Invitation to Che-Lives.com

Hi, I produce the TalkWarrior.com internet radio show. It appears as if someone from your community posted a comment to one of my blog entries about Che Guevara. Here is the URL:

http://talkwarrior.com/2005/02/che-guevara-racist-homophobe-and-anti.html

He seemed pretty upset about what I had said and claimed that my ideas about Che Guevara and your website are wrong. As I indicated in my comments, I am welcoming anyone from your community to come on our radio show and clear the record.

I plan to devote the first show of the new season to Che Guevara. This show is scheduled to air on 03/05/05 at 1:00 p.m. (Eastern Time). If you or someone else from your community would like to appear on the show, please let me know. We can find a time to do the taping that is convenient for you. I will be happy to pay for the phone call.

Moshe, the host of the show, agrees to be amiable and polite to any guest from your community that appears on the show. However, there are some tough questions about Che Guevara's bigoted comments that need to be addressed.

Dickie

The Barney pill

Now Barney has his very own government domain -- barney.gov, which redirects to the White House website. I'm so glad that Bush is putting my tax dollars to such good use. The excitement over this wonderful dog almost made me forget that yesterday suicide bombers killed 39 people in Iraq and that the day before, three members of the American military were killed in Iraq, bringing the "American Military" death toll up to 1,466. I almost forgot too that we had no legitimate fucking reason whatsoever for invading Iraq. Gooooo Barney!

The nerd of your dreams

Are you a legally blind nerd that would not normally stand a chance in hell of getting sex? Well, through some type of black magic, AmericanSingles.com is able to find Rosie Perez look-alikes to clamp their legs around your shoulders and go crazy.

Killer Terillian Devilbeasts

Do you think this pair of little black baby goats is cute? It just goes to show you how naive you are. These are not baby goats. They are full grown Terillian Devilbeasts, from outer space, one of the most dangerous species in the cosmos. Devilbeasts will literally rip your lungs out through your left nostril if you so much as look at them the wrong way. Even if you're nice to them and treat them with respect, you'd be lucky to survive with all your limbs in tact. So you better watch out! It ain't no goddamn petting zoo in outer space.

Man from another planet

Don't be fooled by this man's monkey-like features, or the fact that he appears to be hanging onto a branch. This happens to be a Bontangian Woolerbee, a member of one of the most advanced extra-terrestrial species in the cosmos. When earthlings were first learning how to make fire, Woolerbees were using advanced particle physics to project themselves to other dimensions. This particular Woolerbee happens to have two doctorates in theoretical physics, one in medicine, and an honorary degree in Andromeda Literture from Andromeda Galexy University.

Pig from another planet

Pork Chop (shown below) is a dairy pig from planet Neptar. This might seem odd and even disgusting to you, but for practically everyone else in the cosmos, the thought of drinking milk from a cow is positively revolting.

Space Bird

A strange bird from outer space, performing in a galaxy-wide dance competition.

Relax granola crunchers

Don't wig. It's just steam! Really. The nuclear power industry should consider putting all that steam to good use, such as steaming some nice delicious glow-in-the-dark hot dogs.

John Trubee rants against "Enterntainment"

I am too diseased to enjoy most entertainment anymore.

I used to like THE OUTER LIMITS as a kid but I bought some episodes at the local video store--and now it all looks like a bunch of silly hocum bullshit: an amorphous monster from another dimension somehow enters ours, threatens and kills people, then is ultimately destroyed by the bewildered scientists or by some hero or by circumstances. A stentorian narrator voices over some pseudo-profundity, some fake philosophical malarkey--and we're all supposed to buy it as some insight to the "human condition" or some enlightenment to our lives. In the meantime I have just wasted an hour of my life.

Entertainment? No--bullshit. I don't have the time or patience to have my time and patience wasted by carny barkers. If this makes me a Byronian grump, so be it.

Feh! Feh! Feh!

And the Grammys? Remember all those kids you hated in junior high school? Remember how they all wanted to be in the talent show and ham and mug onstage, little applause whores like Sammy Davis Jr., neurotically needing attention from everyone else? Remember how the votes were fixed--how they were all friends who voted for each other to win their stupid, fake prizes? Remember how you thought they were all pathetic, hammy dipshits?

Now look at the Grammys. And The Oscars. And The Emmys. And the Golden Globes. And The Tonys. Regardless of whoever wins in whatever year for whatever work: how is this information of benefit to my life?

I was over at my pal Carl Franzoni's house the night before last. I was flipping through the TV channels by remote (I do not have cable at my place--thank God). We watched a bit of 'Speed 2' with Sandra Bullock and a shipload of screaming extras on a cruise ship pirated by a creepy mofo played by Wilhem Dafoe. I knew if I watched it all I'd be treated to ages of screaming extras in life vests drenched by splashing water with the camera jiggling at cockeyed angles, that Sandra Bullock would win and Wilhem Dafoe would die--but only after something really bad happened to the ship. Do I really need to see this shit? For what purpose or meaning? What value is this crappy visual information, this alleged "entertainment" to me?

You see how "entertainment" is a waste of our precious time on earth? If you have no goals or nothing to accomplish on this earth, then by all means--jump in the cesspool of entertainment stupidity. It's a wonderful waste of time.

Take a walk around a cemetery every once in a while as I do. Remind yourself that you will soon be there yourself. That'll help focus your mind on what is valuable in life as opposed to what is bullshit. It'll help you can get down and take care of business--and flush all the bullshit out of your life.

Do you really want to waste your life being "entertained" by bullshit?

John Trubee
PO Box 4921
Santa Rosa, CA 95402 USA
A junkyard dog staked to a short chain
chasing himself in tight circles of sorrow and madness"

Copyright (C) John Trubee, 2005

CIA produced Gulf War 1 leaflet translated

Below are images from a CIA Gulf War 1 leaflet, meant to persuade Iraqis to surrender. I have translated the Arabic to English.

Better watch out, Iraqis, or we will take our Stealth Fighters and blow your shit up. Stealth Fighters actually do not do close air support because they have no defensive capability, and rely too heavily on "stealth." But since we're the Central "Intelligence" Agency and consider you to be a bunch of towel-head morons, we thought we could just slip this one by you.



In case you didn't get the message in the first image, we will really, really fuck your shit up. We're not kidding!



You got two choices as we see it. You could either end up a charred, burnt up skeleton, or you could run for your fucking lives.



Again, in case you missed one of the images above, or weren't looking very carefully, we're going to blow you up. And your gas trucks too, so don't even think about fucking with us.



So just surrender. After you surrender, we'll all sit around the campfire, make somemores, and have a few laughs. We promise not to make any insulting camel jokes.

The Cheerleader in Chief

I respect George W. Bush for being a fascist who is not afraid to reveal his feminine side. You'll never find a photo of Adolph Hitler or Benito Mussolini in a cheerleading outfit, giving three cheers for the home team. This is because these men were too busy acting macho to really appreciate the beauty and freedom of Metrosexuality. They didn't understand that the mass killing and torture of a population does not preclude having and showing a feminine side.

I hope that the fascists of the future will follow Bush's footsteps and take up traditionally feminine activities. I also think that there's nothing wrong with showing cowardice, and that Bush and Cheney should not feel any shame for being draft dodgers. I hope that in the future we will see more cowardly and effeminate killers of innocent babies.

Dickie the Parrot

John, I have finally had time to really read these quotes of yours that I posted on my website. The one that I like the best is this:

"Nobody likes whiners and complainers; thus I have taught myself to automatically parrot 'Great! Great! That's great! in insincere social blandishments in order to avoid being murdered before my time."

--John Trubee

The reason is, THAT IS ME! Whenever someone says, "How ya' doing?, or "How was the movie?" or "How was the flight?" I automatically say GREAT! I don't even think about it. I can have a 104 degree temperature, and be on the verge of vomiting -- and I instinctively say FUCKING GREAT! NEVER FELT BETTER! I just think, the better I say I
am, the less apt they are to probe me and bother me, or have a wig-out and accuse me of being a bitchy-moany complainer. I am literally a parrot: GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT!

People who complain about complaining really have no clue what sickening whining complainers they are themselves.

Nuclear Blast Protection

This image was procured from one of my favorite government websites, ready.gov, where they explain to you how to survive a nuclear attack amongst other ludicrous things. Under the caption of this image they say "Consider if you can get out of the area."

What I don't understand is how, if the blast goes off on "Broadway," as indicated by the map, and you're on Broadway, as indicated by the map, how your vaporized atomic particles are supposed to move your ass off of Broadway, to that street running across from "Main."

I wonder how many thousands of dollars went into this fucking nonsense website, when it could have had at least a fighting chance to do some good in HUD.

Pug Pray-off

President George W. Bush bows his head as Representative J.C. Watts, Jr. (R.-Okla.) leads a prayer to Satan. Both men pray so hard that they get nose bleeds.

Flying Saucer One

Earth Ambassador to the United Galactic Lizard Empire, George W. Bush is seen walking towards Flying Saucer One. Following behind are Bush's staff persons. Like Bush, his staff are wearing human disguises, but are really space lizards who are operating under direct orders of the Imperial Lizard King, George "Gecko" Bush, King of the Space Lizards, and Patriarch of the Bush Reptilian dynasty.

Three Pug Prezs

The two former Republican ex Presidents, Bill "Chubby-Chaser" Clinton and George Herbert Walker "1000 Points of Light" Bush look on as our President and savior, George Walker "Bring it on" Bush signs landmark legislation, easing the burden and suffering of millionaires in the United States.

My e-mail to Yahoo Personals staff, who blocked my personal ad

Please forgive me for that horrible word I used in my Yahoo Personals ad: "Shitloads."

O heavans, I wouldn't want to introduce such foul language to all the children on Yahoo Personals looking for relationships. Awhhh-geez, shucks, that word "shitloads" was a real no-no. A doozy.

I was wondering if you could suggest another word that I could use in place of "shitloads." How about "Mickey-Mouse-loads" or "Donald-Duck-loads". What do you think?

I'm glad that the fortune that you expect me to pay for Personal Ad subscriptions is being put to good use, and that your WORD POLICE are constantly vigilant and on the job 24/7, making sure that my wording is pure and G-rated.

Perhaps for now I stick with Spring Street Networks, who do not police my thought. But when I become a Puritan, Disney-loving type of guy, I'll be sure to pay Yahoo for a subscription.

Thanks Rodrick,

And thanks to all the THOUGHT PATROL at Yahoo Personals!

Moshe Moscovitz


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Reading is Fundemental

Kids, reading is so important. There's nothing like curling up with a good children's book, especially when your country is in the midst of a terrorist attack.

Uh oh...

Luara: Ahhh, George, I think my Irritable Bowel Syndrome is acting up. I think I'm having a problem ... a big problem.

George: If you think you got it bad, this blasted dog I carry around with me everywhere just shit on me. Just keep smiling, hon.

Quotes by John Trubee

"Behind love's hypocritical mask schemes a monster whose vocation is barfing new life into the world. For what purpose? There is no purpose."
--John Trubee

"God and Satan are hallucinations within the skulls of those who project them out into the world with which to grapple and shift blame as a strategy to evade personal responsibility. True believers resemble psychotic beasts."
--John Trubee

"To refuse to acknowledge the dark side and to always hide pain and disease and death
is to lie about life."
--John Trubee

"Overconfidence and unreflective optimism are borne of inexperience, incuriosity, and a dearth of knowledge. Beware of the strutting men of action."
--John Trubee

"I'd rather speak my mind than win the popularity contest. That popular people are popular implies that they think of nothing provocative to express or that they, like craven weakling ninnies, muffle it in deference to favorable public opinion."
--John Trubee

"It is preferable to have nothing to lose. It encourages you to do colorful and outrageous and provocative things. This is preferable to existing merely as a bland, conformist, mediocre normal terrified of the opinions of others."
--John Trubee

"We are essentially naked against eternity, and time eventually blows us and everything we own to the winds not unlike a passing, indifferent foot crushing an ant colony. Our tortured and incessant clawing after money is laughably meaningless in the face of eternity."
--John Trubee

"The reward for working hard and playing by the rules: they give you permission to exist for another day so that they can continue to steal more time from your life."
--John Trubee

"Nobody likes whiners and complainers; thus I have taught myself to automatically parrot 'Great! Great! That's great!' in insincere social blandishments in order to avoid being murdered before my time."
--John Trubee

"The difference between normal people and me is I possess the ability to remove my blinders to face grim, despairing reality with utter joy and unperturbed confidence. Normal people kill themselves when circumstances and new information force them to countenance reality devoid of socially-induced delusions."
--John Trubee

John Trubee
PO Box 4921
Santa Rosa, CA 95402 USA
"A junkyard dog staked to a short chain
chasing himself in tight circles of sorrow and madness"

Copyright (C) John Trubee, 2005