The planet has turned into a strip tease club. It\u2019s not the usual fare- that removes one garment after another- until the whole body is bare (rhyming alert). This is one of those striptease clubs that might appear in a Clive Barker or John Carpenter film but there\u2019s the possibility it might be a comedy too. Still, you can\u2019t shake the tense apprehension that crawls up your spine as you try to get comfortable in your seat.<\/p>\n
The dancer on the stage is indistinct. You can\u2019t see her face and you can\u2019t tell for sure if it\u2019s female either. You can\u2019t even tell if it\u2019s human because there is the repeating sensation that there are more than two arms and legs in play at different times. You rub your eyes but that doesn\u2019t seem to help. <\/p>\n
The music is chaotic and dissonant but just when you think you might run screaming into the aisle it changes to a melodic and soporific tone. It\u2019s as if it had morphed to Pachebel Canon but at a much lower speed. The movements of the dancer change to accommodate the changes in the music. When it\u2019s frenetic you get the sensation you are watching a performance piece called, \u201cAx Murder Wedding\u201d. When it calms, it\u2019s more like drowning in a lake but it doesn\u2019t trouble you for some reason; like the time you were driving drunk at 90 miles an hour on an unknown back road but you knew you could handle it because you were nicely detached.<\/p>\n
The dress of the dancer is a complicated affair. It\u2019s like a burnoose or a chador that\u2019s been cut up vertically to the neck line every six inches or so. Areas of skin appear with frequency. Sometimes is looks like skin and sometimes it looks like darkness. Every now and then you can see it clearly. There\u2019s a funny side effect that kicks in whenever you are seeing clearly. Your perception and identification capacity seems to recede so that, even when you know what it is, you\u2019re not sure; not sure at all.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s hard to tell if the dancer is slender or wide; young or old, beautiful or hideous and that accounts for some of the tension. Flashes of teeth that appear in the occasional juxtaposition of stage light and smile (is that a smile?) also are worrisome. You feel like there\u2019s something you should know but you don\u2019t know what it is. Even more disconcerting is what happens when you look at the other patrons in the club. Some of them have pieces missing from their bodies and not in places you\u2019ve been accustomed to. Even more distressing is the fact that they seem to be unaware of it. The waitresses and other club personnel are not reassuring either. They don\u2019t look happy and they don\u2019t look friendly. <\/p>\n
I could go on with this theme and probably close right out with it but I\u2019m setting the stage for something, just the way they are in the club. We went slumming this morning over to Fox-Goblin News and saw more signs of The Apocalypse; more glimpses of flesh and we know they are all parts of the same dancing body but… not which parts or how they connect. <\/p>\n
An Israeli (Israel is a trademark of the Rothschild banking industry) \u2018leading\u2019 newspaper, Maariv, says that the US is denying visas to Israeli, nuclear scientist from Dimona and also that the US has stopped selling nuclear-related materials to the MagogkeNazi Nation. The White House denies this. The source is a professor who doesn\u2019t work in Dimona. Well, obviously the scientists are in the business of stealing technology information because that is the way they do business in the MagogkeNazi Nation. Still, that\u2019s always been okay.<\/p>\n
Karzai went to Kandahar Province and it was worse than mannish Coulter in Ottawa. 1,500 tribal elders were screaming at Karzai that the coming Kandahar offensive would bring strife and not security to the region. So Karzai asked them if they were happy with that or not (grin). They said they were not. So Karzai says, \u201cThen until the time you say you are happy, the operation will not happen,\u201d General Stanley McChrystal was sitting right behind him and it\u2019s reported that he looked really apprehensive.<\/p>\n
McChrystal is right up on the stage with the dancer we\u2019ve been talking about, so he\u2019s seeing a little more than he probably wants to. Can Karzai say and do that? He said it. You could have knocked me over with a brick of hashish when I read that. While I was ducking the brick of hashish, I could have sworn I saw Vladimir Putin having a drink at one of the tables. When I looked again he was gone.<\/p>\n
The lead story has Obama breaking years of protocol by sneaking out of the White House without the Press Whore(s). They said he went to watch one of his daughters play soccer but… it\u2019s said that when the press van \u2018appeared\u2019 to arrive at the president\u2019s location, there was no presidential car, no president and… They couldn\u2019t \u2018verify\u2019 him at \u2018any\u2019 location. Not even James Gannon knew where he\u2019d been.<\/p>\n
438 to 437 is the tally by which Romney won the straw poll over Ron Paul. What are the odds of those numbers? <\/p>\n
Liz Taylor is marrying a black, gay man but maybe not actually getting married depending on whatever the reason for generating the buzz might be. Like I said, This Apocalypse has a sense of humor and I defy you to pick which of these news items I think is the most amusing. This is going to put an awful lot of pressure on Madonna to turn the Hollywood toilet bowl into a crime scene; nothing takes the attention off of one act of bad taste more than the yellow police tape of an even greater act of bad taste; perhaps a rumor of her daughter Lewdes getting a Palestinian, organ transplant? Disclaimer; please note that this is Petri Dish.<\/p>\n