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I took French in high school.  I can speak a tiny bit, but what has always really had me in awe of France has been their history.

The names and places that have sprung from those lands, Napoleon Bonaparte, The Sun King, Voltaire, Sartre, Rousseau, and so many more, give rise to imaginings of heroism, great thinkers and astounding ideas.

courtesy wikimedia

courtesy wikimedia

The architecture is amazing as well.  Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Champs Elysees, even the catacombs of Paris, the fortresses of the Maginot Line.  It’s all just astounding.



The culture is awesome, too.  I only know what I know from movies and news reports, but their passionate nature gives rise to rebellion, conquest, hedonism, and an almost amusing arrogance.

What a country.  What a people.

They must be destroyed.

Courtesy danieldupre at deviantart

Courtesy danieldupre at deviantart

For all the great things that these people have brought to the world, they have done one unfathomable thing, above all others that, to me, suggests they simply want to watch the world burn and will do whatever it takes to bring this about.

They take chocolate bars, put them on french bread, and call it a sandwich.



This sort of thing simply cannot be allowed.  It brings into question everything, the joy of chocolate, the savoriness of bread, existence and reality themselves.  It’s the ultimate insult to the taste buds that simply cannot be allowed.

I’m sorry, France.  You have to go.  I may visit you one day, but your madness must end before it destroys us all.

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Storm warning…


The Gathering Storm

It’s funny. I grew up in the country, so I learned a lot about the ways mother nature will warn you that there’s any kind of bad weather coming. Little things that you only notice if you take the time to be still, quiet, and look at the world around you. I’ve learned to trust those little signs of a coming storm. I might not get as much notice as I would from computer models and weather forecasters, but generally, if I pay attention and look at those little signs, I know whether I’ll need an umbrella or sunglasses on any given day.

Lately, though, I’ve seen something different. Something that’s maybe a part of nature, yet a part of mankind. Something that seems to definitely exist in the United States right now, as well as other parts of the world. There’s a feeling, a sensation, a low rumble that seems to be something people don’t talk about much, but they all quietly acknowledge it’s there.

There’s a storm coming.

It wasn’t all that long ago when I noticed the first gusts of the storm in the tree tops. People arguing about political things, right versus left, big government versus small, that sort of thing. The folks that were on television, the folks that told most people what and how to think about things, they seemed to be arguing, upset about how things were, how things should change, how bad stuff was. People in real life tended to parrot what they heard from them, but that was about as far as things went.

Now, the wind has changed a bit. The gusts that were makin’ the tops of the trees sway back and forth are now down here, at ground level. Folks are noticing that maybe what they were told by those folks wasn’t all true. There’s nothing stable to lean against or hold onto in the wind. People are gettin’ blown around a bit, and they know things aren’t quite right anymore. The trust is gone, and folks are nervous.

There’s a storm coming.

When a thunderstorm comes in, one of the things I notice is the way the air smells. It smells like wet dirt and grass and leaves all mixed up. It’s a smell that’s easy to miss, and gets blown away by the wind. It’s like the way folks in the United States are most entertained by other people’s trouble, and imaginations of apocalypse. Think of all the big movies and such that have been around recently, and you’ll find that a good portion of them, a good portion of the popular ones, have been about the end of the world or dystopian societies. It’s not something you think too much about, most of the time, unless you’re keeping your ear to the ground.

It’s like people have not just lost hope, but they’re secretly thinking about what to do when the world they know has passed on. It’s as if the clouds are dark and heavy with big ol’ raindrops, waitin’ to be driven down by the winds, and the sun is only shining through in a few distant spots, the breaks in the clouds that are slowly coming together as the storm comes along.

There’s a storm coming.

Before a storm rolls in, I’ll see the cows lay down together, the birds will go quiet. I’ll notice that there are more turtles up on higher ground. Odd little behaviors they really only do when some kind of weather is on the wind. People are doing similar things, looking around a little more, going amongst those that are close to them to talk low about things that are going on, but keepin’ that smile on when they’re out with other folks. People are being careful what they say around other people, careful what they post online, trying not to be noticed as the storm rolls in, hoping it will blow over them, leave them unscathed.

There’s a storm coming.

I notice that before a storm, some folks feel aches and pains in old wounds, like their body is telling them to get under cover before it happens again. It’s funny how a lot of wounds that should be healed by now are being dragged up and out into the open, causing pain and hate among people that otherwise wouldn’t worry about it so much.

It’s like the air before a thunderstorm. That air is electric, like there’s an unseen bit of electricity that makes you a feel kind of small and even a bit jumpy. I like that feeling in nature, it’s one of my favorite times when a storm rolls in and the air gets quiet, and even the bugs seem like they’re looking for cover. This feeling is different, though, and it seems like people are noticing it. There’s things going on up north in Connecticut right now that would have been unheard of in times past. There’s folks acting against other folks because of things that really have nothing to do with them, things that make people hate each other. There’s rumblings in the distance, like lightning that flashes in the sky before the first hint of rain, revolutions and such in places like the Ukraine and Venezuela, military posturing in China, warnings and arguing between the US and Russia.

There’s a storm coming.

One of the things that I have always noticed is the way people talk about an oncoming storm. Plain, simple, country talk about how bad it might or might not be, and what to do about it before it comes. More and more, I keep coming across people from all different walks of life that, while they might disagree about just about everything else, agre on a few things. They agree that congress is just about useless. They agree that not only do they have issues with the president, but that the choices available in the past haven’t been worth the spit to talk about. They agree that something is about to happen, and it’s time to get ready for whatever it may be.

People are scared of whatever is coming. Bankers are offing themselves for no apparent reason. There’s talk about money being weird and how many ways things can suddenly go wrong. People are thinking about what to do when the storm comes, whether they have shelter for the storm, and who they might go to should the storm overwhelm them.

There’s a storm coming.

It’s all the little things put together. I don’t know if we’re going to get a misty soak followed by rainbows and birds singin’ on the wind. I don’t know if it will be one of those storms that blows a bit, makes some noise, and moves on, leaving the day more hot and humid than when it began. It could be a short downpour, what we call around here a “gully washer”, one that almost seems to clean things up a bit, or a tornado that will just plow everything down in it’s path.

I hope it’s a light mist, personally, or maybe a short gully washer that won’t last too long, and afterwards things will just seem better for awhile. It’s hard to say, though. I’m not sure whther it’s time to just get out the umbrella and keep it handy, or whether to check around to see where some good root cellars are to make it through.

I hope it’s just a shower, and we’ll all get to go play in the puddles afterwards. Maybe it will be, and everything will be fine. It may be that we all have to come together afterwards and try to clean up the mess left behind, though.

All I know is what I see and what I feel, and what I know is that it feels like there’s a storm coming. I hope we can all go out and play in the puddles when it’s over, but we should all be ready to go and help clean up the mess if it’s somethin’ worse.


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White Zombie-Blood, Milk, and Sky

This is probably the most fitting video I have ever seen made for this song.  The darkness of the song and the images from the 1950’s commercials all mixed together really give me a sense of dystopian darkness poorly covered with a sheet of happy capitalism.


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Something dark…

I feel like writing something dark…  Let’s see where this goes.  🙂



The shrieks of the machines whined in the darkness, their keening overpowering all other sounds.  The belt on which Jennifer lay trundled on, unstoppable.

She was bound both hands together, both feet together, with a rope from her hands to her feet, constricting her movement.  The ropes were coarse and bit into the delicate flesh of her wrists and ankles, bending her forward into a stooped position.  She laid on her side, whimpering in the dark.

Shapes could be seen as she passed the machinery, mindless beings wrapped in dark, malevolent purpose.  The light was dim, not enough to grasp at details of her surroundings, just enough to make out the malevolent shapes moving toward purposes unknown.

She heard other whimpering, screams, sobs from nearby.  She was not alone in her plight.  Lights blazed occasionally, blinding her further as she was examined like a culture on a petrie dish.

Helpless, she struggled, feeling the belt trundle on, uncaring.

The belt came to an end, and the drop seemed endless, caroming through a void that she could only imagine at the end.  She heard shrieks of terror from above and below, but her voice froze in her throat.  Soundlessly, she fell into the darkness.

She came to a sudden stop, bouncing onto another belt.  Her bruised and contorted body screamed into her mind in agony as bones bent in ways they were never meant to.

The new belt was different.  As it trundled, it paused occasionally.  Trundle, trundle, pause.  Trundle, trundle, pause.  It seemed to be a pattern with a purpose, but Jennifer could not ascertain what it was, lost in the madness of helpless fear, rage, and sorrow.

Jennifer heard shrieks over the whines of nearby machinery.  The shrieks were not just of pain, but of loss.

Trundle, trundle, pause.

Light glowed from down the belt.

Trundle, trundle, pause.

The screams grew nearer, followed by audible sobs now, along with a new noise.

Trundle, trundle, pause, thunk, shriek, sob.

The light was near enough that she could see hands over the belt.  She still could make out no detail, but she saw the hands fall with each “thunk”.

Trundle, trundle, pause, thunk, shriek, sobbing.

The light was near enough to blind again, and Jennifer noticed the belt was damp, sticky with a substance she couldn’t identify.

Trundle, trundle, pause…

The light was blinding.  The hands dropped, efficiently grabbing her.  She felt one set of hands on her shoulders, spinning her up, while another grabbed… no!

With an excruciating RIP! her gossamer wings were torn from her back, the wounds left immediately weeping blood.  Jennifer shrieked.  She fled deep into her mind as the pain exploded into her body, wresting the last visage of sanity from her.

Trundle, trundle… and she was falling, falling… falling into the dark unknown.


Interesting, if nothing else.  Sometimes the darker, primal things want to come out, and this is the sort of thing that is the result.  Please, let me know what you think.  I have no idea who Jennifer the fairy is, or what her past or future holds, but it seems as though she is having a rough day, if nothing else.

Maybe it’s a nightmare, something she lives through every night.

Maybe she is not a fairy at all, and the machine is society, ripping her uniqueness from her and forcing her into a future she is unprepared for, and terrified of.

I have no idea.

Do you?

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I would have written something… but…

This happened…

The band is “Die Antwoord”, a band from South Africa.  This is not the full video for “Fatty Boom Boom”, which tells the story of Lady Gaga visiting South Africa and ‘discovering’ them, which turns out poorly for her.

My opinion?  This band is spastic… spastic in a completely awesome way.  Check out some of their other songs as well.  Here’s another one for you:

Strangely, I was looking up images of Cthulhu when I came across this video, and I think Cthulhu would approve.



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And now for something completely different…

If there were a show I could resurrect with the original cast and writers and inject it into today’s world, it would be Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

No one I know of has gotten the “absurdity” we call life right in so many hilarious ways.  I give you “Silly Interview”-one of my all time favorite sketches.

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