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SEX, THE "D" WORD, AND ROCK & ROLL, THE BLUES, PUNK ROCK, MOVIES, CONCERTS, EVENTS, T.V. AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT'S COOL.....A POP CULTURE MANIFESTO, IN CELEBRATION OF THE END.
ENJOY YOURSELVES.
President, backpocket13.
-And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.
-Revelation 18:2
- "Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - A product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken Hillbilly, with a heart full of hate, who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow, to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets, with nothing in mind except falling in love, and not getting arrested."
- Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
- "Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop, I'll be on that hill with everything I've got. Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost, I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost, for wanting things that can only be found, in the darkness on the edge of town."
- Bruce Springsteen
- "What matters most is how well you walk through the fire."
- Charles Bukowski
- "The beast in me is chained by frail and fragile bonds, restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars. God help the beast in me."
- Nick Lowe
All of the Writings Contained within this Blog are the Copy Righted Property of The Sinners Club TM and may Not be Used in any manner without the Written Consent of the Author.
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“backpocket13’s Photo Outtakes” Volume 1.
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Posted:Apr 27, 2019 11:22 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2019 7:11 am
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“Now I can in see your eyes, that it’s time now to go.
So I’ll leave you crying in the rain.
Though I held in my hand the key to all joy.
Honey my heart was not meant to be tamed.
And goodbye. so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore.
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes.
Can I kiss you and then I’ll be gone.”
~ Tom Waits ~ “Old Shoes And Picture Postcards”
..........Greetings and Salutations Everybody!.........From my Wicked Little Angels to my Deviantly Depraved Devils and Demons,.........And to All of You, out there hiding out in the Shadows,.........Yeah, I can See you,........Why not come a Little Closer, so that we can all get a better look at You,.........You’ve Nothing to Worry On here, My New Friend,..........One Thing that We Absolutely Positively Don’t Do here is Judge,........And all that We ask in return is that neither do You,........So, with all of that Jazz out of the way, I find myself in an Unfortunate Dilemma today,..........You see, I’m Still a Little Too Burnt Out from Last Night to actually Think Straight!..........So, while lying in bed this Morning I went through All of the photos on My IPhone looking for something at least Moderately Revealing,..........Unfortunately these Outtakes were the best that I could turn up for Now,.........
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..........Well, I realize that they’re not exactly “PlayGirl” material, but I hope that you enjoyed them nonetheless!..........I even numbered them Incase you’d like to tell Me which is Your Personal Favorite,........And so,........Enjoy the rest of the Weekend My Faithful Fallen Angels,........Remember I’m like a Bad Penny, I always Turn Up!.........However If you should need Me in the meantime,.........You know where I’ll Be,.........Right here, where you left Me,...........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
President: The Sinners Club
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“TO CUT, OR NOT TO CUT”
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Posted:Apr 26, 2019 7:27 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 4:28 am
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“Some of my worst mistakes have been haircuts.”
~ Jim Morrison ~
..........Greetings and Salutations to all of You, who, like Myself have found themselves at home alone on this rainy Friday Night,.........I wouldn’t be too Upset over the whole situation,..........Believe Me, I bartended for a Decade or so, and if there’s One Thing I can tell you for Certain,.........Friday Nights were always for Losers just looking to get Drunk and then get Laid,.........So I think it’s Safe to say instead of having to Deal with Twisted Brand of Hopped Depravity,.........You can choose to spend a small portion of Friday Night right here The World Famous Sinners Club with Yours Truly!........For tonight I have one Simple Question for You My Faithful Flock,.........Every when the Summer rolls around the heat usually forces me to shave my head,..........Like So,...........
..........Thus However I’ve been letting the top grow in (In all honesty my lover likes something to grip.) but irregardless of her Wants and Needs,.........What do You think,.........My Loyal Legions of Darkness?.........Should I buzz it short,.........or let it grow another few months so I can tie it back?..........I already Know it’s going to be a and Steamy, Miserable, Shit Fuck of a Summer just because growing it long, if I shave it off it’ll probably be a miserable cold, wet, rainy Horrendously Bad Joke of a Summer,.........So, once again I’d appreciate all of Your input on this Dilemma of Mine,.............
Sinfully Yours, Backpocket13
President: The Sinners Club
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“Throwback Thursday’s “California Dreaming”
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Posted:Apr 25, 2019 2:08 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2019 4:06 pm
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“And then one day you find,
years have got behind you.
No one told you when run,
You missed the starting gun.”
~ Pink Floyd ~ “Time”
..........Greetings and Salutations!.........To all of You there in Blogville,........e on in, pull a chair and make yourselves comfortable,.........Feel Free to have a little Smoke and Relax,........No to Worry,.........We don’t Judge here,.......So do Your thing,......As you All know, today is Thursday!........And it’s almost Over to boot!.........Now there’s just Fun Friday to make it through, before You can All lose your collective Minds partying like the Depraved Degenerate Maniacs I Know you All to be,........In the Meanwhile, enjoy My entree for “Throwback Thursday’s”.........It’s a Picture of Me way back in 1998 on the San Diego pier,........This picture was taken on my Very First trip there,.......Over the next five I’d make it a habit to spend the entire month of January there or in Mexico, which is where I would first meet my good friend Jawbreaker who was working as security a Whorehouse in Ensenada where I use to like to eat,........Anywho,.......Remember My Faithful Flock,........Just keep your heads down, and it’ll be Friday before you know it!......... In the Meantime,..........If You should for Anything All,.......You know where I’ll be,........ Right here where you left Me,............
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
Post Script; ! No visible Tattoos!
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“Tagged!.......”
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Posted:Apr 22, 2019 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2019 4:21 pm
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“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”
~ Abraham Lincoln ~
..........Greetings and Salutations,.......I hope Everyone had a Happy Holiday, regardless of your Religious Preference,.......With a little luck You All had a day full of Food, Family, Friendship and Fun!......I know I Certainly Did!.......Alrighty Then, It’s Monday once again my fellow Sinners,........Everybody’s Least Favorite day of the week,.........In an Attempt to assuage the Suck Ass Nature of the day I would like to divert your Attention from the Stresses and the Strains come Hand in Hand with Monday’s,.......And so, Here is another piece of Civil War Antiquity from my Personal Collection,.............
(Above Photo) Brass Cavalry Saddle Ornament, stamped “Allegheny U.S. Arsenal 1861”, unused stock. Purchased from the Bannerman Collection, Virginia.
..........Originally situated on thirty acres of land adjacent to the Allegheny River in the neighborhood of Lawrenceville just outside of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, the Allegheny Arsenal, built in Eighteen Fourteen by the U.S. Army Ordinance Department, would become an important manufacturing and supply center for Union Armies in the West during the American Civil War.
..........The arsenal originally employed Three Hundred and Eight civilian workers in it’s prewar days. During the American Civil War however, when the manufacturing of cartridges became a priority, the arsenal increased its number of civilian employees to just over Eleven Hundred. During wartime the main lab alone would employ One Hundred and Fifty Eight civilian workers, the vast majority of whom where women.
..........On the afternoon of September the Seventeenth, Eighteen Sixty Two about Two P.M. the main lab of the arsenal exploded. The blast shattered windows throughout the surrounding neighborhood, reportedly being heard as far as Two miles away.
..........The arsenals Commander, Col. John Symington rushed from his quarters and the hillside upon hearing the first explosion. As Col. Symington approached he witnessed the Second and Third explosions tear through the lab. By the time the fire was brought under control and finally extinguished, the remains of the main lab were little more than a smoldering ruin.
..........Seventy Eight of the mostly young woman workers were killed in the explosion. Fifty Four of the bodies were rendered unidentifiable from the fire and buried in a mass grave in the Allegheny Cemetery. The most common theory on the explosions cause was a spark struck by a metal horseshoe touched off loose gunpowder on the cobblestones of the road next to the lab. This in turn ignited several barrels of gunpowder on the arsenal’s loading platform.
..........A coroner’s jury would accuse Col. Symington of negligent conduct in allowing gunpowder to accumulate on the road and elsewhere. In a letter to the Ordinance Department, Col. Symington would speculate the cause of the explosion was from leaking powder barrels being placed on the platform. Lab Superintendent Alexander McBride had complained repeatedly the powder was being shipped in defective barrels with loose covers by DuPont and Company.
In the End, Col. John Symington would be found innocent of all charges.
..........Although the Allegheny Arsenal Tragedy would become the largest single civilian disaster during the American Civil War, It would be largely overshadowed by the extremely high casualties of the Battle of Antietam, which was fought near the town of Sharpsburg, Maryland on the same day as the explosion.
..........And Alas,.........My Devils and Debutante’s, ’s all I have for you today,.........If I didn’t Brighten your Day a little, I hope maybe I Enlightened your Day a little,.........So keep the Music Up, keep your Head Down and Try and Push your way through the Rest of the Week,.........I’ll be seeing you All around Blogville,.........If however, for whatever reasons, You should Feel the for a Sin Fix to hold You over,.........You know where I’ll be,........ Right Here, where You left ,...........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“Turn That Site Glitch Frown Upside Down!”
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Posted:Apr 20, 2019 3:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2019 4:31 pm
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“I’d rather be a devil living life on a tear,
Than to be an angel at a church affair.”
~ The Devil Makes Three ~ “Do Wrong Right”
..........Greetings and Salutations!........I trust that everyone there in Blogville is having a Great weekend of Unbridled Debauchery,........I spent most of the morning taking it easy cleaning up around here a bit,........In an attempt to stay ahead of the many Glitches that have been Unmercifully Plaguing Blogville as of late,.........Personally the “Missing Word” Glitch is the One that I have come to Loathe the Most,........Turning My Long Rambling Poorly Thought blog posts into nothing more than a Long Rambling Poorly Thought page of “Mad Libian” Gibberish,.........Remember Mad Libs?.........Yeah You Do!.........So Anywho, I’ve come to the Conclusion that if You can’t Beat ‘em and all that Good Shit,.........Then You might as well Join ‘em....Therefore the rest of this post will be presented in the form of a Mad Lib,.........Maybe if I leave the words myself then Perhaps the Glitch won’t bother,.........Feel Free to Play Along!........Leave your numbered list of Answers in the Comments,...........
..........I was surprised to discover that my __________(1) was extremely sore this morning from too much __________(2). After a long hard week of nonstop __________(3), the Lady of the House was Thoroughly __________(4) with my __________(5). She hadn’t had any __________(6) in ages, so I was Eager to Please, and got right down to __________(7). It had been extremely __________() work first, her Old __________(9) puffed Clouds of Dust the harder I __________(). I spent the Entire Week swinging my Big __________() around Menacingly, Plunging it’s Massive Length into her Well Worn __________() again and again. I put that Huge __________() into Every __________() that she wanted wreaked. Furiously I pounded away at her __________() until I couldn’t __________() my __________()! When I finally __________(Eighteen). You could See the __________(19) all over Her ! Usually she’s Very Considerate and __________ (20) as soon as I Finish! She’s a good __________(21) and a Great __________(22). I was Glad that I got the Chance to __________(23) her __________(24). Turns She likes My __________(25), promising that I could Forward to many more nice long days of __________(26) from Her in the future!
..........Well, with a Little Luck, the Big Brains A.F.F. won’t Drag their Feet on this One so We can all go back to being the Happy Little Bloggers that we All yearn so hard to be,........In the meanwhile Enjoy the Rest of the Weekend my Wayward Flock,.........As always, You know where I’ll be,..........Right here, where you left me,...........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President; backpocket
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“Mug Shots, Psychic Advisors, Midget Prostitutes, and Balls.”
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Posted:Apr 18, 2019 2:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2019 4:15 pm
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Photo courtesy of The Ocean County Corrections Department.
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“This isn’t funny people! This is my job!”
~ Donald Sutherland “Animal House”
..........Greetings and Salutations to All!.........My Defiantly Devious Devils and Debutantes, Welcome Back for Another “Throwback Thursday’s”.........Ain’t this week’s Snapshot, Errrrr,.........Mugshot into the Past just a Hoot!........Yeah, that would be “Yours Truly” on One of my Worse Evenings way back in the Mid ”Aughts”........Wasn’t I just the Picture of Youthful Rebellion?........Which reminds me,
Lately, we’ve been working in a Bad Section of Trenton.
Tearing Out foreclosures that are going to be remodeled and turned into rental properties.
We’ve been here since last Thursday, so we’re just getting Comfortable.
The neighborhood residents are starting to not give us a second glance.
Still in all, it’s a Bad neighborhood.
It’s Bad enough that I’m happy to carry my framing hammer around with me all day long.
It’s the kind of neighborhood where anything that’s not Locked Up or Nailed Down will eventually Walk Away If left Long Enough.
“Long Enough” being Five Fucking Minutes.
The Boulevard is littered with closed up storefronts.
In fact, right up on the corner of the very street that we’re working on, up where the Working Girls gather and mingle, plying their trade even at this Early hour, there’s an empty store with an equally empty upstairs apartment, an eviction Eviction Notice stuck to the front door.
The old business sign still hangs overhead.
“Psychic Advisor” it’s faded reads.
All that’s left however is the Empty Shell of the place.
Graffiti tagged plywood covers the big front windows even though the old sign still advertises rather ominously “A Glimpse Into Your Future!!!”.
And I can’t help but Wonder, how did they Not see That coming?
Bankruptcy and Ruin!
A bullet like That you’d think they’d have been able to Dodge!
I suppose that Speaks Volumes on not only the ability, but the downright Legitimacy of that particular “Psychic Advisor”.
Anywho, a few of the Bolder more Enterprising Working Girls from up on the corner have started to wander down to the job site around , sometimes hanging around through lunch.
I guess that they get slow Mid Morning.
One of these “Ladies of the Evening” also happens to be a Midget.
Errr, Little Person?
I dunno, whatever the Politically Correct terminology happens to be.
Dwarf maybe?
Nah,........Dwarf Just Sounds a little too Tolkienish to Me.
Then again, what the fuck do I know?
Apparently not as much as I thought, because Low and Behold during lunch I see The Ace disappearing into the equipment trailer with The Dwarf.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking.
Fucking these days!
Am I right?
So I waited around a couple or five minutes until the comes walking back .
“Well, That was Quicker Thank even I expected!” I say to him. “Ace, you Twisted Little Monkey Fuck, I had No Idea that You likes ‘em Small. Is this something that I should be Concerned about?” I go on. “I mean, Is there Anything that you want to tell Me?”
“What?!?!” The exclaimed “No!”
“You sure?” I say nudging him roughly. “I’ll drive you down to the Precinct House and you can Confess and get the Help that You need.”
“Fuck Off Man!” The tells Me. “It ain’t like you’re thinking, go and ask her for the “$25 Special”.
“Nothing Personal Ace.” I inform him. “But I don’t for it, that just ain’t My style, never was.”
“Dude!” He insists. “Trust , It’s Sooooo worth Every penny!”
“Ace,.....”
“Listen, she’s probably Still over by the Trailer, I saw her talking to Prince Paul right after she’d gotten done with .”
“Great Satan’s Pitchfork!” I exclaimed. “Lunch is over, isn’t Anybody actually Working today?!?!”
“It would appear Not.” The Ace remarks looking around.
“C’mon Ace, Let’s get Back to It!” I say clapping my hands together for effect. “Don’t make Me beg!”
“Oh Alright, Alright Already!” The finally says. “At least go and Talk to her, she’s Smarter than you think.”
“Ace!” I bellow, pointing to the house. “Go!”
As he turns to go he pushes me towards the trailer.
“I think that I might have left it Unlocked.” He yells to me over his shoulder.
“Ace!” I screamed. “I told You Not to leave the equipment trailer Open!”
“Sorry Boss!” He calls from the porch.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” I mumble walking along side of the trailer. “Fucking everything has probably been Stolen already!”
Behind the trailer a Big F-350 Turbo Diesel Dually with signs on the door claiming the Owner to be a Stone Mason who’s business is called simply “Stoned” sits there idling loudly.
It’s nose pointed slightly downward and it’s open tailgate sticking up and into the street.
Paul comes walking from between the trailer and the truck, heading past with a nod on his way back inside.
“You seen the Four Foot Bar around?”
“I think it’s in that back bedroom.”
“Righto!” He shouts back as I walk around the back of the trailer.
Standing there is the Dwarf , in a Red Leather Corset And Black Pants, one hip cocked while she reapplies more lipstick to her already Garishly Painted .
As my shadow falls across the ground her feet she looks up, squinting and smiling.
“Well Now, aren’t You a Tall Drink of Water!” She says Sweetly with a childish Squeal of Delight. “Did you want a “$25 Special” like the last guy?” She asks innocently.
“What’ a “$25 Special”?”
“Okay,” She begins, all business Now. “I don’t see a ring, and if you’re not Married, then it’s a pretty Safe bet that you’re probably on at least one of those “Online Hook Up sites, right?”
I just stand there silently.
“You got a Cock Shot?”
I continue to stand there silently.
“Right.” She says after a moment. “So, for $25, You pull your dick, and I’ll stand behind you and reach around and grab it with my hands while You down and take pictures with your phone.”
“Wait, What?!?!” I ask Incredulously. “Why would I for That!”
Shaking her head she asks , “Do you see these Hands honey?” Holding them up Demurely so that I can get a better them.
“You can see that I don’t have the typical midget “Sausage Fingers” as they say.”
“Uhhmmm,”. I stammer “Who says That?” Uncontrollably looking around.
She simply waves me off.
“My hands look just like a woman’s hands, they’re just Half the Size.”
“The fingers are Nice and Slender.” I say, looking down at them closer now. “They look so Delicate.”
“Thanks, I just did my nails last night.”
“Nice.” I add.
“Now, nothing personal, but I can tell by the way you carry yourself that you’ve Most Likely got an Averaged Sized Dick.”
“Hey Now.” I respond, but she simply waves me off again.
“Just Think about how Big your Dick is going to Look in These Hands!” She reasons. “It’s going to look Humongous! Every woman that sees the pictures is going to think that you’re Hung like a !” She continues. “Now, for $25 I think that that’s a Deal, a Steal, Shit, that’s the of the Fucking Century!” She finished matter-of-factly with a Wicked Little Grin.
I stood there looking down at her for a couple more moments before saying quietly.
“You are a Shrewd, shrewd Business Woman!”
She just nods Smiling.
“So.” I ask. “Do you wanna do this Here, or in the Trailer?”
A few hours later, at quitting time, I find The Ace and Prince Paul sharing a THC vape cartridge while staring intently of the back window the neighbors small back lot.
As I walk up between the two of them unheard, or unnoticed, I grab the vape pen from The ’s hands and take a long off of it.
I notice that they are standing there, Transfixed as the neighbors Big Pit Bull sits, leg in the air, licking his balls thoroughly.
“C’mon Guys.” I say shaking my head. “The Police are on their way, and I don’t want to be here when they up.”
“Why are the Cops coming?” Paul asks not bothering to away from the giving himself a Tongue Bath.
“Somebody Stole the mason’s Truck!”
“Who, “Stoned’s” Ace asks.
“I guess.” I answered.
“I told him Not to leave it running unattended.” The Ace laments, Still watching the neighbors go to town. “Even if it’s a diesel, Not in this Neighborhood!”
“Man.” Prince Paul says without looking away from the lapping in the next yard over. “I wish that I could do that!”
“Well, if I were You, I’d start off by Petting Him first.” The Ace tells him.
“C’mon Stoners!” I say turning to go. “Let’s try and get the Fuck Out of Dodge before the Sun Sets!”
..........So I guess that’s how My Day went,........I hope that all of Yours went considerably Better,........Until the Next Time,.........My Faithful Flock,........And If You should Need Me,.........For Anything,........You know where I’ll be,.........Right Here,.......Where you left Me,.............
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“Ramble On”
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Posted:Apr 17, 2019 6:02 am
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“One and only rebel ,
From a family, meek and mild,
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite my Sunday learning,
To the bad, I kept on turning
‘Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore.”
“And I turned twenty one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cause Mama tried.”
~ Merle Haggard ~ “Mama Tried”
.............Greetings and Salutations,........Happy Hump Day!.........This is just A quick One while he’s Away,........If you’re wondering why I had them spell “Mama” this way “Momma” for that tattoo is because that’s the Correct Vernacular here in the Great North East,.........Or to be more specific, here in the “Tri-State” Area,........I’m no Okie from Muskogee that’s for Certain,.........We don’t Drawl, or say Ya’ll,........We Enunciate, And Talk Loudly with Great Animation while using our Hands,........Like all the New Yawka’s, and New Joyseyians,.........So What does this all have to do with Hump Day?.........Not a Damn Thing!..........I’m just sitting on a pile of bricks in the middle of the Bad Section of an even Worse Town,.........Listening to the horns blaring up on the Avenue,.......Hearing the calls of the Working Girls, and having a smoke before getting down to the Serious Ripping and Tearing of the day,.........So In the Meantime, I figured that I’d Pontificate for awhile,........Which is just the Fancy Way of saying “I felt like rambling on some.”.........Either way, Thanks for Wasting a little time with Me this morning,........I’ll see you all tomorrow for another “Throwback Thursday”..........Until then, My Faithful Flock, you know where I’ll be,........Right here, where you left Me,.........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“From Front Yard To Front Parlor”
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Posted:Apr 13, 2019 10:44 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2019 3:42 pm
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“The (American Civil) War started in my front yard, and ended in my front parlor.”
~ Wilmer McLean ~
..........Greetings and Salutations to All of You Wicked Little Sinners there in Blogville today,......I see a Whole Lot of Familiar Faces, and a few New Ones too!.......Ahhhhhh, But it does My heart Proud!.......And , it’s Already Saturday afternoon, and I’m Waaaaaay behind in light of recent Events here in Blogville,.......So what’s on the Agenda for this afternoon,.......How’s about some Historical psychobabble?.........Okay Then, let’s get Right Down to It,.......Pull up a Chair,.......Have a little smoke,.......And Allow Me to tell You the story about a man named Wilmer McLean,.........
~ Wilmer McLean c. 1860
..........On July the 21st 1861, The first major engagement of The American Civil War would be fought in Prince William County, Virginia. Just a few miles from the City of Manassas, a scant 25 miles from The United States Capital of Washington D.C. and directly across the property of a local resident named Wilmer McLean.
..........It would become known as “The Battle of First Bull Run” If you’re the Union type, or “The Battle of First Manassas” If you’re not. At the time, the overall opinion in The North was of a mind that this little war between the states would become the work of a few, in Not this one battle.
..........Much of the rich upper genteel population of Washington made it a point to ride in their buggy’s and carriage’s with picnic lunches to eat and champagne to drink while observing the spectacle of an almost certain quick and decisive Union victory against an army of poorly armed rebels.
~ “First Battle of Bull Run” Chromolithograph by Kurz & Allison, 1889.
..........Irvin McDowell, Major General in command of the Union Army of the Potomac would end up squandering their initial advantage of superior numbers by being lethargic in getting his troops into position, allowing for Confederate reinforcements to be brought up by rail, another first in modern warfare.
..........Both sides, North and South brought around 18,000 untrained, inexperienced, poorly led troops to one another across the expanse of the McLean farm. The Overall battle would go on to be compared to one long bloody brawl between the two largely untested armies. The outcome of which turned into a disastrous defeat for the North after the Union Army of the Potomac was routed by The Confederate Army of Northern Virginia and forced into a hastily demoralizing panic of a retreat.
..........P.G.T. Beauregard, Major General in command of the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia. (That’s Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard) The General that had opened the war in Charleston Harbor earlier in the year by shelling the Union Army’s Fort Sumter and it’s commander, Major Robert Anderson into surrendering. Interestingly enough, Anderson had been Beauregard’s Artillery Professor at West Point, being impressed enough by the Frenchman’s skill and ability to ask Beauregard to stay on as his assistant after graduation.
..........Major General P.G.T. Beauregard would pick the big farmhouse of resident, and sugar merchant to the Confederate Army Wilmer McLean as his headquarters for the duration of the battle raging across the property. At one point drawing artillery fire from Union forces that sent a cannon ball crashing through the family kitchen, killing a servant.
~ McLean’s first house in Manassas from “Various Contributions on the Battles and Leaders of The Civil War.” pg. 231, first published 1887
..........After the terrible chaos of the battle, the badly beaten, demoralized, hastily fleeing Union troops would frantically collide with Washington’s Aristocracy as they too realized the defeat and attempted to flee themselves. Turning an ugly defeat into an even uglier retreat all the way back to a panicked Washington. Where word of the disastrous defeat spread like a panic through the streets of the capital.
..........The Confederacy would go on to use the victory to prove that they were now a indeed a Nation to be reckoned with. Poor Wilmer McLean however had had enough. Wilmer would sell the entire farm and move his family 5 miles South, deeper into The Confederacy, to a safer location away from the war, that also put him closer to the sugar commodities that he dealt in. The name of the town that Wilmer McLean choose to move his family to was a quiet little town named Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia.
~ McLean house at Appomattox Courthouse. Photographed in 1865 by Timothy O’Sullivan.
..........Four long, bloody years and more than 600,000 deaths later, the ragged starving, exhausted, and badly depleted remains of the Army of Northern Virginia, now led by Robert E. Lee, with little choice left after being cut off by Union Calvary keeps him from joining forces with General Joe Johnston’s Army of Tennessee for one last big combined offensive by The Confederacy.
..........Instead, General Lee would seek a quiet place to do the unthinkable, surrender the remains of one of the greatest armies in history to a man that he’d only ever met but once before and then only briefly, years earlier, Major General in command of all Union Armies, Ulysses S. Grant.
..........General Lee would send his aide into the local crossroads town of Appomattox Courthouse in search of a suitable residence for the surrender. Lee’s aide would eventually decide on the big stately farmhouse of a prominent local grocer and sugar merchant named Wilmer McLean. The rest, as they say is History. Lee would go on to surrender his army as well as his command to Grant favorable conditions, including 150,000 rations for his starving army right there in Wilmer McLean’s front room.
..........Afterwards Wilmer McLean would stand by helpless as Union Officers handed him as they stripped the room of its furnishings as mementos of the momentous occasion. One thing they would never be able to take from Wilmer McLean was the right of being the only man who could rightfully say that “The American Civil War started in my front yard and ended in my front parlor.”
..........And there you have it,.......My Angels, My Devils,......My Beloved Flock,.....In my Around the World way of telling it!.......I hope that you’ve Enjoyed this afternoons Psycho Babble Ramble on Historical Observations and Such,.......That’s (Thankfully I Know!) all that we’ve got time for today,.......Fear Not though, for I walk amongst You,........But if for some reason you can’t find Me in the crowd,.......You know where I’ll be,.........Right here, where you left me,.........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“The Night The Lights Went Out In Blogville”
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Posted:Apr 12, 2019 2:30 pm
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“Ladies and Gentlemen the Bronx is Burning!”
~ Howard Cosell ~
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..........Greetings and Salutations to all of You, My Wayward Flock,........Last night, as I looked out from the ramparts of our headquarters here at The Sinners Club,.......Pipe packed full of Black Hash,.......Surveying the darkened hulk of Blogville, in dumbfounded wonderment,.......I had my post written down in lavender crayon on corresponding notecards so as not to get confused,........All ready to get down to the bare bones of the thing,.........When I received various reports from sources deep in the mailroom at 04j.com which told of a crazed, paranoid state of panic and chaos spreading across the landscape of our beloved community........I discovered to my absolute horror, Nobody could access their Main Blog Page,........It was a Blackout in Blogville!.........The reports I’d received confirmed Blogville was seized in the Iron Grip of a Major Crisis,.........Something akin to a cross between “War of the World” style Orwellian Hysteria with a Grand Guignol Elizabethan Tragedy!........And Nobody could Blog!........I Repeat,.......Nobody Could Blog!.........But somehow worse Still, Nobody could figure out Why!.........And as I stood on the wall looking down at a scene startlingly reminiscent of the last half hour of “Mad Max” coupled with all three of the “Purge” films thrown in for good measure,.......I stood wondering just What the future held for the residents of Blogville?.........I honestly couldn’t Say,.......But it would’ve Chilled my Soul if I still had that Worthless Thing,........I looked down on my beloved community,........A community had been rent asunder by some simple technical glitch,........I came to the sudden realization of the Dire Consequences of My Own current situation, and decided my Course of Action in this time of Crisis,.........I packed another pipeful of Fine, Fine, Black Hash,.......Kicked Back, and turned on Netflix,.......Where were You when the Lights Went Out In Blogville?.........Hunkered down low somewhere with the Music turned Loud,........A Full Pipe of something Nice,.......And Someone Special to keep you Focused on the moment at hand,.........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
Post Script, Honestly though,.......I hope everyone managed to weather the storm as well as I did. The picture above is a rough rendering done by myself of the Maelstrom of Lawlessness and Fury in Blogville as I bore witness to it last night.
Post, Post Script, Anybody claiming this Whole Crazy Blackout in Blogville was caused directly by myself and or our IT guy “Lonesome” Dave while trying to download a picture of my penis to Japaneseass is pure speculation,.......Always remember,.........Although I have been known to Sin on Occasion,....... I am Still a Gentleman First and Foremost!
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“What’s A Little Head Between Friends?”
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Posted:Apr 8, 2019 2:28 pm
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“I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky.”
~ Bill Clinton, 42nd President of The United States of America ~ January 26th, 1998.
“I had an “improper physical relationship” with Miss Lewinsky.”
~ Bill Clinton, 42nd President of The United States of America ~ August th, 1998.
SATIRE, n. An obsolete kind of literary composition in which the vices and follies of the author’s enemies were expounded with imperfect tenderness. In this country satire never had more than a sickly and uncertain existence, for the soul of it is wit, wherein we are dolefully deficient, the humor we mistake for it, like all humor, being tolerant and sympathetic. Moreover, although Americans are “endowed by their Creator” with abundant vice and folly, it is not generally known these are reprehensible qualities, wherefore the satirist is popularly regarded as a sour-spirited knave, and his every victim’s outcry for codefendants evokes a national assent.
~ Ambrose Bierce ~ “The Devil’s Dictionary”
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..........Greetings and Salutations to All of You, My Faithful Flock,........I apologize in advance for the fact even this late hour on Monday afternoon, my brain is still trying to process the events of the weekend just past,.......In recognition of this fact I’ve chosen,........For the sake of Artistic Integrity to recognize the fact going to least a day, along with multiple chunks of Black Hash interspersed throughout, to rightly explain Myself and the Events took place during the course of the past three days,......So, in the meanwhile I all of You,.........the Fallen Angels of my beloved Sinners Club,.........A “Little Head” as a token of my appreciation for Your Infinite Patience and Unwavering Understanding in this matter,........
Besides,.......
What’s a Little Head between Friends?.........
Or a little Tail for matter?.........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“Throwback Thursday’s” A Splinter In Time.
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Posted:Apr 4, 2019 4:08 pm
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“Tomorrow you’ll be saying hello from the other side of the work week.”
~ Beats the shit outta me ~
..........Greetings and Salutations,.......Good Throwback Thursday Evening, to all of You,........The Devils, The Debutants, and the rest of the Dark Denizens of Blogville,.......Another week is almost in the Can, and what sort of Mischief have you Wrought thus far?.........Tomorrow, after all is Friday,........And you’ll want to be sure to be good and limbered up enough to meet whatever Chaos the weekend may decide to throw your way Head On,........Just like Joe Frazier,........Old “Smokin’” Joe......Kill the Body and the Head will Die,........Until then, here’s My pick for this week’s “Throwback Thursday’s”,......... a guess I’d say that I was about Nineteen! (19) years old,........I remember that we were going to a show that night, although I can’t remember who we were going to see,........As you can tell from my slightly maniacal smile, the chemicals had already begun to take hold,.......And that’s my friends Splinter,........He was named Splinter because of the resemblance he bore to “The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” master,........Splinter the had been rescued from an abusive situation by my buddy,.........Splinter’s owner wasn’t so lucky, he suddenly found himself in an Abusive Situation too, but there was nobody to come rescue Him,........Either way, with some love and a lot of tenderness we discovered that Splinter was pure of both heart and soul,........Not Only was he one of The Great Pumpkin’s perfect little creations, he was also very, very smart,.......I recall latter that night after this picture was taken and we’d gotten back from the show, Good Old Splinter shared the Secrets of the Universe with me just as I began to peak,........And suddenly,........Just like that, I understood it all, and the reasons for everything became clear to me in that one moment of crystalline clarity,.........And I fell into a happily satisfied state of euphoria,......It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I realized that I probably should have Written that shit down,.......
Ahhhh Well, hindsight and all that I guess.
Until the next time, My Faithful Flock, Sin for Me My Darlings.
And if You should suddenly require the sanctity of this Club of Ours, exclusively for Sinners, then You know just where to find me,........
I’ll be Right Here, where You left Me,.........
Sinfully Yours backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“Stairway To,......”
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Posted:Apr 2, 2019 2:13 pm
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“Life moves pretty fast.
If you don’t stop and look around once in a while,
You could miss it.”
~ Ferris Bueller ~
..........Greetings and Salutations!.......It’s only Tuesday, but it already feels like Thursday,.........As I was working today,.......The Special Music turned to eleven,........just trying to make it through the day,.......Putting up a flight of stairs in the new addition of a house,........This required some heavy lifting on my part,......Fear Not,.......Everything turned out good, the stairs are up, the knee wall is framed,........And it’s ready for Sheetrock and spackle tomorrow,.......Once the stairs were up I fell back to painting the master bedroom,........Which always allows me time to think,.........
Which really is Never a Good Thing.
So I got to thinking.
Do you suppose that your life flashes before your eyes at the moment that you pass?
I’ve read several medical texts that state that the brain releases a powerfully euphoric chemical called DMT to calm the body and ease it into the sweet-by-and-by.
It then takes the brain between seven and ten minutes to die.
Could those seven to ten minutes of euphoria actually be your life flashing before your eyes?
Personally I don’t give a shit either way, because by the time I find out the answer to that riddle it’ll be too late to share with you.
And as the drunken poet/lariat Charles Bukowski said, “There’s nothing worse than too late.”
Irregardless, it got me thinking on this whole “life flashing before your eyes” thing.
When I was a pup up until I was probably in my mid twenties, I thought that the idea was kinda cool.
I mean, at the time, I was young and strong and every night was a Saturday Night.
And like Jim Morrison along with most of the rest of us, I figured I was already living fast, dying young didn’t seem so bad, mainly because I’d be a good looking corpse.
One last Hurrah before eternity then!
See the whole party over again for nostalgia maybe.
Then that Bitch’s Bastard known as “Real Life” gets it’s teeth into you.
Then that Master known as “Time” get’s behind you.
And that King Hell Bummer known as the “Real World” has it’s way with you.
Life doesn’t exactly go the way that you thought it would.
Your trajectory falls Way short of even your High School guidance councilor’s expectations, let alone your own.
You begin to get Jaded.
Ugly things happen to me, you, everyone.
Not to mention those really, really Ugly Moments of your adult life that happen to You.
Just as they happen to us all.
Bad things you did, bad things done to you by others, along with the bad things that you bore Witness to but were unable to stop.
So, the more that I’m thinking about it now, the more I’m starting to see this whole “life flashing before your eyes” phenomenon in a somewhat different light.
I mean, Sweet Lucifer’s Halo!
Didn’t I just get finished dying?
I’m fairly sure that just going through Dying is Somewhat Traumatic enough, even with the massive does of DMT flooding my system.
Plus, I just got done living through the whole sordid affair, now you want me to go through the whole thing over again?
You must be shitting me?
Right?
Can’t a motherfucker get a little breather before receiving a forced retrospective on their life’s very few highs, along with it’s many, many lows.
Why oh why would I need to see that whole disaster show all over again?
What, for Posterity’s Sake?
Not only am I sitting that one out, I’m calling bullshit on it too.
Just pitch my ass right down into Hell, like a bowling ball.
You know, in retrospect, maybe I should have opened a couple windows in that house while I was painting.
I didn’t think that the fumes were that bad.
I may have been wrong.
Ahhhh Well, ramble over,
Great Satan’s Pitchfork!
Am I making Any sense at All?
Maybe it really doesn’t matter.
Maybe None of this Matters.
Maybe there is no higher purpose.
Maybe there is no higher power.
Maybe we should start to care a little bit more for one another.
Maybe we should all try and be better human beings.
Maybe all that matters is Now.
Maybe this smoke is as strong as Jawbreaker said.
Well, that sure is a Poetic Notion.
At least for Me it is.
As always I thank You, My Faithful Flock for listening to me Rant and Rave.
Remember, no matter what, if ever you should need me, I’ll be right here, where you left me,...........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
President: The Sinners Club
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