King Kong’s Catastrophic Calamity

•August 12, 2015 • Leave a Comment

imageNo one told him about the airplanes and he certainly had not read the script…

After all, gorillas couldn’t read right?

Well maybe not but this was no ordinary gorilla.

This, this was the Mighty Kong, King Kong to you thank you very much!

King had been to the “States” once before many years ago when a group of capatalist money hunters had captured him in the jungles of Africa. King hadn’t liked it then and he didn’t think much of his visit now as neither time was what one might consider a pleasure trip nor even a business one for that matter.

No, this was an involuntary journey made by Kong at the demand of his once former owner, front man, capitalist pig captor, Arie’ B. Rehnquist, traveler-hunter extraordinaire.

Mr. Rehnquist, oft times referred to as “The Big Pig”, was in no way shape or form a  friend to King Kong. No this flat footed, loose lipped, crooked toothed mongrel of a fortune seeking scoundrel was anything but a friend as his actions could only be interpreted by Kong, and those who knew him and the situation best, would, could and in fact did describe this as a heinous calamity of the greatest order caused by one Arie’ B. (as in Boregarde) Rehnquist.  image

This after all was the capture and forced servitude of the Mighty Kong, the all powerful, often times jungle reeking gorilla of the greatest proportions. Why he could, did and once again would climb the tallest buildings with mere fingers and toes, sweep airplanes away with in a singular snort from his nose, then regale his body atop the great Empire State in his most lofty repose.

No ordinary gorilla was he this Mr. Kong, and Jane, you remember Jane, she plain out loved the big gorilla. And many others in the feminine order of reluctant yet heroine-like bold-as-can-be ladies, agreed with Jane’s take on the ape. image

Today we see the dilemma laid out before us for what it truly was, is and forever shall be, in fiction, fact or fantsasy, a case of – ENTRAPMENT!

Yes that’s right, poor King had been spied upon, put upon and preyed upon till he had no “pons” left and was forcibly removed from his noble yet humble jungle environment and violently transgressed upon and transferred to the slick streets of New York City.

Ah, but Kong was not to be out done, oh no, he still had some tricks left up his sleeveless yet very hairy arms. He had been in a similar situation once before if you will recall and he reached into his inner self for the courage and strength that he so desperately needed now.


This cry he uttered from the very tip of the top of the Empire State Building. Precariously balancing astride the piercing antennae with his big little toes, King swatted away one plane then two planes, while yet maintaining his grasping grip on Jane; for if he lost hold of her now, why – “shudder” – she would fall to her most certain and absolute death.

As King snarlled and snapped at the attacking aircraft he kept his balance and…


 Ladies and Gentlemen – we will have to wait and return next week for the continuation of this series. 

Surprised? You shouldn’t be. You have seen the movie, haven’t you?

The Clowns

•August 29, 2014 • 2 Comments

 I met.

One time long ago, I was very young and impressionable. It’s funny now that I think about it, I don’t mean that the clown was funny. No, no that’s not right either as it’s not that the clown wasn’t funny. The clown was just a clown darn it, a good clown and … now I forget what I was going to say, oh yes, what was funny was I couldn’t tell if the clown was a guy or a girl, you know, male or female. I mean you would think that to be a part of the human race you are either one or the other but not with clowns, at least not with this clown. But I don’t think it made any difference for this clown didn’t seem to care, this clown was all smiles and happy, full of life you know. At the same time, the very same time, this clown was sad too, really sad. You could take that smiley face of his, or hers, and just turn it upside down and the clown was the clown, the same clown only different. What am I saying, you must think I’m nuts or something. Well anyway, clowns are forever creatures and they can change your life-if you let them. Do you have a clown living with you, or maybe next door or even down the street. Surely there is a clown in the city that you live in, surely there is. I suggest that you go meet this clown. Tell him your sorry for the times you laughed at him not with him and the times when you should have laughed and did nothing at all. Tell him, why, tell him that you love him!



“Skelton and Marcel Marceau shared a long friendship and admiration of each other’s work. Marceau said, “Red, you are eternal for me and the millions of people you made laugh and cry. May God bless you forever, my great and precious companion. I will never forget that silent world we created together. “

JUDY COLLINS – Send In The Clowns

Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?

Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move…
Where are the clowns?image
Send in the clowns.

Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines…
No one is there.

Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you’d want what I want…
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Quick – Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here.

Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns…
Well, maybe next year.

Clowns are forever creatures. They live on in our hearts and minds, can spark one’s imagination, add a twinkle to your eye, a lift for your spirit, a new chapter to your life’s book … a portal to your soul. Clowns are industrious, always ready to work, not stopping until the job is finished, until they have achieved tvikelly6heir purpose and ministered to the crowd, the circus crowd, the street crowd, the individual one on one, the lonely one at the office, the quiet one staying at home. It’s true, clowns are forever creatures that you can know too. You cacircus clownn you know if you really want too, it’s not hard or scary. You don’t even have to go out the front door or leave your house at all, really, I’m not kidding. You should try it, I have, I did, I mean, I invite clowns in all the time now.  Sometimes one at a time and sometimes in BUNCHES!11-cad-with-clownsClowns are forever creatures, sometimes happy and sometimes sad but,


I have never, ever met a clown that was bad.  I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. Never!

Nanook Of The North – The Legend

•August 6, 2009 • 9 Comments

The Ig-a-loo

It’s been said, that a long, long time ago, deep into the frozen tundra of the ever present, winter north lands, roamed an icy creature called Nanook, Nanook of the North. Although this story may be just a legend passed about from mouth to ear, generation to generation of the great Eskimo Tribes of the Arctic Circle, many believe in the awesome and fearful Nanook, still believe it to this day.

It is said that once upon a time, a fur trapper was hunting baby seals for the fur trade, up in the Arctic Circle. There were numerous fur trappers in the area but none who would venture this far North into the cold, into the night of winter, into the homeland of the awesome and fearsome-Nanook.The Fur Trapper

This particular fur trapper was mean, he was evil, he was treacherous, he was a bad man. Most who hunted the choice baby seals, did so for survival. I mean, a man’s gotta’ eat, right? But not this fur trapper. No. He hunted the baby seal for-pleasure. Duh duh duh dunnnn! The baby seal was small, tiny, teeny-weeny and it was white. It was a symbol amongst the great Eskimo Tribes, of goodness, of all that  was right with the world. To them it was a sin to harm or damage the baby seals life or lifestyle in any way.

Well, this evil, bad fur trapper one very cold, very dark day, in the midst of  a driving snowy, blizzard, happened upon, stumbled upon, came upon even, a primitive Ig-a-loo. It was made of frozen blocks of ice with a short tunnel like entrance. It had what appeared to be a chimney venturing straight up from the top of it. It had what looked like trails of smoke rising above it a foot or two but, it was so dark, so frigid, so- so cold that, the very plumes of smoke were frozen! We are talking cold here.

Well, the fur trapper happened upon this Ig-a-loo and to his delight found that there were a least a dozen baby seals huddled up and against the Ig-a-loo for the little warmth it exuded. The little, tiny, teeny-weeny baby seals were snuggled together apparently happy and content in this, their chosen, Godgiven environment when suddenly – duh duh duh dunnn. The fur trapper picked out the choicest, the teeniest-weeniest, whitest baby seal and….Baby Seal Killer

He started into whipping on this most favorite of baby seals with, with, yes with, a lead filled snowshoe!

 Oh man, oh boy, oh brother, was he in for it now. From inside the Ig-a-loo rose a great roar, a great cry, a great, um, shout of disapproval, no more like a great shout of anger, yes, of rage even. It was the fearsome, the awesome, the nostalgic and great one, about whom Frank Zappa sung, Nanook of the North – The Legend!!!

 Oh my, was he mad, angry even. Baby Seal

Nanook did not bother with exiting from the Igaloo tunnel, no he rose up and burst through the sides, the roof, the frozen plumes of smoke even, and the blocks of ice crumbled into miniscule grains of frozen “icelets”. Upon seeing the evil fur trapper whipping upon his favorite tiny, teeny-weeny, white baby seal, he roared with rage – Roarrr! 

Felonious Fur TrapperThis froze the felonious, fearful fur trapper in his fur trapping tracks and he dropped the baby seal. He had his arms outstretched, trying to make his get away but to no avail. Nanook bent down, he reached down, he then scooped out, a generous mitten full of the  deadly- yellow snow. Yes!  The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go.The Unknown Un-named Fur Trapper

He then proceeded to rub the yellow snow into the eyes of the frozen in place fur trapper until he stood there, with his arms outstretched and said, “I can’t see, do do do do doooo, I can’t see-e, oh do do do dooo”.

Nanook - The LegendIt was at that precise moment that the fur trapper began to break apart and crumble, disintegrating into the ice and snow of the Tundra.

Meanwhile, back at the Ig-a-loo, as the fur trapper disintegrated the Ig-a-loo integrated, that is, it miraculously re-assembled itself, frozen smoke plumes and all, the fearsome, the mighty, the all knowing all seeing, Nanook, seeing that his group of baby seals were safe and huddling back around the Igaloo, he picked up his favorite, tiny, teeny-weeny, little baby seal, re-entered his re-assembled yet ever still, humble abode, and rested.

I do attest to this day, on whatever day it is, that this story in time, is a true and accurate account of these events and can be verified if not justified by the meaningless, meandering melodies, of the aforementioned song’s, the infamous and now deceased, Frank Zappa.   

And The Old Soldier Rested

•June 8, 2009 • Leave a Comment


Before The Silence

Before The Silence

  Pontiac Springs was the name of the town. Duke was rocking on the porch as usual with Facia his old dog. Rocking, rocking, rocking. Every day pretty much the same now so different than 65 years ago when he was just a young buck. Yeah, so many years ago, only 18 and so innocent, so green, so young. That’s what they did you know, put the young, inexperienced ones up front. Yeah. They were all full of vinegar ready to go, let’s fight us some of those bad boys, so full of themselves. What did they know, what did they know? Nothing of course. Nothing of what was lying ahead of them. Just like the other young boys who weren’t cowards by any means just, well just plain scared. And they too were as innocent as the sun on a brand new day. Yep, green. I know what your thinking young fellow, why not put the more experienced guys up front? You know, some battle hardened vets who have been there before and could maybe handle the situation better but, no, that wouldn’t be any good at all. They knew what to expect and although they certainly would follow orders and act accordingly, they would maybe hesitate before moving forward or look for another way around this rather than straight ahead so…  it was the young ones that went first, yeah, they were first into the storm. Go, Go, Go, Go… Then old Duke was there, there on the beach.Yep. I was there alright. Lying face down in the sand and water all red and messy with all kinds of nasty smelling stuff.  Omaha_Beach_American_Casualty I thought, ” man it’s so quiet I must have made it to a really safe spot or buried so deep that I can’t see and can’t be seen, and I sure can’t hear a darn thing. Maybe I really did make it all the way and I’m in heaven now” but, no, no. That’s when my hearing started coming back kind of  one “pop” at a time. A loud blast to my left, now I did hear that. The constant chatter of some kind of weapon spitting out  flames dozens no hundreds every minute! Damn!  When I tried lifting my head up out of the sand and water my helmet went flying off, shot off and I dropped my head back in that sand so quick and sucked in a breath almost chocking, gagging, and I realized it was red with blood and oh man, that was part of some guys insides, oh man and crap, literally crap, in my mouth from this guy lying almost on top of me only, he wasn’t a guy any more. At least not a whole guy. Shit! I’m tired, so tired.

He Remembered When ...

He Remembered When …

And Duke just sat there rocking now, rocking. Facia the dog, was looking up at his old master and wondering why the chair was slowing down. It never went fast but, now it came to a stop. It got awfully quiet. Very, very quiet. And The Old Soldier Rested.       

The Ballad of the Busy Buzzard – an excerpt

•March 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Baby-BuzzardThe buzzard was a cry’n as he just kept a try’n  to be a lap escapee. Well granma wouldn’t have it so she took her old Nun Habit and beat upon the man named Tee. The man started cry’n the harder he was try’n but he was cry’n wee, wee, wee. His tears started flowin and they all started goin in the jar with the buzzard on his knee. So now don’t you know it I’m soundin like a poet it’s all bout that very large buzzard you see. If he wasn’t so busy he wouldn’t get so dizzy and be surprising ole Grandma and me.

The Who’ a And The Roo’ a

•March 13, 2009 • Leave a Comment

                         The Who’ a and the Roo’a   OR     

The Chi Hua Hua Who Befriended A Roo’a


There once was a Roo’a he always liked to chewa on a kind of red beet stew’a.

Up and down up and down the Roo’a had to climb. He would huff and puff so frantically to get to his seat in time.

Roo’a sat in his usual place next to Spido, Bump and Wee. He gave a start when across from him a stranger did he see. Oh my, oh my, oh my, my, my, my, my. Just who’a can this stranger be? The stranger sat all alone you see all alone on this day was he.He thought to himself what shall I say to make a friend of me? So he left behind the place he had been, it was dark  yes dark, dark, dark. 

It was then that he:    Opened his mouth to sing

                                                        His mind to think  and for

                                                              Love, he opened his heart. 


The Great Expanse

•May 23, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Out of The Expanse it came…

The dark, cold nothingness of infinite space. Distances too great to comprehend. Measurements beyond man’s ability to compute, even with today’s ultra modern super computers it’s all an hypothesis, a scientific “guess”.

Never before had mankind sought to understand and comprehend the totality of the Universe, both the known and the unknown, to this extent.

Oh what a feat it is, to stand on the precipice of the new frontier, to see the essence, the core, the very beginning of time and life as we know it.

So why then the fear, the trepidation, the outright spine-tingling horror of what awaited them in the here and now?

Why should man be so frightened to discover the very roots of his own existence?

Is it the sudden stark reality that what they always believed in their hearts, their inner sanctum of mind and body, that made the truth of the matter so startling?

Something cannot come from nothing…

The headlines across the fields of time rang out with a truth so bold, so simple yet so complex in the scope of understanding that the greatest minds of all time should arrive at this point, at this moment in time eternal…

Something cannot come from nothing…

Jean – Paul Sarte, the famous philosopher wrote in his great essay:

Being and Nothingness:

An Essay on Phenomenological Ontology

… On the existence of man, a treatise too complex to discuss in its entirety here, yet too important not to mention; for its thinkers such as he, as well as Kant, Nietzsche and others, influenced by the thinking and writings of notables and even Darwin himself would conclude that man – man along with everything else in this grand universe itself,

did not come from God but from… from…

man did not come from God but from –


This thought process, this apparent “revelation” brought to us by nothing more than a man just like everyone else, a well intentioned but flawed human being, this jolt of insight and “scientific” knowledge, challenged all mankind to abandon the existence of God, a supreme being that created us as well as all living and non-living materials, even the great expanse of space itself;

and instead say;

It all came from nothing ……

The cold, the emptiness, the endless and countless distances of infinitesimal light years, comes crashing down upon us.

Galaxies and stars in the billions upon billions, swirl and roar with fiery heat throughout the vast frozen wasteland of space; containing innumerable solar systems and planets, complete with moons and other satellites, rings not of fire but colorful bands of galactic space debris;

all of this came from……..


Came from nothing.

Yet – how could this be?

It contradicts one of the greatest Laws of science (in itself our new “God”).

In essence, “for every action there is a reaction” – “matter cannot be either created nor destroyed” –

“something cannot come from nothing”.

Professor Bodkins – Professor, are you up there sir?

Please come down sir, as your students have arrived and are waiting for class to begin.

Professor? Professor?!

Please sir,

your students are eager for your lecture to begin –


Commentary: What was once thought to be “just” additional stars found within our Galaxy – The Milky Way, the Hubble Telescope helped to reveal that each speck of light was not just one star but a Galaxy in and of itself.

Such a dramatic discovery; there are literally billions of stars in one average Galaxy and the number of stars Galaxies in this infinite universe is thought to be in the billions also.

The Chosen Ones

•May 22, 2018 • Leave a Comment

“O God, my God…

why hast thou forsaken me?”

The line grew enormously long, longer and longer.

One could not see its beginning anymore,

Nor it’s end.

Odors rose above the huddling, shuffling mass of human flesh.

Signs of physical deterioration self-evident.

Signs of mental and emotional duress hung,

Like a heavy weight, a millstone perhaps,

Upon the shoulders of each individual.

As evident of the physical reality as well.

Streams of people, a “chosen” people,

Young and old, no sign of pride, no self-respect left.

No glimmer of what was once a bold and

happy people, yet were they even people anymore?

One could only wonder at the misery wrought through and through, these people, the remaining

Jews, the remnant of God’s “Chosen Flock”.

Drawn here today where the enemy will mock;

No degrees, no education, no placards portraying wisdom, only sadness, hurt and pain, clothed

them this day, for “every sheep has gone astray.”

As the smoke rises from the incenerators ahead;

These people, once many, now

Six million dead.

Have mercy upon me oh God for I did not know.

This is what the others said;

“I did not know, I did not know.”

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My heart, my soul

•May 19, 2018 • Leave a Comment

My heart, my soul… touching me from the stars.

I see a vision, a vision of life in the future.

No streets nor buildings, no pedestrians or cars.

I feel a soft white heat, a finger upon my heart.

Come to me now I pray and let us never part.

My heart, my soul… My heart, my soul, come to me

The End of The Line

•May 14, 2018 • Leave a Comment

American Indian Wars are the numerous armed conflicts between European empires or colonists, and later by the American settlers or government, and the indigenous peoples of North America. These conflicts occurred across the country beginning with the Tiguex War in 1540 within present-day New Mexico and ending with the Renegade period during the Apache Wars in 1924 within the Southwestern United States.”

I awoke from my dream thinking, “I have to find safety – the Indians are attacking!”

My heart was beating fast and I could feel the cold sweat beneath my thin night shirt. I had sat up with a start so, I swung my legs out of the bed and onto the floor and just sat as my head cleared.

Boy was that ever real. Seems like I’ve been watching too much of The History Channel lately. I’ve been reading up on some of our own U S History; it’s not very glamorous – really. So many of the old western movies I watched as a kid during the 1950’s and into the 1960’s, were much like the early WW2 movies made during the same periods. They always painted the “bad guys”, be it those German soldiers or Native American Indians in our own North West, as the evil ones.

Granted the German Nazis were bad news and in my opinion were really “the bad guys” but I didn’t find that to hold true with the indigenous peoples in America. “We the people” were the intruders here using our more modern powers of technology especially modern weaponry, overwhelming forces in numbers of soldiers and settlers, coupled with a lustful desire and greed, to confiscate this “new world”, and make it our own – Shameful.

In my dream I saw a land green and lush, filled with many Indian tepees.

Women squaws tending to fires cooking and children playing, a meeting occurring with tribal leaders from several different Indian Nations. These leaders were chiefs and skilled warriors gathered together to discuss strategy. They were as different in their appearance as the people of the countries making up the European countries.

Voices were raised and tempers flared as the main topic was “discussed”, that topic being; how to survive the continuing onslaught of the European invaders. The tribal elders spoke of treaties made and treaties broken by the foreign invaders.

The often younger warriors raised voices along with weapons to make their point that no matter what they did, treaties were signed then ignored. Promises made and immediately broken, and the only way to deal with the threat of their physical demise was by force of their own.

The “white” man was not going away, he was seeking land not peace and their aggression would continue, until the indigenous people were no more.

Like most dreams, this one seemed to go on forever but after a few minutes of wakefulness, I could hardly remember it at all.

My last remaining thoughts of it were the “savages” destroying General Custer and his troops at Little Big Horn then… then it was only the “Trail of Tears”, the endless line of a defeated people, making their way off and into oblivion – shameful.

The Dream

•May 7, 2018 • Leave a Comment

The dream began…

with us somewhere in the Pacific.

We were back on the Japanese Islands during WW2, desperately trying to clear this island of enemy forces, just as we had been doing since Guadalcanal.

Those of us who made it off the deadly beachhead, struggled up yet another volcanic mountainside.

As usual it was now quiet as we pulled ourselves up through the dense foliage seeking to spot the enemy before they zeroed in on us.

Ha… what a joke, as always the Japs knew exactly where we were the whole time; peeking out from their little hidyholes dug into the mountain itself.

Dug in deep, dark and strong, covered with vegetation so that only small slits opened for them to see us, while we blindly passed right by them continuing up the mountainside.

This gave the enemy a position behind our front lines so that now we faced fire from ahead and above as well as from behind and below.

Pow pow pow … ratatat tat ratatat tat …

Machine gun fire opened up ahead of us laying down a withering blanket of deadly fire that eliminated our point man and those around him.

Small arms fire by snipers we walked past took out our rear guard with careful aim.


Gentlemen – welcome to hell… hell on earth.


Suddenly – after several explosions of enemy mortar fire around us, a thick cloud-like mist settled upon the ground. It was thick and dark and blocked out any vision we had going forward as a shroud of blackness covered our rear and backside completely.

From this mist arose a deep, rushing roar of sounds, the sounds of war; tank engines came alive, machine gun fire scorched our ears, mortars and artillery blasted ahead.

I hugged the ground like everyone else and sought to melt into the darkened, blood stained volcanic ash and sand beneath me.

What manner of being is this?!

It was all of our physical resources sounding off and reaching our ears while engaging the enemy for us, like a separate and whole division of fresh start Marines.

We could hear the sounds of war all around us but now this time it wasn’t us being laid away. No – oh no…

It was these stinking fanatical Japanese soldiers being taken out by our… by our… by our what?!

In the cloud formed by this mist you could barely make out dozens no hundreds of Marines charging forward, taking out the machine gunner positions ahead.

Eliminating the multiple snipers from behind, clearing the way for us to rise up from the ground and move ahead as we had been trained to do countless times back on Parris Island, in The States.


… and that’s what we did.


The mighty force that had risen in the cloud, slowly receded as we proceeded. Ha. No joke.

We took that Island and as we did, not one more man was lost as we reached the top and finished mopping up procedures. It was as though we had just walked through Central Park and not the hailstorm of a forceful, fanatical and suicidal enemy, who were determined to die with honor, for the Emperor no less.

That’s right- to die for the Emperor was now each Japanese soldiers aim, his goal, for they knew now that the Island was lost but they were determined to take as many American soldiers as possible.

Ten for one, they were told and instructed, commanded to do. Take out ten American lives for each one of them. Anything to protect their homeland- the Island of Japan.

Snap – In an instant I opened my eyes and rose from my bed.

I was awake now in a pool of warm sweat over my head and across my body.

In my nostrils, the smell of burning flesh lingered. In my ears the roaring sounds of hell on Earth – war, reverberated as my present day senses slowly took hold and I roused myself from this memory, this, dream that seemed so real, as they all did now, as real as the day is Long, some might say.

I shook with unexpelled energy as the adrenaline retreated from my body to its original source, surely to be called upon again to fight another battle, on another day, whether in a dreamy trance-like state or maybe for real, at least for real in the mind of this soldier who came home.

This soldier who was “lucky” enough to see it through to the end so that he could return to his loved ones, to see and to live the future life that he could only imagine and hope for back on that Island in those days.

A Day of Infamy” is what President Roosevelt called it. A day of days to be remembered.

Yet now, for this Marine, a new day has begun.

Yes a new day has begun.


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