Quote of the Damn Day from a Web Site for Peter Berlin

This shit made me laugh.

Beginning in the early 1970s, Peter Berlin created groundbreaking gay iconic imagery, first as a street persona in New York and San Francisco, then as a filmmaker and photographer. Since that time, Berlin's films, photography, and artwork have been exhibited and admired the world over. [Not this part--keep reading.]

Perhaps the most unusual and unique aspect of Berlin's work is its narcissism—he served as his own photographer and model, rarely allowing others into the frame. The results are stunning, sexy, and classic.

It's sort of what I do here--rarely allow others into the frame. It's my blog, bitch!

Besides, with junk like Peter has, no other bitches really fit in the damn frame anyway.

Peter Berlin trivia: What was Peter Berlin's real name? [Answer below.]

Armin Hagen Freiherr von Hoyningen-Huene. [Fuck me. This shit makes Rumpelstiltskin look like Smith or Jones.]

[Hat tip to SB's friend and idol, West Hollywood Voyeur, for introducing me to Peter. Laugh.]

Uhhhmmmmmm, Okay

Cranky Posts

I want to say sorry to my blogging audience. My posts have been a little bit more crankier than I am use to. You would think that I would be use to the remote torture by now, but apparently not.

I think it’s easy at times to take the anger that is meant for the douchbag snitches out on others at times, and for that I am sorry.

Something about the torture that targets go through and that need for understanding at times is just vital. I do get a bit angry when people don’t get it and treat my life like it’s some fun little joy ride, like I am here blogging, cause it’s some fun little past time.

This week they used something that was remotely capable of fibulating my heart, now they are back to using heat for confirming my location in my home. Heat which is capable of causing body burns.

For me personally if others can’t understand this, or get this, then really it does not do me a lot of good. Right now I do need understanding. People to understand what is happening. I do believe that people who genuenly care about you, open themselves up to understanding, and they find a way to get it. Others never will, and that’s ok. This is not the type of targeting that I really want others to get, but at other times that understanding is almost vital for survial.

So again if I am angry, cranky, it’s the informants that I really want to direct my negative emotions towards, and not anyone else, so I can only try to work at placing the anger where it belongs, and work to get past it like I usually do. For those around me, I can only hope that they come to some sort of understanding of my circumstances.

Las Vegas Woman Missing for Four Months Found Dead Under a Pile of Junk in Her Own Damn House

Unbelievable. Only in America, folks.

Do you think shit like this is an indictment of our overly materialistic culture? I sure as hell do.

You can't take it with you, but it sure as fuck might take you with it.

Link to story:
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/2010/08/28/2010-08-28_las_vegas_woman_missing_for_four_months_found_dead_under_pile_of_junk_in_her_hou.html

More Photos of Peter McColl at Charley Project

Please take a look at these photos.

Link: http://www.charleyproject.org/cases/m/mccoll_peter.html

Suzan McColl's Son Is Missing

"I look for him all the time in my daily life -- in crowds, at airports, on street corners in Seattle. Tall, slender figures with long, brown curly hair often get a second look or even a U-turn if I'm driving. Young men playing guitar for spare change. Strangers who walk a certain way on the street outside my kitchen window. It's almost subconscious now, like a sixth sense, having this radar operating. And I think all parents of missing kids must do this. I am realistic about the possibility that he is dead, but I fully believe he is more likely to be alive, living in another identity, for reasons only he and God know. And one day while I am working in my garden he will open the gate and say, 'Mom, it's me, Peter'."

I sincerely hope you are right, Mrs. McColl. God bless you in your search.

Anybody who likes Whitman is a friend of mine.

Link to story on Peter McColl, who has been missing for 15 years.
http://www.insidebayarea.com/oaklandtribune/localnews/ci_15915847

There is nothing that breaks my heart more than a parent looking for a missing child.

Boorish Quote Translation

Boorish Quote:

I now bid farewell to the country of my birth - of my passions - of my death; a country whose misfortunes have invoked my sympathies - whose factions I sought to quell - whose intelligence I prompted to a lofty aim - whose freedom has been my fatal dream.
--Thomas Francis Meagher

SB Translation: A bitch is blowing this cracker-ass shithole of a country.

NEW SB Feature! Boorish Quote Translation

Boorish Quote:

And queenly is the state she keeps, In beauty's lofty trust secure.
--William Allen Butler

SB Translation: Bitch is fine.

You're welcome.

Jane Fishman: Thrill Seekers Can Be Found at Any Age

http://savannahnow.com/accent/2010-08-28/jane-fishman-thrill-seekers-can-be-found-any-age

Mick Jagger Was Right (But His Old Ass Still Needs to Retire and Have Some Decorum and Shit)

The Rolling Stones played Dayton, Ohio, years ago (when they were young and not a bunch of old wrinkled ugly prunes), and in between songs, Mick Jagger said, "Fuck you, Dayton!" Fucker went on to expound upon how much his skinny ass HATED Dayton, Ohio. Of course the damn Daytonians were so dumb, they ate it up. Those fucking assholes went crazy.

More Shit SB Says About Being Trapped in HELL

I had a blog visitor earlier from Frankenmuth. Jesus, I hate that town. Fucking Christmas all year round. Living there would be like being trapped in HELL. I hate crafts and old people and shit.

Shit SB Says to One of Her Best Friends in the Whole Damn World, Ms. Moon

I love the Hot Pockets quote. Glenn Beck is so retarded (yes, I am saying retarded, so all the world can get madder than hell at me, like they did poor Jennifer Anniston), I just don't pay him any mind at all, much like stupid Ann Coulter. I don't even get mad about what they say, because they are too moronic to even give credence to a damn word that comes out of their mouths. If you have half a brain, they may as well be spewing Pez when they open their mouths (actually, that would be a service to humanity). Being mad at Coulter, Limbaugh, or Beck would be like getting upset at a retard. What's the point? A body just gets themselves all worked up for nothing.

[Note to the reader: And if you don't like my using the word retard, you can piss off. It's my world here, and I'll say whatever the fuck I want. Having a blog is like having a microphone, and the guy with the microphone is ALWAYS in charge. Bitch can hold a whole room hostage if he so chooses. It's a motherfucker's prerogative. Ask Bobby Brown if you don't believe my ass.]

Fascinating Stuff: Huguette Clark

Link to the story of a 104-year-old billionaire, whose whereabouts are currently a mystery, complete with photos: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35470011/ns/business/

Quote of the Damn Day: Samuel Clemens

"He is as rotten a human being as can be found anywhere under the flag; he is a shame to the American nation, and no one has helped to send him to the Senate who did not know that his proper place was the penitentiary, with a chain and ball on his legs."

[This could and should also be applied to George W. Bush if one substitutes White House in place of the word Senate.]

Episcopalians are not assholes.

I am very pleased with today’s ruling overturning California’s Proposition 8. All of God’s children are equal in God’s eyes, and today Chief Judge Vaughn R. Walker affirmed once again that all Californian families share equal protection under the law.

The Episcopal Church has reached resolution on the issue of full civil rights for lesbian and gay persons and, speaking for myself as a bishop and person of faith and as a representative of the Episcopal Church, I am gladdened whenever discrimination is rejected and fundamental rights are acknowledged as equal rights.

The Rt. Rev. Marc Handley Andrus
Bishop, The Episcopal Diocese of California

Hats off, Episcopalians! Way not to be exclusionary assholes. SB gives credit where credit is due.

Quote of the Damn Day

Isn't it a violation of the Georgia sodomy law for the Supreme Court to have its head up its ass?

--Letter to Playboy magazine, February 1987