Archive for January, 2010


Posted in Afghanistan, Barack Obama, Bush 43, Clinton, democrats, FDR, Loya Jurga, Peace Corps, Teddy on January 20, 2010 by kilroyrogers


GOSH they’re such NICE guys n gals they get STOMPED ON left n right.
Mostly right.
I think if OBAMA had not been swayed by trying so hard to stay the course his advisers suggested, we’d be:
In less debt
Winning hearts and minds in Afghanistan
Calling a Loya Jurga for all Muslims to confront worldwide opinion against radicalism
Working a Peace Corps angle for American youth.

Seems almost every single security/military type is a holdover.
The photo op with
Republican Presidents Bush 43 and Clinton
(you read that right) over Haiti was sickening.
The man who allowed the fiasco after Katrina should not share a photo op at the White House he helped trash.
He should fade into ignominy.
SO NOW the majority is lost in the Senate, even though it barely matters as the Dems let the Healthcare reform bill whittle away to the size of a small band-aid™.
Maybe we need a Teddy ROOSEVELT, not an FDR.
I don’t have the answer, and apparently no one else does either.
I have laughed at Becknpalin et al for months now, but it seems this lunatic fringe of a marginalized party is not causing mass defections after all. PROOF that a bevy of self-centered non-compassionate users run the ‘Pubs and have since my birth, at least.

The Conspiracy of Conspiracies

Posted in BROTHER THEODORE, EAST VILLAGE, New York Times, NYC, TASER, WEST VILLAGE on January 4, 2010 by kilroyrogers

Somedays I can be easily mistaken for BROTHER THEODORE. Waking up and peering from under the covers, blinds tightly drawn, it’s easy to imagine that certain elements of this planet are out to get me. And you.

Sure, I’ve had a few stalkers, probably due to my unbearably intoxicating good looks. A dragqueen, a mixed up bi boy, a geezer: the usual suspects. But they were largely harmless, unlike my current certifiable stalker who sends me threatening e-mails signed, Love and Peace or some such incongruous catchphrase. The internets make it really, really easy to be tracked down, and you don’t have to scale my estate walls with duct tape and rope at ready to find me at your mercy.
Big cities are anonymous, good or bad, and it’s hard to tell if that person is actually following me down the street and just seems familiar or in fact has TASER™ in hand, ready for a stun and toss in the back of a black SUV headed for the hills, some dungeon or romp room a the ready.
LIVING IN FEAR is not an option, but one thing I learned in NYC at three ayem crossing Cooper Union from Village east to west: STAY ALERT! Look around: looking a little menacing yourself, a little crazy, is always an option. I was never hassled in Manhattan, and this in the Age of Crack, yet.
So if you come up to me on the street because we are facebook™ “Friends” please ID yourself, and give a reference. Otherwise, my BROTHER THEODORE MINDSET might take over and I just might be the one pulling out a TASER™