tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23396586457808947992012-02-16T01:03:51.394-08:00When Satire bites its own tale. Don't just get even. Go Rogue!!!The sustainable Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805838260231755917noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339658645780894799.post-65120246599861767062009-12-05T17:44:00.000-08:002009-12-05T19:25:53.908-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuP2TV7LI64/Sxsi0XFLe1I/AAAAAAAAF0k/JpmLKguDjhY/s1600-h/rar1q.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuP2TV7LI64/Sxsi0XFLe1I/AAAAAAAAF0k/JpmLKguDjhY/s400/rar1q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411957660160064338" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The other day I talked to my MOTHER, her name is Paul, phoning her you know<br />and she said why don't you interview me for "Going Rogue".<br /><br />What do mean: I asked<br /><br />Dummy, no not for running for the highest office in 2012: she said<br />her eyes rolling like a wash machine fed with those old Italian coins that match quarters but for your new GLBT Zine.<br /><br />Remember she quipped I was born naked in Siberia, set a drift on an ice pod shaped like a heart, which was an omen in itself that I was special, you know, floating towards Alaska where a toothless Eskimo fished me out like a bundle of frozen sea weed.<br /><br />It's not that easy as it seems, I tried to interject<br />because I knew she wouldn't come up for breath for longer then a sea lion can hide from a ravenous polar bear.<br /><br />Don't interrupt my flow, I am the one who can see Russia from my bed room window, she bitched!<br /><br />Where was I ? Yap, I was fed raw fish gut and octopus eyes as a baby.<br />As a teenager I caught seals with my bare hands, once I wrestled a polar bear to the ground and boy did we shoot Moose like in a shooting gallery.<br />Wham, Bham and they were dead.They make such nice wall hangings.<br /><br />Another time I was out whale hunting with the guys, I was about 14 and there we run into a Russian boat and in the boat was Putin.<br />He was about my age and he gave me the eye, you know. I saw that he had a nasty heart and just gave him the finger because I was not that kind a girl.<br /><br />Whats your point Mother, I tried to interject but nobody could stop her now.<br /><br />She was like the Trans Siberian Express plowing through times long gone.<br /><br />I am the one who survived your father that old bugger, which is worst then 10 holocausts combined and raised three midget boys, three autistic girls and one homo.<br /><br />The happy seven they called us because people thought the circus was in town.<br /><br />At that point I shuffled my i-pod and lost track of time as my mother rattled on.<br /><br />I am sure she would make a great interview.<br />Maybe I'll consider it and let her go rogue for awhile<br /><br />She doesn't wear lipstick though but she does look a little bit like a pig.<br /><br />copyright 2008<br /><br />Ray Solar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339658645780894799-6512024659986176706?l=goingroguezine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The sustainable Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805838260231755917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339658645780894799.post-28821321890914966192009-12-03T17:59:00.000-08:002009-12-05T19:26:31.873-08:00Welcome to Going Rogue <br />a life style Zine for the MFB Community<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339658645780894799-2882132189091496619?l=goingroguezine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The sustainable Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805838260231755917noreply@blogger.com0