Do you suppose it’s possible that online dating services are actually just fronts for the National Security Agency and that all the personal stuff you so eagerly supply to their servers will some day be used against you in a court of law and/or on the TV?
Oh, well. Such are the wages of social dysfunction and involuntary celibacy.
A lot of people I read have been linking to Joseph A. Palermo’s ham-handedness at today’s Huffington Post because it is so monumentally stupid:
Jon Stewart and The Daily Show should be mindful whenever Obama is the target of their satire that they don’t end up regurgitating Republican talking points. The Daily Show is far more influential than it was four years ago when Bush still had millions of people duped. The producers should be careful when poking fun at Obama not to provide fuel for the right-wing slime machine. Poke fun at Obama all you want, but do it in a way that also reveals the Republicans’ mendacity and hypocrisy.
Palermo’s fear of what his party has done is so fragrant that he needs someone to follow him around to clear the stink lines emanating from his head. Threatening Jon Stewart with the disapproval of the Obamatons? Giving Stewart directions on how to criticize Obama? What a childish head-zealot. There are three things I will never understand: veganism, scat, and liberals who don’t notice liberal bias in Big Media. I mean, Jee-zus.
Oh, and I don’t want to let a single calendar month between now and November go by without my explicit request that the Democratic Party apologize to me for permitting this nonsense. What have you done to my former party? The one that Bill and Hillary Clinton invited me into before the Big Dog’s lies became too much and I went into protest voter mode until 11 September 2001. You Eleven Percenters are crap to me and I have zero respect for the Democratic Party for this effrontery. Is Obama in any way remarkable on the merits? Look at someone like Ted Kennedy. That’s a guy you can really get a hate-on for. I once had a boss who would routinely excuse himself with newspaper in one hand and his spit-cup in the other to go “take a Ted Kennedy.” Love him or hate him, the man inspires genuine reaction and occupies a large place in our lifetimes. In mine, I’ve never known an America without Ted Kennedy —and I’m pushing forty! What claim on History and Americanism can Obama make? Very little. He showed up without warrant and the idiots went to drooling. I don’t like him. I don’t trust him. And it’s hard to respect people who think he is qualified to be the most powerful man in the world in this season of his life. Maybe another season. Fine. But Obama will have to lose much if ever hopes to win again.
Before I call it a night, I just want to say here that I loved George Carlin and that I am sorry to hear of his death. He was an extremely thoughtful and principled guy, so far as I know, and a total riot. My Daddy and brothers and I used to love his HBO specials. Man, I’d love to see some of those again. I guess they’re already out there in one form or another. Anyhow, Carlin was a great comedian and a great American and I am glad that he shared his love of words —and his understanding of the human condition— with all of us.
Every now and then, my ice-maker will do a spot-on impression of a home invasion robber and unleash a cold flash of adrenaline throughout my body as I grab the nearest weapon at hand and leap to my feet to smash someone’s face in. Tonight, it’s the junebugs bouncing off my windows.
Jesus! Gotta get some sleep.
You never know, man. You never know.
Then again, life is everything more than wondering about when you are going to die. Because that is the end of the annihilatory mind of Litmoid Man —not the ultimate aspiration to the well-examined life of Thinking Man, who has something to show for his own turn at the Great Wheel of Being and Nothingness.
I left scratches and scratchings. I left beauty and joy. I left ambivalence and hatred. Because I did live them. And do —even now— though it is all indifference. But, as with the vast majority of human beings, I was neither hot nor cold, but lukewarm and, thus, was spewed out of the maw of permanence.
Whom the gods would save they first make to forget.
The Statesman is reporting that Johnston High School will be closed and then “repurposed.” I don’t know what that second word means in this case, but the first one I get. And I say good. What a dreadful dump.
I hope they also close down Pearce Middle School, which is another haven for incompetence and indiscipline. In fact, they ought to tear the place down and salt the earth where it stood. When I was subbing in this school district back in the 1990s, I got so angry once at the disrespect shown to me by the subhuman dreck running Pearce that I actually wrote a letter to my employer telling them I would never again accept an assignment there. It was a pretty angry letter, too. If I ever come across my copy of it, I will post it here.
My opinion of public education boils down to this: it will continue to disserve our society because it’s no longer possible to insist on discipline. That’s it. Teachers can’t teach anymore because they are at the mercy of ill-bred and ill-mannered children and worthless administrators who routinely betray their best teachers to politics and expediency.
If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can’t, pop a fucking liberal education bureaucrat in his stupid hippie mouth.
I regard Hillary Rodham Clinton as a hero to her party and to our Republic. She is doing all she can to stop the madness of this choice her party has made tonight. I am proud of my vote for her a few months ago and I hope she becomes the next Majority Leader of the United States Senate —where she will very probably shine. And where I can abuse her from time to time for being a yankee liberal.
I’ve had Bow Wow Wow’s “I Want Candy” in my head all day.
It must be some measure of Ellas McDaniel’s power that he actually owns a particular beat. Thank you, sir. You are an American treasure.
Because he disrespects regionalism in America. I suspect I could kick his ass in an argument about the Electoral College because you know full well that he doesn’t understand the evolution of this great nation from colonies to states. He understands cosmopolitanism —and when he went to get up some group identity? He grabbed a handful of angry Black Nationalism masquerading as Black Liberation theology masquerading as just some other church. And he’s held on to it, so far as I know, up to this very moment. Twenty years of that outlandish, conspiracy-minded horseshit? He’s a liar to say he didn’t know what Wright was preaching. And I have no doubt that the proof of that is nearly here.
Barry, you don’t understand your own country. It is that very ignorance that has given you what your very own baptist has called the audacity of hope —past the point of reason and warrant alike.
Congratulations to Hillary. I especially liked how she gave such prominence to Ted Kennedy at the top of her speech tonight. I don’t like Ted Kennedy as a politician or even as a man, but I must respect his place in American History. It is a large and important place. I wish him and his loved ones peace and commiseration.
One of the most beautiful women I know is also a waitress at my favorite restaurant —a great Vietnamese place in South Austin— and, today, she told me that I remind her of her dearly departed horse because his name was also Toby. Because of the name. The name makes her happy, so when she sees me, it…uh…
I’ve been going into this place for years and I think that’s maybe the most she’s ever said to me at one time. Naturally, I’ve taken the time this afternoon and evening to completely zapruder the hell out of her completely unprecedented remarks and to contemplate polluting myself to their memory, but I am more bemused than anything else. If bemused still means horny.
Oh, and who cares that John Edwards endorsed BHO? Keith Olbermann, who is a miserable propagandist craphound, seems to think Edwards’ coronation today of the Southside Messiah is far more important than the 2-to-1 shellacking Mrs. Clinton gave to him in West Virginia yesterday. Get a clue, Olbamamann. People know what this race is about.
