Archive for June, 2009


Posted in Ahmadinejad, Iran, Islam, Mousavi, SAVAK, Tehran, Tweets on June 17, 2009 by kilroyrogers

What to make of this IRANIAN REVOLUTION? Or is it that…a country with a majority of its population under the age of twenty-five might not be all enamored with the old folks running the show. Is it that the youth of Iran

all twittered and cell phoned and texted and netted are yearning for a call to freedom, of personal freedom to live a life unhindered by Islamic Fundamentalism? Is it that non-Islamic minorities in Iran have no voice? Is it that the largely secular youth-not the fanatic Muslim youth of film reel lore-want to 

step into the 21st Century

MAINSTREAM U.S. PRESS has been cautious to play down claims of voter fraud and to state that the MIRACLE OF AHMADINEJAD‘S REELECTION is somehow considered credibly by a bulk of Iran’s population as indeed a miracle (NYT) yet not elaborating that the true cause is in fact most likely fraud, especially since the opposition candidate lost in his hometown of Tabriz. Candidate Mousavi, a conservative moderate has a massive following. , All “liberal” candidates were purged from running for office-and the threat of assassination has hung over Mousavi‘s head, even though the current regime has a stated interest in keeping him alive. Should he be killed, riots would inevitably ensue. The dreaded adjunct to the regular secret police has shot and killed protesters in the streets.

The Sorrow of the Pretty

Posted in ABBA, Beatles, Billion Dollars, Dhani Harrison, Led Zeppelin, Lennon, Paul McCartney, Pink Floyd on June 9, 2009 by kilroyrogers

Seems like there should be a solemn obligation among the liberal and wealthy to donate massively to charitable causes. The results are inarguable. Look, for example, at the great work done by the JIMMY CARTER groups in virtually eliminating guinea worm- a crippling, debilitating water born parasite that no longer plagues great swaths of people. Look at ERIC CLAPTON‘s substance abuse clinic in the Bahamas. Or BRANGELINA‘s efforts  to restore housing in post-KATRINA NEW ORLEANS. Why, then don’t the BEATLES reunite with DHANI HARRISON and SEAN LENNON for a world tour of one year duration, with all profits to benefit the impoverished in third world countries, with expenses coming out of SIR PAUL’s BILLIONS of dollars? Or the selfish asses ABBA, who were offered another BILLION DOLLARS to get off their fat asses, bite the animosity bullet and take six months to please their fans and do a great service to the world? Their personal issues transcend the spirit of cooperation for the worthiest of causes- eliminating human suffering? Or is it just their fat asses are unstageworthy? I have an excellent trainer they could work with. Ditto LED ZEPPELIN.  Imagine this tour:



I’d be so the roadie for that show. You know what? I’d take a year off too and work for free, 
after all, IT’S FOR A GOOD CAUSE!!!!!!!

L.A. Thunder

Posted in Johnny Thunders, June Gloom, L.A., los angeles, rain, Skiing, Sunset Boulevard on June 3, 2009 by kilroyrogers

Seems ODD to see actual weather in L.A.

Clouds, even THUNDER & LIGHTNING  are the order of the day. 
Between the coffee, the clouds and the indelible image of the Hamburgler, er 
DICK CHENEY planted forever like a twisted virus in my line of sight, 
the classic FUNK has taken hold, countered by an ebullience that ebbs and wanes like a tide, 
washing over me and taking the edge off the grim environs.
I ponder often what life would be like in a different climate than Southern California. 
I remember what it has been like in the past. 
Freezing cold winters in Bavaria, skiing shirtless in the sunshine in Telluride or Steamboat Springs, powder washing over abs and nipples at full attention…
…or the abject sorrow of damp melancholy permeating Seattle, 
an endless mist coercing introspection and loneliness. 
This day in L.A. shall pass, as the June Gloom dissipates and the brilliant sunshine bursts forth in a steady ray of warm joy that encompasses all. The gigantic ficus trees, an unlikely cousin of the apartment variety soars skyward to embrace the sun, filled with starlings and a microkingdom of nature’s beauty. The towering palms sway in the breeze over Sunset Boulevard, dropping the occasional massive frond with a crack and whoosh onto the unsuspecting passersby or parked cars.
As the seeming shift from Mediterranean arid climate to full on desert seems to take hold here in the southland, the long days seem even drier and hotter than before. Reservoirs run low, creeks dry up and the delicate tropical plantings demand their unfair share of the precious resource. Maybe a day or two of overcast skies isn’t such a bad thing after all.