Say No More


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PS: Keep voting for us at Michael [ahem] Bay-Rue-Bay Online, as usual, because he we are in a dead heat with Austin Bay (conservative columnist, bad).


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My heart is yours, Prof. B!


*sigh* Isn’t he dreamy?


done and done…

non sequitur:
no matter how one feels about the death penalty, it is indeed fucked up that arnold schwarzenegger is making life and death decisions in california these days.


Damn, and I can’t find my black Heaven’s Gate Nikes anywhere

PS: aj, you couldn’t be righter.


That’s not not me, that’s Steve Fuller in that pic, folks! Not me looks like this, or did just before I swept the air with my hyperextended left arm and knocked down all the Central Park Gates, dominoes-style.


Hey what’s with Steve Fuller’s XXL glasses?

They don’t seem to be….(wait for it)… Intelligently Designed!

(rim shot)


Well his razor sure idn’t


Somebody at this site asked me why I stay here when the prevailing beliefs are so antithetical to my ideology. I have already spelled out a couple of reasons, but this graphic led me to think of another. Sadly, I find bittersweet inspiration at “Sadly, no!”. More specifically, I find that the threads themselves, matched with particular photos , clever witticisms and graphics, though they are used to promote the wrong ideology, often border on brilliant.

Though I was inspired to write the following song by another visual stimulus, a painting that my wife did, it was the above photo and the above graphics that inspired me to finally release it as a free mp3.

This song is about those, unlike Steve Fuller, who look at the world in a myopic way, refusing to seriously consider that it is bigger and broader than can be accounted for by material phenomena alone. In this song, Betsy is the archetype of a mypopic female Doubting Thomas. Please forgive the rough nature of the recording. To reach the song, hear it, and download it for free, cut and paste the link below.

The Heavens, To Betsy
words and music by Dr. BLT (c)2005


You guys used to tear my songs apart piece by piece, saying I have zero talent, and and then ridiculing me to no end. It would take me days, if not weeks, (or even months in the case of “Great Sex” Can Ruin Your Life) to recover from the emotional damage. You, know, now that you all just ignore me and my songs, I kind of miss the days when I was wasn’t getting any respect.


This is one of my fave Gavin photoshops.


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