TOBY PETZOLD

I don’t know much about him, but I have always liked Richard Carmona. He’s a smart man, a bad-ass, and a real hero. 

His criticisms of this Administration for its ideological censorship of his public statements while he served as our nation’s Surgeon General are welcome to me. That’s because conservatives in this country need to have men like Carmona slap them in the face and say, “If you don’t want degenerate Dhimmicrats running this country, you’d best get over your bullshit views on homosexuals, birth control, abortion, and whatever else.” And that’s a fact. Republicans are risking everything by letting the evangelicals bully them.

Thanks, General, for being legitimate.

Setting: Me and another semi-country boy. Earlier this evening. In the parking lot at Target. Stopping in my tracks to look up into a beautiful Texas sky and behold a fantastic storm migrating to the northwest. The whole, sobering grey and blue palette.

Pardner, passing by: Don’t look good.

Me: Purdy, though.

The Moon will save the human race—

Were loonies beaten off their path—

The unthrown stone remains in place—

Through orbitary aftermath.

A blast unguarded —global fire—

Here’s thirty pieces, you fucking liars—

Now go and reckon what you did

When you did nothing but blame the Yid.

Here is an interesting Popular Mechanics article Professor Reynolds links to on the effects the DVR is having on our TV-watching habits:

Our Scientific Atlanta DVR is my wife’s favorite digital toy, and she has learned to postpone the start of her favorite shows by 20 minutes (a phenomenon known as “time shifting”), since that generally assures her that she can zoom through the commercials to catch up with the show exactly at its end. It’s more than just a convenience to her; she enjoys it as if avoiding commercials were a game, and chides me when I forget to fast-forward through the ads.

I actually don’t have a DVR, but I have long been very big —too big— on recording favorite programming to have to watch later and enjoy. Consequently, I am a slave to a rather large video library that probably takes up too much of my physical storage space. I no longer add to the burden, though, having given up that habit in one of those weird preoccupational shifts that sometimes come over me. Gave up smoking the same way. The bottom line is that there’s a lot of bullshit on the TV. Lots of degenerate and degrading and disgusting garbage. People must remember to not watch psychic garbage because it poisons their reason. What’s fun to do instead is to watch things that matter and which please and edify you. Rootedness and reinforcement of what we have seen and know is the surest defense against mesmerism. You know: all that “experiencing it again for the very first time” stuff.  

Katrina was an inside job.

I don’t care what these clowns say: I got Neanderthal genes up in this mug. They’re gonna find that out some day. Whatever they think they know now about our species, they will be wrong about that. That ain’t no mule shoe, neither: I got knuckledragger all over this mofo.

Broken people cannot unbreak others,

Nor share their pieces where they gather

Even though they think they would,

They’re crazy —and shall never do.  

That may very well have been a sinus infection of some kind I went home with Monday afternoon, but it was nothing —nothing— compared to the stomach virus I woke up with Monday night.

Jesus! Do you know how sick I have to be for even the thought of food to be nauseating?

I’m still tired as hell. Got to get my electrolytes back up.

I can’t stand people who are always sick. So, whenever I get sick, I can’t stand my self.

Yecchhh.

ESPN’s reporting that Ricky Williams has failed his piss test and cannot apply for reinstatement to the NFL until September.

I used to just shake my head a little and make a distracted expression when I’d hear about Williams’ seemingly deliberate inability to not smoke until it occurred to me —just now— that there’s nothing “seeming” about it: it is a deliberate refusal to not smoke.

It would be a good thing if this were widely used as a point of interest in the ongoing [debate] over the almost-incredible stupidity of the war on drugs and on marihuana, in particular, but some people have an interest in pretending that world-class athletes are somehow adversely affected by their use of marihuana. It isn’t true, though. Except, of course, as a legal and, therefore, professional matter. Otherwise, it is self-evidently stupid to suggest that these huge and powerful professional athletes are harming themselves with the recreational use of a plant.

Yeah, well. I know the sports community may speak to it, but it’s just going to be company man bullshit. 

Was I not supposed to notice that “global warming” is being forced out by the Gorebot masses and getting replaced by weird phrases like “human-induced global climate change”?

That’s no shit. Just keep this in mind the next time you read something about global warming written from the Left. What’s happening to this phrase that I just used in the previous sentence?

It’s losing its direction.

It’s no longer warming —which certainly suggests a particular direction of the thermometer— but, instead, is changing.

Why the weasel-word? Is the Left’s intellectual conscience stirring from its drunken sloth to recognize that the religious devotion to environmentalism as an ideology may be affecting Scientific truth?

Well. Here’s the news that we short-lived furry mammals don’t ever get because of how long it takes to ride the cycle: you don’t know anything. That is not the elephant’s trunk you’re pulling on, you ignorant sod. Life on Earth is a study —God’s study, if you must— in creation on a knife’s edge. We exist because of where we are and in what proportions and by what accidents we are and would not otherwise be outside that necessity. There is more damage to be done to us and our technologies in the fluctuations in the radiation and heat emanating from the heart of the Sun than there will be in whether or not the ice shelves are melting. You don’t know anything. “Human-induced” what?! If you’re going to take on the mantle of Godhood, you stupid hippies, at least stick with the word that brung you: warming. Global warming. That’s the thing you insist is happening, so use the fucking word and stop being weasels. Because, when you just call it climate change, it really doesn’t speak to me. It seems like a cop-out. And it is. Because you don’t know anything.