Saturday, September 15, 2012

Golden Brand Mart Interchange

Honk if you like bottles shaped like AK47's filled with candy liquor. And Like if you like late-night shopping for spirits @ TotalWine. A place where deals are serious, smiles are on display and all to often there is no open bar.

Treats and tricks is what we can expect in the coming days as the spook season in South Florida heralds the start of some iconic brew. The Fall season that is. Time to squirrel away some nuts.

But first let's travel though and under the golden arch of the golden glades interchange up on 163 street otherwise known as that crazed rats' nest of high speed cross roads. 

Turn left and you will find yourself and incidental passengers on a patch of real-estate industrial park trapped in a pocket of old urbanism. 

This area is  home to a menage of vendors that not only sustain a demand but are surreptitiously housed is some rather remarkable architecture. 

Classic Swampchitecture that is.

Classic indeed.

The encapsulated pod entrance place.

The aztec zig-zaggerat place.

The fortified moorish factoria.

 The elite research institute.

The Cosco of acrylic sheets ACME Plastics, your one-stop shop in the Gotham City of the South.

Best Wood. Whittlesey's
No Matter. What counts is the goods.  

Together these floundering businesses form a ramshackle industrial park effectively a pocket of not so disperate proto-urban swampyness interrupted by attempts at architecture.

A renovated facade of a warehouse housing the new and improved local PD...

And the old familiar landmark stands sentry for a plunging economy defined by diminished demand and brand banality.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

nine11twenty12

“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete 
when everything the American public believes is false.”  
 William Casey CIA Director 1980


Allot of information about 9/11 has emerged in the past decade. Perhaps more than most people are willing to digest. One thing is certain,  the official story must forever be hammered into the hearts and minds of a complacent populace hungry for outrage and sensational centrism. 


Allot has changed indeed.    The face of skepticism is now anonymous. 
It teetering at the edge of irrelevance cloaked as if to conceal an undefinable futility.


Who cares what people think.  Who cares what happened 100 years ago.


The face of 9/11 is business as usual on Wall Street.


The face of 9/11 is a somber chorus lamenting in unison under the cacophony of discordant sirens.

 

The term Ground Zero no longer defines the center of nuclear detonations.
Ground Zero is now a sacred place in downtown New York City.


The face of 9/11 is faceless.  It is the Lie of Our Lives.


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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

DNC dreaming


Soon it will be once again time to choose.  Choose to go forward not back or choose to go nowhere fast.   Good that people like what they are used to.  It's the incumbents advantage.  Safe to say Miami is tacitly Obama country.


It is not surprising that both RNC and DNC presidential conventions are staged just before the eleventh anniversary of September eleven.  Who would have imagined airplanes flying into buildings?  Certainly not Condi Rice and friends.


Forward means never having to say WTF?


Moving forward means leading the free world away from the current republican corporate zealotry.


Forward is not fast-forward. Forward is deliberate and clear incremental adjustment to the balance of power.


Forward is not sideways or retrograde. Forward is not exceptional pre-emptive war for profit.


Elizabeth Warren moves forward for the middle class.
"Democracy can be an honorable enterprise"


Marquito Rubio the anointed was won over by Paul Ryan. Good that neither will move forward to fast. 


Romney as the Gilgamesh of the GOP.
Mittboss wants us to move forward in the direction of reverse. He really wants the job.


Moving around and around, Michelle the hoola-hooping first lady.


My president and yours. Don't stop thinking about tomorrow.


Roll out the tax dollars moving forward.


Obama's presidential pod should keep him safe for a second term...

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Hurricane RNC


What do Hurricane Isaac and Republican National Convention in Tampa have in common?
They are both amusing, annoying and costly disruptions.


The biblical Isaac was born only son of legends Abraham and Sarah. Though his parents were beyond childbearing years Mr. Patriarch lived 180 years.  People lasted longer than needed back then.  Likewise the Republican Party was born of Abraham and Sarah... Lincoln and Palin that is.

Welcome to Trampa
The Mayor prepares for glitz and gore USAstyle.

Governor Rick Scott tells us everyone loves to visit Florida.  What he does not tell us is all Floridian do not welcome every visitor.

Isaac is swampy, republicans for the most part are not.

GOP 2012
Before and Before
From the Marshall Mcluhan school of managed perception, video projection screens get enumerated.


 Rock Mining in our backyard,  sandbag are prepared in anticipation of the inevitable swamping.

Sandy, Cristal and Kembra prep for RNC

Officer Nosey attends to his appointed chores.

Huey, Dewey and Louis before the storm.

Smile, Ibor City loves you.


Homemade signs are mass produced at an undisclosed empty place.
Let's just say republicans were not in the warehouse when Gawd handed out the fabulous gene.


If the RNC 2008 in St. Paul MN was an indication, we can expect plenty of riotous over-reaction from the Tampa militarized enforcers.  It may not be raining rubber bullets yet but there already are elephants falling from the sky.


Republicans historically were keen on the exceptional thing. Who does not like to feel special.  But more recently they try to plant seeds of their dreams everywhere.  When their ideals and democracy are propagandized here and around the world, people get hurt.  Repubs have somehow seeded a level of disdain only matched by serious concern when a bunch white guys get to party.

Homegrown Romneyheads

photo courtesy of post office bulletin board
Ten to one, i wager most pictured above lean to the right.

Not all Kazynskis are crazy.  


Not all demonstrations, free-speech zones and lawful assemblies are created equal.
Likewise, not all storms pack a punch.


 Is this the face of truth or an agent provocateur.

The face of Peter King, Republican Kazy.

Like Hurricane Isaac, the RepublicanNationalConvention will be a washout by Wednesday. 
But the weather will not go away any sooner than partisan politics or special interests will give way to  respectable governance or direct democracy.



Soon South Floridians will get back to the business of building sandcastles and cigars. Tampa will be reset back to normal, whatever that is.

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