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BAGWAN NEEDS A HOBBY….or perhaps he needs therapy

Jul 29

Posted by Marzuki in Brush w/Greatness, curmudgeon, Elitist, Hobbies, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Good Morning  Lovers of Life’s Rich Pageant,

The Bagged One’s obvious attempt at drawing me into some meaningless exchange has evidently worked.  Initially I was going to ignore his list of suggested topics as they all involved me and my peccadilloes.  However, after thinking about it this does give me an opportunity to address a few things that perhaps even the ‘Holy Fucker’ wasn’t aware of.

The diatribe began very soon after my divorce followed by the beginning of a two year search for meaningful work.  While never officially diagnosed I’m pretty sure I was clinically depressed on some level.  I found writing fictional accounts of actual events mostly involving my associates was cathartic and began to email those accounts to my friends at the bar.  The interest grew and more and more people wanted to be included resulting in the eventual website.

“The art thing is consuming time and more importantly manufacturing excuses” claims the Baggett.  As previously discussed, the writing thing has run its course and no longer interests me.  The art thing has rekindled a passion I buried years ago and now consumes me.  Making excuses?  For what–pursuing an interest?  Well excuse the hell out of me!  Our little forum will require a bit of effort on everyone’s part not solely based on my input.  So I would suggest the Bagwan dig down and reach into his current hoared life and breakout!  Tell us all about the famous people you’ve encountered; a subplot must exist in every concurrence!

It seems the ‘Holy Fucker’ has become tired and irritable in his sequestration.  The two or three of you that have followed this pottage have seen firsthand Bagwan’s ability to stay aloof never soiling his shoes on us the unwashed.   His futilitarian approach that a good offense is the best defense keeps him above the fray.  Yes my life has and will no doubt continue to endure misery as a companion.  But miseries come in many forms and suspect even our Bagwan lives with his own brand of misery.  I would suggest that he do something, anything, even if it’s wrong!  Baggy lose yourself in an emprising new chapter in your life and quit picking the scabs off others.  Jeez

 zuki

“SWEAR THERE AIN’T NO HEAVEN PRAY THERE AIN’T NO HELL”

Jun 23

Posted by Marzuki in brain dead, curmudgeon, Heaven, Hell, Old People | 18 Comments

I heard Glen Campbell of “Rhinestone Cowboy” fame has been diagnosed with ‘Alzheimer’s Disease.’ At 75 I suppose it’s not a surprise he’s been attacked by this insidious malady, but it’s also another reason to doubt God’s very existence! Currently I’m in the “Swear there ain’t no heaven, pray there ain’t no hell” camp. I trust that if there is a ledger sheet in the sky that the pros outweigh the cons as to qualifying for entry. While this doesn’t apply to all of us (and you know who you are) at a time when one has the experience and where-with-all to make an impact in the lives of those around us, not only are we (over 60 crowd) largely ignored but susceptible to all manner of disease; simply set out to pasture! How can this be a plan from God?! And please someone tell me who decided the age of 74 as the mean lifespan of us mortals? Are you telling me God has planned obsolescence? Jeez
 

 

“SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO”….zuki has limited energy

May 31

Posted by Marzuki in Art, Bucket List, curmudgeon, Hiatus, passion | 18 Comments

Good Morning Veterans,

 Well another three day weekend has come and gone leaving me frustrated.  The energy it takes to withstand the physical demands of creating art only to watch it turn to shit is far more draining than I remembered.  Spending 18 hours plus laboring in my studio over the three day holiday, demonstrated to me that if I’m to take it seriously, I must commit much more of my free time than currently committed to.

 It is with mixed emotions that I make the following announcement: 

As of this posting I will be taking a hiatus from the ‘Diatribe’ to pursue my rekindled passion for art.  It may be too late, but I must make the effort and determine for myself if the well is dry.  Last night was mostly sleepless but not for the usual shit that keeps me up.  Instead of physical issues, white noise, and the IRS, I was thinking about what went wrong and how I could improve on the genre I’m hanging my hat on!  This is F-ing crazy!  

Given the ‘Diatribe’ is on my son’s domain it will remain open and available for anyone wishing to post a story or commentary.  So please “Talk amongst yourselves.”

I apologize to the two or three of you that actually read this piffle and trust you’ll seek counseling.   So for now it’s I’ll see you later or perhaps a formal re-structuring of this our humble forum, but it will all depend on the next several months.  I wish each of you continued success and wish you the best.  Thanks for the last six years; it’s been the best kind of therapy for this old curmudgeon.  Take Care.

THE MANAGEMENT

MEMORIAL DAY IS COMING….a reminder from the ‘diatribe’

May 16

Posted by Marzuki in curmudgeon, War | 16 Comments

Dear Family and Friends,

As we approach this Memorial Day, there are many emotions and thoughts that waft in and out my cranium. As usual, our little forum provides an outlet for my on-going therapy and I appreciate your indulgence. I suppose my commiseration with other veterans is borne out of concern for my Sons and this country’s growing isolation from the rest of the world.

 The fight against world-wide terrorism and the ongoing trouble in Middle East will require a greater number of men and women currently committed to the military. As in my own youth, I suspect the government will have to reinstate some form of the draft/lottery. My Father, as with many others during WWII rushed to volunteer, because as history has proved, the fight was justified. My own service was far less noble. After receiving my draft notice I essentially had four choices; I could enlist in Navy or Air Force with a four year term, I could go quietly for the two years and hope for the best, flee to Canada, or I could go to prison. I resented the forced obligation and was not a model soldier. When I say I’m a veteran, it only describes a classification and should in no way be confused with my Father’s tour of duty. I personally know men who faced death daily in Vietnam. I was mostly AWOL or typing morning reports. History has not been so kind to our involvement in Vietnam and has become the antithesis of previous wars. Never-the-less, 58,229 young people gave up their lives for what was ultimately an act of futility. When surviving vets returned, there were no parades or other such acts of recognition usually reserved for heroes, mostly just contempt.

If you’ve never visited the Vietnam War Memorial (The Wall), I highly recommend it. Even if you’ve never served in the military, you can’t prepare for the quiet spirituality that envelops it. I’ve made the trek twice. Both times I’d well up and have to choke back tears. Designed by an undergraduate art student, I’m always amazed at her insight, as she managed to capture an entire generations feeling. Whether you were a protester or quietly served because your country asked you to, nobody leaves the wall unaffected. It eloquently reminds us of war’s affinity for death.

Maya Ying Lin’s contest entry, No. 1,026 (out of 1,421) took much criticism, and was referred to by many as a tribute to Jane Fonda. She stuck to her guns though, and I think most would agree now, the criticism was unwarranted. Ms. Lin probably said it best; “For death is, in the end, a personal and private matter, and the area contained with this memorial is a quiet place, meant for personal reflection and private reckoning”. So if you can’t make it to the wall today, take a couple of minutes to reflect on how good we have it here. The personal freedom we all take for granted has been paid in full by the blood of patriots.

zuki

BULLIES ARE A DYING BREED….zuki ducks under the blankets

May 10

Posted by Marzuki in bastards, Blathering, Cold & Hard, curmudgeon, Cush, ripped off | 11 Comments

Good Morning Mother Earth,

Have you ever been bullied?  Have you been harassed or physically beaten up simply for wearing glasses or a goofy shirt?  Did you walk 8 blocks out of your way to avoid those thugs bent on making your life miserable?  While it’s never happened to me or mine, but I can certainly appreciate the pain and suffering of the innocent rube just trying to hack out a life.  If you continue to be punk’d by others for no apparent reason you may want to read the following in hopes of mitigating this unpleasantness.

ATTIRE:

Listen to me.  When you wear a bright red shirt with green pants secured with a white belt you are screaming for someone to bitch-slap you!  Make sure NOT to wear Huarache sandals with white socks!  I’ve pleaded with the Bagster not to do this but he insists it’s a good look for him.  I know several other people that do this and bullies stand in line to stomp on them and then push the poor schmuck down.  Trust me this not a good look!  Be realistic!  Don’t trust the mirror as it will lie to you.  If you want a clue, take a look at a family video or photo in which you were featured lately.  I imagine Tammy to be a good example of this as she/he must be obese and wear clothes much too small to contain mountains of flesh.  I assume this given his/her potty mouth.  Wearing clothing that exposes one’s midriff or butt crack is an instant ‘atomic wedgie’ or at best a good pancing.  WHILE DRESSED IN BERMUDA SHORTS DON’T WEAR BLACK SOCKS AND DRESS SHOES!  Dv’ant just got back from his annual Florida vacation and suffered sand to the face as opposed to being featured in a porn video only because he doddered across the beach donned in his traditional summer gear!  Not once but twice!  I’ve tried telling him, but you know our boy…..oblivious.  If you’re not sure what your wearing will get you beaten up, please email a photo of yourself wearing the attire and as a service to the two or three of you reading this ‘skid mark’ will advise you of what to expect.  Oh by-the-way, go ahead and lose the hat and that pair of red Crocks.

PERSONAL HYGIENE:

If one is going to stink on top of dressing like a punching bag, then you should expect to be slapped around further.  For God’s sake use some soap and water next time you bathe it’ll make everyone happier!  If you’re attached to a feature such as a mustache or beard please take the time to trim and groom it so people don’t confuse it with pubic hair!  That thing on Gigem’s upper lip looks as though he ripped it from Touch’s bikini wax.  For those of us at ‘curmudgeon corner,’ before stepping outside take a quick look in the mirror for unruly hairs growing out of your nose, ear lobes, eyebrows, and back; it will go much easier on you. 

SPEECH:

If you stutter or end every sentence with “you know” expect to get pushed around.  Try using other words besides ‘fuck’ and stop using ‘um’ as it really isn’t a word other than to describe ones pitiful command of the English language.  Several of our own don’t understand the concept of being attentive and puke out streams of consciousness in one never ending run on sentence.  I’m personally coaching Cush who is willing to try, but other associates are beyond help.  A line from one of my favorite movies, “Trains, Planes, and Automobiles”— “Have a point—it makes it so much more interesting for the listener”

If you adhere to the above guidelines I’m sure you’ll find the number of bullying incidents to drop significantly.  You don’t have to thank me, just get out there and make our world easier on the senses. 

zuki