Sticks and fucking stones!!!

Timing, they say, is everything.
On Friday afternoon, I took a brief break from work to walk around the block – something I do to break the excruciating monotony and boredom in lieu of smokin

As I walked, I came up behind two black girls in their late teens/early twenties, moseying down the street. Naturally, I eavesdropped. They were going on and on, each outdoing the other with how they told so and so off for not respecting them. Each story was replete with new levels of threats and hostility because someone hadn’t shown them the respect they were certain they were due. Their English was street (Ebonics IS still considered a racist term isn’t it?)
I began to tense up a bit as I thought about interrupting their conversation to offer them some enlightenment about the English language.
Respect, I wanted to offer them, is something that is earned. It is not something that you are due simply by existing. Cockroaches after all, have existed far longer than humans have.
It is especially NOT something that is due simply because you can out-inconvenience productive citizens and cost society more than someone else does. The stunned looks that I imagined would cross their respective faces at such startling news made me smile. Having suffered several weeks of futility at work made me think better of suffering it there as well, so I just walked around them and returned to the office.
After work, and several drinks to lubricate my Friday night, I went home, and read a headline on-line:
“Court rules that flipping someone off, ISNT grounds for being murdered!”

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/07/10/BACA18MI8S.DTL&tsp=1


GEEEEE -----YA FUCKIN THINK????!!!!!!

As the dregs of society continue to lower the bar on civilization, I find myself increasingly willing to join the ranks of the ‘intolerant’. Would it really be so bad to finally acknowledge that some animals simply don’t want to be part of society? That they have no interest in upholding their end of the social contract? And that removing them from society really is best for everyone – themselves included? Aren’t there plenty of islands and open deserts that these animals would prefer roaming – free of a society asking a modicum of human decency from them?
Who knows, maybe in 300-400 years, they might even learn to put a shrimp on the barbie and come to learn about hospitality?

And I dreamed I was dying

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it's all right, it's all right
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was crying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

cuz sometimes, others say it better than me.

yeah...sometimes

We're the best kind of sneetches on the beaches

It is a sad comment when our own brothers and sisters are so weakened and feeble, that they require Prop 8 stands. And with it stands the pernicious Star-bellied sneech.
the simplest of distinctions elevate them above all others – a star on the belly – in a word – marriage.
It is far and away the universal sentiment here and around the world, that gays should have all the rights of straights – save one – the word marriage.
This word, this mystical magical word, somehow bestows upon those who seek and adopt it, superiority over their fellow man.
Whether the old spinster who never married, or the eccentric uncle who never married. Somehow, their lives simply can NOT be complete or fulfilled, as they have never known the holy bonds of matrimony.
And to ensure that those for whom you must be superior to, remain beneath you; ban their right to even approach those bonds of matrimony. Ensure that they never know the fulfillment and bliss you do. Be better than them.
“It’s only a word” so many like to say. And so if it is only a word, one has to ask, why so protective of it? Why do you place the value and fulfillment of your life with it so ahead of any life without it? Why, if it’s only a word, do you not allow others to use it? Dose denying them the use of this word somehow make you better than them? Does it somehow artificially support the inequality you require to make your own life worth living?
There is, in the country in which I was born and raised, a tenet on which we were all raised:
“All men are created equal”
This tenet was enumerated in the law of our land, ensuring that all are equal under the law.
It is a tenet that has fought its way through the millennia and the existence of man.
It is a tenet that will not only endure – it will prevail.
And so, I urge all you sneeches – find another star. The one on your belly has faded. It no longer separates you from your equals. If you want to stand out, do something to earn that distinction. Because the more you seek to use a simple word to proclaim your superiority, the more your inferiority shines through.

Orange ya glad stupidity still breeds bigotry?

This one’s so delicious it just HAS to be fattening.
Carrie Prejean, Miss California, and the unfortunate bridesmaid in the Miss USA pageant is about to be dethroned for contract violations. It seems her noteriety for believing queers to be 2nd class citizens has won her numerous appearances, one in a commercial, for various hatemongering organizations who have somehow forgotten the words of the savior they continue to crucify every time they open their hateful mouths.
And such appearances are a no no.
As if that werent enough, it seems she posed topless at 17.
Another no no that Vanessa Williams indulged to make Bob Guccione very very rich.
When asked to comment on her contract violations, the uber brainiac that does blondes proud the world around, replied, “I don’t know because I don’t really know what was in the contract”.
Lovely. A role model for young women everywhere. Sign a contract without knowing what it says.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest she probably doesn’t really know what her bible says either. Or what her Christ taught. I’m willing to bet she’s never even cracked the book.
Isn't there something in there somewhere about lying and cheating? Or is that ok as long as it’s in the name of hatred and oppression?

Thoughts under the inluence of ecstasy

Ravel’s Bolero –
As if it wasn’t a fine enough piece of music on its own, Bo Derek catapulted it into the halls of imortality by turning Dudley Moore on to a ‘great fuck’ piece.

Poor Bo. Disadvantaged not only by the sands of time, but the sans of brains, had no way of knowing that Madonna’s ‘La Isla Bonita’, a fictional island of lust and paradise would reign supreme as the rhythm of the sheets. A song I’ve been known to interruptus coitus to reset the needle – yes that was pre-mp3..
Among the other works that incite passion – whether carnal or cerebral – are:
One Night in Bankok – “I get my kicks above the waistline sunshine”
The Pretender – so many options here, but among the best “and when the morning sun comes streaming in, I’ll get up and do it again…”
Rock me on the Water – “oh people, look around you, the signs are all around you. You’ve left it for somebody other than you to be the one who cares…”
Before the Deluge – “Some of them knew pleasure, and some of them knew pain, and for some of them it was only the moment that mattered..and on the brave and crazy wings of youth they went flying around in the rain…and their feathers once so fine grew torn and tattered. In the end they traded their wings, for the resignation that living brings..”
Puff the Magic Dragon – really…do I need to quote this one????
I’m not ready to make nice – (dixie chicks) “It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over”… wow.. the last 8 years.. wow….

Wanna take a ride???

Wow.. sometimes it takes a while for things to really gel.. well, different people gel differently than others.. shuh..viva le difference!!

So anyhooo.. …for some reason, ‘thunder road’ has been insisting itself on me. And afterall, who am I to not be insisted on???
“poor man wanna be rich rich man wanna be king and a king aint satisfied til he owns everygthing...”

It’s really a simple understanding between two organic creatures. Eat or be eaten. Rule or be ruled.

And really, stop bitching about your role, and where in the heiarchy you might find you and yours.

Is there a liberal out there who wouldn’t become stingy when sitting atop Midas’ gold?

Is there really a conservative out there that wouldn’t demand that welfare is God’s ‘way’ if / when he’s down on his luck (or knees?)

So, we know, we are what we are.

Higher angels and darker demons notwithstanding, really honesty is the final salvation. It really is, at the end of the day, all that Jesus Christ preached. Just be honest. The antithesis of the Hebrew culture from which he sprang.

And we are biological creatures struggling to survive. And hopefully evolve.

On the basest level, we evolove with an extra thumb.
On the highest level, we evolve to equlality, compassion, ….humanity.

But, it is the nature of evolution that the old try to preserve itself, while the new inveitably kicks it to the dustbin of Dubai’s future revenue stream.

And it’s all good.

And it’s what rolls us all out of bed every morning .. some of us before the cock crows (apparently we set the terms of our consciousness, not a clock or cock – yes - I could indeed go on for sometime on THAT tangent, but that’s yet another rant -)

In the final analysis, please, spare us all your angst and agony…the world is what it is…a dirty motherfucker.
Our place in it is ensured once we realize that.
Our contribution to making it less painful…for ourselves first and others second…is contingent upon realizing that and figuring out how to get a little less dirt on us, and how best to get it off once we do - and we always do – we always will.

Realize that everyone is going to vote for the same homely bitch as homecoming queen. Be one of those who counts the vote and change it all.

Isnt Diebold a wholly owned subsidiary of Hadden Industries???

With my last breath, I stab at thee..

(04-08) 18:19 PDT Waco, Texas (AP) --

A man was stabbed after causing a stink — literally — in a motel room while eating with a friend, police said. Five men from the Houston area were sharing a Waco motel room Tuesday night, and two were inside the room eating when one had a flatulence problem, Waco police Officer Steve Anderson said. One man was so upset about the gas that he threw a large knife at him, cutting his leg, and then stabbed him in the chest, Anderson said.

The 35-year-old man was transported to a Waco hospital, where he was treated for what appeared to be non-life threatening injuries, Anderson said.

Jose Braule Ramirez, 33, of Houston, was charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, police said. He was arraigned Wednesday and was being held in the McLennan County Jail on $15,000 bond and placed on an immigration hold, according to jail records. He cannot be released, even if he posts bond, until authorities verify he is in the country legally.

A jail spokeswoman who declined to give her name said she was not allowed to release information on whether Ramirez had an attorney.

Husbands, beware!