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MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

kick starts the summer at the Jerzi Shore

ALF launches it's 2nd full season

I sat out there three days.  The crowds were good but the only thing I did was one and her dad sed it didn't look like her.

But then maybe it's Obama is coming to town or what can you expect from ignorant peasents

ALF ALERT # 20

ALF ALERT

# 20

The appearance of "benches" in the 

FREE CULTURE ZONE

....

DRUM & HOOP

OCCUPY the FCZ

ART

Once there was a lovely valley surrounded by 

majestic mountains.  

One day a group of people decided to visit a restaurant high on a hill that overlooked the town.  They were adventurous and decided to hike to the restaurant.

Every thing was perfect.  They ate delicious food out on a patio with a magnificent view.  There was plenty of wine an

laffter.  A good time was had by all.

When they were finished a small group decided to venture higher to an overlook.  When they got there they were rewarded for their effort by an even more spectacular view.  All were thrilled.

After awhile most of them left except for a small group who wanted to venture higher.  The higher they went the ruffer it got.

Eventually some turned back.  Maybe two or three went higher.  The going got to be even more difficult until one lone climber managed to make it to the top.

He was awe struck by the view.  Way below he could see the village from which they had come.

When he returned he realized that there is a certain "ART" to how one conducts themselves after they have been above and seen below.

DRUGS WIRK

WAR CRIMES

ASBURY PARK

POLAROIDS

This one of the Murphy's in my life. He was the whipping boy for an eccentric L.A. artist, Frederick Sauls.

Frederick was a raging alcoholic who bought a building in L.A. on Santa Monica Blvd. just down the street from the notorius KIT KAT club run by one of L.A. biggest gangsters, Eddie "Nasty" Nash

(aka: Nasherelli)

A Lebanese gangster. Remember John Holmes.

 Google up the 

"Wonderland murders"

The building was a combination theater, restaurant and living quarters.

Frederick would scream at Murphy and call him a

"cunt hound" in front of everyone.  I was living in the basement at the time.  I got tired of it and slipped away one night to go live in my car.

Here is Murphy some years later in my E. Hollywood place on Myra Ave.  He eventually ripped me off for a hundred dollars.

Even tho L.A. was a "film" town it had a small theater district located around Santa Monica and Wilcox.  Frederick's building was on Santa Monica, one block West.

For awhile I lived with Murphy in a building on the corner of Santa Monica and Wilcox.  There were three acting studio (schools) in the building.  One of them tried to get me and Murphy to act as "shills" to entice students to keep returning.

The only people in Hollywood that made money from acting were the schools.

DISMAL SWAMP

Sometime in the mid nineties  I was working my way up the coast thru the Intra Coastal Water Way on  a sail boat.  I decided to take the scenic route from the Pimlico Sound to Virginia by going thru the Dismal Swamp that ran from Elizabeth City, N.C. to Virginia.

I holed up in Elizabeth City and was in the Dismal Swamp Canal by 8 A.M.  No sooner had I entered it when I saw an obese, naked black woman running along the shore in the woods.  She appeared to be following me.

She disappeared then re-appeared around four o'clock in the afternoon.  This time she came closer and asked me to pull over.  I was scared and didn't think it was a good idea. I noticed that she appeared to be covered in warts.

About 7 p.m. I came to a lock on the N. end of the canal.  It was late and the operators had gone home, so I pulled up to a dock and tied off to wait for morning.

No sooner had I finished some Mac and cheese than she appeared next to the boat.  She wanted to board. I was alone, it was late and there was no one around, so I said o.k.

She went directly below deck and laid in my bunk and began to diddle herself and saying she wanted me, now.

She was fat, black and covered in warts....but.  I went down there and did her anyway.  When I awoke in the morning she was gone.

Two years later I recieved a letter in the mail from her.  She claimed to have given birth to our son which she named Edward.  I never heard from her again.

My advice.  Avoid the dismal swamp.  Go the other way.

AMERICAN DIVERSITY

Once there was an Indian who went out onto the ocean on a pleasant day with plenty of food and water.  He was paddling along when he noticed someone in the water.  He paddled over and pulled an Italian guy out of the water.  The Italian was grateful and after eating paddled for awhile.  They looked alike and became friends.  The Indian did most of the paddling.

Wasn't long before they spotted a Spanish guy in the water.  The Spanish guy and the Italian liked each other and became friends. The Indian did most of the paddling. It wasn't long before they picked up a German, French, Dutch and Polish guy. Then they picked up an English guy who had a black guy tied up.  There was still plenty of food and water.  The Indian took sick and couldn't or wouldn't paddle.

The English guy made the black guy do most of the paddling.  He did most of the work but was given the least amount of food.  There were little squabbles over territory and food but once they were resolved things settled down.

Then they picked up a woman.  That was it.  Big fights broke out.  A dominant leader emerged.  He got her most of the space and food.  The black paddled.  The Indian glared.  It wasn't perfect but it worked.  They managed to move along and feed themselves.

They all had a meeting one day and did some mighty hi talking.  The black and the Indian were not invited.  The black was paddling.  The Indian had developed an attitude and was confined for his own good.

The talk was about the "nobility" of what they were doing, helping their fellow men, human dignity, etc.  It was suggested they erect some sort of monument to themselves.  It was proposed that a statue be erected on the front of the boat and maybe a light at night.  A beacon of light so to speak on a dark night.  Musta' have been some good smoke.

They decided to write something on it. The guy who made it was called an artist.  On the bottom they had him write;  Give us your tired, sick and poor. Your huddled and teeming masses.  As the last "s" was finished dark and ominous clouds appeared on the horizon along with some thunder and lighting  It was not a good sign.  The wind picked up and blew like crazy.

The ocean got ruff.  The black paddled, the Indian glared.  People threw up and babies cried.  The light on the front worked like magic.  People in the water flocked to the light from far off.  The boat was becoming crowded.  Space and resources were scarce.  Political factions formed.  The isolationist argued for their own good they had to limit the number of people allowed on the boat.

The do-gooders argued that they had all been out there once and needed to be rescued therefore there was a moral obligation.  The do good faction won out, assuming a holier than thou attitude and looked down on the isolationist, calling them bigots and accusing them of discrimination.

The black paddled the boat.  The Indian chanted mantras, while the do-gooders pulled people out of the water.  A strange thing happened.  There were more and more people. After awhile it became apparent that there wasn't room for everybody.  The isolationist smiled smugly.

Now there were so many people in the water they were not waiting to be pulled out.  They were climbing onto the boat and stealing food.  The black refused to paddle and started doing drugs.  Nobody wanted to paddle for everyone else.  The Indian chanted louder and faster.  Viscous fights broke out and the boat capsized and sank.

All were lost except the Indian who floated away on a paddle towards what appeared to be a lone Indian in a canoe on the horizon.

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DOLPHIN

I was on a passage by sail boat from L.A. to New York.  

(I did not go thru the canal)

I had stopped to winter in St. Augustine, Florida.  I became restless and decided to make a side trip up the intra coastal to Fernandina Beach, Florida, right on the Georgia line.

The first day was quiet.  Around sundown I came to a small beach.  I dropped the hook and rowed ashore.  The idea was to build a fire, cook something and enjoy the sundown.

Looking for firewood I went into the forest.  There I found a strange skull.  I thought it was some sort of bird till I found out it was a dolphin skull.

Apparently someone buried one near a tree.  The tree blew over, the skull raised up, I found it.

I had this in the bow of my boat for years, in the V-berth where I slept.  I considered the dolphin spirit to be my guide.

I still have it to this day.  Here it is hanging in my studio...

...still showing me the way...!!

MIND

.....I put my heart and soul into my work

and have lost my mind in the process

....Vincent Van Gogh

....mind?  What mind?

It's a question of mind over matter.

...ain't got no mind..

..it don't matter...!!

HILLARY

ELECTION

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DARK BUDDHA

The "way" of the

 

DARK BUDDHA

 



CAFE VOLAN

CAFE VOLAN

 

PURGATORY FOR PRETENTIOUS PRETENDERS

 

HOTBED OF INCESTOUS SPEECH POLICE

not to mention

FAIRY FARTS

YAQUI ROJA

CONCENTRATION

 

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ENIGMATIC ENEMAS

Enigmatic enema's  frequently produced

fragerant flatulence that drifted downstream

like a huge, greasy, green crowd

and wilted the grass

then produced instant and prolonged awareness

of a seriously sincere situation



INSULT

 A return to one of my favorite subjects.

 

EGO GAMES N' POWER TRIPS

 

How do you add insult to injury?

 

You make someone wait a long time then pull the rug out from under them by telling them "no".

 

Ever have to wait six months for someone to help you by making a five minute phone. 

 

They were busy.  Why were they busy?  Because you needed something. I've made people busy for years this way.

 

Remember this truth;  We're as busy as we want to be.

 

 

Once there was a young boy who did a drawing.  The drawing represented an advancement for him.  He was proud of it.  So proud he took it to the kitchen

to show his mother who was washing dishes.

 

Now there are three possible scenarios here;

 

Mom stops what's she's doing.  Looks at it.  Tells him it is so good she wants to hang it on the refrigerator.

Positive re-inforcement.  The boy beams with pride.

 

 

Another scenario is mom sez, I don't want to see it.

 

Rejection is such a nut.  Not a way to build self esteem and pride in a developing ego.  But that is not as bad as the third alternative.  A no is at least an answer.  There's no waiting around involved.

 

Mom could have sed;  Not now.  this is called an open ended waiting game.  It is a set up.

 

Now the boy waits. Making someone wait is a power trip in and of itself.  Power trips are based in in-adequacy.  It is a long slow death. 

Cruel punishment.

 

What's a set up?  They need to make an appointment

before they can stand you up.  They have to hire you before they can fire you.  I've had that happen more than once.

 

Not returning phone calls and e-mails is the same game.  The message is they're more important than

you

because you have nothing to do with your precious time other than to wait for them.

 

It's a form of degradation.  The need to do it is an expression of weakness.

 

The power of denial is a tool of the in-adequate.

 



OCCILATION

Isolated occilations occillated anxiously

and accidently caused an accident

 

Of near historic purportions somewhere

near the river.

 

Anxious annidotes reversed positions

on important political issues

 

While cupid shot a love dart into my hart.

 

That raised my awareness of wanton lust

to a new level

 

Crossing the great divide revealed revision

of almost everything

 

I wept.  I slept.  I dined on the divine.

 

Passionate pregnancies produced

 

almost nothing except constant

 

commitments to intelligence.

 

 



KINGSLEY ELEMENT

The "Kingsley Element"

(It's long gone now.  Guess where it was at?)

.....was my first attempt at chalk drawing on the ground as part of ALF's

CULTURAL ENHANCEMENT OUT REACH PROGRAM

(In conjunction with the city)

designed to elevate the cultural bar here in

Asbury Park.  Which is currently so low someone

who can throw up on a canvas is shown and mentioned in the same breath as Picasso, etc.

They're both artist, therefor just as good.  This is

called the one is equal to a thousand argument.

They're both numbers.

The object of this project is enhance, beautify

and elevate culture in AP above the gutter.

Watch for more.

No taxes, no license, no insurance, no crime

committed.  No cost to the city.  It disappears by

itself.  That translates into after it begins to succeed they will try and prevent it and return AP to the cultural gutter.

DE-CRIMNALIZE CULTURE

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Occupy the

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ELECTION FEVER

The election for the city council of Asbury Park is over.  Two incumbents, Lofredo and Henderson were returned along with three new players,

 

Moore, Quinn and Campbell

 

Seems Tri City New's Dan JACOBSEN was wrong

about Keady being a shoo-in. No need to panic Danny.  Not suprizing he's wrong about a lot of things.

 

That's why he's called "tin-head".

 

 



PLAYERS

Ever hear of

 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

 

The famous 'beat" poet. 

 

I was with him at the L.A. FREE PRESS

 

which was the second anti-war, underground, alternative press in Los Angeles during the

Vietnam war. (Visit; http://captflash-studio88.blogspot.com) I can't find it anymore but there was a page where his poem was in the upper right hand corner and my illustration was in the lower left.

 

I was the staff cartoonist/illustrator.

Larry Flynt bought it.  His editor was J. Levine who went on to start the L.A. Weekly, L.A.,s version of the Village Voice.

 

I had been a spy and commited a burglary for the FBI.  In an attempt to stay with the paper I went to J. an offered to confess.

 

Then Larry Flynt got shot.  End of career.

What's that got to do with any thing?

 

I now live in Asbury Park and have decided to

"bless AP" with my talents and gifts for

political cartooning.

 

Here are some recent efforts.

 

GUESS WHO ?

 

 

Guess who is 2 shrewd to get screwd?

 

M is 4 M n' M

(Clue, not a rapper)

 

 



RANDOM THOUGHTS

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.

 

Those that know, don't say.  Those that say, don't know.

LAURYN HILL

 

LAURYN HILL

 

 

 

 

Why ?

 

Because real talent is a real threat.

 

Been saying that for years.  Now....!!

 

LAURYN HILL

 

A hip hop star has been sentenced to three months in jail and three months of probation for failure to pay taxes.

 

She claimed she dropped out of society because of threats against her and her family.

 

She has been directed by a judge to under go counseling for

 

"conspiracy re-education"

 

What is her conspiracy theory ?

 

That the music industry suppresses real talent in favor of mindless crap.

 

AMEN! AMEN!  AMEN!

 

She talks about pop culture cannibalism and the deliberate "reductionism" of music and art is

damaging a whole genration......

 

(Reductionism?  What's that?  It translates into mediocrity stands a better chance of succeeding than real talent.)

 

...turning them into passive, un-thinking consumers and destroying inspiration and creativity in the name of profit.

 

The music industry is designed to strangle true talent while promoting amoral, mindless, turgid nonsense.

 

This is part of a trend to have opposition to government

declared a "mental disorder" to ease the way to institutionalizing individuals for re-education by way of chemical lobotomies.

 

Government?  What government? Mind?  What mind?

 

While there may not be a concious, organized conspiracy where some people meet in a back room and say, let's do this, there is a very real resistance to real talent...why?  Because..

 

Einstien sed; great spirits meet with violent resistance from mediocre minds.

 

REAL TALENT IS A REAL THREAT.

 

Amen..!!!

 

FREE LAURYN HILL

 

Mind? What mind?

 

Unh-ooh, gotta' go.  Drones outside the window and a knock on the door.  They want me to schedule a lobotomy.

 

 



DARK BUDDHA

AZZBERRI ART

SRING CHARM OFFENSIVE

To enhance cultural ambiance ALF has taken

to the streets (sidewalk) with chalk art on

Cookman.

This is a joint cultural enrichment program between the city and ALF.

Click on full screen for best viewing

Azzberri Pawk

Where art & music

...come together



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