The Green Book

a6a6I know I can be,
at times, rather
hyper sensitive
to certain kinda stuff.

But, on those days
when I’m feeling4trav
particularly fucked with,
I try to remember
that there are
many large groups of
fellow human beings
who are/were fucked with
much more mercilessly
by almost everybody else.

Ever heard of
‘sundown towns’ ?

It meant that if you
were a person ‘of color’,
— it was a place that was
dangerous to be in after dark.

Just driving through
one of these towns
at night could get you
arrested, harrassed,a5a
killed even.

And NO,
not just in the
Southern United States, either —

— there were more ‘sundown’
towns in the Midwest and
North than in the South.

There were sundown towns
in Canada and Mexico, too.

The Negro Travelers’
Green Book was aa2a
travel guide published
between 1936 and 1967,
by the Victor H. Green Co.
for the express purpose
of giving directions to
and the addresses of
gas stations, motels, and
restaurants that were
open to folks of all colors.

It first came to be published
by a black man who
had plenty of problems
travelling cross-country,a5aa
and decided to do something
to help other folks travelling
in similar cimcumstances.

And it was an
practical solution,

— was both effective
and popular —

and widely available
at many gas stations,
motels, book stores etc.

The real question onea7a
must ask, though –

Why should a thing
ever have had to exist
in the first place?

Let’s try to love
one another, dammit.


!!! HOY !!!






Christmas Leftovers

deadrobinforluckI got a note from one of
my regular readers that
we didn’t hit Christmas
this year with our usual verve –

– and I guess that’s true…
we do usually run it
completely into the ground,
until you just wanna throw up —
— sorta like they do with those
commercials featuring ‘Flo’
or that damned reptile…..

and of course,
while we here
at the Müscleheaded Blog
consider making our readersscrewy
feel a bit queasy is all
part and parcel with
what we do around
here on a regular basis…

… still, we thought we’d
give y’all a break.

— But —

Some observant
wisenheimer had to go
and jinx the whole thingshave
by noticing we were
trying to be nice guys
about it..

You woulda thought
you woulda learned
your lesson after
complaining aboutsantablimp
the small Christmas
bonus last year-
cause you got nothing
at all this year.

Be thankful
and remain silent,
that’s what I always say.

sausageWell, actually,
I don’t say that–

— ’cause I was the
big-mouthed loser
who complained about
the damned bonus.


Take it for
what it’s worth.

In this case,
nuprobably nuthin.

(Like these folks are wearin.)

We do have a couple of
cool images our readers
have sent in that missed
the Annual Muscleheaded
Blockbuster Christmas
Blog Schedule deadlines —

–and it would be a
damned shame to
have to wait until
next year to use them,
because they genuinely
ARE weird or unique, halchrist
and because we’re
all about instant
gratification around here,
ya know.

My friend Katie is responsible
for the first two.

I’m told that a dead robin
was supposed to be good luck
in Victorian times.

I guess sending a
postcard would obviously
smell a lot better
than the real thing.

We’ve also got:

A Creepy Christmas Card With Owls future
(A design left over
from Halloween, I’ll bet)

Santa in a Blimp 
(I don’t think that
ever caught on )

Santa in a Rocket Sled
( I don’t think that’ll
catch on, either)

A Nudist Christmas card
(Apparently it was
a thing in the 50’s)

A Guy Shaving For Christmas
(It takes a village, I guess ) cat

A Riveting Christmas With Rosie
(Screwy and Wearing Pants )

A Bad Pun About Sausage 
(Yeah, is there
a GOOD pun ?)

A Somehow Still Relevant Political Card
(Santa can’t beat
the bags under her eyes)
An Evening Out With The Clauses 
(Boy, she looks
totally different in civvies )

And our finale —

Another Bad Pun
About Big Boobs 
( … yeah, the pun maybe –
but there’s no such thing
as bad big boobs.)

!!!! HOY !!!!!!