You Too Can Get Rich Fast While Dodging Bullets......

"Courageous Contractors" risking their lives to make tons of money get kidnapped or killed in Iraq. Their families evoke the patriotic consciousness of America to cry foul against the insidious insurgents and terrorist of which without existence, these said new age carpet-baggers could not make the amount of money that lured them there to begin with. Suggestion? Stay home, stop being a mercenary, and work at continually outsourced jobs like the rest of us so the supposedly liberal media will have one less stupid thing to report on.

One Long-ass Sentence...

Mortality lurking beneath the surface, suddenly breaching the membrane invincible, unannounced without absolutes and guarantees, rendering the struggle of preparing for every contingency plan, risk management ploy, and insurance implement pointless because the future is unpredictable and quality of life becomes different for every crossroad encountered leaving spirituality to become the result of the knowledge that all that matters is full awareness of the moment and the process, the journey, the healing element where the work is primary and the end result from that point on... a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Frivolity and Purpose...

When minds and wines merge, conversations expand.
The thought process becomes borderless.
Issues are not resolved, concluded, or brought closure.
As differences align with tolerance, awareness is raised.
As inhibitions relax, emotional walls subside.
As civility and manners triumph, the primal communal synapses spark.
Politics aside, balance is maintained.

The Gang of Four Minus One at The La Canasta…

Still more on the quest to eradicate "life by default"...

Can there be dining establishments in the Delta that cater to attention, detail, and presentation versus majority manipulation? More is better, but that only satisfies the “eyes bigger than stomach” trigger where the combination of cheap price and mass quantity becomes the seventh sense. To survive, probably offering both is required.

At first glance, the unmistakable aura of Tex-Mex permeates the senses. A wariness of the manufactured and the processed aligned with the mundane and the boring begins to creep inside and the potential for disappointment rears its ugly head. Then something strange happens. A Guacamole Fresco appears on the menu and within just a few minutes fresh mashed avocadoes are blended with fresh cilantro, tomato, onion, jalapenos, and mango into a coagulation of shear delight while you watch. Warm tortilla chips await the opportunity for a plunge into the dip. Fingers that missed their mark are ripe for licking the concoction from and proper restaurant etiquette is discarded.

The rest of the meal was good but not something to write home about. However, the choice for the evening came from the combo menu, a taco and two enchiladas, and really is not a fair representation of other possible potentials. More samplings may be required.

One major annoyance that seems ridiculous to be an issue. Glass filled shot glasses that take up more room than the tequila that occupies it. What’s up with that? At a 1000% mark up, this restaurant feels the need to trick its customers. This blatant lack of integrity just may have negated the delight of the freshly prepared guacamole dip.

And then there were three... for a moment...

Four of four had to bow out as time became too little and stresses became too great. The collision was not allowing for ease of movement through air. So a truncated version went carelessly through the night. Unsettling elements arose as Four of four temporaries emerged. The myths of invisibilities were exposed. Deteriorations regarding ring-less tones of deafness surpassed only by oncoming blindness were discussed. What did you say? Have you seen my glasses? Are we now loathing the nonexpanding elastic waistbands of one of the Four of four subs? The hear-no, see-no, speak-no’s became hear-what-we-want, see-only-our-noses, and spew what we feel. Many a prey escaped that night.

Song Booger for the Day...

Ghost Busters. Christ Toledo, where did that come from and when will it go away? Who am I gonna call?

Auntie M...

The seductress, the antagonist, the temptress, and the artist delved deep into the intellectually void pockets of the established psyche and became instantly bored. The wells were never dry but alas, they had to dip into the same ones too often as variety is lacking in the delta. So their legend grew too fast and many a potential prey were too aware of the danger, antennae erect and radar in full sweep they bolted before the hook could be set. A third party was needed, an opinion that lurked beyond the coagulated consciousness of The Gang of Four. Auntie M was to be their savior, to pull them from their doldrums for the drab and mundane had begun to feed upon them like the hunter becoming the hunted. She worked her spell and by her guidance, they all drank deeply. Salvation within their grasp and renewed with enthusiasm, they again swarmed through the dark and dank, looking for souls to elevate and Auntie M approved.

Bag-O-Food...

So here’s my pitch… I‘ve created a concept for what could be the equivalent to mainlining high fat, high caloric, and totally fast to the point food for those that can’t sit for lunch or dinner because of stunted pallets, anxiety disorders, or they are working more than one job and have no time. It’s called Bag-O-Food and the end goal is to franchise before going public.

This is how it works. I contract with all the fast food restaurants to buy (or dispose of for free) all of their grill drippings, including batter dipped meats, burger, eggs, crumbs… you know, the little stuff scraped off to the side that cost money to take to the dump. I plan to put the ones with the most commonality (fish, chicken, or beef) in one bag and sell it out of drive-thru windows of gas stations. I can hire homeless people who will work for a couple of Bags-O-Food a day to man the windows and microwave each order as it comes. The bags will be grease repellent on the inside (a liner of some sort) and come in three sizes, priced accordingly: Yer Basic BOF, Petite BOF, and MoFo BOF.

I figure a couple of contracts with Wal-Mart, Costco, and Schell will start the process and I should recover my cost in a year. I think this will work because people are starting to backlash against fast food places serving up healthy meals so as to drive up the price. I’m talkin’ $2.00 for a Basic BOF, tops.

Investor inquiries are welcome.

Message from Management...

Hello waifs, serfs, and peons. We at MegaCorp from hell wish to thank you for all your dedication and hard work to further our wealth and influence beyond all phucking belief. We have concluded you all are worthless evil necessities and have adjusted our balance sheets to reflect that. As a result, we cannot adjust your wages due to inconsistencies in pay per positions because it will just bloody make everything all mucked up and we worked really hard to make things look peachy. Can’t have that, ya know. Therefore, if you do present proof from the net that your pay is below industry standards, well… what can we say? They’re wrong and we are right. Ask anyone that really matters. So stop your bellyaching and move on. We rule you drool. That’s the way it is, always has been, and always will be. Be happy you eat and it’s not your children on the platter.

Sincerely,
People with Maids

Continuing Adventures of The Gang of Four...

The full moon by reaching its apex has spun The Gang of Four into such frenzy that even they are too afraid to apply their seductions on an unsuspecting public. Fear of uncontrollable momentums fueled by intensities of intellectual prowess, projections of artistic consciousness, and manipulations of bound sensibilities may be too predatory for a public so drenched in the mundane and predicable. Unearthing the souls of drunken dull nasties and spam-sucking trailer trash is at least dutiful in intent and harmless as a mechanism for practice, but those of the super-cult of the upper middle white… it may well be all too much. Backlash is at risk. Negative potentials far exceed possibilities. The Gang of Four will wait until the hair on the knuckles recedes, and their seductions are more in the realm of the subtle, for susceptibility must be massaged at its own pace.

Continuing Adventures of the Gang of Four...

The full moon continued to approach as The Gang of Four met again to plot seduction and thus assimilation upon some unsuspecting prey. Several were identified, oblivious to our intent as we poked and prodded our insidious plans into their psyche, from afar. The energies were in motion, collectively projected with intensities off any calibrated scale. Would it be the Mary Kay ascension goddess in the corner working her auras on a potential mate? Would it be the lonely lost woman rotating table to table emitting a wall flower glow amongst all the unconcerned? The wine bar waitress who doesn’t drink wine thus doesn't know what a corkage fee is? Or shall The Gang of Four escalate their hunt to more valued prizes… a local dignitary or two?

Adventures of The Gang of Four...

The night was clear and approaching a full moon as The Gang of Four searched for prey in the bowels of Anacortes and found one, as Steve-O was his name-O. We collapsed upon him in the confinements of a bar and flooded him with talk of art and ships and even threats of bad poetry. He surmised our plan to force him from a comfortable drunkin stupor and he dashed out the door, zigging and zagging through the alleys as we stalked and called his name. Alas, he was too fleet of foot and The Gang of Four too full of belly. The Gang of Four was not distressed though, for there is always another time and place and never a shortage of prey.

Today's Song Booger...

"Rock n' Roll" by Led Zeppelin accompanied by aging disposable income boomer yuppies and yuppy wannabe’s driving and thinking about driving new Cadillacs. Are they kidding? The only Cadillac that had anything to do with anything hip (formerly, present, or otherwise) was and still is a “fuck me red” ’72 Eldorado convertible, preferably being driven wide open in the desert. "been a long time since I felt that soul."

Today's Song Booger...

"Surrender" by Cheap Trick. Disney ads on every channel, every half hour with large breasted woman shaking said large breasts while sitting behind Captain America in a parade float. "Yer Mommy's alright, yer Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird."