No Crawfish Pie Today, Only Cajun Cheesecake

This is a brief film showing some of our Cajun girls, and our lovely swamp country:
Ms. Dana Holyfield is the nice lady who made this movie. She can be reached at
danalouisiana@yahoo.com.



Her website is here. You can go there to order her full length movies.













Cajun Sexy Cooking Video Cookbook On DVDSexy Cajun Girls
CAJUN SEXY COOKING
Video Coming Soon To DVD
From the publisher of the original Cajun Sexy Cookin' Cookbook,

She has a movie trailer about a documentary on the Honey Island Swamp creature, (not to be confused with the Money Island Swamp, where your VoodooLawyer lives.) This is a link to her movie trailer about the Honey Island Swamp creature...Spooky!!

Scrutible Enough

Most folks here in the swamp prefer being alone...that's why we live in a swamp. But, people being people, plenty of swamp residents congregate in little groups, same as any place. We have the lesbian vampires, the renegade chinamen, the undead soul singers, all types of little groups.

Most of these little groups live in the Bottom, a couple hundred acres of high ground here in the swamp. Generally dry year round, its a popular spot for sociable types. Me, I rarely go there, crowds make me nervous. As far as the swamp goes, the Bottom is about as crowded as it gets.

Like, one group living in the Bottom is these renegade chinamen. Those folks are so old fashioned, they don't mind being called "chinamen," though I notice no one calls them "renegade" to their faces. These chinamen, I mean Chinese people, originally came to Mississippi to work on Delta plantations. There's three or four of them living in the Bottom, the oldest one, grandma, is said to have been old when she got to the swamp a hundred years ago; I don't know, I wasn't here then. All I know is they say the renegades ran off from the cotton plantation they were working on,and made their way to the swamp with nothing but a four foot wok.

I figure grandma must be 180 years old, at least. She spends most of her time playing a special two handed Mah Jong that she dreamed up with Edwin Edwards, I mean, not Edwin Edwards but a silver haired, silver tongued Cajun ex-governor of the kind of state that would elect a silver haired, silver tongued Cajun as governor. Anyway,we all call him "governor." He's supposed to be in a federal pen, but seems to spend most of his time in the Bottom. The governor and grandma play their Mah Jong for days at a time. They bet a mountain of cash money, there must be four or five million in hundred dollar bills on the table at any given moment when those two are playing. You should see those two...the crafty Cajun versus the ancient Chinese. A clash of the craftiest of civilizations, played out under the live oaks and spanish moss. Grandma hung that wok up nearby, every so often she claps her hands, and a little Chinese boy runs out and bangs the wok...it sounds like a gong, and echoes through the woods in the bottom. That's how you know she's winning.

Its nice, 'cause the governor talks all he wants, and grandma never says a word..., they just play the tiles for hours and days and trade piles of money back and forth. I don't know who's doing the governor's time for him in the pen, but here in the swamp, he ain't a bad neighbor. He's tolerant. I notice, though, that grandma keeps a sharp eye on that Cajun while they play.
For more about the Mississippi Chinese see this first hand account ; a good book on the subject is The Mississippi Chinese, by James Loewen, available from Waveland Press, Waveland, Mississippi. Here is another book, Lotus Among the Magnolias, published by University Press of Mississippi. This is an excellent account of the Chinese Mississippians from from the Mississippi Historical Society. Be sure and read this, it has a source list at the end. If you haven't been to the Mississippi Delta, you might be suprised upon entering a little country store to see that the proprietors are Chinese (NY Times article). We used to trade at a Chinese grocery in Marks, Mississippi, which had a take out window in the back. This is a nice article about the Pang family in Marks. It is good to have Mississippi Chinese around, if only by keeping an eye on the gov...

Ironically, It Isn't Even True

Ry Cooder, international collaborative musician, has teamed up with the traditional Ecuadorian folk group Ironic Pussy. Their new album, "Wry Cooter," will debut here in the swamp next weekend.

Book Corner/Black and Red All Over

In the book corner, next week's featured featured author will be Michigan writer Sleeping Bear. Known as "The W. E. B. Du Bois of the Plains Indians," Sleeping Bear will be in the swamp reading selections from his classic work The Soles of Blackfeet. A book signing will follow.

Neighbors/Outliers

This is what it looks like around here, out past the swamp, when you get to the crossroads store where they leave the mail...if Hurricane Bertha brings floods, I hope these two get stuck on my porch with me, I could use their positive outlook.

Two Revelations

Since we mentioned John the Revelator, here is the song, as sung by Mr. and Mrs. Blind Willie Johnson, and with the purported lyrics below.


We had to include Son House's version as well, don't miss the numerology lesson early on...


The lyrics below are Blind Willie Johnson's version of "John the Revelator".

[call] Well who's that a-writin'? [response] John the Revelator
Who's that a-writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that a-writin'? John the Revelator
A book of the seven seals

Tell me what's John a-writin'? Ask the Revelator
What's John a-writin'? Ask the Revelator
What's John a-writin'? Ask the Revelator
A book of the seven seals

Now who art worthy, thousands cried holy
Bound for some, Son of our God
Daughter of Zion, Judah the Lion
He redeemeth us, Jesus bought us with his blood

Now tell me who's that a-writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that a-writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that a writin'? John the Revelator
A book of the seven seals

Well what's John a-writin'? Ask the Revelator
What's John a-writin'? Ask the Revelator
What's John a-writin'? Ask the Revelator
A book of the seven seals

John the Revelator, great advocator
Get's 'em on the battle of Zion
Lord, tellin' the story, risin' in glory
Cried, "Lord, don't you love some I"

[Repeat verses 4 & 5]

Well Moses to Moses, watchin' the flock
Saw the bush where they had to stop
God told Moses, "Pull off your shoes"
Out of the flock, a-well-a you I choose

[Repeat verses 4 & 5]

Come To Me, Bertha

Here in the swamp, folks are getting nervous about this new hurricane. When God starts spinning those storms from the voodoo coast of Africa, people around here pay attention.


We all know how much is in a name for a hurricane. Those who survived the Cold War knew Komrad Katrina would be bad news; likewise, any storm with a name as southern as Camille was destined to be legendarily destructive.
Now, we learn that the feds have named this newest storm "BERTHA." The name alone strikes fear and terror into the hearts of those who remember Jimmy Castor, the greatest prophet since John the Revelator. Remember Jimmy Castor's words, like flaming arrows of truth, burning spears of prophesy, as he described the coming apocalypse. Jimmy Castor was mocked back in the 1970's as a novelty song act, and BERTHA BUTT BOOGIE was thought to be the worst of the bunch.



True Believers, however, could readily discern the message of hurricane doom contained in the Jimy Castor song: "Her hips hummin in the wind, The ground started shakin'- no grass grew where she'd been." These descriptions of desctruction brought on by a "BERTHA BUTT BOOGIE" are now viewed as the unmistakable warnings of 2008's Hurricane Bertha.


The National Hurricane Center declared at 5:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time tonight "We can now confidently predict that Hurricane Bertha will make landfall as a category 6 storm that will devastate the southeastern United States: we anticipate a storm surge that will reach Atlanta, Georgia."

So many people acted as though Jimmy Castor was some sort of nut, but look now, as his truths are now being revealed as true: Below is rare footage of Jimmy Castor preaching his message in 1972.


That was, of course, Troglydyte. (Note that Castor's use of a pointer, easel and white board represents the first ever "multi-media" music video.) Here is a link if the embed doesn't work)(And here is another link to a full length, very strange movie version of Troglydyte.) Trog was followed up by the even more clearly prophetic Bertha Butt Boogie, seen here:

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