Dear Wimmins

I know you’re pissed off about the “sweetie” situation.  I understand.  I am myself a person who has to constantly ask people to call me by my name: complete strangers, most of whom are probably ten years younger than me to boot, seem to feel free to call me “sweetie” or “honey.”  I know it was inappropriate, he knows it was inappropriate, and he has taken responsibility and apologized to that reporter.  Still, I get the frustration, especially for those of you who are hanging tough for Hillary.

I have been very vocal about my personal opinion of Hillary, and how she has conducted herself throughout the primary season, but I also know that were she to pull off a coup and win the nomination, even through the diabolical methods she would surely have to employ to effect such an overthrow of the pledged delegates and popular vote, even if that happened and as much as I would still revile her shitty tactics, even so - I would still fucking suck it up and vote for her in November.  And as disappointed and angry as you may be about the results of this primary season, I urge you to take pause, those of you threatening to stay home or vote for McCain.

Think about it.  Do you want to be the Ralph Nader factor in this election?  Do you want to be responsible, directly responsible, for ensuring four more years of betrayal and failed policies?  Do you want four more years of an administration willing to use fucking Adolf Hitler as a political weapon? 

I know this has been a bitterly fought nominating contest, that we’ve all become entrenched behind our candidate, and that letting go of all that is a tall order.  But for the love of god, keep your eye on the fucking ball.  

Tell Me Why

Why is ER still on t.v.?  Why?  How many more times can the ER get held up by a mad gunman with a medical emergency?  How many more times can they do the fuck-shuffle with their cast of characters?  Why does it continue?  Are YOU watching it?

Filler Up

Yeah, it’s filler day.  I got nothin.’  I’m going through one of my periodic cognitive shut-downs.  MYH keeps asking what I’m thinking about, and the sad truth is:  nothin.’   Or to be more accurate, the usual mish-mash.

I’m concerned about the situation in Myanmar, and now China.  I wonder for the nine millionth time why people are interested in Paris Hilton.  I’m trying to divert my boxing trainer’s comments about getting me some sparring matches with lots of “oh-ha-ha-ha, gotta go.”  

And that’s it for now.  

Stick That In Your Sinkhole

How about that ravenous sinkhole in Texas?  Eating all that oil-drilling equipment, my, my.

Any words, Rev. Hagee?  God’s judgement on Texas for what hidden sin?  

You Should Be Daaayaancin’

YEAH!!!  

Hm.  Somehow, the printed word does not do justice to that high harmony disco ‘yeah,’ but whatevs - how about a little thing like TWO PERCENTAGE POINTS, BABY!  Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhh!  Unh!  Uhn, uhn, unh-UNH!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank god for you, Indiana!  I am proud.  I know it was difficult, what with her waving Evan Bayh around like a pair of Carmen Electra’s drawers, but you held the line and even exceeded my expectations.  Of course I was rooting for the total overthrow, but you worked that bell, babies, and I thank you.

And what about some love for NC?  Come on, now - give it up, yo, give it up, yo, give it up, yo - HOLLA BACK, NC!!!  Nicely done.  Served that muhfucker up on the instant, yo.  Polls closed and BA-YAM!! Obama-Rama!!  

And I sincerely hope y’all have seen this previously, but if not, here is a super special treat for ya:

 

Fer Cry Eye

1.  I’m addicted to MSNBC coverage of the nomination race.  They just say the same things over and over and blabbedy-blab, but I can’t…stop…watching….aaaaagghhh…..

2.  Just turned on the oven, which was supposedly fixed, and it is still smoking.  Not as much as before, but definitely smoke.  Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk.  So, what - do I just bake my cornbread and damn the possible poisoning by unknown chemicals?  Or do I throw out perfectly fine cornbread mix, all happy and yellow and ready to bake in it’s glass pan?  I don’t like throwing out happy, yellow things, y’all.

If you don’t hear from me for awhile, you know what happened.  

Don’t Be Scared, Stand Up Straight, And Do The Right Thing

From what is gleaned in the exit polls, it would seem that the vast majority of voters that go for Hillary cite her experience as the deciding factor.  On the superficial face of it, that’s a fair call - she’s been around, in, and among the DC elite for a long time, and if you are someone who counts many years living in that rarified atmosphere as an advantage, then fine.  

But look closer, my people.  I beg of you to consider what’s going on behind the curtain, because if you would but take a moment to ponder, you might realize that for some time, the Clinton campaign has been running Karl Rove’s playbook, meaning essentially:  they are trying to scare you into acting against your own best interests.  They are feeding your fear, they are trying to bully you into preserving the status quo, and they know that fear works because it got Bush re-elected in ‘04.

Don’t let them scare you.  Consider the “experience” Bush brought into office: has it made him a better leader?  An effective leader?  Has it made him anything but a tool for the NeoCon agenda?  One might argue it has certainly made him a tool, Neocon or not.

Use your voice, put some back into it, and let them know that you are not afraid.

ROCK THE VOTE, IN AND NC!!!

 

All Over The Map

For those of you who have stopped by hoping for substantive content, who have, indeed, continued to stop by, day after day, waiting for me to post something that means something, anything (to anybody, anywhere), wishing with all your might that, yes, maybe today, this day, this Monday of the new week, of a new month, perhaps today we reach beyond the limits of our monkeymind and grasp at last the sweet ripened fruit of insight - yes, I salute you, and today is not that day.  The monkey runs free today, the result of bad dietary choices and too much coffee.

1.  Went to see “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” yesterday.  Those guys.  Those Judd Apatow guys.  I dunno - their oeuvre kind of charms me, for some reason.  Maybe because they remind me of guys I have known, grown up with - doofuses, but with a big heart.  Their movies all seem like frat boy set-ups, and then somewhere in the middle, you start to see this earnestness that is surprising in a sweet way.  Also, for maybe the first time in any movie ever, there is full frontal (and behindal) male nudity, and not a drop of female nudity (there is a brief scene with pictures of women flashing their breasts, but none that the actresses perform onscreen).  Fairly remarkable, that.  Also, the Dracula musical had me rolling, I tell you - ROLLING.

2.  I am so freaking excited about school, I can’t stand it.  And also a weensy bit scared, like my bluff has been called.  But mostly excited.  

3.  Hillary.  GAHHH!  She- gah!  And then - gah!  Fluh-gah!  GAH!!!

4.  Do people ever change?  Do they really?  Their core self, who they are - does that change?  Are humans even capable of it as a species?  I mean, just because you change your outward behavior, it does not necessarily follow that your inner substance has been altered.  You’re just holding that in check, and dealing with the externals.  The inner truth of you remains the same.  Doesn’t it?  Or does it?  Can someone’s inner truth be altered radically?

5.  I’m going to confess something here which may make you think less of me (less than you already do, and if that is a mathematical impossibility, I ask you to stop reading now):  I wish ill to those who have done me wrong.  Not generalized, catastrophic ill, nothing that would cause them to be Oprah’s Worthy Disadvantaged Person of The Week - no, no.  I don’t want to see Nate decorating a new house for them.  No, I mean that I want them to get busted for the same bad treatment that they extended to me, be fucked over by their own lousy behavior, reap the bullshit of their nastiness, hoist with their own petard.  Yep.  An ugly thought on my part, but there it is.  And the down home truth is: it’ll never happen.  I know this.  Justice is a fickle, ADD-inflicted teenager, and hoping for anything like retribution is futile, like waiting in the station for a bus that stopped running years ago.  You know?

And on that note, I’m going to boxing.

 

Supers

Why are there so many current and upcoming movies about super-hero types?  Ironman, Wanted, The Dark Knight, Hancock, Speed Racer, and another re-make of The Incredible Hulk to name a few.   I’m not complaining, I’m just wondering about the zeitgeist, you know, getting a little one-track-minded, or maybe someone hijacking the zeitgeist with these escapist fantasies, to - I don’t know - distract us from something.

And now I’m going to go soak my head in tomato soup as punishment for using the word ‘zeitgeist’ in a quasi-serious manner.

All They Want Is - Boom. A-boom-boom-boom, BOOM.

Oy, the kids, the kids and their music.  Loudly they play.  I hope for all this noise that somebody’s getting laid up there.  Enough with the prancy-mancy squirting each other with the hose and squealing in the car wash area.  Just go on and get your groove on and stop this pounding of an old lady’s head with your boom-boom music.

I wish I had not used all the vodka to de-stink my boxing gloves.