I am the kind of man who plays the bassoon

I wish someone told me about the mucus before I entered the tent. Wherever I went for weeks afterwards the mucus was heavy without any chance of drying. Wet, wet mucus.

My name is Bud Lackey and I am a private eye. My father was a florist; my mother took to the booze and wound up in a mental institution. I was a sickly child and missed a lot of school.

When I was in my mid-twenties I lost a winning lottery ticket. $16,000,000 gone. Just like that. I gave the ticket to a little boy in a market for safekeeping. The boy slipped on a greasy patch of concrete and fell. He broke his neck and died before he got to the hospital. I ran towards him and scrambled around trying to find the ticket. I couldn’t find it. He must have put it somewhere not on his person. Too bad for the kid. Too bad for me too because I like luxury.

I have an old photograph. I think it is about 60 years old. It is a picture of three of my aunts at Sunnyside Beach. I keep the crumpled photo in my jacket pocket and look at it everyday. I really don’t know why. I just thought I would mention it.

I just remembered something. When I was about 13 years old I was in love with a classmate. She was beautiful to my eyes and I loved her long silky hair. One day she stopped coming to school. The teacher acted weird after that and would never answer any questions about what happened to her. That was my first experience of love. It was also my last. I am loyal.

I had a near death experience when I was 15. I don’t remember anything about it but it seemed like a big deal at the time. I had an anaphylactic shock resulting from a bee sting. I remember that after the episode I started drinking hard liquor. My mother started to get friendly with me then, maybe a little too friendly. That lasted about half a year and then she “went away”.

At 17 my drinking problem was in full swing and I was working at my Dad’s florist shop. I got into a disagreement with a customer. I pulled the scissors out and threatened him. He ran out of the shop. Then my father fired me. I could understand where he was coming from. I would have done the same or worse if it were my son.

I am the kind of man who plays the bassoon but I started late and I am not so good at it.

I have a little medical problem that makes it difficult to type right now. I fought in the underground, I am lean and tough but this problem just gets the better of me. So that is all for now.

man and bassoon

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Rabbi Emmanuel Rabinovich at a seance

african negroidIt is dangerous to mention the Negroid racial category. It must be made clear that the breakup of a relationship was possibly rooted in a reckless but positive discussion of members of this race at an Ethiopian restaurant last Saturday night.

As has already been said, Negroid is a racial category – one of the three “great races” – divided again into subtypes by the Caucasoid and the Mongoloid races. Populations included in the category in the 19th century and early 20th century were the black people of sub-Saharan Africa, the Australian Aboriginals, the Melanesian and Negrito. During the 1950s, the Australian Aborigines, the Negritos, and the Melanesians, as well as the Papuans (the inhabitants of New Guinea) were referred to as the Australoid race.

The concept originated with the typological method of racial classification and is still used by many anthropologists, especially physical anthropologists working in the forensic field of craniofacial anthropometry.

Thanks for all the convoluted Wikipedia content on the Negroid but what about Caucasians? Can we talk about them at McDonald’s? Will talk of this race possibly break up a relationship?

Skin Stripped from this Caucassian in order to avoid offending those of a darker skin tone!

Blumenbach_beautiful_Georgian_skullIn scientific racism, the term Caucasian race (or Caucasoid, sometimes also Europid, or Europoid) has been used to denote the general physical type of some or all of the indigenous human populations of Europe, North Africa, the Horn of Africa, West Asia, Central Asia, and South Asia.

In common use in American English, the term “Caucasian” (rarely supplemented with “race”) is sometimes restricted to Europeans and other lighter-skinned populations within these areas, and may be considered equivalent to the varying definitions of white people. The term continues to be widely used in many scientific and general contexts, usually with its more restricted sense of “white”, specifically White American in a US context.

What does that have to do with Rabbi Rabinovich attending a seance?

seance circleRabbi Rabinovich is an authentic fictitious character created by anti-semites, Even so, it is very rare for a Rabbi to attend a seance.

The seance involved a meeting of people who gathered to listen to a spirit medium discourse with and relay messages from the spirit of a dead relationship. Rabbi Rabinovich is always interested in helping couple get together even when they don’t want to. A little known fact about relationships is that they often break up. Sometimes the break up is mutually decided upon. Other times the break up is initiated by one of the partners usually under false pretenses to supposedly cushion the blow to the other party. Often the person who initiates the break up will do so because they have no real interest in being in a long term relationship and find a “reason” to break up to assuage their conscience.

Mud happens. Rabbi Rabinovich is as fictional as this relationship was.

There are more members of the Negroid racial category in the National Basketball Association. That is verifiable. It is not fiction.

Just a little joke before I end: A young blind boy is being tucked into bed by his mother. The mom says “Now Billy, pray really hard tonight and tomorrow, your wish will come true!”. Billy says, “Ok mommy.” and goes to sleep. The next morning, Billy wakes up and screams “MOMMY! I’m still blind, my wish didn’t come true!“, the mom answered, “I know – April Fools!

Rose Rabbinovich had no comment.

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I still haven’t found what I’m writing for

We have spoken of mud and in an upcoming post we shall be addressing racial categories. At this time the writing involves reporting on these things.

We will speak about the National Basketball Association and the secret white supremacists of Belleville. What a great time to be alive.

Sitting alone or with friends, one cannot deny that thirst to express. The expression of writing. That is what we are writing about. Mud.

Here is a link to Aish HaTorah and one to the Seventh Day Adventists. Check these sites out. They are fab!

By the way, a Seventh Day Adventist named Kelly told me about how cruel God was to those that do not follow his orders. She described Hell in graphic detail. I was 5 years old. It was cool because it happened according to God’s will. I am still freaked out about it 45 years later!

Eating the strange mud

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More Songs About Buildings and Mud

Mud Mud Mud (Shake Your Belly)

Stir your ego in the warm wet mud
Shake your belly
Drop your jewelry in the mud
Shake your belly

Not in the traditional way mud mud mud
All over your belly
Not in the way your aunts and uncles expect mud mud
Hide your belly

Make a cake with your verbal mud mud mud
Move your belly
Bake something with your mind mud mud
Pat your belly

Why do I speak of this?
I am not very proud
The mud was in the brain
My voice a little loud

She hung up the phone
She muddy muddy muddy
She flavoured the bone
She muddy muddy muddy

mud belly

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Why write when there is nothing to write about? Except mud…

A mild commitment to writing a post every week I guess.

Oh I do have something to write about but why should I drag a body through the mud?

Fun
We had
But now I am a racist
According to a fascist
Mud, mud, mud

mud

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Not much has happened

So what is there to tell anybody?

Listen to your first instinct. Don’t get involved.

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