Great Mother Fucker Spirit

About this site.

2020-10-09T11:58:00.000-07:00

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'M Mast um . . . . i MEAN MEDITATING famous last words of my buddy pal Pascal aka "Om Premanath" to me before he sealed his fate to be my recurring intellectual punching bag.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'M MEDITIATING!"

BIG FOOT'S EROTIC ADVENTURES IS BY NATALIE DEE:

10/9/09 (the actual date when this original entry was posted, not the chronological date to bump this entry at the top of this fuckin' blog) However I have edited it since then.

UPDATE 04-27-11

First of all, I'd just like to say this site is at least as much of a tribute as it is a parody, a prank and a few insults here there and everwhere. There were image manipulated caricatures that were a fair use combination of Robert Crumb, Natalee Dee, Antoine St. Exupary. , and the photo on the great premanath's own website. ,
but some thin skinned chickenshit son of a bitch was making DMCA threats. Of all the people I've ever met personally, I've never met a bigger coward in my entire life. I'm only 5'6" 150 lbs and this son of a bitch is 6'0" 200lbs who has all the time and space in the world to hike about in the wilderness and stay athletic, but he can't even confront to my face like an adult human being.

I want to encourage my ole' Pal Pascal - the real "Myopic Maquis" who has categorically rejected this world of humans, whom he may or may not be part of, to go out and find a sasquatch lady to hop on and sire a new race of sentient beings to conquer the earth. I hope she gives him the time of his life. The Robert Crumb cartoon with, uh what's her name? Yeti Woman I believe. A big hairy sasquatch lady seems like the kind of enlightened romance he's more than capable of achieving with his big hairy un -circumcized exotic French dick!

All the rest of us mortal men just aren't nearly as well as endowed!

Quote from the original Myopic Maquis's 5/27/09 entry:

"

लव बेयोंद मेअसुरे

I am staying put, I have no future in this current world the humans are not ready for my gift I will come back into a form when they are ready to receive the gift I have brought for humanity"

http://premanath.blogspot.com

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maquis_(World_War_II)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_resistance

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Prince

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/emile_Henry_(anarchist)

(France Since 1871 with John Merriman)

http://www.youtube.com/user/YaleCourses#g/c/E653BF062C136B62

GREAT MOTHER FUCKER SPIRIT 1st Anniversary: Good luck and God forbid you get exactly what you want

2010-10-09T13:07:00.000-07:00

Judgemental finger pointing comments are now minimized here. I hate someone telling me about how he loves his celibacy, he worships Gaia, matriarchy, and female supremacy while at the same time telling me about how women treat him like shit, his mother was slut, and he's been cock blocked by abusive assholes his whole life. And I thought I was conflicted? Anyways. I have nothing else to write. I don't care anymore. I have enough problems of my own.

God forbid I ever pretend to put out a lovey dovey flowering front of spirituality with ridiculous polyanna bullshit when a fair portion of the world has fucked me over.

God forbid anyone ever pretend to be someone he or she categoricaly is not.

Removing some of the negative content:

2010-04-21T08:36:00.000-07:00

I feel one of the objectives of this site was to send a payback message to Pascal for pissing me off for no good reason. That objective has been fulfilled. It was such an easy cheap shot that I feel like I've been kicking a dead horse most of the Winter. Now it's time to kill this internet connection and enjoy the Springtime and Summer. So I've decided to remove some of the negative content off this blog temporarily, maybe even permanently. I had fun. In the end I really hope this blog site does Pascal more good than harm. If he can't appreciate "The Little Prince" caricature and the famous Antoine Saint-De Exupery quote paraphrasing"

"One sees only with the heart, everything else is invisible"

at the very fucking least than it's entirely his loss not mine.

- Karl

Anyways, even though it's probably just hot air, I can't in good conscience ever remove this quote for my own protection:

http://premanath.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-on-to-you.html

text of what he wrote verbatum:

"

Sunday, April 11, 2010
i am on to you
i will not hide my truth, i will confront you carl and we will see how so small you are. all your harassment just because i demand privacy and my right to it
http://primmyassth.blogspot.com/ this is slander, google may not agree but i will take this into my own hands, i dont need lawyers or the law when i have a pose [posse]? , been to the rainbow pot lucks lately huh carl? i think its time i go................."

Parodizing ole Pascal only gits better. My work is cut out for me. LOL

2010-04-05T23:13:00.000-07:00

http://www.watchmountainman.com/

Napolean at the Ziggy Piggy

2010-03-05T06:59:00.001-08:00

Napolean goes bowling

2010-03-05T06:56:00.001-08:00

Merrimam talks about American Tennis player commenting on "shrine of the little Dead dude" (a reference to Bill & Ted's excellent adventure)

scenes from John Cusack movie "Better off Dead"

2010-03-02T17:59:00.000-08:00

Poor Monique

2010-03-01T23:10:00.001-08:00

Canadian Lumberjack (French Lyrics too)

Why I never care to be a tourist in France

2010-02-08T23:20:00.001-08:00

Zouave Zig-Zag rolling papers

2009-11-23T13:19:00.000-08:00

" Thank you to all the French, North Africa, Black Africa, Indonesia, the DOMTOM have liberated France in particular during the landing in Provence and all the real Resistance. They were Bazan, white, black, yellow, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists and agnostics, but they died for our freedom. Then a question: would you have done the same? "

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Merci à tous les français, d'Afrique du Nord, d'Afrique noire, d'Indonésie, des DOMTOM d'avoir libéré la France notamment lors du débarquement de Provence et à tous les vrais Résistants. Ils étaient bazanés, blancs, noirs, jaunes, chrétiens, musulmans, bouddhistes ou agnostiques, mais ils sont morts pour notre liberté. Alors une question : en auriez-vous fait autant ??"

- Youtube commentary

How can I possibly resist finding a bunch of these classic French cultural warrior icons and putting em' all here?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zouave

The progress of the first regiment of Zouaves, which was then part of the African army, was composed in 1855 during the siege of Sevastopol. Headquarters where the army even became famous. Quickly adopted by the other regiments of Zouaves, which slightly altered the lyrics, the song has received a chorus and three additional verses after the Italian campaign of 1859. But as the song survived and the Zouaves did not die with the Second Empire, Baryshnikov thereafter, you find pictures of their campaigns in Asia during 14-18 or by example.
Lyrics:
Under the scorching sun of Algeria,
Our Standard floated quiet winner.
To cry for sea country,
From the north, he flies to face discipline.
Go! deploy wind of Crimea
Your sacred folds, my noble flag
Already blackened with powder and smoke
Foremost, you are the best.

Chorus:
Hooray! Hooray! my brave regiment!
The gun sounds and the trumpet sounds!
Hooray! Hooray! Zouaves forward! Hooray! Hooray! Forward! Forward!
Bang! bang! the arbitrary! The jackals are here.
The jackals, these brave warriors,
Who would not let the settlers barefoot.
Fifty cents per pair of shoes.
Come, come and meadows neighborhoods:
You will also find straps
Who are paid

Without fear, friends, you can tread the earth
Which sooner or later must cover our bodies
When we feel there's only good military
A royal body, a soul without remorse
Blessed is he who dies in battle
Under his flag, near his old friends
It's less noble funeral
And God blessed him who dies for his country

Refrain

Young soldiers, hopes of the Fatherland
That the virtues of those who fell
To conquer the land of Algeria
Serve as examples for your young pride
And when the great day for France
May you all, you are inspiring
Jump to fire a heart full of hope
And always keep the first rank

Refrain

Young beauties that winter sky gives
As spring gave the flowers.
From your pleasures, thin out the crown.
Dance merrily with your defenders.
But if suddenly occurs at a party,
An old jackal forehead scar,
A sweet smile paying your debt
He pays, children, the blood he has shed

Refrain

La marche du premier régiment de zouaves, qui faisait alors partie de l'armée d'Afrique, a été composée en 1855, pendant le siège de Sébastopol. Siège où cette même armée s'illustra. Rapidement adoptée par les autres régiments de zouaves ,qui en modifièrent légèrement les paroles, ce chant a reçu son refrain et trois couplet supplémentaires après la campagne d'Italie de 1859. Mais comme cette chanson survécut et que les zouaves ne moururent pas avec le second empire, s'illustrant par la suite, vous trouverez des images de leurs campagnes en Asie, ou durant 14-18 par exemple.
Paroles:
Sous le soleil brûlant de l'Algérie,
Notre Etendard flottait calme et vainqueur.
Au cri d'appel de la mer Patrie,
Du nord, il vole affronter la rigueur.
Va ! déployer au vent de la Crimée
Tes plis sacrés, ô mon noble drapeau,
Déjà noirci de poudre et de fumée
Au premier rang, tu seras le plus beau.

Refrain:
Hourra ! Hourra ! mon brave régiment!
Le canon résonne et le clairon sonne!
Hourra! Hourra! Zouaves en avant! Hourra! Hourra! En avant! En avant!
Pan ! pan ! l'arbi ! Les chacals sont par ici.
Les chacals, ces vaillants guerriers,
Qui ne laissaient pas les colons nu-pieds.
Cinquante sous la paire de souliers.
Approchez, v'nez prés des quartiers :
Vous y trouverez aussi des sous-pieds
Qui sont payés

Sans crainte, amis, on peut fouler la terre
Qui, tôt ou tard doit recouvrir nos corps
Lorsqu'on sent là, seul bien du militaire,
Un corps royal, une âme sans remords
Heureux celui qui meurt dans les batailles
Sous son drapeau, prés de ses vieux amis
Il a du moins de nobles funérailles
Et Dieu bénit qui meurt pour son pays

Refrain

Jeunes soldats, espoirs de la Patrie
Que les vertus de ceux qui sont tombés
Pour conquérir la terre d'Algérie
Servent d'exemples à vos jeunes fiertés
Et quand viendra le grand jour pour la France
Puissiez-vous tous, en vous inspirant
Aller au feu le cœur plein d'espérance
Et conserver toujours le premier rang

Refrain

Jeunes beautés qu'à l'hiver le ciel donne,
Comme au printemps il a donné les fleurs.
De vos plaisirs, effeuillez la couronne.
Dansez gaiement grâce à vos défenseurs.
Mais si soudain survient dans une fête,
Un vieux chacal au front cicatrisé,
Qu'un doux sourire acquittant votre dette,
Lui paye, enfants, le sang qu'il a versé

Refrain

Mes blogs histoire militaire et musique militaires, lieux d'auteres chants et articles qui font parler la poudre:

Robin Williams makes fun of the French

2009-11-23T12:42:00.000-08:00

Robin Williams French:

Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! I'm meditating

2009-11-06T13:09:00.000-08:00

Prayer and Meditation with the Myopic Maquis

http://premanath.blogspot.com/2009/01/meditation-instruction-free-to-all.html

The key to proper meditation is to properly arrange your settings in an orderly fashion with your shrine of idols and shitty artwork, sit on your fat ass like some Indian guru, listen to whatever relaxation or cool music you want, and eventually start piously prostating groveling chanting and praying and repeating certain sacred verses, going and on and at least pretending to ignore everyone around you like you don't give a fuck about them because after all your zealous puritanical pious jackass prostrations should automatically make you the "holier than thou", savior of the entire fucking world.

Anyone who distracts you in the slightest from your pious session of grovelling and conjuring the sun to shine out your ass like you always know it's suppose to do is automatically your enemy, even if you have hot wife who worships your penis,

because after all your time and needs are where the world revolves around, and everyone else is bullshit

Chant des PartisansChant des Partisans

2009-11-04T16:47:00.000-08:00

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chant_des_Partisans

French Lyrics

Le Chant des Partisans:

Ami, entends-tu le vol noir des corbeaux sur nos plaines ?

Ami, entends-tu ces cris sourds du pays qu'on enchaîne ?

Ohé partisans, ouvriers et paysans, c'est l'alarme !

Ce soir l'ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes.

Montez de la mine, descendez des collines, camarades,

Sortez de la paille les fusils, la mitraille, les grenades ;

Ohé les tueurs, à la balle et au couteau tuez vite !

Ohé saboteur, attention à ton fardeau, dynamite ...

C'est nous qui brisons les barreaux des prisons, pour nos frères,

La haine à nos trousses, et la faim qui nous pousse, la misère.

Il y a des pays où les gens aux creux du lit font des rêves

Ici, nous, vois-tu, nous on marche et nous on tue, nous on crève.

Ici chacun sait ce qu'il veut, ce qu'il fait, quand il passe ;

Ami, si tu tombes, un ami sort de l'ombre à ta place.

Demain du sang noir séchera au grand soleil sur les routes,

Chantez, compagnons, dans la nuit la liberté nous écoute.

La Complainte du Partisan (The Partisan)

2009-11-04T16:37:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTMe6-6VSuQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnu1AVcKL_c&

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oG4ndbhOkpI

résistance ffi maquisard chant des partisans leonard cohen et canta

Paroles de The Partisan
When they poured across the border
(Quand ils eurent traversé en masse la rivière)
I was cautioned to surrender,
(Ils me demandèrent de capituler,)
This I could not do ;
(Mais je ne pouvais pas faire ça;)
I took my gun and vanished.
(J'ai pris mon arme et j'ai disparu.)

I have changed my name so often,
(J'ai changé si souvent de nom,)
I've lost my wife and children
(J'ai perdu ma femme et mes enfants)
But I have many friends,
(Mais j'ai beaucoup d'amis,)
And some of them are with me.
(Et certains sont avec moi.)

An old woman gave us shelter,
(Une vieille femme nous a hébergé,)
Kept us hidden in the garret,
(Nous gardant caché sous la mansarde,)
Then the soldiers came ;
(Puis les soldats vinrent ;)
She died without a whisper.
(Elle mourut sans un murmure.)

There were three of us this morning
(Nous étions trois ce matin)
I'm the only one this evening
(Il n'y a plus que moi ce soir)
But I must go on ;
(Mais je dois continuer ;)
The frontiers are my prison.
(Les frontières sont ma prison.)

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
(Oh, le vent, le vent souffle,)
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
(A travers les tombes, le vent souffle,)
Freedom soon will come ;
(La liberté viendra bientôt ;)
Then we'll come from the shadows.
(Puis nous sortirons de l'ombre.)

Les allemands étaient chez moi,
Ils m'ont dit : "résigne-toi",
Mais je n'ai pas peur ;
J'ai repris mon âme.
J'ai changé cent fois de nom,
J'ai perdu femme et enfants
Mais j'ai tant d'amis ;
J'ai la france entière.
Un vieil homme dans un grenier
Pour la nuit nous a caché,
Les allemands l'ont pris ;
Il est mort sans surprise.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
(Oh, le vent, le vent souffle,)
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
(A travers les tombes, le vent souffle,)
Freedom soon will come ;
(La liberté viendra bientôt ;)
Then we'll come from the shadows.
(Puis nous sortirons de l'ombre.)

The French Resistance: The Silent Heroes of WWII

2009-11-03T12:48:00.000-08:00

The French Resistance: The Silent Heroes of WWII

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b41mliPt0Xo

John Lennon's birthday is today

2009-10-09T11:56:00.001-07:00

Myopic legend in his own right!.