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...perverse and often baffling
Project CAMELTOE is a study whose objective is to determine the feasibility of developing a general social systems model which would make it possible to predict and influence politically significant aspects of social change. Somewhat more specifically, its objectives are:
First, to devise procedures for assessing the potential for internal war within national societies;
Second, to identify with increased degrees of confidence those actions which a government might take to relieve conditions which are assessed as giving rise to a potential for internal war; and
Finally, to assess the feasibility of prescribing the characteristics of a system for obtaining and using the essential information needed for doing the above two things.
The women in Poughkepsie take their clothes off when their tipsy and the girls in Ypsilanti don't wear any panties.
Some people have everything and other people don't but everything don't mean a thing if ain't the thing you want.
— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère!
I am my own Yoko Ono.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings up so many memories.
O God Thy sea is so great and my boat is so small...
The top likeness of Tupai Cupa was drawn from life in 1826 during a visit he made to Liverpool England. The lower image is his own drawing of his facial tattoo that he used as a "signature."
How you get so rude and
reckless?
Don't you be so crude and
feckless.
You've been drinking brew for
breakfast.
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Are these words that go together well?

"The first t'ing ya gots unna' stan is tha 'story of the 95th...
In the war of Southern Intransgience and Northern Aggression, the Blues against the Grays, the war between the Blacks and the Whites,, the war between the South and the North, N'awlins, New Orleans was solid Union. Every corner had graffito calling out oppropribihitting, "A bas confederacie!" A Grasuit is lucky to get from uptown alive and there is a guarantee about downtown. I got me some fancy boots. I gottem' off a dead man. A Washington D.C. federal steamboat hauled up on Farragutt's wharf and was great by Blackamores and Coloureds and Negroes with drums and horns. We already had a regiment formed and have enough for three more. The Third regiment should of been the first but when the White Southern Sympathizers realized New Orleans was gonna never gonna be Confederate in any way shape or mean, well, those ol' boys lined up just as fast at the Post office as the Freemen and the Coloureds had six months prior. Those ol' boys got the 1st and 2nd from right behind us but we did not care, we did not give a sou. The Blacks and Coloureds and the Freemen and the Red Indians and the Mexicaans and Islanders and the Hindoos and all the Runaways had three regiments; Les Corpes d'Afrique.
The war ended and some left for the North and others went South and some of us just stayed in the barracks as I did.
At the end of the war I found the 3rd being called the 95th through the 99th and we steamed around the Gulf of Mexico, taxing schooners and barges, packets and tramp boats from Pensacola to the Body of Christ.
There is a Spanish war and a Mexican war and some wars by Bolivar; I'm not sure which side we was on until I reached Panama with a plan and a canal. In Panama I had me some babaies but I made sure they borned United States of American.
Sat, October 31, 2009 - 11:13 AM
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www.youtube.com/watch
Up here in the land of the hot-dog stand
The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man
We think our South American neighbors are grand
We love 'em to beat the band
South America, baba-loo, ay-yi-yi, baba-loo
One favor you can do, ay-yi-yi, you can do
You beautiful lands below
Don't know what you began
To put it plainly, I'm tired of shakin'
To that Pan-American plan
Take back your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay!, your Conga, ay-yi-yi!
I can't keep movin', ay!, my chassis, ay!, any longer, ay-yi-yi!
Now maybe Latins, ay!, in their middles, ay!, are built stronger, ay-yi-yi!
But all this takin' to the quakin' and this makin' with the shakin' leaves me achin', olé!
First shake around and settle there
Then you shake around and settle here
Then you shake around and settle there
That's enough, that's enough
Take it back, my spine's outta-whack
There's a strange click-clack
In the back of my Sacroiliac
Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
Why can't you send us, ay!, a less strenu-, ay!, -ous number, ay-yi-yi!
I got more bumps now, ay!, than on a, ay!, cucumber, ay-yi-yi!
While all those Latin drums are cloppin', like a Jumpin' Jack I'm hoppin' without stoppin', olé!
South America, take it away
First you shake around and settle there (where?)
Then you shake around and settle here (oh, there)
And then you shake around and settle there (why Billy!)
That's enough, that's enough
Take it back, my spine's outta-whack
There's a strange click-clack
In the back of my Sacroiliac
Oh, my achin' back
Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
Bring back the old days, ay!, of dancing I remember, ay-yi-yi!
My hips are cracking, I am shrieking "Ay-Carumba!", ay-yi-yi!
I got a wriggle and a diddle and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle, olé!
This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission ammunition, olé!
Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try my patience, olé!
South America, take it away
Fri, October 30, 2009 - 12:49 PM
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A blue Perma-prest shirt, a pair of wing tips and a calm blue suit and a cup of real American coffee is all he needs at this moment. Jimmy considers, "All these cats slurp down their fluffy fooffy Euro-caffe lattes and what not but they have no freakin' idea how to make a 'coffee, regular'. Hmmm, I bet there is a $1,000,000 idea there somewhere..."
Jimmy says aloud, addressing the gathered affiliation of youngish millionaires or what ever the euro-dollar considers rich-aires. Jimmy's talking to a a few blokes, a bunch of Swiss, Russian, Slovenian, Pole and Czech legitimate business men and a smattering of fops, politicians and rootless cosmopolitans, Jimmy says aloud, Jimmy says aloud, "Gentlemen, what I have for you is a what I like to call a billion dollar idea and you can have your share if you are smart enough to get here..."
Jimmy runs a thumb and forefinger down the lapel of his calm blue shark skin suit, ending in a snap of his fingers.
"...if you can get here fast *snap*
Did you miss hip hop? Didja miss the NBA? Where were you when rock and roll were born? Just this morning I ate me an Egg McMuffin while looking at the Mona Lisa."
The room murmurs, chuckles a bit.
"Gentlemen, what I have here is a chance for you to get in on the groundish floor. I have the opportunity for you to be part of the future and part of America and be part of the NFL. Elvis, give me a hand, eh?"
Elvis has a pompadour, horn rim glasses and a pink carnation in his calm blue birch bark tuxedo jacket. Elvis turns on the film strip machine. *Beep*
Voice of Narrator: The NFL and You. *Beep*
They watch the film strip and there is mumbling and slurping and the clearing of throats.
Jimmy checks his cuffs and says to the gathered, "You see gentlemen, The U.S. of A. will gladly do jobs the Europeans do not want...."
The Frenchie directly to Jimmy's left speaks up. "...but Monsieur Twosuits, we have already said we have the work force to do theez things."
"Yeah, yeah, just like you guys thought you could do hockey."
Jimmy glares at Dutch man.
"That cost us a lot of guilders, eh? Look, guys, I went across the pond and went out to the prarie and the purple mountains majesty and got this hammered out with a bunch of ol' American know how. Elvis..."
Elvis walked up and pulled the muslin covere off of the board to the right of Jimmy.
"The London Bowl!"
The lights dim and the the mirror ball begins to spin. The rising strings of the Love Unlimited Orchestra take up the room. Scantily clad women enter the room with plates of America's finest meats and cheeses, Beers and licquers, marijuana cigarettes and the finest mind altering pharmaceuticals that Jimmy could gather with a three day notice.
Voice over of Jimmy Twosuits:
"The London Bowl plays the two worst teams of the NFL soft head to soft head. Shame. Only one team can be the worst. Shame. The battle from the bottom; look boys, you guys love a relegation match, right?"
"American football is inevitable
Mon, October 26, 2009 - 12:30 PM
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The year my dad went crazy
...and he's gone crazy. There ain't no doubt about it.
What's he paying for his sanity?
Can he do with out it?
...and he's gone crazy. I don't know what to make of it .
He's given up on his sanity,
just for the sake of it.
...and he says, "Don'cha know that the troubles here are the same as the troubles there?
...and he tells me, "Don'cha know that you find yourself the same troubles if you go anywhere?
...and he tells me," ...and if you live your life as if you hadn't a care, don'cha ask "Good God, what have I done?"
...and he's gone crazy.
...and he's gone crazy.
...and he's gone crazy, he gone crazy
<clap x 2>
crazy
<clap x 2>
He gone crazy over you
(waltz interlude, what a great word, "interLUDE, ... interLEWD, you are such a dirty girl. Come over here and dance nasty for papi. Uhm hmmm....)
...and he gone crazy
there ain't no rhyme or reason
He just another fatality
of this rainy season
...and he gone crazy
I don't know what's the matter
He running 'round lately
mad as a hatter
...and he tell me, "Don'cha know that a humble man puts his life down into the soil?
His love, his pain, his tears, his sweat, his blood, his cum and his toil
and then there comes a time to shuffle of this mortal coil
just to have some rich man gnawing on your bones?
...and he's he's gone crazy
(crazy)
...and he's gone crazy
(crazy)
...and he's gone crazy
He's gone crazy, crazy
He gone crazy over you
Don'cha know he wants to take you to some place where it's nice and flat?
and grow himself some wheat, some barley, some corn or something like that?
He wants to wear his old shoes
and bring a new hat
He wants to live out there with you girl
and make you so nice and fat
...and he's gone crazy
(crazy)
...and he gone crazy
(crazy)
...and he gone crazy
<clap X 2>
crazy
<clap X 2>
Crazy over you
(Oh he gone crazy I tell you the boys gone crazy, crazy as a lark a loon a dancing spoon. He gone crazy as a shit house rat. Crazy as a duck in Hawa'ii. That boy is crazy, down to the bone crazy and he's gone crazy...
*clap X 2*
crazy
*clap X 2*
He gone crazy, crazy, he gone crazy over you
Sun, October 25, 2009 - 11:26 AM
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I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
Re: x rated
(in *-dirty-*)
I made a video in 1980-something... Wish I could get that cassette back.
discussion post on Sat, November 7, 2009 - 12:38 PM
Dream of the Fisherman's Wife
U.S. Forces Out of Vietnam; Hanoi Frees the Last P.O.W.
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By Joseph B. Treaster
Special to The New York Times
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Saigon, South Vietnam, March 29 -- The last American troops left South Vietnam today, leaving behind an unfinished war that has deeply scarred this country and the United States.
There was little emotion or joy as they brought to a close almost a decade of American military intervention.
Remaining after the final jet transport lifted off from Tan Son Nhut air base at 5:53 P.M. were about 800 Americans on the truce observation force who will leave tomorrow and Saturday. A contingent of 159 Marine guards and about 50 military attaches also stayed behind.
The fighting men were gone, but United States involvement in South Vietnam was far from ended.
When Gen. Frederick C. Weyand presided over the furling of the colors of the United States Military Assistance Command, Vietnam, this afternoon, he told a handful of American servicemen, "You can hold your heads up high for having been a part of this selfless effort."
In a second address later on in the afternoon, delivered in halting Vietnamese, General Weyland declared: "Our mission has been accomplished . I depart with a strong feeling of pride in what we have achieved, and in what our achievement represents."
As the last American commander in Vietnam said good-bye to the huge white tropical building that was sometimes called Pentagon East, a force of 7,200 American civilians employed by the Department of Defense was standing under the eaves.
A majority of these civilians are technicians who are already at work with the South Vietnamese armed forces, trying to fill the gap in special skills that the Vietnamization program has been unable to provide. Many are repairing helicopters, jet fighter-bombers, radar systems and computers, and some are instructing the Vietnamese in these tasks.
This afternoon at Tan Son Nhut, while waiting for his plane to take off, Col. Einar Himma, a naturalized American from Estonia, talked of his two tours in Vietnam. He had grown fond of the Vietnamese, he said, and he felt sad about their future.
"There's going to be a full blown war starting up after we leave," he said. "The fighting has never stopped anyway."
As he spoke a Government officer downtown was reporting that more than 100 military incidents had occurred in the last day- almost double the number reported in the last weeks before the cease-fire was proclaimed on Jan. 28.
Across the airport, 30 coffins with the bodies of Government soldiers had just been unloaded from trucks. A Vietnamese woman knelt weeping beside her husband's coffin.
Colonel Himma's candid talk was unusual for a military man. Many of his colleagues refuse to admit that in eight years, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, millions of tons of bombs, a panoply of deadly devices and billions of dollars, they had not won the war.
Many offices still contend that the Army never lost a battle in Vietnam; their reasoning is that, at whatever price, the troops always took or held the terrain in question. But now the places where some Americans consider that the greatest victories of the war were achieved- Khe Sanh, Dak To, Hamburger Hill, the Ia Drang Valley, the rises and hollows south of the demilitarized zone- are controlled by the Communists.
Army publications and some officers describe the Tet offensive of 1968 as an allied victory even though many others say that its impact on the American public triggered the beginning of the United States' disengagement from Vietnam.
Admiral Moorer's Regret
Still, one general said the other day: "The Army leaves with its chin out and its chest high. It's done a commendable job."
Today, there were congratulatory messages from Washington and the Pacific headquarters and a fleeting note of regret from Adm. Thomas H. Moorer, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, that the war had not enjoyed "the full measure of support it deserved."
When the first big American fighting units began arriving in South Vietnam in 1965, there was a standard explanation for the United States presence.
"We've come here to stop the spread of Communism," the soldiers would say without hesitation. "If we don't stop them here we may be fighting them in San Francisco next." Sometimes the soldiers also mentioned giving the South Vietnamese the opportunity to live under a democratic system.
One officer who has been involved in Vietnam for several years conceded in an interview earlier this week that what the United States had achieved here was "certainly less than any of us planned in the beginning." He said that the United States had succeeded in giving the South Vietnamese "a reasonable chance to survive."
"Now," he continued, "it becomes a matter of will and determination on the part of the South Vietnamese."
To reach this point, the cost to the United States has been almost 46,000 men killed and more than 300,000 wounded. The military has become controversial, its self-confidence has been reduced and it has been forced into a new mold- a volunteer army spruced up to attract enlistees but anathema to many old regulars.
North Vietnam, South Vietnam and the Vietcong have lost a million men on the battlefield. No one on the allied side knows how many Communist soldiers have been wounded, but it is doubtful that the number is fewer than the 400,000 South Vietnamese hurt in combat.
American officials estimate that perhaps a million South Vietnamese civilians have been killed in the war and that more than 40 per cent of the 16 million survivors have been uprooted by the fighting, their homes and belongings lost, their families scattered.
From the beginning American military men felt that the fighting in Vietnam would be like the fighting in Korea. But there were seldom front lines or large formations of troops to assault.
"In this war," a colonel said, "a squad of 10 or 12 men was considered an excellent target for wings of aircraft and battalions of artillery."
The Americans used such tactics partly out of frustration, but also because commanders were under pressure from Washington to keep their casualties down in an unpopular war.
Many Vietnamese civilians became victims. Wide areas of territory used by the Communists were declared "free-fire zones." These were places where bombs could be dropped or artillery fired at any time without special clearance. Peasants living in the areas risked death if they did not leave.
Under Gen. William C. Westmoreland, the American commander in Vietnam when the troop build-up began, there were "search-and-destroy" operations, in which sometimes thousands of soldiers would push through an area, often in tanks and armored cars.
The ambush was the greatest enemy tactic and the booby-trap was his most effective weapon until last spring, when the Russians began supplying 130-mm. guns that could fire a shell 17 miles.
One way that the Americans tried to overcome the ambush tactic was to expose the enemy's hiding places. The did this by defoliating thousands of acres and plowing down great stretches of rubber plantations and forest land bordering the roads.
But the favorite weapon of the Americans was the helicopter. This, as one general liked to say, freed the men from the "tyranny of the terrain."
In the early days the most popular helicopter tactic was the air assault. A general would pick a trouble spot, soften it up with artillery and air strikes for 15 or 20 minutes and then load up 400 or 500 men in helicopters and set them down on the edge of the objective.
Toward the end of the American experience in Vietnam, helicopters were mainly used for armed reconnaissance in which they would scout a suspicious area and shoot at anything that moved. In Da Nang last June a couple of helicopter pilots bragged about how they had made a farmer "dance" in his rice field and how another time they had shot down a boney cow.
As United States troops strength moved downward from its 1969 peak of 543,000, the pressure increased to keep down American losses and the use of bombers increased. This added to the cost of the war and almost certainly led to more inadvertent casualties.
My Lai Most Damaging
The most painful memory for the Army was the My Lai massacre. But an incident in which eight Green Berets were accused of killing a Vietnamese double agent in the fall of 1969 hurt the Army too. The eight- six commissioned officers, a warrant officer and a sergeant- were arrested and charged with shooting Thai Khac Chuyen in June, 1969, and dumping his body in the South China Sea. A little later all Special Forces soldiers were pulled out of Vietnam.
Often when American military men talk about the mistakes of the war, they conclude that more force should have been used. Many think that North Vietnam should have been invaded. Failing that, they would have preferred to march deep into Laos to try to cut the Ho Chi Minh supply network.
Early Training of Vietnamese
There is general agreement that the United States should have started building the Vietnamese armed forces from the beginning, instead of assuming the main combat role until it became clear that the American public would no longer support the war.
There is little question that in four years the Vietnamese armed forces have made strides forward, but they still have shortcomings.
General Weyand declared today that the Government forces had proved "their readiness, determination and capability to defend their ideals" during the North Vietnamese offensive of 1972.
In that campaign, several South Vietnamese units broke and ran, others suffered devastating casualties and, in some cases, entire battalions were captured. American and South Vietnamese officers said that the massive use of American air power had saved the country.
Although American advisers to Vietnamese units and Special Forces Soldiers often lived close to the Vietnamese, and often ate Vietnamese food, most American servicemen lived in isolation in compounds and barracks that were as much like home as they could make them.
Air-conditioners, soft drinks, beer, ice cream, the latest movies, television, tape recorders and pin-ups were standard. Most of the food was shipped from the United States. Generals prided themselves on elaborate messes.
Junior officers and noncoms took pride in building fancy clubs. The Air Force club in Pleiku was known for its huge crystal chandelier. One of the most popular clubs in Saigon used to be the top of the Rex Hotel, where the officers held barbecue cookouts every Sunday night. In the beginning there were slot machines everywhere, but they abruptly disappeared one day.
Heavy Ratio of Support
Men in support jobs outnumbered combat troops by more than 7 to 1. But there were line units with many helicopters, like the First Cavalry Division, where the "grunts," or fighting men usually got two hot meals a day and sometimes had ice cream and soda in the field.
The tour of duty in Vietnam was one year. Its brevity made the separation from family more bearable but it created great turbulence in the armed forces. Many officers felt that this short tour weakened the services structurally and created a situation in which, as one officer said, "We didn't have 8 years or 12 years, or whatever it was of experience- we had one year of experience eight times."
Officers spent six months in combat duty and six months in administrative or support jobs. This gave everyone some exposure to the war and increased his chances for promotion, but it also kept everyone in unfamiliar jobs.
With all the amenities, though, morale began to fall in 1970 and 1971. Drug use became endemic. A few units refused orders to go into combat and enlisted men occasionally "fragged" their officers- throwing fragmentation grenades. Soldiers began to wear love beads and peace symbols and let their hair run shaggy. It was only after units had gotten down to a hard core of "lifers," specialists and technicians that the American forces in Vietnam regained some of the lost discipline.
Today, as the last men were heading home, a reporter asked whether they were happy or sad. Several majors, lieutenant colonels and colonels glared fiercely and snapped, "No comment!"
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