John Furie Zacharias
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
tuneage

MP3 Stream
jessica: pleasure club mix

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sanibel island

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Psycho Sarah

allah's helipcopter

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es wonders

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bush and brando debate

Bush and Brando Debate (MP3 stream) by JfZ

dancing w/

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we can do better

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GW trilogy

Sunday, June 12, 2011
Einsteigen, Bitte

Travel Information
Location                 Arriving  Departing  Carrier     Schedule
FT MYERS, FL       15Jun11 05:55PM   GLI            3754

TAMPA, FL15Jun11 09:30PM  

TAMPA, FL 15Jun11 10:10PM              GLI            3732

ATLANTA, GA16Jun11 10:10AM  

ATLANTA, GA 16Jun11 01:30PM         GLI            1190

CHICAGO, IL17Jun11 05:15AM  

CHICAGO, IL 17Jun11 06:15AM                              IT14

BAY CITY, MI17Jun11 04:20PM  

BAY CITY, MI 17Jun11 04:25PM                              IT84

STANDISH, MI17Jun11 05:08PM  


GLI: GREYHOUND LINES, INC.
IT: INDIAN TRAILS

I have a layover In Nashville @ 5:30pm Thursday also. Meet me for dinner, Check http://www.greyhound,com for locations in the above cities.

I'll be wearing my orange shirt or the Red Wings jersey.

I plan on leaving almost directly from Cape Coral hospital. Wednesday afternoon.

 

 


Sunday, June 05, 2011
Urgent Plea





CAPE CORAL via FaceBook

I need a little help from my friends NOW, Down to pennies financially -- if you can help, IN ANY WAY -- please click the DONATE button on Thunderstorms in the Imajica, under the T-shirt in the left column. *ANY* amount is needed and appreciated immediately. You can help me with a quick and easy secure paypal payment. Help me today before I am lost and homeless. Seriously.

The secure donate button is under the "You Can't Make This Shirt Up!" image. I can't afford my health issues and housing. I honestly need some old and new friends to just pay it forward (or pay me back any small amount, if I helped you out over the years in some cases, right?) Please like or share this urgent plea, as you see fit to do ... let me know you are out there, in any case.

I will keep updating here about this topic. You can securely donate and then remain anonymous, talk to me privately via email or the Contact Me link below, or do so publicly in the comments here.

Thank you.  I don't want to disappear online. I don't want to have to go live with the snakes and alligators outside as a homeless person. You can help.

 


Monday, September 20, 2010
Happy New Year 2009



I found this unpublished draft floating around in the Imajica. I apparently wrote it about the time I started getting all those threats and just quit blogging altogether. Since it's already been written and obviously expressed how felt at the time, I'm sharing it with you now. Remember, this was written the first week of January of 2009 ...

The Big Lebowsky

I hope this New Year brings a return to the civil liberties envisioned by the founders of the United States.  In honor of the U.S. Bill of Rights, I give you an uncensored sample of the first amendment to the U.S. Constitution with the fucking short version of the movie, "The Big Lebowsky." 

If you have not seen this film, watch it.  The fucking dialoque isn't gratuitous.  Well, maybe it is.  I still like it.  If someone can count the number of times that variations of the word fuck is said in this short two minute video clip, I'll be very impressed.

 

Why am I inclined to start off 2009 with this?

Because Middle East peace is again fucked?

Well, apparently I was correct about the date that Israel would start another war, but wrong about whom they would attack.  Instead of attacking Iran as was my concern, Israel chose instead to shoot fish in a barrel.  Attacking Gaza is like beating the dog you keep locked in a cramped cage for barking about its inhumane captivity.

I'll have more to say about this topic in the future.  It's your tax dollars killing Palestinians.  Even if you can mentally seperate yourself from that of the actions of your government, billions of other puny human inhabitants around our little pathetic spinning ball of mud called Earth do not seperate you from the actions of your government or even our Middle East provacateur, Israel.

 

Because the U.S. economy is fucked?

Many smart people think it is going to get worse before it gets better.  When people talk about a so-called "credit crunch" in our economy, it should be noted that the origins of the word credit comes from latin which means loan, but variations also mean trust, belief, or confidence.

If nothing else, Bush/Cheney did one thing well over the last eight years -- the erosion of trust in the American way of life.  Whether it is our own civil liberties being eroded or lying the country into Bush's Iraq War, people trust their own government less now than even during the Nixon era.  And now, everyone trusts the economy of the United States even less than that.

 

Because I played Wii bowling for an entire week as Bad Grampa?

Busted!  I spent an entire week with good friends in Cape Coral and barely thought about negative things like the broken U.S. economy or retarded foreign policy.

My friends also gave me a copy of the Bugliosi book, "The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder" and a roll of toilet paper with Bush's face on it.  It's going to feel very satisfying to flush that fucking face from out of my mind in two weeks.

 

 


Saturday, September 11, 2010
Remembering 9-11

The night before the attacks on 9-11, I went to my local neighborhood party store to buy cigarettes just before they closed. This was my habit, because they had been robbed in the past, and I always went to their store at closing to add a body there for security. I worked at that place when I was just 14, 2 owners ago. I'm loyal.

The new owners were Iraqi, immigrants from the early 1970s when Hussein came into power in Iraq. I spoke with the old guy at length about the Arab world because he had been recruited at one time by our CIA. He knew the history of the rise of the bin Laden family and their construction business. He spoke like 6 languages. And I asked him about the Tawheed Wahabbi Muslim center being built across the street.

The old guy fled Iraq with some of his family when Hussein allied himself with his own prominent religious leaders, and because the store owner's family were Christian, their lives were put in danger back then. At the same time, Hussein himself was not a religious zealot and actually feared the Al-Qaeda movement because Iraq was a fairly westernized, modern, and wealthy country. Women were not held to the strict old-world Sharia laws which are in force in poorer places like Yemen or even richer nations like Saudi Arabia.

Anyway. The night before 9-11, I spotted this really old guy sitting in his car with the driver's door open in the store parking lot. He was crying ... weeping loud enough for me to notice. Being a normal empathetic human, I went over to ask him if he needed help. He was a WWII vet who had just went through a number of treatments for cancer.

He was dying and thinking about his life. I ended up spending the rest of the night with him, letting him tell his story to me. His major lament was when he was a leader he had to tell young kids to go out on patrol, knowing that some would likely die.

I met some random old stranger with such a compelling and obviously heart-felt story ... and at the end of his life. I sat with him, and just listened, and we drank some, and he poured his little broken heart out.

The next morning, I woke up and turned on my TV to see the 9-11 attacks enfolding live. I watched TV for almost 72 hours straight until for some bizarre reason my TV actually broke and I no longer had a TV with which to watch the nightmare.

The old military veteran and the old Iraqi friend/store owner bracketed my 9-11 experience.

Other things that I remember: contacting people in the Stihl company and asking them to donate their company's products to the people trying to rescue at ground zero in NYC. They stepped up and donated cut-off saws and blades, and pallets of water to the rescue effort.

My constant e-mail nagging paid off and they actually responded to me and sent a truckload of stuff for the people working at the world trade center disaster site.


 
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