Quote of the Day

Alicia Balseiro, 70, an ardent Bush supporter in Miami, said on Thursday that she had come out to vote early for a key reason. "I don't know if I'll die tomorrow," she said.

Okay, let's look closely at that. If you think you're gonna die tomorrow, then why are you voting? That is so typical of these red-faced whacked-out nutjobs. What she's really saying is, I'm gonna impose my will on others who may not want that will. I'm an evangelical born-again Christian. I should be able to tell another woman what to do with her body. I don't believe that you should be able to look at, hear or participate in activities that I don't agree with. I want a country that I'm no longer a citizen of, because I'm fucking dead, to continue to go to shit!
Here's my prayer:
Dear Lord, please bless us and keep us safe from these nutjobs and may you call Ms. Balseiro and her ilk home quickly. And when you're talking to W, please let him know that he's not a Christian in any New Testament sense of the term. Amen.

Don't Kick It, Bury It

While busy working here at home, I like to listen to Launchcast Yahoo radio sometimes just for some variety.
This song came on and...
I wasn't sure,
could it be?,
his voice sure sounds familiar.
And yes, sadly, it was this song called I Wanted to be Wrong from a band that, during my high school years and first year in college, I really loved. Green was about it for me. I couldn't even name any of REM's tunes from the last ten years other than the top 40 smashers. I remember Michael Stipe once saying that he would never be in one of his band's videos because, he said, who would want to meet someone they saw in a video. But just like all of the other bands, like Metallica, whom I really loved at that time and made similar statements, pressure from the label and $$$$s made him change his tune.
REM's new album is entitled Around the Sun. There is only one word that can describe the song. Execrable. I haven't heard any others and God willing, I won't.
Boys, Bill Berry was smart. You shoulda hung it up twelve years ago.

Cowboys and Shit on the Floor

Yesterday, I went to Ft. Worth, TX. On the way, we stopped at Main St. BBQ in Eulis, TX. That was some GOOD EATS! BBQ buffet! I stuffed myself on pulled pork, brisket, hot links, potato salad and baked beans better than Dean's!

Then we headed over to the Kimbell Art Museum which is on some very beautifully landscaped grounds and has quite an impressive collection of the old masters. Then after we got scared shitless of all of that culture, we decided to head on over to the historic stockyards.

I had stepped back into time! There were cowboys all over the place. Some were riding live horses and others were riding the mechanical variety that are raised in Milwaukee, WI. We went to see the animals in their pens. I reassured them that it would all be over soon and also confessed that I had probably just devoured huge portions of their brethren.

What are the chances some of them were standing in these very pens, maybe just a week ago?

I thought I saw W struttin' around a coupla times, but shit, everyone looked like W.

All of that bbq started to run through me so I ducked into this hotel that hasn't changed much since 1911. But alas, there was a huge stream of shit on the floor where someone had let loose before they made it to the stalls. Some poor Mexican boy had to wipe it all up. Man did it stink! I processed all of this in the time it took to open the door, gag and shut the door again. Ick!

I think that was my first and last trip to the stockyards.

The Tonight Show

Last night I watched the tonight show with Jay Leno. His first guest was Christina Applegate. One question: Don't these actresses know that when they hit 30, they're addictive adherence to the macrobiotic diet, obsessive workout schedules and face peels actually have the opposite of the intended effect and make them look much older? Ms. Applegate's complete absence of body fat made her face look like that of an elderly woman's. Although I absolutely can't stand the mere smell of the place:

GET YOUR ASS INTO MCDONALD'S POST HASTE, CHRISTINA!

She really needs to forget about the South Beach diet or whatever and go on the ol' Nine-Piece- Chicken-McNugget-Double-Quarter-Pounder-With-Cheese-And-Fries-Washed-Down-With-A-Gallon-Of-Coke Diet. Quite a shame. She used to be hot.
Then came James Carville. I've always loved this whacked-out left-wing nutjob. He was discussing John Stewart's recent appearance on Crossfire (you can find it on the web) and he had a great line (I don't remember it word for word) about all of the cable news talk shows, which I must confess, I do enjoy. Anyway, he likened them to a lampost for a drunk. They provide plenty of support but no illumination.
Good one, you kook.

More Crazy Brits

Not much to write today, but I'd like to publish a letter to us dumb Americans from a British citizen, Mr. Richard Dawkins, who is a professor at Oxford.

Dear Americans,

Don't be so ashamed of your president: the majority of you didn't vote for him. If Bush is finally elected properly, that will be the time for Americans travelling abroad to simulate a Canadian accent. Please don't let it come to that. Vote against Bin Laden's dream candidate. Vote to send Bush packing.
Before 9/11 gave him his big break - the neo-cons' Pearl Harbor - Bush was written off as an amiable idiot, certain to serve only one term. An idiot he may be, but he is also sly, mendacious and vindictive; and the thuggish ideologues who surround him are dangerous. 9/11 gave America a free gift of goodwill, and it poured in from all around the world. Bush took it as a free gift to the warmongers of his party, a licence to attack an irrelevant country which, however nasty its dictator, had no connection with 9/11. The consequence is that all the worldwide goodwill has vanished. Bush's America is on the way to becoming a pariah state. And Bush's Iraq has become a beacon for terrorists.
In the service of his long-planned war (with its catastrophically unplanned aftermath), Bush not only lied about Iraq being the "enemy" who had attacked the twin towers. With the connivance of the toadying Tony Blair and the spineless Colin Powell, he lied to Congress and the world about weapons of mass destruction. He is now brazenly lying to the American electorate about how "well" things are going under the puppet government. By comparison with this cynical mendacity, the worst that can be said about John Kerry is that he sometimes changes his mind. Well, wouldn't you change your mind if you discovered that the major premise on which you had been persuaded to vote for war was a big fat lie?
Now that all other justifications for the war are known to be lies, the warmongers are thrown back on one, endlessly repeated: the world is a better place without Saddam. No doubt it is. But that's the Tony Martin school of foreign policy [Martin was a householder who shot dead a burglar who had broken into his house in 1999]. It's not how civilised countries, who follow the rule of law, behave. The world would be a better place without George Bush, but that doesn't justify an assassination attempt. The proper way to get rid of that smirking gunslinger is to vote him out.
As the bumper stickers put it, "Re-defeat Bush". But, this time, do it so overwhelmingly that neither his brother's friends in Florida nor his father's friends on the Supreme Court will be able to rig the count. Decent Americans - there are absolutely more intelligent, educated, civilised, cultivated, compassionate people in America than in any other country in the western world - please show your electoral muscle this time around. We in the rest of the world, who sadly cannot vote in the one election that really affects our future, are depending on you. Please don't let us down.

Votin' = Sex For All and Baseball

Here is an interesting website. I found it quite humorous:

http://www.votergasm.org/photos/cartoon/

On Sunday night, whilst in the throws of the horrible "Sunday Nights", unable to sleep and hurtin' from a weekend of boozin', I chanced upon a most entertaining bit of sport. It was game four of the American League Championship Series. I've never given a shit about the Red Sox, and I don't really care for the Yankees, a team that has always represented everything that I despise about professional sports, but this game was something else. My bout of alcohol induced insomnia allowed me to stay up until 1:30am or whatever and I really enjoyed the game. So, I watched games five, six and seven as well. Wow! That was some great baseball. The Red Sox are going to the World Series for the first time since 1986. They haven't won it since 1918. Perhaps poor old Bill Buckner will finally get some peace if the Red Sox win it.

The Red Sox opponent will be either the Houston Astros or the St. Louis Cardinals. Roger Clemens will start in what will be one of many huge games in his career tomorrow. That reminds me of a college roommate I had by the name of Tom Reitz. His ol' man, or his ma, I can't remember which, was from Boston and he was catholic and one of his parents, again I can't remember which, went to Notre Dame. Needless to say, the Aryan-named fucker was a huge Red Sox fan. He wore that freakin' ball cap with his Polo shirts and duck boots all of the time. But I'll never forget one Saturday morning as I was sound asleep, or rather unconcious from the 20 odd beers I had drank the night before, he made me get outta bed really early because "ROCKET'S PITCHIN', ROCKET'S PITCHIN'!!!!!" Anyone who knows Tom, God bless him, knows that his voice was very high-pitched and could really pierce the nerves. He also had a penchant for repeating himself over and over again. Eh, but we watched Rocket pitch a great game against what was at that time the hapless Cleveland Indians. I'm sure that Tom will be watching tomorrow's game with great interest. He'll probably smoke a shitload of pot and drink several beers and whoever is with him will endure his loud-ass, high-pitched voice whenever The Rocket strikes out a Cardinal's player.

I wish I could be there, too.

Those Crazy Brits

I just became aware of a very interesting ploy on the part of the The Guardian to influence the vote in Clark County, Ohio. Clark County is near Dayton if memory serves, which ain't far from Cincinnati (you can't even buy Playboy there) and several MITLAMP sites such as Wright Patterson AFB and is therefore most likely full of red-faced W supporters. There is a sampling of some of the responses that were received by the Guardian on their website published today, and since I still haven't learned how to correctly insert links, you can take your lazy ass there and look it up yourself. Just type in Guardian UK in your browser, or whatever, I don't know. Shit. I apologize.

I'm not quite sure why some of these folks are so pissed and riled up about this. The main themes seem to be that they don't want foreign intervention in our elections and they are also well aware of the Britons' famed poor dental hygiene. While I sympathize with some of the sentiment regarding the arrogance and assholish nature of many UK citizens, their opposition to this sincere, and actually quite admirable, endeavor is further proof of how stupid we Americans really are. Do these dipshits actually believe that there is no foreign influence on US elections? Do they sincerely think that massive globalisation and the free market doesn't invite the participation of countries whose own foreign policy and economic interests are vested in who is the President of the USA have no influence? Do they not understand that said countries probably have more say in the election than their Fox-News-watchin', Rush-Limbaugh-listenin'-to, dumb lilly-white asses?

Think Saudi Arabia.
Think Israel.

Just FUCKING THINK!!!!

As said in a previous post, keep your moronic ass out of the voting booth on election day.
For God's sake!!!
Please!!!

Keep on Killin'!!!!

I forgot to mention that they sent another man to his death here in Texas last week.
Three in two weeks. Lots more to go folks!!

It's hard work, I saw it on the television! Let me tell you, it's all about education. If we could just educate 'em, we wouldn't have to kill 'em!

Observed on a W sign, in a yard across the street:
YET ANOTHER FAMILY SUPPORTING PRESIDENT BUSH AND OUR TROOPS

Hey, dumbass, partial-birth abortion is a political term coined by right-wing nutjobs. See if you can find it in the AMA. Good luck. And please, please, please don't vote. The country begs of you. Stay home.

You undecideds out there, stay the fuck home on election day as well. Look at it as your solemn duty, like you decided to do the right thing.

Quote of the Day 10/18/04

Sure we'll have fascism in America, but it'll come disguised as 100 percent Americanism.

- Huey P. Long

Viva Revolucion!!!

I saw probably what was the finest film I've seen in a year on Sunday night. It was visually beautiful, perfectly cast and the acting was incredible. The film was The Motorcycle Diaries. It was about Che Guevara. It's not the Che that you see a lotta the hipsters running around with on the front of their tees. This was the story of a motorcycle trip that he took with his good buddy Alberto when Che was known as Ernesto and was only 23. They planned to ride the entire length of South America from their home in Buenos Aires, but they ended up walking a lotta the way, with a quick stop at a leper colony for some learnin'. The scenery was beautiful and perfectly captured by the cinematographer and director of photography. Naturally, many hijinx ensue on the trip, but it's really about the foundation for Ernesto's later transformation into Che being laid. It's also about friendship and loyalty!
Gael Garcia Bernal is sure to give the chicas the wet panties for many years to come. But that boy can really act!
The film is subtitled for all of you lazy asses out there.
Overall time-tested poop rating system: 4 big ol' poopys.

Global Test

The debates. W was unquestionably in better form, but that was to be expected. I watched the yammering and hee-hawing, blah, blah, blah and drank several Shiner Bocks during the circus. We then went and saw us some Jerry Jeff Walker at this bar called Cowboys. I ain't a shittin', it was called Cowboys. We danced a lot, though, and had us a real good time. Yeah. That's it. Texas.

Ride the Lightning

From the Dallas Morning News October 7, 2004:

INMATE EXECUTED FOR MURDER

This was a good story about some piece of shit, Mr. Peter Miniel, who killed a man during a robbery eighteen years ago. He beat one Paul Manier with a beer mug, a car shock absorber (yes, a car shock absorber) and then stabbed him repeatedly with a knife. The result of the robbery?

Twenty bucks and a car stereo.

Mr. Miniel was put to death by lethal injection at 6:22pm on October 6.

There can be no sympathy for Mr. Miniel. He was an animal who had no business walking the streets. But guess what? He was the fifteenth man executed in Texas this year and the SECOND IN TWO DAYS!

In case you weren't already aware, Texas is the express lane for the death penalty. It beats Florida. I think that Texans should feel good about the fifteen examples they have set this year so far because the death penalty has proven to be quite a deterrant. And did you catch how long Mr. Miniel spent on death row? That's quite a cost to the taxpayers, wouldn't you say? Ironic because right-wingers don't like to be taxed, but they will gladly pay for eighteen years of numerous costly appeals and to house, feed and clothe the Mr. Miniels of the land. It really boils down to blood lust. How are those who support the death penalty any better than those they righteously put to death?

It's ridiculous on so many levels. Is it not?

Flip Flop

So wait a minute? Isn't North Korea one third of what W so stupidly calls the "Axis of Evil"? Doesn't that infer then, that North Korea is a terrorist nation? Isn't it true that, according to Dick and W et. al., America does not need allies or foreign nations' assistance in fighting the War on Terror? So tell me, Dick or W or Rummy or Condi or, if you can find your balls, Colin, why do we want China to conduct negotiations with North Korea regarding dismantling their WMD programs? I'm confused.

Pottery Barn & Loving Her the Best I Can

I watched the debate last night and I watched the entire thing. As said in yesterday's transmittal, nothing new or surprising was said in thematic terms but there were some goodies. My favorite was when W, describing his visit with the mother of a soldier whose death he is responsible for, said that "I loved her as best I could". What did he do, he pre-emptively fucked her, he penetrated her, what was the best he could? I wanted to hear more about that, but of course that was the end of that.

We've all seen the caricatures of W portrayed as a smirking chimp. And by God almighty, he sure did look it last night. His ears seemed to stick far out, he looked like he'd been on a three day meth bender and he stammered and stomped like an impatient child.

I haven't read the media interpretation of the debate yet, but I'm gonna do that now. Afterall, it doesn't matter what you or I saw or what we think, it's how the media presents what we saw. This is America, and the American way is to look to others to tell us what we saw and how to interpret what it is that we saw. We're too lazy and stupid to think for ourselves because we have others to do it for us.

God Bless Us All and Good Day.