I was rummaging around

July 13, 2007

  and realized I haven’t upset anyone in awhile.  I mean really upset them, and it makes me feel like i’m not doing the one thing I was placed on this planet to do.  That being said….

My best friend growing up was a lesbian.  I didn’t know she was a lesbian, and I’m pretty sure since we slept together a time or 6 she didn’t either.  Once we were grown we were still friends, but we stopped sleeping together.  She told me things about when she was growing up that I had never known.  Her step-dad was one of those sick fucks, and without going into details should’ve been taken out behind the barn and shot.  He had 5 step daughters.  Anyway, I went to hang out with her and all her lesbian chums In Virginia Beach.  Oh, she was in the navy at the time.

   Each of the young ladies in her little don’t ask don’t tell clique seemed to have stories much like hers.  They were all very nice people, and i had a very enjoyable week.  On the last night I was there they took me to dinner at a bar restaurant called Reflections.  It had a bit of a gender bender type crowd.  The best looking gal in the place was this really nice guy named Scott.  I pride myself on being able to be plopped down anywhere and thrive on whatever happens.

   I did.  It was a very good night. I met a lot of freaks.  they met the personification of mentally deranged straght, and a fine time was had by all.  The food, I had shrimp alfredo, was terrific, the booze flowed as it was supposed to, and i think I danced with at least three human genders, and maybe a couple of aliens.

  Afterwards everyone went to their respective homes, and we all got together for the big sendoff the next day.  4 of the young ladies showed up for my departure with black eyes.  It’s quite possible that their upbringings had nothing to do with the sexual orientation choice, but i’m betting it had something to do with the relationships they were in being abusive.

That’s right…i wrote about something personal, and about lesbians.  If you aren’t mad yet, remember.  I have the whole weekend.

oh, I’m not a lesbian

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Dad of the year

July 13, 2007

my son comes home and says “dad, I caused a car accident,” with a big smile on his face.  Regardless of the circumstances, that’s not a nice combination.  I asked anyway.  “I was walking down the sidewalk, and this woman drives by, and she’s got this rubberneck thing going on staring at me. Then wham, she plows right into a pickup from behind.”  “was anyone hurt?”  “nope.  I went over and checked.”  I’m pleased he went to check, but damn his ego is going to be hard to fit in the house.

son #2 comes home.  He says “Dad, I need to talk to you.”  My mind screams “uh oh.”  My mouth says “go ahead.”  Well, I really like my best friends sister, and you know more about this kind of thing than Zach, so what should I do.”

“well, first you should be a better judge of what others know,” says I.  I know almost nothing about women, and the only moderately successful relationship I’ve ever had ended in death.  “well Zach just said “bros before ho’s.”  (can you do that with quotation marks? who cares? So I said “no man who has succeeded in a relationship has lived by that addage since we were writing on caves with dung.”  “well, what should I do?”  “whatever you decide.  Let me know how it works out.”

Daughter comes home.  “dad, can I have $20 to go to the movies with Kelsey?  Her mom says she’ll go with us.”

Sometimes daughters are the easy ones.


6 a.m. hateful

July 13, 2007

t.v is on

barry bonds can kiss my ass

george bush can kiss my ass

each and every nitwit on fox and friends can kiss my ass

i hope this guy gets the chair for that.

go ahead..raise my fuckin taxes.

Roscoe is so lucky I don’t tend toward kicking things

it rained again….flue riser is a term you should learn if you ever want to experience true 6 a.m. hateful

goodbye   good riddance

get lost


beauty

July 13, 2007

moth  I’m not into classic beauty.  I like flaws…not quasimodo, but something.  Anyone can think a butterfly is beautiful.

 I like moths


It’s not the system…it’s the electorate

July 13, 2007

I know, but if people could only blog about what they really think, most blogs would have only 3 or 4 words, and a lot of toenail picking going on.  I give a lot of the politicians crap.  I decry the value of the pundit as leadership icon, and the talking heads I chastise as vociferously as possible as the despoilers of our society.  Unfortunately, the voters are the reason this country is so incredibly jacked up.

Let’s start with my favorites, the pauliacs.  They actually represent a lot larger segment of society than their incredibly inflated blog numbers would suggest.  They are partly aware of whats going on in the world around them.  Not a bad thing.   A few of them are open to honest discourse, and in fact I’ve had at least three say that Ron’s behaviour on a certain issue I’ve posted was “troubling.”  I get a lot of Ron Paul hits.  3.  3. 3. Willing to think they’re guy might have behaved inproperly. 

   Being close minded is not a new thing, nor is it a rare thing.  It’s what politicians crave.  slavish devotion to hyperbolic rhetoric is a must if you want a stable base.  What intrigues me about the Pauliacs, is the rhetoric is self generating.  Ron is a little on the modest side, and is not prone to pitching his resume around.  He has been vocal about his non-interventionist beliefs, but other than that he’s been a fairly quiet guy.  Not his followers.  They don’t care what he does he is right, and they are more than happy to let you know it.

   They aren’t the worst to me.  Nor are the apathetic masses that consistently decide not to vote.  Or, maybe, never even give it a thought.  Too busy, to bored, to lazy, or to disinterested to be bothered with electing one more person that will disappoint them on a daily basis for at least the next 4 years.  I can not begin to count the number of times I have heard “damn elections…i can’t buy beer until 6 o’clock.”

The ones that really flat out make me dysfunctional are the ones that vote and have no idea what they are voting for.  They see someone that looks presidential, or some highly polished sphincter muscle tells them on the news who to vote for, or they accept as a given that if the person is a member of their party he fits their beliefs.  These are the ones that are destroying society.  They think for whatever reason that Ann Coulter’s picture would look nice on the gunrack so they take the advice of this entertainer, or they think al franken is a hoot (that should be a hanging offense in itself) so they vote for his guy. Congresswoman Julia Carson IN has been elected several times , quite simply because she is black.  She has no qualifications, no particular charisma, no special knowledge of the issues, but she comes from a predominantly black district.  that’s hardly a reaosn to vote for someone, and I’m willing to venture that she does more harm than good.  Not because she is black, but because she was elected because she was black.  The same thing happens over and over and over.  This catholic borough votes in this catholic idiot, and this jewish neighborhood votes for this jewish alderman.

It will never change.  We don’t have the desire for it to change.  We don’t have a passion to do the work that will make the change.  We want to ride a horse like Ron Paul to change.  We don’t want to raise a bunch of horses at the local level.  That would be a lot of work and take a lot of time.  It is also the only way to true change in our government.  It’s do the work, or let the money choose. Rather let the money tell you who you should choose since you are to ignorant to ecide on your own.

   Now since I’m probably labeled a racist let me take it one step further.  We need a test for voters.  You need to take a test to drive a car, to get out of high school, to enter college, to get in the military.  Yet you don’t need to take a test to choose the leadership of our country.?  that’s just wrong.

There…now i’m not a racist….now i hate everyone equally.