The Trouble We Got Coming

Smack dab in the middle of the health care mis-and-dis-information, Haiti had an earthquake that basically took apart a country that was barely glued together, Chile had one that was worse in a country that is better, and we waited for the Tsunami's to hit Hawaii. I'm starting to believe in this Intelligent Design bullshit, but in this case, I think the intelligent designer is a mother named Nature and she is saying, "Wait till they get a load of my shit!'
Now, with Iraq giving hints that the only way to run that country is either a Monarchy or a Dictatorship or a hybrid of both, and with Afghanistan proving itself to the place that Empires go when they get stupid, we are in the midst of something called the Tea Party movement that essentially tells us that all government is bad and that somehow, human beings, left to their own devices, will always do what is right for the greater good, or at least the good that is white and spelling impaired. We've got Glenn Beck, the kind of kid you beat up on the playground should you ever get the chance, and Sarah Palin, who for all the bruhaha about her best selling book, has quickly melted away because the reality of the matter is that her book never really sold all that much and she doesn't have near the following we thought she did when she was doing her book tour. Not when you know NewsMax bought a quarter million copies and sold them on TV for $4.95 a piece. In the shortest amount of time for any over hyped book, it's no longer on the NY Times or LA Times bestseller lists. Well. So much for Sarah.
I guess the point of this is that with all this in my head and with me watching the Chilean shit unravel and while I waited for the Tsunami to hit Waikiki, which is sort of a obesity of vowels, it started to hail in LA. Hail. Stones. In my fucking pool. And right then and there, I thought we might be experiencing The Rapture, and somehow, I might be taken up, cause I have it on good authority that the Lord his or herself will start with the failed Unitarians first. If there is any room in economy left, it'll be The Big Lebowski Facebook Fan Club next.

2010 and more

Tommy Cox died a month ago. I'm gonna write something to this cocksucker.

I'm confused. But I like it.

I'm starting to believe my worst aspects. I have invested a lot in Barack, But there is a fear in the country, and when all those that feared woke up, they saw there was a black man who was President, and all I sense is fear.

The Horror

Have you been hearing the fear? It permeates every single person who was pleased with the presiduncy of George Bush. I have met a few people who say that they think he was the finest president in their life time. You can only look at them as if they are two weeks past their medication. They are in a fear mode that I have to laugh at IF it wasn't so frightening, with the easy availability of guns and all. They are starting to call this country Obamastan. They claim we are on the precipice of the end of the Empire. The Mighty American Empire. They are losing their way of life. Their moorings. Their belief system. They are seeing the world change around them, and it's not asking their opinion. They are fearful of the velvet hammer being applied to the financial sector by the man they call Saddam Hussein Obama. And yes, dear reader, you have figured it out, they are the same conservatives I wrote about earlier. They are weenies. Scared and frightened. Attach electrodes to their eyelids and show them pictures of Abu Garib and they freak out, the needle twitches off the scale. When they find out the man under the hood is of darker skin, they calm down and demand a stronger current be applied to his genitals. There is a black man pissing in Jefferson's toilet. There is a black woman in Mary Todd Lincoln's bathtub. Don't kid yourself, don't give them luxury, this newfound conservatism has nothing to do with fiscal responsibility, nothing to do with a backlash against a democratic victory in the polls. There is a black family in Richard Nixon's White House. Crazy when you think that it was Nixon who said that one of the only reasons we should allow abortion is when the baby is half black, half white. A Barack Obama baby. Have you been hearing the fear?

The Handshake from Hell

Barack Obama had the unmittigating nerve last week to actually extend his hand to shake the hand of Hugo Chavez while in Latin America to discuss relationships/politics/money/oil/Salma Hayeks breasts. I'm not sure about the first four items, but I guarantee there was some discussion about the natural wonder of the fifth item. It's caused an uproar in the conservative sissy community, who, lately have become even more sissified. They're besides themselves, really, apoplectic in paranoid visions that the next thing that's going to befall this great land is that a woman might become president, and she might actually have 2 black parents. Obama bowed to a Saudi, Michelle touched the Queen, and now Barack shook hands with the democratically elected president of Venezula. Next, he's gonna bump fists with Hu Jintao, high five Putin, low five Medvedev, French kiss Carla Bruni and fondle the hell out of Salma Hayek. And I promise you, at the end of that week, we'll be able to do anything we want throughout the rest of the civilized world. And the oil will be for free.

Ice shlan

I have never before seen in my life- and I am not a sheltered individual - as much suicidal, blind, bleery-eyed, stumlbing and mumbling and vomiting in the streets drinking as I saw last night - well - this morning - in Reyjavik. First, most places were closed for Good Friday, so they opened at midnight. These are night people, make no mistake. If vampires come from anywhere, it's here. Then, with the tax on alcohol - which judging by the amount consumed, should be 3 times higher - it's too expensive, so they drink at home first, get fairly well oiled, then go out. The streets become like a college town, but with older people, who don't have the atheletism of a 20 year old, so there you'd think you were in the middle of a 7.0 earthquake with the amount of stumbling going on. Everybody is mostly from someplace else, but that doesn't matter, as by 5 in the morning, they really don't remember where they're from.

 This is Moordor, Middle Earth, the last angry place. It's windswept, volcanic, got its own brand of mold. The social and work schedule of an Icelander is: WORK, Monday thru Friday. They generally go home at 5pm, then on Friday night, they get together, drink a fair amount of booze until about midnight, when they go out, already fairly soused, and get freaky till dawn. In the summer, they emerge from bars to the bright sunlight at all hours of the day and night. In the winter, they start when it's dark and they finish when it's dark. After a night on the town, two competing camps of Icelanders (this is a small place, remember) go to two competing sandwhich places and chow down on the greasiest most alcohol absorbing food in the world. With fries. They're home by 7. The cleaning corps come out during the day, wash down the streets of vomit before the late sleeping not quite so heavy drinking tourists wake up. Then, on Saturday, it begins anew. Is this a great country or what?