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Friday, April 30, 2004
Kill Bill

I just watched it on DVD, and holy crap! Admittedly, I'm a little late, but I don't get to the theater much, due to my busy schedule and lack of bladder control.

But if you haven't seen it, it's pretty impressive, and definitely not for the kiddies. I've liked Tarantino's movies, and Pulp Fiction is one of my all-time favorites, but this was definitely different. The dialogue was still very good, but there was a lot less of it. The reason, as you probably know, is to leave more room for all of the blood-spattering carnage. And excuse me for using a film school asshat -expression like "visually stunning," but this thing just looks AMAZING.

I'm quite sure that if you ever had dinner with Quentin, you'd be gnawing your own leg off to escape by the time the soup came. I mean, this guy is tiresome. Every interview I've ever seen with the guy makes him come off like some sort of Tourette's sufferer on acid. But he makes terrific movies, and even though Kill Bill Volume Two is in theaters near you RIGHT NOW, I just know I'll end up watching it on the home theater courtesy of the DVD I borrowed from someone.

That's what I do instead of updating the blog. Cheat big shots out of their royalties.

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posted at 1:33 AM


Saturday, April 24, 2004
What can Brown do for me? Suck my ass.

I'm supposed to have a package delivered last Thursday, so I arrange to be at the house all day. It's not convenient, but that's the cost of having shit brought to your house. So, it's 3pm, 5pm, finally it's like 6:30, and I know they don't deliver after 7pm. So I look at the package tracking crap they have online, and it says the guy attempted to deliver at 5:45pm.

UPS is a big fucking liar.

I don't live in a mansion where I can't hear the doorbell from the servant's quarters. I'm sitting right by the door at 5:45, and I know this because I'm watching King Of The Hill at that time. And the other thing is, this cocksucker didn't drive that truck within 200 feet of my house, because I have a clear line of sight to the road.

To sum up:

He didn't drive to where I live.
He didn't get out of his truck.
He didn't walk up to my door.
He didn't knock on my door.
And the prick didn't leave a package slip. They ALWAYS do that much. So, I know this douche bag is lying.

Unfortunately, the package I was waiting on wasn't full of guns in order to take out my revenge. Plus, there's no way to know if the guy who finally showed up the next day is the same one. I don't have a problem killing a guy, I just don't see the point in murdering a complete stranger, that's all.

Oh, and for more big fun, look up UPS' shitty worker safety record, and anti-union activities. They are Brown like ASS.


posted at 7:58 PM


Friday, April 23, 2004
Go on, be a monkey's uncle

I threatened to talk about Evolution and Darwinism a little bit, so here it is.

The thing of it is, it simply makes sense. You can pretty much look back in the fossil record and see the progression and wrong turns that we made as humans. Admittedly, there are some missing pieces of the puzzle, but that's to be expected over millions of years. I don't understand why some people just dismiss it out of hand.

"I didn't come from no monkey! God made me!"

Well, God made monkeys too, presumably. Why is the notion of having kinship to other primates so repugnant to you? I mean, a chimpanzee's DNA differs from a man's by less than two percent? We can infer nothing from that? Besides, we all know people that look a little bit like monkeys. I am routinely pointed at by children who see the likeness. Sure, it hurts, but I'm comfortable with what I am.

So, why can't you admit it? You feel it insulting to be distant cousin to the banana-eating feces tosser? Sure, monkeys do some pretty funny stuff, but I'll bet you have human cousins that act more idiotic. Any DWIs in your family? Any of them get pregnant in high school? Perhaps some of them BLOG? See? You have a great deal to be ashamed of. A baboon never fucked his partner over in a business deal. An ape never locked his keys in the car. A gorilla never claimed Iraq was an imminent threat to the United States.

Humans can be pretty cool, but we're only at the top of the food chain because we know how to build guns. One on one, most animals would kick our asses. So we adapted. We learned. We EVOLVED. We lost some of our physical strengths, and became more clever than the other animals. To me, this is a source of pride, not shame. I mean, we have air conditioning and Neosporin and Red Bull now, so life is infinitely better than it was say, 200 years ago. Are we going to start denying that period of our development because they had to use candles and rode horses to get around? How embarrassing! Let's deny all of it! God made us perfect, finished and complete!

Do you feel like a finished product? I would prefer to keep growing, learning, and improving myself. Maybe there is a god, and maybe there isn't. That really should be irrelevant to the argument. If God exists, then why shouldn't man have started in the primordial soup? God is in a hurry? God can't wait? If a thousand years is but a day, then what's it to God to wait millions of years for us to develop into the fascinating creatures we have become? God couldn't stand being without people ruining His environment and masturbating to Internet porn? That strikes me as unlikely.

You're a smart monkey. Take pride in it. Frankly, it may be your only redeeming quality.

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posted at 10:53 PM


Thursday, April 22, 2004
Look at me! I'm a corporate bigwig!

And as such, I'm now farming out work to other people.

You say you don't believe in Darwinism?


Actual writing will ensue in the next day or so.

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posted at 3:27 PM


Saturday, April 17, 2004
The Pledge of Allegiance

Well, I'm sure it doesn't shock any of my longtime readers that I think this whole thing is pretty ridiculous. I remember saying the pledge when I was in grade school, and in retrospect, it seems like kind of a crypto-fascist thing to do. Realistically, there's no harm in it, but the lawsuit is 100% correct in it's assertion that the recitation of the pledge is illegal given the separation of church and state.

Now, you hear these patriots and Christians cry out with much wailing and gnashing of teeth:

"We must confirm and honor our god and country!"

Do it at home. Do it at church. Because no matter what happens in the Supreme Court in June, you still get to pray to your precious god in both of those places. Your freedom of religion is in no way restricted by taking "under God" out of the pledge. That argument is completely fallacious, so give it up.

The other tack these zealots take, is that it's just a rote memorization, and besides, "it's tradition."

Not really.

The thing they always forget to mention, is that these two words were not in the original pledge, which was written in 1892. The United States managed to defeat Spain, win World War One, overcome the Great Depression, and win World War Two, all without "under God" in the Pledge Of Allegiance. How the fuck did we manage that? Arguably, the greatest 60 years of American history occurred with a daily recitation that failed to acknowledge God. Surprising to think that we weren't smote, or smited, or whatever that guy does to non-believers.

Well, why was it added? In 1954 to teach godless communists a lesson, presumably, we added "under God" to the Pledge of Allegiance. And BLAM, just 45 years later, God got up off of his ass, and turned those communists into very poor capitalists, who live in much the same way they did in the 15th century under the czars. Except now, they still have access to those cute Soviet nuclear missiles. Frankly, I slept better at night under detente' than I do now.

As for the pledge, is your belief in God so flimsy that it fades away if you and everyone else isn't being beaten over the head with it constantly? You think God gives two shits whether you live or die? You're a bug in a science experiment gone wrong, and your destiny is not written. It's random, and you should get comfortable with that, because it sets you free. Stop bludgeoning innocent children with your sick dogma.

We live in America, and Freedom of Religion is also Freedom FROM Religion. The majority rules, yes, but just because Christians hold a majority in this country doesn't mean we should all have to bow down to Jeebus. And while you're wondering "Why not?" let me remind you of another funny little demographic tidbit: By 2050, whitey will be a minority in this country. There will be more African-Americans, Hispanics, Asians and everything else. My guess is, by that point, your position on stolid majority rule will have evolved by then.

I will get in to the whole Darwinism thing when time allows.

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posted at 11:52 PM


Friday, April 16, 2004
That was fast

It appears as though I am utterly out of ideas. The good news is, I have to work later on today, and most likely, I'll be more inclined to blog than to concentrate on my work.

Please enjoy the future benefit of my slackassed-ness.


posted at 12:23 PM


Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Parenting Made Easy

Ask yourself this, self-proclaimed conservatives: Easier to explain to your kids:

A nipple flashed on television, or footage of burned corpses being mutilated and hanged from a bridge in Iraq?

Admittedly, there are some things on TV and the radio which are pretty offensive and puerile. But here's a funny little thing that conservatives have conveniently forgotten. It's a free market. Change the fucking channel if you don't like it. Vote with your feet.

If Howard Stern is so awful, why does he have millions of listeners? You argue that he appeals to a certain segment, and we can do without them. How exactly is that a free and unfettered marketplace? You may not have it both ways. I don't really want the Klan marching in the streets, but if they have the fucking permits, the Klan gets to march. Free speech includes offensive speech, and if you don't like it, don't attend.

"But how can I sleep at night knowing that the children aren't 100% protected at all times from all things offensive and questionable?"

Get over it. If you have kids, and you can't instill in them that things like American Idol and Fear Factor appeal to the basest aspects of human nature, then you are a lousy parent. Raise them right, and they won't choose crap.

"What's the right way?"

Figure it out. Allah, Jesus, The Great Kazoo from the Flintstones, it's all the same to me. Or better yet, nothing at all. Teach them that they are self-reliant, fully complete organisms, and will profit or suffer by their own choices. Explain that the world is filled with a multitude of opinions and philosophies, and that some of them are scary. If you have done a good job, they will not end up shaving their head and joining a militia, or rallying Eurotrash in the beer halls of Munich.

It is not the government's job to protect it's populace from ideas. Only governments that fear ideas go to the trouble of censoring them. Register to vote, and then GO FUCKING DO IT. Write your Congressman. Nothing scares whitey more than seeing he's come down on the wrong side of the electorate, and may need to go find a real job. If these people won't do your will, get rid of them.

Oh, and did you know that the FCC Chairman is Colin Powell's son? And you thought nepotism was dead.

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posted at 7:20 PM


Sunday, April 11, 2004
Socialist? So what?

First of all, welcome to the blog. Maybe you've been here before, and maybe not. Regardless, welcome to the free and open exchange of ideas. Frankly, you can post anything you want, and as long as it's well written and not willfully ignorant, I'm not inclined to delete it.

A recent visitor seemed convinced that I am a Democrat, although more likely a Socialist. To begin with, I have no party affiliation whatsoever. I would prefer that there were five or six viable parties here instead of the current duopoly situation we suffer under. I don't really see any difference between Democrats and Republicans at this point. Both are beholden to special interests. Neither has a long term vision for this country. Actually, let me amend that statement. The Republicans DO have a vision. The ideal future looks to them a great deal like 1953.

These are not conservatives. They don't conserve anything. The environment, fossil fuels, natural resources, nothing. These are reactionaries. Trent Lott, Tom DeLay, Arlen Specter, and their ilk are so busy trying to live in a monochromatic age long past, that they continually impede the growth of this country.

"We LOVE brown people! How many jobs have we allowed to be shipped to India? See? BROWN!"

Well, that's great if you own stock. But if you work for a living, it turns out these people hate you. And if you want the truth, they hate you more if you're white, because they are white, and are doing just fine. "Why can't you get ahead? You have all the tools. Stop embarrassing the race with your working-class ways, and invest, man!"

And don't look at me as some sort of Europhile, because nothing could be further from the truth. That continent has been in decline for 200 years, but that does not mean that they haven't had any good ideas. A 35-hour work week, excellent health care, and adequate vacation time sound like good goals to me, and if that makes me a Socialist, then so be it. Throw your labels around, if that's all you have, I can take it. You justify 45 million Americans with no health insurance, and I'll cop to being a Stalin-era Communist.

As for the refutation of my diet-vs-height claims, feel free to read the following:


I've got to go to work, so I need to cut this short. Work, incidentally, is what I do so I can live indoors and not starve to death. I apologize if that offends your 2004 American values.


posted at 4:49 PM


Now Taking Requests

Someone I know asked me to write about homophobia, so here ya go.

I'm pretty open-minded, in the larger scheme of things. I don't like to rule too many things out. That's all part of being an agnostic, I guess. But one thing I know for sure, is that I don't really have any interest in having sex with another man. It just doesn't appeal to me.

Still, my take on the whole thing is that, if everyone involved is a consenting adult, go to town. I really don't care. Leave the kids out of it, and you can pierce your scrotum, and hang from the chandeliers for all I care. You may want to reinforce the beam that the chandelier hangs from however, unless spackling and plastering is a turn-on for you.

So, why do seemingly normal people attack gays? There are lots of reasons, probably.

Fear: I don't understand the urge, so it must be bad. You are scared because people are different. That's made things work wonderfully in the Middle East, and in delightful climes like South Africa. And Texas. Don't EVER forget Texas.

The Bible says it's wrong: The Bible says lots of stuff, including that it's ok to sell your daughter. You're going to take your cues on the meaning of life from authors who did not understand the mechanics of rainfall? It's a fucking BOOK. So is Catch-22. My apologies to Joseph Heller.

They're looking at me: Well, truth be told, I might have had a touch of this one when I was younger. "I'll bet they're checking my ass out in the shower." Guess what? You aren't that god damned attractive! Every heterosexual woman isn't offering you sex, why the hell do you think every gay man thinks you're hot? You're conceited.

Secret truth: Deep down, you worry that YOU might be gay. Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. But strapping a kid to a fence and beating him to death isn't going to help you get over it. I guarantee you, those dickbags that killed Matthew Shepherd are finding out their own sexuality all the time now. I hope it hurts, you asshat.

So, why all of the furor over gay marriage? Seems to me, this sort of thing should make religious wackos happy. I mean, not that marriage necessarily means fidelity, but given the promiscuous nature of many gay men, doesn't it seem like it's better for everyone if two guys make a commitment? Two married boys seem less likely to be out causing the havoc you fear, than one of your confirmed bachelor types.

And how exactly does a gay marriage lessen the value of a heterosexual marriage? Is your relationship really on such shaky ground that it can't survive this? I've seen people get divorced for TAX reasons. They still live together, and in reality they are married. A committed, monogamous relationship is what it is. I suppose if you have kids, being married probably makes sense, but I'm not here to judge. Well, not about that, anyway.

I can't ever figure out why conservatives in this day and age, who are so lassez-faire about what Enron does, or what Union Carbide is poisoning us with, feels it is their business what is inserted in American orifices. I ascribe it to reason #4 (see above). Fear of one's own dirty desires is the whole thing with these people. I wish these closeted, self-hating hypocrites would just relax. There are huge problems in the world at the global level, and also locally. Spend some of the time you waste nurturing your own fears doing something positive. Hell, just go play with your kids. But if you pass on the sick crap that you picked up along the line to them, I hope they kill you in your sleep.

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posted at 9:15 AM


Saturday, April 10, 2004
I still haven't done my taxes

I'm not sure what day it is, but I know it's close to April 15th, and I haven't filled out my tax returns yet. Taxes are one of those things that no one really likes to pay, but you sort of have to if you want to live in a civilized society. Want the cops to come when thugs break in to your house? That costs money. Want the fire department to show up when your ex tries to set your car on fire? That costs money. You prefer that the bridge you are crossing not collapse as you cross it? Well, it ain't free, fucko.

I'm not in love with the idea of shelling out of every check. But in spite of what the president believes, Jesus Christ doesn't fix potholes, and he's also not going to educate your kids for free in a school he conjured up by waving his hands around. This is the real world, and things cost money.

Is there waste? Of course. I'd like to see a legitimate commission that investigates and prosecutes fraud in the area of taxpayer money. I suppose there already is one, but no one seems terribly petrified of it. You're building a road and are 20% over budget? Better have everything itemized, or you get fifteen years in a nice pound-you-in-the-ass prison, which ironically, your taxes paid for. Don't worry though. Taxpayer money will provide you medical care for the random shankings you receive from the Aryan Nation Brotherhood inside. And we segue to...

Health Insurance

45 million Americans don't have it. You get sick? Fuck you. Broke your ankle? Learn to limp. Acute appendicitis? Better pick out a cute coffin, because you are going to die. The odd thing is, the fundamentalist so-called Christians who run this country don't really care. This is the only time they believe in Darwinism and survival of the fittest. What Would Jesus Do? I guess he'd better go get an MBA, because without health insurance, stigmata can become infected very easily.
We claim such superiority over European nations and their socialized medicine, but here's a fact: They outlive us. They also have caught up and even surpassed Americans in height. When Jefferson was in Paris in the late 18th century, the Americans were nearly a head taller than their counterparts. They had been raised on food farmed in good soil, whereas the Europeans were getting crap from their tired dirt. Well, thanks to improved methods, they spent the last century catching up, and now the average Dutch man is six feet tall, and the average American man has gone from 5'10" to 5'9'. So many Americans eat cheap, nutritionally worthless shit all the time because they are too poor to eat properly. This the type of thing that strikes me as a national emergency, and dare I say, an imminent threat.

In a side note, please remember that you may not drive a car in this country unless it is insured. Still think you have more value than property?

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posted at 8:37 PM


Thursday, April 08, 2004

I used to think that this whole Iraq thing would be worth it, if we could just get gas for a dollar a gallon. But, it's NOT worth it. Lots of dead soldiers, and the oil companies that effectively own this administration profit in an obscene manner.

I hope gas goes to three, four, five bucks a gallon. Not that I can afford it, but maybe when these suburb-dwelling, SUV driving pricks have to give the guy at the bulletproof window 100 bucks every week to fill up their ridiculous Escalade, perhaps then we'll see a change in habit in this deluded country.

In a side note, is there any less than a 100% probability that every guy driving an H2 is packing less than four inches? Yeah, that's what I figured.

Anyway, I'm sick of seeing yuppies hauling their worthless asses around in 4-wheel drive vehicles that they have ZERO intention of ever taking off road. Just get a station wagon, you pansy. You aren't cool, you're just rich. The two things CAN go together, but I assure you, they do not in your case. Get a station wagon, and try reading a book once in awhile. Dumbass.

Here's a true story from my life. I'm driving to work one day recently, and I find myself behind this Lincoln Navigator. So, I'm already irritated, because you can't see over, around or through these fucking things. I scan down to the license plate, and I notice it's one of the specialty types that you can buy. You know, some say "Support Wildlife" or that type of shit. Well, this one is this sort of ghostly image of the twin towers in New York, and the words under it "We will never forget." I guess family members of the victims get a dollar or something.

Suddenly, the irony hits me. I am staring at a vehicle that gets 8 miles to the gallon. The fuel it uses comes from Saudi Arabia, and our indiscriminate use of that fuel has made fat Saudis obscenely wealthy. Those moneyed royals needed highways and other things built, and they hired Saudi companies to build them. One of these companies is owned by the father of Osama bin Laden. His family is worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Some of that money was spent recently, as you may recall, to train men how to take over an aircraft, and fly it into a building. These buildings were now memorialized on a license plate to remind us of the tragedy that occurred 9/11/01.

What really made me angry, was the fact that I could try for an hour to explain the sickening irony to the woman driving this stupid truck, and I knew she would never EVER get it.

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posted at 3:33 PM


Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Poison Ivy

No, not that crap movie with Allysa Milano. The shitty skin rash. And I've got it.

I'm outside last week, frolicking in nature, instead of tending to my precious blog, and this is my reward. Inflamed pustules on my legs and arms, and that's just for starters, probably. These things itch just enough to irritate you, but not enough for me to miss work, or use an excuse for justifiable homicide.

"Yes, your honor. My client was in the throes of extreme itchiness when he shot up that Wal-Mart."

Gee, you'd think someone could just go on and on about his disgusting skin rash, but YOU'D BE WRONG.

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posted at 5:31 PM


Sunday, April 04, 2004
The True Evil

This past week, four American military contractors were brutally killed in Iraq, their bodies mutilated, and according to most reports, this desecration was done by children. Graphic footage was run on television, and newspapers ran photos of the carnage. I'm sure many of your own children may have seen it and asked you, "Why is that happening?"

Two months ago, a nipple was flashed on television, and our government and media went into a self-corrective frenzy to save our youth from such horrors. Islamic law certainly must have prevented those youngsters from ever seeing a woman's bare shoulder, let alone a nipple. How could they have gone so wrong, when they are so well-protected from the evil human body?

Maybe puritanism is more dangerous than bare buttocks, or the word "penis" on the radio.

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posted at 10:07 PM


Saturday, April 03, 2004
The Draft

Well, America is at war. We were attacked on September 11th, 2001, as some of you may recall. It was truly a shocking day in American history, and even though the President seemed like a deer in the headlights for most of the day, he eventually made a speech to the country. And I was absolutely prepared to be inspired. Some presidential addresses are the stuff of the gods.

"We have nothing to fear, but fear itself." FDR - 1933

"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what YOU can do for your country." JFK - 1961

Now, even the most gentle estimation of the president's verbal abilities would still not use the word mellifluous, but he has some amazing speech writers, and this was a once in a lifetime event. I wanted to be overwhelmed with a sense of purpose. So, I tuned in, and what glorious message does the leader of the free world have for his people in the wake of these disastrous attacks?

To paraphrase, "Go buy something or the terrorists win."

To put it mildly, I was disappointed.

We must not sacrifice, for we are already perfect. We must go to the mall to show our unity. We will not ration food or material to gird ourselves against the enemy. We will defeat them by getting fatter, and being more complacent.

The fundamentalists hate us for a lot of reasons, but I don't think they hate our freedom. They aren't stupid. They have a different mindset in many cases, but I can't just write them off so easily. There are millions of peaceful Muslims in the world. I think they know we are soft, though.

So, getting back to sacrifice, a US Congressman, Charles Rangel, I believe, put forward the proposal that we reinstate the military draft.

Were we really so desperate that we needed to reinstate military conscription? Well, not really. But the congressman, who is a black guy, noticed that a fairly large percentage of the men and women who were going to be asked to sacrifice life and liberty, are brown, black, whatever. So, his idea is to reinstate the draft, let everybody's kids roll the dice, and let the chips fall where they may. And you know what? I'll bet doing just that would change a lot of things in America in a very positive way.

First of all, assuming that America wasn't fighting any foreign adventures, certainly draftees in for a two-year hitch could provide valuable services in country. They could build houses for the homeless, clean up projects in inner cities, fix levees, plant trees, whatever. There is certainly an endless list of things that could be done.

Would I personally resent having two years of my life taken by the government? Probably so, Would it do me a hell of a lot of good? Realistically, yeah. And if the country is at war, then maybe my ass gets shipped overseas. America isn't perfect by any means, but it still seems to me that if the time comes where you are asked to defend it, you have to go. That's one of the costs, I'm afraid.

The volunteer military is an amazing collection of all kinds of people, but we all know it's made possible by the man and woman who come from circumstances that provide no other realistic chances at success. The military is full of kids from rural towns, inner cities, and others who just didn't have the sense to be born to Harvard alums. Obviously, many of them are minorities. And Congress is not exactly bursting at the seams with brown faces, so it's easy for these people to send the military off to measure dicks on the President's behalf.

If everybody went into the military, would these chickenshit fatassed Baby Boomers be so excited about their spoiled kids cleaning up some South Bronx shithole, or ducking snipers in the desert? I doubt it.

Perspective is everything, and our leaders lack it.

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posted at 11:52 AM


Friday, April 02, 2004
Richard Clarke

Yeah, the guy who is making the current draft-dodging president look like what he is.

Sure, he's gonna sell a lot of copies of his new book and make a pile of dough. Secretly, I'm sure Dick Cheney envies this strategy, but may actually be well-funded enough, thanks to his kickbacks from Halliburton.

"Synthesizing the blood of your sons, brothers and fathers into real wealth since 1971."

So, Clarke testifies in front of Congress, and he gives it pretty good to both the Bush and Clinton administrations. Apparently, everyone was asleep at the wheel since 2001, and even Clinton had a couple of chances to launch air strikes or cruise missiles to nail Osama.

"Aha!" The chicken hawks cry. "Billy dropped the ball, too!"

Well, my problem is that I have the ability to remember things that happened more than twenty minutes ago. And I seem to recall that Bill Clinton was very busy the last few years spraying his genetic material around the Oval Office, and then defending himself as though it was an actual crime. It'd have been nice if he hadn't committed (GASP) adultery, but it really didn't affect his job performance. That should be obvious.

I also recall that on occasion during the impeachment circus, Clinton had cause for some reason or another to launch cruise missile at something or other. It was in the Sudan or Afghanistan or someplace. Remember the handwritten, hastily drawn "BABY MILK FACTORY" signs on the news? Milk for babies? Or milk FROM babies? Or is it just a wee milk factory? I digress...

The point is, finally, that anytime Clinton launched a cruise missile at terrorist camps, the Republican leadership would scream "Wag the dog!" As if this was the only way to get these hypocrites to change the subject from blowjobs to ANYTHING ELSE.

I'm not going to say that Bush is responsible for 9/11, but politically, it was a wet dream for a weak leader lacking vision, and I hold hope that America will awaken from it before November.

That, or reinstate the draft. NEXT! ON simsblog.

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posted at 9:58 PM


Current Events

So, I look at the paper this morning, and there's some pretty tragic news about four American military contractors being shot, burned, dragged through the streets of Iraq, and hanged from a bridge. It's pretty horrific stuff.

Apparently these guys were ex-US military, and had gone into the private sector to make a little cash off the war. I don't say this to be judgmental. I mean, why should just the administration and their cronies profit? The fighting man ought to be able to get his (or hers), too. That's not really what I wanted to comment about, though.

The brutality of these deaths seems pretty overwhelming. It's a shocking thing when people are killed, let alone mutilated after death. And the initial reaction is, "These fucking Iraqis must be animals to behave this way." And they are.

Now without getting into some partisan debate, ask yourself honestly this question:

If the United States were suddenly occupied by foreign forces and their profiteering tag-a-longs, how unbelievably violent do you think our reaction would be?

We may be a "civilized" country, but let's face it, our entire history is violent. And violence IS necessary at times. The Revolutionary War, The Wild West, The Civil War, massacres of native Americans, slavery, world wars, you name it. We are a people born of violence, and it is most certainly a part of who we are.

So again, an electric-powered humvee full of, oh, let's say, Swedish troops comes rolling down your street in Anytown, USA. You are in your apartment with your high powered rifle that you legally purchased using your constitutional rights, before the Swedes conquered us. You aren't remotely tempted to put one of these blonde bastards in your sights?

Of course you are, and maybe it's even a healthy impulse. Maybe the Swedes are here to help us, and give us universal health care and six week vacations. They want to improve America, even if they have to use force. Is it ok with you? Or are you in your basement working up a bomb?

People are animals, and we invariably behave that way. Don't pretend we are morally superior. That's a large part of the reason why people the world over want to kill us and drag our charred corpses through the streets.

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posted at 1:08 PM


Thursday, April 01, 2004

I've been pretty busy the past few days, but I will definitely have something to add in here later on today. I'm just too damned tired tight now.

Also, there are so many things to discuss, and I don't know where to begin.


posted at 7:02 AM

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