The Town Scryer is a mixed bag of humor, socio-political observations and ephemera from the perspective of a eclectic Pagan veteran of the counter-culture.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Curse of the Were-Donkey

    It is often said that no one is ugly at closing time. Such evidently was the case for the Zimbabwe man who was arrested while having intimate relations with a donkey.

     The man in question, one Sunday Moyo, was taken into custody when police on patrol discovered him merrily schtupping a donkey that was tied by the neck to a tree in his back yard at approximately 4 AM this Sunday.  

     When arraigned Mr. Moyo insisted that he had paid $20 for the services of a normal human prostitute at a local nightclub. "Your worship, I only came to know that I was being intimate with a donkey when I got arrested," he claimed in court.

     Moyo was charged with bestiality and ordered to undergo psychiatric evaluation. 

     In America bestiality is illegal in thirty states...which of course means it is legal in twenty. Kansas recently repealed its law against bestiality. Florida, on the other hand, recently passed a law against it after two previous attempts had failed.  

     I am sure someone argued that it was just another case of  needless government intervention killing jobs.

     Be seeing you.

     Sources: huffingtonpostnewzimbabwe

Friday, October 28, 2011

Strength, Beauty, Peace

The following images are all from Faith in the Good. Link after the first image. I go there when I want to feel better about mankind.


You must be ready to accept the possibility that there is a limitless range of awareness for which we now have no words; that awareness can expand beyond range of your ego, your self, your familiar identity, beyond everything you have learned, beyond your notions of space and time, beyond the differences which usually separate people from each other and from the world around them.

The Tibetan Book of The Dead

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A Perfect Metaphor for Modern America

     (An Indian woman carrying a British merchant in a basket on her back. 1903)


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Monday, October 24, 2011

To You Who Stand Vigil On Wall Street

You have already won the biggest victory. You have broken free of the terrible inertia of despair and you have taken to the streets. You have remained peaceful in spite of provocation.
 You are beautiful.

For those of you who are young, cherish this moment. When you are older this will be a time of your life that you should remember with pride.

Do not let anyone else define who you are. They will try.
Don't compromise. Don't lose heart. 
Don't stop.
It may be another forty years before this chance comes again.
We who came before you are proud of what you are doing.

                (Image from adbusters via Forbes Magazine)

     Be seeing you.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Monday is for Metaphors

Daily calisthenics for USAAF Bombardiers
This unusual scene was apart of the regimen followed by bombardiers in USAAF training. According to the publicity materials, ‘Daily calisthenics are a ‘must’ on the program of bombardiers in training at this world’s largest bombardier ‘college.’ In this novel exercise, they use 100-pound bombs to keep arm muscles toned for instantaneous action.’ Such photographs were released by the armed forces for publicity, recruitment, and propaganda purposes.

            Occupy the Sorbonne, May 1968

                    Elmore James

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Friday, October 21, 2011

The Poet Who Claimed the Crown of Byzantium

     His Serene Highness, Prince Robert de Rohan Courtenay 1961 in Grenwich Village. Photo by Diane Arbus.

     The Prince was born in Oklahoma. In the 50s and 60s he laid claim to the Byzantine and Holy Roman Empire. As is evidenced by the photograph, he lived in a highly baroque 1.83 X 2.74 meter room on 48th Street in New York City where he wrote poetry in a language of his own devise that appeared to be related to pig latin.

     While he never achieved the fame of Emperor Joshua A. Norton III, it must be remembered that Emperor Norton had the advantage of living in San Francisco.

     Be seeing you.

     Wine Loving Vagabond

When They Call You an Anarchist...

...You're in good company.

    From wine-loving-vagabond:

Anarchist Ben Reitman     Uncredited and Undated Photograph
“He arrived in the afternoon, an exotic, picturesque figure with a large black cowboy hat, flowing silk tie, and huge cane. “So this is the little lady, Emma Goldman,” he greeted me; “I have always wanted to know you.” His voice was deep, soft, and ingratiating. I replied that I also wanted to meet the curiosity who believed enough in free speech to help Emma Goldman. My visitor was a tall man with a finely shaped head, covered with a mass of black curly hair, which evidently had not been washed for some time. His eyes were brown, large, and dreamy. His lips, disclosing beautiful teeth when he smiled, were full and passionate. He looked a handsome brute. His hands, narrow and white, exerted a peculiar fascination. His finger-nails, like his hair, seemed to be on strike against soap and brush. I could not take my eyes off his hands. A strange charm seemed to emanate from them, caressing and stirring…”  Emma Goldman, “Living My Life”  1931, writing of her first meeting with soon-to-be lover Ben Reitman.
Reitman was an IWW activist, a union organizer, and a trained physician.  He was performing abortions for working class women and for immigrants as early as 1910, despite their illegality.  Kidnapped by police and employer thugs during the san Diego, California Free Speech struggle of 1912-1913, Reitman was beaten, tarred and feathered and his body was branded with the letters “I.W.W.”  Reitman was again arrested in 1916 and spent 6 months in jail for the heinous of advocating birth control.

Invasion of the Nazi Raccoons

     Back in 1934, when Hermann Goering was head of the Reich Forestry Office, he gave a breeder permission to release a pair of American raccoons into the woods near Kassel, a small city near Frankfurt. The pelts were popular with German hunters and the raccoon was only found in North America.

    Or at least that was the case in 1934.

     Raccoons are really good at two things; finding food and making more raccoons. A mated pair produces a typical litter of six each year. They now range from Spain to Denmark. There are estimated to be somewhere between 100,000 and a million of them in Germany.

     Tempting as it is, we cannot blame all of this invasion on Herr Goering. Late in the war bombs from an Allied raid struck a breeding farm in Berlin and presumably many escaped into the wild there.

         This year at least one raccoon has managed to cross the channel. One was found in England.

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Most Delightful Thing I've Seen In Some Time

(Castle not included)

You can become a Scottish Lord or Lady for only $50.
An organization dedicated to preserving Scotland's vanishing woodlands is offering to sell Californians one (1) square foot of  Scottish land as a means to preserve the parcel totaling 700 acres. Since under Scottish law anyone owning land in Scotland has the legal right to use the title of "Lord" or "Lady" this makes the proud owner of the kitchen tile-sized plot a Laird. While this law makes Lords about a dozen to a shilling in Scotland, they are pretty rare in the states. Might get one a few more dates or maybe help you talk your way out of a speeding ticket, what?

The name of the organization doing this is Highland Titles. The parcel is located in the Scottish Highlands near Glencoe. 

The neighbors might be a bit noisy though. Ozzy Osbourne has already bought one.

Be seeing you.

Source: sfgate

Monday, October 17, 2011

Decadent Trifles of the Uber Rich

Reported to be the world's most expensive dessert, this chocolate pud is fashioned in the style of a Feberge egg. Among the ingredients are gold, champagne caviar and a 2 carat diamond. The price is 22,000 pounds or about $40,000.
     It was created by Marc Guibert, the head chef at Lindeth Howe County House Hotel in Windermere, Cumbria.


Sunday, October 16, 2011

Tough Times Bring Creative Solutions

After parcel post service was introduced in 1913, at least two children were sent by the service. With stamps attached to their clothing, the children rode with railway and city carriers to their destination. The Postmaster General quickly issued a regulation forbidding the sending of children in the mail after hearing of those examples.


A Man and His Chicken, and Other Strangeness

                               He looks so...disco.

Steam Punk Elmer Fudd

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Saturday, October 15, 2011

How the Other 1% Lives

From wearethe1percent

I’m Neil Bush.
Despite having driven every company I’ve ever been associated with into the ground, people, especially rich foreigners who want favors from the government, love to invest in me and my companies.
I make money the old fashioned way, from the inside. I once made over $600,000 in one day. People accused me of insider trading on that one, but I say “right place, right time.” I got a job with a Chinese electronics company that paid a cool $2,000,000 in stock plus $10,000 every time I opened my mouth.
Let’s not talk about Silverado Saving and Loan, ok? The taxpayers deserved their 1.3 billion dollar loss. Hell, I paid back the $50,000 I admitted I was responsible for.
They say there’s no such thing as royalty here in America… I say… “right place, right time.”
We are the 1%
We Occupy your Government. 

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Desultory Ramblings of a Disturbed Mind

Sloth Unleashed

For an absent friend

Enjoy the Halloween season. When it's over we get 56 consecutive days of Muzak versions of "Little Drummer Boy".

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