This from the New York Times:
Biking is booming in New York City, with the number of daily cyclists rising to an average of 236,000 in 2009, up 26 percent from 2008, according to statistics compiled by Transportation Alternatives, a pro-biking nonprofit group.
Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg and other city leaders have praised the increase in cycling for reducing congestion and pollution and making the city streets safer overall. To accommodate the surge in bike commuters, the city has installed hundreds of bike racks and roughly 200 miles of new bike lanes in the past three years, with plans for future expansion.
Yet according to a recent weeklong investigative series by Tony Aiello, a reporter with New York City’s WCBS-TV (Channel 2), the cycling boom is breeding a backlash. Entitled “Bike Bedlam,” the segments turned a critical eye on reckless riders who flout traffic laws, and profiled a young father who was killed by a cyclist riding the wrong way on a one-way street in Midtown Manhattan. A former bike shop owner declared that cyclists were “way out of control.”
The reaction of the New York City biking community was mixed, with some cycling bloggers decrying the series for perceived sensationalism, and other admitting that too many cyclists were, in fact, ignoring traffic laws, often flagrantly.
“Cyclists, clean up your freaking act,” wrote Jen Benepe, a cycling blogger.
The Web site BikeBlogNYC urged “fellow cyclists” to heed the laws of the road. “Take those flip-flops off, put down that cellphone, put on a helmet, ride in the correct direction and pay attention,” read a recent post that, at the same time, mocked the WCBS series as sensationalist.
So, exactly how dangerous are New York City cyclists to pedestrians? When it comes to fatalities, not very: according to statistics compiled by the city’s Department of Transportation, just 11 pedestrians died as a result of crashes with cyclists between 1996 and 2005 — a tiny fraction of the 256 New York City pedestrians killed by drivers in 2009 alone.
As for pedestrian injuries caused by rouge cyclists, WCBS’s report exposed what the city now admits is a gaping hole in its data-collection methods.
“Many New Yorkers have stories to tell about dangerous encounters with bike riders, but when you look for statistics, they are nowhere to be found,” Mr. Aeillo reported. “New York City doesn’t keep a central database of accidents involving bicycles and pedestrians.”
In an e-mail to the Web site StreetsBlogNYC, Department of Transportation spokesman Seth Solomonow said the city would work to close that information gap.
“We’re aggressively trying to improve the way that bike-on-ped data is collected,” Mr. Solomonow wrote. “The state D.O.T. database does a really good job of measuring motor vehicle crashes. We really want to know about these subsets, and we need to get more detail.”
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Dinner with the enemy
While enjoying some decent if not bland Mexican food with some very old friends in San Clemente last week, I was reminded more than once that this was Dick Nixons favorite restaurant. If memory serves me, I actually at the presidents special, which I think contains a chile something and something in a corn tortilla. Dick Nixon, even in death, leaves a pain in my stomach and bad memories.
I did, however, get into a little tiff regarding the upcoming election. Seems the consensus was that President Obama is an idiot and the democrats are a bunch of professional dorks. I tend to agree with the latter, but Obama still has time and the ability to bully from his pulpit. The democrats though, are history, at least in the upcoming election.
For a couple of election cycles the democrats have won and won big. They did this for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was George Bush. Possibly, probably, the worst president in history, he was a huge straw man that most democrats could beat and beat repeatedly. Bush is gone now and with control of the White House, congress and the senate, the democrats have proven themselves to be as corrupt and idiotic as their inbred republican friends.
See, I think the democrats should have taken the view that ownership of the White House and both houses gave them a unique point in history where they could actually accomplish something, like nationalized healthcare, or a stimulus package that actually stimulated. Instead, they allowed republicans to water down any meaningful legislation with amendments and ideas that meant nothing to the electorate, and instead, ruined anything of meaning.
So what do they have to show for two years of control? A terrible job on almost every level. Barney Frank, the lisping-prancing chair of the congressional committee in charge of regulating banks and investment companies has done so little to reform and reign in the outlandish and corrupt ways of Wall Street, he may as well be using derivatives as lube. Why do I hate Barney with such passion? Because for all his badmouthing of banks and the people who run them, he showed no leadership on the house floor, where it matters.
This is typical of democrats of late. They get that people are angry and pissed off at the republicans and their almost sexual closeness to big business, and instead of doing anything about it, they jumped into the big bed of business and slid under the covers.
Sadly, the democrats deserve to lose and lose big in November, the only thing sadder is that the options on the ballot will be crazy republicans and idiotic tea baggers. Now, I am all for teabagging, but please, keep that to yourself. My suggestion is a party that is far to the left of democrats, one that really does want to empower people, give equal rights to all, end government hand outs to big business and big agriculture (we still subsidize tobacco for gods sake) and set about building this country in a way to treats its citizens like people and not ants to be toyed with.
Of course, we do live in a country where 45 percent of voters would elect Darth Vader and the other 45 percent would elect Hitler and the people who decide, that 5-7 percent left over, are too high or stupid to know what to do.
I did, however, get into a little tiff regarding the upcoming election. Seems the consensus was that President Obama is an idiot and the democrats are a bunch of professional dorks. I tend to agree with the latter, but Obama still has time and the ability to bully from his pulpit. The democrats though, are history, at least in the upcoming election.
For a couple of election cycles the democrats have won and won big. They did this for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was George Bush. Possibly, probably, the worst president in history, he was a huge straw man that most democrats could beat and beat repeatedly. Bush is gone now and with control of the White House, congress and the senate, the democrats have proven themselves to be as corrupt and idiotic as their inbred republican friends.
See, I think the democrats should have taken the view that ownership of the White House and both houses gave them a unique point in history where they could actually accomplish something, like nationalized healthcare, or a stimulus package that actually stimulated. Instead, they allowed republicans to water down any meaningful legislation with amendments and ideas that meant nothing to the electorate, and instead, ruined anything of meaning.
So what do they have to show for two years of control? A terrible job on almost every level. Barney Frank, the lisping-prancing chair of the congressional committee in charge of regulating banks and investment companies has done so little to reform and reign in the outlandish and corrupt ways of Wall Street, he may as well be using derivatives as lube. Why do I hate Barney with such passion? Because for all his badmouthing of banks and the people who run them, he showed no leadership on the house floor, where it matters.
This is typical of democrats of late. They get that people are angry and pissed off at the republicans and their almost sexual closeness to big business, and instead of doing anything about it, they jumped into the big bed of business and slid under the covers.
Sadly, the democrats deserve to lose and lose big in November, the only thing sadder is that the options on the ballot will be crazy republicans and idiotic tea baggers. Now, I am all for teabagging, but please, keep that to yourself. My suggestion is a party that is far to the left of democrats, one that really does want to empower people, give equal rights to all, end government hand outs to big business and big agriculture (we still subsidize tobacco for gods sake) and set about building this country in a way to treats its citizens like people and not ants to be toyed with.
Of course, we do live in a country where 45 percent of voters would elect Darth Vader and the other 45 percent would elect Hitler and the people who decide, that 5-7 percent left over, are too high or stupid to know what to do.
All relationships fail
Just kidding.
I did do some blogging for a dating/relationship site and I posted something about relationships. You can find that by click click clicking.
Good times.
I did do some blogging for a dating/relationship site and I posted something about relationships. You can find that by click click clicking.
Good times.
Strange things indeed
I just noticed something weird.
But first, I had a chance encounter with my friend Hippy Chick this past weekend. She is just happened to be around, as she ever since the Grateful Dead stopped touring. She is a one of a kind type of chick, all that free love, stoner brownies and all. I like her, mostly because she is uncomplicated. I like complex people, but I also like people who never have drama and Hippy Chick has drama, but she seems unable to notice it.
In fact, now that I think about it, I want to learn that technique. I always wanted to be able to be in teh midst of some drama storm and still just stand there, with a silly look on my face, unaware of the craziness that surrounds.
I will ask Hippy Chick her secret and share it.
Anyway, Hippy Chick had news. She was pitching a show for a TV network. Now, one thing you have to understand about Hippy Chick, she has no secret motivations and she never ever tries to impress. In fact, again, now that I think about it, there really is nothing impressive about TV, either pitching or making, so I should back off about the whole notion of being impressed. What I was most impressed with is that Hippy Chick was doing something with her life. See, part of the secret to her successful maneuvering through life without stress is her ability to not have any sort of career or long term goals. Again, I will check how she has managed, and see what I can find out.
Anyway, I asked her, seriously, how does one go about getting into a position of pitching a show for a TV network. Not surprisingly, she said, she met a network executive at a coffee shop. When you think about it, good things come from accidental meetings at coffee shops. I was once in the University District of Seattle, having a coffee while taking a break from some sort of injectable drugging at the University of Washington. I was enjoying the coffee and the bewilderment that came from toxic chemicals having been deployed into my system when this fellow sat down at my table. We talked, he looked at me and asked if I had ever been tested for Tourettes Syndrome. I answered that I had not, and he informed that I should, because he is a world renowned expert and he sees traits that would lead him to suggest, and right there, at that very moment I screamed out "fuck the Mona Lisa".
Hippy Chick has a sitcom planned about a family of lesbians, three generations of lesbians, who all live in a haunted house, a house haunted by the ghosts of Rock Hudson, Cary Grant and Gary Coleman. She did not tell me more, she was always talking about something else, possibly next seasons ski season, or a band she saw three weeks ago. The nice thing about Hippy Chick is if she is sharing a story and it is boring, hang on, because within seconds you will get a new story, and the problem with Hippy Chick is if she is sharing a story that is amazing, you will not get too much information, because within minutes she will change the subject, never to return.
Did I mention Hippy Chick is aging well? Without stress, with a life of chance encounters and a serene soul, people can reach 50 and beyond with few wrinkles, little body fat and a look of complete and utter nonchalance that is both intoxicating and infuriating at the same time.
But first, I had a chance encounter with my friend Hippy Chick this past weekend. She is just happened to be around, as she ever since the Grateful Dead stopped touring. She is a one of a kind type of chick, all that free love, stoner brownies and all. I like her, mostly because she is uncomplicated. I like complex people, but I also like people who never have drama and Hippy Chick has drama, but she seems unable to notice it.
In fact, now that I think about it, I want to learn that technique. I always wanted to be able to be in teh midst of some drama storm and still just stand there, with a silly look on my face, unaware of the craziness that surrounds.
I will ask Hippy Chick her secret and share it.
Anyway, Hippy Chick had news. She was pitching a show for a TV network. Now, one thing you have to understand about Hippy Chick, she has no secret motivations and she never ever tries to impress. In fact, again, now that I think about it, there really is nothing impressive about TV, either pitching or making, so I should back off about the whole notion of being impressed. What I was most impressed with is that Hippy Chick was doing something with her life. See, part of the secret to her successful maneuvering through life without stress is her ability to not have any sort of career or long term goals. Again, I will check how she has managed, and see what I can find out.
Anyway, I asked her, seriously, how does one go about getting into a position of pitching a show for a TV network. Not surprisingly, she said, she met a network executive at a coffee shop. When you think about it, good things come from accidental meetings at coffee shops. I was once in the University District of Seattle, having a coffee while taking a break from some sort of injectable drugging at the University of Washington. I was enjoying the coffee and the bewilderment that came from toxic chemicals having been deployed into my system when this fellow sat down at my table. We talked, he looked at me and asked if I had ever been tested for Tourettes Syndrome. I answered that I had not, and he informed that I should, because he is a world renowned expert and he sees traits that would lead him to suggest, and right there, at that very moment I screamed out "fuck the Mona Lisa".
Hippy Chick has a sitcom planned about a family of lesbians, three generations of lesbians, who all live in a haunted house, a house haunted by the ghosts of Rock Hudson, Cary Grant and Gary Coleman. She did not tell me more, she was always talking about something else, possibly next seasons ski season, or a band she saw three weeks ago. The nice thing about Hippy Chick is if she is sharing a story and it is boring, hang on, because within seconds you will get a new story, and the problem with Hippy Chick is if she is sharing a story that is amazing, you will not get too much information, because within minutes she will change the subject, never to return.
Did I mention Hippy Chick is aging well? Without stress, with a life of chance encounters and a serene soul, people can reach 50 and beyond with few wrinkles, little body fat and a look of complete and utter nonchalance that is both intoxicating and infuriating at the same time.
Jersey show
As much as I hate stupid people, and I do, I really do, I love the MTV show Jersey Shore. I am not sure if it is just how amazingly clueless the cast is, or how they represent a certain age, where drinking and hooking up is all that ever matters. I am just not sure why, but I love to stumble across it and watch the latest episode.
The things I learn from this show are not easy to classify. I have recently learned that women are not honest with one another. When one of them has a cheating boyfriend, they others cackle around as if they might help a fellow woman out by being honest with her, but instead, they hold back and allow this drunken buffoon every opportunity to sleaze it up at the club and come back and crawl into bed with his stupid girlfriend.
Friends are funny in New Jersey.
I have also learned that the modern young man has become a woman. These morons are obsessed with their bodies like no woman I have ever known. Working out and tanning is how the seemingly spend every waking hour. This may have something to do with the fact that none of them have to work. The network does get them some sort of fake job to make them seem like they might not be getting paid for being on TV, but we all know the joke. What is amazing is, given free time and a chance that the vast majority of Americans never have, these neanderthals waltz around from one bar and one STD infected bimbo, never thinking for a second that possibly, just possibly, there might be other things to do in life.
I know, no one expects role models on TV, that is a given. What I do not understand is given the opportunity to spend some time bettering themselves outside of a gym or tanning salon, these people all choose picking up quite possibly the ugliest women in Miami.
While the men are all fake bronze and muscled, the woman exist as air headed fake breasts. I am not sure they are even capable of conversing in actual sentences. The putter around in high heals and shirts that may as well be see through, plotting to get even with some evil thing or planning to hook up with some steroid filled bozo. Again, we get to see what a lowly educated person would do if they did not have to work for a living and the answer is always drink, sex and say insipid things to fellow fools.
I did mention that I love this show, right?
Here is what is strange. I have been watching episodes of Planet Earth this past few weeks and they are shot in high definition and you can not watch 5 minutes of this amazing show without learning something, and generally it is something inspiring and eye opening. There is a single voice that brings you into the oceans and forests and mountains and nests and tells you the story. What we see are animals obsessed with raising their children, finding food and water and enjoying what appears to be a dangerous, yet fruitful existence. So, it is beautifully shot, the music is sublime, the stories are mesmerizing and the editing is quite possibly the best I have ever seen, plus, the animals are passionate, directed and driven to do what they are genetically bound to accomplish. Exactly the opposite of Jersey Shore.
The things I learn from this show are not easy to classify. I have recently learned that women are not honest with one another. When one of them has a cheating boyfriend, they others cackle around as if they might help a fellow woman out by being honest with her, but instead, they hold back and allow this drunken buffoon every opportunity to sleaze it up at the club and come back and crawl into bed with his stupid girlfriend.
Friends are funny in New Jersey.
I have also learned that the modern young man has become a woman. These morons are obsessed with their bodies like no woman I have ever known. Working out and tanning is how the seemingly spend every waking hour. This may have something to do with the fact that none of them have to work. The network does get them some sort of fake job to make them seem like they might not be getting paid for being on TV, but we all know the joke. What is amazing is, given free time and a chance that the vast majority of Americans never have, these neanderthals waltz around from one bar and one STD infected bimbo, never thinking for a second that possibly, just possibly, there might be other things to do in life.
I know, no one expects role models on TV, that is a given. What I do not understand is given the opportunity to spend some time bettering themselves outside of a gym or tanning salon, these people all choose picking up quite possibly the ugliest women in Miami.
While the men are all fake bronze and muscled, the woman exist as air headed fake breasts. I am not sure they are even capable of conversing in actual sentences. The putter around in high heals and shirts that may as well be see through, plotting to get even with some evil thing or planning to hook up with some steroid filled bozo. Again, we get to see what a lowly educated person would do if they did not have to work for a living and the answer is always drink, sex and say insipid things to fellow fools.
I did mention that I love this show, right?
Here is what is strange. I have been watching episodes of Planet Earth this past few weeks and they are shot in high definition and you can not watch 5 minutes of this amazing show without learning something, and generally it is something inspiring and eye opening. There is a single voice that brings you into the oceans and forests and mountains and nests and tells you the story. What we see are animals obsessed with raising their children, finding food and water and enjoying what appears to be a dangerous, yet fruitful existence. So, it is beautifully shot, the music is sublime, the stories are mesmerizing and the editing is quite possibly the best I have ever seen, plus, the animals are passionate, directed and driven to do what they are genetically bound to accomplish. Exactly the opposite of Jersey Shore.
Friday, August 20, 2010
California dreamy
Oh my. I need to confess so many things.
First, I was born in California and for the longest time, I enjoyed it. Warm winters, beautiful summers and the most beautiful people in the world. It's true. I just spent over 24 hours walking around different parts of Orange County and I could not believe how beautiful just about everyone was.
How does that happen? Is there something that makes people happy and beautiful? Is there some sort of coastal secret potion? Even the obese look healthy. How can that be? Seriously, how can you do that?
Now, because I have a tendency to meet interesting people, I have a story. First, I went to dinner with two friends from high school last night. One thing I never quite got a grip on, apparently, and there is very little proof to this, but I am an asshole. Strange, cause I always thought I was kind of nice. Anyway, it seems like whenever I hang with people I knew a long time ago, at some point during the conversation, someone will say, "oh, he has always been an asshole." Imagine the damage that does to someones self esteem, when pretty much all your old friends seem happy to confess to this long held secret.
Anyway, it was wonderful to visit friends. Tanned, healthy, pot smoking friends. Really, when it gets down to the basics, who could ask for more? Well, how about throwing some of Richard Nixons favorite Mexican food on the table? That's tight, we ate in San Clemente, near the Western White House, the home Nixon used to brood in, cry in and plot to kill innocent people in. There we were, old friends, 30+ years of friendship and we are the food Nixon loved. Wild times, seriously, wild times.
So, I was sitting in the lobby of my hotel yesterday, just enjoying some lemon flavored water that is available in the lobby. I was enjoying watching people come in, check in, walk around and enjoy the beauty. This was one of those upscale hotels with all sorts of adult type of nice things, like couches in the lobby, and even a wicker couch outside, so you could rest after you pull up to check in. Thoughtful.
I am sitting there, minding my own business and out of this conference room a young man on a cell phone appears, walks over to the section of chairs I was cloistered in and sat down and continued his conversation. Now, I don't know about you, but my sense is that if you talk on your cell phone loud enough in public, you are welcoming strangers in on your conversation.
So, he sits down and continues to talk about how he has been drinking a lot over the last few weeks, and his roommates are mad at him because he puked on the couch, and he might get fired because he shows up all hung over and stuff. There was about 7 minutes of him talking, listening for a second, and then responding by saying something brilliant like, "I might have picked the fight, but dude, I was drunk as shit and can't remember fuck."
I know, poetry.
Anyway, at some point I realized I was almost out of water, but I began to nurse it, because honestly I did not want to miss a word of this mess. Then, and again, thank the good lord sweet jesus for my ability to attract people and make them feel like they should share with me, he hangs up, notices me sipping my lemon flavored water and says, "sup?"
I engaged him in a slight conversation, asking how he was, and soon enough he was off to the races. He was born in Fresno, started drinking at 14, smoking pot around the same time, and has continued, pretty much unabated for the last 10 years or so. I was listening, he had things he needed to say. The key thing you need to understand was that every story he had to tell me about his life, and there were many, all involved the use of drugs and alcohol. All of his problems involved scenes that got out of control because of drugs and alcohol.
Now, I am a big lover of drugs and alcohol. I don't do drugs or alcohol, but I support peoples right to do whatever they want to their bodies. That said, when Fresno drunky finally took a breath deep enough for me to begin to speak, I asked him why he did not do something about his alcoholism. I think he was taken aback, because he blankly stared at me for a few seconds and then said, "why do you think I am an alcoholic?"
Yeah, I almost laughed too. So I fed it all back to him, drinking as a young teen, continued to drink and drug, life is a mess, roommates not talking to him, job precarious, all sorts of other stupid things happening, all because he gets drunk or high or something else. Plus, and I pointed this out too, he had walked out of a business conference to continue his conversation and now he was chatting with me, so how professional could he be if he blows off business to talk to a complete stranger about his addictions.
We did not spend a great deal of time. He is basically what I said to him. "I don't know you, I don't even know your name, but I will call you Justin. Here is what I know about you, when you describe your life, it all revolves around drugs and alcohol and almost all of it is negative. Your life is out of control, you are in the process of bottoming out and as a complete stranger who honestly could care less, I am here to tell you that at some point you will either die from these addictions or find is necessary to get clean. Now might not be the time, but you will continue to poop on your couch (he corrected me by telling me it was puke, but I told him when I replayed this story I would say he pooped because it was more dramatic) and your life sucks. Your roommates do not even talk to you, how fucked up is that? My advice, and again, I don't know you, you are not my friend Justin, and I only tell you this from what I know about you, you need to clean up and get help."
The strange thing? He just kind of looked blankly at me for a few seconds, and then his phone rang and he was right back into his personal drama. I stood up and got more lemon flavored water, got in the elevator, went to my beautiful room overlooking the water and watched the big flat screen TV.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Dirty sirty sex
Oh my.
I got an email from a reader, probably not of this blog, but my guest blogging days have brought me closer to a larger audience and, shall we say, a hornier group? Anyway, here I was checking email and there is this strange email from some address I did not recognize.
So, without actually cutting and pasting, because, trust me, your sensitive eyes could burn in the sockets if half of what I just read were posted. I will, however, answer the writers questions.
1 - Threesome is spelled threesome. 3some just hurt my head. To answer your question, sure, of course, what could hurt?
2 - At what point? Wait, let me finish the first question, foursome is better. Now, to finish question 2, today, this afternoon, tonight. Soon. Get my point? These things are not nuclear treaties, the faster you get the negotiations done, the better, for everyone.
3 - Anywhere really. I am pretty sure there is a Craigslist in your country, try that.
4 - I have never heard that term, so I googled it. My god, seriously? OK, well, it's your body and I am all for people doing whatever it is they want to their own bodies.
5 - In public is sketchy, but to end this mess, here is a story.
I was traveling with my family a long time ago, and we had been driving all day and into the evening. It was dark, but still warm out, so I am guessing it was summer travel. I can not remember where we were going, or why. I do, however, remember that my father (god bless him) needed a nap, so we pulled into a beautiful California rest area, and we all picked a little space and napped. Well, they all did. See, this station wagon pulled up next to us at some point, and a young man and his beautiful girlfriend (for the night) started to make out. Now, keep in mind, my young face was mashed against the window in a fruitless attempt to sleep. Soon enough, their open windows provided a soundtrack to their physical movements and for a decent amount of time, I viewed the mating cycle from the moment of parking a car to disposing of the condom. I am not sure how old I was at the time, old enough to know I had witnessed something that I should not bring up at the breakfast table, young enough to brush it off as a freak show and not seek to try it myself.
My point, go for it, the most damage you could do is instruct a young teen on the vagaries of human sexuality and possibly get arrested, which could lead you down the road into the vagaries of even stranger human sexuality. A classic Win Win.
I got an email from a reader, probably not of this blog, but my guest blogging days have brought me closer to a larger audience and, shall we say, a hornier group? Anyway, here I was checking email and there is this strange email from some address I did not recognize.
So, without actually cutting and pasting, because, trust me, your sensitive eyes could burn in the sockets if half of what I just read were posted. I will, however, answer the writers questions.
1 - Threesome is spelled threesome. 3some just hurt my head. To answer your question, sure, of course, what could hurt?
2 - At what point? Wait, let me finish the first question, foursome is better. Now, to finish question 2, today, this afternoon, tonight. Soon. Get my point? These things are not nuclear treaties, the faster you get the negotiations done, the better, for everyone.
3 - Anywhere really. I am pretty sure there is a Craigslist in your country, try that.
4 - I have never heard that term, so I googled it. My god, seriously? OK, well, it's your body and I am all for people doing whatever it is they want to their own bodies.
5 - In public is sketchy, but to end this mess, here is a story.
I was traveling with my family a long time ago, and we had been driving all day and into the evening. It was dark, but still warm out, so I am guessing it was summer travel. I can not remember where we were going, or why. I do, however, remember that my father (god bless him) needed a nap, so we pulled into a beautiful California rest area, and we all picked a little space and napped. Well, they all did. See, this station wagon pulled up next to us at some point, and a young man and his beautiful girlfriend (for the night) started to make out. Now, keep in mind, my young face was mashed against the window in a fruitless attempt to sleep. Soon enough, their open windows provided a soundtrack to their physical movements and for a decent amount of time, I viewed the mating cycle from the moment of parking a car to disposing of the condom. I am not sure how old I was at the time, old enough to know I had witnessed something that I should not bring up at the breakfast table, young enough to brush it off as a freak show and not seek to try it myself.
My point, go for it, the most damage you could do is instruct a young teen on the vagaries of human sexuality and possibly get arrested, which could lead you down the road into the vagaries of even stranger human sexuality. A classic Win Win.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Super sexy friends
Spoke with a great friend last night and at the very end of our conversation is was beyond a joy to be able to say, "see you in a couple of weeks."
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Yo stupid
I actually heard someone say those very words as they approached another person. I am starting to think I am the last one who still greets people with something sweet and loving. I try to use the traditional Jewish greeting whenever possible, "have you put on weight?"
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Political hard ball
It can be argued that there are some dynasties among the presidency. Adams, Roosevelt, Kennedy and even Bush. When you think of the odds of one person getting elected, and then you multiply those odds by a gajillion and that's the odds of one family creating two presidents.
That said, my favorite political family of all time is the Quayles. They are the inbred, midwest branch of those hicks from the South. Dan Quayle was a particular proud idiot and for the longest of times, his public stupidity went unmatched.
Imagine my glee when I stumbled across this completely serious, non-ironic little video from a Quayle offspring, Quayle-Light you might say. If you pause it about halfway through and look deeply into those pretty, vapid and empty eyes, you too will recall the glory days of politics, when a completely wooden know nothing was vice president, and the world was flat.
Oh, spoiler alert, watch to the very end.
That said, my favorite political family of all time is the Quayles. They are the inbred, midwest branch of those hicks from the South. Dan Quayle was a particular proud idiot and for the longest of times, his public stupidity went unmatched.
Imagine my glee when I stumbled across this completely serious, non-ironic little video from a Quayle offspring, Quayle-Light you might say. If you pause it about halfway through and look deeply into those pretty, vapid and empty eyes, you too will recall the glory days of politics, when a completely wooden know nothing was vice president, and the world was flat.
Oh, spoiler alert, watch to the very end.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Bad concerts and beautiful weddings
First, I am winding down the posts here, for a variety of reasons, first I like being a guest blogger for a few other blogs, second, I am starting with a new company and third, I am writing the sweetest novel and I just do not have time.
But long before I sign off, I was at a wedding yesterday and it was beautiful on a variety of levels. I like weddings, I am big on the ceremony of it all and the concept of committing to someone in a public setting, for your friends and family to witness and promising to be honest and true to another. Those things are powerful and wonderful and amazing if you can find them.
The wedding was people I don't know, so I can honestly be an impartial observer. A couple of strange things, the priest went out of his way to point out that marriage is between a husband and wife, so the whole gay marriage thing seems crystal clear to this particular member of the clergy. He did seem like a very nice guy though, so I did not disparage him or question his faith. I just wondered, as I often do, why he could care.
I love when people are happy to be in love. I also like how parents and older family members are honored at weddings and this one was especially good at including parents in both the ceremony, but especially in the reception and dancing. I teared up when the groom danced with his elderly mother. Whenever I see such public displays of love for ones mother I am always reminded of my mother, may she rest in peace. As I was watching him dancing with his mother, holding her up and dancing slowly, I was thinking of my own reception, still planned for next summer, and I kept thinking, who could I get to replace my mother.
You need these moments. You need a parent or loved one, who is there for you, who understands you and is proud of your commitment and ability to love. Love is not easy. At first it is, you are flooded with love in those first few months and it is very easy, Talking and loving and being together is very easy, and then you start to get to know one another, and sometimes you disagree and then it becomes a little less easy and a little more work.
Another moment that I really liked was the cutting of the cake, not sure why, but I do like cake.
Finally, dancing. We as a society do not spend enough time shaking our respective booties, but this wedding, there was dancing and sweating and then every one got down and seriously danced into the night. It was glorious. People really should dance more. Although, watching people dance I became increasingly aware how strange my own dancing has always been. When I was younger we would go to clubs in the city and just sweat like animals, dancing for hours, sharing beers and hitting on hotties.
My love and I went to a concert tonight in Pittsburgh. I like Rufus Wainright, I do. His concert in Pittsburgh? Awful beyond belief. If you ever told me I would walk out of a Rufus concert I would slap you silly, but in the midst of a particularly terrible moment, I made teh gesture that I had to leave, I stood and walked out. It was terrible.
Now, I am in bed with momma kitty and super sexy dog Beth. I need to sleep.
But long before I sign off, I was at a wedding yesterday and it was beautiful on a variety of levels. I like weddings, I am big on the ceremony of it all and the concept of committing to someone in a public setting, for your friends and family to witness and promising to be honest and true to another. Those things are powerful and wonderful and amazing if you can find them.
The wedding was people I don't know, so I can honestly be an impartial observer. A couple of strange things, the priest went out of his way to point out that marriage is between a husband and wife, so the whole gay marriage thing seems crystal clear to this particular member of the clergy. He did seem like a very nice guy though, so I did not disparage him or question his faith. I just wondered, as I often do, why he could care.
I love when people are happy to be in love. I also like how parents and older family members are honored at weddings and this one was especially good at including parents in both the ceremony, but especially in the reception and dancing. I teared up when the groom danced with his elderly mother. Whenever I see such public displays of love for ones mother I am always reminded of my mother, may she rest in peace. As I was watching him dancing with his mother, holding her up and dancing slowly, I was thinking of my own reception, still planned for next summer, and I kept thinking, who could I get to replace my mother.
You need these moments. You need a parent or loved one, who is there for you, who understands you and is proud of your commitment and ability to love. Love is not easy. At first it is, you are flooded with love in those first few months and it is very easy, Talking and loving and being together is very easy, and then you start to get to know one another, and sometimes you disagree and then it becomes a little less easy and a little more work.
Another moment that I really liked was the cutting of the cake, not sure why, but I do like cake.
Finally, dancing. We as a society do not spend enough time shaking our respective booties, but this wedding, there was dancing and sweating and then every one got down and seriously danced into the night. It was glorious. People really should dance more. Although, watching people dance I became increasingly aware how strange my own dancing has always been. When I was younger we would go to clubs in the city and just sweat like animals, dancing for hours, sharing beers and hitting on hotties.
My love and I went to a concert tonight in Pittsburgh. I like Rufus Wainright, I do. His concert in Pittsburgh? Awful beyond belief. If you ever told me I would walk out of a Rufus concert I would slap you silly, but in the midst of a particularly terrible moment, I made teh gesture that I had to leave, I stood and walked out. It was terrible.
Now, I am in bed with momma kitty and super sexy dog Beth. I need to sleep.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Gay presidents
I got a call from my conservative stoner friend today, who could not wait to mock me, because "my" president does not support gay marriage, even though some gay federal judges do. He said more, much more, but it was boring.
It did get me to thinking. I believe the gay marriage issue is nothing more than an equal rights issue, plain and simple. If marriage if OK for some people, it is OK for everyone. If it is just a religious ceremony, then remove the 168 benefits people get once they get married. If it is a social contract, then every adult should be allowed to enter into it. If the government wants to be involved in marriage, then the government can not tell anyone who can or can not marry. Simple really.
Thank god we have a president who is crystal clear on the subject. Right?
It did get me to thinking. I believe the gay marriage issue is nothing more than an equal rights issue, plain and simple. If marriage if OK for some people, it is OK for everyone. If it is just a religious ceremony, then remove the 168 benefits people get once they get married. If it is a social contract, then every adult should be allowed to enter into it. If the government wants to be involved in marriage, then the government can not tell anyone who can or can not marry. Simple really.
Thank god we have a president who is crystal clear on the subject. Right?
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Well, Hello there...
OK, so I have been looking at this picture for sometime now and I have to say, when did Michelle Obama start dating Kanye West? That, and when did she hire such sexy body guards?
Talk about a great country.
Comments on the California ruling
Here are some comments randomly stolen from other websites, these comments were from visitors to other sites, not the actual news story from California.
No one has yet told me how allowing gays to marry is going to affect my marriage or theirs, for that matter. If they love each other, let them get married. It's none of your business.
Sure, those decisions will only embolden an already very angry electorate.
The biggest ouch will come from the Democratic Party , the morning after election day.
The teabaggers already are angry because a black man was elected as president. But, they are a clueless anti-Constitution minority. Their presence is embarrassing, their premise is obtuse, and their impact is non-existent. Go America!
A judge who judged strictly the letter of the law, not by his own personal beliefs, political views or by religion. That is a good judge. It is really up to the church to decide in ones own faith, if they choose or not choose to marry. Are human beings now corporations? Who has ever heard of such a thing? That is not good for any judge who did this, I ask? Human beings are now a corporation? How foolish is that law?
A federal judge overturned the will of the majority of voters in California, because he thinks it wrong.
No a federal judge determined in his expert legal opinion that a law was a violation of the constitution.
I am extremely pleased by the decision of U.S. District Chief Judge Vaughn R. Walker to overturn Proposition 8. This is a victory for human rights and the U.S. Constitution. I look forward to the day when people across our country, regardless of their sexual identity or orientation, can enjoy their full rights.
Gay and lesbian couples have long struggled for acceptance and the ability to marry the person they love and want to build a family with. Today's landmark ruling declaring Proposition 8 unconstitutional is a testament to the fundamentals on which this great country was built and validates that the discrimination gay couples face must come to an end. We as a society should be embracing these couples and helping them make the lifelong commitment to each other that many of us straight people take for granted each and every day. This decision is a major step in the right direction towards equality.
Today, equality prevailed over discrimination in California.
We know that this is not the end of the court battle over the discriminatory Proposition 8, but today’s federal-level court ruling clearly stating the unconstitutionality of denying gay and lesbian couples the right to marry is an historic milestone for the marriage equality movement.
Here in Washington, we’ve faced down similar discriminatory attempts to deny gay and lesbian couples domestic partnership rights at the ballot box, and we’ve succeeded. We have yet to reach the final goal of marriage equality, but we are continuing to build the way there by winning the hearts and minds of lawmakers and citizens across the state.
Fantastic. While I myself am not gay, I applaud the efforts undertaken to help end this bigoted law.
Far out, man. Far-fucking-out.
No one has yet told me how allowing gays to marry is going to affect my marriage or theirs, for that matter. If they love each other, let them get married. It's none of your business.
Sure, those decisions will only embolden an already very angry electorate.
The biggest ouch will come from the Democratic Party , the morning after election day.
The teabaggers already are angry because a black man was elected as president. But, they are a clueless anti-Constitution minority. Their presence is embarrassing, their premise is obtuse, and their impact is non-existent. Go America!
A judge who judged strictly the letter of the law, not by his own personal beliefs, political views or by religion. That is a good judge. It is really up to the church to decide in ones own faith, if they choose or not choose to marry. Are human beings now corporations? Who has ever heard of such a thing? That is not good for any judge who did this, I ask? Human beings are now a corporation? How foolish is that law?
A federal judge overturned the will of the majority of voters in California, because he thinks it wrong.
No a federal judge determined in his expert legal opinion that a law was a violation of the constitution.
I am extremely pleased by the decision of U.S. District Chief Judge Vaughn R. Walker to overturn Proposition 8. This is a victory for human rights and the U.S. Constitution. I look forward to the day when people across our country, regardless of their sexual identity or orientation, can enjoy their full rights.
Gay and lesbian couples have long struggled for acceptance and the ability to marry the person they love and want to build a family with. Today's landmark ruling declaring Proposition 8 unconstitutional is a testament to the fundamentals on which this great country was built and validates that the discrimination gay couples face must come to an end. We as a society should be embracing these couples and helping them make the lifelong commitment to each other that many of us straight people take for granted each and every day. This decision is a major step in the right direction towards equality.
Today, equality prevailed over discrimination in California.
We know that this is not the end of the court battle over the discriminatory Proposition 8, but today’s federal-level court ruling clearly stating the unconstitutionality of denying gay and lesbian couples the right to marry is an historic milestone for the marriage equality movement.
Here in Washington, we’ve faced down similar discriminatory attempts to deny gay and lesbian couples domestic partnership rights at the ballot box, and we’ve succeeded. We have yet to reach the final goal of marriage equality, but we are continuing to build the way there by winning the hearts and minds of lawmakers and citizens across the state.
Fantastic. While I myself am not gay, I applaud the efforts undertaken to help end this bigoted law.
Far out, man. Far-fucking-out.
Getting the business
I got the most interesting email a couple of days ago. Basically it asked if I owned a business and did I work with, lets call this person Moma Kitty.
They asked some questions about background and such, like "was Moma Kitty a good employee? Can Moma Kitty be trusted? Would you hire Moma Kitty again?"
At first I could not stop laughing. See, Moma Kitty is super fun to be around, and very sweet and personable. Moma Kitty also has problems that I find kind of cute, like eating money and being irresponsible when it comes to birth control.
So, how to answer an email about Moma Kitty. You know when you are trying to say something that you think is obvious, but you want to make sure people who might not think it is obvious will still get it? I was in that position. There was a phone number attached to the email. So I called it.
"We are just trying to get an understanding about Moma Kitty, and while you were not named on Moma Kitties resume, we found your name during a Google search."
"What would you like to know?"
"Well, did you and Moma Kitty work together?"
"Yes."
"How did that go?"
"Well, have you met Moma Kitty?"
"We are reviewing her background, she has applied for a job with us."
"What have you found?"
"We find that there are gaps in Moma Kitties resume that need some answers."
"I wonder if Moma Kitty was in jail or something, that would explain those gaps in her resume."
"Are you saying Moma Kitty was in jail?"
"Not at all, I am just saying, sometimes, when there are gaps in a resume, that person was in jail, for theft, or bank fraud, or maybe just because they got swept up at a brothel."
"I'm confused, did Moma Kitty serve jail time?"
"Not yet, well, let me be clear, not that I am aware of."
"I see. So, back to the initial question, did you work with Moma Kitty?"
"I did."
"Given the opportunity to work with Moma Kitty again, and knowing what you may know now about Moma Kitty..."
"You mean the prison time?"
"You said you were unaware if Moma Kitty had served in prison."
"That much is true, yes."
"Still confused, to the best of your knowledge, has Moma Kitty been convicted of a crime?"
"Convicted? That is a good question."
"I see. So, know what you presume to know about Moma Kitty, would you work with her again?"
"I guess that depends, would this be factory work, like standing side by side for long periods of time, doing repetitive work and chatting and being forced, basically, to listen to Moma Kitties lies?"
"I'm going to interrupt here, are you saying Moma Kitty is not truthful?"
"No, I was trying to define the sort of job I could imagine myself doing with Moma Kitty."
"Let's just say it was an office job."
"OK."
"Well, would you work with Moma Kitty in an office setting?"
"Depends I guess. Would she be in charge? Would she be in a position to sexually harass me?"
"Does Moma Kitty have a history of sexual harassment?"
"Define harassment, cause I know the meaning of sexual."
"I think we can both agree that harassment in the workplace is a no no."
"Well, then, I would not work with Moma Kitty in an office is she was either in a position of power, or had access to the company financial accounts."
"Why is that?"
"Well, I will not go into details, except to say that Moma Kitty, in my experience, has a history of bad investments."
"I'm lost here. Would you hire Moma Kitty if you had a job opening?"
"Never."
"Never? That's pretty strong."
"It is."
"Would you care to elaborate?"
"Let me just say this about Moma Kitty. She is super sexy, and smart, and likes other kitties."
"I'm lost. Are we talking about Moma Kitty?"
"Yes, I thought we were talking about Moma Kitty."
"Well, look, I am just trying to find out why there are 3-4 years of mystery in Moma Kitties resume and on a Google search I find she and you linked."
"Yes, truth be told, Moma Kitty and I were linked."
"And?"
"And I think I am going to end this phone call, right here, right now."
They asked some questions about background and such, like "was Moma Kitty a good employee? Can Moma Kitty be trusted? Would you hire Moma Kitty again?"
At first I could not stop laughing. See, Moma Kitty is super fun to be around, and very sweet and personable. Moma Kitty also has problems that I find kind of cute, like eating money and being irresponsible when it comes to birth control.
So, how to answer an email about Moma Kitty. You know when you are trying to say something that you think is obvious, but you want to make sure people who might not think it is obvious will still get it? I was in that position. There was a phone number attached to the email. So I called it.
"We are just trying to get an understanding about Moma Kitty, and while you were not named on Moma Kitties resume, we found your name during a Google search."
"What would you like to know?"
"Well, did you and Moma Kitty work together?"
"Yes."
"How did that go?"
"Well, have you met Moma Kitty?"
"We are reviewing her background, she has applied for a job with us."
"What have you found?"
"We find that there are gaps in Moma Kitties resume that need some answers."
"I wonder if Moma Kitty was in jail or something, that would explain those gaps in her resume."
"Are you saying Moma Kitty was in jail?"
"Not at all, I am just saying, sometimes, when there are gaps in a resume, that person was in jail, for theft, or bank fraud, or maybe just because they got swept up at a brothel."
"I'm confused, did Moma Kitty serve jail time?"
"Not yet, well, let me be clear, not that I am aware of."
"I see. So, back to the initial question, did you work with Moma Kitty?"
"I did."
"Given the opportunity to work with Moma Kitty again, and knowing what you may know now about Moma Kitty..."
"You mean the prison time?"
"You said you were unaware if Moma Kitty had served in prison."
"That much is true, yes."
"Still confused, to the best of your knowledge, has Moma Kitty been convicted of a crime?"
"Convicted? That is a good question."
"I see. So, know what you presume to know about Moma Kitty, would you work with her again?"
"I guess that depends, would this be factory work, like standing side by side for long periods of time, doing repetitive work and chatting and being forced, basically, to listen to Moma Kitties lies?"
"I'm going to interrupt here, are you saying Moma Kitty is not truthful?"
"No, I was trying to define the sort of job I could imagine myself doing with Moma Kitty."
"Let's just say it was an office job."
"OK."
"Well, would you work with Moma Kitty in an office setting?"
"Depends I guess. Would she be in charge? Would she be in a position to sexually harass me?"
"Does Moma Kitty have a history of sexual harassment?"
"Define harassment, cause I know the meaning of sexual."
"I think we can both agree that harassment in the workplace is a no no."
"Well, then, I would not work with Moma Kitty in an office is she was either in a position of power, or had access to the company financial accounts."
"Why is that?"
"Well, I will not go into details, except to say that Moma Kitty, in my experience, has a history of bad investments."
"I'm lost here. Would you hire Moma Kitty if you had a job opening?"
"Never."
"Never? That's pretty strong."
"It is."
"Would you care to elaborate?"
"Let me just say this about Moma Kitty. She is super sexy, and smart, and likes other kitties."
"I'm lost. Are we talking about Moma Kitty?"
"Yes, I thought we were talking about Moma Kitty."
"Well, look, I am just trying to find out why there are 3-4 years of mystery in Moma Kitties resume and on a Google search I find she and you linked."
"Yes, truth be told, Moma Kitty and I were linked."
"And?"
"And I think I am going to end this phone call, right here, right now."
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Gay marriage
Well, I grew up in California. My father grew up in California, as did his father. My brother was married, then divorced. My other brother is married. I was married. Marriage is good. I don't always trust the court system, but lately, I have had less trust in the majority of voters (2004 election anyone?)
A judge ruled against bigots and close minded losers today and for that I am proud to be a Californian in some sense.
People in love should be allowed to choose to be married, boys and girls, girls and girls and boys and boys. I just don't get why anyone else should care. One time, this woman I knew, got married and she was so damaged and socially retarded and close to being insane, and all I could think of was, why would he marry her with all those giant red flags floating around her and then I realized, he married her because he wanted to and he could.
And so should any other adult.
A judge ruled against bigots and close minded losers today and for that I am proud to be a Californian in some sense.
People in love should be allowed to choose to be married, boys and girls, girls and girls and boys and boys. I just don't get why anyone else should care. One time, this woman I knew, got married and she was so damaged and socially retarded and close to being insane, and all I could think of was, why would he marry her with all those giant red flags floating around her and then I realized, he married her because he wanted to and he could.
And so should any other adult.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Heal thyself
Twice in the last two days I have been speaking with doctors, smart, accomplished doctors. Both times, well, first let me say this, both of these interactions had nothing to do with me. That said, both doctors are acclaimed and successful professionals, both highly educated. Both have been at it for more than 20 years, but remain committed to their respective specialties and professions. Both seemed to be doing great, both seemed about as smart as a dimming light bulb.
What has happened to our medical profession?
Before I get back to dumb doctors, let me say that I had a meeting with a fellow who had a lot of conservative opinions. You know the type, get rid of social security, get rid of medicaid and medicare, get rid of all the socialist programs that are ruining this country. Of course, we should continue to cut taxes to the wealthiest among us. Also, while we are at it, let's give more money to farmers and tobacco growers, because lord knows, that is not welfare on any level.
See, the problem I have with my most conservative friends is the hypocritical ideas that exist in their heads. Sure, cut taxes, but what about that huge debt conservatives have rung up over the last decade? Sure, cut social security, I will never get any, but what about all those old people? I asked my friend, since we hate conservatives so much, how about ending the whole public education scam? He was silent, he has some children and lord knows, we hate to cut the spending that actually affects us personally.
In the end, we both agreed Barrack Obama is not doing a very good job as president and then we both strongly agreed that John McCain would have been much much worse. The job of president is a terrible job, and get this, it does not pay that well. I mean, it pays more than I make, but if you offered me the job right now? Well, I would take it, but only for Air Force One.
Obama blew it. When he took office, he had a lot of friends and a lot of voters who wanted to see major change. Instead, he hung out with republicans, who despise him, and he tried to swing deals with these devils. If he knew what I knew, he would have said, "hello my republican friends, I am busy meeting with my democrat brothers, so fuck yourself for a few months while we try to fix this country."
Instead, as we all witnessed, he went about trying to do things, but he kept compromising, and compromising with the devils who hate him. Almost insane, but not quite. Instead, we got watered down versions of the programs he was elected to install. Health care reform? Barely. Financial reform? Hardly. Wars? On-going. The list goes on, he has not quite failed as much as he did not deliver with the impact I think the voters were expecting. We wanted Roosevelt, we got, gosh, I am not sure what we have. The great compromiser sounds right, but he worse than that, because he did have majorities in both houses and a populace that seemed ready to go for it.
Oh well, much like the well educated but dunderheaded doctors I wrote about earlier, Obama is super qualified and seemingly a nice enough fella, but at times in life, you have to stop talking and punch people in the mouth. Republicans have done everything in their power to screw up this president and in turn ruin this country, all for political gain. We all understand that. What we do not understand is why even negotiate with your enemy? Man up, shut them out and do what you know is right. Life is short, especially for politicians, he should have kicked some ass, twisted some sissy democratic arms and made big plans for big change.
A let down on every level.
What has happened to our medical profession?
Before I get back to dumb doctors, let me say that I had a meeting with a fellow who had a lot of conservative opinions. You know the type, get rid of social security, get rid of medicaid and medicare, get rid of all the socialist programs that are ruining this country. Of course, we should continue to cut taxes to the wealthiest among us. Also, while we are at it, let's give more money to farmers and tobacco growers, because lord knows, that is not welfare on any level.
See, the problem I have with my most conservative friends is the hypocritical ideas that exist in their heads. Sure, cut taxes, but what about that huge debt conservatives have rung up over the last decade? Sure, cut social security, I will never get any, but what about all those old people? I asked my friend, since we hate conservatives so much, how about ending the whole public education scam? He was silent, he has some children and lord knows, we hate to cut the spending that actually affects us personally.
In the end, we both agreed Barrack Obama is not doing a very good job as president and then we both strongly agreed that John McCain would have been much much worse. The job of president is a terrible job, and get this, it does not pay that well. I mean, it pays more than I make, but if you offered me the job right now? Well, I would take it, but only for Air Force One.
Obama blew it. When he took office, he had a lot of friends and a lot of voters who wanted to see major change. Instead, he hung out with republicans, who despise him, and he tried to swing deals with these devils. If he knew what I knew, he would have said, "hello my republican friends, I am busy meeting with my democrat brothers, so fuck yourself for a few months while we try to fix this country."
Instead, as we all witnessed, he went about trying to do things, but he kept compromising, and compromising with the devils who hate him. Almost insane, but not quite. Instead, we got watered down versions of the programs he was elected to install. Health care reform? Barely. Financial reform? Hardly. Wars? On-going. The list goes on, he has not quite failed as much as he did not deliver with the impact I think the voters were expecting. We wanted Roosevelt, we got, gosh, I am not sure what we have. The great compromiser sounds right, but he worse than that, because he did have majorities in both houses and a populace that seemed ready to go for it.
Oh well, much like the well educated but dunderheaded doctors I wrote about earlier, Obama is super qualified and seemingly a nice enough fella, but at times in life, you have to stop talking and punch people in the mouth. Republicans have done everything in their power to screw up this president and in turn ruin this country, all for political gain. We all understand that. What we do not understand is why even negotiate with your enemy? Man up, shut them out and do what you know is right. Life is short, especially for politicians, he should have kicked some ass, twisted some sissy democratic arms and made big plans for big change.
A let down on every level.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Beck/Palin
I don't know about you, but I never get tired of either Glen Beck or Sarah Palin. Now, don;t get me wrong, both are rich and successful and super fun. The best part, they seem to have locked onto the dumb and idiotic among us, at least those stupids who have yet to send all their money to televised preachers.
What I like most about these two is how they dwell in stupidland. They seem happy to be both the mayor and governor of stupidville. Watch out though, Palin has a history of quitting real leadership positions.
Anyway, both of the hate higher education because, and I am guessing here, it makes people smart? No, maybe it just makes people think. Either way, you get smarter, you are no longer interested in the wit and wisdom of either Beck or Palin.
The best thing about America right now, we have tons (literally tons) of stupid people. They love Palin/Beck. And you should too, since they will probably be presidents some day. Why not?
What I like most about these two is how they dwell in stupidland. They seem happy to be both the mayor and governor of stupidville. Watch out though, Palin has a history of quitting real leadership positions.
Anyway, both of the hate higher education because, and I am guessing here, it makes people smart? No, maybe it just makes people think. Either way, you get smarter, you are no longer interested in the wit and wisdom of either Beck or Palin.
The best thing about America right now, we have tons (literally tons) of stupid people. They love Palin/Beck. And you should too, since they will probably be presidents some day. Why not?
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