The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

So Loathsome I Could Cry #4

Augusto José Ramón Pinochet Ugarte (Rot in Hell, scumbag)


Perry Middlemiss said...

I would have prefered him to rot in jail on this plane, but Hell will do for now.

SomeNYGuy said...

Those liberal media commie pinkos at the Washington Post printed an unsigned (Fred Hiatt) editorial in praise of the great man and his heartwarming achievements, pausing for a big wet kiss on the lips of neofascist pin-up girl Jeanne Kirkpatrick. You gotta read it to believe it, although the reams of outraged reactions posted on their website mitigates the horror somewhat.

steves said...

this guy's a disney cartoon compared to kissinger, imho... if he turns around you can see henry's arm up this puppet's ass... along with the biggest guns and the biggest wad of cash this side of the vatican.