Praying Prey

Oh you, you know you must be blind
To do something like this
To take the sleep that you don't know
You're giving Death a kiss,
Oh, little fool now

Pimpto Bismol

The real deal. One block from home, Rainier Ave. Silver boots and check the ring.

GOD BLESS HER

Currently not hearing the music, but I do love Booth. One of the best cartoonists ever.

FYI

Validation for self, and this blog. Goodnight, and you're welcome.

UNCOMMON VALOR (A Vietnam Story)

Jedi Mind Tricks W/ R.A. The Rugged Man

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah..

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerrillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here

[Interlude]
(soldier speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(soldier speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.

[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skillin', killin', illin' I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killin'
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
'til the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

Twin Peaked

Blair, lurking with cat-prowl.

Caption?

Secret MLK sidewalk gap. We need to go back and face our demons, and harness the Dan Tien.

p.s. Promise to post proper pics of Blair blasting over this accordingly, once we go back.

COOL OBIT

Cool lady.

I DON'T DRAW MUCH ANYMORE.

Lost art or sign of the times? I think it was a good habit. And good meditation, as long as you're not trying to perfect it.

I DO MIND

"Unhinged: The Trouble With Psychiatry." The book doesn't just concern the influence of drug companies in the profession. Carlat believes in prescribing medication, but he says too many psychiatrists have all but abandoned talk therapy — leaving in-depth interaction with patients to others — while they pursue medical fixes for mood problems and mental disorders.

Read article: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php

This is the exact same type of problem my old man had with the medical industry. But as a doctor he chose to spend more quality time with fewer patients, at the risk (and immediate fact) of not making nearly as much money. Part of this is choice –an ethical one, which is foreshadowed by the “income differential” (which Dan Carlat calls himself out on, is aware of, by being a psychiatrist and not a therapist), and the other is actual limitations imposed by the business in contracts with pharmaceutical companies, medical tech companies, hospital CEO’s, etc. The latter of which can be just as disconcerting to the practitioner who requires more freedom to practice in a thorough, methodical manner. Very frustrating, and a real concern for practitioners and patients alike. He did everything he could to talk his sons out of becoming a doctor. (lucky for him, I isn’t smart enough anyway!)

I also had a professor teach us in depth about these pitfalls of the American Psychiatric industry as well. He called it a triple-bind system, which establishes that the therapist be dependent on the APA and drug companies for regulations, standards, and product; the patient be dependent on the therapist for treatment and controlled substances; the companies dependent on the patients continually needing treatment for new diagnoses (i.e., stimulating and maintaining demand). He amplified this lament with the fact that DSM diagnoses never leave one’s record and that some organizations and individuals, (however seemingly highly illegal and obviously unethical) in light of mandates confidentiality, can access a main national database of all U.S. patient records with the right credentials/means, for multiple reasons. (e.g., employment concerns, political sleuthing, Homeland Security) Sounds like a conspiracy, but it aint.

This is a guy who hid his under-insured patients records under his bed at home and counseled them for free, so there was no liability or oversight.

Quick psychobabble: Is this the death knell of psychoanalysis? We need another revolution in psychology, but it will probably not come from or any new form of psychotherapy, but from advances in neurology (neuro-engineering). And I do fear the ramifications of physical transmitter-tinkering. Can we re-program/overwrite pathology?? You need to understand the cause before you can treat the effect.


Food for thought.

WE ARE HEMORRHAGING

"This Gulf coast crisis is about many things – corruption, deregulation, the addiction to fossil fuels. But underneath it all, it's about this: our culture's excruciatingly dangerous claim to have such complete understanding and command over nature that we can radically manipulate and re-engineer it with minimal risk to the natural systems that sustain us..."

Read more...

The Guardian, Saturday 19 June 2010
"Gulf oil spill: A hole in the world" by Naomi Klein