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Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

From Newsweak.com -

“The handsome Mr. Anseed once again impregnates the sterile world of part-time blogging with his hilarious, genius, sexy, and holy-fuck-i-just-had-the-best-orgasm-of-my-life point and type feature.  If Anseed’s blog were a monster it would be a sexy vampire on “True Blood”… it’s that hot!”  — Bans Hultema, Newsweak Culture Critic

People of ze world, prepare to have your minds blown.  I just walked over to my bookshelf, closed my eyes, and picked a book.  I then opened it and pointed at a passage.  What follows is that exact passage -

From Atlas Shrugged pg. 172

by Ayn Rand

She watched his car vanish down the winding road.  She drove to the airport and hour later.  The place was a small field at the bottom of a break in the desolate chain of mountains.  There were patches of snow on the hard, pitted earth.  The pole of a beacon stood at one side, trailing wires to the ground; the other poles had been knocked down by a storm.

I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread it’s wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Second Coming
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep through the State of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wraith to be stored
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am seriously waiting
for Billy Graham and Elvis Presley
to exchange roles seriously
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church alters
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the living end
and I am waiting
for dad to come home
his pockets full
of irradiated silver dollars
and I am waiting
for the atomic tests to end
and I am waiting happily
for things to get much worse
before they improve
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the human crowd
to wander of a cliff somewhere
clutching its atomic umbrella
and I am waiting
for Ike to act
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the Earth
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the Earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered
by an obscure general practitioner
and save me forever from certain death
and I am waiting
for life to begin
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture and story and TV rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the Lost Music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am waiting
for Ole Man River
To just stop rolling along
past the country club
and I am waiting
for the deepest South
to just stop Reconstructing itself
in its own image
and I am waiting
for Ole Virginie to discover
just why Darkies are born
and I am waiting
for God to lookout
from Lookout Mountain
and see the Ode to the Confederate Dead
as a real farce
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did
to Tom Sawyer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for Tom Swift
and I am waiting
for the American boy
to take off Beauty’s clothes
and get on top of her
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at the final dismemberment conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green fields to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Greecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

What are you waiting for?

The Life of a Ghost

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distant time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and the footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.  I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”

- Jack Kerouac -

From

On The Road

Teen hands out thousands of dollars after finding drug money

Friday, March 13th, 2009

I thought this only happened in movies.  I’ve often dreamt of finding a bag full of drug money on the side of the road.  Although I think I may have chosen to spend the money a little differently ya gotta give this little gipper with a heart a gold some credit.  He tried to do some good, it appears, or maybe he was just too naive to realize what he had.  Or maybe the kid was just trying to make some friends.

I gotta say if I was 16 and found a bag filled with $18,000 the rest of the day probably would have involved the purchase of a jet ski, lots of beer (and I’m talking the good shit, no 30 packs of Red Dog today fellas!!), at least 50 feet of Quiznos subs for my friends and fam, a laser disk player, a stripper, some new whitewalls for my Caprice Classic, a trip to the mall with my best friends, a sword, a monkey, a Curtis Conway jersey, and a new video camera… And I sure as shit woulda picked up the 4 pounds of dope lying next to the cash.  But to each his own, right?

And let this be a lesson to all the youngsters out there, it would behoove you to comb through the ditches of the seediest parts of your towns or neighboring villages, cause you never know when you might find your pot (no pun intended) of gold.  And I wish someone would have told me this when I was a youngin’… but if you are ever high and you come across the gentleman in the picture below, do everything he says, he is the Dragon Master and he knows everything.

Editors note -  Mr. Anseed in no way supports the combing through of seedy ditches in crappy parts of town or the listening to of the dragon master.  It was just a joke.  But he would like to make it known that he fervently supports Jet Skis, swords, monkeys, and The Caprice Classic.

Article via The Chicago Tribune -

MINNEAPOLIS — A Minnesota teen got to play high roller for a day after finding a plastic bag containing $18,000 in a highway ditch, and he gave away thousands of dollars to classmates on Tuesday before authorities got involved.

Dakota County officials are releasing few details about the source of the money, but they have a pretty compelling clue: When the student, a 16-year-old from Rosemount, Minn., led them back to the spot where he found the money, they discovered 4 pounds of marijuana and some scales.

“This is tied in to drugs, obviously,” said Sgt. Joe Leku of the Dakota County Drug Task Force. He would not disclose other details of the case, saying it could jeopardize the investigation.

Investigators learned that a student had been handing out $100 bills when a school bus company reported it to a school resource officer on Tuesday, said Chief Dakota County Deputy David Bellows. The boy had given out thousands of dollars before deputies started going back and collecting the money. They recovered almost all of it, Bellows said.

When the boy first told them he’d found the money in a ditch, investigators were skeptical.

“Having dealt with kids, you get a lot of stories,” Bellows said. “Finding it in the ditch is a great story, but it’s one that clearly seems to be taken off the top of their head.”

But when they checked out the ditch, near Pilot Knob Road and 195th Street in Farmington, Minn., they found the drugs. Bellows said the Sheriff’s Office believes somebody threw the drugs and money out of a car window because they thought they were being tailed by police.

The boy apparently found the money while walking on a bike path on the way to school, Bellows said.

“Police everywhere, take note that even the most far-fetched excuses sometimes become true,” Bellows said.

The boy attends the Alliance Education Center, a Rosemount special education school that’s part of Intermediate School District 197, which provides special education and vocational training to students in eight south-metro districts.

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The Ruins of Detroit

Friday, March 13th, 2009

“They Scrabbled through the charred ruins of the houses they would not have entered before… The waterbuckled boards slopping away into the yard.  Soggy Volumes in a bookcase.  He took one down and opened it and then put it back.  Everything damp.  Rotting.  In a drawer he found a candle.  No way to light it.  He put it in his pocket.  He walked into the grey light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world.  The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth.  Darkness implacable.  The blind dogs of the sun in their running.  The crushing black vacuum of the universe… Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

- Edited passage from The Road by Cormac McCarthy -

Check out the rest of the photos by Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre  here.

A Question

Saturday, March 7th, 2009

A voice said, Look me in the stars

and tell me truly, men of earth

If all the soul-and-body scars

Were not too much too pay for birth

- Robert Frost

No title, nope, not here…

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

It was after much deliberation and a smoke thin dream that he decided to rise from his bed and punch a hole in his window so fucking big that all the air in the world rushed in all at once.  Standing in that new day’s air and what he thought to be the breath of the entire goddamn collective he smiled and started to understand what all the wahoos meant when they spoke of love.

Picture via The Wooster Collective.  Graffiti via Banksy.  Words via me.

Thursday Post

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

On the net now for a little over an hour searching for something to post.  Nothing.  An hour, dozens of sites, and nothing.  Sure there is stuff, plenty of stuff, but nothing jumping off the screen saying, “post me, mutha fucka”.  Plenty of gloom and doom.  Lots of Republican and Democrat arguing and name calling.  Rush Limbaugh in the news again too, for spewing more hate and idiocy.  Rush Limbaugh is a cancer; he is a sad, unwise, and foolish man.  Can we all agree on this now and stop publizing his idiocy?  We are only feeding the beast.  All the media seems to do these days is feed beasts of varying size and intention.  The war/s are in the news too - Iraq! 50 billion or so sucked into the sand, some say it might be the biggest fraud in US history.  Oh yeah, and more troops headed to Afghanistan.  The new Friday the 13th made 42 million dollars over President’s day weekend.  Are you hungry?  There is talk too, of revolution and progress, also other invisible people typing with their hands (I presume) words of hope and promise.  Our President pumping fear into us, like all the rest, saying do this now, or all will crumble.  Your way of life, our way of life, the way of life that led to all this will be over.  We must act now, you too congress, now, don’t bother reading the bill, it’s all good.  We suddenly know what we are doing.  You can trust us, WE’RE THE GOVERNMENT.  Jessica Simpson gained a little weight, can you believe it???  Who the fuck does she think she is?  Stay skinny woman, you are a celebrity, it’s a requirement that you stay under 110 pounds at all times.  It says it right there in US weekly.  There is global warming in the news lately too, it’s happening, no doubt about that, but no one can seem to agree on why.  I’m staying neutral until a company can create a product that I can buy that will promise to solve the problem.   I’m bored now.  You probably are too.  Time to stop.  The Sun is still shining and this basement is getting cold.

Nothing is Original.

Monday, January 19th, 2009

‘Atlas Shrugged’: From Fiction to Fact in 52 Years

Friday, January 16th, 2009

Via The Wall Street Journal -

By STEPHEN MOORE

Some years ago when I worked at the libertarian Cato Institute, we used to label any new hire who had not yet read “Atlas Shrugged” a “virgin.” Being conversant in Ayn Rand’s classic novel about the economic carnage caused by big government run amok was practically a job requirement. If only “Atlas” were required reading for every member of Congress and political appointee in the Obama administration. I’m confident that we’d get out of the current financial mess a lot faster.

Many of us who know Rand’s work have noticed that with each passing week, and with each successive bailout plan and economic-stimulus scheme out of Washington, our current politicians are committing the very acts of economic lunacy that “Atlas Shrugged” parodied in 1957, when this 1,000-page novel was first published and became an instant hit.

Rand, who had come to America from Soviet Russia with striking insights into totalitarianism and the destructiveness of socialism, was already a celebrity. The left, naturally, hated her. But as recently as 1991, a survey by the Library of Congress and the Book of the Month Club found that readers rated “Atlas” as the second-most influential book in their lives, behind only the Bible.

For the uninitiated, the moral of the story is simply this: Politicians invariably respond to crises — that in most cases they themselves created — by spawning new government programs, laws and regulations. These, in turn, generate more havoc and poverty, which inspires the politicians to create more programs . . . and the downward spiral repeats itself until the productive sectors of the economy collapse under the collective weight of taxes and other burdens imposed in the name of fairness, equality and do-goodism.

In the book, these relentless wealth redistributionists and their programs are disparaged as “the looters and their laws.” Every new act of government futility and stupidity carries with it a benevolent-sounding title. These include the “Anti-Greed Act” to redistribute income (sounds like Charlie Rangel’s promises soak-the-rich tax bill) and the “Equalization of Opportunity Act” to prevent people from starting more than one business (to give other people a chance). My personal favorite, the “Anti Dog-Eat-Dog Act,” aims to restrict cut-throat competition between firms and thus slow the wave of business bankruptcies. Why didn’t Hank Paulson think of that?

These acts and edicts sound farcical, yes, but no more so than the actual events in Washington, circa 2008. We already have been served up the $700 billion “Emergency Economic Stabilization Act” and the “Auto Industry Financing and Restructuring Act.” Now that Barack Obama is in town, he will soon sign into law with great urgency the “American Recovery and Reinvestment Plan.” This latest Hail Mary pass will increase the federal budget (which has already expanded by $1.5 trillion in eight years under George Bush) by an additional $1 trillion — in roughly his first 100 days in office.

The current economic strategy is right out of “Atlas Shrugged”: The more incompetent you are in business, the more handouts the politicians will bestow on you. That’s the justification for the $2 trillion of subsidies doled out already to keep afloat distressed insurance companies, banks, Wall Street investment houses, and auto companies — while standing next in line for their share of the booty are real-estate developers, the steel industry, chemical companies, airlines, ethanol producers, construction firms and even catfish farmers. With each successive bailout to “calm the markets,” another trillion of national wealth is subsequently lost. Yet, as “Atlas” grimly foretold, we now treat the incompetent who wreck their companies as victims, while those resourceful business owners who manage to make a profit are portrayed as recipients of illegitimate “windfalls.”

When Rand was writing in the 1950s, one of the pillars of American industrial might was the railroads. In her novel the railroad owner, Dagny Taggart, an enterprising industrialist, has a FedEx-like vision for expansion and first-rate service by rail. But she is continuously badgered, cajoled, taxed, ruled and regulated — always in the public interest — into bankruptcy. Sound far-fetched? On the day I sat down to write this ode to “Atlas,” a Wall Street Journal headline blared: “Rail Shippers Ask Congress to Regulate Freight Prices.”

In one chapter of the book, an entrepreneur invents a new miracle metal — stronger but lighter than steel. The government immediately appropriates the invention in “the public good.” The politicians demand that the metal inventor come to Washington and sign over ownership of his invention or lose everything.

The scene is eerily similar to an event late last year when six bank presidents were summoned by Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson to Washington, and then shuttled into a conference room and told, in effect, that they could not leave until they collectively signed a document handing over percentages of their future profits to the government. The Treasury folks insisted that this shakedown, too, was all in “the public interest.”

Ultimately, “Atlas Shrugged” is a celebration of the entrepreneur, the risk taker and the cultivator of wealth through human intellect. Critics dismissed the novel as simple-minded, and even some of Rand’s political admirers complained that she lacked compassion. Yet one pertinent warning resounds throughout the book: When profits and wealth and creativity are denigrated in society, they start to disappear — leaving everyone the poorer.

One memorable moment in “Atlas” occurs near the very end, when the economy has been rendered comatose by all the great economic minds in Washington. Finally, and out of desperation, the politicians come to the heroic businessman John Galt (who has resisted their assault on capitalism) and beg him to help them get the economy back on track. The discussion sounds much like what would happen today:

Galt: “You want me to be Economic Dictator?”

Mr. Thompson: “Yes!”

“And you’ll obey any order I give?”

“Implicitly!”

“Then start by abolishing all income taxes.”

“Oh no!” screamed Mr. Thompson, leaping to his feet. “We couldn’t do that . . . How would we pay government employees?”

“Fire your government employees.”

Oh, no!”

Abolishing the income tax. Now that really would be a genuine economic stimulus. But Mr. Obama and the Democrats in Washington want to do the opposite: to raise the income tax “for purposes of fairness” as Barack Obama puts it.

David Kelley, the president of the Atlas Society, which is dedicated to promoting Rand’s ideas, explains that “the older the book gets, the more timely its message.” He tells me that there are plans to make “Atlas Shrugged” into a major motion picture — it is the only classic novel of recent decades that was never made into a movie. “We don’t need to make a movie out of the book,” Mr. Kelley jokes. “We are living it right now.”

Mr. Moore is senior economics writer for The Wall Street Journal editorial page.