I'll save you the time and frustration of watching and sum up the State of the Union in five words...
#1 We
#2 Are
#3 So
#4 Totally
#5 Fucked.
Actually, the word is pronounced FUUUUCK - ED.
What an asshole. Actually, I'm not watching it. I insist on watching something much more morally and ethically appealing - not to mention more intellectual..."Dog, The Bounty Hunter". Now THIS shit is real TV!
More on the "State of the Union" when I get to work tomorrow and dare to r-e-a-d the speech since I cannot stand watching that monkey try to make a speech - no offense intended to any monkey.
And on that note, this little observation from Big Joe...
"This year, both Groundhog Day and the State of the Union Address fall on
the same day. As Air America Radio pointed out, "It is an ironic
juxtaposition: one involves a meaningless ritual in which we look to a
creature of little intelligence for prognostication, and the other
involves a groundhog."
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Reasons to get Pissed.. and I don't mean from the booze
First, Roomie has trained dumbass boy cat to like pork rinds --- I didn't eat fucking pork rinds when I was a carnivore, but Roomie has him eating P-O-R-K rinds?????... Thursday will make 16 years of heriborism for moi.
Second, I pull a trapezius muscle and doc says, "No running, no weight lifting"... I gain 5 lbs. As my previous mantra goes - I am NEVER gonna be a fat chick again - So, hence the pitty party, where I'm the guest of honour.
Third, I'm trying to find a travel plan for Mother and me to hit the Irish soil, but every site I hit seems a bogus journey into Rip-Me-Off land. What bullshit is that? I really want to do a "self-drive" tour, but where the fuck do you practice driving - on the right side of the car, with a manual stick on your left side, while driving on the left side of the road???I can't even brush my fucking teeth with my left hand, much less drive a manual trans around a "round about". God is crafty.
Lest we not forget the impossibilty of my ability to find a decent "guided tour" that is not a rip-off. What the hell makes anyone think they can rip off old folks and prenant-first parents into understanding the concept that there are 37-year olds that want to visit their country to see ------- hmmmmmm..... their country. I'm old enough and wise enough to know there are places there that I can go, I just want, oh, shall we say, "A fucking clue" as to where we can go without the tourist trap.
Of course, being an American, living in an American City, I can only imagine their trouble, but... OK, I'll shut up now.
The base to my frustation is the fact that scumbags are probably running ads for the travel industry or whatnot, and if you haven't been there you would know...
OK -enough babble.
To each, his own.
Second, I pull a trapezius muscle and doc says, "No running, no weight lifting"... I gain 5 lbs. As my previous mantra goes - I am NEVER gonna be a fat chick again - So, hence the pitty party, where I'm the guest of honour.
Third, I'm trying to find a travel plan for Mother and me to hit the Irish soil, but every site I hit seems a bogus journey into Rip-Me-Off land. What bullshit is that? I really want to do a "self-drive" tour, but where the fuck do you practice driving - on the right side of the car, with a manual stick on your left side, while driving on the left side of the road???I can't even brush my fucking teeth with my left hand, much less drive a manual trans around a "round about". God is crafty.
Lest we not forget the impossibilty of my ability to find a decent "guided tour" that is not a rip-off. What the hell makes anyone think they can rip off old folks and prenant-first parents into understanding the concept that there are 37-year olds that want to visit their country to see ------- hmmmmmm..... their country. I'm old enough and wise enough to know there are places there that I can go, I just want, oh, shall we say, "A fucking clue" as to where we can go without the tourist trap.
Of course, being an American, living in an American City, I can only imagine their trouble, but... OK, I'll shut up now.
The base to my frustation is the fact that scumbags are probably running ads for the travel industry or whatnot, and if you haven't been there you would know...
OK -enough babble.
To each, his own.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Demons and Monsters
Everyone has at least one who haunts them. I have several, of which I confidently know I have whopped ass upon, only to beat all but ... well, several. Not that it should indicate any mass will power on my part, it's more understanding the consequences of my bad decisions. As any physicist will tell you, "For every action, there is and equal and opposite re-action". Some folks don't get this concept. Some folks fail to understand the gift of "free will" and the idea that we have been given a chance that some do not get. And it really is a gift if you are patient enough to truly understand what this means.
I am currently getting some "vibe" that things are not going well with my uncle/friend, and I, therefore, think that he cannot control those demons. I'm sad to say, I don't think he's alive anymore, which will mean he has allowed his demons to take him away from my family - and MOST importantly - away from me.
I told him over the holidays that I would not sink with him if he continued to treat himself and his family with such contempt. I got the message when I started sinking too much, but he's damn near the bottom of the ocean and he still doesn't get it. And there are some in my family that will still try to keep him from sinking and will ultimately drown with him. Maybe I'm just upset about those who I think will sink with them and I can sympathize with them. I, on the other hand, can empathize with where he is, I just can't make him do the right thing... hence, the concept of free will. When someone you love makes choices that are not conducive to "living", then I think you should cut them free. God, it really is hard, but the psycho-folk say that this is the "Non-enabler" approach. I think labeling such a thing is asinine. It really is all about survival of the fittest and I can't, won't, ever risk my sanity for anyone else. What good would you be if you let yourself sink to the bottom with the person who doesn't want to be rescued in the first place? This is a prime example as to why the "two birds, one stone" concept is not applicable to families.
My older brother is suicidal - give or take - day to day. I told him the same thing I told my uncle over the holidays. Step up or step down, but stop trying to drag everyone down with you. I suppose that attitude would insite a "selfish" attitude on my part, but there really is a time and place for selfishness, and if this makes me a selfish person, so be it. Better than trying to bring someone out of the depths of hell when you fight every day to keep yourself out of that same hell. Everyone has their own demons and monsters. I have greeted mine with contempt, anger, disgust, and remorse, and I STILL have demons and monsters to deal with. However, I think that if someone wants to die, it is their choice - albeit how selfish it is. Funny, folks that I talk to that say, "How can you find someone suicidal 'selfish'?" I say, "If you blow your fucking brains off, how do you think the rest of us will feel with the loss that we (non-suicidial folks) feel as we are left behind to clean up the mess???" Suicide is a part of free will - the same free will God gives everyone - but do you really think God is going to open the pearly gates to someone who has taken their gift of life so carelessly? Just look at what happens in the world EVERY fucking second - Sudan, Ethiopia, China, etc. How bad do you think you really have it???
If things really looks that bad, watch the nightly news and see. Compared to 82% of the world, we scumbags have it made. Therefore, address your demons, call up your monsters, and have a good ol' chat. I somehow was able to do this with drugs, cigarrettes, and other demons, but it really does come down to if you are willing to fight those demons and monsters. I tell you, it is a struggle for me, especially when I'm with people who do those drugs, et al., but I respect the consquences of my actions. Most of the time, I don't pull through in that I really want what ever drugs etc. are available, but as my uncle said, "So, you just say 'NO'?"
Yup, because if I had done that line of pure blow with you that night, I'd be some crack whore screwing some West Indians so I could score another hit. Sorry, my friend, that is not the life I think God intended me to have and I have the experience to know that if I had done that brilliant line of coke with you, I would not be here today.
I hope that those who are haunted by demons and monsters can find the strenght to "just say, "NO". Much easier said than done - another lesson that only comes from experience and true knowledge of the addition and consequenes - i.e., for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
To my uncle/friend, I truly hope you will stick around. YOU are so special to me that I don't want any of this to be your epitath.
I am currently getting some "vibe" that things are not going well with my uncle/friend, and I, therefore, think that he cannot control those demons. I'm sad to say, I don't think he's alive anymore, which will mean he has allowed his demons to take him away from my family - and MOST importantly - away from me.
I told him over the holidays that I would not sink with him if he continued to treat himself and his family with such contempt. I got the message when I started sinking too much, but he's damn near the bottom of the ocean and he still doesn't get it. And there are some in my family that will still try to keep him from sinking and will ultimately drown with him. Maybe I'm just upset about those who I think will sink with them and I can sympathize with them. I, on the other hand, can empathize with where he is, I just can't make him do the right thing... hence, the concept of free will. When someone you love makes choices that are not conducive to "living", then I think you should cut them free. God, it really is hard, but the psycho-folk say that this is the "Non-enabler" approach. I think labeling such a thing is asinine. It really is all about survival of the fittest and I can't, won't, ever risk my sanity for anyone else. What good would you be if you let yourself sink to the bottom with the person who doesn't want to be rescued in the first place? This is a prime example as to why the "two birds, one stone" concept is not applicable to families.
My older brother is suicidal - give or take - day to day. I told him the same thing I told my uncle over the holidays. Step up or step down, but stop trying to drag everyone down with you. I suppose that attitude would insite a "selfish" attitude on my part, but there really is a time and place for selfishness, and if this makes me a selfish person, so be it. Better than trying to bring someone out of the depths of hell when you fight every day to keep yourself out of that same hell. Everyone has their own demons and monsters. I have greeted mine with contempt, anger, disgust, and remorse, and I STILL have demons and monsters to deal with. However, I think that if someone wants to die, it is their choice - albeit how selfish it is. Funny, folks that I talk to that say, "How can you find someone suicidal 'selfish'?" I say, "If you blow your fucking brains off, how do you think the rest of us will feel with the loss that we (non-suicidial folks) feel as we are left behind to clean up the mess???" Suicide is a part of free will - the same free will God gives everyone - but do you really think God is going to open the pearly gates to someone who has taken their gift of life so carelessly? Just look at what happens in the world EVERY fucking second - Sudan, Ethiopia, China, etc. How bad do you think you really have it???
If things really looks that bad, watch the nightly news and see. Compared to 82% of the world, we scumbags have it made. Therefore, address your demons, call up your monsters, and have a good ol' chat. I somehow was able to do this with drugs, cigarrettes, and other demons, but it really does come down to if you are willing to fight those demons and monsters. I tell you, it is a struggle for me, especially when I'm with people who do those drugs, et al., but I respect the consquences of my actions. Most of the time, I don't pull through in that I really want what ever drugs etc. are available, but as my uncle said, "So, you just say 'NO'?"
Yup, because if I had done that line of pure blow with you that night, I'd be some crack whore screwing some West Indians so I could score another hit. Sorry, my friend, that is not the life I think God intended me to have and I have the experience to know that if I had done that brilliant line of coke with you, I would not be here today.
I hope that those who are haunted by demons and monsters can find the strenght to "just say, "NO". Much easier said than done - another lesson that only comes from experience and true knowledge of the addition and consequenes - i.e., for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
To my uncle/friend, I truly hope you will stick around. YOU are so special to me that I don't want any of this to be your epitath.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Who's Your Biggest Puss?
Would it be Alito's wife, bawling like a baby on national TV because those nasty, dirty Democrats were questioning her HUSBAND - not her - on his involvement with a pseudo-Nazi group? Well, let's see. He said he didn't remember belonging to the "Concerned Alumni of Princeton" clan in 1985. Let me tell you something, in 1985, I was on my way to being one of the - if not T-H-E - biggest fucking stonehead in the southeast and I remember everything stupid I did. Now, that's not to say I didn't have a half-assed excuse if I couldn't remember, but somethin' tells me Alito wasn't snorting pure blow, dropping double-dipped gold Aztec, and smoking copious amounts of weed, either. But getting back to Mrs. Himler, why the fuck would she be crying? Get a backbone, Bee-atch. If you're darling hubby is appointed, the knives will really start flying (figuratively and literally) and, the last time I checked, Justices are appointed for life.
And then we have our second case of Puss-o-mania... Ralph Reed??? It's too bad that his precious god gave him the looks of a pedofiliac victim so it is no surprise to see him breakdown and cry like a sniveling little girl. Great set of balls you got there, Ralphy. Again, for you to whine like a piglet when the questioning had nothing to do with you, really shows how much of a man you really are not.
And Kennedy vs. Spector? Damn close one, but I think the TED got one up on Arlen (and if I were a man, I'd have to smack my parents in the mouth for naming me "Arlen").
Come on folks, grow something, backbone or balls. Just stop crying on CSPAN. It's bad enough to have to watch clips from this circus.
And then we have our second case of Puss-o-mania... Ralph Reed??? It's too bad that his precious god gave him the looks of a pedofiliac victim so it is no surprise to see him breakdown and cry like a sniveling little girl. Great set of balls you got there, Ralphy. Again, for you to whine like a piglet when the questioning had nothing to do with you, really shows how much of a man you really are not.
And Kennedy vs. Spector? Damn close one, but I think the TED got one up on Arlen (and if I were a man, I'd have to smack my parents in the mouth for naming me "Arlen").
Come on folks, grow something, backbone or balls. Just stop crying on CSPAN. It's bad enough to have to watch clips from this circus.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Jack in the Box
Abramhoff in a witness box that is. Who's gonna sing like Pavarotti on crack? I've been waiting for that dipshit DeLay to go down for a very long time, so Merry Christmas to all of you who know that Abramhoff knows all about the dirty laundry sorted through the Bush White House and Congress. So sad that all those who are so "innocent" are dumping the money they got from Jack into charity accounts so they can be liberated from anything to do with him and whatever he's going to say during his operatic debut. First, doesn't this somewhat imply that you know the money is dirty and, second, if you give it to charity, don't you get a healthy tax write off? Scum.
On a healthier note, good karma still running here. The dining room is almost done and looks so much better than I ever thought. I don't care much for painting, though, especially with a muscle in my back that has decided to revolt. I'm waiting on dumbass cat to step in the paint. That should be hilarious and I will not stop it from happening as I am a cruel and vicious person.
On another schizo-note - what a shame that Michael Hutchence offed himself. What a hottie, AND he could sing. I saw INXS five times when they were touring and never had a bad time. Now they have a new lead singer (apparently picked from a reality show) who is also a hottie - and could be my son as young as he is - but can sing almost as well as MH. Good choice, good first song. I say this as I listen to the best of INXS while working on the paint thing.
Thanks to a screw up with the airline, Mother and I have $400 vouchers each to anywhere Delta flies. Since Delta flies to Shannon, Ireland for $400, guess where we are headed for our joint birthday bash in May? Anyone out there that knows anything about Ireland needs to comment and tell me the best places to go. One of the ways I've lost 40 lbs is by no beer drinking, but I will tell you now, as soon as my foot hits Irish soil, a Guinness will be my first sacrifice.
Must go. More painting to be done.
On a healthier note, good karma still running here. The dining room is almost done and looks so much better than I ever thought. I don't care much for painting, though, especially with a muscle in my back that has decided to revolt. I'm waiting on dumbass cat to step in the paint. That should be hilarious and I will not stop it from happening as I am a cruel and vicious person.
On another schizo-note - what a shame that Michael Hutchence offed himself. What a hottie, AND he could sing. I saw INXS five times when they were touring and never had a bad time. Now they have a new lead singer (apparently picked from a reality show) who is also a hottie - and could be my son as young as he is - but can sing almost as well as MH. Good choice, good first song. I say this as I listen to the best of INXS while working on the paint thing.
Thanks to a screw up with the airline, Mother and I have $400 vouchers each to anywhere Delta flies. Since Delta flies to Shannon, Ireland for $400, guess where we are headed for our joint birthday bash in May? Anyone out there that knows anything about Ireland needs to comment and tell me the best places to go. One of the ways I've lost 40 lbs is by no beer drinking, but I will tell you now, as soon as my foot hits Irish soil, a Guinness will be my first sacrifice.
Must go. More painting to be done.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
To Those Who Cannot Be Happy...
PLEEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEE
FUCK OFF!
Really, L-I-F-E isn't rosy ALL the time, but give me a break. With the good comes the bad, it's all about the balance. That being said, "I CANNOT cover your ass while trying to keep mine a'floatin'."
Give me a fucking break, please.
FUCK OFF!
Really, L-I-F-E isn't rosy ALL the time, but give me a break. With the good comes the bad, it's all about the balance. That being said, "I CANNOT cover your ass while trying to keep mine a'floatin'."
Give me a fucking break, please.
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