Cynicism - n. An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others
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Thursday, November 04, 2004
You! Yeah you! You're fucking stupid!
If you're surfing around and came to this site from some Google search, and if you're living in some Red State and voted for that insufferable prick in the White House I've got news for you. You're being used and you're too fucking stupid to realize it.
I heard some woman on ABC saying that this is not what it seems. According to her, the president never wanted Ashcroft but he was forced on him by the religious right. This rumor is being pushed by those in the bush administration who want him out right away before some shit hits the fan (Plame? Kenny Boy?)
Whatever. It occurred to me that if we had a good message machine we would immediately seize upon this to sow divisions between Bush and his newly empowered evangelical base. They love Johnny. Isn't it a slap in the face that their beloved Bush is pushing him out of office the day after the election?
Get this through your Neanderthal-thick, Nascar loving fucking skulls...
Now that the deserting, coke-snorting, drunk fratboy diebolded his second term he doesn't fucking need you anymore, unless it gets him and his more CASH.
All I am is a very minor league liberal blogger. But you know what, my page gets indexed every couple of days by Google, and my site ranking is nothing to sneeze at. So every chance I get I'll throw something out there so Google picks it up. And I know how the Internet... excuse me... the new term according to the Grand Wizard is InternetS...work. I'll get eyeballs. Whether I can get minds... well...
Have fun grabbing your cocks, ejaculating on your precious copies of Left Behind waiting for the end times or whatever the fuck you call it.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Looks like I was wrong
Just a wee bit off.
Right now I am emotionally drained.
And my gut tells me that Amerika is not such a great place anymore. I wonder...
Oh yeah. That's the end of this blog for now. Really, what is the fucking point. I have to go learn about Nascar...
Monday, November 01, 2004
Obligatory Election Day Prediction
Okay, gotta get this in under the wire:
Kerry: 322 Electoral Votes
Bush: 216 EV
States for Kerry: CA, WA, OR, HI, NM, NV, MN, IA, AR, WI, IL, MI, OH, FL, PA, ME, NH, VT, NY, MA, RI, CT, NJ, DE, MD, DC
States for Bush: AK, ID, MT, WY, ND, SD, UT, CO, AZ, NE, KS, OK, MO, TX, LA, MS, KY, TN, AL, NC, SC, GA, IN, WV, VA
Let's see if it's worth as much as this warm bucket of spit sitting here.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Testing with iBlog
Monday, October 25, 2004
Granted, William Gibson and I will never inhabit any of the same social circles, but apparently we do live in the same area of the blogosphere...
The Big 5 (in the Big Ten sense of the word) Blogs I read everyday are:
- Daily Kos
- JMM's Talking Points Memo
- Washington Monthly
- James Wolcott
A couple of weeks ago I added Gibson's blog to my daily read list. Now I'm getting this surreal sense of .... I don't know what... but it freaks me out to find out Gibson reads the same stuff I do.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
No Wolcott Blogwhoring today
Not gonna trackback to one of Wolcott's posts today.
I feel shitty for throwing a link up with no repsonse on my part. (Scroll down)
Feh! I liked the post and thought it stood without comment. And I was tired!!
But check Wolcott out anyway. I like his nostalgic view of Carson. Even if I do think Johnny is old and busted.
As someone much wittier than I has said, "That's good bloggin!"
The AWOL Project
Just ventured over here after seeing it referenced at both Atrios and Salon.
WOW! Yeoman's work by Mr. Paul Lukasiak. Somebody who really went down the rabbit hole.
My thanks to Mr. Lukasiak. I don't know if I would have had the mettle. Or stomach.
Why didn't he make Captain?
Just had a nice conversation with my dad. FYI, he's a Vietnam Vet. Did time in country in 1967 and 68. (Didn't earn a Purple Heart if you must know - this confirms to me that they weren't so easy to come by, anecdotal evidence be damned).
I suffered an ugly incident over the holiday weekend where one of my inlaws essentially spat on my father's service. All to score some cheap comedic points. It involved someone stubbing their finger at dinner. Then the years 1967 and 68 were mentioned. Next came a comment on Purple Hearts. I saw red.
Did I mention that my inlaws hale from Fresburg. Their politics follow suit. Being nice I didn't say anything. Didn't want to cause a scene. Maybe I should have said something. Just let it blow. But I held back. And I did mention it to my Dad.
He's a better man than I am. "I know. I hear what you're saying," he said. "But to be honest, I want to move beyond this."
Vietnam wasn't a great experience for him. I can remember finding some old reel to reel tapes and hearing his audio letters home. (Think audblog '60's style) The one thing that I clearly recall is him telling his older sister, "We don't know what we're doing over here. We don't know why we're here." Unlike George W. Bush, my father didn't come from a family with deep political connections. Or money. But he knows honor. And what it means to be a good man. And he served his time. Gave the Air Force 8 years of his life.
But as our conversation drifted to that shitty fuck living at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., my father mentioned something that made me pause.
"You know, back then ('68) if you joined the reserves and went to OCS (Officer's Candidate School) or whatever they called it back then, you came our of OCS a 2nd Lt. And if you served your tour, as a pilot you'd get bumped to 1st, at the end you'd make Captain. Then if you reupped you'd get another bump to Major or Lt. Col. Why didn't George get bumped to Captain?"
Things that make you say hmmmm.....
And oh yeah, to those of you that want to make jokes and piss on veterans who actually served our country:
Make fun of me. But don't you ever shit on my father's and my grandfathers' service to our country.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Sometimes the truth hurts
Time for a little pop culture break.
It probably comes as no surprise that on the Leno/Letterman debate I fall into the Letterman camp. Grew up on him. Can remember sneaking to stay up LATE to catch him at 12:30. First memory: Bob and Doug Mackenzie. I can remember when Leno was his go-to guest. Now I find Leno's act to be grating.
But at the risk of becoming a Wolcott blogwhore, you have to go read his analysis of the War of Late Night. He's spot on. And as a Letterman devotee, it stings.... bad.
Check it out.