Sadistic Michael Says he Likes Hot Dogs.




This journal will be dedicated (sha) to one of my favourite artists, Paul McCarthy... Anybody who can wear a Santa suit and stab a slab of meat w/ a knife under the auspices of art is my kind of artist.



Paul McCarthy - Hot Dog, 1974 (installation shot)
C-print, Edition 3/5
31 x 41 1/2 inches

March 22 - July 28, 2003



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Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.
-Joyce.



The rules of attraction.

Theresa Wayman, Food Service Girl
The Blood Jet is Poetry -Sylvia Plath

Dream Song 101

A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,
especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,
An extraordinary vivid dream
of Betty & Douglass, and Donhis mother's estate
was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.
He showed me around.

A policeman trundled a siren up the walk.
It was 6:05 p.m., Don was late home.
I askt if he ever saw
the inmates'No, they never leave their cells.'
Betty was downstairs, Don called down 'A drink'
while showering.

I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school, the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.
-John Berryman Oct. 25, 1914, - Jan. 7, 1972





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