sorry I've been somewhat absent. still moving to the great white north.
it's the last weekend, I pray. good posting, you guys. so nice to see the spewing in such sweet directions. wouldnt it be amazing if a few corporations did some ceo lynching when it became necessary.
that would certainly turn a few bottom lines upside down in a good way.
"if we the people dont get to run things, you sure as hell dont either, sahib!"
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
McCain Aide's Firm on Freddie Mac's Payroll
http://www.truthout.org/092408J
suckier and suckier by the day.
anyone hear obama speak?
no wonder mccain doesn't want to have the debate friday. what a chickenshit. obama will whip his ass all over the place and the bushies know it.
there's really nowhere to hide. but what someone here said before was right. once they brought in the rove machine (same one that once gave mccain the royal smackdown shit treatment) things turned around for him.
suckier and suckier by the day.
anyone hear obama speak?
no wonder mccain doesn't want to have the debate friday. what a chickenshit. obama will whip his ass all over the place and the bushies know it.
there's really nowhere to hide. but what someone here said before was right. once they brought in the rove machine (same one that once gave mccain the royal smackdown shit treatment) things turned around for him.
CEO righteously bludgeoned by mob of laid-off Indian workers
Think we're ready for some of this freakiness?!
To quote Bridget Fonda's character Melanie in 'Jackie Brown' - "Shit, I'm impressed!"
To quote Bridget Fonda's character Melanie in 'Jackie Brown' - "Shit, I'm impressed!"
it's a neighborly day in the beauty wood
The Crime Of Committing Journalism
what people like my midwestern family tend to forget: facts can be verified and there is an acceptable protocol for doing so. i think what they must believe is that experts are full of shit because everything can be twisted, so, just go with your gut, because the truth takes too much digging.
they're partly right. i remember being extremely frustrated in the early 90's just starting out in the world, because i'd been born and bred in republican waters and was basically faithful, but _knew_ something was amiss. however, i had no world experience, no compounded knowledge of events over the course of decades, no personal observation of cause and effect, and no way to check facts without running to the public library ten times a day, which i also couldn't do. i also had no teacher, no role model who wanted to take the time to help me make sense of things. the things my dad preached at the dinner table made sense to a point, then abruptly stopped making sense (just like everything else he did). so without the internet, i was stuck. i had no idea what to believe. all i knew was that if i had to choose sides, which in a two party system you must, the democrats usually seemed the lesser of evils to me, and made more sense overall. but i distrusted my instincts because i was inexperienced and had no way to easily check facts or even verify the evidence supporting rumors.
and then along came the internet. i got my first computer in 1999, my first real computer upon which i could do searches adn other computer-type stuff (before that i had a basic black and white screen computer which i could send email on but do nothing else, thanks to a genius friend named carl who rigged it up for me).
and lo and behold there's a box you can type a question in: and all kinds of answers come back. google.
and also, by that time, i'd been listening to All Things Considered for about 10 years. so i'd had plenty of news, and was beginning to see the writing on the wall. in my fuzzy vision things were beginning to take shape. i also had some life experience, so i was beginning to know the kind of things people said, and how they looked, when they were lying. as any cop will tell you, it's a skill you've gotta have for your own safety. it's a skill my dad truly does not have, i think. which might explain why he believes the lies my stepmom tells him about me; but also, he is a liar himself. so it's really complicated as to who's zooming who between the two of them. but what i do know is that they both fervently support Bush and all Red White and Blue republicans, who they believe are the only ones who are red white and blue, and not just red.
the rest of us are "dangerous" "Liberals" who are trying to "destroy our country."
a friend who lives in japan tells me the US is still a place where people enjoy relative personal freedom. which gives me hope.
anyway, so for a long time i've really been trying to educate myself as to what is going on. it's a nasty compulsion at times because there's only so much i can do about the Big Bad World. i start thinking about all the things i can't do to influence the big picture, and forget to tend to my own little life. but at least i'm interested.
and the education my dad paid 60 thousand dollars for didn't teach me the things he expected me to learn, and neither has life itself. he was definite on wanting me educated. but what i've learned is not something he wants to hear, so he puts his hands over his ears and sings, "la la la la la la la" all day long, and sends me a book for my birthday labeling my beliefs fascist. "just ignore the title," he wrote in an email.
i wrote him an email with the subject line, "you're an asshole," and said, just ignore the subject line.
i didn't send it, though.
this is why older men are so great and tim in particular is amazing. he's got 20 years on me, of watching the world go by, and his analyses and references are devastating. he can truly remember the same facts which fall out of my head, because in the end i'm less cerebral and more intuitive and can't argue my way out of a paper bag. but he can. my political knowledge is deeply informed by the things he's taught me. if i could have anything in the world, would i want him to be 20 years younger so we would have more time together? i'm not sure i would.
anyway, it's another beautiful day in the neighborhood, and it's time to go see Io the parrot.
what people like my midwestern family tend to forget: facts can be verified and there is an acceptable protocol for doing so. i think what they must believe is that experts are full of shit because everything can be twisted, so, just go with your gut, because the truth takes too much digging.
they're partly right. i remember being extremely frustrated in the early 90's just starting out in the world, because i'd been born and bred in republican waters and was basically faithful, but _knew_ something was amiss. however, i had no world experience, no compounded knowledge of events over the course of decades, no personal observation of cause and effect, and no way to check facts without running to the public library ten times a day, which i also couldn't do. i also had no teacher, no role model who wanted to take the time to help me make sense of things. the things my dad preached at the dinner table made sense to a point, then abruptly stopped making sense (just like everything else he did). so without the internet, i was stuck. i had no idea what to believe. all i knew was that if i had to choose sides, which in a two party system you must, the democrats usually seemed the lesser of evils to me, and made more sense overall. but i distrusted my instincts because i was inexperienced and had no way to easily check facts or even verify the evidence supporting rumors.
and then along came the internet. i got my first computer in 1999, my first real computer upon which i could do searches adn other computer-type stuff (before that i had a basic black and white screen computer which i could send email on but do nothing else, thanks to a genius friend named carl who rigged it up for me).
and lo and behold there's a box you can type a question in: and all kinds of answers come back. google.
and also, by that time, i'd been listening to All Things Considered for about 10 years. so i'd had plenty of news, and was beginning to see the writing on the wall. in my fuzzy vision things were beginning to take shape. i also had some life experience, so i was beginning to know the kind of things people said, and how they looked, when they were lying. as any cop will tell you, it's a skill you've gotta have for your own safety. it's a skill my dad truly does not have, i think. which might explain why he believes the lies my stepmom tells him about me; but also, he is a liar himself. so it's really complicated as to who's zooming who between the two of them. but what i do know is that they both fervently support Bush and all Red White and Blue republicans, who they believe are the only ones who are red white and blue, and not just red.
the rest of us are "dangerous" "Liberals" who are trying to "destroy our country."
a friend who lives in japan tells me the US is still a place where people enjoy relative personal freedom. which gives me hope.
anyway, so for a long time i've really been trying to educate myself as to what is going on. it's a nasty compulsion at times because there's only so much i can do about the Big Bad World. i start thinking about all the things i can't do to influence the big picture, and forget to tend to my own little life. but at least i'm interested.
and the education my dad paid 60 thousand dollars for didn't teach me the things he expected me to learn, and neither has life itself. he was definite on wanting me educated. but what i've learned is not something he wants to hear, so he puts his hands over his ears and sings, "la la la la la la la" all day long, and sends me a book for my birthday labeling my beliefs fascist. "just ignore the title," he wrote in an email.
i wrote him an email with the subject line, "you're an asshole," and said, just ignore the subject line.
i didn't send it, though.
this is why older men are so great and tim in particular is amazing. he's got 20 years on me, of watching the world go by, and his analyses and references are devastating. he can truly remember the same facts which fall out of my head, because in the end i'm less cerebral and more intuitive and can't argue my way out of a paper bag. but he can. my political knowledge is deeply informed by the things he's taught me. if i could have anything in the world, would i want him to be 20 years younger so we would have more time together? i'm not sure i would.
anyway, it's another beautiful day in the neighborhood, and it's time to go see Io the parrot.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
janice dickinson is a bat outta hell?
i swear i saw
this
woman almost run me down this afternoon while i was walking in my neighborhood.
she was in a black explorer (?) and as i was crossing the street she came flying out of nowhere, coming down the street so fast, i was in the middle of the street before i saw her, walking across. neighborhood street, but lets out on fountain, which is a major east/west corridor. so i'm in the middle of the street, walking along in my green and white dress with buster in a little cage on my arm (taking him to see Io, the neighborhood parrot, at the Mickey Hargitay Plants on the corner, which is one of the most beautiful places to go and breathe oxygen in this hood).
anyway, i'm halfway across already and i stop, to make sure she's gonna stop, and believe me i look both ways when stepping out, too many peds get mowed in this town. (and being a traffic reporter i get to hear about em.)
she's going maybe 50. with about 25 yards to go. and i stared her down, the way tim does when we're crossing the street and he puts on his mean, challenging, don't-fuck-with-me-i'm-a-big-guy face, when someone's doing this, coming on at full speed even though you're walking and it's a neighborhood.
it's too dangerous to walk, without making eye contact with drivers, and california drivers are pretty mellow and pedestrians are pretty mellow and i get people waving and smiling at the birds when i take them out, or if i let a car pass i'll get a nod and a thanks, and normally, because i'm chickenshit, i wouldn't stare directly at a woman coming on like gangbusters in a big black SUV with dark glasses and hair and lips like Angelina J.
but i didn't back down. held ground for me and buster bird. stared her down, don't you dare screw with me and my sweet baby.
then today i open my edition of the Globe which i grabbed at the store cause it's got that great photo of palin totin' arms in red white and blue bikini (see below). and inside is a photo of this woman and the black SUV and it looks exACTly like the one i saw today and exactly like the woman. the globe had a photo of her parking in a handicapped space. and as you'll see from the link, she's quite a charmer!
whore-ay for hollywood!
on the other hand,
this
is pretty cool. skin is always good.
this
woman almost run me down this afternoon while i was walking in my neighborhood.
she was in a black explorer (?) and as i was crossing the street she came flying out of nowhere, coming down the street so fast, i was in the middle of the street before i saw her, walking across. neighborhood street, but lets out on fountain, which is a major east/west corridor. so i'm in the middle of the street, walking along in my green and white dress with buster in a little cage on my arm (taking him to see Io, the neighborhood parrot, at the Mickey Hargitay Plants on the corner, which is one of the most beautiful places to go and breathe oxygen in this hood).
anyway, i'm halfway across already and i stop, to make sure she's gonna stop, and believe me i look both ways when stepping out, too many peds get mowed in this town. (and being a traffic reporter i get to hear about em.)
she's going maybe 50. with about 25 yards to go. and i stared her down, the way tim does when we're crossing the street and he puts on his mean, challenging, don't-fuck-with-me-i'm-a-big-guy face, when someone's doing this, coming on at full speed even though you're walking and it's a neighborhood.
it's too dangerous to walk, without making eye contact with drivers, and california drivers are pretty mellow and pedestrians are pretty mellow and i get people waving and smiling at the birds when i take them out, or if i let a car pass i'll get a nod and a thanks, and normally, because i'm chickenshit, i wouldn't stare directly at a woman coming on like gangbusters in a big black SUV with dark glasses and hair and lips like Angelina J.
but i didn't back down. held ground for me and buster bird. stared her down, don't you dare screw with me and my sweet baby.
then today i open my edition of the Globe which i grabbed at the store cause it's got that great photo of palin totin' arms in red white and blue bikini (see below). and inside is a photo of this woman and the black SUV and it looks exACTly like the one i saw today and exactly like the woman. the globe had a photo of her parking in a handicapped space. and as you'll see from the link, she's quite a charmer!
whore-ay for hollywood!
on the other hand,
this
is pretty cool. skin is always good.
Monday, September 22, 2008
it's all creepy
here's my other offering for today.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Northwoods
"Operation Northwoods, which had the written approval of the Chairman and every member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, called for innocent people to be shot on American streets; for boats carrying refugees fleeing Cuba to be sunk on the high seas; for a wave of violent terrorism to be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami, and elsewhere. People would be framed for bombings they did not commit; planes would be hijacked. Using phony evidence, all of it would be blamed on Castro, thus giving Lemnitzer and his cabal the excuse, as well as the public and international backing, they needed to launch their war."
James Bamford, Body of Secrets
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Northwoods
"Operation Northwoods, which had the written approval of the Chairman and every member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, called for innocent people to be shot on American streets; for boats carrying refugees fleeing Cuba to be sunk on the high seas; for a wave of violent terrorism to be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami, and elsewhere. People would be framed for bombings they did not commit; planes would be hijacked. Using phony evidence, all of it would be blamed on Castro, thus giving Lemnitzer and his cabal the excuse, as well as the public and international backing, they needed to launch their war."
James Bamford, Body of Secrets
Hot/Readiness/Lipstick/Power
Explaining how she felt when John McCain offered her the Vice-Presidential spot, my Vice-Presidential candidate, Governor Sarah Palin, said something very profound: “I answered him ‘Yes’ because I have the confidence in that readiness and knowing that you can’t blink, you have to be wired in a way of being so committed to the mission, the mission that we’re on, reform of this country and victory in the war, you can’t blink. So I didn’t blink then even when asked to run as his running mate.”
Isn’t that so true? I know that many times, in my life, while living it, someone would come up and, because of I had good readiness, in terms of how I was wired, when they asked that—whatever they asked—I would just not blink, because, knowing that, if I did blink, or even wink, that is weakness, therefore you can’t, you just don’t. You could, but no—you aren’t.
That is just how I am.
Do you know the difference between me and a Hockey Mom who has forgot her lipstick?
A dog collar.
Do you know the difference between me and a dog collar smeared with lipstick?
Not a damn thing.
We are essentially wired identical.
So, when Barack Obama says he will put some lipstick on my pig, I am, like, Are you calling me a pig? If so, thanks! Pigs are the most non-Élite of all barnyard animals. And also, if you put lipstick on my pig, do you know what the difference will be between that pig and a pit bull? I’ll tell you: a pit bull can easily kill a pig. And, as the pig dies, guess what the Hockey Mom is doing? Going to her car, putting on more lipstick, so that, upon returning, finding that pig dead, she once again looks identical to that pit bull, which, staying on mission, the two of them step over the dead pig, looking exactly like twins, except the pit bull is scratching his lower ass with one frantic leg, whereas the Hockey Mom is carrying an extra hockey stick in case Todd breaks his again. But both are going, like, Ha ha, where’s that dumb pig now? Dead, that’s who, and also: not a smidge of lipstick.
A lose-lose for the pig.
There’s a lesson in that, I think.
more here:
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/09/22/080922sh_shouts_saunders
Isn’t that so true? I know that many times, in my life, while living it, someone would come up and, because of I had good readiness, in terms of how I was wired, when they asked that—whatever they asked—I would just not blink, because, knowing that, if I did blink, or even wink, that is weakness, therefore you can’t, you just don’t. You could, but no—you aren’t.
That is just how I am.
Do you know the difference between me and a Hockey Mom who has forgot her lipstick?
A dog collar.
Do you know the difference between me and a dog collar smeared with lipstick?
Not a damn thing.
We are essentially wired identical.
So, when Barack Obama says he will put some lipstick on my pig, I am, like, Are you calling me a pig? If so, thanks! Pigs are the most non-Élite of all barnyard animals. And also, if you put lipstick on my pig, do you know what the difference will be between that pig and a pit bull? I’ll tell you: a pit bull can easily kill a pig. And, as the pig dies, guess what the Hockey Mom is doing? Going to her car, putting on more lipstick, so that, upon returning, finding that pig dead, she once again looks identical to that pit bull, which, staying on mission, the two of them step over the dead pig, looking exactly like twins, except the pit bull is scratching his lower ass with one frantic leg, whereas the Hockey Mom is carrying an extra hockey stick in case Todd breaks his again. But both are going, like, Ha ha, where’s that dumb pig now? Dead, that’s who, and also: not a smidge of lipstick.
A lose-lose for the pig.
There’s a lesson in that, I think.
more here:
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/09/22/080922sh_shouts_saunders
I am the Angry Auntie
The Angry Auntie, above. not my artwork. found it online, sorry for not publishing the artist's name, can't remember.
a friend of mine asked why i'm so bitter (about the family?). the thing about them is that i don't think you ever confronted your parents with things. i told my father a few years ago about some things that went down when we were little, that our stepmom did to us, thought he should know. he basically told me to get over it and deal with it myself.
the reason i brought it up is because it's the same now as it ever was, and i can't do that stuff anymore. i want life not to be bitter. i really can't go visit those guys and pretend that it's all just OK. that's what he wants. and i literally can't even manage even one more single visit or phone call with any of them. it's that fucked up. and not because of what happened in the past, but because of how they behave now.
but letting go of my fantasy of what kind of "family" i have back "home" has not been easy. if anything i'm disgusted at the fact that i feel so disappointed that i do not have sisters i can talk to, a brother who will visit me, or any of the happy hallmarky things that he and my stepmom like to pretend we have.
but all through it i've visited, sent gifts, written, made phone calls, all the while playing along and only privately asking my dad---over and over again--to please talk about things in front of the whole family. what i have wanted is for my dad to talk to my little sister and brother about the fact that melissa and i have a mother who matters. yes, she died when i was 9.
but she mattered then and she matters now. they refuse to talk about her at all and raised the kids to believe we were all one family. the kids understandably are very offended at the fact that i want recognition of my mother's importance. i mean, it was serious, they put everything away, all photos, never talked about my mother again, and now at age 40, i realize how important my mom is in my life.
she gave us so much love and caring.
i hate being the bad guy for asking that this be recognized. i have been calling my stepmom by her name for years because i really need this to be known. because of this she has frozen me out, even though i even tried to talk to her about it and let her know it takes nothing from her.
just because i care about my mother doesn't mean i want to dis anyone else. but i've just realized that anyone who really wants to get to know me, needs to know my mom is important to me.
you wouldn't think that would be so much to ask, ya know?
anyway, that's what i'm dealing with. if i didn't give a shit it wouldn't be so hard. but i do and it is. so there ya have it.
anyway, i don't have kids, but i do have a nephew and nieces. and i am, The Angry Auntie.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
been there, hated that
one of the great things about being the last limb on the family tree is once everybody dies you dont have to deal with their crap any more. I have one sister who's full of shit...we say 2 words to each other every year: merry fuckin christmas. okay, 3 words.
the other sister and I have a wonderfully cynical relationship.
I know I'm fucked up. I can see the debris of fucked uppedness all around me as I move outta here. I work my way through it. of course I'm depressed and it's fun to think of how my family encouraged me to be this way. being the last limb means youre at the bottom of Shit Hill.
still and all, I enjoy my own company a lot. I enjoy the company of a few others. could be worse. I dont think I'm more fucked up than 75% of the general population and it's gettin late in the day for serious counseling.
so, I'll die fucked up. at least now I know I'll die in a cleaner place.
which reminds me of a willie nelson joke.
a man goes to the doctor after a few routine tests and the doctor says matter of factly, "your tests came back. youre not gonna make it."
"that's kinda cold, doc. isnt there anything I can do?"
"well, you could take mud baths 5 times a day."
"and you think that might turn things around?"
"no, but it'll get you used to the dirt."
the other sister and I have a wonderfully cynical relationship.
I know I'm fucked up. I can see the debris of fucked uppedness all around me as I move outta here. I work my way through it. of course I'm depressed and it's fun to think of how my family encouraged me to be this way. being the last limb means youre at the bottom of Shit Hill.
still and all, I enjoy my own company a lot. I enjoy the company of a few others. could be worse. I dont think I'm more fucked up than 75% of the general population and it's gettin late in the day for serious counseling.
so, I'll die fucked up. at least now I know I'll die in a cleaner place.
which reminds me of a willie nelson joke.
a man goes to the doctor after a few routine tests and the doctor says matter of factly, "your tests came back. youre not gonna make it."
"that's kinda cold, doc. isnt there anything I can do?"
"well, you could take mud baths 5 times a day."
"and you think that might turn things around?"
"no, but it'll get you used to the dirt."
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Headline
That is a lot of typing about a headline. I would disagree about the Washington Post being a conservative newspaper. If you are looking for a conservative "newspaper", check out the Moonie-owned-money-losing-enterprise- known as the Washington Times. Really would work better for you, I think. I will put the link to what I read yesterday here http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/09/19/AR2008091903604.html
You will see that this article clarifies the ad is yet another lie perpetuated by the McCain campaign. John really has lost his sad, pale, saber-rattling brain this week. If I were a video editor, I would be having a field day romping with the McCain clips. Is that not a great song title?
As much fun as I had with photogenic, tabloid-fodder Palin, she has faded to nice background graphic in the National Enquirer, not to be compared with the real, mind blowing, world -wide, front page story of the Bush administration. I couldn't have asked for a bigger kiss on the ass of George Bush. His legacy is assured I assure you. The Bush years will live forever in history. Heck of a job Brownie.
Friday, September 19, 2008
very clever
political messages printed on google's front page. you know that customized google thing. tim has it on his computer. and google "news" has a section with a blaring headline, "Obama's Fannie Mae Connection...." from the ever-conservative (sic) Washington Post. very nice. i think i've seen this elsewhere, too, maybe MSN's front page. what a propoganda wallop to greet you first thing in the a.m. just a little nudge to make you wonder. "what about that connection? what if it's real? maybe i should check that out. maybe i should follow that wild goose chase of facts that can't be checked with sources who are "anonymous" and find out what's up that guy's sleeve. he's black, you know. they really can't be trusted, those people. or maybe i won't follow up, maybe i'll just see that it's the washington post reporting this, see? they're a big newspaper, so they must be legitimate. because wouldn't they get in trouble with the law for reporting lies? a newspaper can't really do that, can they? print lies? when a newspaper says a "source" told it, surely that means a reliable source, or one without an agenda, because would a newspaper really put its name on the line if the source wasn't good, couldn't be checked?
"and so...that must mean that there is something to this obama thing. because a big paper like the washington post wouldn't print something like this, if it weren't true. if it wasn't darn sure of its sources.
"but then again...this is the liberal media. we all know they're liberal, all those reporters and commies and knuckleheads who write about things rather than actually doing them....so what the situation probably really is, is that there is something serious with that skinny black guy, i know there's something funny about him, i just feel it in my gut. and the washington post is going easy on it because they're liberal after all. and probably they have to play it safe. so there's another reason to trust what's in the washington post. and also assume there's more to this than allegations. where there's smoke, there's fire, after all.
"and those libs probably feel sorry for the guy, so they probably are actually doing a favorable piece, in light of the reality of whatever those charges are. so i would bet that, not only is there something true about the story, but that it's much deeper and more serious than they can actually report, being as they want to save face for him. commies. they're all overjoyed because it's a black man. these people idolize anyone who isn't their own color, they're on this kook wagon thinking every underdog has got a heart of gold. but i've been around black people, and i know. out in euclid there's a lot of colored now. and what they all say is true, they're angry people and they got an attitude. and if this guy gets in, there's gonna be a whole lotta black people thinking they can start running things where they have no business.
"i mean, just stop and think about it. think about it. all those colored people thinking they're so big all of a sudden. you know what that'll be like. it'll become cool to wear your hair in cornrows, or whatever those things are called. those little tiny braids, they look so stupid, white girls are going to start doing this now, it's all gonna be about black, black, black, black. and our kids are gonna start thinking black kids are cool, and god forbid maybe bring one of the home and well, good lord, if all this happens, we'll deal with it as it comes, god help us all.
"the really scary thing is those angry black women, those mean-looking low-voiced uppity bitches, with their great big behinds, and, well, those, so many of them are so heavy in front, and sometimes they wear those clothes, tight clothes that hug the buttocks, and it's just so, so...indecent....carrying their big purses, swinging their asses....they wear all those colorful loud clothes, loud, tasteless....they have no clue about style, style should be classic and refined and elegant and restrained, don't give away too much of the shop, but these women, they play up their curves and wear the bright colors and you can see them coming a mile away, Sheena queen of the jungle, i saw one of em once who was really, not bad for a black woman, she had these eyes that really frightened me, they were big and black and, but she smiled, and it made me feel like, young again, like, and that was really a bother, because i love my wife and some darkie woman like that, she's nothing, but you know, some of them display themselves in such a, such a slutty way, a man can't help thinking, and a man's got eyes and needs and i think they know what they're doing, they're teasing us, and that's just not right, it's low, it's evidence of the criminals those people are."
who was it said that news is just basically "gossip"? thoreau?
"but the washington post, now, that's a paper. print journalism is the most serious kind, after all. so i'm really glad i saw that headline and did some real thinking on this. because you've got to think. people don't stop to do that anymore, but i'm the kind of person who makes time for it. because it's important to keep things running smoothly in a way that's best for us all. most people are morons. someone's got to do it, and it ends up being people like me."
Thursday, September 18, 2008
the move
I'm 6 days into a 10 day move.
my ankles are already ready to quit. every night, covered in dust, weeding through infested places I had no idea were there. I live in a place full of stuff I used to think had potential.
I'm beginning to think a totally different guy used to live here. some guy who used to think he would start a classical brass quintet and an octoberfest chili cook-off band who dreamed about making his own boat while opening his own original art gallery.
later for all that. I'm busy enough as it is.
time to get back to work. it's closet time.
my ankles are already ready to quit. every night, covered in dust, weeding through infested places I had no idea were there. I live in a place full of stuff I used to think had potential.
I'm beginning to think a totally different guy used to live here. some guy who used to think he would start a classical brass quintet and an octoberfest chili cook-off band who dreamed about making his own boat while opening his own original art gallery.
later for all that. I'm busy enough as it is.
time to get back to work. it's closet time.
the real mccain
watching nightline on the change in mccain.
no longer the populist riding the bus known as the straight talk express, no longer the shoot from the hip speechless campaigner...starting with the bushmouth sarah speech at the RNC circus, it's become all too obvious.
karl rove has come out of retirement. the bush/cheney backroom crew is back at the wheel. mccain has signed on as the bush clone, hoping the success of the bush team will catapult him over the blast walls surrounding la casa blanca.
how nightmarish. please please, America, kill this monster.
and here's a mccain commercial promising to reform wall street.
unbuhfuckinglievable.
what slime balls. what amazingly transparent bastards. the guys who created this economic disaster promise to go after the guys who created this economic disaster.
they think over 50% of america is blind. and, dammit, it may be.
this is a huge step backwards. even george couldnt kill roe v wade. if these guys get in, bye bye choice. bye bye family planning. hello abstinence only rape babies, the death of social security, the rise of those who have already made it to the top.
the rise of ruin. john and sarah fiddle around while america burns.
is this what we have to do? go all the way back to the way america was at the dawn of the 20th century so we can do all this again??? really???
no longer the populist riding the bus known as the straight talk express, no longer the shoot from the hip speechless campaigner...starting with the bushmouth sarah speech at the RNC circus, it's become all too obvious.
karl rove has come out of retirement. the bush/cheney backroom crew is back at the wheel. mccain has signed on as the bush clone, hoping the success of the bush team will catapult him over the blast walls surrounding la casa blanca.
how nightmarish. please please, America, kill this monster.
and here's a mccain commercial promising to reform wall street.
unbuhfuckinglievable.
what slime balls. what amazingly transparent bastards. the guys who created this economic disaster promise to go after the guys who created this economic disaster.
they think over 50% of america is blind. and, dammit, it may be.
this is a huge step backwards. even george couldnt kill roe v wade. if these guys get in, bye bye choice. bye bye family planning. hello abstinence only rape babies, the death of social security, the rise of those who have already made it to the top.
the rise of ruin. john and sarah fiddle around while america burns.
is this what we have to do? go all the way back to the way america was at the dawn of the 20th century so we can do all this again??? really???
saying obama voted to raise taxes 94 times...oh did he.
McCain’s campaign and the Repubulican National Committee keep putting this out there. It’s a lie.
FactCheck.org breaks down these “tax increase” votes”
Twenty-three were for measures that would have produced no tax increase at all; they were against proposed tax cuts.
Seven of the votes were in favor of measures that would have lowered taxes for many, while raising them on a relative few, either corporations or affluent individuals.
Eleven votes the GOP is counting would have increased taxes on those making more than $1 million a year - in order to fund programs such as Head Start and school nutrition programs, or veterans’ health care.
The GOP sometimes counted two, three and even four votes on the same measure. We found their tally included a total of 17 votes on seven measures, effectively padding their total by 10.
The majority of the 94 votes - 53 of them, including some mentioned above - were on budget measures, not tax bills, and would not have resulted in any tax change. Four other votes were non-binding motions related to conference report negotiations.
from http://alan.com/
thank god for alan colmes.
FactCheck.org breaks down these “tax increase” votes”
Twenty-three were for measures that would have produced no tax increase at all; they were against proposed tax cuts.
Seven of the votes were in favor of measures that would have lowered taxes for many, while raising them on a relative few, either corporations or affluent individuals.
Eleven votes the GOP is counting would have increased taxes on those making more than $1 million a year - in order to fund programs such as Head Start and school nutrition programs, or veterans’ health care.
The GOP sometimes counted two, three and even four votes on the same measure. We found their tally included a total of 17 votes on seven measures, effectively padding their total by 10.
The majority of the 94 votes - 53 of them, including some mentioned above - were on budget measures, not tax bills, and would not have resulted in any tax change. Four other votes were non-binding motions related to conference report negotiations.
from http://alan.com/
thank god for alan colmes.
wow man
that's a cool picture of the sarah. is it for real?
u should check out alan colmes. there's a live stream at 1260.am and he's on from 7 to 10 pacific time so that's ..9pm to mid. and of course at the top of the hour you can hear my delightful news after the AP radio news.
they laid off a third of us last friday. i'm still standing. but really, in shock. they bought out a bunch of people as required by aftra....which is good for them, but, somehow really scary.
are you still teaching at smu? what classes?
what kinda place are you moving into? why moving? you've been in that place for how long...long long time...where was it, oak lawn? no, somewhere on the other side of town. you had a nice place, didn't you? a house? r u moving in with tori?
it's been a while since i did this blogger thing. but i wanna see photos. i can deliver some photos, as well....there are some up on the blog at juicyjuicysquishysquishy.com.
i'm sorry, that woman is scary. she's got a special needs baby? and wants to rule the fucking world? it's kinda funny you said that because tim was saying the same thing last night....that mcsame better watch out. have his food tasted, etc.
let me see if i can come up with anything more interesting than what i've already written. remember the days of emailing back when i used to sit there at kcrw and just spew on email all my complaints about the world? and i used to hector and harangue you about women, too. ah those were the days!
u should check out alan colmes. there's a live stream at 1260.am and he's on from 7 to 10 pacific time so that's ..9pm to mid. and of course at the top of the hour you can hear my delightful news after the AP radio news.
they laid off a third of us last friday. i'm still standing. but really, in shock. they bought out a bunch of people as required by aftra....which is good for them, but, somehow really scary.
are you still teaching at smu? what classes?
what kinda place are you moving into? why moving? you've been in that place for how long...long long time...where was it, oak lawn? no, somewhere on the other side of town. you had a nice place, didn't you? a house? r u moving in with tori?
it's been a while since i did this blogger thing. but i wanna see photos. i can deliver some photos, as well....there are some up on the blog at juicyjuicysquishysquishy.com.
i'm sorry, that woman is scary. she's got a special needs baby? and wants to rule the fucking world? it's kinda funny you said that because tim was saying the same thing last night....that mcsame better watch out. have his food tasted, etc.
let me see if i can come up with anything more interesting than what i've already written. remember the days of emailing back when i used to sit there at kcrw and just spew on email all my complaints about the world? and i used to hector and harangue you about women, too. ah those were the days!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
that aint snow...
...on the top of denali.
that's be sugar. alaskan sugar...for vice president. sweet cream pie with all the gooey insides one could ask for. ala mode. the perfect spokeswoman for modern america, a shapely icon of justice, a blind lassie with sword in hand.
on her hip, the alaskan 'outer america' creed:
1. if it moves, shoot it.
2. if it bites back, shoot it.
3. if it threatens big oil, shoot it.
you dont even have to ask questions later. let the left do that.
then shoot em.
'it's simple...keep it stupid.'
- George Whistlehead Bush
that's be sugar. alaskan sugar...for vice president. sweet cream pie with all the gooey insides one could ask for. ala mode. the perfect spokeswoman for modern america, a shapely icon of justice, a blind lassie with sword in hand.
on her hip, the alaskan 'outer america' creed:
1. if it moves, shoot it.
2. if it bites back, shoot it.
3. if it threatens big oil, shoot it.
you dont even have to ask questions later. let the left do that.
then shoot em.
'it's simple...keep it stupid.'
- George Whistlehead Bush
Monday, September 15, 2008
Whatzamatta U?
All I care about right now is Sarah, Sarah, sigh, Sarah. If I could sing to you, dear reader, I would break into "Bikini Girls with Machine Guns." McCain should just be honest about the whole thing and use that song to campaign. Our new Battle Hymn of the Empire has been written by the Cramps. All hail queen Sarah, she has to be the first sign of the appocalypse. Clear the way to the Temple Mount.
Does anyone think either party will make a bit of difference? I want to go back to a time when we did not attempt to rule the world on money borrowed from China. Now the market has fallen, maybe the chinese will reinvest in another marketplace, and everyone will have to live within thier means, including our so called government. I suggest they move the cash to Russia.
But we will always have Sarah to fall back on. Sarah, we love you..... you are the perfect Tabloid Prez...Lady McBeth meets a Roger Corman Day Time Drama. From Alaska with Love.
Sorry about that John M, you obviously have never worked in the real world. You have failed to see the obvious, never hire a younger, better looking, ambitious number 2.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
we jumped out de way
well, well. barely an Ike sprinkle. pretty clouds...bye bye.
my sister in north central arkansas got more rain than we did. oh well. weather is such a tease. I'm not complaining. in fact, I'd rather have the excitement of what if followed by not really.
galveston and houston caught major hell. dallas has such awesome karma, right?
it's a snooze but everything's okay. the climate, the economy, the arts, the people... we're just alright. dallas is just alright with me, dallas is just alright, oh yeah.
in fact, we dont really sing that much here so we cant even have a theme song.
dallas, the oh well capital of the southwest midwest or eastern south or the 4th most interesting city in texas or something. I dont know...somewhere between the 3rd to 5th. it's just so plastic.
we're sorta the LA of texas maybe. we're the st.paul of minneapolis or maybe the tulsa of oklahoma? are we the bakersfield?
how interesting is dallas in terms of texas cities in your eyes?
my sister in north central arkansas got more rain than we did. oh well. weather is such a tease. I'm not complaining. in fact, I'd rather have the excitement of what if followed by not really.
galveston and houston caught major hell. dallas has such awesome karma, right?
it's a snooze but everything's okay. the climate, the economy, the arts, the people... we're just alright. dallas is just alright with me, dallas is just alright, oh yeah.
in fact, we dont really sing that much here so we cant even have a theme song.
dallas, the oh well capital of the southwest midwest or eastern south or the 4th most interesting city in texas or something. I dont know...somewhere between the 3rd to 5th. it's just so plastic.
we're sorta the LA of texas maybe. we're the st.paul of minneapolis or maybe the tulsa of oklahoma? are we the bakersfield?
how interesting is dallas in terms of texas cities in your eyes?
Friday, September 12, 2008
dallas radio
to address your earlier question, there's no reason to turn on the radio in dallas. I still listen to a few talk stations only because I dont know eXactly what's going to happen. no, there's no magic and nothing music radio is capable of anywhere in dallas. even webcasts are vastly overrated.
predictable media is a huge bore.
one long sigh. there's a format for ya. tune in and listen to one long sigh between commercials. their only competition is the snoring station, Duh Zee.
a mcdonald's spot followed by aikman ford followed by the current sale at home depot followed by the same mcdonald's commercial and 30 seconds of what's coming up next on the snoring station. then 5 minutes of zzz zzz zzz zzz followed by another 9 minutes of mcdonald's, home depot and what's coming up on Duh Zee.
"stay with us next hour on Duh Zee as sir anthony hopkins takes a 5 minute nap and, saturday morning at 10, uninterrupted coverage of president bush drifting off during his weekly radio address. tired of same old same old? not your usual drone. we are...Duh Zee zee zee."
if I had mark cuban's money and a year of nothing to do, I would seriously be into being the p.d. of Duh Freakin Zee.
predictable media is a huge bore.
one long sigh. there's a format for ya. tune in and listen to one long sigh between commercials. their only competition is the snoring station, Duh Zee.
a mcdonald's spot followed by aikman ford followed by the current sale at home depot followed by the same mcdonald's commercial and 30 seconds of what's coming up next on the snoring station. then 5 minutes of zzz zzz zzz zzz followed by another 9 minutes of mcdonald's, home depot and what's coming up on Duh Zee.
"stay with us next hour on Duh Zee as sir anthony hopkins takes a 5 minute nap and, saturday morning at 10, uninterrupted coverage of president bush drifting off during his weekly radio address. tired of same old same old? not your usual drone. we are...Duh Zee zee zee."
if I had mark cuban's money and a year of nothing to do, I would seriously be into being the p.d. of Duh Freakin Zee.
Ike cometh
sitting here, practicing, watching streaming video of IKE from houston's abc affiliate.
tough slogging. the radar proves this dude is as big as katrina without the huge wind punch. still, galveston under water and we're (dallas) expecting massive floods of rain by tomorrow afternoon. ike's a major slow blow.
good thing I'm not trying to move this weekend as I Will be next weekend. the point of which is divesting myself of 24 years of accumulated crap. if I expire in the process, let my experience be an example to the future: once a year, jettison stuff you really dont need. I took a hundred hard back books to half price tonight, trading a thousand dollar investment for 80 bucks, thinking, 'what the hell do you need books for, man? ever heard of libraries?!? what part of free escapes you?'
bags and bags of clothes to goodwill, tons and tons of crap for the curb.
since I'm a die hard collector, I'm really emphasizing the necessity of living simply without clutter, which means devaluing the collections themselves. cameras, kites, conversation oddities, things of dubious historical significance, visual art resources. screw it all. pick it up and put it in the right bag, buhbye.
I'm trying to be as blind as possible.
I wonder if barack and michelle will have to go through this when they move into the white house.
tough slogging. the radar proves this dude is as big as katrina without the huge wind punch. still, galveston under water and we're (dallas) expecting massive floods of rain by tomorrow afternoon. ike's a major slow blow.
good thing I'm not trying to move this weekend as I Will be next weekend. the point of which is divesting myself of 24 years of accumulated crap. if I expire in the process, let my experience be an example to the future: once a year, jettison stuff you really dont need. I took a hundred hard back books to half price tonight, trading a thousand dollar investment for 80 bucks, thinking, 'what the hell do you need books for, man? ever heard of libraries?!? what part of free escapes you?'
bags and bags of clothes to goodwill, tons and tons of crap for the curb.
since I'm a die hard collector, I'm really emphasizing the necessity of living simply without clutter, which means devaluing the collections themselves. cameras, kites, conversation oddities, things of dubious historical significance, visual art resources. screw it all. pick it up and put it in the right bag, buhbye.
I'm trying to be as blind as possible.
I wonder if barack and michelle will have to go through this when they move into the white house.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
buttiful, buttiful days
i like the name of this blog, bro. have you talked to steveo lately?
in a way it's not surprising what happened to him....he found the hypocrisy so overwhelming....
lately i appreciate more how creatively lush my years with him were, even if they were dysfuctional. what he did do was channel the wild raging waters and catch them in a shining pool and splash around. it is so rare to meet someone who can just lose himself in creative impulse and i learned a lot from him.
you too. you are just like that, too. lately i have been missing your shows on KERA. some of those overnight shows were just transcendent. dallas really didn't know what it had....and it's gone now...
real music radio is gone. just gone. is there anything at all to listen to in the big D?
is there anything online to listen to that you like?
what kind of music is coming from the House of Kim?
tell me stuff. tell me anything. i am only hiding under my desk tonight. and i'm going home and hide under the bed. i wish i could laugh more at this election stuff but it is really freaking me out. in fact, i haven't been listening to any of it, because those two stolen elections really knocked the hope out of me. i don't even dare to hope anymore that there will be some sanity.
sorry, i'm a fucking drag today. i'll refresh my psyche with a dash of tim and a splash of gin and see you in the morning.
in a way it's not surprising what happened to him....he found the hypocrisy so overwhelming....
lately i appreciate more how creatively lush my years with him were, even if they were dysfuctional. what he did do was channel the wild raging waters and catch them in a shining pool and splash around. it is so rare to meet someone who can just lose himself in creative impulse and i learned a lot from him.
you too. you are just like that, too. lately i have been missing your shows on KERA. some of those overnight shows were just transcendent. dallas really didn't know what it had....and it's gone now...
real music radio is gone. just gone. is there anything at all to listen to in the big D?
is there anything online to listen to that you like?
what kind of music is coming from the House of Kim?
tell me stuff. tell me anything. i am only hiding under my desk tonight. and i'm going home and hide under the bed. i wish i could laugh more at this election stuff but it is really freaking me out. in fact, i haven't been listening to any of it, because those two stolen elections really knocked the hope out of me. i don't even dare to hope anymore that there will be some sanity.
sorry, i'm a fucking drag today. i'll refresh my psyche with a dash of tim and a splash of gin and see you in the morning.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
a few miles from fairbanks
s. here ya go, chief.
j. oh, no thanks, you go ahead.
s. she's locked and loaded for ya...
j. no, I really cant any more.
s. oh, come on, chief, there's plenty a things movin out there. look, there's a nice rack on that far ridge if ya squeeze er off just right.
j. go ahead, I'll watch.
s. I got my new nitrex optiscope on here. it's like theyre bout 5 feet away.
j. no, thanks. see, my arms dont like the weight.
s. oh, I'm sorry, chief.
j. me, too. I havent shot anything or anyone in over 40 years.
s. must be an awfully empty feelin, chief.
j. it's hard, but hard is what got me here, right?
s. sure, chief. whatever. say, when you were up in them jets, did ya ever shoot a whale? I've always wanted to shoot a whale.
j. no, I guess I was more into killin gooks than whales, but I probly would have if I'd seen one. not too many whales in the south china sea, I guess. they sorta like...
s. look over there, chief! that's Our great white whale...an alaskan polar. ever shoot a bear, chief?
j. you shoot polar bears?
s. only if I'm real hungry.
j. arent they protected by...?
s. and who's to know I'd like to know? pfft. freakin burr-o-crats! do they really think they can tell us what we can and cant shoot in our own back yard?!? besides, we gotta get em before they all float out to sea on their little pint size icelantises. tell ya the truth, they move a little slow for sport. and theyre so bigga target, well, it's just not that much fun. hell, my trig used ta bean em with the back ho if they got too close to the summer trailer up on the slope.
j. I see.
s. we also got a 22 in the humma humma if you wanna take out a few seal-a-bobs before we head back in. we'd have to fly a bit to the coast, but you could have yourself a seal a meal for dindin tonight if you like.
j. well, I dont know.
s. anybody else wanna shoot the moose? I dont wanna have all the fun.
d. I'll take a squeeze.
s. & j. sorry, dick.
j. I'm sorry, dick. youre still in the deep freeze.
s. and this aint your back yard, bubba. maybe when we get back to town you can kick a little indigenous native butt after we finish our moose moose and schnapps.
j. now That is why I picked You!
s. and I thought it was cause you just liked walkin behind me on stage.
j. well, that, too. damn. if I only had my arms back for half an hour.
s. awww, chief. you could sweet talk an eskimo pie.
j. stop it.
s. no, really.
d. I'll take a squeeze.
s. & j. shut up, dick.
s. we are so Done with you, mister.
j. oh, no thanks, you go ahead.
s. she's locked and loaded for ya...
j. no, I really cant any more.
s. oh, come on, chief, there's plenty a things movin out there. look, there's a nice rack on that far ridge if ya squeeze er off just right.
j. go ahead, I'll watch.
s. I got my new nitrex optiscope on here. it's like theyre bout 5 feet away.
j. no, thanks. see, my arms dont like the weight.
s. oh, I'm sorry, chief.
j. me, too. I havent shot anything or anyone in over 40 years.
s. must be an awfully empty feelin, chief.
j. it's hard, but hard is what got me here, right?
s. sure, chief. whatever. say, when you were up in them jets, did ya ever shoot a whale? I've always wanted to shoot a whale.
j. no, I guess I was more into killin gooks than whales, but I probly would have if I'd seen one. not too many whales in the south china sea, I guess. they sorta like...
s. look over there, chief! that's Our great white whale...an alaskan polar. ever shoot a bear, chief?
j. you shoot polar bears?
s. only if I'm real hungry.
j. arent they protected by...?
s. and who's to know I'd like to know? pfft. freakin burr-o-crats! do they really think they can tell us what we can and cant shoot in our own back yard?!? besides, we gotta get em before they all float out to sea on their little pint size icelantises. tell ya the truth, they move a little slow for sport. and theyre so bigga target, well, it's just not that much fun. hell, my trig used ta bean em with the back ho if they got too close to the summer trailer up on the slope.
j. I see.
s. we also got a 22 in the humma humma if you wanna take out a few seal-a-bobs before we head back in. we'd have to fly a bit to the coast, but you could have yourself a seal a meal for dindin tonight if you like.
j. well, I dont know.
s. anybody else wanna shoot the moose? I dont wanna have all the fun.
d. I'll take a squeeze.
s. & j. sorry, dick.
j. I'm sorry, dick. youre still in the deep freeze.
s. and this aint your back yard, bubba. maybe when we get back to town you can kick a little indigenous native butt after we finish our moose moose and schnapps.
j. now That is why I picked You!
s. and I thought it was cause you just liked walkin behind me on stage.
j. well, that, too. damn. if I only had my arms back for half an hour.
s. awww, chief. you could sweet talk an eskimo pie.
j. stop it.
s. no, really.
d. I'll take a squeeze.
s. & j. shut up, dick.
s. we are so Done with you, mister.
Friday, September 5, 2008
dick cheney is 5'8"
nothing against shortness, I always thought cheney was a big burley turkeyman on tv. I was surprised to see (visiting w/ Georgia dignitaries yesterday) that he's really sort of a small bald ball. a grunting hunting runt. something of a white chocolate milk dud, as it were.
I imagine him rolling on the floor with karl rove, oiling their hairy naked behinds, doing their best munchkin choruses from the 2nd floor of the House they surely call Oz.
I imagine him rolling on the floor with karl rove, oiling their hairy naked behinds, doing their best munchkin choruses from the 2nd floor of the House they surely call Oz.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Quote of the day
From a co-worker, on VP hopeful Sarah Palin:
"Shooting a moose from a helicopter is almost like shooting your friend in the face with a shotgun. That alone should qualify her to be VP."
"Shooting a moose from a helicopter is almost like shooting your friend in the face with a shotgun. That alone should qualify her to be VP."
another celebrity sacrifice idea
if you havent seen the post below, this is a follow up.
the rolling stones. the show finds one of their original touring buses from their early years in england. it just has to be large enough for them to do a concert standing on top of the bus.
only they may have a bit of a problem cause, in fact, they have time to do maybe 2, 3 songs before the bus begins to roll. very slowly at first but gradually picking up speed to where, by the end of the next song, they've worked up to roughly 20 miles per hour. manageable as long as we're rolling a straight stretch.
unfortunately for mic and keith and the boys, we're about to accelerate till, one by one, each member of the world's greatest rock and roll band succumb and are seen flying off the back of the bus until all have bitten a bit of highway one. I somehow doubt even the interminable keith richards survives though I wouldnt bet on it.
he may be old and wrinkled...but he's wiry.
the rolling stones. the show finds one of their original touring buses from their early years in england. it just has to be large enough for them to do a concert standing on top of the bus.
only they may have a bit of a problem cause, in fact, they have time to do maybe 2, 3 songs before the bus begins to roll. very slowly at first but gradually picking up speed to where, by the end of the next song, they've worked up to roughly 20 miles per hour. manageable as long as we're rolling a straight stretch.
unfortunately for mic and keith and the boys, we're about to accelerate till, one by one, each member of the world's greatest rock and roll band succumb and are seen flying off the back of the bus until all have bitten a bit of highway one. I somehow doubt even the interminable keith richards survives though I wouldnt bet on it.
he may be old and wrinkled...but he's wiry.
Palin Tail
okay...since I've already spent so many hours rebutting sarah palin's speech, first on the treadmill while it was happening, spilling over into the pool and finally in my 30 minute drive home, I'm pretty much over it for the moment.
I dont even wanna say anything else, but how can I not given the significance of the event. that's the thing about this election. it's one of the few in my lifetime that deServes attention. even the heartbreak cheatin ass mofo of the two bush elections arent as interesting because, let's face it, the democrats put up a couple of railroad ties. at least bush did a little dance on the end of his leash. gore and kerry were so totally uncharismatic, I for one didnt even wanna be seen with either one.
that's basically it. you Have to have interesting characters on that stage. reagan wasnt any kind of great philosophical strategerist. he was no great statesmen. if youre in his cult or think he was a lincoln or even eisenhower, you've been deluded by other reagan cult members. But...he played the part fairly well. it was the best portrayal of his acting career. he was a hollywood salesman, a commercial smile, a used car kinda guy who sold various products when his film career failed. That's what got him elected and that's what put him in the big chair.
like I said, I've already killed palin and mccain a hundred times in the pool and driving around. either you bought her shit or you didnt. I dont want anything else to do with it. I'd rather not be seen with Her either.
more later. ad infinitum over the next month I'm sure.
I dont even wanna say anything else, but how can I not given the significance of the event. that's the thing about this election. it's one of the few in my lifetime that deServes attention. even the heartbreak cheatin ass mofo of the two bush elections arent as interesting because, let's face it, the democrats put up a couple of railroad ties. at least bush did a little dance on the end of his leash. gore and kerry were so totally uncharismatic, I for one didnt even wanna be seen with either one.
that's basically it. you Have to have interesting characters on that stage. reagan wasnt any kind of great philosophical strategerist. he was no great statesmen. if youre in his cult or think he was a lincoln or even eisenhower, you've been deluded by other reagan cult members. But...he played the part fairly well. it was the best portrayal of his acting career. he was a hollywood salesman, a commercial smile, a used car kinda guy who sold various products when his film career failed. That's what got him elected and that's what put him in the big chair.
like I said, I've already killed palin and mccain a hundred times in the pool and driving around. either you bought her shit or you didnt. I dont want anything else to do with it. I'd rather not be seen with Her either.
more later. ad infinitum over the next month I'm sure.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
nuthing...a post about nuthing...absulootely nuthing
nice name for the blog....
wish i could think of something cool to say.
i posted pics of work at my other blog. juicyjuicysquishysquishy.com
computer down at home.
sorry this is such a crappy post. i'll try to do better.
wish i could think of something cool to say.
i posted pics of work at my other blog. juicyjuicysquishysquishy.com
computer down at home.
sorry this is such a crappy post. i'll try to do better.
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