America the Nutty.

Arnold! You're drooling!

R. Crumb makeready for underground "Zap comix." It makes me think of the Governor of California.

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Don Gaspar grew organic corn.

Best and Worst Quotes of the Week

Best
From Steve Terrell:
"Your Favorite Opera Sucks."





Worst
From Fat Bill Richardson:
"I'm going to run for re-election and then take a look at where we are after my election, I'm not ruling it in, I'm not ruling it out."

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Fat Bill in Iowa after being told Colin Powell is running for President as a Democrat. Richardson could only say, "Pinche cabron."
Powell.




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60's Protest

60's Money

60's Poster

The Set-up: A Santa Fe Fiction

It started with me trying to score my medicine. Not like “Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine” and it certainly wasn’t “ and I’m on the pavement thinking about the government.” But maybe I should have been.

I was just trying to buy a little medical marijuana. My Wife has glaucoma and I had cancer of the eye.

I walked into my connection’s pad, who I’ll call “Nurse.” Nurse’s relative, James, was in one room with Nurse and a friend named Gem in the back room.

I passed Nurse my 'fity.'

"Hi I'm Gem." and the 30's, maybe, chick just started rapping. Not hip-Hip but motor-mouth. And woe is me.
"Getting throw out...can they do that?...I've been trying to sell this art....just got here from California ...Can you use a massage...I thought I could start give thirty dollar messages... what your sign?..." Gem just continued.

Nurse slips me my little bag and with out stopping Gem blurts out very loud " WE GONNA' SMOKE SOME POT?" I looked at the the stranger girl just because now she was getting weird. I looked at Nurse as Gem's not cool behavior and voice made say to myself ... this is trouble.
"NO, this is my house", said Nurse. "We are not going to smoke."

I took the opportunity to go in the other room and talk with James. I had heard Gem's name as being a new friend of Nurse but a friend no less.

After a few minute, gem flies into the room and asks "Do you want to see the art I'm trying to sell?"


(cont. later)

Meeting of the Week

Santa Fe Regional Juvenile Justice Board
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Sunrise Springs

8:00 to 9:00 a.m. - Continental Breakfast
11:30 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. - Offical Signing of memorandum of Agreement
12:00 - 1:15 p.m. - Lunch - Blue Heron Restaurant
3:15 - 3:30 p.m. -Break
5;00 to 6:00 - Dinner - Blue Heron Restaurant

Santa Fe Greeting Cards

Sorry

Dear Edelmira Granillo and Staff,

We are sorry. The entire staff at Fat Bill and Me offers our apologizes to Governor Richardson’s receptionist at the State Capitol 4th floor office. John Coventry, who was recently released from the mental institution for former circus freaks, had written a blog published here in which he called the lovely lady assistant to the Governor a “transvestite looking receptionist.”

Coventry has always had a need †o be noticed and he is a known liar and pervert. Coventry is one sick puppy but the receptionist for his mad obsessions, Governor Richardson, is not fair game for this First Amendment sport called blogging. Again, it doesn’t happen often, but allow us at Fat Bill and Me to apologize for Coventry’s misdirected hurtful comments.
We are sorry.

Fat Bill and Me

Freedom Ho

Who the fuck is Freedom House?
A CIA front? "A loose affiliation of Millionaires and Billionaires?"


Fat Bill is more than a member. Our Governor Combination Plate is one lardo grande in secret world of "Freedom House."
You might call him the number one Freedom Ho even with the likes of: J. Danforth Quayle, Jeane J. Kirkpatrick, Zbigniew Brzezinski, Malcolm S. Forbes, Jr. and former CIA Chief R. James Woolsey, Jr., or Chairman Ho as he is called.
(continued)

Fat Bill Photos

With these hand I have touched things you can't even begin to imagine.



Fat Bill said to the press that he, Richardson "Never took steriods because I didn't want to become Governor of California."
But when Blubber Bill met the Governor of California he said "Please don't kick my ass."

A dialogue with institutions.

In the 70’s an art “gallery” in San Francisco created a piece of art that perfectly dialogued with institutions. “Sam’s Café” had established itself with a show that was set up as a real diner frozen in a particular second of time. The food was left exactly like everyone had just split from the place. The show lasted for a few months.

The next piece this group of artists did was fabulous. In order to protest the rising cost of energy on the poor, “Sam’s Café” sent out 20,000 clearly stated fake utility bills with the phone number of the San Francisco Chronicle as a place to call and complain. The paper’s switchboard was flooded with irate callers wanting to know what the fuck was going on?

The paper was literally shut down for half a day and they pressed charges against “Sam Café.” And as the story goes, the group of artists called only one witness in their defense… the art critic for the Chronicle.

The critic had to admit that it was a piece of conceptual art. The “Café” got off and the issues got weeks of coverage.

In order to protest the City's use of the downtown parking as a way of paying beauracrats huge salaries, I created an "Imitation" parking ticket and put it on cars downtown. The "Imitation Citation" said to call Bill Waters at the New Mexician if you wanted to complain. The old crotchety editorial writer was not amused with the calls from the Texas tourists wanting to know where to send the ten dollars. Waters did say he would sue me if I did it again.


But even Waters has to quote you if you nail the issue in one sentence.

When the Parking Committee or some City crap like that, was having a meeting about a plan ( that itself cost multi-hundreds of thousands of dollars} to solve the multi-million dollar parking problem in Santa Fe, I went to testify. I said something like, "I think the City has enough money to solve the parking problem because they can afford to hire consultants and then not pay attention."

Waters had to use it in an editorial.

Rocky throws the finger.

Dole in the shadowy back and Rocky throwing the finger.

Dog Love

A friend of mine, Marge Garber, wrote a book called “Dog Love.” She is a professor at Harvard and she wrote the book right after her mother died. A popular intellectual writer, her premise was one step further than the British TV hit “No Bad Dog.” It was more like …”Dogs reflect the good in humanity better than humans do.” This brilliant feminist freely admits it was the only way to deal with the grief from the death of her mother.

In the book, examples of people’s adoration toward canines were astonishing. The book did not contain examples of much of dogs' vicious packing and the mauling of humans. Nor did the book contain any of the excess in America that leads to hatred by others because our cultural priorities are so screwed up.

The author and I talked once about the theatrical options of killing a dog, say in a movie script. She insisted, “You can't kill the dog”, because it would foreshadow something on the scale of the Holocaust.

This story doesn’t kill the dog. It doesn’t even mention putting the dog “to sleep.”
I can’t do the math but how many hundreds of thousand of dogs have been killed at this “Shelter?” What does that foreshadow multiplied all over America?