Politico Mojo

Sometime ago at Eicar, a film school far far away (Paris, France), a friend of ours since the wee years of grade school got accepted and flew away. Excited for him, we promised to visit during the break to hang out and see the beautiful city of Paris that he would now reside in. “Well,” we thought, “since we’re all film makers let’s make a short film while we’re there.” Nothing big. Just a short few minute mini-dv thing with our friends. Well, that short mini-dv film grew out to be a steam boat that was damned to be pulled over a mountain.

Our ambitions got the best of us and the film grew and grew to be near thirty minutes long and to be shot on expensive super16mm. Now came the grip and lighting truck… oh, and location scouting… and casting.

It grew big and then exploded apart when the London metro bombings in July 7th 2007 the same day we happened to start filming a movie in Paris which primarily was set in the metro system. So naturally, out of concerns for national security, the French government upped metro security and revoked all of our permits which prohibited any shooting in the underground subway system.

Understandable… frustrating and depressing… but understandable. It could have been worse; we could have been filming the metro in London. So now what? Stop? Hold off? Wait. We just flew into Paris, we had all our other locations scouted and locked with permits and dates, we had rented all that equipment, got actors and crew, we had no fiscal funds to be able to just cancel the shoot and rescheduled. We had to push on –and by pushing on that meant that the screenwriter (i.e. me) would just have to write around the problem. Yeah, sure, no problem, rewrite every scene that takes place in the subway and put in something else. Easy right? Not when 60% of the film is based in the metro. When the subtext of the story revolves around the idea of a sort of underground purgatory, traveling but not truly arriving anywhere.

I pleaded we steal the shots: guerilla style. But if caught we could face a 10,000 euro fine and 6months in jail, or even get accidentally shot, because, lets face it, someone running around with a 16mm camera on their shoulder does kinda look like a bazooka from a distance.

That was out.

To make a long story short… rewriting the short was a long, lonely and terrible process… I was trapped in a hotel by myself while the crew shot scenes that didn’t revolve around the subway. That is, scenes that only really work because of the previous scenes that take place in a location we are not allowed to set foot in. Basically, it was the left hand not knowing what the right hand was dong. Let’s just say, I was getting phone calls from the director telling me that they need the next scene because they are moving on. That gave me about thirty minutes to quickly give them something I hadn’t written.

Romantic? An artist working in tense focus? Baptism by fire, right? Fuck that. That was writing hell, not because I had to write a lot because I knew deep down whatever I wrote I had to commit to. Communication on the frontlines with the crew, the spontaneity of what was available there location was unanswerable to me. Once again, the right not knowing what the left hand was doing. Paper is cheaper than film, you can always rewrite it.

I even recall one day they all insisted I hang out on set and “Write.” I ended up running out of battery power on my laptop and that had to pull a giant-like-refrigerator out of the grip truck (took 4 people to get it off the tailgate) to plug my laptop in. This huge load machine shooting out fumes of black diesel exhaust all to power a little PC. That is a lot of juice running to an appliance on my lap.

In the end, the editing process was another major rewriting process. A lot of stuff fell on the cutting room floor (some stuff that I am glad won’t be missed), and we managed to fool a film festival into accepting our now weepy melodrama as an international short film.

Our first film festival. Fairly descent.

I will not name the town or films less one of them rises up and strikes me down with a Hollywood.

So we arrive after a very long drive. Delirious and excited we make out way to the free hotel. Nice cozy, considering we are cramming 4 ragged filmmakers into a room without the hotel staff knowing. If you see a true independent film maker, feed them, they look homeless and dirty because they are. Apparently, we looked pretty shabby in our appearance to the rest of the town, audience members, and other film makers. We were the youngest ones by near half a decade, the average age ranged from film makers was 29-50, and the audiences were twice that. We stood out. It was very apparent that this town was a habitat for the silver crowned hairs and they didn’t care for rambunctious filmmakers because we had to pay for our beer.

There’s one thing a fellow filmmakers likes to do with other fellow filmmakers is get drunk, watch movies, and share the glory and horror stories of their own movie making experiences to one another because they are the only one’s who can understand. It’s a masochistic club really. An extreme bi-polar roller coaster, like gambling; the extreme enlightening intoxicating highs and the soul shattering self doubting doleful downs. David Lynch, the genius director behind Blue Velvet and Mulholland Drive, says that he finds it difficult to watch movies because he always too worried for the director. If he’s worried imagine how worried the film maker must be on the screening? About enough to need several nips of courage to get through the anxiety; and that is exactly what I did. All the time.

I was so nervous I didn’t want to look at people in the eye because I was afraid they saw my film. That is another thing. At film festivals when you first meet people they never look you in the eye first, it’s always at your belly where your film festival pass dangles with your name and what film you worked on. At fist you become self-conscious about your belly or wonder if your fly is down, it is confusing. But that’s how people gauge if they want to waste their time talking to you. Most of the time I would turn mine around so no one knew what film I was with. When my pass was facing the right way some nice elderly person would come up and tell me they liked my film, I would get all self-conscious and assume they were just being nice because they couldn’t wait for me to leave the martini bar.

When you meet other filmmakers and you are lucky to talk to somebodies movie you liked it is a charming experience. But when you have to make polite chit-chat with someone whose film sucked, it is an ice-pick in the forehead. “Tell, what you thought, be honest,” they would say playfully. No matter what you do NEVER TELL THEM THE HONEST TRUTH! It will piss them off inside and automatically your own movie will be sabotage. You can get someone to vote positive for your film just by getting them to like you. If they don’t like you the odds of pleasing an embittered critical filmmaker with your film is very unlikely. The whole point of a film festival is to be seen and network and hope to God that the next person who says they liked your film will be an agent or a producer looking for young blood to sign or (if there attractive) bang. That is very hard if you just start pissing people off left and right.

Which is what I made a point not to do… until probably towards the end.

I have a very distinct problem… I wear hats, have long scraggily blond hair, and I wear thick black glasses. I am a characterization of a film maker. And when you wear a black derby hat for a few days it becomes a beacon of “oh, it’s that guy.” The movie was called… we’ll call it, “Ripple Ef-uck.” We got tickets earlier because it had some great and unique independent actors in it… one just recently won an oscar. So we sat in front row (which was our habit because we would always get there late from the bar), the movie began and then ten minutes in I had a funny feeling inside my stomach… “wait a second, this is an awful movie,” I tried to hold the feeling back, it was early I was feeling experimental, and sympathetic for the director, I held my attention. Another ten minutes passed and I noticed that my crew left and walked out. We are talking about a packed house and the director was there watching. Now it was just me and my Derby hat silhouette. “I won’t walk out,” This man is an independent film maker and needs our support. Ten minutes after that I had it and walked out.

The hour that followed after the screening I got the dirtiest looks from faces that looked all to familiar. The ones that were in the theater picked me and shook there quiet heads. I had crossed a taboo line. It was interpreted as an insult. Me and my damn hat. I was too noticeable.

The problem with film festivals is you have ot buy your tickets in advanced. There are about over 30 feature films playing and nearly double that in short film programs. How are you suppose to know which ones are winners and which ones are losers? I reread the description of our own film and want to throw up. Somebody else put their own summary and missed the whole story and on top of that the still photo that they put up next to the plot summary is a production photo of people laying down dolly track. Now who wouldn’t want to watch that?

No one knows what film to watch in the beginning. They are all nearly unknowns. They guess based off the program and by the time they meet a filmmaker they find “interesting” or “charming” and want to check out their movie it is either sold our or not playing anymore. It can be hit or miss going into a festival blindly off the program. And that is all independent movies really are, hit and misses. They have blood sweat and tears in them but the audience doesn’t cares how it is made. They don’t want to know that they smoke and mirrors left you cut, bleeding, and blind. You are hear to entertain whether it be a train wreck or an angelic chorus. We all know that with independent film festivals there are inevitably going to be some farts but some might not stink as much as others. Was it a cinema made with fast-food film making intentions or an 8 course meal of movie sensational in it’s craft.

With that in mind our movie was more like a grape. It had the intention of being sweet and good for the blood but it got left out in the sun and turned into a raisin. Are we that house that hands out raisins to children for Halloween? Maybe. But I would rather hand out raisins to young film makers letting them know that the owner died trying to bring them wine.

As for that horrible feature which shall be forever be known to me as “Ripple Ef-uck” it won best feature at the award ceremony. We left right then and there without bother to hear the winners of the short film festival. We didn’t care. We knew we were never meant to win anything but I am glad to know that our film doesn’t deserve to be on the same stage as the winner.

Would I make another short and place it in a festival? Of course, but this time a comedy, so when they see me wandering down that red carpet with a martini in my hand they can at least know what I’m laughing at.

So Castro, the cute fuzzy teddy bear of the southern taboo island, has announce this monday that he is resigning his near fifty year rule over Cuba. The main question is… what’s next? Will the US/Cuban embargo continue? Is the long 40 year grudge going to be over? Are we going call by-gones by-gones? What the hell is going on with my smokes?Who do I have to assassinate to get a Cuban cigar? Cuban’s have almost a 98% literacy rate, a free-healthcare system, a good economy despite no US assistance or trade… so did the guy really screw up that bad? Over a third of the Cuban people have known no other leader… what will the future provide? But above all, will there be Cuban cigars for us? Or do we have to get them from English Vending machines like the rest of American Tourists?Oh well, but until then, here’s to you Fidel… you were a good leader, didn’t kill a lot of people, and you never let the Bay of Pigs get to you.  Cheers to the Beard! 

When porn doesn’t do it for you any more that’s when you might think you’d have to break up with your internet… ‘well, what else can it offer me?’ you may ask. Well, the web has a whole nother side of intellectual information and debate. There is more to your computer relationship than just the physical digital… there is the intellectually soulmating technique of information exchange.Thanks to such websites like myspace and facebook people can communicate with old friends, make new ones and even design their page to show their personality, such as: music favorites, movie favorites, and books… but wouldn’t it be great if there were a website like these sites where you could share your favorite videos and websites!! Enter del.icio.us and Stumbleupon!!!! These great websites enable people to communicate and share websites that pertain to their interests and your’s!No I no longer have to wander the web feeling emotional unfullfilled. With these sites I can meet people, see their interests and get exposed to wonderful new webistes that would have taken me days of searching to find.  I was fortunate to find a well versed and pretty hip character on the del.icio.us network called “zetawave.” Zetawave has been a member for years and has a listing of 2,194 items in his networks… that’s websites, photos, and videos that this person found and liked… and the best part is they all revolve around either politics, science, and humor… my favorite!!! I think I found my digital soulmate!Sure his Tags are a bit long and insane but they are specific which is good because I can find things from, “ AbuGhraib to Zogbipolis” (whatever that is… I guess zetawave can help me learn!!!) He has great website links on that campaign elections and his comments under the headings are helpful and very descriptive. One cool thing is he has a listing for over a hundred blogs that they liked… all of them have to do either with politics of art (my two favorite subjects). One website that he has listed that blew my mind is called BEA.GOV it is a government website devoted solely to the US’s economy and spending! It has a listing to anything in the deficit and budget of the United States! I had no idea such a thing could exist. It is kinda a scary to see where all the money is going but then again at least we the people can go online and have a right to know.And I never would have known if it weren’t for a wonderful website that connects people and the web called del.icio.us and a spunky little political friend called “zetawave.” Yes, siree, I think I found a reason to keep my computer around.Thanks zetawave on del.icio.us you are my rose!   

Tired of ruining my monitors with highlighting streeks from my wet yellow glowing pen I’ve fortunately been able to stumble upon a beautiful site called Diigo… or I like to sing Diiiiiiiiiigggggooooo! It is a wonderful little gadget that sinks in my tool bar and allows me to book mark pages, highlight information, and even add notes on webpages. This has been a life saver for me because I have such problems because I often forget these crucial web pages and I forget what was why I read it. Diigo is helping me hold together the random favored thoughts and opinions of the election as I surf through community links.
del.icio.us is a magical little tool that connects and links a community of people with the same interest online and they get to share web pages they were interested in. It is basically like a search engine but it cuts out all the bullshit and keeps the best of the best…

CiteUlike works in the same fashion. It is a web system that harbors all the web sites people have found and enjoyed and bookmarked and makes them available to people with the same interest.

With Diigo I can highlight and bookmark passages that I find even more relavant to my future papers!!

Papers of the future!!!

3.) My goodness, the internet has taken over! There is no way to hide the fact that children are getting smarter then their parents in the tech savvy computer world of unexplored ones and zeros. The odds are greater now that the next great on sight journalist may be a twelve year old reporting in his parents basement on their newest blog, posting pictures and videos documenting turning events because they were there first.

The age of digital journalism has arrived in the hands of all in the form of cell phones with cameras and instant Internet satellite link up. If an event happens – whether it be as small and petty as a high school cat fight or as epic as a terrorist attack, it will be documented and discussed by the masses. Educated or dimwitted everyone now has a digital pedestal to stand on and declare themselves worth comment. It is the closest thing to a true democracy in the communication of thought and global ideas.

The Internet is the perfect platform for the 21st century politicians who are trying to “reach the people.” Running candidates can now purchase web domain spaces for their homepage to help represent themselves, spread their ideologies and allow people to ask questions, post comments, open discussion forums, and even donate money. Candidates can even link their pages to other pages that praise their success and support their struggles to help add legitimacy. And yet the politician’s page, like a myspace page which only pumps up the individual’s ego and positive polished attributes, may disregard their unlikable attributes and ideas that some may find questionable. Who can keep track of all this information and help guide the sensitive mind of the internet surfer?

Enter the bloggers. Individuals all over the world who are compelled to let their voices and opinions be heard. There are hundreds of thousands of blogs postings regarding politics and exposing their shady dealings and impolite practices but how does one distinguish a blogger of worth from a blogger of dirt? Since it is the word that will set the world on fire, the only way a blogger can be judge is by the merit of their facts, insightfulness of their opinions, inspiration of their ideas, and text personality. A twelve-year-old blogger may have just as much to add to an eyewitness account as a veteran CNN news correspondent and during a political election it is anyone’s game.

The line of journalism is being blurred and I intend to help obscure the field by following and adding my own ramblings about the joys and pitfalls of being an observer and voter in the 2008 Presidential Elections.

1.) Arianna Huffington is a prestigious journalist turned blogger. Updated fairly daily on her websight www.huffingtonpost, Arianna Huffington present political news in an enlightening and analytical manner sprinkling bits of wit and humorous observations. Once a right-wing conservative, Arianna started shifting towards the democratic party through the years when she realized that “the republican party cared little for the less fortunate.” The shift towards the democratic party turned more into a more liberal political standpoint. This is what makes her blog so interesting and engaging, she has seen both sides of the political fence and lived to tell the tale. Her blog persona is not cocky or self-righteous but handles itself in a professional tone with a fun flair for wit making her political blogs highly regarded and entertaining for both their frank analysis and amusing quips.

The Huffington blog report has been posted and running since May 2005. The post have several topics that generally revolve around politics and world influence; from elections, energy crisis, laws, political scandals, and art that contain a political slant. Perhaps it is Arianna’s past involvements with both journalism and the entertainment industry that give her blogs an easy read. Blogs are original thought to be very impersonal and can be passive reads most of the time if the writer is not sparking any thought or emotional connotation with it’s reader. Arianna has an ear for good stories and how to tell them. When reading any blog there are always concerns about the legitimacy of facts in the digital post; a wonder about whether or not the sources are reliable do cross the readers mind while reading a Huffington post. Yet, Arianna Huffington’s blogs are just as good as any political analysis on the news if not better.

Since Arianna’s posts are on her own private webpage and does not require any support from an outside source she has the independence to be completely honest in her political critiques without having to worry about answering any editors or sponsors; something that feels lacking on today’s news channels. We wonder “are they telling us what they really think?” Arianna Huffington, tells it like it is and with her sense of political grace and comedy that makes the reader feel more like a friends then a blank consumer. She does carry fan base from her work with comedian Al Franklen and Bill Mayer on “Politically Incorrect” and along with NPR radio “Right, Left, and Center,” which maybe be responsible for the large click rate on her web sight. She has a strong sense of self-identity that makes her opinions worth reading, discussing and taking seriously.

In comparison, Andrew Sullivan, a writer for Time Magazine and now Atlantic Monthly, is considered one of the most prestigious and highest viewed bloggers in the world earning 40 million hits in one year according to its homepage. Where Arianna Huffington posts a blog once every day or every other day, Andrew Sullivan posts nearly a blog every hour from the early hours of the morning to the late hours of the night. Posting a blog nearly every hour of everyday seems like it would be psychological taxing because, well, it is. Sullivan actually had to take a month off from blogging saying “In deference to my relationship (and my sanity), I’m not blogging in the early hours any more… I blog when I feel like it… The pressure to promise something every day first thing no longer haunts me…“ Having over 300,000 unique visitors a month can put a lot of stress on any blogger to keep up their wit and interesting findings and to find something every other hour seems like their personal life would not exist. Sullivan is a true blogger in the sense that he is always online looking for stories of interest and importance.

Unlike Huffington, Andrew Sullivan’s blog postings are not just limited to his personal writings but to other journalists from all over the world. Sometimes Sullivan will just post a small blurb or an opinion followed by either a large article of a photo he discovered online other times he might relish in a long thorough opinionated comment. Either way, Andrew Sullivan has earned a very strong and prestigious platform amongst the bloggers of the world. He is truly respected and admired for his contribution to the information super highway.

2.) Sullivan and Huffington are news journalist who do not need to rely on a gimmick to get their blogs read, their personas themselves are enough. But what about the poor blogger who is an unknown and must find a method or gimmick, if you will, to rise above the heap? One page that is delivering a unique and fresh method of critique and political attacks in a fresh and fun manner is Political Limericks.

That’s right, political poetry. Not like there is any poetry in the actually primaries and candidacy but in expressing political frustration and ideas through poetry is something like finding a jewel in a bite of chocolate mouse cake (alarming at first but charming in observation.) Limerick Savant at:  http://www. limericksavant.blogspot.com/ is a political blog site devoted to the authors humorous limericks aimed to inform and mock the political situation. Who is this author…? well, they were nameless (as far as I could find) and only referred to themselves as “The Jester” and they reside in Cleveland, Oh, and they are young.

This mysterious nameless Jester quips about their purpose in their profile: My aim is to needle and pester ’Til puns I inflict start to fester.And now it appears I have four more years, Self-elected, to serve as court jester. Since there is a joke of a president in the white house it be suiting that a jester be the leader in political observation. Yet, this isn’t any ordinary jestering, this is witty and playful. It goes in circles around it’s prey (Bush) and mock it’s subject with intellectual superiority using puns, rhymes, and subtle grace of opinion. Unlike most liberal political blogs this sight has a warm fresh feel unlike anything I can find online.

How frustrating it is to find only angry banter and frustrating opinions where the discussion and blogs seem like a place just to let off steam instead of artistic influence. It is always one thing to attack with angry prose but to attack with poetry is something enlightening. The Jester has been “jesting” poetry for almost 4 years which is impressive because all of the limericks are unique compared to one another. The posts are fairly consistent and only add to the admiration of the author. Such a playful idea. It would be nice if these poems could be emailed to you everyday… if they were to be read to me I would imagine that the poems should be recited by an old mac robot voice… I don’t know why but I think the words and limerick would have a more devastating feel coming from an artificial voice.

In my quest to find an interesting and entertaining manner to express political thought and news this web page opens some ideas for me about how I could present my thoughts. If this author wanted to they could connect some of these limericks and compose a song out of some of them. The addition of musical notes would stress the message further… dissonance and organized chaos in treble cleffs and flat notes. Make a republican shudder with the blue note on poetry.I wonder how many republicans read poetry… let alone write it? Maybe during their prepubescent stage to get their angst out. I wonder what Condoleeza Rice poetry would sound like… probably very angry and sexually frustrated. George Bush poetry???? Probably about a pet goat. Such a refreshing political blog. I hope that more post come out as the election evolves. I would love to  post some poems (with the authors permission of course) on some topics if they relate.  How I would love to see some of this poetry graffitied on walls all around cities. Get the message out in interesting manner.

Whether you are a political journalist, a columnist who has way too much time on his hands or a young kid who likes to write political limericks, the internet is the new wall that everyone is reading and writing on. Online, everyone has a voice and an opinion and as hard as it may be to search through the hundreds of thousands of websites before you find that one literary gem it is still comforting to know that there are still a hundred thousands of people out their that are expressing their thoughts and concerns of the world in every conceivable manner. Hey if I can get a blog anyone can get a blog!

3 The internet has taken over. There is no way to hide the fact that children are getting smarter then their parents in the tech savvy computer world of unexplored ones and zeros. The odds are greater now that the next great on sight journalist may be a twelve year old reporting in his parents basement on their newest blog, posting pictures and videos documenting turning events because they were there first. The age of digital journalism has arrived in the hands of all in the form of cell phones with cameras and instant Internet satellite link up. If an event happens – whether it be as small and petty as a high school cat fight or as epic as a terrorist attack, it will be documented and discussed by the masses. Educated or dimwitted everyone now has a digital pedestal to stand on and declare themselves worth comment. It is the closest thing to a true democracy in the communication of thought and global ideas. The Internet is the perfect platform for the 21st century politicians who are trying to “reach the people.” Running candidates can now purchase web domain spaces for their homepage to help represent themselves, spread their ideologies and allow people to ask questions, post comments, open discussion forums, and even donate money. Candidates can even link their pages to other pages that praise their success and support their struggles to help add legitimacy. And yet the politician’s page, like a myspace page which only pumps up the individual’s ego and positive polished attributes, may disregard controversial ideas and intentions that some may find questionable. Enter the bloggers. Individuals all over the world who are compelled to let their voices and opinions be heard. There are hundreds of thousands of blogs postings regarding politics and exposing their shady dealings and impolite practices but how does one distinguish a blogger of worth from a blogger of dirt? Since it is the word that will set the world on fire, the only way a blogger can be judge is by the merit of their facts, insightfulness of their opinions, inspiration of their ideas, and text personality. A twelve-year-old blogger may have just as much to add to an eyewitness account as a veteran CNN news correspondent and during a political election it is anyone’s game. The line of journalism is being blurred and I intend to help obscure the field by following and adding my own ramblings about the joys and pitfalls of being an observer and voter in the 2008 Presidential Elections.

1 Arianna Huffington is a prestigious journalist turned blogger. Updated fairly daily on her websight www.huffingtonpost, Arianna Huffington present political news in an enlightening and analytical manner sprinkling bits of wit and humorous observations. Once a right-wing conservative, Arianna started shifting towards the democratic party through the years when she realized that the republican party cared little for the less fortunate. The shift towards the democratic party turned more into a more liberal political standpoint. This is what makes her blog so interesting and engaging, she has seen both sides of the political fence. Her blog persona is not cocky or self-righteous but handles itself in a professional tone with a fun flair for wit making her political blogs highly regarded and entertaining for both their frank analysis and amusing quips. The Huffington blog report has been posted and running since May 2005. The post have several topics that generally revolve around politics and world influence; from elections, energy crisis, laws, political scandals, and art that contain a political slant. Perhaps it is Arianna’s past involvements with both journalism and the entertainment industry that give her blogs an easy read. Blogs are a very impersonal and can be passive reads most of the time if the writer is not sparking any thought or emotional connotation with it’s reader. Arianna has an ear for good stories and how to tell them. When reading any blog there are always concerns about the legitimacy of facts in the digital post; a wonder about whether or not the sources are reliable do cross the readers mind while reading a Huffington post. Yet, Arianna Huffington’s blogs are just as good as any political analysis on the news if not better. Since Arianna’s posts are on her own private webpage and does not require any support from an outside source she has the independence to be completely honest in her political critiques without having to worry about answering any editors or sponsors; something that feels lacking on today’s news channels. We wonder “are they telling us what they really think?” Arianna Huffington, tells it like it is and with her sense of political grace and comedy that makes the reader feel more like a friends then a blank consumer. She does carry fan base from her work with comedian Al Franklen and Bill Mayer on “Politically Incorrect” and along with NPR radio “Right, Left, and Center,” which maybe be responsible for the large click rate on her web sight. She has a strong sense of self-identity that makes her opinions worth reading, discussing and taking seriously.

3 There are endless web pages of bloggers commenting their two cents about candidates and the election. As boring and mind numbing as it can be reading and listening to these ramblings by bloggers about political issues it is so important to find that persona and writing style that will suck the reader in and not make them want to click for more. A unique and fresh method of delivery critique and attacks is sought after. I recently found a page that illuminated a fun and fresh manner of political rhetoric. Political limericks. That’s right, political poetry. Not like there is any poetry in the actually primaries and candidacy but in expressing political frustration and ideas through poetry is something like finding a jewel in a bite of chocolate mouse cake (alarming at first but charming in observation.)Limerick Savant at:  http://limericksavant.blogspot.com/ is a political blog site devoted to the authors humorous limericks aimed to inform and mock the political situation.Who is this author…? well, they were nameless (as far as I could find) and only referred to themselves as “The Jester” and they reside in Cleveland, Oh.  This mysterious nameless Jester quips about their purpose in their profile: My aim is to needle and pester ’Til puns I inflict start to fester.And now it appears I have four more years, Self-elected, to serve as court jester. Since there is a joke of a president in the white house it be suiting that a jester be the leader in political observation. Yet, this isn’t any ordinary jestering, this is witty and playful. It goes in circles around it’s prey (Bush) and mock it’s subject with intellectual superiority using puns, rhymes, and subtle grace of opinion. Unlike most liberal political blogs this sight has a warm fresh feel unlike anything I can find online. How frustrating it is to find only angry banter and frustrating opinions where the discussion and blogs seem like a place just to let off steam instead of artistic influence. It is always one thing to attack with angry prose but to attack with poetry is something enlightening.The Jester has been “jesting” poetry for almost 4 years which is impressive because all of the limericks are unique compared to one another. The posts are fairly consistent and only add to the admiration of the author.Such a playful idea. It would be nice if these poems could be emailed to you everyday… if they were to be read to me I would imagine that the poems should be recited by an old mac robot voice… I don’t know why but I think the words and limerick would have a more devastating feel coming from an artificial voice.  In my quest to find an interesting and entertaining manner to express political thought and news this web page opens some ideas for me about how I could present my thoughts. If this author wanted to they could connect some of these limericks and compose a song out of some of them. The addition of musical notes would stress the message further… dissonance and organized chaos in treble cleffs and flat notes. Make a republican shudder with the blue note on poetry.I wonder how many republicans read poetry… let alone write it? Maybe during their prepubescent stage to get their angst out. I wonder what Condoleeza Rice poetry would sound like… probably very angry and sexually frustrated. George Bush poetry???? Probably about a pet goat.Such a refreshing political blog. I hope that more post come out as the election evolves. I would love to  post some poems (with the authors permission of course) on some topics if they relate.  How I would love to see some of this poetry graffitied on walls all around cities. Get the message out in interesting manner. Jester author… how do i find you? Keep writing! I will try too. Now where did I leave my old blog?

I know what you are thinking, “poetry? in Politics?…” no, no, not like there is any poetry in the actually primaries and candidacy but in expressing political frustration and ideas through poetry is something like finding a jewel in a bite of chocolate mouse cake (alarming at first but charming in observation.)Limerick Savant at:  http://limericksavant.blogspot.com/ is a political blog site devoted to the authors humorous limericks aimed to inform and mock the political situation.Who is this author…? well, they were nameless (as far as I could find) and only referred to themselves as “The Jester” and they reside in Cleveland, Oh.  This mysterious nameless Jester quips about their purpose in their profile: My aim is to needle and pester ’Til puns I inflict start to fester.And now it appears I have four more years, Self-elected, to serve as court jester. Since there is a joke of a president in the white house it be suiting that a jester be the leader in political observation. Yet, this isn’t any ordinary jestering, this is witty and playful. It goes in circles around it’s prey (Bush) and mock it’s subject with intellectual superiority using puns, rhymes, and subtle grace of opinion. Unlike most liberal political blogs this sight has a warm fresh feel unlike anything I can find online. How frustrating it is to find only angry banter and frustrating opinions where the discussion and blogs seem like a place just to let off steam instead of artistic influence. It is always one thing to attack with angry prose but to attack with poetry is something enlightening.The Jester has been “jesting” poetry for almost 4 years which is impressive because all of the limericks are unique compared to one another. The posts are fairly consistent and only add to the admiration of the author.Such a playful idea. It would be nice if these poems could be emailed to you everyday… if they were to be read to me I would imagine that the poems should be recited by an old mac robot voice… I don’t know why but I think the words and limerick would have a more devastating feel coming from an artificial voice.  In my quest to find an interesting and entertaining manner to express political thought and news this web page opens some ideas for me about how I could present my thoughts. If this author wanted to they could connect some of these limericks and compose a song out of some of them. The addition of musical notes would stress the message further… dissonance and organized chaos in treble cleffs and flat notes. Make a republican shudder with the blue note on poetry.I wonder how many republicans read poetry… let alone write it? Maybe during their prepubescent stage to get their angst out. I wonder what Condoleeza Rice poetry would sound like… probably very angry and sexually frustrated. George Bush poetry???? Probably about a pet goat.Such a refreshing political blog. I hope that more post come out as the election evolves. I would love to  post some poems (with the authors permission of course) on some topics if they relate.  How I would love to see some of this poetry graffitied on walls all around cities. Get the message out in interesting manner. Jester author… how do i find you? Keep writing! I will try too. Now where did I leave my old blog?   

A blog… a blog… so hard to figure these things out but I am going to try my best. I have no idea what happened to my original blog I created last week… I “lost” my password and I could not retrieve it because eduBlog did not recognize my username and email (even though when I tried to register with a new account with the same name it said that they “already exist.”  Well, screw you. Now I have to use my crappy name as my user name otherwise I might “lose it.” Now everyone is going to think I’m crazy.  Let’s reflect on how this might affect the elections. Oh, they won’t. Let the hunting begin for the next president… so many rocks to look under.Wonder if there is any room left? 

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