08.25.09
Sore Decayer
Sorry that this blog sucks. I am becoming indifferent to it.
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07.19.09
Gay
Jesus, could I be any happier? I’m almost nauseatingly at peace with the world.
For instance, I’m out driving around a while ago —completely oblivious to the carbon bigfootprint I was putting down— and I spot these two cats moving down the sidewalk in some sort of fraternally-cocksure gait. It’s a pair of very young black men —eleven or twelve, tops— wearing their white cotton wifebeaters and sporting some sort of overlong shorts or trunks. And they’re wearing them in a dignified manner —even pulled up to their waists! (Their kicks I don’t know from; I wasn’t paying attention.)
So, I’m idling there at the light with some early James Brown funk going on and watching these guys —and just beaming. And I’m thinking of all the afternoons of my own youth spent with my friends and of us wearing the appropriate uniforms of our day when we, too, would walk the streets like we owned them. And I’m thinking and hoping for these young men that they live long and prosper and realize the privilege that comes to men of my age to see the world anew in every moment lived with charity in one’s heart.
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06.18.09
Voting “Present” on Iran
Earlier this evening, I tried to learn from his fanatic followers what good reason Obama has for his weak and insipid statements on the unrest in Iran —but no one could come up with anything. Well, actually, one guy brought up Mossadegh and 1953, but that chapter in Iranian history is vastly less relevant than anti-American goatee-strokers wish it to be. Iranians don’t care what the CIA did there in the 1950s, but they do care about what can be done now with 1979, which is where their country has been mouldering away for too long.
It’s quite clear that Obama’s fantasy of getting elected President (formerly also known as the Leader of the Free World) never included any thoughts of actually standing up for the universal rights of liberty and self-rule. There was a time, of course, when such ideals were as natural with Democrats as anything else identifiably American, but that’s all been traded in now. And for what? Miserable lives as totalitarian groupies, apparently. The idiots now calling themselves Democrats or “progressives” are as indifferent to the fate of free peoples elsewhere in the world as any isolationist here ever was. They are as much a disgrace as their lord and savior —content with voting present on one of the great potential movements of this decade.
Oh —and is there anything my racism can’t explain? Never! Any criticism of the growing Socialism in this country or anger at the systematic dismantling of our strategic strength in the world is simply rebutted by cries of racism. I don’t know how much longer these mindless drones can keep that particular charge going, but it’s sure to be a laugh to see them use it one time too many, but time and time again.
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06.12.09
Letterman
When I was a kid, I enjoyed the hell out of David Letterman. He had a huge influence on mine and my brothers’ senses of humor.
But I stopped watching him a very long time ago because he turned into a miserable prick who enjoys hurting people’s feelings and humiliating them. I even remember the moment I vowed to stop watching him. One night —maybe 15 years ago?— he had on an old gentleman farmer who had brought a collection of vegetables he had grown that resembled famous faces. A potentially cute little segment that Letterman turned into a vicious attack on this old man’s dignity. Dolly Parton was a guest and I believe she even remained for that part of the program. I very much doubt the grand dame of Sevier County, Tennessee appreciated Letterman’s assholishness, although I don’t remember her reaction for a fact. (Maybe I should write her and ask if she recalls that night. I’ve seen her on a lot of programs lately and she’s as charming as ever.)
Anyway, this joke Letterman made about what is essentially the rape of Sarah Palin’s 14 year-old daughter the other night was stupid, mean, and unfunny. He should be a man and make a full and unambiguous apology. But no one is going to make him because he has bought the good opinion of asshole liberals everywhere with his gratuituous swipes at Republicans. He’s insulated against criticism because of his politics. That’s a bad thing for our culture and for women, in case you were wondering.
(Yeah, I know I’ve written this same post before, but Letterman’s a jerk who deserves for his mistreatment of that old man to be remembered forever. And now he can be remembered as someone who likes to make cracks about young girls being raped.)
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05.24.09
My Morning Jacket’s “Librarian”
I woke up this morning with a song in my head that I believe I heard for the first and only time about a week ago. It was from My Morning Jacket’s appearance on Austin City Limits, which is thankfully still in my DVR.
Anyway, I think that “Librarian” is a stunningly beautiful song. The lyrics are rich and wistful and the steel guitar is reminiscent of Dylan’s “Lay, Lady, Lay.” In fact, this song is that song’s precocious but dutiful lovechild.
What beautiful harmonies to awaken to. Thank you, gentlemen.
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05.20.09
Cross-Composted
Just think about all the eerie similarities between the Religion of Global Warming and certain monotheisms we know:
There’s certainly prophecy.
As well as eschatology.
And a seemingly inexhaustible measure of zealotry.
Did I mention disputes over doctrine and the constant striving for orthodoxy, generally?
Could also mention tithing and rituals and martyrdom and all the lying.
Lying? You bet. There’s a lot of nonsense that one is obligated to believe. Credo quia absurdum. But the hippies don’t see it my way. Instead, they believe themselves to be heroic saviors of the Earth because of where they come down on the “issue” of carbon dioxide.
This carbon tax that Henry Waxman and other discredited Californios are trying to implement is a giant fucking Socialist power grab. Wherever you live, tell your Congressman that you don’t want to fork over a mortgage payment’s worth of taxes every year to some United Nations-managed treasury of carbon-meritoriousness. This is a scam, dude. A post-American economy-destroying scam intended to enrich the Democratic Party and its collaborators.
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05.11.09
Heathen
I saw a pregnant woman smoking today. I think I actually gasped at the sight of it. WTF?! I might as well have caught a glimpse of a chimp doing calligraphy for all my disbelief.
I know it’s not illegal for an expectant mother to do such a thing, but it is still shocking to the conscience. At least mine.
As a very fat man, I realize that self-mortification comes in many forms, but this isn’t just about her. Very obviously.
More I shall not say.
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04.15.09
The Austin Tea Party
I’ve just returned home from a few hours in the company of thousands of like-minded citizens and strangers, walking with them from the south steps of the Texas State Capitol down to Auditorium Shores on Lady Bird Lake and back again. I’m no good with guessing crowd sizes, but it cannot have been fewer (”Fewer”? They still use “fewer”?) than 3,000. If someone said 4,500, I’d believe that, too. Hundreds of amazing signs, protest babes, and other memorable sights. We owned the western (southbound) half of Congress Avenue from the Capitol snaking down to the South First Street Bridge and thence to the lake.
Most enjoyable. It is reinvigorating to see so many people want to express themselves —especially in denunciation of sacks of dung like Nancy Pelosi and Janet Napolitano.
Long Live Texas! Long Live the Tenth Amendment to the United States Constitution! (And I wish here to pay my compliments to our state’s governor, who knows how to read them tea leaves prettier than most.)
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04.08.09
Breaking the Hudna
The White House is denying this afternoon that Barack Obama bowed to the King of Saudi Arabia last week. Jesus! How stupid can they be? They are now inviting the public to question their sanity. They will not like the verdict.
As I explained to certain of you degenerate post-American losers last year, Obama has less of a claim on Christianity than Islam. By far. (His time in Jeremiah Wright’s church was a political act of no spiritual quality whatsoever.) He was, in fact, born to a Muslim father and raised as a Muslim by another Muslim man for most of his formative years. And that was okay with everybody on the way to his installment because it was a package deal that self-loathing post-Americans were ordering: voting for the Immaculate Step-Brother would absolve us of all our racist and imperial and Blonde Jesus-loving sins. No one could ever quite say how the mechanics of that would work, but they meant it. By the millions. And I do get that. But I still hate it. And I won’t be satisfied until certain of you who voted for Barack Hussein Obama are made to squeal in regret. Because there are so many lies he’s told and so many lies he’s told that you’ve ignored that it becomes a deathwatch on your integrity to reckon up all the excuses and rationalizations you’ve made to protect your pathetic little emotional investments in this man. It’s wall-to-wall partisan whoredom. It’s post-American treachery.
Well, what finally can be believed of this ultimate confidence man? Will you allow him now to tell you even what you have seen with your own eyes? Go to the video. That wasn’t him stooping to conquer, see. That was him in abject obeisance to the Great Custodian of the Shrines. It was done as a signal to the rest of the Mohammedans that the change they had hoped for was here at last. It made me sick to see it and it makes me sicker still to see him deny it. Let him pay a heavy political price for this latest and most outrageous lie.
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