Wednesday, February 21, 2007

...And knowing is half the battle.


I guess you really can’t go home again. I’m trying not to write about every single thing that starts the wheels turning in my head, but I’m traveling for work and I’m afraid that you’re just going to have to bear with me because I’ve got some time on my hands.

Flipping through the channels I came across a movie that I haven’t seen since I was 9 or 10 years old – The Beastmaster. I’m sure that some of you remember this movie, and if you’re older than me you might remember just how astonishingly (I can’t even come up with an emphatic enough word to express my feeling on this) aweful it is. Human sacrifice, people-melting, bird worshippers, an eyeball ring and I’m pretty sure they painted a tiger black. And this doesn’t even begin to describe how terrible this movie is.

The thing is, until tonight this movie was one of the greatest parts of my childhood. Honestly, I remembered this as the coolest show I had seen. (I don't want to get into why my parents let me watch this show. And I'm not sure why it didn't give me nightmares; separate topics for another time.) Look, I’m not saying that I didn’t expect there to be some let down from the last time I saw this, but I didn’t think that we’d be approaching Anaconda levels of absurdity. Obviously I was wrong. Now I’m left questioning everything that I thought was awesome that hasn’t made an appearance in my life since before I hit middle school. I mean, was He-Man truly the greatest cartoon of all time or not? What about Fraggle Rock? Another Marc Singer classic, V, scared me to death. Now I’m left wondering whether it was truly terrifying, or terrifyingly stupid.

I think that this will be the last time I indulge my inner-child with one of these trips down memory lane. I’m just going to try to put this experience behind me and assume that everything else was just as great as I remember. Seriously, I’m not giving up G.I. Joe.

Get used to it...

Agreed and agreed. The thing is, though, we're a long way from when race, religion, sexual orientation or even gender won't be an issue. These are all topics that grasp the attention of the public. Look at the role that religion is going to play in the presidential race. And I’m not just talking about Mitt. O’bama talks about religion quite a bit and so does Hillary. McCain seems to make it a point not to talk about it as much, but his non-statements are statements, too. Then consider freaking ridiculous shows like VH1’s “White Rapper”. I can’t conceive of a more effective way to highlight race and the perceived differences between races. Race is shoved in our face every day.

Everyone who works in a company with an HR department deals with it everyday. Equal opportunity and affirmative action are everywhere. I can’t even decide whether or not these well-intentioned policies are good for minorities or not. Consider what it’s like to be given a promotion and then have a bunch of people whisper that the only reason you got it was that the HR knucklehead got to check the minority box. I can’t imagine that it’s a terribly empowering feeling. On the other hand, take college football. Approximately 3% of the 117 D1 schools have black head coaches. There is absolutely no way that you can convince me that there is a talent/qualification gap as wide as that between white and non-white head coaches. Honestly, if that’s how college football is I can’t imagine that there are similar problems in the rest of the workforce. Hence, I’m conflicted on this issue. But how can we ever put such things behind us when the U.S. government says that it is an issue?

It’s ingrained in us. I was sitting at a restaurant last night and the manager walked over, who happened to be black, to do the regular check up. And since this subject has been on my mind recently I kind of noticed what my thoughts were. I was conscious of the fact that he was black and I was on my best behavior because I really don’t want to do anything that he would be offended by or could be construed as racist. And it wasn’t that I was worried that my racist makeup was going to come out, because I don’t think that I am racist, but race was still an issue. I suspect that this has something to do with me growing up in an area that is not highly populated with black people, but that’s not the whole story. It also has to do with the fact that I can’t watch TV, listen to the radio or go to work without hearing about race.

What I’m saying here is that while I wish it wasn’t and don’t think that is should be an issue, it is. There is no way to avoid it in today's information society. It won’t be an issue an when the media stops jamming it down my throat. And that’s not going to happen as long as it’s still something that gets a ton of attention from society anytime it comes up.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Did You Hear?

As you are sure to have heard (unless you are deaf, in which case you saw) the world was rocked by a momentous event this week. What, you may ask, was this gargantuan event that rocked the nations, brought news networks to a stand still and sold more magazines and newspapers than anything in recent memory other than the 9/11 attacks? It was an event so shocking, so ground breaking that America could not get enough coverage. The event transcended the news channels and was mentioned on TV and radio channels of every format.

That's right. I knew you would know immediately.


Britney Spears shaved her head.

How pathetic is it that the ramblings of an egomaniacal, child-neglecting addict can capture the consciousness of an entire nation and possibly the world? Seriously, I want you to think back to how many times and from how many sources this news was reported to you. I personally heard it from two brothers, a sister, a cousin, and an in-law, and from every radio and TV morning show, not to mention the jokes on late night TV, and last but not least (Lord help us) the evening news. And it is not like this was a flash in the pan and then it was gone. This even happened almost a full week ago and this morning I heard a sound bite from the hairdresser who witnessed the event first hand. She spoke about it in this whispered tone, with reverence for its horror, like she saw a child shot execution style or something. I have heard the incident analyzed by a clinical psychiatrist on the Today Show, a former FBI Crisis Manager on CNN, and my own mother in our kitchen.

Everyone has a take on this. Turn around and ask your wife, co-worker, or uncle-twice-removed-on-your-mother's-side and I guarantee that they have a formed take on the current state of mind of one Britney Spears.

I can't help but ask myself why we care so much about things like this. We have moved to giving super couples nicknames and speaking about them as some collective.

Now, I know what you are thinking. You can just feel a lengthy diatribe coming on about how there is so much happening the world that is so much more important and that we should spend our time talking about important issues like third world debt, AIDS in Africa, and the war in Iraq.

I say no.

I want to use this event as an example of how useless, irrelevant and unnecessary TV News actually is.

But no, you say. CNN, FOX News, and our local affiliates keep us informed. They report what’s happening in the world and bring important issues to our attention. If we don't watch we will be out of the loop of society, and we will be harmed when some issue that we should have been aware of comes back to hurt us.

I say that concern is exactly what TV News has fed you, and you have bought it hook, line and sinker. I want to elucidate for you a few reasons why you should join me in boycotting TV news of any kind. I want you to do this because it will greatly improve you quality of life.

First, I want you to understand that almost everything you hear on TV News is a lie. Now, it is not a blatant lie. They don't tell you egregious untruths. They just edit. They leave out important pieces on one side or the other. They tie together pieces so they are the most inflammatory, and most sensational, and the most biased.

Everyone in this world has an agenda. Even the good souls giving their lives to deworm orphans in Somalia have an agenda, that agenda being perpetuating the deworming of orphans in Somalia. Granted some agendas are better than others. But the existence of one's agenda skews that person's vision of what truth is. It creates an incentive, in any argument, to only mention the evidence that supports the furthering of their agenda.

Have no illusion, the agenda of TV News is not to spread truth and justice. It is not to solve problems or bring important issues to you attention. Their agenda is to get you to watch them by any means necessary. Therefore they try to present every report as life saving or earth shattering. The truth is that some days are just filler in space time, and rarely is there anything important happening on a given day. So most of the time News Programs are filled with empty reports with useless information. And yet you watch.

Second, In order to accomplish the Agenda, most News shows are filled with sections about the so called dangers of everyday life. They tell you common items can kill you, your wife, your child. Everyday there is a new warning or a new ground breaking study that tells us what we are doing, what we are buying, what we are eating and drinking could kill us. Forget the fact that previous generations have somehow survived the onslaught of invisible dangers that lurk around us. The thought of the unknown being dangerous, even mortally dangerous, is the most effective tool TV news uses to accomplish its agenda.

So watching the news does not give you information to protect you from dangers. Instead it makes you afraid of things that are very unlikely to happen to you. It cripples your ability to stratify risks in your life.

There are many other reasons to avoid the intellectual vomitus that is expelled into the airways every day. I could regale you with stories and instances, but instead I issue this challenge. Next time you spend any time watching this news, take a moment and reflect if you learned anything you would consider significant.

For those that are keeping score at home, Britney's hair, the true father of Anna Nicole's baby, and how your eyeliner could kill you don't count as significant. But I guess it depends on whom you ask. These events together probably took a collective 12 years off of Ryan Seacrest’s life (not really, just a joke. Everyone knows his deal with Satan gives him immortality, not to mention a new Buick every year for his assistant. Ryan fought hard for that one, but I digress. You have to admit that those picture just look right together)

Plus, after all, getting you to skip the news will give you a few minutes every day for you to help accomplish my agenda, to read and further distribute this blog. (Insert evil maniacal laugh here).

However, this is a free thinking blog, so if you prefer you daily serving of illogical fear… no sorry I can’t justify it for you. Just surrender to the despair. The News won’t care. Just as long as you watch. There is plenty of despair to go around.

Tell your cardiologist I at least tried.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Get black to where you once belonged

Yes, that was clever...you like that? Ok so here goes on that whole Barak Obama isn't black enough jazz. The lady that Stephen Colbert had on was a quack. She seemed convinced that Barak Obama wasn't black because he's not a descendant of west African slaves. That must mean that the only people who can claim to be black are the descendants then, not the originals. So we have to deduce that Africans are not what we would call black since they are not descendants of slaves (unless you live in Liberia, you might be). If Africans aren't black, then how can descendants of Africans therefore be black? Or how can they claim to be blacker than Africans or blacker than Barak Obama. Yeah their ancestors were slaves but so were mine, just not as recent. (think Israelites, people. We built those damn pyramids...all the live-long day) So why can't my whiteness and Christianity be a qualifier for checking the "oppressed" box? Why can't I claim to be whiter than Germans, English, Dutch, or Canadians? We all know Canadians are the whitest you can get, but you don't see them going around blabbing about how white they are and how un-white other people are.

I think that, so far, Obama has given nothing to fuel opposition to him. He is, dare I say, lily-white in his past. And where he hasn't been, he has been forthcoming with any and all details about smoking pot, snorting coke, and his current vice, smoking. There is nothing to reveal. So now the Republican machine has come up with "He's not really a black man!" Well, whoop-de-sh$%. He's black enough to look like a black man, and that's all there needs to be. Oh, and he stole Ross Perot's ears and attached them to his own head. Is that a crime? Taking Ross Perot's ears is fine, as long as you had to kill him to get 'em.

Finally...

Y. football tickets to cost more

By Jeff Call
Deseret Morning News
PROVO — Originally built in 1964 and in dire need of improvements to its infrastructure, LaVell Edwards Stadium is undergoing a major, five-year renovation project.
And BYU is asking its football fans to help foot the bill.

http://www.deseretnews.com/dn/view/0,1249,660196068,00.html

Finally my tithing money can be spent on stuff other than your piece of crap football team.
John Amaechi Comes Out As Former NBA Player

The Onion

John Amaechi Comes Out As Former NBA Player

STOCKPORT, ENGLAND—British homosexual John Amaechi sent shockwaves throughout the sporting world last week when he announced, much to the surprise of his family and friends—in addition to NBA players and fans—that he lived a...

Thursday, February 15, 2007

You can't say that

I sure many of you have heard that John Amaechi, former Jazz player, has recently revealed to the world that he is in fact gay. It apparently came as no surprise to his teammates, (though it did seem to surprise Jerry Sloan in how accurate some of the slurs he threw at Amaechi really were). The fact that John Amaechi is gay doesn't bother me at all. I have known a few gay people in my short time on this earth and they tend be like any one else. Some are cool, some are jerks, and some fall somewhere in between. Religiously I think it is wrong, just as wrong as two heterosexual people getting it on out of the bonds of marriage. Premarital sex is premarital sex. But there are some things about this that bother me.

First, why does it have to be such a circus? I don't really care that Amaechi is gay. Lots of people are gay, but they don't feel the need to spread it around the world and hold a press conference about it. Let us not forget that for all the things that Jon Amaechi is, he was a crappy basketball player (by NBA standards at least. I am sure he can take me). He was also lazy, which was why Sloan hated him so much and why they ran him out of that organization on a rail. You could put Gandhi on the Jazz, and if he was lazy on D, Sloan would still call him a f*gg%t.

But now the whole world pushes cameras in his face so he can tell his story, because it must have been so hard for him to live in that world and prefer the company of men. Does the NBA have exclusive rights to bigotry? No one else gets hassled at their job for their lifestyle? I would think that this would be the gay man’s dream. I mean how many of us heterosexuals get to hang out in a place where a whole bunch of girls get naked and take showers together? I try to maintain a certain chastity of my thoughts, but given the opportunity to hang out in such a place may make impossible for my brain to overtake the pull of my hormones. Amechi talks about it like he was living in prison, but according to his book, Greg Ostertag knew he was gay (Amechi apparently told him after a practive when Tag flat out asked him if he was gay), as did AK47, who invited him to his Christmas party and told him to bring his "partner or whoever you want to bring." So if your whole teams knows, and they are for the most part cool with it, then how are you living in a prison there Johnny Boy?

Second, why is there all the hubbub about Tim Hardaway. Hardaway said on the air that he "hates gays."

"I don't like gay people and I don't like to be around gay people. I am homophobic. I don't like it. It shouldn't be in the world or in the United States."

And of course since there is nothing going on right now in the world of sports suddenly this is big news. Now, I think it is clear to say that there are smarter ways to go about saying what you think, but this is a perfect example of something that drives me insane. Let me just say that I am deeply disappointed in Tim Hardaway.

Hardaway was asked a question, and like a fool he did something we didn't expect. He told the truth, and he told it explicitly. Suddenly, the world is on fire. I just watched a clip on ESPN.com of a cameraman and reporter on his Hardaway's driveway peppering him with questions and demanding an apology. And then he did the thing that I think is most disappointing in this whole ordeal.

Hardaway apologized.

Keep in mind that Hardaway is independently wealthy. Even if he never got another endorsement he could live his life in comfort and never suffer for what he said, except from the grief he might get from Joe Blow when he goes out on the town. So there is no economic reason to retract his statement. He caved from pure peer pressure.

This is something that really bothers me about America. Tim Hardaway hates gays. I am neither surprised nor shocked. Lots of people hate homosexuals. Lots of people hate Christians or Muslims or Hare Krishna as well. Name any group, religion, or mode of thought and there is somebody who hates it. I hate Communists. I hate Sean Hannity. I hate HATE Micheal Jordan. I hate the Yankees with an undying passion. I could go on and on.

But even though there are diverse, passionate people in America who have strong beliefs about one thing or another, we can never talk about it in the open. It is always in whispers behind closed doors to close friends. You have heard this. It’s always prefaced with some statement like "Now, I am not a racist, but..." and then they go on to tell you how they hate all Hispanics and are pissed they won't learn English.

There is no real free speech in America. Mind you, no one will throw you in jail for saying you hate Homosexuals, but they will camp out in front of your house and try to embarrass you in front of every Tom, Dick, and Janice with Direct TV.

In the 1930s George Orwell wrote 1984, a book about a nightmarish fascist society where the government monitors citizens at every turn and kills and tortures those who dare even think against the state. At the end of that book, Orwell wrote a rather lengthy aside about how his imaginary government would go about taking words out of the English language that would incite any emotion. Orwell insinuates that if speech could not contain passion (good or bad passion) then no group of people could ever be incited to rebel. There could be no revolution because no leader could ever move people to break out of bondage. There would be no concept of freedom or bondage, because there would be no words to express pain, fear, rage, or peace. We can all thank God that such a regime never can about, but I feel like there are thought police today. There are all sorts of things "you just can't say," in America today. You can hate the president (in fact it is cool to hate the president), but you can't hate homosexuals. You can hate religion, but you can't hate religious people. You can hate hicks (ah poor white trash. It’s the last thing that TV can still make fun of without repercussion). You can't hate a race. I am not even sure who sets the rules of what is fair game for slander and hate, and what should be holy and protected, but somehow we all know what those things are.

You may hate Homosexuals, you may not. I am sure you have things that you hate. However, you cannot, and should not, gag those who disagree with you. I don't care if you think Tim Hardaway is wrong when he says he hates gays (though tomorrow in a press conference Hardaway will cave and try to convince you he doesn't). You solve nothing by gagging him. Preventing him from speaking, or shaming him for speaking does not take away his hate. All it does is bottle it up, so it can come out later in an outburst.

But, if you let the homophobes, racists, bigots and speak their thoughts, then suddenly there is a dialogue. Suddenly, if you listen to them, no matter how wrong you think they are, those thoughts are out there. They leave the back room and we face them as a society. And maybe... just maybe if you listen to them, they will listen to you. Gagging them will never change their mind.

But talking, honestly talking, once in a while just might.

After all, they have to listen to you. They are free, you are just the tool holding the microphone, letting someone speak because you won't. You won't speak because you are afraid, because Big Brother is Watching You.

I Hate Waiting...

Goodness knows, I have no problem pointing out things that I see as problems or mocking something just for the sake of mocking, but today I'd like to go in a little different direction. Here's the deal: everyone knows that the doctor's office is a total mess. You get there and have to sit in the waiting room for about 30 minutes. Then you go in to the back where the Physician's Assistant or some equally unhelpful person puts you through your third prescreening, albeit a little more detailed than the ones you did on the phone when you scheduled or at the front desk when you arrived. The waiting room gets a bad rap, but it's usually about 10 times better than what's waiting for you in the back. At least there are some old People magazines or, if you're lucky, a TV tuned to some cartoons or something up front. When you get to the back you got nothin'. So you get to the back and after the prescreen you're hosed. It's going to be at least 15 minutes, but you probably want to plan on 30 to 45. And it's not like you could remember to bring anything to read from the front because you're in a whirlwind of excitement and relief, a type of euphoria really, at being called back in the first place. And working up the courage to walk back to the front and grab the beat up old Time magazine you were reading takes a ton of courage. I don't know why that is, but they have some kind of control over you there - as is evidenced by the fact that you'll sit there in your skivvies the whole time you're in the back if they tell you to. So you have to sit there searching for anything to occupy your mind. Honestly, I have read so many posters about sleep apnea that I could recite every symptom associated with the condition. I've read about numerous birth control methods and countless pamphlets on abuse. And when you're in the back you'll read them several times over because they just don't take that much time. Even with the multiple readings of whatever material you can find you are still going to have a ton of time to kill.

Well, I have a solution. And I can break it down with two little letters: T and V. You put a little TV back there and I'm going to be in a much better mood for the doc. Especially if they give me satelite and a remote. And don't act like it costs too much. They give me every procedure they can think of while I'm there. If I go in for stitches I come out with stitches and blood pressure medicine. The dentist is king of that stuff. Panoramic x-rays every 3 years no matter what. (I should disclose that I am an anti-dentite. Only on a collective basis, of course, and not an individual one.) My point is, they've got the money. Don't tell me your overhead costs are that high because I would swear on the Bible that I've never met a receptionist at any medical office who seemed like they had graduated from high school. Not only would I be happier while I was there, I wouldn't mind scheduling a follow-up nearly as much. As it is, I have to cut out three hours for a miserable experience to go to the doctor. If I knew that I was going to get to watch a stretch of uninterupted TV I would be much more inclined to sign up to the follow-up.

Think about it Nate. (Not that you're going to be any help as a you-will-go-to-sleep-or-I-will-put-you-to-sleep doctor, but maybe you can pass it on to your buddies.)

Monday, February 12, 2007

He is not really white, he is more pink...


I don't know how many of you out there are fans of the Colbert Report, but if you don't watch it you should. There are very few sources of good political satire, and the Colbert Report is the best there is out there right now, much better and more biting than the Daily Show. Of course, they are looking for guests for these types of show that are easily mockable, but there was a guest on there yesterday that made me more angry that anyone has in a long time.

Unless you live in a hole, you are likely know aware that the Democratic Party recently decided that they might not want to nominate a corpse to run for president in the next election as they have in the last couple of years, and the result has been the rise of Barak Obama. Obama is definately the most charismatic Demo to be set up for president since Dirty Bill. He knows how to talk to the common man and he is definitely motivated. He seems to have clear views on many of the major issues and says what he thinks, though I am sure this will change as the election goes on. But the one thing that every news service is going crazy about is not that Senator Obama is smart, motivated, charismatic, or strong. They want to talk about the amount of melanin in his skin. That's right, Barak is black.



Or is he? The guest on the Colbert Report tonight was adamant about that fact that Senator Obama was not really black. You see, his father was born in Kenya, and his mother was white, so he is not the descendent of a West African brought to America in the slave trade. So he is really African American, but he does not represent those whose ancestors were brought to here against their will. She says he does not represent Black America. Barak Obama is not black enough.

For the two weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, you could not surf through three channels without hearing what an achievement it was for American Society that two black coaches were in the Super Bowl. It was to long coming they said, but this was a show of how far American has come in race relations. This story was repeated every day, and I remember seeing a video collage on Sports Center with prominent black athletes re-iterating this fact over and over.

How does this racial awareness combat racism? Why should more be made of the fact that Senator Obama, Tony Dungy, and Lovie Smith have more melanin in their skin than I do? And how many levels of blackness, whiteness or any other color does there have to be. Tony Dungy appears to have less melanin in his skin than Lovie Smith. Does that mean Tony Dungy is less black and more white? What does that even mean?

If we really had surpassed racism, then there would be no mention fo race at all. We would refer to people by their name, their personality traits, and their accomplishments. Because there are few generalizations that really work anymore. Our world is to connected and our personalities to diverse to generalize people anymore. Cultures are homogenizing, and because of that we should just be people, and not defined, as Dr. King said years ago, not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

But there is no way to know if my insight into this issue is clear enough. After all I am a white guy who grew up in the suburbs in an upper middle class home. Plus I am male, so that makes me even less trustworthy. But my ancestors hail from Scotland, England, Norway, and Iceland. That is awful mixed. They ranged from serfs to an English King. So in order to take my word for it, you have to ask yourself, “Is he white enough?”

Thursday, February 8, 2007

A Perfectly Disasterous Beginning


Ah the absurdity of the world we live in. I am currently sitting in the least comfortable seat imaginable surrounded by the nauseating neo-modern decor that tells you you are currently in the Denver airport. I am flying back from Los Angeles after having wasted a thousand dollars to pretend treat people who are pretending to be sick and getting paid for. A sort of medical whore if you will. But that is a story for another post and another day.

Now mind you it is a nice clear day in both Denver and LA today and that there should be no hindrance to airline flight whatsoever. I arrived to the airport an hour early, which turned out to be two hours early when I arrived to find my flight delayed.

Now, why would it be that if I want to change my flight by 2 minutes that it costs me an arm. leg and possibly a testicle, but when the airline changes the flight they are all "Shucks that’s to bad," with that perky flight attendant face? You know what I am talking about. The smile is oversized and looks like it is formed in plaster, and the eyes have a glint behind then that says "I could have you killed you know. I know who the Air Marshall is on your flight."

Jen and I took a flight to New Orleans a few weeks ago. While we are the on the Nonstop flight that stops twice, they inform us that they are adding yet another stop to our Nonstop flight. Mind you there was no word of apology, just the perky, passive-aggressive politeness that is the weapon of the airline industry.

Now I ask you to consider, what is the true difference between an airline flight and a hostage situation/kidnapping? Most of the time you are held against your will with no control over your own destiny. They dictate the terms of the relationship to you and promise punishment if you disobey. Like if I really have to pee, and I get up when the fasten seatbelt sign is on they can arrest e when we hit the ground.

Not only that, but they kidnap your luggage and hold it for ransom. Sometimes things even go wrong with the transfer and they lose your luggage as collateral damage and give you the "I am sorry sir, but we seem to have misplaced your bag hehe."

They hold your time hostage too. Its a little delay, a slight inconvenience, moderately late, some turbulence etc. Its hard to do but I broke some of the code I think. A slight delay means "I am going to take my sweet ass time taking a circuitous tour of the tarmac while you sit in your cramped seat with the sweaty fat-roll of the person next to you sliming your arm. If you are good. I might turn on the air conditioning in the cabin." It's a difficult code to break but I am making progress. Like today I found out that "We don't expect any problems with connecting flights," really means, "I hope you like wasting a few more hours of your short life have your spine dislocated by the twisted mounds of plastic and metal that we call lounge chairs."

My connecting flight was scheduled to leave at 2:40. My feet hit the putrid Denver blue-gray carpet at 2:38. I ran to the gate to find that my plane had left at exactly 2:39. They could not hold the flight for me for a mere 60 SECONDS. They directed me to the Customer "Service" desk who informed me that I would be staying the night in Denver, which elicited an absolute eruption directed at the octogenarian with the creepy smile behind the counter. After I calmed down she found me a flight a seat on a later flight, but I am still stuck in this suburban hellhole for a few hours.

Look, I am not asking for much. I mean a ticket is a reservation after all (a loosely interpreted word that I will attack in a another installment of this). All I want is for them to drop the pretense. Airlines companies are not my friend, they are an enemy who tries to pacify me with smile and frequent flier miles. So why show me the friendly smile and the fake concilitude. From now on when a problem occurs I Just want to hear

"You are stuck in Denver for the night. You got a problem with that Jackass? Huh? Then talk to the 250 pound ex Navy Seal in the back room. He can punch your ticket... with your own incisors AFTER HE YANKS THEM OUT YOUR MANDIBLE WITH GARDEN SHEARS."

At least that would be honest

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

An opening Salvo

In a recent discussion with a friend (who will remain nameless for no other reason than to create a little mystery), it became clear to me that I and the few friends that I have have no forum in which to fight. I mean, we all have our positions on one thing or another. And we all have things about our jobs, our life, and the world in general that drive us to the point that we want to yank the wheel into oncoming traffic.

That time has come to and end. See what you don't realize is, almost everone is as angry as you are. So its time to let it all out.
This blog is being put up specifically for that purpose.

I am going to put various rants, raves, and incoherent drivel on this site on a fairly regualr basis. Trust me, I have lots of material. But what I want to do is make this a place where we all put up stuff we believe, we are angry about, or things we think need to change. Our your good ideas, interesting insights, and clever on liners do the world no good locked in your skull. Its time to write them down. Take stand and mock something that will piss someone off.

Those who frequent the site or ask for the right will be givine posting priviledges. Its my hope that we can spread to this to enough people that I don't know half the posters. So it spread it around.