"Uncle Happy", ...da First.

My Presidential Limo for trips to the "Jesusland" parts of the Republic. ...this if I run in 2020.When I'm of course elected I'll do away with all this Democracy mayhem, and declare myself Emperor.

"Emperor Uncle Happy",...da 1st.

My plan is "Bernie" on Steroids or if you will Crack, and Whiskey. Everybody will at once have their unjust debts absolved. Any businesses or Corporate entities that drags their feet will be nationalized their CEO's beheaded on the "Today Show".

Okay no Death Penalty.

We'll just put them in a stall on Coney Island to have folks throw pies at them. Five cents a throw so everyone can have a shot. Free shots for Vets Seniors, and Students.

National Heath rebuilding the infrastructure the "Pursuit of Happiness all that humane jazz will be forthwith declared. That, and a bunch of other stuff. All paid for with the insanely vast wealth now bottled up with all the usual crime, and evil currently running things.

Also no more gigantic aircraft carriers at a 100 billion bucks a pop that can be sunk by a salvo of anti-ship missiles which cost 50k each tops...it's just reasonable economics.

The age of great surface navies is over.

Has been for decades, but the corruption of the Navy Department with the large ship builders put the Ka-Bosh on this reality. If gawd forbid we have a for real war...that is one with people that can shoot back. We'd lose the whole damned navy in ten minutes!

I'm thinking of throwing that Admiral bunch to the Sharks.

The Submarine is now the Queen of the Seas. Btw I'm naming my old friend Tom Wisker of radio fame as Head of the Joint Chiefs.

He'll know what to do.

I'll take care of the rest...I mean what with being the beloved "Uncle", and all. Oh yeah everybody gets a six weeks vacation at government expense as well as free education K-through Post Grad. Once shit is cooking along pretty good I'll retire to tending my electric train sets, and doll collection.

I'm asking Michelle Obama to be head of the new Department of the Pursuit of Happiness. Bernie Sanders head of Infrastructure Renewal Tom Hanks FCC boss my sister Sylvia head of the new Department of Extended Education...everybody gets at least a Masters in this country!. 

Neil de Grasse Tyson head of NASA in the new Department of Planetary Explorations. I'm looking for heads of the new Department of Cuisine Arts, Dept. of Interesting Parks, and Beaches, A general Department of Help, and Guidance. A National Institute of Encouraging Genius. Also I'll tell the masses who did the Kennedy hits, and what all that UFO stuff is really all about. 

More neat stuff as it occurs to me during my Glorious Reign.

Bottom line...nobody is every hungry uneducated homeless bored lost fucked over despairing sick oppressed or forced to be in the damned Army because there ain't nothing else...no more stupid wars of choice either.

Somebody fucks us over we send 1000 B-52's to carpet bomb their damned country with seeds medical stuff books laptops food water detoxifiers a copy of our constitution, boxed sets of Star Trek Sherlock the Simpsons, and Family Guy in their languishes, and assorted dialects. all that, and other neat shit till they calm down, and play nice.

I think I'll wear some sort of fez maybe a turban or Perhaps Mickey Mouse ears...this to remind me to be humble, and all that Saint Francis jazz. Maybe some pointed shoes...ya know the kind that curl up at the tips.

Otherwise I'll mostly wear a simple Civil War officer's Cavalry jackets with jeans, and rebooks. ...and a Yankees cap. Like I sez this is just to start. Other shit will come to mind as I get more removed from the people corrupt decadent, and a general asshole Then I'll be over thrown, but what a ride!

Stay Tuned.

"Bright Burning"

My episodes of horror at the recent festivities have subsided. I'm now looking at this with the tools I have. Namely Science, and Art. From that view this is just the latest emotional convulsion between Light, and Dark that every society cyclically goes through.

Sometimes for good reason.

This is yet another tremor in our innate rebellion against rationality, that is civilization. As you know the bones in our feet are still now adjusting to our walking upright. So too our consciousness continues to rewire itself for self awareness.

What we think of as the disasters of history are actually the species remaking itself into something better or at least more interesting. Of course there's going to be a certain amount of breakage.

Which is to say wars genocides bad TV, and the general despoiling of the planet. It's important to be aware that this is a long term, and rather messy project that had us once banging rocks together to now sending probes to beyond this system.

Thing is we're just folks. The whole joyful nutty swell sweaty lot of us. Think of it. All of us are bright burning systems of Evolution.

Wow!

I could say a bunch more, but it would just be static. This will do for now.

Stay Tuned.

"Another Day in the Life"

Well I'm cleaning my house. Keeping it pretty.

Acknowledging my aging body. How my flesh hangs on my bones in a different way now.

Thinking of finishing my book. I've dug up, and or downloaded the crap I've been writing over the past 10 years or so.

Also all the usual Sidney stuff. Being depressed, confused, and collecting dolls. Well I can't afford them "Barbie's" anymore so I'm just confused.

Ahh, but oh the sales!

I have no dough, but I 'must' spend! That about sums it up. My problem is I have all I need. I have the basics. A home. A nice comfy bed, a flat screen, a high speed connection. A space to write make art, and toys.

I'm good.

Thing is I see stuff I already have, but at half price, and I want to get 'em, several of 'em! Piles, and piles of useless home appliances.

Toasters, waffle irons, radios, TV's, dish sets, assorted wine racks,...and I don't drink. Pots, pans, fire place grills,. I don't have a fire place. All that, and garden furniture, I don't have a garden.

So you see my problem.

I like everyone else have been hypnotized by the culture of useless stuff. When I'm on the subway I read sales flyers for electronic junk I don't need actually don't want. I'll never use any of that noisy crap, but would buy six of each if I still had a credit card to max out.

It's perhaps good that I'm so poor now. My home is very Zen. There's so little in it, and I likes that just fine.

Happy Solstice.

Stay Tuned.

"Day in the Life"

"Yet Another day in the Life",...and not as Nice!

"Merry Fuckmas!" Dear Comrades at this festive time of year I feel nothing, but the most extreme, and profound Hatred for my fellow stupid ignorant selfish Bi-peds...the Human ones especially.

"If I had my way I'd shove a stake Holly into everyone with Merry Christmas on their lips, and boil them in their own pudding."

I paraphrase dear Saint Scrooge above.

I just had a series of dreams of the most awful, and terrifying sort. All based on our culture's years long love of Zombies, and Invading Space Aliens. There's internal payback for that sick shit.

I leave the details to your imaginations since you're involved in that static too. Thing is it's all mixed with my hatred for this Festive Season which is g-dless soulless, and driven by the culture of fucking you out of as much cash as possible for crap you don't want, and presents for people you really don't like.

Top it off with the fact that we just elected a Resident put in office by the Russian government the connivance of the news media, and millions upon million of just regular folks, and their Klan, and Nazi relatives.

Btw 30% of Hispanics voted for this Fuck Face.

The Bleeping Stockholm Syndrome writ large. This proves if anymore evidence were needed that the Masses deserve everything that happens to them. Fucking Nazi morons.

Wish I were bleeping filthy rich I'd fire my staff on Christmas eve just to show them who's really running things. I think I'd make a really good evil plutocrat.

Yeah that's a persona that I could sink my teeth into!

Like that evil Walton.. "We own Walmart, and deliberately paybelow a living wage because we can,...hahahahahah!'...family the richest in this benighted Failing State.

Yeah I could do that. If any feelings of kindness or compassion should occur to me. I'd just evict a few hundred people till such foolish notions passed. I believe the real rich do exactly this.

Where was I...right my evil other side...which we all have so shove your judgement up your ass.

Oh, but Kindly Uncle Sidney how could you?!

Fucking easy...look out your window most of you. Like what you see? Do you? If you do you're either fucking lucky as shit or rich. If you're upper middle class enjoy the view while you can because you're gonna lose it real soon.

...and 'You' know it.

Oh have I gone on about how Black people are committing mass suicide in the inner cities. Being a long time Negro I've seen this madness first hand. We don't need any fucking Klan or Nazi's to do the job.

We're excellent Self Executioners.

About 3000 so far in Chicago this year. More than the casualties in the first three years of the Vietnam War. More than in our last War.  This tells me that we are seriously fucked up insane stupid a mistake of nature, and assorted other shit that would get me called self-hating for telling the Evil Cruel Truth.

I didn't add in the number from the rest of the country...might be in the area of 8k to 10,000. Not counting the wounded, and traumatized.

Yeah, and the whole country takes this horror as normal.

Trump was the only public figure in many years to say anything about this btw. My old pal Hillary didn't say shit about...never has. He told us to support him...he'd try to fix this murderous nightmare. 

He said...

"What have you got to Lose." ...yeah Indeed.

He pointed out that all this evil mayhem, and cruel neglect happened on the Democratic Party's watch...year after year. Decade after decade. The Maniac made a point since a few million Black men voted for him.

With that seriously profound irony of this election cycle good night.

Oh, and let me know when da "Rebolution" comes as my commie pals say. I look forward to being on the Central Committee, and signing piles of Death Warrants. The more Entertaining the Fucking Better!!

"Hahahahahahahahahahohohohohohohohohohhohohohohohohoho!!!!

Stay Tuned.

December 7, 2016

"Day in the Life"

Well as daze go this was productive. I mean as compared to most others when I mostly cower under my kitchen sink. That or bricking up my windows against Nazi's breaking in, and taking my hidden Chocolate stash. 'Or I'm busy scribbling in crayon the details of that new religion I'm starting.

No today I did what I had to do.

I paid my rent mailed in my lease renewal so I'll have a place to live. Took care of my utility bills went to the supermarket, and gave a guy a few bucks so he could get something to eat. Which he did as I saw him go into the Chinese take out as opposed to the drug dealer across the street.

All the necessaries plus a good deed.

Now what? See this is the problem with life. Ya do your responsibilities then you have 95% of the rest of the day to fill up. At least if your retired anyway. One thing later is to measure myself for my new uniform. So I bought a tape measure. Got into this weird theological thing with the proprietor of the shop.

He laid all this Jehovah's Witness paperwork on me...always smile, and nod when this happens. I decided not to tell him about my new religion based on dope sex, and comic books.

Well he was a nice guy, and meant well...I also didn't tell'em I was Queer. Them "Witness" guys support death for fags, and such. Btw as I mentioned somewhere I'm always nice to the assorted religious nuts I bump into. I see them as all having the "Shine".

'Been touched by the Higher Realms, and all.

Sure they're going on about this Gawd or that maybe their dog told them shit who knows, but still they go touched, and went bleeping nuts. The more educated that get touched become theologians or deranged artists. Guys like Pollack Dali Ginsberg, and Walt Whitman.

I know I was "Touched".

Been seeing bleep in time, and space hearing stuff wild dreams alien abductions the whole deal. I remember I was maybe 8, and I was captured by the Sky. I was sitting on the ground in the school yard, and staring at the wonder of the late October sky...didn't notice all the kids had gone in.

Sister Jane had to come out, and get me. The principle thought I was disturbed, and told my Mom I might need help. Mom told her to bleep off, and quit beating me, and all the other kids so much.

So began my life as an "Urban Shaman"...sort of.

Those that used to listen to my radio programs know what I mean. Which is why I'm thinking of setting up a new, and mostly harmless religion. That or just doing a performance of my idea for a store-front temple.

"Uncle Sydney's First Church of Amazing Bewilderment"

The more I think about it the more I may do this thing. Oh yeah about being cool with all the religious nutters on the street.

There's a bunch of "Witness" folks stationed near the subway I use. I always smile, and nod...take their stuff when offered too. I'm sincere. Sure they'd burn me at the stake...so what. It's nice to be nice. I even asked them to pray for me when I was going nuts...more than usual a while back.

They did.

Wow how neat is that. Anyway later...did I mention this. Anyway with that tape measure I got from the "Witness" guy at his shop. I'm going to measure myself for me new uniform. Now I just wear the one I've used for the last 50 years or so...jeans t-shirt sneakers cap hoodie.

Basic working class/ student/ artist/ undercover-cop/ lay-about male 20th/21st century garb. Thanks to my sister making a Christmas present of it. Soon I'll be walking around as a mid-19th century U.S. Civil War grunt.

It's what I always wanted.

Anyway such is just another day in the life.

Stay tuned.

"Life, and Times"

These are from my notes written during my year of being "Houseless".

"Time passes strangely. A minute is a year a week a second."

"My previous life has become an echo of an echo."

"I wander the frontier of an unknown country".

I had once planned to do a one person play about my time of living outside. My Houseless year of near a decade ago. My going out into the streets alcoves, and parks.

However after I got back in. In a secure home behind my own door with my own key. I found I just wanted to forget it. All of it. Who would want to pay money, and sit through such a thing...I sure wouldn't. Not just then at least.

I needed time.

Just as survivors of war need time. In fact when my brother found out ,...I told no one what had happened. After hearing of my experiences my brother John a decorated soldier told me that I was a "Veteran" now.

In that I'd spent a year in constant danger of losing my life or sanity as he had.

Time.

This past decade has been more than interesting for me. So many great lessons learned. The Houseless year. The forced retirement from my career. My Great Famine of 2016. The loss of family, and so many friends.

Much lost, but so much more gained.

A play a book or just an essay.

I will soon do one of the above about my life, and times.

Stay tuned.

"Blankets"

Not too jolly this Xmas. Everything from the ongoing genocides in the world to the horrific election in this country to the various crimes against the people happening everywhere. From the ongoing acts of violence, and ugly intimidation by Trump supporters to the constant shooting of unarmed black men by the police.

Even the taking of blankets from the homeless by police in Denver in freezing temperatures.

Cruelty, and actual evil seems loose upon the whole world.

More so than usual.

At this point one usually reads some uplifting whooie about coming together or some such. Well that ain't gonna do it...not even close. The shit is just too big this time for that.

The last time it got even nearly this bad we called it World War Two. It took the armed might of half the world, and years of desperate fighting to stop the evil then.

This time,....you tell me. I'm dying to know.

Stay Tuned.

"Americans"

Americans are semi-educated superstitious delusional racist self-centered greedy spawn of Satan scumbags...mostly. They wouldn't share a glass of water with a person dying of thirst...especially if that person weren't white. May gawd curse them to their furthest generation, and may scorpions feast on their rotting carcasses.

(...yeah that's right Uncle Syd is disgusted fed up, and angry. You want to help me or anyone?! Tell your fucking homophobic misogynist racist relatives to stop voting for Nazi's....that might help.)

And another g-ddamned fucking thing. The rest of you fucking let's be nice to the Wogs progressives can go to fucking hell too! The usual suspects don't want or need your useless, oh so easy for you, your fucking good will. You can shove it up your ass along with your Nazi relatives.

I think this sums it all up.


Right.

              

                                                    "The People Have Spoken"

"Meth"

Okay this is just my weariness speaking so take it with a dash of meth.

However.....As an heir of the Ginsberg Whitman Burroughs portion of Queerdom. My tribe feels expelled vilified, and forgotten. Replaced as if we never were by assorted assimilated "Stroller Pushers", and the "Were just like you" generations.

( My children we are 'not' like them. Not remotely.)

I fear our "assimilated" brethren will now find that they're 'still' just "Faggots" after all. As those already assaulted, and bloodied on the streets now know.

I personally did fear this reality would come for some years. Just as the assimilated Jews of Germany or the assimilated Muslims of the former Yugoslavia found to their horror that they were not in fact safe...never were.

The forces that wanted their blood was just patiently waiting for their time to act.

G-d save the United States of America.

Stay Tuned.

"Time"

When the time for the round-up of Immigrants comes we have to be ready to protect them. Which means we need to plan how now. When it starts, and in some form it will. We need to have a plan in place.

In Europe good people mostly waited too long to save the Jews, and others marked to death.

We shouldn't wait for the expulsions to be underway before we act....I am not brave I am no activist. However I am a Queer. An American too...mostly. Also a comic book reading anarchist lay about senior citizen angel/fairy picture drawing "Dr. Who" fan.

Even with all that I know there needs to be a plan in place or our sisters, and bothers are fucked. That bastard Trump repeatedly made a promise to his hoards of drooling goat fuckers to grab up 11 million people.

How he plans to pull that off I can't imagine.

Anyway he better at least try to keep his promise. That or he's going to end up like that maniac Gaddafi. Basically chased into a sewer by a gang of booze, and methed up good 'ol boys who'll cut his nuts off paint him blue then crucify him on a 7-11 sign.

So given that entertaining Door #3 the evil fucker is for sure going to try.

So we need to be ready.

Peace.

"Praise Da Lawd"

An old comrade just suggest I do one of my Sermons.

Well if they'd let me onto a pulpit say in West Virginia. I'd preach..."What da Fuck is Wrong with you Idiots? That asshole ain't gonna re-open the damned mines...he can't. He can't get them plants back. China is for sure keeping them. Also you kidding he can't deport 12 million human beings...that's Nazi shit. Which you'd know if ya ever cracked a damned history book."

"You've been "HAD".. again!! ya Dummies!

Sure now you can say "NIgger" in public drive around scare'n Colored folks with them Stars, and Bars flags. However as you may have just noticed that ain't feeding your kids paying your damned rent gassing up ya damned trucks or putting new shoes on ya families.

Good fucking luck!

...and stay away from them polyester Klan outfits they ignite at the sight of a match!

....Amen. 

The Choir will now sing that old spiritual "Ya Can't Always Get What Ya Wants".

*( A 'Second' sermon was requested from the congregation.)

Fuck you lot wants more...well you asked for it...

Dearly Beloved, and everybody else. We are gathered on this most bleeped up of days to examine our hearts, and all the corroded crap that's clearly in there. What the hell were you damned yokels thinking?! The first big-city Con-Man comes by, and you Give'em the Deeds to ya house, and ya first born.

Next I expect the lot of youse to be on ya knees to some gold plated chicken or calf or whatever. Ain't you learned nothing' yet. No asshole from anywhere is gonna fix ya shit for you. How many times I gotta tell you that?!  "YOU" are the only ones that can fix that action.

If ya ever watched the History Channel or read that Jesus book that ya props up ya TV with you might learn something! And another thing leave them Colored folks alone...they didn't take your jobs away. They and them Arab folks nor the Feminists or ever da bleeping Queers didn't do that. The fuckers you dummies is always voting for did that, and is still doing that.

What I have to come down there, and wop the lot of youse upside the head with a bag of wet pink slips to get ya to see shit from shinola?!!

(...younger folks google that one.)

Right well you fucked ya selves into it this time. Get ready for four years of shit, and broken promise 'cause most of the stuff your hero promised is either illegal stupid evil or...did I say evil. Com'on ya basically decent folks mostly in a way kinda...so calm down. Love ya kids stop messing around, and see everybody as family. That's what ya Jesus guy said, and you ain't doing it. Not even a little bit.

Does the phrase "Fiery 'fucking Furnace" mean anything to you "I don't read books or watch Cosmos" cracker jacks mean anything to you. It does...good then act accordingly. 

Amen.

( I needs a fucking drink you lot takes it out's me!)

Stay Tuned.

"A Little Visit"

Hi folks.

I'm that guy you call Jesus the Christ,...how ya doing. Look I came by to say...again. ...gimme a break. That I was born in Judea a few thousand years ago. That I'm a "Brown Jew", and not a "Swedish Christian". Look just Google the history of the area alright?

Also quit worshiping me.

I mean thanks, and all, but that really wasn't the idea. The whole thing was just to get you maniacs to be a bit nicer to each other. Also there's no hell...not in the demented way your Religions teach anyway. That, and quit committing genocide in my various names...not good!

So,....I Loves you Cool Kats.

Yeah ya so full 'a shit, but I still loves you. Try that with them that pisses you off...hint hint...that's what I came to your freak show in the first place for. Btw I like that you're going to the Moon 'n Planets, and all, and making so many cool things...Toasters! Ball point pens...heck even my Dad never thought of that jazz...see you can really be good. 

However that Strip Mining thing...real bad idea.

Your despoiling the Earth is a serious mark against your species. Here's a phrase for you,..."Early Extinction". Get my drift? Anyway with one of my Birthdays coming up,...the real one was in the Spring, but never mind.

Anyhow for my Birthday it would be cool if each of you all seven billion not counting all the Virus Plankton Whales Great Oaks Lady Bugs, Cats, and folks...

Look for my Birthday if each of you Seven Billion Humans could do one kind generous act for each other...I'd ask more, but I ain't gonna push my luck. If you'd do this neat thing. That would seriously make me Happy. You'd actually dig it too!

That, and a Happy New Year.

...And don't drink, and drive or get into stupid fights or family scenes...what the heck's da matter with you people. That's why you can't have nice things...com'on.

Well 'still' loves ya, and keep working on Fusion Energy. Besides Solar that stuff will have you all living like the "Jetson's" in no time.

That's all for now.

Peace.

"...and da Lawd said!"

"Mercy always Mercy."

Be Merciful always. The more they don't deserve Mercy the more they should have it!

I used to say that all the time back in my radio preacher days. At the time I didn't know that's what I was, but ya know. Yeah I was a preacher of sorts back in the day. Who'd a thunk it. Always did have the calling or the shine all that holy mo-Jo.

I just wasn't too keen on any religions is all. Also should'a paid attention to some of my own sermons back then.

Another thing I used to say.

"Give till it hurts."

Not till it feels good that's just ego, but till it actually hurts. Give till it's inconvenient. Sure giving anything at all these days is to the good. However it gets all mixed up with our complicated ego noise.

Most Americans live from check to check. So give till you have to put off something you want. Like going to see that "Superman Bat-Guy" mess.

One should give so that you notice you gave. Make yourself closer to the truly, and gravely poor. This so that you'll better understand the meaning of compassion for others, and yourself. Well that or personal variations of it.

"Also Holiness." 

Sounds swell, but what is it? How is it done?

Holiness I think is the ability to see the Divine....ya hear that? 

To be able to see the 'for real' Divine or Eternal in the insufferable total bleep head annoying loud Jerk standing next to you on a seriously crowded subway train that's stalled between stations with a busted air conditioner in an August heat wave.


This is one of the hardest things to do even part time. 

Try doing this continually, and there's a padded apartment waiting for you at Bellevue.

But!

Apparently it is possible to do...sometimes.

Sometimes, and each time for a little... a very little longer.

I think that's all the g-ds or Eternity really asks of us. Just to try to transcend ourselves a little...then a little more.

Try keeping the above in the back of your mind. In time it may come to the front. Who knows what'll happen then.

Amen, and Stay Tuned.

"Ave Maria"

Ya know my old Uncle J.B. as we called him,...John Baptiste. Well he got the calling in his middle years after a bout with drink. Stayed a preacher till he was either 98 or 102 depending on which family faction you're in. Gave one of his brimstone sermons the Sunday before his passing.

Show business the clergy, and business run clear through my family both sides...though' being in education is more my Mom's side.

Anyway humm...Maybe I could start my own sort of store front chapel. "Uncle Syd's Frist Church Amazing Bewilderment". This following Uncle's example. Been thinking that for years. When I was on the air I partly thought that's what I was doing anyway.

All Welcome! Any faith non-faith. Wear any shit ya wants, but no food in the hall...eat in the nice yard in back. Pets welcome too, but ya has to clean up after them same with babies...nappies, and poop bags available free of charge.

All donations tax deductible. ...yes we take cash, and volunteers always needed.

Used DVD's, party hats, and comic books very welcome. Try not to shoot up in the shitters...do that at home before you come by...addiction referral available...as well as food stamp info, and other survival jazz.

Also always looking for local musicians poets, and or bands to liven things up. ...no smoking...but okay in yard. Looking for volunteer nurses to assist the congregation if Angels or any other spooks happen to show up.

We specialize in the exorcism of Republicans, and Algebra teachers. ...honest it won't hurt a bit,...I'm pretty sure. "

                         Come to our Christmas Eve Feast of Saint Frida Service".

                                                            Stay Tuned.