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wSaturday, December 24, 2005


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew. For information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com Most of my movie reviews written during the period of my Hep C chemotherapy appear at: http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/stewreviews.html Thank you Third Page And if you want to book me for a speech, you can contact the Yippie Speakers Bureau via http://yippie.mindvox.com
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Brains Waving


Not much gray that mattered
to begin with,
his great life accomplishment was giving up booze
it certainly qualified him
for NeoCon world rulership.

Now cancer of power
has eaten even those tiny parcels of original brain
just a big hole remains
and echoes insistent voices
of string pullers of power,
old slogans and tour guides
any residual real thoughts
come from way down his brain stem
and concern getting drunk and cursing fate.
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Day In The Life -- It looks like Judy Jessica and I will be heading out to our favorite bird sanctuary in Washington. And tonight we will dine on Chanukah latkes -- ah, what an ancient treat.
Tomorrow we will spend Christmas in the typical Jewish manner. Going to the movies (The Producers) and eating Chinese food.


posted by stew at 9:41 AM


wFriday, December 23, 2005


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew. For information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com Most of my movie reviews written during the period of my Hep C chemotherapy appear at: http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/stewreviews.html Thank you Third Page And if you want to book me for a speech, you can contact the Yippie Speakers Bureau via http://yippie.mindvox.com
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Comeback Story

They thought class war
ended
when the Soviet Union bellied up.

It was now time for religions to war
and oil to be conquered
Civilizations in conflict
over jihad, Jesus and low gas prices.

But nobody throwing flowers
at onward Christian soldiers,
the one super power
turning again to paper tiger,
lost on exploding Arab streets.

Meanwhile back on the ranch
class war having spontaneous revival
as pinned down Crusaders
watching from desert distance
as socialism comes blossoming back
in Venezuela and Bolivia
and giving off red signals in Mexico and more.


The old enemy is back
and it doesn't give a damn about great Allah
or 70 virgins
civilizations are going passe
as classes in conflict point out hard truths
about real life
as Ali Baba returns to dream land.

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Day In The Life -- On Monday I will offer a summary of recent medical findings involving the future course of my liver.

It seems impossible to find the 1930s versions of Christmas Carol on the tube. The Brits really understood Scrooge's conversion. The old man could become benevolent but not a jolly Santa Claus. He still kept his thorny dark side but used it for doing good and playing ironic and edgy jokes. A personality built up over a life time does not change in a single night.


posted by stew at 10:16 AM


wThursday, December 22, 2005


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew. For information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com Most of my movie reviews written during the period of my Hep C chemotherapy appear at: http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/stewreviews.html Thank you Third Page And if you want to book me for a speech, you can contact the Yippie Speakers Bureau via http://yippie.mindvox.com
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This article also appears in today's CounterPunch.
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The Spies Who Thought We Were Messy
by Stew Albert

With illegal government break-ins and wire tapping back in the news, (it seems even the Patriot Act is too liberal for Bush) I can't resist reminiscing about my documented adventure in the land of super surveillance. The time period ranged from 1973-75 and Judy and I were living in an isolated Catskill cabin, way off the main road and with neighbors only within hiking distance.

Naturally the Feds assumed that we had moved to such an isolated turf because we wanted to set up a terrorist training camp. We actually decided to to live there because we fell in love with the blazing beautiful lasting forever fall of 1973. And so a period of break-ins and monitoring ensued which had the Feds practically sharing our cabin, reading our mail, installing listening devices, following our friends, tapping our phone calls, and checking on our bank account. All this chicanery was executed without any Judge's permission.

Everything fell apart for the Feds when Judy discovered a homing device on our car. We took civil action. They admitted some crimes and turned over a massive literary account of their adventure in our home. True the FBI files were quite blacked out but enough remained to give the reader an interesting account of what could easily be called a Clash of Cultures, if not Civilizations.

Boy -- did the Feds hate our messy house. There are pages of complaint about our sloppiness. How are they supposed to find that secret document from Fidel Castro instructing us in the use of exploding cigars? And they really hated our irregular life style. They would get a solid piece of information that we were planing to leave town and so they would show up at our cabin all bright and ready to break in only to discover we had changed our plans. That left them nothing much to do but bag a few deers and get drunk.

Our reading habits drove them crazy. What the hell was False Promises by Stan Aronowitz anyway? We referred to it in a letter. Is it real book? A secret code? How come no other terrorist suspect had that "book?" A national question was asked of all the major Field offices but nobody had ever heard of False Promises.

The Feds also hated that --being Yippies --we weren't in a disciplined organization. And so we required much more personal attention and expense. For us, it wasn't enough to put one agent in some movement bureaucracy. They had to live next door.

Of course we learned some personal stuff about the Feds. Like they weren't the heartiest warriors. As the Catskill weather grew colder, icier and snowier, they tended to reduce and then halt their monitoring. One agent slipped on the ice and broke his arm, another was scratched by our cat. The results they were getting about our "terrorist training camp" weren't worth freezing their ass off.

The field agents actually wanted to call the whole thing off but the high command replied that the less it appeared that we were engaged in terrorist activity the more likely it was that we were engaged in terrorist activity. JE Hoover described us as recidivist New Leftists.

The monitoring continued till Judy found their device. We sued. There was an out of court settlement and we used the money to buy a new car. Those were the good old days when there still was a Constitution and Dubya only dreamed of owning a baseball team.


posted by stew at 12:17 PM


wWednesday, December 21, 2005


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew. For information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com Most of my movie reviews written during the period of my Hep C chemotherapy appear at: http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/stewreviews.html Thank you Third Page And if you want to book me for a speech, you can contact the Yippie Speakers Bureau via http://yippie.mindvox.com
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Identity Crisis

Moses turned his back on God
cause big boss man warned him
you'll go nuts if you see my face.

Duce Dubya
was never good at understanding instructions
when God showed up at the ranch
Bush looked him right in the eye
and his brain waves burned down
half of Texas

The Prez now suffering
from permanent identity confusion
with a major biblical character,
it happens all time among tourists in Jerusalem,
he thinks he's God talking to himself.

They passed a Patriot Act
that made him almost dictator
but "virtual" is insulting to a God
who must invade countries, authorize torture
secret prisons, domestic spying,
monitoring library books and pardoning turkeys.
Dubya just gets impatient
even with "let's pretend laws,"
cause the God in his mirror
can even eat fatty foods
cause Dubya's holy reflection
is the Law.
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Day In The Life -- Jessica went out with some friends last night. She has Judy using wrinkle cream that actually gets rid of wrinkles. Tomorrow, a doctor gives me the word. I'll let you know what he says. Today we visit the Troutdale Mall, (if it's no too frozen) previous site of much magic and poetic inspiration.


posted by stew at 10:30 AM


wTuesday, December 20, 2005


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew. For information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com Most of my movie reviews written during the period of my Hep C chemotherapy appear at: http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/thirdpage/stewreviews.html Thank you Third Page And if you want to book me for a speech, you can contact the Yippie Speakers Bureau via http://yippie.mindvox.com
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Waiting Time

Waves like wild whales
crashing on the shore,
wind whirling foam to impossible heights
I stand around freezing with a hundred sea gulls
waiting patiently for nothing,
are we praying against bird flu?

Up on Ocean Side Street
he offers his autograph
but won't give his name.

Down on the beach we sea gulls
never sign anything.

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Day In The Life -- It was very cold and windy on the coast and our ability to walk on the beach was very limited. Typically the beach weather was a bit milder than what was going on in Portland. The wind ruled ocean was wild and magnificent -- It had the cold glory of the frozen Multnomah Falls. We were unable to buy fresh crab -- it seems there is some kind of strike going on -- and scab crabs were off the menu. We made up for the loss it with a fantastic fried razor clams and oysters dinner at a beach side restaurant in Ocean Side.
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Cinderella Man -- Jim Braddock was a depression era pug from New Jersey who got his boxing license lifted because he broke his hand. In the meantime he worked part time on the docks, went on welfare and struggled to hold his family together. By a series of flukes, he gets his boxing license restored and winds up in the ring fighting the murderous Max Baer (who actually did kill a couple of guys in the ring) for the heavyweight championship. The portrait of the life and horrible times of the Great Depression is straight out of Socialist Realistic honesty and Braddock is portrayed as a true blue working class hero. Baer's cruel villainy is theatrically overdone and he sounds more like WWF entertainer than a real fighter. In actual life Baer fought with a large Jewish Star (some claim spotting a very small one in the film) on his trunks but for obvious reasons the large star is deleted. The fight scenes are harsh and suspenseful and Russell Crowe is most convincing as Braddock..


posted by stew at 10:37 AM