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       HELP! My Guru Died: Yet Another Cheap Idea To Let Rod Muck About

The loveable young Webmaster was surprised to learn that far into the night Rod was seen drinking martinis with Jay Hagan and Johan Grobbelaar (so they obviously are not the same person), however it has not been confirmed whether the sighting took place in Auckland, Louisville or Boise. Yet another sighting found him in Southern California, holding the hand of a chicken while they attempted to cross the road.

None of this does any of us here at ASPTL any good, we still have a chicken to feed and Flight Plans to get out. Who should we run into, while at the races, but that debonair denizen of deep thinking about depraved behavior, The Great, Great One, Swami Rami Salami. He did not, could not deny us his divine deity as we brought him yet another truckload of seemingly impossible questions to answer. We assume you to have a few questionable questions, if so send them to webmaster@mckuen.com and we’ll truck them to his oasis in Palm Springs; there, over green tea and mushroom burgers we’ll worm the answers out of him.

On with the wind.



Q : Swami, I am told you listen to titillation on the Internet, but what’s your opinion of pornography?

A : I have a pornograph, but it’s quite old and it is hard to find records that play on it. Is Titillation a new R&B group?



Q What is your recipe for a long healthy life?

A : Avoid Kenneth Starr.



Q : Swam, recently at group therapy, when our counselor was out of the room, we turned the session into a seance. We all held hands and tried to contact the living. Do you think there is any danger in this?

A : Let the living rest in peace.



Q : What is the difference between Swami Rami Salami and a lawyer?

A : Swami lives on milk of human kindness. Lawyers, bottom feeder.




Q : Why do people remember where they were when someone. famous was killed?

A : Swami say it is best to have an alibi, just in case.



Q : Swami, in my experience lots of people hear voices....look at Joan of Arc. My shrink tells me that I do not really hear voices...I only think I do. What do you think?

A : Hello, hello . . . testing, one, two, three. Come here, Watson, I want you.



Q : I have been toying with the idea of becoming a swami - is there anything I should know?

A : Sorry, Guru union closed to outsiders.



Q : Swami, some philosophical questions I don’t understand. For example, this whole thing about "if a Tree falls in the forest and no-one hears it, does it really fall"? I mean, what is THAT all about? If no-one was there cutting it, why would it fall, Unless of course it had root rot; in which case it’s far better that the tree be removed surgically rather than waiting for it to simply fall of decay. And then again there might have been beavers in the area chewed through it....possibly looking for dam materials, but they wouldn’t have been there if people were, so I guess it wasn’t the beavers, and no lumberjacks huh? It says no one is there! Is this a trick question? So why would I be in the forest in the first place to hear it, unless I was taking a walk! Oh, lightning!? A lightning strike could cause the tree to fall and I guess even if I didn’t hear it I could come back the next day and SEE it and that would prove that it actually did fall, 'cos I wouldn’t be in the forest if there was a storm, unless of course it was sudden and I was taken unawares and I was sheltering UNDER the tree at the time, in which case I would FEEL it if it fell, so it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t hear it, ............and I probably wouldn’t be writing this question!

A : And your question is?



Q : Hey Swami, whatever happened to Rod McKuen?

A : Who?



Q : Swami...I am appalled by the promiscuity of the young. What do you think of young people who stay out all Saturday night sowing their wild oats?

A : As long as there is enough for porridge in the morning, I see nothing wrong with young people working in the fields night planting.

Q : What would happen if you crossed a turkey with a computer Geek?

A : You’d get a turnkey. Hey, Swami can’t be winner every time.



Q : I need a new life, what is their number?

A : 911 unless you know what you’re looking for, then it’s 411.



Q : Swami - my husband and I have a problem, we would both like to have plastic surgery but can only afford one operation. What should it be a breast reduction or penile enlargement!?

A : Let HIM have the operation. YOU don’t have a problem [Guru can be sexist pig when necessary.]



Q : Dear Guru, Why did the chicken cross the road?

A : Chicken, Bob, have many reasons to cross roads. While I’m not sure which particular chicken you had in mind, though I could probably make an educated guess, perhaps as Dr. Seuss so beautifully put it::

Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes the chicken crossed the road,
but why it crossed, I've not been told!

Which leaves us with the following burning question, sent in by another true believer . . .



Q : Great, Great One, only you can puzzle out the answer to "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

A : When I want to seek the spiritual meaning of such questions, I often turn to The Bible. I found this in the 22nd chapter of Jefferson, Verse 798 begins "And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing and letting of lambs blood. (Come to think of it that might have been "The Macintosh Bible" I was reading.)



Q : Swami. This is a tough question. How can I tell whether my wife is really having an orgasm or is just faking it? Do you know?

A : She never fakes it with me.



Q. : Tucked in a drawer, under my husband Ron’s shorts I found a stack of telephone numbers on scraps of paper, next to each one was a notation [all men’s names] Joey, Alphonzo. Ken, Boyd & two Larry’s. What does this mean?

A : It means that in addition to cheating on you, he’s cheating on Dave.



Q : Dear Guru, I have had twelve love affairs in the past year, all of
them with losers, married men or drunks who left me. Do you think there is any hope for me in the future?

A : The Swami not sure of future, but you’ve had one hell of a past.



Q : I want to wear a black wedding dress. Is this so awful?

A: Not if you combine wedding with wake. Guru can give you two for one price on catering too.



Q: Dear Swami, Alley, Alley, Oxen Free.

A: Same to you, Buster.

                       - from HELP! My Guru Died, 1970, new material, 1998

notable birthdays Bud Abbott o Clay Felker o Mahatma Gandhi o Graham Greene o Moses Gunn o Groucho Marx o Spanky McFarland o Don McLean o Rex Reed o Sting o Paul von Hindenberg o Maury Wills
Rod's random thoughts Every generation gap should have some kind of bridge – even if it’s only made of love.

Because pride seldom lets us beg forgiveness, we must content ourselves with dying a little each time a door is closed.

The leanest naked body is the work of God and therefore a love object.

Marriage renders a man unique, virtuous and wise –
so does thirty years in a monastery.

LEAVING

Some of us were leaving
little towns and pretty places
(though we thought them ugly
                  at the time).
That is not to say
that we were special
set apart from those who stayed.
We were movers
      but of our own selves only.

Not unlike the cabbage
grown for city market
there came a time to be detached
          and trucked away.
And we went willingly.

Some of us went away just to
get away Some of us left
because horizons never stop.

Beyond each hill a new one
Waits and pulls us like
the hidden hands of love.

Some of us thought
we’d walk a little taller
if we walked away.

Some of us were driven off
some of us went driving off
and there were those who
couldn’t do or wouldn’t do
what those who stayed behind
                       were left to do.

Some of us chased shadows
dreams ambitions and as we
went we waved goodbye
                           forever.

Some there were who lived
in whistle stops
                     now deserted
but for the weekly train.
Some had never seen a train
and thumbed their way
along dirt roads
or slick new WPA highways.

But whether we rode off
in coaches or in cattle cars
or crouched beneath cabooses
shitting railroad ties
that engines up ahead
had only just now eaten,
we were leaving.

Most of us without exception
had no pre-determined destination.
There were jobs in Tonopah
logging to be done outside Seattle
and heading East
        you always came back rich.


Most of all there was
some living to be done.
Even I knew that,
ever since they built the road.

Mama shrugged and let me go
with some misgiving,
and I suspect a little pride.

                   - from "And To Each Season", 1972 - reformatted, 1998

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