Picasso Of The Manna, Fire In The Belly

Posted: December 29, 2010 in Uncategorized

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Skid Row in the Obama Welfare Statehttp://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3824528/Skid-Row-revealed-striking-photographs.html

Historic Facts Of The Democrat Party 
-Democrats fought to expand slavery while Republicans fought to end it.
-Democrats passed those discriminatory Black Codes and Jim Crow laws.
-Democrats supported and passed the Missouri Compromise to protect slavery.
-Democrats supported and passed the Kansas Nebraska Act to expand slavery.
-Democrats supported and backed the Dred Scott Decision.
-Democrats opposed educating blacks and murdered our teachers.
-Democrats fought against anti-lynching laws.
-Democrat Senator Robert Byrd of West Virginia, is well known for having been a “Kleagle” in the Ku Klux Klan.
-Democrat Senator Robert Byrd of West Virginia, personally filibustered the Civil Rights Act of 1964 for 14 straight hours to keep it from passage.
-Democrats passed the Repeal Act of 1894 that overturned civil right laws enacted by Republicans.
-Democrats declared that they would rather vote for a “yellow dog” than vote for a Republican, because the Republican Party was known as the party for blacks.
-Democrat President Woodrow Wilson, reintroduced segregation throughout the federal government immediately upon taking office in 1913.
-Democrat President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s first appointment to the Supreme Court was a life member of the Ku Klux Klan, Sen. Hugo Black, Democrat of Alabama.
-Democrat President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s choice for vice president in 1944 was Harry Truman, who had joined the Ku Klux Klan in Kansas City in 1922.
-Democrat President Franklin D. Roosevelt resisted Republican efforts to pass a federal law against lynching.
-Democrat President Franklin D. Roosevelt opposed integration of the armed forces.
-Democrat Senators Sam Ervin, Albert Gore, Sr. and Robert Byrd were the chief opponents of the 1964 Civil Rights Act.
-Democrats supported and backed Judge John Ferguson in the case of Plessy v Ferguson.
-Democrats supported the School Board of Topeka Kansas in the case of Brown v The Board of Education of Topeka Kansas.
-Democrat public safety commissioner Eugene “Bull” Connor, in Birmingham, Ala., unleashed vicious dogs and turned fire hoses on black civil rights demonstrators.
-Democrats were who Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and the other protesters were fighting.
-Democrat Georgia Governor Lester Maddox “brandished an ax hammer to prevent blacks from patronizing his restaurant.
-Democrat Governor George Wallace stood in front of the Alabama schoolhouse in 1963, declaring there would be segregation forever.
-Democrat Arkansas Governor Faubus tried to prevent desegregation of Little Rock public schools.
-Democrat Senator John F. Kennedy voted against the 1957 Civil rights Act.
-Democrat President John F. Kennedy opposed the 1963 March on Washington by Dr. King.
-Democrat President John F. Kennedy, had Dr. King wiretapped and investigated by the FBI.
-Democrat President Bill Clinton’s mentor was U.S. Senator J. William Fulbright, an Arkansas Democrat and a supporter of racial segregation.
-Democrat President Bill Clinton interned for J. William Fulbright in 1966-67.
-Democrat Senator J. William Fulbright signed the Southern Manifesto opposing the Supreme Court’s 1954 Brown vs. Board of Education decision.
-Democrat Senator J. William Fulbright joined with the Dixiecrats in filibustering the Civil Rights Acts of 1957 and 1964.
-Democrat Senator J. William Fulbright voted against the 1965 Voting Rights Act.
-Southern Democrats opposed desegregation and integration.
-Democrats founded the KKK.

Obama’s legal weed era brings homeless mecca to Denver, San Francisco, Salt Lake City, etc.http://denver.cbslocal.com/2016/10/05/homeless-couple-having-sex-in-public-last-straw-denver-residents-moving-out/

INTELLECTUALS DON’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT LIFE by Dr. Michael Savage  http://www.michaelsavage.wnd.com/2016/01/michael-savage-newsletter-intellectuals-dont-know-much-about-life/

Here’s the problem with intellectuals: They’re wonderful to read, they’re wonderful to watch on the screen, but they don’t know much about life.

They can’t teach you anything.

I learned more from a plumber than I did from Aldous Huxley. I’ll be honest with you.

I learned more from a welder than I did from Bertrand Russell.

I learned more from a carpenter that I knew, certainly, than from Jack Kerouac, who I learned nothing from.

I enjoyed reading him. I mean, I’d read these books, and I’d think I was gleaning some magical knowledge about the universe and how to lead my life.

No, they didn’t know very much.   Everything I have learned in my life, I learned from the school of hard knocks.”
Read more at http://www.michaelsavage.wnd.com/2016/01/michael-savage-newsletter-intellectuals-dont-know-much-about-life/#IRJhLGrXhP1YXmFV.99

 

HARD KNOCK FILES: (The Obama Years):
Directed and Composed by Paul Marshall
ACT I: Shelter Wars: 12 year old Central American cartel dealers  vs. psycho female Crack Traders without a john

ACT II: Fight of the Day, Live at the Road Home.
The Mormon Prozac Popper  vs.  the Irish Meth Head.
-Brought to you by St. Vinny’s soup kitchen.

ACT III: A Staged Musical of “Obama Phone” and “Food Stamp Collection Plate”.
Lyrics Excerpt:
“I take from you to give to me, who needs work ethic in Obama’s economy? Destroy everything and give it away for free, business/hardwork/ingenuity!!! is out the door, so take every handout in perpetuity!
Dictator Obama! Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme…”

ACT IV: These Frigid Urban Streets or “The Panic in Spice Alley”.
Just finished talking for a couple hours with an old lady and her big barking dog wrapped with sweaters. Dog rubbed up against me like a cat, for a petting. She spoke Russian to me the whole time and I understood nothing she said. But I enjoyed talking to her.

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The pimp and hoe in my storage unit have the occasional drug induced scuffles and have stopped trying to pitch to me. Sometimes the old guy actually wears a faux fur pimp coat when trying to sell off his poor crack addicted girl. I got to the point where I close myself in storage for a couple of minutes just to avoid any contact with them. There are plenty of characters in my storage unit, just from this morning alone; to fill several Will Ferrell movies.

Around the bonfire outside Iggy’s Sports Grill, I rapped for a long time with an old boxer about his war days in ‘Nam. A real Charles Bronson look-alike. He taught me methods on punching plywood and breaking glass without hurting myself. We conspired together to meet more at the boxing studio on State Street to get off the streets more often. Later, a film crew on the train shot some sort of promo or Calvin Klein commercial next to me, for the Sundance Film Festival going on right now 30 miles south/east. It’s a two week Hollywood party in the resorts for those not familiar. Met one of the contestants in fact on the train tonight. Caesar, works with “Latinos At Sundance”. Formally known as “Latinos Who Are Not Mexicans At Sundance.”

The cops are outside the Road Home and St. Vinny’s morning, noon and night. At morning coffee and donuts, someone overdosed by the line, and the night before, a medical emergency got us all kicked out with a threat of being barred for 30 days, just for being in the lobby at the same time. Next morning we were all barred in like prison inmates as the cops handled another situation in the front. Still see about two fights a day in the shelter. Last night a guy got mad at the effeminate old guy next to me in the showers for looking at ‘em too long. He was right, plus he looked more like a middle-aged lady than an old guy. Kinda’ confusing. He was probably madder because he and the other guy, who had his butt in my face the whole time I’m trying to undress, burned themselves on anti-itch cream after showering! “Aiiyy…muy caliente!!!” the other guy kept screaming.

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Sunday morning coffee and breakfast at the park was beautiful and absolutely freezing cold. The usual hustlers, addicts and dealers were doing their bragging even as the prayer and church music blared from the speakers. Before getting to the buffet, I was bombarded by 3 militant Mormons going off on cabinet making and how superior the horse and buggy was. And how Brigham Young settled the entire west coast of America as a holy prophet. The guy speaking with me the entire time, claimed to be Brigham Young III, incognito as a homeless guy from Nevada.

One of many dealers, Uncle Fucker, could not be found in the frigid smog streets outside the shelter this morning. In the coffee/donut line one of the street guys I know from N.Y. came back in crutches after being hit by the train. Today, I saw another guy who got hit by the train, at the actual wreckage. The depression they feel might have something to do with Obama proactively trying to destroy the capitalist structure of America as we know it. The other night some of Obama’s militant Muslims did their occasional “preaching” during eating times in the concentration camps of 2014 (homeless shelters). He’s not the only one who uses gestapo style infiltration. The Mormons also have their spies everywhere… posing as a homeless guy who just randomly started a conversation, the new guy at work whose there for a week before he has to go to a “family emergency” across states, that new colleague who pretends to hate the job and tries to get you to play along but actually works for the front office, that guy at the Christian church pretending he’s a Christian also to learn how to imitate how Christians think and communicate, etc.

In Utah, the Mormons are blackballing anyone who does not feed church corporate revenue with tithe dues. If you can’t work anywhere because you’re being blackballed by the Mormon handlers at every company, eventually you become broke and destitute. And that’s where they slowly mobilize you into their concentration camps. Otherwise known as homeless shelters. There they can contain all of the church outsiders and drug dealers and normal people relegated to convict status for not contributing to Mormon tithe dues. Some of the Christian churches with an evil agenda also help the Mormons ensure that convicts and poor people remain ignorant and broken with their own form of slow death gas chambers, by feeding them as much salty and sugary foods as possible. The Mormons use the dealers at the prison culture shelters to bring revenue to the staff or shelter, and also as kickbacks to the cops. The low level dealers can funnel information and help trap high level dealers for the cops to bust for more bail money. Plus, the comfortable middle class and rich Mormons know where to go to buy their drugs; one of their church’s many business partners, Uncle Fucker.

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ACT V: Malcom X quote at Obama Prison Preach Picnic Street Rally.
“Do you know what white racists call black Ph.D’s?” “Nigger”
Kozmo quote after getting kicked out of Obama Prison Preach Picnic Rally. “Do you know what black racists call successful black Ph.D.’s?” “Uncle Tom, you Oreo Nigga'”

ACT VI: Attention Homeless Shelter Residence
Traveling Circus Now Hiring
300 Euros/week
Will cover cost to fly you to location in Berlin
Obama voting record will get you to first class seats
Contact Dieter for more details at 400 S. Sprockets St. Volkswagen Dealership
You are required to touch his monkey first to qualify for employment.

ACT VII: I wonder what level of Hades Dante would consider this room tonight? With it’s demonic snores and strange hacking sounds. A cacophony of farts and a symphony of hacks burst from the pit every so often. The mattresses on the bunks are like air mattresses. Only there is really no air. But the essence of air.
Are you kidding me? Someone drew a smiley face and a star underneath this bunk. Aside from the wafts of 2nd hand crack smoke blowing over my bed and the all night freak shakes from their heroin withdrawals, it’s good to have a bed to sleep in. Staff thinks I’m working for the cops because I don’t buy/sell/use spice, crystal, crack, smack or black so they let me go through the metal detector ignoring my metal keys, etc.

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ACT VIII: Fire alarm goes off at 1:30 in the morning right above my head while sleeping on the floor mat. Declared at false alarm at first over the speakers. After the 3rd time the alarm went off, declared a real fire. Everybody is out in the cold on the ramp outside wondering where the fire. Firemen go in and out of building. There’s probably more smoke outside on the ramp from the ciggy, spice and crack smoke than anything inside. Eventually the cops go in and carry out a guy kicking and screaming. He was inside stealing everybody’s homeless possessions while we all waited outside for the fake alarm to rescind.

ACT 9: I’m walking across the street to the Road Home with this Mormon who seems abnormally bold because he is walking with us to the drug dealers on the corner. He obviously doesn’t belong over here. Later, while waiting to get in the shelter, a dozen cops chase, tackle and beat down the very same Mormon I was walking next to. Turns out he had a gun on him. The video games in mommy’s basement took it’s toll. Or maybe it was revenge on one of the guys who got stabbed in the neck a couple of weekends ago by the Chilean smack dealers working with the cartel.

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Foodie Essay, by Paul Marshall, cir. 2009

Many moons ago on the Charlie Rose Show, he had a particularly fascinating night of interviews. The first half hour started with the grandson of Pablo Picasso and the brooding ruminations of his bohemian life and the subsequent phases of his art. Eventually, he and his curator led up to the many exhibitions of Picasso’s ill received last works and the horror of such a lackluster response to what the painter did before the end of his long life in the early 1970′s.

Being made in the image of God, Picasso’s creative vitality came through as a magnificent testament to one of mankind’s divine characteristics. As images of Picasso’s last paintings appeared on the screen, it was obvious what the passionate fervor in these interviews were about. Such exuberant color was spilled out onto these canvases, but it was the representation that was striking. The Cubist element could be seen only as muted undertones of a more realistic exactness of the masterworks of all the historical pursuits. It was as if he wanted to encapsulate the whole of human history and human experience.

Many of these pieces were salutes to Dali, in his kindred Spaniard and artistic spirit. Some pieces were raw and violent. Some haunting. But every piece that was shown had the energy more of that of a 20 year old on the brink of a lifelong odyssey of artistic revolution. Certainly not of a dying old man in his 70′s.

In the next half hour, Rose brought on the most highly prized chef in all the world. Also a Spaniard, his translator convened for him as someone I recognized on T.V. from my Saturday morning cooking shows. Somehow my breakfast taste better when I’m watching master chefs make something I can’t pronounce but looks good being grilled over bamboo shoots and sautéed with red wine.

This chef will close his restaurant for six months to create new recipes. Chef’s all over the world will fight for the chance to train in his kitchen for free. I enjoyed the exchange when Rose asked why he would close for six months and the chef scoffed back, “why not be open for 24 hours?” This was an example of typical American profiteering over patient creative fortitude, and at that moment I sided with the chef. I mean, how is a guy going to take time to create a dish in the kitchen with the sun coming through the open window and the birds chirping and the music trickling from the I-Pod bar speaker in the living room? You would like to sit down some night with your girl at the table with two candle lights and experience the delights of a Mediterranean stir fry. But who has time for the art of satisfying the five senses when your busy mastering the art of the budget just to navigate around the wolves masquerading as banker’s?

I have to say, it’s not often I experience artistic, emotional and spiritual elation thinking about food and watching late night Rose interviews, but this chef seemed to tap into something our technocratic culture is deprived of. Maybe its even higher than stimulating the sense of sight, sound, smell, taste and ecstasy, through avante guarde cooking. The worlds greatest chef likened it to being on an alien planet. Experiencing taste that makes you want to cry.

Can tasting an olive make you want to bless God Almighty? We all have a real and desperate need for the perfect food. That manna from Heaven. Distracted by our complaining about what we don’t have and lusting after the riches and comfort of Egypt, the tragedy is our neglect of a deeply satisfying abundance of real food and a real life. A spiritual life; which is that manna for the soul, is what we need. It is no mistake that Jesus referred to Himself as that Bread that comes down from Heaven. That we are to drink of the water of the Spirit. God’s creative genius engineered everything around us to remind us of a spiritual reality greater than our physical pleasure. But only if our eyes are open, do we see and hear and taste the glory of God on this earth.

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A message for the media, elites and the Clintonista’s  (photography not by Paul Marshall)

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