Sunday, January 29, 2006

The Bubba Key

I found it, my love: the key to our combined and individual growth. It's a simple question, but the answer is complex because it changes as we grow.

I can't give the answer because it's in flux.

But here's the question: what makes you angry?

Explained - every time we grow we outgrow the thing which pushes our anger buttons. That's a milestone of development. Then we move on to a new/next thing that makes us angry. And then, historically, we overcome that.

Goal - to get ahead of the game. Together we've already overcome many things that have made us angry in the past and are no longer enslaved to those things. Now lets find out what makes us angry today and tomorrow...and see what happens.

As always, I love you.


sdw

Saturday, January 28, 2006

The Best Evangelist

As a Christian, the best evangelist I've ever met in my life is my big brother Rocky. He did more (by doing less), and changed more minds (by not overtly trying) than anyone else I've ever known.

He's still doing it, too. And getting better at it every day. This man invented the tug-of-war theory that I only elaborated on.

Before my beloved ever saved me, Rocky brought me back from the brink.

Makes him pretty okay in my book, don'tchathink?

Hamas Elected to Majority Govt. in "Palestine"

There are two schools of thought on this:

#1.) Conservative: nuke 'em now.

#2.) Liberal: oooooh, they're so sweeeet. They'll join the peace process and sing Kum-by-yah!

Idiocy.

BUT, since the elections in Iraq have actually gone better than the elections in "Palestine" are already going, I'm leaning conservative. Israel, my dear, maybe (if your ethic permits, which it doesn't) you might consider nuking them now. As soon as they get down shooting each other there's a verrrry good chance that they will turn on you.......in organized force. After all, the P.A. (or whatever it's called now) is already sending out the invite for militants with the blood of G*D's chosen on their hands to come and join the new "Palestinian army".

http://apnews.myway.com/article/20060129/D8FE0PF01.html

Monday, January 16, 2006

Response to Ray Schoolbus Nagin's Promise of a Chocolate New Orleans

The following is a response to a speech given by New Orleans Mayor Ray "Schoolbus" Nagin on Martin Luther King Day where he promised that New Orleans would be "chocolate" again and that an "African American" majority would again inhabit a (federally) rebuilt New Orleans.

http://www.wdsu.com/news/6151733/detail.html?rss=no&psp=news

You are a racist and a bigot, sir. Martin Luther King would condemn you to your face if he were alive to see how the "black community" (another racist and segregationist label) was squandering the opportunity available to ALL Americans just to achieve political advantage and a continued culture of crippling handouts. For you to "promise" an "African American" majority demographic in New Orleans is blatantly racist. You are the worst enemy your own people have and the rest of America is sick and tired of it.

Why don't you join American society instead of tearing it down to create a whining, grabbing subculture that can't provide for itself, that is responsible for the majority of violent crime, that is the laughing stock of all decent, hard-working Americans?

The contribution of Americans of African descent in this nation is incredible. America wouldn't be the same without it. There are so many of us that love and admire and respect DECENT people of color, who obey the laws, provide for their families and contribute to the overall good of the greatest country on earth. Personally you might be one of these people, but this GARBAGE you're preaching is divisive, it is segregationist and it is racist.And if you had any decency you would have resigned after the schoolbus debacle.

MLK wouldn't be proud of your race-baiting opportunism. He might just spit in your face...

Saturday, January 14, 2006

I've Finally Found a Hero

...and, yes, he's an asshole (like seeks like).

It's George Carlin, who else? He's the closest Gentile to a Jew I've ever found, eloquently combining Jewish honesty with Gentile cleverness and audacity. I've already read all the asshole's books and have listened to or watched most of his "specials", now I just need to find the fuckhead.

I'll start by searching out all the states in the U.S. that have decriminalized marijuana (that should narrow it down). Then I'll search the criminal records of those states for possession charges, and that should be a "bingo".

Funny (no pun intended), but this asshole's been with me the hole time...no, that's not a typo. I remember being 14 years old, listening to "Class Clown" on cassette tape, editing out all the cuss words and sending it to my big brother in seminary. It sounded something like this:

"........and then...........But what really........ me off is these rotten.....who....everything. Raisenettes.... because most of the time.....And the worst thing is.......But I say, "Who gives a ............"

See what I mean? I don't think big bro got it, but then again Big Bro never does.

I will find George Carlin.

I will tell him he's not my idol and that personally I'd prefer a lacerated asshole.

Then I will force him at the point of a six-foot double-headed dildo to call me a fucking idiot, just for auld lang syne.

And btw (which is internet speak for either "beat the wienie" or "by the way", I'm not sure which), here is a message from George Carlin:

A wonderful Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you canchoose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

HOW TO STAY YOUNG.
1.Throw out non-essential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts,gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person
who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every
opportunity. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
If you don't send this to at least 8 people....who cares?
--George Carlin
Post 9-11
(His wife recently died...) Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - gross and mouthy comedian ofthe 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent ...and so very appropriate post 9-11.

Monday, January 09, 2006

What In Common

What do all these men have in common:

Sir Hiram Maxim -
Louis Fieser -
J. Robert Oppenheimer -

They ALL invented "weapons of 'mass' destruction", and...

THEY WERE ALL CIVILIANS!

Soldiers, take note:

You make fine modifications to existing weapons, but you've never invented shiest (that requires creativity, which is not what we pay you for). You're not just soldiers, you are OUR soldiers. YOU WORK FOR US. Never forget it, at your peril.

Maxim invented the machine gun.

Fieser invented napalm.

And Oppenheimer...well, you should know what he invented, right?

My patriotism is not in question here. Your loyalty is. Fulfill it.

And that's an order.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Once Upon a Time...

...there was this gal named "Cricket". She was a lovely creature who would, at times, behave in a decidedly unlovely (albeit delicious) manner. There were whips, there were chains, and there was the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future who would have been much preferred to what happened next.

Mike Zubek, a radical genius and son of a local police officer who was born and blessed/cursed with a porn-stars johnson, met said Cricket and engaged in liasons with her. It is my understanding that she left him tied-up for most of a weekend, at which time Mr. Zubek's hormonal exuberance reached its peak. Then reached its zenith. Then plummeted. Then rose Phoenix-like. Then plummeted again. Followed by a brief sleep in an unnatural body position. Followed by a cheese-grater applied in various sections of the body harmonic.

Okay, I'm not so sure about the cheese grater, but I am sure that Ms. Cricket was also an acquaintance of one Ed Muskogi, of late night local t.v. fame in days past.

That's Cricket, and she just might need a shot of something strong to get her through the night...