" ... a mad dickensian masterpiece of serial venom.. . . . an alloy of platinum and plutonium ..".. .. Goodbye, good riddance, Toad Spawn. Goodbye your Maggoty Minions. .. .. The exorcizm of America is today! George Bush will be cast out! Oh frabjous joy. George Bush cast out of America’s body politic, exorcized from her national soul. These were the whispers in the corridors, in the forests, the gleeful suspense, the joyous dread. Today, it’s today. Toad Spawn, Be Gone! Gladness reigns once more. Take a very deep breath. The Exorcizm is today! Exhale utterly. Oh yes, see him go – his toxic influence; the emptier pipsqueak husk will strut around for a spate. See how lovely you feel, how light, how bright. Carpe comedy,, my sweets, and get re-enchanted with making our Planet, Home, better, cooler, more wide-hearted, fairer. Starting with raising the sodding minimum wage! . . . .[ToadSpawn update .. 09.28.05 .. ..   more »

When I was 10-years-old, I saw wall upon wall of medical close-up photos of Hiroshima and Nagasaki victims . . . . It was that day in Washington DC that I stepped upon another species path. I did not care if I was the only one. I claim nor exalt kin nor kindness with a species that would do that deliberately charred mutilation to its own kind whose photographs I saw upon the walls. Better alone in the universe with no friend nor God than to be one of the glorified, sung and storied DeathDealers or one of their apologists. Militant pacifism. It was and is a reviled view. I cannot recommend this deep a loneliness to you, friend, but if you cannot bear the lies and the slither of rationalization, your own heart will feel light to you and you will have earned the wholehearted right to hear the dawn songs of birds without the static of the screams of the dead that the Killers hear in their own forsaken child’s heart. There was a time before they joined the Legions of DeathDealers, before they chose to walk across the line of blood and justifiy the sword; the machete; the M16UziAK47; the jellied gasoline. Before they surrendered their will to the command of a Dark Purpose which feeds on the blood of the innocent under the guise of glory . .    more »

What's happened in a peapod is that to the GigaGreed Corporations, those grim reapers of the harvest of our labor, to Them, we are cogs. They screw us under the fog of socially-correct, slippery platitudes; tranquilize us with cars; sports; war; malls. But we are really interchangeable; we are cogs in the profit machine. They pretend that we matter, like the Leaders pretend that the soldiers they send to slaughter matter . . .    more »

It’s necessary and fun to kebab the 12ftTall Lizards. I love weapon-words third only to the silver cat and the feloniously handsome Fuller. But we need to turn sword-words into plowshare words after we’ve welcomed the unfanged and unblinded, reasonably cheerful and modest 12ftTall Lizards back into the gallivanting human family. We need to explore with you students of comedyhow people live in the aprèsWar world . . .   more »