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Man, I just don’t want to live in no ‘manana, bro’ world. That’s what we’re going to be, just another Mexico. Not doing nothing, just hanging around, catching whatever drops in your lap.
I really do have a love/hate relationship with this place. It’s cheap to live in, but that’s because there’s about as much ambition as there is in my former dog. Everybody just wants to get drunk all the time, so being an alkie stiff by nature, I’m right there with them. Problem #1.
But damn, I’d sure like to get some of this stuff finished, you know. With drawings and shit, and circuits, and marketable products. I’ve been saying it for a year now, but I have simply got to get back north, where someone will actually deliver something more than another damn excuse. This city is the excuse capital of North America.
I guess it’s really nice to live this way, and they’ve genned up a nice place to do it in. But, seriously, it just ain’t me. I ain’t asking nobody for nothing, either — I’ll pay. It makes me hope I taught my kid to be able to relax a little bit, but I’m sure I effed that up, too. Seriously, it just doesn’t pay these days to have an ounce of ambition. Why bother? I half-assed wish I could get into that mode.
Wyoming? I guess they got some people who can solder up there. How bad’s the Mexico up there?
Fuck it — drunken existential bullshit. Ignore at will.
Are you just buying a piece of paper that says you own an ounce of gold? Or do they send you a piece of gold, maybe with a nice picture stamped on it or something?
Shares and investing, sure, I understand that, I’m not a fool, and that’s fine and all, but the whole pitch from these clowns is that the world currencies are going under and trading markets are going to be in flames. If that happens, I kinda want my pieces of eight in my floor safe, not a piece of paper that says I own something.
The Obama administration said Wednesday it has suspended joint military operations with Honduras to protest a coup that forced President Manuel Zelaya into exile. The U.S. withheld stronger action in hopes of negotiating a peaceful return of the country’s elected leader.
Everybody who voted for this socialist-Marxist-communist-statist-totalitarian, stand up and take a bow.
Read closely, because this is how it’s going to be here in the United States of America, and Hussein will have air cover from all the dictators he’s propping up now, whether it’s Iran or whether it’s Venezuela, and probably both plus a few more. And the shitty goddamned press will report it as nothing more than business as usual.
Let it be noted that I expected nothing less from this shitball Chicago hack or the so-called media. I called it when he announced. We’re going to get it good and hard, and the Honduran constitution is nothing more than a test case for when he trots it out to the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. All I have hope for anymore is that there are a few who will go down fighting by my side.
Leaders from Hugo Chavez to Barack Obama called for the reinstatement of Manuel Zelaya, who was arrested in his pajamas Sunday morning by soldiers who stormed his residence and flew him into exile.
Castro is another one of the ‘leaders’ making the call against of, by, for the people.
Good company we’re keeping here these days…proud to be an American. No, really.
Soon we may not be able to. Other countries can just sit back and watch us destroy ourselves. Where will you be when the lights go out?
I really, really hope this fails, whether by one vote or 100 (fat chance of the latter.) I really like America, and what we’ve done, and what we can do…hate to see it flushed just to please The Won True Messiah.
On the affair, shit happens. I’ve seen friends go through it, they’re not happy and whimsical, they are in pain most of the time.
That said, Sanford’s ‘crime’ is dereliction of duty. He couldn’t keep his personal life from interfering with his sworn obligations. He wasn’t a fry cook who skipped a shift. He is the only man empowered to exercise certain responsibilities. You don’t get to AWOL because your life is in the trash.
I’d have less scorn for him if he had done the transfer of power to his Lt. Governor (or left a fucking number where he could be reached).
He flaked out over his personal turmoils and that’s the end of that when it comes to ever getting the keys to government responsibility again.
Believe it or not, there was a time in America when we didn’t require an electoral representative to make sure we wiped our asses completely and correctly when we got off the commode. Dereliction of duty, my ass.
That’s what’s driving me crazy in this whole deal, like South Carolina would be thrown into banana republic levels of chaos with decades of recovery standing before them, all because one frigging guy was off banging an Argentine if there was an extra-lot of rain or a hurricane or a bridge collapse* or something. I hate that’s where we are, but that’s where we are.
* Freaking Arkie Huckabee uttered those words on network news yesterday, and not a single, solitary sheep soul called him on it. I’m pretty sure that everybody would manage to make do and figure out that ambulances and fire trucks and experts were needed without the governor’s input. Jesus, I hope, anyway. Else, how am I going to get off the commode tomorrow? Why are so-called conservatives whining about not having Daddy around?
Liberty-loving people are being hacked to death in the streets of Iran by government thugs. Entire sectors of the American economy, the greatest one ever built, are being hacked to death by the duly-elected President of the United States of America, and he’s not anywhere near finished yet.
But — Farrah Fawcett is dead, Michael Jackson is dead, and a southern Republican governor has a Latina mistress problem.
You know what is important. Stick to it, Idiocracy. I plum give.
OBTW UPDATE: The loss of Farrah Fawcett is infinitely sadder than the loss of that kiddy-diddling freak. I will argue this with my daughter this weekend, I’m sure. Also, pretty sure I’ll win now that she has her own children.
Video via Chicago Boyz. By the way, II: Texas girl. Step off.
Interesting peeps at the boozer — one of my drinking buddies down here runs a local restaurant, and he rattled off this simple recipe for asparagus* that sounds good even to me:
Preheat oven to 350.
Mix equal parts red wine vinegar and oil (olive, salad).
Toss asparagus in mixture.
Arrange in baking dish.
Top with sea salt, cracked black pepper.
Put in oven for 30 minutes.
Notes: try adding some cheese on top of the asparagus at 20 minutes.
I’m gonna try this tonight, if I remember. The cheese is my idea, of course.
* Been thinking I might need more vegetables than what’s found on the Whataburger double-double. Crazy talk, I know.
From silly idea to alpha in two days, two long nights, a carton of Marlboros, two cases of beer, and dang little food. One new barebones, one new HDD, and the rest has been scavenged from other machines. There’s still a long way to go to be where I want to be, but this will do for a start.
The way my brain feels when I’m in this frenetic mode:
