Cinco De Mayo...?

Hmm... I don't think I've ever - everrrrrrrrrr - blogged about this, on any blog of mine, throughout the TLB Prime Network and its notorious (if not always luminous) rich history...!

Maybe it is time to atone for that oversight - here and now?  

Alright... Let's go! 

As a luminous history buff, 

I truly have no excuse 

not to have delved into this before...

ESPECIALLY 

given the fact that 

thanks to the deranged creativity 

of Georges and Lucases 

the masses at large are, nowadays, 

totally confused about these things... 

...which leads to terrible hangovers, for the majority, on the next day...

(simply adding up the 14% with the 18% and the 35%...)

Suffice it to state, here -in blog; luculent blog!- it is the .5% 

that is correct: Cinco de Mayo is, very nearly, 

the ''300'' of Mexico! 

(...must have inspired the adaptation of ''Seven Samurai'' 

into ''The Magnificent Seven'' also...

but that is another story!)

And now that is cleared out...

Maybe we can get down to the important stuff, nowadays: 

the reason to party.

One of those bands time has forgotten 

but that I vaguely recalled -always- 

as their tune on the subject seemed to always be on 

whenever the radio would be turned on... 

''Wall of Voodoo'' 

was that band - and their seminal hit, 

a timeless piece of music if there ever was one, 

is called... ''Mexican Radio'' - what else? 

(Never mind that it sounds like some other 

nation and culture completely...!)

We can still chug down tequila to that... no?!?

Then again - I'd sooner skip the tequila 

...skip Sleeping with the Sirens...

Too much tequila can lead to such nightmares...

That was for the voodoo part 

(never mind that it has nothing to do with Mexico...)

now for the WALL part...

(the one Drumpf still dreams of seeing built 

- and the hombres pay for it? 

Yeah... rrrrrright.)

...

Knowledge of Today - New Light of Tomorrow!

My luminous and preferred screensaver, by the way: 

And what can go best with that luminous quote from Mrs Wharton 

other than some equally luminous music from a luminous band: 

Husky Rescue 

is such a great band...

(...was...?)

For 10 years - one's been my motto
And for 10 years - the other, my mantra!
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Onze Anos

Dia por dia - é exatamente isto: 

foi numa quarta-feira, da tarde, que aconteçeu... 

E nunca mais foi a mesma coisa, para nôs todos, 

nâo é... pai. 

Onze anos para nôs aqui baixo...

Onze dias para ti, ai em sima... 

Acredito. 

E nunca me esquecerei...

Os teus assassinos ainda nâo foram punidos. 

E eu nem teem vontade de puni-lhes. 

A Vida vai se encarregar disto. 

Deus Todo Poderoso É A Vida. 

Isto marcado na tua sepultura, pai - 

''Jesus É A Nossa Vida'' 

Isto é Uma Bença para nòs 

e é uma malediçâo para eles... 

Nòs temos sò é que continuar a fazer do nosso melhor 

no tempo que temos aqui, nesta terra... 

Como tu fizeste sempre, pai...

Sempre Por O Melhor

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Networks: None Too Brilliant

Unbelievable what some folks do - and these peeps are IN CHARGE...?!?

Take the network executives and creative minds behind SNL - both!  After the shootings of two black men and the ensuing protests, chaos that followed - PLUS the mass shootings in Dallas that cost the lives of five policemen. What does NBC and SNL decide to do? They go right ahead with their plans: rebroadcast an episode featuring guest-host Melissa McCarthy, which has this particularity about it that it begins with such an odd idea for a skit - white people unable to accept that some black celebrities are... well, black! Presented as a mock-trailer for another horrible Hollywood would-be blockbuster movie, this piece of crap that should have stayed at ''bad idea'' pile of scrapped written skits not only got done BUT IT GETS REPEATED NOW - AFTER ALL THAT TRANSPIRED?

Please tell me WHO are the morons responsible for such decisions...?
And how did they even land those JOBS...?!?

Of course the ''girly-ghostbusters'' film is coming out - and of course they want to cash in on this opportunity to underline that the entire cast is pretty much SNL-derived...  Of course this has aired before - and OF COURSE you have to be able to laugh at just about any subject; to ease tension, to change things...

But there is a time and a place - for everything.

And this... is a bad time now.

Hell, even ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT has become dead serious all of a sudden, talking about the last few days as a period best described as ''AMERICA IN CRISIS''...

If they know - howcome NBC doesn't know?
The would-be leader in network television news (pre-CNN era) has fallen to the level of competitor FOX...?  Sure seems that way: because it is as clueless as the other guys can be!

Racism in America is going out of control - turning it into ridicule may be one way to make the masses come to their senses BUT IT CANNOT BE DONE RIGHT AFTER A MASSACRE OF THE KIND...  (Hey, the Boston Massacre also had only 5 victims; the media back then called it a massacre, I certainly can on this luculent blog of mine, too! It is the luminous thing to do.)

WAKE UP AMERICA -
for while you are killing each other senselessly like that, your true enemies are readying themselves to deliver the final blow...

No idea who your true enemies are?

Then it is already over for you...

Makes sense, though: with sources of information as you have them...

But that... is another story.

S.M.A.C.K. : Stolen Memories Alert - Christmas Kaput

The original print of this photograph 

-a sentimental favorite of all the women in my life- 

was to be found inside my old wallet 

that I had retired from active duty 

a while ago, already...

This shot was taken many, many years ago indeed - 

I was not even a wee bit lad at the time 

but little more than a little child, 

especially by today's standards 

that see grown men in their twenties 

prolonging their teenager waywardness 

almost into infinity indeed

- that is, when they are not pushing drugs 

or pushing up daisies, already...

One or two of those turds 

that specialize in exactly this  

have my old wallet now - 

that is, if they didn't discard it already.

And, alas, I do not expect them 

to have had the courtesy and decency 

of dropping it off near a mailbox 

much less inside of one- 

so that it could be returned to me, 

along with all the precious mementos 

that it does contain... 

How could they have such a thought, even, 

when they are but turds and scumbags? 

But that is another story...

Along with this old favorite print, 

other prints and plenty of nostalgic, 

personal things of no worth to you 

but of immense value for me - 

membership cards, mementos yes, 

-so many various elements that made it 

a veritable time capsule 

representative of my life and times- 

were to be found inside that wallet;

but what was not in there were 

the ''carte-soleil'' 

or my SIN...

Or even any credit cards 

that weren't already to discard! 

There was practically nothing in there 

of true value to you, thieves! 

There was some cash in there, sure; 

but even that had more nostalgic value to it 

than actual monetary value.

Roughly 200$ - if one equates it to 

the local wretched currency - 

but also two bills with impressive numbers 

(100 and 50) 

that are legal tender in Jamaica, really:

hence it is only about 1.50$ of value!

All of these had their true value 

in the memories they brought me 

of travels with my wife... 

And the promise of repeating that -

eventually, in the future... 

But not yet - no, not just yet; 

that is another story, too...

Damnable ladrâos! 

Malditos imbéciles! 

Blasted wretches by any other name - 

in any other language! 

Why, oh but why did you have  

to get it into your numbskulls 

to try and pilfer from *me* 

on the threshold of these 

holidays of 2015 - 

easily one of the most 

''up and down'' years 

of my entire LIFE?

WHY, you morons??? 

The question is not only ''why'' but 

HOW - as in ''how did you dare 

and purport to lay claim to 

ANYTHING that is MINE'' 

- you accursed lowlives?

No, there is no love lost for humanity here no more; 

no luculence left, no luminescence...

The little boy with the cute little smile has left now 

He is replaced by the Avenger

and Justice Seeker: 

AND VENGEANCE 

- ALONG WITH JUSTICE - 

SHALL BE MINE!

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Bananniversaire...

''POTA'' or really P.o.t.A: Planet of the Apes! 

DUH...

Makes me rather think of THIS:

Thanks, Josh Blue!

And FB...

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Reminder...

What Glitters Can Be Luculent - 

But Isn't Necessarily Luminous

Case in point:

In a nation that is rife with such fairs and festivals 

in astronomical numbers such as to make one 

lose complete track of time - and more - 

especially in the hellish season of winter,

The ''Festival of Lights'' comes into the picture  

fairly late and somewhat under-publicized as well... 

That is because it caters to a most particular 

as partial crowd -  and yet, it is a diverse crowd too 

which includes the Sikh, Hindu and Jain... 

One could jest that the Jedi belong in there, as well:

for, surely, George Lucas has found much 

to inspire him in this, here...

For it certainly wasn't just buddhism 

that did it for George - no, sir...

But that is -of course- another story.

The craftmanship of the above collectible

has got to be lauded, certainly - 

as it strives to combine elements 

from every culture it is to touch the hearts of.

There is a maple leaf there, after all, 

with, at its center, a diya 

which is a clay lamp 

symbolic of the diwali festivities.

As described on the website itself, these are 

''key central elements that illustrate 

the blending of multiple cultures'' 

indeed.

The descriptive text is even more laudable,

than the coin itself, for us, 

as it continues to put the emphasis 

on that all-important aspect 

as it makes mention of the flame too:

''the flame at the centre of the design 

reflects the essence 

of the Festival of Lights, 

its light radiating outwards 

like spokes on a wheel 

that are framed by a ring 

of maple leaves'' - no less!

And, as you know, reflecting light 

as radiating it 

are two very important things for us here...

We were captivated 

by the words, rather than the coin 

or the festival itself...

The Festival of Lights, 

also known as Diwali 

is about one thing, above all: 

the celebration of good triumphing over evil. 

That is the unquestionable unifying trait 

binding this tradition in each and all of 

the cultures mentioned and omitted here.

''Every faith has its own Diwali legends''

says the text found accompanying this 

sales pitch for a gold coin here...

It is for ''an incredible diverse ethno-social group'' 

which celebrates the Diwali in Canada 

that such a coin was crafted...

Is it coincidence that the obverse art is by a Canadian

while the reverse art is by a true Diwali ''reveller''...?

Perhaps - does it matter anyways?

That the Diwali is such a big deal in Canada now 

underlines quite spectacularly the fact 

that this poor confused nation 

has reached a peak in its self-identity crisis;

it truly is a ''cultural mosaic'' 

with all sorts of pieces glued together 

much like a crazy quilt is thrown together in haste

by a senile granny without much wits left... 

And so it is now -

and so it has come to this: 

Happy Diwali Canada

:-!

now please don't tell us 
this wasn't clear enough...