Do Not Ban Dana Schutz

The museum should have never kowtowed to the angry rabble to begin with. Once you apologize, it is hard to make a boundary. You’ve exposed your belly and it will be lanced. Continue reading

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Me — yes, that’s me!

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I’m Tweeting!

And, yes, that’s me folks! And, Sponge Bob! No political statement here, only a friendly hello. Just getting started and I will also have updates to follow soon here on Liberty Wolf, and of course, on Twitter. I’m just getting started there.

Click on the photo to my Twitter page!

I’ve moved to Denver from San Francisco, so the last two months have been crazy. But, I am resettling and though it is cold out here, so far, so good. I plan to revamp things here a bit and also, to get back with a restart and reset for the new year. I think I’ll become a bit more candid and open this coming year… And, maybe jazz things up a bit. The photo is the beginning.

checking in while traveling by train

I’m doing some traveling this week and next, to NY and then – to the Denver area. So, I won’t be as active, but the Liberty Wolf is still around – observing and attempting to make sense of the country and the culture. Amtrak is an interesting way to travel, as long as you don’t mind not taking a shower for a day or two. I’m in Chicago now, on a long layover and plan to walk around and taste some of the local brews.

Watching the budget discussions, and hoping that our debt is at least reduced or its escalation slowed. All we need is a currency crisis, and while I tend to NOT be an apocalyptic sort, that possibility certainly looms as realistic, if something is not done to curb our enormous national debt.

That’s my deep thought for today. Checking in again later, but mostly I’m on a sort of vacation.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day and week!

Here, I leave you with a Gun Club song “Fire Spirit” —

Off their classic 1981 album “Fire of Love”

I can see clearly
from my diamond eyes,
I’m going to the mountain with the Fire Spirit
no-one will accept all of me
so the Fire…will stop

Up through the streets
the gunfire of cars,
going to the mountain with the Fire Spirit
no-one will take all of me
so the Fire…will stop

I will be cheating
the whole ritual,
I’m going to the mountain with the Fire Spirit
no-one will expect all of me
so the Fire..will stop

Someone will break out of the circle,
someone will turn and burn a world
someone knows a better cell
where the old north wind blows through southeast hell, yeah….

Invention was betrayed by the machine,
promised like it was promised to me
I’m going up to the mountain to see
how the last thing, will set me free, yeah…

I had to do something, I was wearing down,
I was going down….

Why can no one ever touch a Fire Spirit?
Why can no one ever hold a Fire Spirit?
Why can no one ever feel a Fire Spirit?

I am going to the mountain,
I am going to the mountain,
I am going to the montain….

I can see clearly
from my diamond eyes,
I’m going to the mountain with the Fire Spirit,
no one will accept all of me…
and the fire…will stop…

With too much patience
and too much pain,
going to the mountain with the Fire Spirit
to make amends for all of me…
and the Fire…will stop.

Happy New Year 2011 and New Decade

Just wanted to say Happy New Year and more importantly, Happy New Decade to all who stop by to read. I’m still just firing up the anvil here, and getting started. December was a bit quiet, but while there will be ebbs and flows, expect more posts this month as the new year get underway.

I appreciate all who stop by to read and have been enjoying this new venture in political muck racking!

While it may not yet be 2012, it is certainly time to consider the future, as it always lingers just ahead. Here from Leonard Cohen, the song by the same name, “The Future”. I’ve always thought this song was like that Yeats poem, “The Second Coming”.


Leonard Cohen – The Future

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it’s lonely here,
there’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that’s an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that’s left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.

You don’t know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I was the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I’ve seen the nations rise and fall
I’ve heard their stories, heard them all
but love’s the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It’s over, it ain’t going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil’s RIDING crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide …

There’ll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There’ll be phantoms
There’ll be fires on the road
and a white man dancing
You’ll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin’.

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide …

When they said REPENT REPENT …

Caucasian Guilt – Noh Mercy flashback

In the late seventies, I remember seeing a band called “Noh Mercy” at the SF School for the Deaf on Valencia Street (a venue now gone) featuring just two women – Esmeralda and Toni. Toni was a tough, swaggering butch lesbian who was also an on and off junkie, and Esmeralda was het but a very femme and glamorous yet tough as nails dark haired singer, magnetic and sultry, yet raw. Both women were white, yes, far as I could tell. Esmeralda went on to do her own one woman thing without Toni in time, Esmeralda then simply called her act “Esmeralda”. Noh Mercy was just drums and Esmeralda’s large voice and theatrical presence, as I remember. And was one of the earliest punk bands with a very strong female presence in San Francisco. There was another then here in town called VS. Noh Mercy had a very unique sound, with just the drums and the voice. Anyway, here, an edgy and possibly ah, offensive song for some, on white guilt. It is true that in those days, certain types of art and music happened that could probably not happen now I think, people are so much more careful to not offend — back then, in that early punk scene, I think it was all about offending and breaking through artifice. I remember this song from 1979, and saw it performed live a few times. And, well, as I’ve always said, “a little white guilt goes a long ways”, and as a non-white person — I actually, find it annoying and counterproductive. Any way, here goes: