The 9/11 Mosque is nothing more than global ideological theater. They are free to do what they want, but it appears to be naked, cynical provocation. If this is the way Imams want to build cultural bridges with us, then they are more tone-deaf than Wings era Linda McCartney. I’ve never seen the far left in such support of any other religious building. Something doesn’t smell right and I’m openly wondering if they instinctively side with any culture or idea that is in opposition to traditional American values no matter the issue. Somehow I think my old liberal icons wouldn’t be so quick to defend diversity and fake communion when the other side was so obviously disingenuous.
Those salty n sugary bar peanuts may be the best snack ever. I’ve been snarfing them for 30 years and I’m still astonished at how they satisfy. Every damn time.
The cast of “Jersey Shore” should be bundled with the freeks of “Whale Wars” or the madmen of “Deadly Catch”. I would watch that with religious fervor.
I wonder: If a LARGE endangered woodpecker decides that it has a moral imperative to rip apart my windowsills, am I allowed at some point to abandon “feel good” remedies and kill a bitch? If CarrotTop was sitting on my roof, peeling off shingles, out of his mind on steroids looking for a mate and licking psychedelic frogs, I could at least call the police. There’s serious damage happening and I have no recourse.
It’s never a good idea to buy sushi from Wal-Mart.
The whole Obama “Hope and Change” thingy seems to have hit a brick wall at 150 mph. Turns out, there’s a big difference between charged collegiate rhetoric and actual reality. Go figure. As usual, every nasty dickhead mocks our youthful idealism and uses the opportunity to advance hideous totalitarianism. That doesn’t make us “more bad” but it does say something about many others, especially the UN which is a fancy talkin’, limp dick disaster enabler. I wouldn’t trust these pompous fatcats with the copper in my walls, much less some ideal of individual rights.
Traditional liberalism is necessary in a free and open society, but “Progressivism” and its main tenant of central planning and sniffy elites ruling by a removed judiciary is Orwell creepy. Count me out.
Any Hollywood pinhead that lectures me about plastic bags or bottles, then hops a private jet to Cannes to promote a movie should be forced to live with Sean Hannity in a KFC dumpster for six months. While I stand outside laughing like a madman and pissing on them.
The immigration issue is tearing me in half! I don’t want to punish anybody, but you can’t have millions of illegals in a country and not expect a firestorm. I’m uncomfortable with certain xenophobic elements on the right and equally disturbed by the shameless pandering on the left. Business wants cheap labor, the progressives NEED millions of victimized votes. It’s a mess. Perhaps the biggest devil of all is the Mexican government itself. They get billions in quasi-legal dollars, a valve that lets millions escape unnecessary poverty and sanctioned corruption. AND a white devil to the north on which they can blame most of their self-imposed problems. There is no reason, but BAD government, why Mexico should be so poor. Why isn’t the focus on the absolute failure of Mexican governance? Why do they get a fucking PASS?
Goddamn mosquitoes. My stream is a beastly, overgrown nightmare. Atlanta in August is the worst of all possible worlds. There’s no-see-ums and chiggers and beetles the size of your thumb that shriek like Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby when you disturb them. Every year at this time I inappropriately wish for a Monsoon of biblical proportion to wash all the bitey nastiness away.
The owls and turtles are nice. I like them quite a bit. But the bats freak me right the fuck out.
Why am I broke all the time lately? Who were those people who broke down in front of my house in the middle of the night? What is making that noise in my attic? What is that rash on my shins all about? Why won’t my sneakers stay tied anymore?
Did the vet overcharge? Why are my ears getting so hairy? Am I turning into my father? Is Yvonne humoring me just to shut me up?
Somebody should clean those stairs. Fancy lettuce is good, but pulled pork tastes better. Those pillows need a good scrubbing. I’d tell a client to suck dick if I wasn’t desperate for income. My knee hurts. Why is the guest bathroom dirty when no one but me uses it? My bifocals SUCK. I need to replace that eco-friendly bulb with something that actually illuminates the fucking room… Is that a heel spur?
I need to flip the bed. Is Holden getting an ear infection? (He sure is scratching a lot.) We need to go through the closets and boxes and garage and sell a bunch of shit on eBay. What is that rare pottery worth? Is that lazy numbnut across the street fuckin with my property values? What is that faint whumping sound in the front end of the Mercedes? (Whatever it is, it’s not going to be good.) Should we even insure the Xterra anymore?
I’d sell a ton of CDs, but it aint worth the effort. I’ll never listen to that Franz Ferdinand, but I’ll be damned if I sell it for a buck. That wall of music looks like a bad investment, but it makes me happy.
What’s in the back of the freezer? How do you properly prepare those ancient Chinese dumplings? What the hell is that THING mummified in the vacuum sealed bag? Is the dishwasher making a weird noise? Are we out of hotdogs? Should I, can I, grow a beard?
The Braves are tired and fading. Is Urban Meyer sane? Night time is the right time for Fahey and Townes Van Zandt.
Milk and cookies makes me happy.
My mind reels. I sit and smoke a cig and consider. Another day gone and I still have no clue.
Matt
john
Shawn
