Monday, December 19, 2011

Drinks on the House at The Apocalypse Club

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

-not your ordinary Origami-

(I know it's still early days but let me say, Merry Christmas!!! ...just because you're not supposed to. I recorded a message about the founder of Christmas for our good friend James Jancik over at Feet 2 the Fire radio for his upcoming Christmas show and some resonance lingers on; probably why I said-------------),

Merry Christmas!!! Oops, I said it again. You gotta watch it. That kind of thing can pop up all over the place. It can get epidemic, which is not the same as 'getting medieval' and then the people who used to complain about armbands show up with armbands and it then becomes all the fault of Jesus Christ, for insisting on putting his hands and feet in the way of some guys with hammers, who were just trying to nail a cross for Christ's sake and... where did that guy come from? It's okay, he'll be gone shortly. And then what does he do? He won't stay put but has to show up and force some guy named Thomas to do a cavity search and I didn't even know they had a TSA back then but maybe it was the burnt offering cats with the flaming excrement?

I figure it doesn't matter if he was the guy 'they' said he was because after two thousand years of millions of people believing (cue- "Here Comes the Sun King, Beatles) and thousands of people deceiving, there had to be someone, somewhere, sometime. Since I'm a Rosicrucian and have looked into it from that angle (Yeah, I know, they're a branch of the Masons and Cornelius Agrippa made blue jeans; Agrippa Blue Jeans, 'they Agrippa your ass'!) I would have to say there was something to it because nobody was buried in Rosenkreuz's coffin; no word on Guilderstern and I may be puntificating. It's a funny thing about those Rosicrucians. They wore no outfits and their power was healing. Word has it that they walk among us, along with the other high bandwidth types, that appear in front of certain people across the ages but no one believes them, unless they see it on TV first. God was not impressed and changed the channel. Man down! But not before he reached out and painted a smiley face on the frosty 25 foot pitcher of Kool-Aid. I be witless for the prosecution.

One thing I do notice about Jesus Christ is that he makes a lot of people angry. It's understandable. He was asking a lot and it wasn't just him that was making people angry. Most people were getting angry because the people not following him but playing their version of Occupy this, were occupying the space, while vacant of the essence, so that you had a kind of empty lot, filled with noise and dressed in coffin bound glitter suits, like they were all some kind of Gary Glitter, which it turned out that they were, only it was much worse; not jailbait but pre-bait, with some kind of hidden clause rebate that gives them a Get out of Hell free card. You'd have to call it some kind of indulgence. Still they sure could build some buildings and fill them with ominous atmosphere. They lost a lot of people because of smoke inhalation from the incense and of course there were the routine concussions from the wild assed swinging censers and auto-da-fe's to make up for the shortage of candle wax, though they did have a lot of cabbages and kings for their goat's head soup.

These days you got that Michelle Bachmann Turner Overdrive, cranking up on the gospel train, proving you can't embarrass God but you definitely can do a number on yourself. I don't hate Michelle but I know she looks at me like a raccoon in the water, waiting for the Dog Poet to take a swim. At least you know there won't be any alligators, moccasins or leeches in the water because of professional courtesy. That means no spider webs in the trees either, should she be so moved as to want to sunbathe like, 'that definitely ain't no nymph' here in the forest primeval and no druid of eld I ever saw in any rubber necking traffic jam, frozen in horror, looking at a slow motion train wreck and... can I get a witness!

Somewhere today, Jesus's Michelin Tire man, the ' it's so not right' Reverend Haggee will be talking somewhere about how Jesus don't like this and don't like that but he sure does love those people with the hammers and nails and Ted Haggard and Jimmy Swaggart will be doing a hip hop version of “Different Strokes for Different Folks” during the inter (nocturnal) e-mission which sounds like it happens on the internet. We'll have Laura Ingraham doing that Advent pole dance, while Michael Savage slaps her silly, with an inflated Shiva lingam and Diwali's been over for six weeks already but he's screaming “who's your daddy”? Cause he's a dual national backdoor man for performance theater Rapture.

Bill Bennett is humping a camel, which is kinda redundant and betting that he can walk with Jesus through the eye of a needle, even if he is a little Tweedle Deedle because in fairy tales everything always comes true, as long as you don't leave the confines of the book. That's kinda like how dogma and cant become literal, as long as you don't leave the confines of the book, even though every fool in love knows that every holy book is written upon the human heart, in a secret code of flaming letters and if it isn't operating out of there, it isn't operating at all, unless it's had too much of its own anesthesia, which is the name of the girlfriend who used to go out with that opium of the masses guy, until they both overdosed, or Sid Vicious killed her.

Benny Hinn, who is the Benny Hill of Banana Republic Safari Suit Jesusland, is going to wash his nuts in the ballwasher at the seventeenth tee and make a hole in one for the lord, unless Sandusky gets there first. They're all god's quarterback, down here in the cheap seats and when you talk about offensive lines, well, I'd have to say they're 'ground and pound' all the way. Kind of like the Jets, if they didn't have a Dirty Sanchez for an appertif. You don't have to wonder where I get this stuff, it's all surround sound, in the dressing rooms behind the Chinese restaurant and that's why they call them mandarins, when they're not playing around in the eminence grease.

Oral and his brother Anal Roberts, are floating down from the heavens on tiny prayer rugs with Ben Franklin's picture on them. They met Frankie at the Hellfire Club, when they were just little sprouts. Oral's been saying that if you don't send him some more money then Jesus is going to come and take him but I can't remember if he's done that yet. Merry Christmas!!!

Appolonius of Tyana is probably still walking around, but like the rest of those high bandwidth cats, he's concealed in the shrubbery, because that is what Lady Nature will do for you, if you treat her right. Concealment in the secret bowers of Nature is one of her specialties a la maison and it's always prix fixe AND a la carte. Tell that to the Smorgasbord of directors at Monsanto. They got a little something going on with Nature that makes Dr. Frankenstein look like Little Orphan Annie, or am I thinking of Elsa Lanchester... Melissa Manchester (God help me)? It's kinda cool, you must admit, how the church authorities turned The Three Wise Men into The Three Stooges but that's pretty much the same thing as saying Jesus wasn't a Syrian and that's a little ironic given that ZATO wants to turn the place into an IHOP breakfast at the moment but Rasputin's relatives have had about enough at this point, after what happened to Anastasia, or was that Sid Vicious again and just exactly why do they call heroin, 'horse'

Sure would be nice if Miles Davis could make it to this year's Happy Holidays dinner at The White House. He could do a jazz version of a paraphrasing of John Fogarty singing, “Put a Eight headed candle in the Window, cause I'm bound to need the light”. However, Miles has gone to his big angry, curmudgeon home in the sky, where they call Ambrosia, 'horse'. Johnny Mathis probably lives next door, where you go if you're not angry, or over to Tim Hardin's across the street, where sometimes you're angry and sometimes you're not, or round the corner to Paul Butterfield's, where you can be angry and drunk, six way from next Sunday and can I have a Merry Christmas!!!

Keep those cards and letters coming people and don't forget to write “Happy Holidays” on your forehead, with black magic marker, so you can remember what you're supposed to say when you look in the mirror. I can't remember if that comes out backwards, or not, but keep in mind you will be saying, “syadiloH yppaH” if it does, which is probably okay, as long as you are not saying, “Merry Christmas”!!! You are not supposed to be saying “Merry Christmas”!!! which puts me in that Younger Bear, contrary Indian thing from Little Big Man. What that means is there's going to be a whole lot of Merry Christmas”!!! Even if I wasn't motivated before, I'm motivated now and I intend to Occupy Christmas.

We hold these truths to be self reverent, depending on what you mean by that, which is always the biggest question, however it may be demonstrated, however prima facie it may be, in the evidence of result. The courtroom is pig Latin friendly, in these days of Animal Farm. The judge looks like Santa, if he was an avid Redskin's fan. It's lumps of coal on the house, at The Apocalypse Club and The Middle East is about to look like two for one night at Little Caesars, unless something in the spirit of the season comes about, in some kind of miraculous fashion; ever hopeful, that would be me.

I know, I sound like Dr. Sardonicus, although I've never heard anything he's had to say. I don't know what that is, maybe it was a film but this is the kind of thing that happens, when you don't have any film over your eyes and you need to say something but it has to be really different and it has to be early enough, so that you can still redeem yourself, by the time Ted Bundy tries to come down the chimney, or is that Sid Vicious? Anyway, Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Imaginary Queen ♫
'Imaginary Queen' is track no. 10 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible

Last night's radio show is now available for download.


Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Well, to me it's happy Mithramas, along with a ton of other gods. (Horus, Krishna, Dionysus is all I can remember a the moment) I personally celebrate Yule, being a Celtic Pagan, but whatever mows your lawn. Sure! Merry Christmas, whether it happened or not. . .JUST BECAUSE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT, just like you; though I will admit I've been rather jaded with the holiday since my late teen years. I'm still trying to forgive those relatives of mine that had me into the stupid Santa Clause myths (and Easter bunny, tooth fairy, etc. . .).

Well, whatever. This post was rather amusing, and had me laugh a bit here and there. It seems rather a fitting blog entry for this inane time of year where people behave in ways I find hard to put into words.

Visible said...

The very reason why I wrote it.

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas.
"Oral and Anal Roberts"....I can't stop

Bryan in Crewe,England

Richie (Dana) said...

Can I please have another....


Ha ha Mr. Visible...some really classic stuff this time.

Do these folks really suck this bad or is it just me?
If not for you, I just might be a little upset and discouraged with this mind-numbing stupidity.

Merry Christmas and have a great day.


gurnygob said...

Les if you could sum up this post in one or two sentences, what would you say it’s about? I think I get most of it, but being a little slow and stupid I find myself struggling to comprehend other bits.


Richie (Dana) said...

I can do that for you.


Anonymous said...

you had me at Michelle Bachmann Turner Overdrive, my friend.


Visible said...

Gurny Gob, you're a Brit so that pretty much automatically means you are/// whoa Nellie, just kidding. Brits are about as bright as it gets, in both directions fortunately and unfortunately. Lucky for them, the Germans are even smarter but lack the wit. You're probably just an exception (kidding again!).

First off, most of the examples and such are American and you wouldn't be familiar with them so much as one is who is an American and even then, you'd have to be a pretty sharp knife in the drawer; one of those Japanese kinds of knives that I use because nothing else is as sharp. Most people won't get all the allusions and multiple entendres. I only get them because I came up with them; if that makes any sense and I'm still punch drunk from being knocked about last night by people who know way more than I do about a lot of things; historically speaking.

You are also in a bit of a bubble, seeking to comprehend what I was doing here, when you are pretty tradition bound. In a way that is not a bad thing. Your heart is in the right place. You need to be a little more worldly, like me. to get the intent. Don't feel; bad about it. This is not your kind of thing but it will come back to that in the next post, I promise.

This is like Lenny Bruce and Monty Python having sex. You know about Monty Python but less about Bruce and you are probably not a voyeur and I am. I am also, given my vocation, one who absorbs and retains all kinds of shit which I wish I didn't but it comes with the job description.

Be glad you are who you are and you don't get most of it. That is a kind of compliment. You could search engine every reference and get an idea. Let's just say I don't care for people who pretend to represent the spirit of Christmas with the spirit of what profanes it and who at the same time try to keep one from proclaiming it when their singular motive is to profit from it. That you already know and that, in essence, is all there is to it. Keep in mind, I have my flaws too but they are not the same flaws and generally ...the only person I injure is myself.

Annsie said...

Happy Christmas Les, Thanks for this post it really had me breaking my arse laughing...I needed that!!Such a way with words, I salute you...

Visible said...

If you already read the post, I had to make some changes; just pointing it out.

Modern Day Metal Making Alchemist at Work said...

You are so fucked up Dude! Another killer gramy title.

Merry Merry Christmas.


Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Where's Mister Mxyzptlk?

Or is it kltpzyxM?

Do we need him or not?
I forget.

spiller23 said...

Thanks for the giggles.

The way Christmas is performed these days just leaves a bad taste in the mouth. It's amazing how things have accelerated towards the absurd in recent years. It’s like we live in a global lunatic asylum. The whole pantomime is unrecognisable from my childhood and I've barely made 28 laps of the sun. Or has it always been this way and I just couldn’t see it back then?

Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

Peace and love to you all.


Modern Day Metal Making Alchemist at Work said...

Judge Viz:

Also note you outed as a Rosi.... lot of furnace metal messin stoners in that crowd. Germain to name a few.


Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas Les and All
You make everyday merry & bright

Anonymous said...

Les --

Shiver me timbers, that was sum funny poop about Santa's fudge-packers... helping the way for Santa to cum down yer chimney and leave a dump from Wal-Mart...

Christ Mass and Jezueus am ok by me as all he was doing was trying to shine a light in a very dark place...

Merry Christmas, ya'll. May Christ and Krishna and all the other good guys light your way out of the darkness...


skiner -- There are many ways to skiner the sinnerz...

Anonymous said...

Which tree do poets like the most?

Correct, the poet tree.


Why do Cowboys write poetry?

Because they’re inspired by the moos.


Why didn’t the angry farmer divorce his wife when she traded their prize milking cow for a book of poetry?

Because he vowed to love her for butter or verse.


What did the poet say to Luke

“Metaphors be with you.”


Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson went on a camping trip. After a good meal and a bottle of wine they were exhausted and went to sleep.
Some hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faithful friend. "Watson,look up at the sky and tell me what you see."

Watson replied, "I see millions and millions of stars."

"What does that tell you?"

Watson pondered for a minute. "Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I can see that The lord is all powerful and that we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, I supect that we will have, a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?"

Holmes was silent for a minute, then spoke. "Watson, you idiot, Someone has stolen our tent!"

more at:

Richie (Dana) said...

Today's Origami condensed into 7 words.

Jesus is forever, and they are not.

One word.


I could be making some enemies here...

Visible said...

heh heh. I'm looking forward to the new Holmes film.

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas cousinles. And a happy Occuponikkah to any deicides in the audience. I love Jesus. Whether Christ, Buddha, Ce Acatl, and Krisna are one God manifested in many men - or many men awakened to the same God is irrelevant. You said it best, this is a time of reciprocity. Reciprocity is the heart of all teachings. To complete the circle, or be on the square, or tame the nafs as it is called. Let the Smoking Mirror of the subconscious be wiped clean with the clarity of our sweat and tears. It is not only evil who are capable of sacrifing to amazing ends.

abe in ela

Anonymous said...

Rosicrucian? How shocking (not)...

Anaughty Mouser said...

Thanks for the alternative comedic stream of consciousness.

Merry Christmas,


- On the day of atonement we will each judge ourselves before God with a yardstick of absolute transparent truth.

WV: clizered
The carnal joining of a zio newworldorderer with a small cold blooded quadraped.

siamkatt said...


Visible said...

Well said Abe and hello Glenn.

As for Rosy Crucifictions, yes or no; know the thing itself, not something you read. Nothing beats first hand experience... nothing. Please do not comment on anything you haven't been face to face with. One might be very surprised about how many of their perceptions are formed by hearsay. If something is real, you have only to go into the wild and call it, or speak it under your breath in the marketplace. It will come if it is and it will find you where you are. I speak from direct experience. I don't care what you call it. This is Christmas and that happens to be the predominate in this wedge. I could mention some others but they would be niche.

All these forms are passing in their present aspect except their womb sources. Yeah, I could be wrong but I'm not. I'm wrong here and there about this or that, given that I define from a POV but as for how this plays out, not likely, guaranteed to piss someone off but it's why you don't get invited to births or weddings. They're glad to have you at a funeral though.

Anonymous said...

Les, your drinks make me feel funny inside, thanks sir.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! from Minnesota

WV: thell What thell??

Anonymous said...

There. You gone and done it again, Les. Melli Kalikimaka, or however they spell it out in the islands. Last night saw me at a friend's for dinner and movie. He's got a bunch of the latter on hand and let me make a selection from a shortish list. My choice was 'Gonzo', the biopic on Hunter S. Thompson. Today's drinks on the club outgonzoed Thompson himself. No kidding. More wordplay at the Apocalypse Club than swordplay in Dumas' masterpiece. This one moves you up to the top of the scrotum pole Gonzocracy.

Saturday brings me to the 92nd Birthday party of my aunt Mary Christine. So it does run in the family for crisesakes. Two of her three kids are Virgins to boot.Very whitebread branch of the clan. Most of the food they eat is white, or a close approximation. You honestly could eat off the floors at that place. Only a few miles from my home, but they live on the edge of the prairie while i'm back in the woods. Aunt Mary's daughter lives in a mid-sized city about a hundred miles west. Cuz is a true believer in the conspiracy theory of 19 Arabs with boxcutters but is not so sure about the sugarplum fairies. She gets her noose off the boobtoob.

Seems like the whole shebang right now is in this state of suspenders animated awaiting the snap from center and looking to getting their kicks from floor to ceiling coverage with built in hydromatic hypoteneuses and larded with escalator clauses in the big box stores all stocked up with plastique presents presently being unraptured by Gloria Glitters and the Moremaniacal Tabernacle two for one sale of Chinese production owned by offshored American corporations with most of the now electronic paper held by a trifecta centering on Wall Street, Tel Aviv and City of London. They got most of the gold too, except for that worn by the merry wives of India. Do they still wear it for Suttee?

Starring to the east of me a hundred miles or so is the Mesabi Iron Range, home once to Bob Dylan and the late Geno Paulucci. Irony abounds in this season where the BigBox retailers, many of them owned by the Tribe, as were the major department stores of the prior era; getting their big money boost for the year by peddling consumer crap for those who call themselves Christians to please their enrapt offspring and assorted inlaws, outlaws and bylaws.

"I don't care if it rains or freezes long as i got my plastic Jesus on the dashboard of my car" First time i heard those lines was via a Jewish jugband at Washingstein University in St. Louis, west of the Gateway Arch designed by a Finnlander celebrating the Louisiana Purchase Exhibition and the home city of Bud Blight, McDonnell-Douglas and Monsanto.
Just about betcha that any major false-flag cum 911 incident in the not too distant future aimed at Syria and Iran will not come down on the hometown of Yogi Berra and William S. Burroughs.

We got what they call an Open Winter up here in the Minnesota Northwoods. No snow on the ground and looking like Bing Crosby's signature "White Christmas" is more likely to happen down around Albuquerque than here in the Great White North. Topsy turvy times tikes. Only 368 shopping days remain till the fat Mayan lady sings.

Merry Christmas, All. -stickman

Terrance said...

Great post LV .... on a personnel note, many moons ago, my father in law and I were on the first tee and Oral Roberts walks up to play golf behind us. Frank turns and yells , hey Oral how's the religion business?...He smiled and waved!... an unforgettable moment!..Merry Apocolypse!

Visible said...

Jesus Christ, stickman, I could only get through three quarters of that before I had to reply. Why are the best and brightest of us shipwreckeked on something no sane person would call an island?

Anonymous said...

"Senator Carl Levin, is the SOLE-SPONSOR of the National Defense Authorization Act, of which Section 1031 authorizes the US military to imprison US citizens for life without any recourse to legal defense.

Do Americans realize (or even care in their state of oblivion) that all of the influential Senate and House Committee seats are chaired by Jews who sponsor outrageous Bills such as the NDAA?"

One move away from thermonuclear war. 7.2 billion to 500 million in a few days.

If all the 'leaders' suddenly dissappear (underground) simultaneously get ready for your Hiroshima moment.

That can be Zato attacking Syria - domino effect: israel/ZATO - Syria - Iran - Russia - China...WW3.

Alpha Silex said...

"Benny Hinn, who is the Benny Hill of Banana Republic Safari Suit Jesusland, is going to wash his nuts in the ballwasher at the seventeenth tee and make a hole in one for the lord, unless Sandusky gets there first."

That was really awesome and I had NO idea that Johnny Holmes is coming out with another movie soon!

Visible said...

if any reader cares, word for word, film wise as a person, with a personal history; in the film "Pure Country". my life is expressed and lived to this moment by every moment in the film and is still lived to this moment today. I mean, if you really wish to see where I am coming from.

Anonymous said...

So...what do we REALLY have going on here...well, let's break it all down...we're talkin' "Les Visible" what we're really talking about is "arcanum arcanorum" (which means "secret of secrets", which is Latin/Masonic lingo for the invisible secret society within the Freemasons), which means Brother Les is a member of the Craft, and since he made a reference to Manly P. Hall (32nd Degree Mason) in a post not too long ago, I started firming up my previously held suspicions, right then and there, that Good Ole Les was indeed a "Fellow Traveler" (aka a Freemason), and now that he openly states in this very post that he is indeed a Rosicrucian (a secret society whose symbols are held in high esteem by the Masons, and indelibly woven into their own symbology)...well...I think I have put two and two together here, and come up with the requisite four.

I think Perry "Mason" could have done the same thing...but, being a Mason, Perry is a bit on the expensive side, so, being a non-Mason (whose male forebears were all Masons and/or Templars), I just did the work for you for nothing - pro bono. (As for Les's writings, well, you might ask yourself, "Cui bono?"...but now you have the answer to that particular question, don't you.)

Alpha Silex said...

While you're out there in Pure Country, try and make a point to visit Enchanted Rock, near Llano, Texas. Amazing, amazing, amazing place. Saw an incredible and scientifically unexpected meteor shower from the top, when I broke away from the group to get a little time to myself. You could actually hear them. Play nice with the Indian spirits while you're there, Cowboy. They're your friends too. :)

Alpha Silex said...

For whose profit or benefit? I dunno, maybe the Prophets. I'm certain Vis could answer that one much better.

Anonymous said...

Les --

I may be your typical numb-nuts -- but weren't the Masons founded in 1717 and weren't the Rosicrucians the Jacobites who got run out of the country by their self-same esteemed brethren?


Lee said...

Thank you for the much needed laughter. *sigh* Oral and Anal, that is priceless.

Here is a bit of humor I thought about. Please do not be offended. *cough*

A retarded man comes home to his retarded wife and asks, "What's for dinner?". The wife replies, "meat and potatos". The man asks, "Where are the vegetables?". The wife replies, "Oh, the're still in school".

Merry Christmas..

P.S. What does it mean to be "Anally Retentive"?

Anonymous said...

To anonymous 10:17pm - Refer to Visible's comment above at 7:06pm

And sign your name next time.


Anonymous said...

"if christ was crucified twenty years ago, we'd be wearing electric chairs as pendants around our necks". lenny bruce

Anaughty Mouser said...

Anon 10:17;

Listen troll: I have spent four separate visits living as a guest with Les, his wife Susanne and their dogs - he may be many things but a Mason, or any other secret society member, he is not.


Anonymous said...

Les --

Shiver me timers, maties, I feel another history lesson coming on... Let's just imagine an idyllic country with Shakespeare, etc. Why would anyone hate that? Well, is it because they wouldn't allow the Cult of Aries and their funny money butt boys in for a couple of hundred years?

Then imagine that something is rotten in Denmark. What is rotten? The banker boys and their death cult would be the answer. Then imagine Satan's foot soldiers fronting some fag named Cromwell to take over. Then imagine the first thing him doing is allowing Satan's butt boys back in the country...

Then imagine them taking over a mystical society and turning it into a corrupted Lodge that forced the true initiates into becoming Invisible. Then imagine the butt ass-fucking the country, so to speak... What do you get as a result?

The world of Scrooge -- that's what, run by a Hanoverian death cult with a King named George who literally couldn't even speak English.

What do the good guys do? They flee to America and start a revolution against self-same butt boys...

Then the butt boys come over here en masse and they weasel back in power by overthrowing the government and taking over the money supply.

What is America left with?



Anonymous said...

-Stickman Sez

Shipwrecked, Vis? Found a ship-rock one evening a few miles south of the homestead (not even close to Navajo and Hopi country). Twas a piece of rock of a metamorphic nature shaped like one of those old 3-master sailing ships. Still got it, gathering dust on a shelf just above my centralized wood-burning heating stove.

No man is an island, the poet would have it, though the keys to that conundrum are probably noplace close to Florida. Does any other state on the planet look like a waning dick dripping some conglomeration of candlewax, sputum and clap, clap, clap for your heroes roasting on the gridiron with dancing Dominicans foreshadowing the Dancing Israelis of 911 notoriety? Italy is plumb ready to boot Florida outta the Peninsular War, even though Wellington's gold was said to originate with the Rothschild clan themselves.

Now, Les. you are more or less being accused of high Masonic colonics by an anonymous poster. Got a poster at home of the first, original Renaissance Pleasure Faire as sponsored by KPFK Radio. Dated 1965. Does that make me a renaissance man or just another level of consumer? Hell, i paid a silver half dollar for that remaindered poster at Jon Herb's poster shoppe at Fifth and Cedar, heart of the West Bank proto-hippie community during the Minneapolis version of the Summer of Love back in '67. Spose some highpower poster collector is drooling over the rumor right now. Should i sell out? After all, it's just a piece of paper. Maybe for a full assortment of mint condition Franklin Halves ~ though i'm more partial to Standing Liberty halves myself.

Made me wonder, back in the day, when they took Lady Liberty off all American coinage and replaced her with dead presidents and such. Ever check out that Eisenhower 'dollar' coin? Peanut head for sure. No definition of character to the portrait. Wasn't so long after the nasty ol' drag quean J. Edna Hoover, along with Daddy WarBush and a cast of characters outta the jury from 'Daniel Webster and the Devil' put the do on JFK down by the grassy knoll in Dallas. Seems Kennedy had the effrontry to issue a Presidential order to print up a bunch of $2 United States notes in contravention of the backroom deal Wilson had made in 1913 to turn U.$. moneymaking over to the boys who set up the 'Federal' Reserve without even hyding their little conclave on Jekyll Island.

Upshot of the bullets on Dealey Plaza was that LBJ halted all silver coinage in '65 (same year as my poster) except for that memorial 50 cent wrap of Kennedy's ambitions for returning power over the money system to our elected representatives. Was only a few years down the line that the silver content of those JFK halves was reduced to 40% from 90% and then a bit later were turned into copper core slugs
like the rest of our funny money and where the hell do you find a half dollar today? Down the memory hole with other honest injun elements of American culture.

Les, if you are a Mason you could profit a whole lot more with your music and all than the rest of us happen to do by reading your wordbirds. Masonic grease, baby! It will be proof positive that you are a Mason if i happen to be elected as the next Pope, even though the closest element to catholicity in this household is when Miss Mama Twinkletoes performs catlick mass on my hair or beard. Personally, i'd be disqualified from Masonic membership as my feeling when working with rocks is not to attempt to bust them or cut them as each one of em is enspirited and enjoys its own individual integrity.

Anybody ready for the Fifth Dimension? Seems i see a little Water Bearer, just over there on the near horizon. Also see a host of batwings fluttering off in the opposite direction.

gurnygob said...

Thanks for that Les, just one thing. I have been called some bad names in my time, but never a “brit”
I am Irish. It’s not my fault they took my country. We fought them but they said we must Endeavor to persevere. We thought about it for a long time, "Endeavor to persevere." And when we had thought about it long enough, we declared war on the Union-Jack. Some of us wanted surrendered but I didn't surrender, but they took my horse and made him surrender. They have him pulling a wagon up in the auld lammas fair up in Ballycastle I bet. (grin)

May you all have a very spiritual and happy Christmas.

gurnygob. Belfast, Ireland.

Anonymous said...

Merry Christ Mass +


'Merry Christmas' as they say in secular Judaized world

Anonymous said...

The one thing that i remember the most clearly over the past 39-40 years of my school days at Brandeis University in1970's are my student adviser's words that when he was growing up that his grand parents and parents used the term "‘goyishe kup,’" meaning that the "Non-Jews are Stupid"

Later in life I learned that the exact translation of "GOYISHE KUP" means that the "Cattle are STUPID"..

I remember him recalling whatt his father told him when he was growing up in Eastern Europe. One of them being that when his father was in high school he and a group of friends would skip school early on Fridays and go over to his friend's father's butcher shop. That they would buy at cost any cows , goats or sheep that had not been butchered by the end of the day on Friday before the begining of shabat . They would take the cow home and wash it and then the boys would procede to "beat the udders of the cows so that they would swell up and turn pink" so as to sell them to the "GOYISHE KUP" as milk producing cows.

The part that I remember him asking me if the East Europeans are so naive, so gullible and so stupid to buy old "non milk producing cows" from a bunch of young Jewish Boys.

So thinking of it now I agree with the Jewish saying that the "GOYISHE KUP" are indeed" Stupid" as they believe that a Bunch of Arab Moslem Kids who were not able to Fly a Cessna Airplane took it upon themselves to FLY a Jumbo 747 and outwitted the US Militaryand Civilian authorities. The the Jewish Lightning Insurance Scam is still alive and well and been put to good use in putting 15 million down and comming out with 7 billion dollars for buidings that no one wanted to buy because it would have cost a billion dollars to remove the asbestos from. yeh I agree that the Non-Jews are indeed "GOYISHE KUP" or "STUPID CATTLE"!

Kevenj said...

Free Drinks on the house? Where? You never said. Oh, wait you did.
In the spirit of the season and Kali- I am nominating Cathula/Dagon for 2012 US PE.

Merry Christmas Les & Susan!

Anonymous said...

Hey Les: as always, witty and on point. As a perfecting rosicrucian myself, glad to hear that you're one..that path called me years ago, I ran, now I'm back for good. Merry Christmas man..may light vanquish the darkness..

missingarib said...

Vis,all the time I'm reading and enjoying drinks on the house a soft down by the lazy river is wafting from Robbie Robertsons direction
Somewhere down the crazy river

Wait, did you hear that
Oh this is sure stirring up some ghosts for me
She said "There's one thing you've got to learn
Is not to be afraid of it."
I said "No, I like it, I like it, it's good."
She said "You like it now
But you'll learn to love it later."

I been spellbound - falling in trances
I been spellbound - falling in trances
You give me shivers - chills and fever
I been spellbound - somewhere down the crazy river

Douay-Rheims Bible
Glory to God in the highest; and on earth peace to men of good will.

love and peace to you vis

Thomas said...

A Merry Christmas to everyone and may God Bless Us All

onething said...

Pure Country/Honeysuckle Rose?

Anonymous said...

Good stuff.
I say "Merry Christmas" just to piss off "politically correct" asswipes.
I'm not a Christian, some test I took online says I'm a Buddhist, lol.
I am a self proclaimed Nordic pagan.
But, nonetheless, as always, good stuff.

Anonymous said...

great Christmas post, thanks Les! Happy Holidays for whats its worth... anything that spreads honest "good cheer" is a welcome necessity in our society
Eat Drink and Be Merry!

steamboat willie said...

mr visible...were nancy spungen and raskalnikov
shacked up...why are those old blue ribbon car
tunes so violent..yet just like today's video games
these characters get blasted with a full clip and
then reset and bounce right up..sooner or later the concept of human frailty gets lost and then ..presto change-o you got deadly dimwits snapping to ten-shun pepper spraying the elves
at macy's and that's just bad business...
great post visible...and i just knew nancy and
rasputin would hook up in there somewhere..
also a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS to one and all...
got light ?

MachtNichts said...

Thanks for a great many laughs, Vis. Had to do a lot of googling though.

Alpha Silex, you son of a gun, I just like your stage name and was playing around, no offense.

As for Sandusky, I hope he is going to join the ranks of the exposed for good.

Peace, Silvia

Kray Z8 said...

Canis Sardonicus Maximus!

I'd rather have VO than rum in my fruitcake any day; after all it's been distilling for eons.

A rollicking romp through modern materialism as Brother Visible slices and dices the corrupted corporate construct called cri$$ma$. Hey, don't step on that steaming Yule Log! Uhh... never mind. Have some Prozac punch, then get back out there and SHOP. Remember the $pirit of the $eason, but don't ever mention Jxxxx (you know who!).

Ever wonder why we need offical permission and a special date in order to practice 'Peace on Earth' and 'Goodwill toward All'? Would we run out if we did it every day of the year? Just sayin'.

All I want for Christmas is a constitutional republic, but it's looking pretty empty under the tree on that one. Guess I'll just have to settle for SECURITY. There'll probably be a LOT of people secured in the coming months.

Les, no one blasts the maya from the mirror quite like you do. This week's blogs have been excellent. A nice mix of clarity, guidance and humor. Pray, Carry On! MERRY CHRISTMAS

Friends, as always your insights are informative and entertaining. You are all great company for the holidays. HAPPY SOLSTICE

Peace, Love, Endurance,


Visible said...

Man! What great comments greet me today Thank you one and all. Stickman, for some reason you remind me of Edward Abbey (That's a high compliment). You really ought to write a novel and I suspect we might publish it if no one else will. Kray is a surprise too. Several of you hit me where I live. If I weren't in a bit of a hurry to get this done I would mention the rest of you (grin)

RJ, my apologies for saying this but sometimes you frustrate me. Please do a little reading about The Rosy Cross people. Edward Waite has a good book about them and I have it. Email me and I'll send it to you. It has to be an account that will take several megabytes of attachment. Hehe heh, that's a funny sentence. Seriously, I wish you would read about things sometimes in advance (grin).

Onething; I love Honeysuckle Rose too. I believe I'll go put it on while I write today's Smoking Mirrors. I often have a movie running while I write. I've seen some great ones this year; Page 8, Margin Call and a few others. Two great character driven works.

I love Willie Nelson and it has been one of the great disappointments of my life that I haven't been able to get some of the tunes I wrote for him to him. I hung around Maui a lot longer than I might have because of the chance of that happening and I can't tell you how many times I was sure it would happen.

One of his best friends heard the song Patterns. Bud the Birdman brought it to him. Poppy was his name. He said to Bud, "I cringe when people bring me songs to give to Willie but I can tell you this was a real pleasure. That is a beautiful song and Willie is going to love it. It's right up his alley. I will definitely get this to him as soon as he gets back in town. A few days later Poppy died. I was going around thinking, "thank you God! Willie may do one of my songs". I was on top of the world and it was a rough period in my life too. There were numerous events like this. No one else died though. But that is not the first person who died right before something major was about to happen.

It's sad to me that that hasn't happened. Willie is a perfect fit for some of my tunes. Someone gave his road manager one of my CD's a couple of yeas ago. He probably tossed it in a bin. Well, some things aren't meant to happen. George Benson was someone I used to hang out with on occasion. He loved my tunes and said he would do one. Then he came back and said his manager had first refusal on whatever he did and didn't want him to do the song. Once he slipped me a hundred, so as not to have his manager see it. I was in his dressing room in Philly before a show drinking Dom Perignon with him. Memories.

Visible said...

A small item of note. I notice a lot of you are calling me Les. No one has called me that in years except at the blogs. People call me Vis or Visible. It's not something I insist upon or initiated. It just sort of happened and then I went along with it. Anyway...

I wanted to say something about Christmas Spirit. It's okay to occasionally be a Christian. My invisible friend has been filling me with it and I believe it is so I can tell you about it. It's real thing. It is in the air as a collective presence generated out of the 'sincere' love and giving of the populace and you can tune into it. It is composed of those feelings that are an expression of the teachings; just thought I would mention it.

Smyrna said...

Have you been into those festive season Fly Agarics already, LV? (can I call you LV?)

I read a Rosicrucian publication some years back called 'The Mystical Life of Jesus'.
I had no problem with it. The standard 'Christian' religions walking around with a Jewish bible and a New Testament with most of the important bits edited out, would call them Heretics; but that's OK because they KNOW 7/8ths of F**k all.
It's Jesus the Nazarene vs. Jesus of Nazareth, a town that never existed until it was necessary to hide the truth, and create a myth. site has a good catalogue of scripture and reading material if anyone's interested in that path at the moment. Cheers and happy Summer/Winter Solstice/Christmas.

Visible said...

Sure you can call me El V. Some people do call me Vee but there aren't really any e's in it.

Smyrna said...

El Vee would be a suitable moniker when in Mexico.

Anonymous said...

somepeople take there eyes of the ball so the failed ashkenazi with the dodgy hat added 12 days to the callender in 1753 ;was watching a good video last night on you tube the truth expossed at 1 hour 25 its long but well worth it to all truth seekers goyishe kup lv do a bit on that 1 for me bud have a good 1 for me les as i dont bother getting out of bed on the 25th less hassle

Anonymous said...

goyishe kup.. try you tube the truth exposed 1 hr 25 www. watch that 1 lv

Anonymous said...

What do you call two gay guys named Bob?

Oral Roberts !

Funny stuff, if it werent so close to what we have in reality Visible.

Over and out.....Jimmy

Visible said...

"I don't bother getting out of bed on the 25th". heh heh. Uh huh.

Alpha Silex said...

None taken at all, Silvia. Same back at you and thank you. Dimensional shifts, severe lack of sleep and Milky Way collisional rifts, make Alpha a dull boy at times. It's all good. Wait, stage? What stage?! Sandusky has been forever exposed, for helping "the Beaver" pick up his soap bar in the shower. Uhhhhh, it was just a faloofah. Settle down, Beavis.

Anonymous said...

I thought comrade sobama was the messiah? -The Smartass Punk-

the bourgeosie is dangerous! said...

Smoke a big yuletide log of the Purple Kush. Don't worry about the future there isn't going to be one. The next messiah to save our vaunted way of life will be an even more epic failure than the last one. Strolling down the golden aisles of Pinko Mart I found a flag (made in China) it was on sale but sure to go up after the Iran attack. We gotta take out those towel head camel jockeys so our bankers can get in there. GOP? Commiecrats? Both about as worthless as a big chunk of dog shit on your shoe.

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas to all, too.

I've always liked the Cheezut's of the Byebull... the original anti-semite... he had some real wisdom, methinks. I suppose I can aspire to be as nice as he, but I think he would get a bit p1ssed at how his (so called) birthday has been co-opted by the merchants, the goats, vampires, and their underling tagg-alongs.

Cheezuts seemed to call it foolishness when folks followed him, that is, looked to him as the 'shining one'. Few get it, it seems. And if it isn't Cheezuts as the shining one, then it's some other bloke who trolls for the business.

My wife, who is a devout Mormon as well as devout to the religion of Amway, tells me that there is nothing in the Byebull that condemns rich people. Pretty funny, sez I, but she doesn't laugh... rather feels sorry that I 'don't get it'. She increases in being p1ssed at me proportionate to my laughter. That, of course, raises the mirth higher yet.

Life is wonderful. (c;

Merry Christmas to you, Les Visible. And to all 'good night!' (c;


Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up-

Dancing Dandelion Dreamsicles and Komodo Dragons.

tmcfall said...

"if any reader cares, word for word, film wise as a person, with a personal history; in the film "Pure Country". my life is expressed and lived to this moment by every moment in the film and is still lived to this moment today. I mean, if you really wish to see where I am coming from."
So that would be many many moments with Leslie Ann Warren!!!!!
Tom in Tempe Arizona

Visible said...

No more than appeared in the film. You are projecting beyond what I explicitly stated which brings your motives into question. Why couldn't you just enjoy the film? That was the only reason I mentioned it. Fuck my life, no, wait, I already have.

Anonymous said...

@Anonymous up there, Vis or anyone else who could possibly answer my question-does anyone know if Obama has signed the detention act bill yet? It is driving me crazy that I can not find out anywhere,I've asked on other sites and I just get ignored. This bill is making me cry and also if anyone could tell me what the hell they are going to consider a "terrorist". I am hearing members of the Humane Society are considered terrorists because they support animal rights. Is this fucking true? Someone. Please....(oh how fucking weird-my word verification is ghool..)

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas from Lebanon--the one in the middle east. Our neighbors don't like it but our Muslim partners in this very special country are just fine with it. They also revere "Issa" as they call Christ and also his VirginMother has a special place in their Koran. We too (unfortunately) are witnessing the crass commercial side of this time but if I stay at home (out of the traffic) I don't have to look at all the false lights decorating the neighborhood, and my children are mostly of my opinion. I stay at home and enjoy the true and inner light. Hope everyone finds his road to the light--I've found mine here where

wv: defiess--yes I am a fevent defiess

PSO said...

Happily remembrance of the crossing of the worlds Les. 'merry Christmas'

A Hop, skip, jump- and inner momentum away.


Anonymous said...


So, so-and-so’s an Rc!
What’s that mean to me?
Sow the wind…reap the whirlwind!

Pax y'all...respect, and each to his own!

pax verbum
Big on Faith, small on religion

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish-

Bobbing for Road Apples on Constitution Ave.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

It's that time of the year.
A very good time of the year.


Stranger in a Strange Land said...

And Merry Christmas to you Les.

And a Bright & Peaceful New Year 2012.

Did I do wrong? Are New Year Greetings in the danger zone now. (;

Best wishes,

Alpha Silex said...


I've always believed this to be true, about Jesus' travels to India. Excellent read and thank you.


wv: noingi
Me no speaka noingi.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Vedic Roots of the Partridge in a Pear Tree



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