giuliani, romney numbers underwhelm

  So Rudy and Mitt can raise roughly half of what the leading democratic candidates can raise?  I’m not surprised.  Nobody has set the world on fire on the Republican side yet, and probably won’t before they sort it out a little better.  Fred Thompson is waiting in the wihgs, and a lot of money will pour his way.  Fred wants people to look at him as another RR, but he is no Mr. Reagan.  Never will be.  What he is is different from who is there now.  Giuliani has the east coast base, but politics are local, and 9/11 is already a distant memory to many.  This may even entice Newt Gingrich in..who knows.

   You know who those numbers look good for?  Ron Paul.  I know, and I’m still not a fan, but you can’t deny the shallow campaign funds being raised make him look like a potential superstar.  Who’s to say some of the money th others aren’t getting he is?  Remember, he doesn’t need as much because he is blitzing online, and its cheaper.  He almost certainly gets the democrat vote almost anywhere that is allowed because they would ostensibly rather face him.  Plus, just the outright disgust people have for Republicans is almost as high as the disgust they have for the democratically controlled congress.  thats the kind of things you want to see if you’re Ron, and I for one can’t wait tosee his fundraising numbers.  If the bloggers that vote for him over and over again actually send him money to, he could compete.  I’d say if he can pull half what the others have he can be a factor deep into this thing.

No problems here

    I keep hearing about government violating peoples rights.  It seems a bit overmuch to me that a few terrorists get their doors kicked in, and all of a sudden I should fear a gestapo attack on my neighborhood.  Not one of my neighbors (scumbags though many of them are) have been accosted by the thought police and dunked in a tub of water to find out what connections they have to osama, woody woodpecker, or the Hee Haw gang.  In light of all the privacy we willingly give up by sitting at our computers and pounding our thoughts out for the state department to sift through I don’t see what all the fuss is about.  Don’t act like you don’t know they do it.  If your intelligent, don’t act like you haven’t always known they’ve done it.   The information age is upon you, and reciting fatuous dogma isn’t going to change it, and trying to downplay terrorism as a stringent form of civil disobedience doesn’t fly either. 

   It would be nice to live in a perfect world.  in my perfect world I shall never have an islamic doctor while travelling in Britian.   I shall not hear one more story about a sex offender (ray gomez) committing his fourth offense.  I’ll never here of a second sexual offense against a child, because in my perfect little world people will find such a thing so reprehensible that they will not tolerate the individual ever seeing the light of day without a crosshatching of steelwire to look through.  Terrorists will fear being caught more than anything else because they will know deep in their little psychotic hearts that it will be beyond bad for them.  No loud music and reicitations of anti-islamic literature in my perfect world.  Nope.  psychotics would beg to be sent to abu ghraib.   I’m all for freedom of speech, but I think that freedom ends when you start killing the innocent.  BTW, Kudos to the brits.  Nice job on the turnaround time on the info.  You folks know your work.

    I know, I know  split the hare and talk about the innocents we kill. I have news for you cowpoke.  I’ve never killed an innocent in my life.  Hence my complete and utter lack of fear that government sanctioned jackboot thugs will ever kick in my door.  I think it would be really nice if the well intentioned nitwits that defend these misbegotten psychopaths were to sit and contemplate one question.  “how would I feel if my child, or wife, or husband were killed because my government didn’t try hard enough to stop these bastards?”  George,  I think you’re a chump on most issues, but thank you for taking it to these freaks.  Those who trade freedom for safety deserve niether.  I know I’ll here that from someone.  An eye for an eye you islamic freakazoid apologist.

Moving…out, up, and undecided

      Of all the nerve.  Several years ago a friend of mine, almost certainly in jest, called me misogynistic.  One of the few times in my life that I didn’t bother to look it up.  I should have.  I just did, and almost pissed my pants.   The reason I didn’t was because it was an online friend, and she had issues to numerous to count in the men department.  To be honest, I figured it was probably a synonym for narcississtic which I’m not either so I let it roll on by.  We continued to have many humerous conversations, and until I withdrew from the online world we remained moderately good friends.

    I’m not sure why I confessed to ignorance and apathy there, but maybe just to make the point that I’m niether.  Although misogyny would be a good one to be if you had the time to be hostile and hateful a lot.  Narcissism on the other hand would be boring from hell.  Maybe not for you, but I generally treat me like I treat everyone else that I’m not openly disdainful of…with barely concealed tolerance.

   The really funny thing is that I tend to like almost everyone I meet.  as long as they have no affect on my existence, why not?   It’s when it gets deeper than that my issues tend to spring forth like a late blooming flower, all colorful rhetoric, with maladroit social graces as garnishment. 

    I guess what brought this on is I’m about to make a move.  Homewise this time.  One of many moves made this year.  For better or worse, my sedentary approach to my existence is in the middle of cataclysmic upheaval.  Faced with this, and being a firm believer in the old saw “in for a penny…in for a pound.” I’ve decided a change of scenery of the domicile variety is in order.  The kids are all for it as this place is cramped from hell, and with the ongoing alcoholism issues the other parental unit is currently experiencing they spend most of their time here.  I fear if more space is not forthcoming fratricide will be.

     I made this decision like I make most.  I saw it, I did it, nobody to consult.  I like that.  It makes things simple.  I am in one of my nearly perpetual sabbaticals from decent relationship living, and it removes all the comprehensive consultation and compromise that is required.   The last one ended like all of them.  It was wonderful, it was horrible, and it became intolerable.  Funny how love or the belief of love can do that.  After oodles of soul searching, I chalked it up as all my fault and went to breakfast.  That sounds a little snide, but it’s quite possibly as close to the truth as I’ll ever get on the matter, so its a good place to bury the body.  I could dig deeper and try to decipher the myriad of mistakes that created the death of it, but why put myself through that?  When it’s time to move you pack your shit and you move.  When its time to get over it you pack your emotional garbage, take a couple years off and deal with the abject misery of making all of your own decisions for awhile.  Darn, sounds horrid doesn’t it?

    I’m not sure how I got from misogyny to here, but I’d probably characterize myself as stubborn, selfish, and independent.  If that be misogyny then the dictionary has it all wrong.   For those of you not wishing to scamper to a dictionary, and being as dense as I am…it means being hostile or hateful toward women.  I’m hateful and hostile towward the bulk of society, and am disqualified as a result from taking part.  Damn the luck.

why do i do it?

   I don’t usually do these.  Straightforward speak isn’t a gift of mine.  i have 72,356 defense mechanisms that generally keep me from being figured out by anyone.  Except I suppose my children, because what the hell, someone always knows you.  Which isn’t the concern particularly.  what everyone should be concerned about is knowing themselves.  Unfortunately, thats not always the easiest thing in the world.

   Who are you? No, really.  Tell the truth now.  You are a product of your experiences, your intellect, and your emotions.  I’m sure there are more, but being as were all animals its probably best to keep it simple.  How you behave is on a very basic level your reaction to the combination of those three things.    Ergo, how you interact with the rest of the creatures on this planet tells a lot about you.  Bored yet?  I know, My sigmundcricket routine needs work.  thats what this is…practice makes perfect.  Lets work our way through a few practice exercises and see what falls out of your tree.  If nothing does that says nothing except that jiminy isn’t real good at pushing peoples buttons.  Apathy is a harsh mistress.

   How are your relationships with others?  Not how you see them.  How did they see you.? What are you doing?  How they saw you is irrelevant.  They looked at you through the prism of their own little troika.  See, you already messed up if you tried to look at it through their eyes.  Sorry, just funning with you.  True though.  the only way to know yourself is to take all the little skeletons out of the closet and let your mind perambulate through the bones for awhile. Go ahead.  Even if you’re a supreme whackjob you’ll be able to look in the mirror when you’re done.  Supreme whackjobs are unaware what they do is wrong.

   I personally am not so hot at relationships.  this isn’t a point of pride with me, but rather an obvious shortcoming.  I’ve been involved with what I think are wonderful women, and I somehow manage to bring out the worst in them.  I hear  “it’s not what you do, it’s what you don’t do” so many times I’ve developed a form of paralysis that makes me do less.  Not maybe the best way to handle a situation, but if you’re not pleasing your mate then you either get the hell out or change.

   Change is that jingly shit in your pocket.  I have a very limited ability to understand it as anything else.  You can either fight who you are, or you can roll over on your back and drift with the current.  This isn’t to say I’ve never made an effort to change.  It just never takes.  Mulishness leads me to believe that though I have several hundred thousand flaws, they are mine and I enjoy them, and I am keeping them.

We’re not here to talk about me though.  What is it that makes a person leap to the defense of someone they don’t know at the merest hint of a slight? What does that tell you?  I don’t know, I’m asking.  It tells me that they have a bit of a problem with insecurity, and are therefore uncommonly overprotective.  It probably tells you something else.  We don’t have common experiences is my point.  We can both go through exactly the same thing, and see the entire situation differently.  Other experiences we have cause this divergence in observation.  i know, you’re thinking this is way elementary to you.  It may well be.  Your exalted intellect has now taken the baton from your experiences, and is willing to carry the load for awhile.

   Intellect is a funny thing.  When looking at yourself it’s more important to understand what you don’t know than what you do.   There are no omnipotent intellects, and yes, that includes yours.  Ok, I’ll grudgingly add mine, but I do mean grudgingly. I know some incredibly intelligent people. Dumber than stumps.  Can’tt wipe their butt if you don’t have directions next to the toilet paper dispenser.  It’s because  they have managed through education and study to amass a burgeoning cesspool of knowledge, yet managed to cocoon themselves within their specific fields of study and failed to experience life outside that bubble.   Having a sound intellect without experience is what leads to…well, for lack of a better term….blogging.  That was just a cruel and unnecessary shot, and I apologize.  I’m sure you know what I mean here.  Without experience intellect isn’t exactly filet mignon.

   Halt you heathen bastard, I shall take no more of your troglodytic slander.  See, right there your emotion took over.  I could rattle on for hours about this one.  I could attempt to inveigle you to my way of thinking, and if I knew the right buttons to push based on your intellect and experience probably succeed.  Unfortunately, my emotions don’t allow me to get real persistent.  I’m not exactly warm and fuzzy, and I’ m not cold and heartless.  My experience and intellect have created a mixture of cynicism and naivete, and you should try lugging that cross up Golgotha.

    Ok, so none of that means anything boys and girls.  we know this because I said it.  It’s just worthless junk tossed on the trash heap of your experience.  Yep, you just experienced 7 minutes of Criminy Freud, and still don’t know yourself any better than you did when we started.  You might know me a little better, but that and $43.00 will barely get you a tripple cappucina mocha souffle at starbucks.  BTW, I know nothing about coffee.

   did I mention love?  No?  go figure.