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New Drug Infused Junk Foods

New Drug Infused Junk Foods

HuMMAPPS, the local growers organization helping to navigate the course towards legalization, points out that edible products containing cannabis is the fastest growing sector of the marijuana market. We all know that Coca-Cola originally contained cocaine, and still would today, were it not prohibited by law. Now as we approach the end of prohibition, we may see a whole new generation of drug-infused foods hit the market. Would you try these?

 

Cap’n Crank- Sugary cereal, stays crunchy even in milk. Now fortified with crystal methamphetamine.

 

Maritos- Crisp, high-tech simulated tortilla chips. Fried in ganja butter, salted, and dusted with kief and desiccated cheese powder.

 

Laze Potato Chips- With heroin. Bet you can’t eat just one.

RRRRuphles have RRRRuphenol- Potato chips with ridges that stand up to dip, even when the dipper can’t stand up.

 

Marshmollies- Jet puffed confections contain MDMA. Toast them over a campfire, or in front of a laser at a rave, put some in your hot chocolate or just eat them straight out of the bag. You’ll love ‘em.

 

Tranquilized Animal Crackers- Little cookies, shaped like sleeping circus animals, laced with ketamine.

 

Life Saving Devices- Multi-flavored roll candy with LSD.

 

Grandma’s Old Fashioned Hard Candy- with Viagra. Give ‘em something to suck on, just like in the old days.

 
 

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Andrew Goff, Romano Gabriel Win Me a Sundae

Andrew Goff, Romano Gabriel Win Me a Sundae

70Heaven Cartoonist Andrew Goff

I wrote the following letter to Andrew Goff in response to a 70Heaven comic strip he did a month or so ago, that made fun of Romano Gabriel.  In the strip, Will, the dumb one, disses a bunch of public art, then praises Romano Gabriel’s work as a low budget Disneyland. Pretty much everything Will says in 70Heaven is stupid and wrong, so this amounted to damning with faint praise, in my mind.

 

Romano deserves better than that. It pissed me off. So, I posted a message on Andrew Goff’s fb page that said something like, “Will’s right, that other art is shit compared to Romano Gabriel.” After a couple of hours I thought better of it, and deleted the post. I then wrote Andrew the following letter and sent it to him as a private message via fb. I asked him to keep it to himself, but when he saw that I sentenced him to death in this blog, he insisted on going public. An edited version of this letter appears in the current (6/16/11) edition of the North Coast Journal.

It won me a sundae! I owe it all to Andrew and Romano, but I’m not sharing.

Dear Andrew,

I’m very sorry about posting obscenity on your facebook page (last Thursday). My only excuse is that seeing you make fun of Romano Gabriel made me very emotional.

Are you Italian, Andrew? You look Italian. You have a Roman nose. If you’re Italian, be proud! If not, pretend. I know Italian-Americans get a bad rap, especially with liberals, because of Christopher Columbus and the Mafia. A lot of Italian guys try to pass themselves off as French, especially in a liberal college town like Arcata. Your last lame doesn’t end in an “o” or “i” so you could probably pull it off, especially hanging out with a guy named “Startaire.”

Your “Public Art” strip was very French. The French are snooty, critical and heady. They have tiny fluffy balls that they compensate for by putting on an air of superiority. Italians, on the other hand, have a glint in their eye, and gigantic balls to back it up. I think the guy who wrote Prodigal Arkley, is Italian.

I know you are an artist. As an Italian-American artist, you should take great pride in Romano Gabriel. Look at his work. Do you see any brush strokes that look like he’s trying to cover a mistake? Do you see any evidence that he is imitating anyone else? Do you see any evidence that he was motivated by money or fame? Doesn’t every brush stroke look like it was done joyfully, with authority, according to a unique vision with complete disregard for public opinion? Wouldn’t you like to live that way? Do you think you have the balls?

Romano Gabriel is a great Italian-American artist. There’s a reason he’s world famous and has his own museum. Count yourself fortunate to have seen his work. Take inspiration from him. Then check out Saman (or Sam or Simon) Rodia and the Watts Towers. These men didn’t need a college education, grants, or even commissions to make the world take note of their work. They just had a glint in their eye, and gigantic Italian balls. These are your people Andrew, be proud of them.

I fear you spend too much time around HSU. Universities tend to wussify people. It takes balls to be an artist. You don’t need balls to be a critic. You don’t need balls to be a historian, you don’t need balls to teach. That’s why Universities turn out so many critics, historians, and teachers, and so few artists.

There’s nothing stupid about Romano Gabriel’s artwork. What’s stupid is being impressed by the technique, sophistication, and professionalism of vain French pussy artists. Roman Gabriel’s work is not “tacky and embarrassing” or a “public service”. Duane Flatmo is a “public service”. Romano Gabriel was a public nuisance! Do you have the balls to be a nuisance, Andrew? Romano doesn’t care if you make fun of his work, plenty of idiots did so during his lifetime. It’s you I’m worried about.

Other than that, I love 70heaven. Keep up the good work!

Sincerely, John Hardin

P.S. Let’s keep this man to man. I have enough enemies without stirring up French people and feminists.

P.S.S. I’m only one-quarter Italian, and I’m also one-quarter French.

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2011 in art, Eureka, farce, folk art, Humboldt Co. CA, Humor, Satire

 

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On The Money, Unemployment

an updated and revised version of this piece will appear in Fifth Estate Magazine’s Summer 2012 edition

On The Money

Financial Advice for the Working Class

Unemployment

You can’t turn on the news these days without hearing about unemployment. Headlines proclaim, week after week, that over 400,000 people filed new claims for unemployment benefits this week. The national unemployment rate hovers at about 9%, although experts agree that the number of people out-of-work far exceeds that 9% figure. The 9% figure only reflects the number of people actually looking for work. It does not count the growing number of people who have stopped looking for work.

 

I think this “not working, not looking for work” segment of the population might be on to something. Face the facts, jobs really don’t pay like they used to. Fewer jobs than ever actually provide a living wage. Housing costs came unhinged from wages years ago, and still have a long way to fall for most working people to have affordable housing. Affordable housing means you have a place to live that costs no more than one-quarter of your monthly emolument.

 

Most employers expect workers to have both a phone and reliable transportation, regardless of whether or not the job even pays enough to cover those costs. These costs often preclude the workers providing for their own physical needs. For this meager existence, workers trade roughly half of their waking hours, and 60-80% of their life energy.

 

When you think about it that way, its a wonder anyone wants a job. So, lets look at these people who have stopped looking for work. How do they do it? How do they get by? What are they doing that’s working for them? Are they dealing drugs, robbing banks or hacking computers? If I had any talent in those areas I’d work it for all it was worth, but they can’t all have the talent to deal, rob and hack.

 

Half of the world’s population lives on less than $1 a day. Why can’t we? If living in a storm sewer and eating spit-roasted rat isn’t better than working for a living, its gotta be close. Look, I’ve long ago abandoned my middle-class aspirations. It’s about time you do too. The middle-class is killing the planet!

 

Everyone knows that the planet cannot sustain the consumptive habits of the middle-class, at its present size. China’s newly emerging middle-class is the fastest growing source of global-warming gasses on the planet. Whether it’s habitat loss to suburban sprawl, energy consumption and climate change or landfills and wasted resources, you’ll find the middle-class lifestyle at the heart of the problem. We can clearly no longer afford the illusion of middle-class affluence, without catastrophic consequences for everyone. The middle-class must go!

 

Most of us already know that we’re never going to be “super-rich”, but if you no longer aspire to be middle-class, a job no longer seems like such a necessary evil. “So, how will we make money?” you ask. I say the biggest problem the world faces right now is too much money. Too much money caused the housing meltdown. Too much money caused the Fukushima meltdown and too much money caused the polar ice-cap meltdown.

 

See, we’ve got about 7 billion people on the planet, and damn near every one of them wants to make money. So they all start making stuff out of the rocks, trees, and animals they find around them, to sell for money. People who do well at this soon have more money that they need, but they don’t stop making stuff, instead, they expand. They buy machines that help them make more stuff faster and cheaper.

 

Soon, they have even more money, so they loan it to other people to expand their businesses, so they can make more stuff faster and cheaper. So that way, they make even more money, but nobody wants their money just sitting around doing nothing. No, everyone wants their extra money to make even more money, and most people don’t care how it happens, as long as it happens.

 

So, all of this money really, really, wants make even more money out of whatever rocks, plants and animals that are left on the planet, creating our present situation: We have rapidly increasing amounts of money chasing dwindling numbers of rocks, plants and animals, all over the world.

 

Today, this money exerts tremendous pressure on all of us. It constantly works to find new ways to extract more of your life force, and more of the planet every day. It never rests and does not care about anything else but making more of itself. Money has become a monster. Stay away from it.

 

From this perspective, unemployment is not our most serious economic problem. Unemployment is the solution to our most serious economic problem. Don’t try to make money, that just exacerbates our global problems. Just find someplace to live and something to eat. If you need money, take it from someone who has too much, but don’t work for it.

 

We cannot afford to be productive workers any longer. Our own industriousness got us into this mess. The more money we make, as workers, the more resources the capitalists take from the commons. So, a few people get rich while the whole world becomes impoverished, polluted and enslaved. Been there, done that.

 

We deserve a planet full of trees, rocks and animals, and we deserve the time and energy to enjoy them. Let them keep their soul-sucking, planet-raping, low-wage, no-benefit, endless grind of a job to themselves. Do something different with your life. Spit roasted rat is not half bad. There’s a view of the unemployment problem that’s On The Money.

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2011 in farce, Finance, Humor, money, Satire, unemployment

 

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Word Power, Apotropaic

Word Power

Building Your Vocabulary One Word at a Time

Apotropaic

ap o tro pa ic adj. (ap eh ‘tro pay ick) designed to avert evil, as in “an apotropaic ritual”

Evil is pretty bad. I suppose that if we can possibly avert it, we might as well try. Now we have a word to do it with. I tried to imagine what an apotropaic ritual might look like., and imagined it coming a little late. I wrote the following poem about it:

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2011 in vocabulary, words

 

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Poem, An Apotropaic Moment

An Apotropaic Moment

In an apotropaic moment, in an apocalyptic age

An apologetic Pope met with a masked ascetic sage

The masked ascetic sage was a little bit off put

He flew into a rage, and things got off on the wrong foot

There’s no time for apology from an apologetic Pope,

For opposing our biology, and being such a dope”

The sage, enraged, raged on and on for several nights and days

The Pope just hoped that Al-Anon would help him change his ways

The sage ran out of words, and didn’t know what to think

From the Pope a sigh was heard, and then he had a drink

Then they both just stood around, and neither made a peep

Then they both laid on the ground and there they went to sleep

The sage then slipped into a dream, and dreamed a dream about is mask

The pope then woke up with a scream, in his nightmare, lost his flask

He nimbly found his tipple quickly and sipped a hasty nip

The liquor left him slightly sickly, he felt a belch, and let it rip

That noise then did the sage awaken, what a mood then he was in

The Pope then offered to make bacon, assuring him it was no sin

Breakfast did not suit the sage, though he did look rather thin

He reapplied the mucilage that held the mask onto his chin

He railed against the Pope some more, he did make quite a fuss

It really got to be a bore and better things awaited us

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2011 in Uncategorized

 
 
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