Friday, September 30, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
...on coverage
or on failure to cover failure
now the bastard isn't always in the business of gloating about failure but he is interested in the lack of coverage of it sometimes. i gave up watching o'reilly because he's just become tiresome for me to listen to. it was jading my opinion on things. dad always said from his copy of the sunday times that you need to look at all points of view and the bastard does. it's how i come to the conclusions i do.
anyway, when air america first came on the air the bastard was glad that there was a liberal station coming out on the air to make sure that there was something the go up against the "big right wing conspiracy on the radio". now the bastard used to listen to a lot of talk radio and when abc/disney bought the one liberal station on the dial and turned it into espn radio, the bastard was bummed. i enjoyed toggling between the right wing drivetime guy and the left wing one. "clinton is a bastard/clinton is a saint". "he cheated on his wife./so what, everybody does it". it was a laugh riot for me stuck in traffic. also, it gave me insight into both points of view. now air america has taken that spot and now i know why the old liberal station was bought. not enough people want to hear it, and the MSM isn't covering this.
ok quick theory: fox news channel does better in the ratings than any other cable news station. why is this? well one would have you believe that it's because the folks in red states are too damn stupid, fuh fuh fuh. i disagree. besides it would be too convenient an answer if everyone was brain dead. this kind of runs into that weird anomaly of how george bush is both an idiot and a machiavellian genius depending on what suits said pundit's modus operandi. you see. if we go with the bernie goldberg theory of media bias(and to be fair, opinions vary on this), we can argue that if say, 50 percent of the country is liberal leaning and 50 percent of the country is conservative, and you have cbs, nbc, abc, cnn, msnbc, al gore's new channel, cnbc, cspan(let's be fair they just regurgitate footage) as liberally biased or perceived liberally biased news channels. then you have fox news channel as your one perceived right leaning news station. now that would lead 50 percent of the nation to watch one news station and you have 50 percent of the nation watching the other channels. not to mention the segment of the population that is more interested in watching survivor or american idol instead of current events. so do the math, more choices give fragmented viewership.
which brings the bastard back to air america. why is it failing? o'reilly is on one station, limbaugh is on another, i think that there might be one other right leaning station and then there's air america. the same logic should take hold shouldn't it. or maybe it might be that the left leaning 50 percent of this nation is more interested in music and the other 50 are listening to the radio free neo-con. i don't know. maybe their failing is based on how "stupid" the rest of the country is being told they are by a cantankerous fuck like al franken. i don't really know and i don't really care. the bastard could continue hashing out stuff about how maybe there is some salt in the notion that the rest of the country is fed up with liberal bias but the bastard doesn't really believe that. i think the country is as divied as the media says we are and there are just that few outlets for one spectrum and a shitload for the other. why else wouldn't they be covering air america's demise just simply as a media story? i think there would be some coverage if fox news went south but now the bastard is trying to goad his more liberal sibling into a fight. take the bait shiteyes...go on...take it.
—the bastard
now the bastard isn't always in the business of gloating about failure but he is interested in the lack of coverage of it sometimes. i gave up watching o'reilly because he's just become tiresome for me to listen to. it was jading my opinion on things. dad always said from his copy of the sunday times that you need to look at all points of view and the bastard does. it's how i come to the conclusions i do.
anyway, when air america first came on the air the bastard was glad that there was a liberal station coming out on the air to make sure that there was something the go up against the "big right wing conspiracy on the radio". now the bastard used to listen to a lot of talk radio and when abc/disney bought the one liberal station on the dial and turned it into espn radio, the bastard was bummed. i enjoyed toggling between the right wing drivetime guy and the left wing one. "clinton is a bastard/clinton is a saint". "he cheated on his wife./so what, everybody does it". it was a laugh riot for me stuck in traffic. also, it gave me insight into both points of view. now air america has taken that spot and now i know why the old liberal station was bought. not enough people want to hear it, and the MSM isn't covering this.
ok quick theory: fox news channel does better in the ratings than any other cable news station. why is this? well one would have you believe that it's because the folks in red states are too damn stupid, fuh fuh fuh. i disagree. besides it would be too convenient an answer if everyone was brain dead. this kind of runs into that weird anomaly of how george bush is both an idiot and a machiavellian genius depending on what suits said pundit's modus operandi. you see. if we go with the bernie goldberg theory of media bias(and to be fair, opinions vary on this), we can argue that if say, 50 percent of the country is liberal leaning and 50 percent of the country is conservative, and you have cbs, nbc, abc, cnn, msnbc, al gore's new channel, cnbc, cspan(let's be fair they just regurgitate footage) as liberally biased or perceived liberally biased news channels. then you have fox news channel as your one perceived right leaning news station. now that would lead 50 percent of the nation to watch one news station and you have 50 percent of the nation watching the other channels. not to mention the segment of the population that is more interested in watching survivor or american idol instead of current events. so do the math, more choices give fragmented viewership.
which brings the bastard back to air america. why is it failing? o'reilly is on one station, limbaugh is on another, i think that there might be one other right leaning station and then there's air america. the same logic should take hold shouldn't it. or maybe it might be that the left leaning 50 percent of this nation is more interested in music and the other 50 are listening to the radio free neo-con. i don't know. maybe their failing is based on how "stupid" the rest of the country is being told they are by a cantankerous fuck like al franken. i don't really know and i don't really care. the bastard could continue hashing out stuff about how maybe there is some salt in the notion that the rest of the country is fed up with liberal bias but the bastard doesn't really believe that. i think the country is as divied as the media says we are and there are just that few outlets for one spectrum and a shitload for the other. why else wouldn't they be covering air america's demise just simply as a media story? i think there would be some coverage if fox news went south but now the bastard is trying to goad his more liberal sibling into a fight. take the bait shiteyes...go on...take it.
—the bastard
...on damn irony
okay, we have fresh tarmac down, but no noise from the restaurant. the damn noisy cadillac has been parked down there for an hour or two and it's a beautiful night. the restaurant closed 10 minutes early.
here's the funny part. i can't sleep. the bastard feels tired, he knows it's late but i just can't seem to fall asleep. stupid irony, be less ironic.
—the bastard
here's the funny part. i can't sleep. the bastard feels tired, he knows it's late but i just can't seem to fall asleep. stupid irony, be less ironic.
—the bastard
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
remember remember the fifth of november
i just finished reading alan moore's "v for vendetta" and i was pretty blown away. one thing i came away with however is that after reading two of his works back to back (the bastard read watchmen last month) is that moore tends to obsess on fascist enemies that usually are the state itself. turns out that rob of the mano izquierda tells me that alan moore wrote these two books while thatcher was prime minister of england and the bastard has found that anyone who was liberal while thatcher was PM hates her with a hot heat. i wasn't there, i just remember that she gave argentina a good ass whooping in the 80's and iron maiden named their band after her.anyway, the bastard got concerned halfway through the book. quite like "hitchhikers guide to the galaxy", it is something that needs to be true to the written work to be good, but, it's complicated to get that on a screen and make it popular. hopefully it will as good as hitchhiker was but, i don't think it will resonate with the red states. oh well, it was still good reading. i just hope to god that they never option the invisibles or transmetropolitan because they will be awful films.
—the bastard
Monday, September 26, 2005
...on being sick of it
ok, nothing gets the bastard's ire up more than spending an hour revealing something about his life and then 5 minutes later finding that a comment was left by a robot telling me "how great my blog is and here is where you can go for debt relief". look, make nio mistake, the bastard is having a hard time of it these days and i could use all of rthe encouragement i can get but it really tkaes away form the the whole experience for me when some shithead programmer comes up and uses a script to hit every blog from here to kingdom come (man i hated that band) to sell their useless wares. so from here on in, comments require word verification. sorry dub, one extra step is required to put in your two cents.
—the bastard
—the bastard
...on taking that back
...or on taking joy in something
you know, it just figures that you want to spend a crappy monday feeling crappy about yourself and just having a big ol pity party when something this good comes along to remind me of what i take joy in. you see, it wasn't too long ago when the nice lady asked the bastard if he takes joy in anything anymore and for that matter, have i ever. truth to tell is i do. my problem is that the bastard takes himself way too seriously to the point of detriment. my friends outside of the office tend to find me humorless sometimes and i look like i'm having an awful time even if i am not. next time you're at a party and you see the cranky looking bald guy in the corner dropping gin like it's tap water smack him in the head and say, "lighten up ya bastard". that said, let's start with a history lesson.
before the bastard was a cynical graphic designer on a collision course with disaster, the bastard was a cynical art student on a collision course with disaster. i focused on painting, i was pretty decent at it. it made me happy then and i think taking it back up may be the catalist for bringing the bastard around again. i missed the boat on sculpture due to the fact that my sculpture teacher opted to lecture us on sexual politics rather than how to use the medium. the fact that connor (that's her name) did installations which at that point was foreign to me didn't help either. you see the bastard went into art school thinking that painting was to be done in the style of the renaissance and sculpture was an object you made from the medium not a room as the object so i got a bad start on sculpture. apparently, the poet from hotlanta whom i took the class with refreshed my memory with a story of my adventures in sculpture which is a testament to my crap memory. it goes like this.
one day connor was lecturing the class about the evils of the patriarch and how awful men are and gave us all a handout from sexual personae by camille paglia, and the bastard was sitting next to the poet from hotlanta and i raised my hand during the class. connor said, "yes, what is your question?" i asked her if i should get out then. class got a laugh and i forgot this incident for all these years.
anyway, i love art and i love the ironies that come associated with it. whether it's going to the greene street gallery to see a giant plaster apple core to to stand back while the guy in the black turtleneck telling the girl in the peasant dress next to him how he feels that the piece in indicative of the fall of man and can i have your phone number. or if it's a trip to see a jackson pollack retrospective and sitting quietly in front of arabesque and thinking about how the space floats and takes me to a magical place in my subconciousness. either way i tend to gravitate towards painting more than installation but i make an exception for christo. his work is both laughable and inciteful. i've paid attenbtion ever since he covered the reichstag in cloth. recently we had an exhibition by him called the gates and allthough bastard did not walk to the whole walk, he did get to see some gates on the way home from somewhere in manhattan, i don't remember where (there goe that memory again). either way, it ran for a good part of the winter and christo's wife said alot of esoteric shit that makes the bastard laugh at the art world and the hype it creates for itself.
that said, here is the taking joy part. for the last month, there has been an exhibition moving up and down manhattan on a garbage scow by robert smithson called "floating island". it's essentially a garbage barge made to look like central park. i'm sure it's menat to mean much more than that buit the bastard doesn't care at this point (re: installations). either way, this tug boat goes up and down manhattan with this barge with trees on it every from the 17th of september until the 25th.
apparently on saturday, somebody put a miniture "gate" on a radio controlled motor boat and chased the central park barge around. i laughed so hard that it momentarily shook me out of my funk long anough to remember something that i take joy in. thank you art world. thank you for making the bastard feel better.
—the bastard
you know, it just figures that you want to spend a crappy monday feeling crappy about yourself and just having a big ol pity party when something this good comes along to remind me of what i take joy in. you see, it wasn't too long ago when the nice lady asked the bastard if he takes joy in anything anymore and for that matter, have i ever. truth to tell is i do. my problem is that the bastard takes himself way too seriously to the point of detriment. my friends outside of the office tend to find me humorless sometimes and i look like i'm having an awful time even if i am not. next time you're at a party and you see the cranky looking bald guy in the corner dropping gin like it's tap water smack him in the head and say, "lighten up ya bastard". that said, let's start with a history lesson.
before the bastard was a cynical graphic designer on a collision course with disaster, the bastard was a cynical art student on a collision course with disaster. i focused on painting, i was pretty decent at it. it made me happy then and i think taking it back up may be the catalist for bringing the bastard around again. i missed the boat on sculpture due to the fact that my sculpture teacher opted to lecture us on sexual politics rather than how to use the medium. the fact that connor (that's her name) did installations which at that point was foreign to me didn't help either. you see the bastard went into art school thinking that painting was to be done in the style of the renaissance and sculpture was an object you made from the medium not a room as the object so i got a bad start on sculpture. apparently, the poet from hotlanta whom i took the class with refreshed my memory with a story of my adventures in sculpture which is a testament to my crap memory. it goes like this.
one day connor was lecturing the class about the evils of the patriarch and how awful men are and gave us all a handout from sexual personae by camille paglia, and the bastard was sitting next to the poet from hotlanta and i raised my hand during the class. connor said, "yes, what is your question?" i asked her if i should get out then. class got a laugh and i forgot this incident for all these years.
anyway, i love art and i love the ironies that come associated with it. whether it's going to the greene street gallery to see a giant plaster apple core to to stand back while the guy in the black turtleneck telling the girl in the peasant dress next to him how he feels that the piece in indicative of the fall of man and can i have your phone number. or if it's a trip to see a jackson pollack retrospective and sitting quietly in front of arabesque and thinking about how the space floats and takes me to a magical place in my subconciousness. either way i tend to gravitate towards painting more than installation but i make an exception for christo. his work is both laughable and inciteful. i've paid attenbtion ever since he covered the reichstag in cloth. recently we had an exhibition by him called the gates and allthough bastard did not walk to the whole walk, he did get to see some gates on the way home from somewhere in manhattan, i don't remember where (there goe that memory again). either way, it ran for a good part of the winter and christo's wife said alot of esoteric shit that makes the bastard laugh at the art world and the hype it creates for itself.
that said, here is the taking joy part. for the last month, there has been an exhibition moving up and down manhattan on a garbage scow by robert smithson called "floating island". it's essentially a garbage barge made to look like central park. i'm sure it's menat to mean much more than that buit the bastard doesn't care at this point (re: installations). either way, this tug boat goes up and down manhattan with this barge with trees on it every from the 17th of september until the 25th.
apparently on saturday, somebody put a miniture "gate" on a radio controlled motor boat and chased the central park barge around. i laughed so hard that it momentarily shook me out of my funk long anough to remember something that i take joy in. thank you art world. thank you for making the bastard feel better.
—the bastard
Thursday, September 22, 2005
...on inconvenience
...or how construction gave me a decent night's sleep
it's fascinating. The bastard came home from picking up the boy from school on monday afternoon to find that all of the metered spots on metropolitan were to be no parking from 6pm to 6am due to road construction. this spelled out a rough night for me on monday. but it did work out for me on tuesday. on monday i had dinner with mr and mrs ice cream. their son is the boy's best friend. we'll call him corey because of his great love of corey feldman's character in the goonies. corey will probably think otherwise after seeing "license to drive" allthough he was alot of fun in "the lost boys". anyway. mr ice cream makes frozen desserts for owner of the restaurant, i replied , "at least that dump has something good on the menu". mr. ice cream retorted that, "danny seems like a nice guy but then again, i don't have to live next door to him". and that's true. but it reminded me of a weird dream i had the other night. you see jack black was going to perform at the restaurant and danny asked me if i was going. i knew it was a dream because he doesn't know my name. i think he called me asshole once when i mucked with his christmas decorations one evening but that's about it. either way, i remember wanting to see jack perform but i wasn't going on principal. danny asked why and i said, "you're an inconsiderate neighbor but, that isn't even the case anymore. you're clientele is". then, i woke up. i realized that my hatred has transcended from the owner to the clientele and to a lesser degree, the karaoke guy. you see, he brings the equipment and he holds the mike. he could tell these middle aged idiots to keep it down on the way out. he has the power. the bastard's new theory was reinforced tuesday night by the construction. no one could park on the street on tuesday night either. thus no one made a sound walking to their cars. no one honked their horns because they were parked in front of houses or just too far away to get props for honking their horns. i fell right to sleep right after the music stopped and the bastard was calm for a change. they should do construction every tuesday night. the bastard would be less angry. it's a shame i didn't get to see jack black perform though.
—the bastard
it's fascinating. The bastard came home from picking up the boy from school on monday afternoon to find that all of the metered spots on metropolitan were to be no parking from 6pm to 6am due to road construction. this spelled out a rough night for me on monday. but it did work out for me on tuesday. on monday i had dinner with mr and mrs ice cream. their son is the boy's best friend. we'll call him corey because of his great love of corey feldman's character in the goonies. corey will probably think otherwise after seeing "license to drive" allthough he was alot of fun in "the lost boys". anyway. mr ice cream makes frozen desserts for owner of the restaurant, i replied , "at least that dump has something good on the menu". mr. ice cream retorted that, "danny seems like a nice guy but then again, i don't have to live next door to him". and that's true. but it reminded me of a weird dream i had the other night. you see jack black was going to perform at the restaurant and danny asked me if i was going. i knew it was a dream because he doesn't know my name. i think he called me asshole once when i mucked with his christmas decorations one evening but that's about it. either way, i remember wanting to see jack perform but i wasn't going on principal. danny asked why and i said, "you're an inconsiderate neighbor but, that isn't even the case anymore. you're clientele is". then, i woke up. i realized that my hatred has transcended from the owner to the clientele and to a lesser degree, the karaoke guy. you see, he brings the equipment and he holds the mike. he could tell these middle aged idiots to keep it down on the way out. he has the power. the bastard's new theory was reinforced tuesday night by the construction. no one could park on the street on tuesday night either. thus no one made a sound walking to their cars. no one honked their horns because they were parked in front of houses or just too far away to get props for honking their horns. i fell right to sleep right after the music stopped and the bastard was calm for a change. they should do construction every tuesday night. the bastard would be less angry. it's a shame i didn't get to see jack black perform though.
—the bastard
...the the cult of personality
..or how celebrity will eat the left.
now the bastard has spent alot of time lately beating his political drum and the mofo responds in his way but i want to discuss the role of celebrity. apparently while the bastard was sleeping it off there was a benefit for the victims of hurricane katrina and bette midler had this little piece of slander:
Bette Midler had even stronger words: "I got a letter from the Republican Party the other day. I wrote back, 'Go fuck yourself.'" She then added, "George Bush is a fan of mine -- he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him."
now i'm thinking that bette midler needs to shut the hell up. just like in the kanye west post i have to say that i don't want to say that she's dumb as a box of rocks but, she's dumb as a box of rocks. now to be fair, celebrities aren't always the most educated lot, the bastard read something a number of years ago running down a list of high school and college dropouts who beat the drum for lefty out there (to be fair i believe susan sarandon DID graduate college which explains how old and leathery she looks) frequently but, slander is slander and i figure she'll get a pass on it. celebrity always does. that's why they do it because they have surrounded themselves with people that share their point of view as most people do (except for the bastard, i let the other opinion post here on alternating days) and that creates an insulated life. you learn nothing new and your yes people won't tell you no because they want to stay on the gravy train and subsequently said celebrity continues to think they are right , all of the time. another factor is guilt. now bette got her start playing shows in bathhouses in the 70's. very small beginnings. now she's stinking rich. and going from rags to riches makes one want to stay "in touch" with the little guy. how you can do that with an entourage is beyond me. sure, you can stand up for environmental causes, adopt a stretch of highway, donate money to gay mens health crisis but, the bastard sees this as a tax write off as well. bette is also a blue state new yorker. she's entitled, most people from gotham are. i'm not. oh shit. what am i gonna do? i'll tell you what. i'm going to keep going to work every day and do what i do.
the problem with celebrity is also while living an insular out of touch life, you also pick and choose your current events. if you've ever paid barbara streisand's site a visit (and please go, she's batshit crazy), you'll know that celebrities also have no sense of history. case in point. did you know that FEMA and the clinton administration dropped the ball in 1995 during the chicago heat wave? now the bastard knows what you're saying. is it something to the tune of, "fuh fuh fuh. why do you have to bring up clinton? fuh fuh fuh. he's not the president anymore. fuh fuh fuh." well i'll tell you why. because stupid! because the fact is that he DID drop the ball. that other presidents dropped the ball in the past and no celebrity made nearly the stink that they make now over bush back then. and most importantly because it is HISTORY. something we as a people aren't long on remembering. 1000 poor folks died in the summer of 1995 and the administration did too little, too late. day late, dollar short and on the contrary, the current administration although flawed, handled shit faster that shit was handled under hurricane andrew. why does it seem like before bush got in the white house that there were no disasters and that the government never fucked up or caught hell for it?
hell one more thing i've been wondering about is why certain senators from my home state named chuck schumer are raising funds for their party using the disaster as grist. now i'm sure that there are folks who found schumer's predecessor to ba a real bag of crap but this has got to be the biggest most opportunistc bag of crap move i've seen since the lack of press his opponents got during his re-election bid. look for an equivalent lapse in media coverage for hillary's opponents next year kids.
—the bastard
now the bastard has spent alot of time lately beating his political drum and the mofo responds in his way but i want to discuss the role of celebrity. apparently while the bastard was sleeping it off there was a benefit for the victims of hurricane katrina and bette midler had this little piece of slander:
Bette Midler had even stronger words: "I got a letter from the Republican Party the other day. I wrote back, 'Go fuck yourself.'" She then added, "George Bush is a fan of mine -- he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him."
now i'm thinking that bette midler needs to shut the hell up. just like in the kanye west post i have to say that i don't want to say that she's dumb as a box of rocks but, she's dumb as a box of rocks. now to be fair, celebrities aren't always the most educated lot, the bastard read something a number of years ago running down a list of high school and college dropouts who beat the drum for lefty out there (to be fair i believe susan sarandon DID graduate college which explains how old and leathery she looks) frequently but, slander is slander and i figure she'll get a pass on it. celebrity always does. that's why they do it because they have surrounded themselves with people that share their point of view as most people do (except for the bastard, i let the other opinion post here on alternating days) and that creates an insulated life. you learn nothing new and your yes people won't tell you no because they want to stay on the gravy train and subsequently said celebrity continues to think they are right , all of the time. another factor is guilt. now bette got her start playing shows in bathhouses in the 70's. very small beginnings. now she's stinking rich. and going from rags to riches makes one want to stay "in touch" with the little guy. how you can do that with an entourage is beyond me. sure, you can stand up for environmental causes, adopt a stretch of highway, donate money to gay mens health crisis but, the bastard sees this as a tax write off as well. bette is also a blue state new yorker. she's entitled, most people from gotham are. i'm not. oh shit. what am i gonna do? i'll tell you what. i'm going to keep going to work every day and do what i do.
the problem with celebrity is also while living an insular out of touch life, you also pick and choose your current events. if you've ever paid barbara streisand's site a visit (and please go, she's batshit crazy), you'll know that celebrities also have no sense of history. case in point. did you know that FEMA and the clinton administration dropped the ball in 1995 during the chicago heat wave? now the bastard knows what you're saying. is it something to the tune of, "fuh fuh fuh. why do you have to bring up clinton? fuh fuh fuh. he's not the president anymore. fuh fuh fuh." well i'll tell you why. because stupid! because the fact is that he DID drop the ball. that other presidents dropped the ball in the past and no celebrity made nearly the stink that they make now over bush back then. and most importantly because it is HISTORY. something we as a people aren't long on remembering. 1000 poor folks died in the summer of 1995 and the administration did too little, too late. day late, dollar short and on the contrary, the current administration although flawed, handled shit faster that shit was handled under hurricane andrew. why does it seem like before bush got in the white house that there were no disasters and that the government never fucked up or caught hell for it?
hell one more thing i've been wondering about is why certain senators from my home state named chuck schumer are raising funds for their party using the disaster as grist. now i'm sure that there are folks who found schumer's predecessor to ba a real bag of crap but this has got to be the biggest most opportunistc bag of crap move i've seen since the lack of press his opponents got during his re-election bid. look for an equivalent lapse in media coverage for hillary's opponents next year kids.
—the bastard
Thursday, September 15, 2005
... on divine right part 3
so i'm walking home from the subway and what should my eyes appear but thing2! she saw me before i saw her/ you see the bastard has some heavy business in his head so i don't come out of my fog until i round the corner for home usually but i made a special occasion out of this. so thing2 sees me and quick as a shot crosses the street...head down...pretending to be invisible. if i don't look at you, you can't see me. well unfortunately for her, the bastard can see thgrough all things petty and this sure as hell is. so, the bastard will be petty in kind. "hi thing2, i see all that vegan cooking is going straight to your fat can!" or "how is it that a half assed film maker like yourself can't seem to A:move out of queens or B:not dress like a bag lady" or "nice outfit thing2, i guess you go to work like that cause you sure as shit don't look like you are going on a date!" you see, the bastard wants to give you a choose your own adventure just for the commute home. sweet dreams shiteyes!
—the bastard
every event is to be used
the bastard was just reading a new column by peggy noonan. basically, noonan does a little retrospectus on the hurricane and 9/11 but she brought up the above phrase which i will put into context:
"George W. Bush still enjoys a bright spot in terms of his foes. Liberal politicians continue to respond to the calamity with delighted anguish. Their critiques are attacks and their attacks are opportunistic. Hillary Clinton, Ted Kennedy and Nancy Pelosi have come across as pols coolly using the suffering of others to club the opposition. As for liberal pundits, some of them have taken on the ways of mere party operatives: Every event exists to be used. Frank Rich, Paul Krugman: if they were dead they'd be spinning in their graves."
she goes on to do the analysis which remarks on how this is the administrations first big black eye, and it is. i think of what the mofo said while we were hashing it out last week, before the topic switched to the merits of the 70's incarnation of KISS. mo said, and i'm paraphrasing, "now don't get me wrong, i think the blame in this runs from the president all the way down but, i would never say he deserves the beating he's taking in the media right now. it's not all on him" the bastard tends to disagree with the mofo on the finer points but, i agree that he doesn't deserve the opportunistic beating he's getting now. for me it just reveals the slant in media today. but, what the hell do i know.
—the bastard
"George W. Bush still enjoys a bright spot in terms of his foes. Liberal politicians continue to respond to the calamity with delighted anguish. Their critiques are attacks and their attacks are opportunistic. Hillary Clinton, Ted Kennedy and Nancy Pelosi have come across as pols coolly using the suffering of others to club the opposition. As for liberal pundits, some of them have taken on the ways of mere party operatives: Every event exists to be used. Frank Rich, Paul Krugman: if they were dead they'd be spinning in their graves."
she goes on to do the analysis which remarks on how this is the administrations first big black eye, and it is. i think of what the mofo said while we were hashing it out last week, before the topic switched to the merits of the 70's incarnation of KISS. mo said, and i'm paraphrasing, "now don't get me wrong, i think the blame in this runs from the president all the way down but, i would never say he deserves the beating he's taking in the media right now. it's not all on him" the bastard tends to disagree with the mofo on the finer points but, i agree that he doesn't deserve the opportunistic beating he's getting now. for me it just reveals the slant in media today. but, what the hell do i know.
—the bastard
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
worst morning ever
well it couldn't be the "worst" morning ever, no one died.
it all started at 12:30 am when i was wrapping up for bed. now i never wanted to start a weekly karaoke thing but now i have a new hobby, the stupid bastard in the cadillac. yes the identity of the "la cucaracha" horn has been identified as one stupid q. stereotype. he's older than my grandfather would be if he were alive and he dresses like he's part of the ensemble cast of the sopranos (standard uniform of the tuesday night karaoke people) and has a gigantic diamond encrusted cross. yes you heard it right. the bastard will now stalk this man and make him my hobby. he was parked under my son's window and when no one acknowledged his kitchy horn honk, he did it a second time. how no one could see this old ass man who should be ashamed of himself and his behavior. besides i find it impossible that no one saw him with that medallion he was rocking. i think there were people in suffolk county that were wonderring why there was a giant cross on the horizon. i hope he dies real soon because he WILL be a weekly fixture on this blog if i have my way. the bastard doesn't like to have to shout out his window it wakes up the boy (which it did) and makes the bastard want to break the law.
anyway, i get up at 6:30 water the plants and bash the back of my head on the window coming in to find the boy sacked out on the couch looking for noggin and a glass of juice which he proceeds to dump on the floor by accident which of course gets the bastard speaking fast and cross, thus making the boy cross. we get in the car and it's alternate side of the street day making an already sparse parking situation worse. so long story short, the bastard had to drive his battered crumpled ride home (school is halfway point of my walk to the train every morning) just so i can park it and walk to the train. god decides to fianlly let me off the hook at roosevelt avenue by letting me vic a seat. i am so bloody tired.
—the bastard
it all started at 12:30 am when i was wrapping up for bed. now i never wanted to start a weekly karaoke thing but now i have a new hobby, the stupid bastard in the cadillac. yes the identity of the "la cucaracha" horn has been identified as one stupid q. stereotype. he's older than my grandfather would be if he were alive and he dresses like he's part of the ensemble cast of the sopranos (standard uniform of the tuesday night karaoke people) and has a gigantic diamond encrusted cross. yes you heard it right. the bastard will now stalk this man and make him my hobby. he was parked under my son's window and when no one acknowledged his kitchy horn honk, he did it a second time. how no one could see this old ass man who should be ashamed of himself and his behavior. besides i find it impossible that no one saw him with that medallion he was rocking. i think there were people in suffolk county that were wonderring why there was a giant cross on the horizon. i hope he dies real soon because he WILL be a weekly fixture on this blog if i have my way. the bastard doesn't like to have to shout out his window it wakes up the boy (which it did) and makes the bastard want to break the law.
anyway, i get up at 6:30 water the plants and bash the back of my head on the window coming in to find the boy sacked out on the couch looking for noggin and a glass of juice which he proceeds to dump on the floor by accident which of course gets the bastard speaking fast and cross, thus making the boy cross. we get in the car and it's alternate side of the street day making an already sparse parking situation worse. so long story short, the bastard had to drive his battered crumpled ride home (school is halfway point of my walk to the train every morning) just so i can park it and walk to the train. god decides to fianlly let me off the hook at roosevelt avenue by letting me vic a seat. i am so bloody tired.
—the bastard
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
without representation
today is democratic primary day here in gotham and the bastard can't vote. no, it doesn't have anything to do with the bastard's time in the clink. it has to do with the not being a registered democrat and a clear lack of competition from other parties or to be more specific, my party. so today, for many offices in craptastic queens, this is election day. true their name will be on the ballot come november but, they will have already been elected. comptroller, my local representative get no competition from the other parties and thus there really is no impetus to deviate from the standard liberal platform. it isn't so bad, really. by and large liberal politics have nothing to do with getting your representative to ask the restaurant to turn down the music and that's why, if i was bleeding enough from my heart to be a democrat, i would vote for melinda katz because the bastard gets to sleep earlier on karaoke night than he used to. although as a result, i am technically disenfranchised and i live under one party rule so i have room to complain
more importantly, today is when we decide who is going to spend my tax dollars to go against mike bloomberg. he's a rockefellar republican and even the mofo temporarily puts down his copy of the "people's history of the united state" to declare that he's just a likeable new yorker (which coincidentally is how we ended up talking about kiss and how if woody allen had the gumption to start a rock band he would also kind of sound like paul stanley between songs live). i say spend because campaign finance laws allow opponents to spend the people's money to campaign. i don't like this so much. now yes, bloomberg is a multi billionaire and he can pay his own way and this is why local politicos need this money but, it's my money too and i'm not a democrat. just give me back my piece of change and have at it.
this morning i saw congressman anthony weiner on the way into the subway. first time the bastard came out of his charge of the light brigade towards the train to say what's up to a politician. he's shorter in person than you see on the tv. coincidentally, guiliani was taller in person. i guess it's all how you stand. anyway if i was going to have some democrat spend my tax dollars on the mayoral election, it would be him. at least his plans don't appear to be batshit crazy like ferrer's. truth to tell, i'll probably vote for bloomberg again. he won't owe anyone when it's done. weiner will already be in debt to the city whether he wins or loses and it just seems less corrupt when you owe no one.
—the bastard
more importantly, today is when we decide who is going to spend my tax dollars to go against mike bloomberg. he's a rockefellar republican and even the mofo temporarily puts down his copy of the "people's history of the united state" to declare that he's just a likeable new yorker (which coincidentally is how we ended up talking about kiss and how if woody allen had the gumption to start a rock band he would also kind of sound like paul stanley between songs live). i say spend because campaign finance laws allow opponents to spend the people's money to campaign. i don't like this so much. now yes, bloomberg is a multi billionaire and he can pay his own way and this is why local politicos need this money but, it's my money too and i'm not a democrat. just give me back my piece of change and have at it.
this morning i saw congressman anthony weiner on the way into the subway. first time the bastard came out of his charge of the light brigade towards the train to say what's up to a politician. he's shorter in person than you see on the tv. coincidentally, guiliani was taller in person. i guess it's all how you stand. anyway if i was going to have some democrat spend my tax dollars on the mayoral election, it would be him. at least his plans don't appear to be batshit crazy like ferrer's. truth to tell, i'll probably vote for bloomberg again. he won't owe anyone when it's done. weiner will already be in debt to the city whether he wins or loses and it just seems less corrupt when you owe no one.
—the bastard
Monday, September 12, 2005
god speed mofo...godspeed
just heard from the dubble platinum. the mofo was seen doing the hertz o.j. simpson commercial off of the jfk airtrain. godspeed, mofo.
—the bastard
—the bastard
where i was that day...
so i just finished reading a column by comedian larry miller in the weekly standard, and i was reminded about a conversation i was having at a party over the weekend. you see today is the nice lady's birthday. she sometimes has bad luck leading up to it. her grandfather died during that week early on in our relationship and i remembered trying like hell to get out to staten island (where the wake was being held) bring her a birthday gift because it is circumstances like this that make the bastard want to help. and it is things like this that can't be helped and thus makes one feel really impotent when you want to help. so you try like hell to do something to feel like you did something. i think i ran out there with my overheating '72 ford maverick that had a misfiring cylinder in what in retrospect was one of my worser suits to go to the wake and give the woman i share my life with a watch and try to be supportive in my own clumsy way.
anyway on saturday night, i was on rayne o'brian's rooftop bumming cigarettes off of his sister and chatting about rescue me with her date who was a fireman (i'll talk about that later). and eventually the party came up onto the roof and we started discussing whether or not we could see the 2 lights downtown that they light up that represent where to twin towers used to be. we couldn't see them because it was overcast but rayne said they were off (it was about midnight). we hemmed and hawed about it and eventually agreed with him and the bastard told him that when "i get home to my side of the river, and i see them on, i'll call you". larry miller writes:
"It was the eleventh. September 11. Late afternoon, September 11. The day four years before that all those devious calculations were successful and changed our world. (Or, worse, didn't.) The day so many died, including Jeff Goldflam, my friend from high school, and including those who held hands and jumped, strangers or office mates, screaming or praying, or silent, or all of these. They learned a great lesson about friendship and brotherhood, those who jumped, but they would tell it to no one.
I said my prayers that Sunday morning as usual--Yes, I'm one of the stupid people; I pray--but didn't include any about the victims from the World Trade Center, or the Pentagon, or the heroes of that flight in Pennsylvania, or everyone who's died since, or before, or will in the future. Because I hadn't remembered.
No, I was too busy getting up and making breakfast, and petting the dog as he ate out of my hand, and putting sunscreen on a squirming kid, and reading the paper, and trying to decide whether to make mac-and-cheese that night or take everyone out, and thinking about what I might write or sell this week to further myself. But I hadn't remembered."
he goes on to wonder where we will be next year and who will remember. now one day later on my wife's birthday the bastard sits at his desk thanking god that he has 5 foot high cube walls because i'm wiping my eyes and shaking back and forth remembering being in my car that morning, going to work, listening to howard stern, thinking it was a joke and getting to 188th on the grand central parkway to find out that the second tower was hit and knowing it wasn't a joke and feeling ashamed that i continued on to work that day instead of going home to be with my babies and hold them tight and tell them that it was going to be okay. sorry i wasn't there baby, i've always felt awful for it.
—the bastard
anyway on saturday night, i was on rayne o'brian's rooftop bumming cigarettes off of his sister and chatting about rescue me with her date who was a fireman (i'll talk about that later). and eventually the party came up onto the roof and we started discussing whether or not we could see the 2 lights downtown that they light up that represent where to twin towers used to be. we couldn't see them because it was overcast but rayne said they were off (it was about midnight). we hemmed and hawed about it and eventually agreed with him and the bastard told him that when "i get home to my side of the river, and i see them on, i'll call you". larry miller writes:
"It was the eleventh. September 11. Late afternoon, September 11. The day four years before that all those devious calculations were successful and changed our world. (Or, worse, didn't.) The day so many died, including Jeff Goldflam, my friend from high school, and including those who held hands and jumped, strangers or office mates, screaming or praying, or silent, or all of these. They learned a great lesson about friendship and brotherhood, those who jumped, but they would tell it to no one.
I said my prayers that Sunday morning as usual--Yes, I'm one of the stupid people; I pray--but didn't include any about the victims from the World Trade Center, or the Pentagon, or the heroes of that flight in Pennsylvania, or everyone who's died since, or before, or will in the future. Because I hadn't remembered.
No, I was too busy getting up and making breakfast, and petting the dog as he ate out of my hand, and putting sunscreen on a squirming kid, and reading the paper, and trying to decide whether to make mac-and-cheese that night or take everyone out, and thinking about what I might write or sell this week to further myself. But I hadn't remembered."
he goes on to wonder where we will be next year and who will remember. now one day later on my wife's birthday the bastard sits at his desk thanking god that he has 5 foot high cube walls because i'm wiping my eyes and shaking back and forth remembering being in my car that morning, going to work, listening to howard stern, thinking it was a joke and getting to 188th on the grand central parkway to find out that the second tower was hit and knowing it wasn't a joke and feeling ashamed that i continued on to work that day instead of going home to be with my babies and hold them tight and tell them that it was going to be okay. sorry i wasn't there baby, i've always felt awful for it.
—the bastard
Friday, September 09, 2005
Back in the New York groove
Yes, i have returned for a short spell, Dr.s appointments, see a few people and to hit the mountains. I haven't seen a mountain in two years, not since the torrential downpour of the "We're in the shit now!" weekend. So it's off to Haines Falls tommorrow morning with the Millers. Then back to purgatory.
Dropped off the rental at JFK and took the air train into Jamaica. I have unknowingly followed the reation of the air train and the redevelopement of the Jamaica LIRR station. For one thing, Dub Plat's current place of business is there until he and the hitler youth, i mean local 3, move on to their next project. I also have been a regular on the LIRR on my way to Madison Square Garden for St. John's games when I went to school there and covered the team for The TORCH. So I have seen as many have the step by step recreation of the Jamiaca Station. I think they've done and admirable job for the absolute mayhem that takes place in that area to get that job so close to completion. Anybody who knows Jamaica knows that it is more than any other part of the city, a snapshot of life in New york. It is historic, a shopping mall, a transportation mecca, part ghetto and part scenic paradise, (check out the area just south of jamaica high school, I used to have the perfect view of the park there from any classroom on the southwest side of the building, and school building itself is striking, I should know I went there). So it makes me glad that while a gussied up train station may not cure all its ills, Jamaica, one of New York's oldest settlements can gain back some if its lost glory.
As for the air train I happened to make my way up from Florida the same day the air train began running. it was a happhazard ride at best, but after several trips back and forth over the last two years between purgatory and here, i have noticed steady improvement. And i just wanted to say to all those involved in the project, well done.
I do miss this cow town sometimes.
mofo
Dropped off the rental at JFK and took the air train into Jamaica. I have unknowingly followed the reation of the air train and the redevelopement of the Jamaica LIRR station. For one thing, Dub Plat's current place of business is there until he and the hitler youth, i mean local 3, move on to their next project. I also have been a regular on the LIRR on my way to Madison Square Garden for St. John's games when I went to school there and covered the team for The TORCH. So I have seen as many have the step by step recreation of the Jamiaca Station. I think they've done and admirable job for the absolute mayhem that takes place in that area to get that job so close to completion. Anybody who knows Jamaica knows that it is more than any other part of the city, a snapshot of life in New york. It is historic, a shopping mall, a transportation mecca, part ghetto and part scenic paradise, (check out the area just south of jamaica high school, I used to have the perfect view of the park there from any classroom on the southwest side of the building, and school building itself is striking, I should know I went there). So it makes me glad that while a gussied up train station may not cure all its ills, Jamaica, one of New York's oldest settlements can gain back some if its lost glory.
As for the air train I happened to make my way up from Florida the same day the air train began running. it was a happhazard ride at best, but after several trips back and forth over the last two years between purgatory and here, i have noticed steady improvement. And i just wanted to say to all those involved in the project, well done.
I do miss this cow town sometimes.
mofo
Thursday, September 08, 2005
meeting of the minds
...or the bastards meet the mofos
the mofo is in town this weekend ands he has darkened the bastards door. so i did the only thing knew that was the right thing to do. give him money and have him get some stella. we discussed the state of the union and concluded that KISS could have only come from new york city and nowhere else. also, while we concluded that while destroyer is the only kiss album to take as a desert island disc, the mofo has the bastard's copy of it. so the bastard did the right thing. cause i'm the god of thunder....and rock and roll
—the bastard
the mofo is in town this weekend ands he has darkened the bastards door. so i did the only thing knew that was the right thing to do. give him money and have him get some stella. we discussed the state of the union and concluded that KISS could have only come from new york city and nowhere else. also, while we concluded that while destroyer is the only kiss album to take as a desert island disc, the mofo has the bastard's copy of it. so the bastard did the right thing. cause i'm the god of thunder....and rock and roll
—the bastard
quote of the week
"things are going just great. this is the third time this week that i've been sued!"
—unnamed editorial staffer
—unnamed editorial staffer
i'm going to have to ask you about that open container mofo
rudy speaks:
Guiliani: Don't Second-Guess Storm Effort
The Associated Press
Wednesday, September 7, 2005; 2:52 PM
NORFOLK, Va. -- Rudolph Giuliani, who guided New York City through the dark days after Sept. 11, said there is no place for second-guessing during an emergency, and he is not interested in criticizing the way government officials handled Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath.
The former mayor said before a speech Tuesday that it is too soon to draw any conclusions about whether the agencies that responded took too long or who was responsible. When the situation stabilizes, Giuliani said, the nation can examine the rescue efforts.
Giuliani said he would be willing to take a role in the relief effort but was not seeking a position.
Told by a questioner after the speech that he seemed the ideal candidate to head the Federal Emergency Management Agency, Giuliani said: "Maybe in a few years. Right now, I'm not a candidate for anything."
now the bastard isn't a big fan of the cut and paste news story filler for his blog but the current business in the south has made me a cut and pasting fool. this one is up for the mofo due to his great love of good ol rudy. i believe he made this statement in his yankee hat and underpants set. ok cue visual..........now!
—the bastard
Guiliani: Don't Second-Guess Storm Effort
The Associated Press
Wednesday, September 7, 2005; 2:52 PM
NORFOLK, Va. -- Rudolph Giuliani, who guided New York City through the dark days after Sept. 11, said there is no place for second-guessing during an emergency, and he is not interested in criticizing the way government officials handled Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath.
The former mayor said before a speech Tuesday that it is too soon to draw any conclusions about whether the agencies that responded took too long or who was responsible. When the situation stabilizes, Giuliani said, the nation can examine the rescue efforts.
Giuliani said he would be willing to take a role in the relief effort but was not seeking a position.
Told by a questioner after the speech that he seemed the ideal candidate to head the Federal Emergency Management Agency, Giuliani said: "Maybe in a few years. Right now, I'm not a candidate for anything."
now the bastard isn't a big fan of the cut and paste news story filler for his blog but the current business in the south has made me a cut and pasting fool. this one is up for the mofo due to his great love of good ol rudy. i believe he made this statement in his yankee hat and underpants set. ok cue visual..........now!
—the bastard
cbgb's officially served
...when reached for comment, rock music cried itself to sleep.
hear me now and listen to me latah. you frikkin yuppies are going to be really pissed when your teenagers move to vegas to start a punk band. you'll deserve it.
—the bastard
UPDATE
hilly speaks
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
...on what is said, and what isn't being said
...or the pot calling the kettle black
i'm actually trying to wind down the political banter just because that isn't why i started this. but i came across this little gem after lunch and i had to pipe up.
Dems Assail White House on Katrina Effort
Sep 07 12:52 PM US/Eastern
By JENNIFER LOVEN and DAVID ESPO
Associated Press Writers
WASHINGTON
Congress' top two Democrats furiously criticized the administration's response to Hurricane Katrina on Wednesday, with Sen. Harry Reid demanding to know whether President Bush's Texas vacation impeded relief efforts and Rep. Nancy Pelosi assailing the chief executive as "oblivious, in denial" about the difficulties.
With much of New Orleans still under water _ and likely to stay that way for weeks _ Bush readied a request for about $52 billion for relief and recovery along the Gulf Coast, and the White House indicated millions more would be needed later. Congressional officials said they expected to approve the next installment as early as Thursday, to keep the money flowing without interruption.
There was no formal announcement of the details contained in the request, although the Associated Press learned that the government plans to distribute debit cards worth $2,000 each to adult victims of the hurricane.
"They are going to start issuing debit cards, $2,000 per adult, today at the Astrodome," said Kathy Walt, a spokeswoman for Texas Gov. Rick Perry.
The cards could be used to buy food, transportation, gas and other essentials that displaced people need, according to a state official who was on the call and requested anonymity because the program has not been publicly announced.
GOP congressional leaders met privately to plan their next step, possibly including an unusual joint House-Senate committee to investigate what went wrong in the government's response and what can be fixed. Establishment of a joint panel would presumably eliminate overlapping investigations that might otherwise spring up as individual committees looked into the natural disaster and its aftermath.
In a letter to the Senate's Homeland Security Committee chairwoman, Reid, the Senate Democratic leader, pressed for a wide-ranging investigation and answers to several questions, including: "How much time did the president spend dealing with this emerging crisis while he was on vacation? Did the fact that he was outside of Washington, D.C., have any effect on the federal government's response?"
At a news conference, Pelosi, D-Calif., said Bush's choice for head of the Federal Emergency Management Agency had "absolutely no credentials."
She related that she urged Bush at the White House on Tuesday to fire Brown.
"He said 'Why would I do that?'" Pelosi said.
"'I said because of all that went wrong, of all that didn't go right last week.' And he said 'What didn't go right?'"
"Oblivious, in denial, dangerous," she added.
now he's the thing that bothers me about this line of assault. yes, the president was on vacation for a month. now according to the u.s. senate's website, they are on recess from august 1 until september...5th? wait a minute, isn't that when the president is on vacation? hmmmmmmm. methinks thou doth protest too much reid and pelosi. now i have a special place for nancy pelosi because she's batshit crazy and this line of attack is very characteristic of how things play out in the media. this is why the public tunes out. so here we can put out the bastard's mathematical formula for creating the desire to tune out.
shrill whining+batshit crazy+lies of omission=bastard not believing you
plain and simple. i'm sure the mofo can come up with some formula (and he will) about how, texas plus daddy's money plus haliburton, plus howard zinn's people's history of the united states plus some of noam chomsky's nail clippings equals the wheels falling off the carriage or something like that. no offense mo, just trying to visualize the most reasonable facsimile of things
—the bastard
i'm actually trying to wind down the political banter just because that isn't why i started this. but i came across this little gem after lunch and i had to pipe up.
Dems Assail White House on Katrina Effort
Sep 07 12:52 PM US/Eastern
By JENNIFER LOVEN and DAVID ESPO
Associated Press Writers
WASHINGTON
Congress' top two Democrats furiously criticized the administration's response to Hurricane Katrina on Wednesday, with Sen. Harry Reid demanding to know whether President Bush's Texas vacation impeded relief efforts and Rep. Nancy Pelosi assailing the chief executive as "oblivious, in denial" about the difficulties.
With much of New Orleans still under water _ and likely to stay that way for weeks _ Bush readied a request for about $52 billion for relief and recovery along the Gulf Coast, and the White House indicated millions more would be needed later. Congressional officials said they expected to approve the next installment as early as Thursday, to keep the money flowing without interruption.
There was no formal announcement of the details contained in the request, although the Associated Press learned that the government plans to distribute debit cards worth $2,000 each to adult victims of the hurricane.
"They are going to start issuing debit cards, $2,000 per adult, today at the Astrodome," said Kathy Walt, a spokeswoman for Texas Gov. Rick Perry.
The cards could be used to buy food, transportation, gas and other essentials that displaced people need, according to a state official who was on the call and requested anonymity because the program has not been publicly announced.
GOP congressional leaders met privately to plan their next step, possibly including an unusual joint House-Senate committee to investigate what went wrong in the government's response and what can be fixed. Establishment of a joint panel would presumably eliminate overlapping investigations that might otherwise spring up as individual committees looked into the natural disaster and its aftermath.
In a letter to the Senate's Homeland Security Committee chairwoman, Reid, the Senate Democratic leader, pressed for a wide-ranging investigation and answers to several questions, including: "How much time did the president spend dealing with this emerging crisis while he was on vacation? Did the fact that he was outside of Washington, D.C., have any effect on the federal government's response?"
At a news conference, Pelosi, D-Calif., said Bush's choice for head of the Federal Emergency Management Agency had "absolutely no credentials."
She related that she urged Bush at the White House on Tuesday to fire Brown.
"He said 'Why would I do that?'" Pelosi said.
"'I said because of all that went wrong, of all that didn't go right last week.' And he said 'What didn't go right?'"
"Oblivious, in denial, dangerous," she added.
now he's the thing that bothers me about this line of assault. yes, the president was on vacation for a month. now according to the u.s. senate's website, they are on recess from august 1 until september...5th? wait a minute, isn't that when the president is on vacation? hmmmmmmm. methinks thou doth protest too much reid and pelosi. now i have a special place for nancy pelosi because she's batshit crazy and this line of attack is very characteristic of how things play out in the media. this is why the public tunes out. so here we can put out the bastard's mathematical formula for creating the desire to tune out.
shrill whining+batshit crazy+lies of omission=bastard not believing you
plain and simple. i'm sure the mofo can come up with some formula (and he will) about how, texas plus daddy's money plus haliburton, plus howard zinn's people's history of the united states plus some of noam chomsky's nail clippings equals the wheels falling off the carriage or something like that. no offense mo, just trying to visualize the most reasonable facsimile of things
—the bastard
apparently only 13% blame bush
got this off of drudge. now i find the court of public opinion and polls to be bull but i always like to prompt the mofo to go on a diatribe on how dumb the middle america is despite the fact that the lowe come is from middle america and isn't dumb. besides, i tend to like to give the plains states their due unless of course they reflect badly on the outer boroughs by calling us B.B.Q.S. because all they know is manhattan. but my diatribe about off worlders and their disdain for the outer boroughs is for another time.
CNNUSATODAYGALLUP POLL: ONLY 13% BLAME BUSH?
Wed Sep 07 2005 10:42:26 ET
A CNN/USA Today/Gallup poll of 609 adults taken September 5-6 shows:
Blame Game -- 13% said George W. Bush is "most responsible for the problems in New Orleans after the hurricane"; 18% said "federal agencies"; 25% said "state and local officials"; 38% said "no one is to blame"; 6% had no opinion. -- 29% said that "top officials in the federal agencies responsible for handling emergencies should be fired"; 63% said they should not; 8% had no opinion.
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Government Performance -- 10% said George W. Bush has done a "great" job in "responding to the hurricane and subsequent flooding"; 25% said "good"; 21% said "neither good nor bad"; 18% said "bad"; 24% said "terrible"; 2% had no opinion. -- 8% said federal government agencies responsible for handling emergencies have done a "great" job in "responding to the hurricane and subsequent flooding"; 27% said "good"; 20% said "neither good nor bad"; 20% said "bad"; 22% said "terrible"; 3% had no opinion. -- 7% said state and local officials in Louisiana have done a "great" job in "responding to the hurricane and subsequent flooding"; 30% said "good"; 23% said "neither good nor bad"; 20% said "bad"; 15% said "terrible"; 5% had no opinion.
Developing...
which reinds me. the bastard actually got a comment from some guy who wasn't trying to sell me phentermine or trying to reduce my debt. he made the bastard feel like he was going in the right direction on beating the drum for buses and ray nagin's role in the katrina disaster. developing....indeed.
—the bastard
CNNUSATODAYGALLUP POLL: ONLY 13% BLAME BUSH?
Wed Sep 07 2005 10:42:26 ET
A CNN/USA Today/Gallup poll of 609 adults taken September 5-6 shows:
Blame Game -- 13% said George W. Bush is "most responsible for the problems in New Orleans after the hurricane"; 18% said "federal agencies"; 25% said "state and local officials"; 38% said "no one is to blame"; 6% had no opinion. -- 29% said that "top officials in the federal agencies responsible for handling emergencies should be fired"; 63% said they should not; 8% had no opinion.
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Government Performance -- 10% said George W. Bush has done a "great" job in "responding to the hurricane and subsequent flooding"; 25% said "good"; 21% said "neither good nor bad"; 18% said "bad"; 24% said "terrible"; 2% had no opinion. -- 8% said federal government agencies responsible for handling emergencies have done a "great" job in "responding to the hurricane and subsequent flooding"; 27% said "good"; 20% said "neither good nor bad"; 20% said "bad"; 22% said "terrible"; 3% had no opinion. -- 7% said state and local officials in Louisiana have done a "great" job in "responding to the hurricane and subsequent flooding"; 30% said "good"; 23% said "neither good nor bad"; 20% said "bad"; 15% said "terrible"; 5% had no opinion.
Developing...
which reinds me. the bastard actually got a comment from some guy who wasn't trying to sell me phentermine or trying to reduce my debt. he made the bastard feel like he was going in the right direction on beating the drum for buses and ray nagin's role in the katrina disaster. developing....indeed.
—the bastard
...on divine right part 4
..or on the neighbors becoming considerably less cool
so last night, the nice lady was heading out to the dog run with the lowe. you see, the bastard believes the nice lady needs plenty of fresh air. but actually, she's helping the dog run guy, help raise money for the folks in new orleans who are in trouble. you see, the bastard believes in charity, just not doing it on a subway train while some chucklhead rambles on on how lucky i am that he isn't a pick pocket "anymore".
for the last couple of days, thing1 and thing2 have been going out. they have left their evening shoes out which makes the bastard happy that they might have dates. that will give them something to keep them from being occupied by the minutia of the "door". but last night i cam home from work and the door to their apartment closed. usually they leave their own apartment door open, the bastard doesn't know why. they seem awful preoccupied with the downsatirs door open. i guess they want to leave it ajar so that the bastard can hear thing1's cacking so that the bastard can KNOW that they are cool and having a good time. then they usually slam the door shut when they hear the bastard come home. i find it funny. also, it' lets me off the hook from discussing the days events with them so thing 1 can say things like, "wow man, i can't beleeeeeeve you voted for bush. you work in media, man." anyway, i noticed that the door didn't close in quite same fashion because a black and white cat was closing it and i thought, "look it's a cat. waitaminute, isn't their cat grey?"
flash forward: at about 9:30 karaoke night startes to settle in. old bitties are jabbering up a storm and the smoke is starting to waft in. i turn the fans on exhaust, and shut off the xbox to go and hunker down in the living room until it's all over which is my weekly ritual. at abotu 10ish i notice that there are 4 old bitties chatting up a stoem outside. i take a looksy via the boy's room and it totally reaks of smoke. i set adrenal glands to stun and roll downstairs to ask the bitties to move along. you see, every now and then, the bastard has to remind these middle aged wunderkind that there is a neighborhood here with people living in it and while the mayor's no smoking in bars ban works real nice for the staff of bars, it's not so much with people that LIVE by bars.
so i get downstairs and wht do i see but, only two old bitties and their chatting up a storm with thing 1 and thing 2. thing 1 is smoking up a storm. they also have a new cat and they're giving her a saucer of milk under the boy's window. thing 2 puts the "oh shit" look on and and thing 1 notices me finally when the bitties stop talking and lok at me. thing 1 very nanchalantly turns and says, "hey". i respond with the same and she turns to return to her conversation while taking a drag. i lean in real nice and close and say, "not for nothing, but the boy can smell that in his room...can you take it elsewhere?" she agrees but doesn't put it out. i go in a try to ratchet myself down. you see, the russian keeps telling me (and it rolls in my head over and over again), "you should make peace with your neighbors" and as it resonates i try not to run the full brunt on them as i would one of the bitties. i'd like to make peace with the neighbors but, the banging and crashing that followed as they proceeded to put their garbage in the hallway later in the evening tells me that this situation is becoming beyond repair. now that we're in the passive aggressive stage of things, the bastard wonders when things will ratchet themselves up.
—the bastard
so last night, the nice lady was heading out to the dog run with the lowe. you see, the bastard believes the nice lady needs plenty of fresh air. but actually, she's helping the dog run guy, help raise money for the folks in new orleans who are in trouble. you see, the bastard believes in charity, just not doing it on a subway train while some chucklhead rambles on on how lucky i am that he isn't a pick pocket "anymore".
for the last couple of days, thing1 and thing2 have been going out. they have left their evening shoes out which makes the bastard happy that they might have dates. that will give them something to keep them from being occupied by the minutia of the "door". but last night i cam home from work and the door to their apartment closed. usually they leave their own apartment door open, the bastard doesn't know why. they seem awful preoccupied with the downsatirs door open. i guess they want to leave it ajar so that the bastard can hear thing1's cacking so that the bastard can KNOW that they are cool and having a good time. then they usually slam the door shut when they hear the bastard come home. i find it funny. also, it' lets me off the hook from discussing the days events with them so thing 1 can say things like, "wow man, i can't beleeeeeeve you voted for bush. you work in media, man." anyway, i noticed that the door didn't close in quite same fashion because a black and white cat was closing it and i thought, "look it's a cat. waitaminute, isn't their cat grey?"
flash forward: at about 9:30 karaoke night startes to settle in. old bitties are jabbering up a storm and the smoke is starting to waft in. i turn the fans on exhaust, and shut off the xbox to go and hunker down in the living room until it's all over which is my weekly ritual. at abotu 10ish i notice that there are 4 old bitties chatting up a stoem outside. i take a looksy via the boy's room and it totally reaks of smoke. i set adrenal glands to stun and roll downstairs to ask the bitties to move along. you see, every now and then, the bastard has to remind these middle aged wunderkind that there is a neighborhood here with people living in it and while the mayor's no smoking in bars ban works real nice for the staff of bars, it's not so much with people that LIVE by bars.
so i get downstairs and wht do i see but, only two old bitties and their chatting up a storm with thing 1 and thing 2. thing 1 is smoking up a storm. they also have a new cat and they're giving her a saucer of milk under the boy's window. thing 2 puts the "oh shit" look on and and thing 1 notices me finally when the bitties stop talking and lok at me. thing 1 very nanchalantly turns and says, "hey". i respond with the same and she turns to return to her conversation while taking a drag. i lean in real nice and close and say, "not for nothing, but the boy can smell that in his room...can you take it elsewhere?" she agrees but doesn't put it out. i go in a try to ratchet myself down. you see, the russian keeps telling me (and it rolls in my head over and over again), "you should make peace with your neighbors" and as it resonates i try not to run the full brunt on them as i would one of the bitties. i'd like to make peace with the neighbors but, the banging and crashing that followed as they proceeded to put their garbage in the hallway later in the evening tells me that this situation is becoming beyond repair. now that we're in the passive aggressive stage of things, the bastard wonders when things will ratchet themselves up.
—the bastard
doorgate chapter 2
...or i know what "I" did last summer
now mind you this stuff precedes the events that transpired during the divine right series but some of the events from "divine right" still occur (trash and the like). i've been saving this for a time in which i feel less ticked off about it and since that time ain't coming anytime soon, the bastard thought he'd get it out to get away from the nawlins tragedy for a bit.
when last i left the doorgate story, i left us with a sticky door that wouldn't close and the 8 year of non discussion that rolled with it. this summer i think the neighbors wer harboring gold bullion or perhaps were trying to keep someone out of the building at night. the aa place across the street had since corrected it's address problem and all of the happy little addicts keep to their little building where they can seek help or perhaps just get coffee on their way to fight club. either way, one day thing 1 asks me to keep the door shut, it was left unlocked last night. i didn't really care but i said "sure", not knowing that this made me solely responsible for the door being locked every night. because whenever there was an ajar door, i would receive email from thing1 about it. usually they were friendly and offered me something that i didn't need like software i had but then it went into the matter all stealth like. i wsh i kept all of the email but i didn't think this would turn into something. but, it went something like this:
Hey - I have a question for you guys. Is there a reason why you've started leaving the front door open again? I mean is it because it doesn't close easily and makes that horrible screech? or did you lose your keys or
anything?
I came home last night at 2:30 AM and not only was it unlocked, but it was actually open. This concerns me because there were two drug busts (during the day) about three doors down from us this week, and I think the neighborhood is starting to go downhill. And having the AA meeting people wander into my apartment asking me where the coffee is isn't so great either. (This happened again.)
Anyway, the point is if there's a reason, let me know and I'll get the landlord to deal with it, otherwise, I'd really appreciate it if you could make sure it stays closed and locked.
Thanks again.
thing1 (names have been changed to preserve anonymity)
ok point taken i respond with:
i think the humidity is making the door stick, i' ll double check on my in and out. the only time i really unlock the door is when i pick up laundry. i don't want to have to fumble with my keys with a 50 pound bag of laundry. 2:30, eh. i think that might have been the lowe. he came by to fix the treadmill late in the evening. he brought his dog and she can be a bit of a distraction for him. then again it might have been when i took out garbage. after 11. hmmmmm, i could have sworn i locked it but, i'll keep a head's up.
they finally caught those guys. a friend of mine used to buy from them when he worked at the whiskey bar in 1998. it sure took the cops long enought to arrest those guys. there were making no big secret of their activities. what , with that big ol' shut in coming out only to walk his dog or sit in his van for several hours for "no apparent" reason. good for the local cops being johnny on the spot. the AA people are still about. those folks have been screwing up since they got stationary that had our address on it. they used to be a block down before the theatre got renovated. i guess they got priced off of the block. does that make our block the ghetto? hmmmmmm. maybe frank should open a dirty book store. just kidding, i'll keep an eye on the door. have a good one
i figured sarcasm was a good way of highlighting the absurdity of things. one day a long time ago. maybe 2 summers ago. the AA office moved in across the street and with stationary with our address in otw, they would pop by looking for coffee. the ladies have a habit of leaving their keys in their door for whatever reason. considerring how loudly thing1 cackles, i assume they've had a few. this activity has since stopped (the AA people that is). i get the feeling that at this point, we have entered into the exagerration of things at this point. you see, we only have one pot dealer on the block, or rather had. i don't buy but i am aware of him or at least was. the lowe said something poignant once. "even in a good neighborhood, there is someone selling something. if there isn't, you aren't paying attention or you're lying". we also have a hallway in which sound carried very well. i think i would have noticed someone who didn't sound like my neighbors coming inside. also, there are two doors. it's not like the bastard's door is invisible. why didn't said AA guy knock on my door. are the girls just that lucky? the bastard smelled a rat.
more or less, the bastard tried to hold up his end but i am not my wife's keeper and i am not my friend's keeper so the door was sometimes left ajar. inevitably, the landlord go involved and asked us as well. i told him what i told the girls, that i try to. i figure end of story.....
—the bastard
now mind you this stuff precedes the events that transpired during the divine right series but some of the events from "divine right" still occur (trash and the like). i've been saving this for a time in which i feel less ticked off about it and since that time ain't coming anytime soon, the bastard thought he'd get it out to get away from the nawlins tragedy for a bit.
when last i left the doorgate story, i left us with a sticky door that wouldn't close and the 8 year of non discussion that rolled with it. this summer i think the neighbors wer harboring gold bullion or perhaps were trying to keep someone out of the building at night. the aa place across the street had since corrected it's address problem and all of the happy little addicts keep to their little building where they can seek help or perhaps just get coffee on their way to fight club. either way, one day thing 1 asks me to keep the door shut, it was left unlocked last night. i didn't really care but i said "sure", not knowing that this made me solely responsible for the door being locked every night. because whenever there was an ajar door, i would receive email from thing1 about it. usually they were friendly and offered me something that i didn't need like software i had but then it went into the matter all stealth like. i wsh i kept all of the email but i didn't think this would turn into something. but, it went something like this:Hey - I have a question for you guys. Is there a reason why you've started leaving the front door open again? I mean is it because it doesn't close easily and makes that horrible screech? or did you lose your keys or
anything?
I came home last night at 2:30 AM and not only was it unlocked, but it was actually open. This concerns me because there were two drug busts (during the day) about three doors down from us this week, and I think the neighborhood is starting to go downhill. And having the AA meeting people wander into my apartment asking me where the coffee is isn't so great either. (This happened again.)
Anyway, the point is if there's a reason, let me know and I'll get the landlord to deal with it, otherwise, I'd really appreciate it if you could make sure it stays closed and locked.
Thanks again.
thing1 (names have been changed to preserve anonymity)
ok point taken i respond with:
i think the humidity is making the door stick, i' ll double check on my in and out. the only time i really unlock the door is when i pick up laundry. i don't want to have to fumble with my keys with a 50 pound bag of laundry. 2:30, eh. i think that might have been the lowe. he came by to fix the treadmill late in the evening. he brought his dog and she can be a bit of a distraction for him. then again it might have been when i took out garbage. after 11. hmmmmm, i could have sworn i locked it but, i'll keep a head's up.
they finally caught those guys. a friend of mine used to buy from them when he worked at the whiskey bar in 1998. it sure took the cops long enought to arrest those guys. there were making no big secret of their activities. what , with that big ol' shut in coming out only to walk his dog or sit in his van for several hours for "no apparent" reason. good for the local cops being johnny on the spot. the AA people are still about. those folks have been screwing up since they got stationary that had our address on it. they used to be a block down before the theatre got renovated. i guess they got priced off of the block. does that make our block the ghetto? hmmmmmm. maybe frank should open a dirty book store. just kidding, i'll keep an eye on the door. have a good one
i figured sarcasm was a good way of highlighting the absurdity of things. one day a long time ago. maybe 2 summers ago. the AA office moved in across the street and with stationary with our address in otw, they would pop by looking for coffee. the ladies have a habit of leaving their keys in their door for whatever reason. considerring how loudly thing1 cackles, i assume they've had a few. this activity has since stopped (the AA people that is). i get the feeling that at this point, we have entered into the exagerration of things at this point. you see, we only have one pot dealer on the block, or rather had. i don't buy but i am aware of him or at least was. the lowe said something poignant once. "even in a good neighborhood, there is someone selling something. if there isn't, you aren't paying attention or you're lying". we also have a hallway in which sound carried very well. i think i would have noticed someone who didn't sound like my neighbors coming inside. also, there are two doors. it's not like the bastard's door is invisible. why didn't said AA guy knock on my door. are the girls just that lucky? the bastard smelled a rat.
more or less, the bastard tried to hold up his end but i am not my wife's keeper and i am not my friend's keeper so the door was sometimes left ajar. inevitably, the landlord go involved and asked us as well. i told him what i told the girls, that i try to. i figure end of story.....
—the bastard
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
minister of information 3
ok. ok. i'm really going to stop here but this one is too good.
Penn accuses Bush amid rescue chaos
this is london
The US government was accused of "criminal negligence" as hopes of finding survivors faded and the death toll from Hurricane Katrina continued to rise.
Holidaymakers returning to the UK spoke of the scale of the misery while one said leering police officers demanded young women flash their breasts in return for help.
Oscar-winning Hollywood actor Sean Penn, who has been assisting rescue efforts in New Orleans, said the US government did not "seem to be inclined to help".
"We were pulling drowning people out of the water, it's the ultimate distress and human suffering ... dead bodies," he told GMTV.
Penn said he had spent nine hours on Monday searching the water for people and during all that time he saw just three boats carrying US officials.
"There are people that are dying right now and I mean babies and old people and everybody in between - they're dying. There are people dying and (the US government are) not putting the boats in the water, I think that's criminal negligence. I don't think anybody ever anticipated the criminal negligence of the Bush administration in this situation."
The US authorities were also castigated by British bus driver Ged Scott, from Wallasey, Merseyside, who was on holiday in the New Orleans area.
He stayed in the Ramada Hotel during and after the devastation with his wife, Sandra, and seven-year-old son Ronan. At one stage, Mr Scott, 36, had to wade through filthy water to barricade the hotel doors against looters.
He told the Liverpool Daily Post: "I couldn't describe how bad the authorities were. Just little things like taking photographs of us, as we are standing on the roof waving for help, for their own little snapshot albums.
"At one point, there were a load of girls on the roof of the hotel saying 'Can you help us?' and the policemen said 'Show us what you've got' and made signs for them to lift their T-shirts. When the girls refused, they said 'Fine' and motored off down the road in their boat."
this comes on the heels of (and i'm SO gonna run the picture when i get's it). sean's pr stunt over the weekend in which his "rescue boat" (full of his entourage and camera people) sprung a leak and he had to bail out. oh and let's not forget his trip to iran. but i think the best one is the open letter from the iraqi people in which the collective people who wrote this gem implored penn to, "instead of coming back to Baghdad and annoying us with your entourage of cameras, go make something as funny as 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' again. We could use a laugh.” why not, i just got a laugh. sean, i know that your are trying to make lambasting the current administration the 13th step towards recovery but could you PLEASE crawl back into the bottle. you are making a bigger spectacle of yourself than when you were falling down drunk.
—the bastard
Penn accuses Bush amid rescue chaos
this is london
The US government was accused of "criminal negligence" as hopes of finding survivors faded and the death toll from Hurricane Katrina continued to rise.
Holidaymakers returning to the UK spoke of the scale of the misery while one said leering police officers demanded young women flash their breasts in return for help.
Oscar-winning Hollywood actor Sean Penn, who has been assisting rescue efforts in New Orleans, said the US government did not "seem to be inclined to help".
"We were pulling drowning people out of the water, it's the ultimate distress and human suffering ... dead bodies," he told GMTV.
Penn said he had spent nine hours on Monday searching the water for people and during all that time he saw just three boats carrying US officials.
"There are people that are dying right now and I mean babies and old people and everybody in between - they're dying. There are people dying and (the US government are) not putting the boats in the water, I think that's criminal negligence. I don't think anybody ever anticipated the criminal negligence of the Bush administration in this situation."
The US authorities were also castigated by British bus driver Ged Scott, from Wallasey, Merseyside, who was on holiday in the New Orleans area.
He stayed in the Ramada Hotel during and after the devastation with his wife, Sandra, and seven-year-old son Ronan. At one stage, Mr Scott, 36, had to wade through filthy water to barricade the hotel doors against looters.
He told the Liverpool Daily Post: "I couldn't describe how bad the authorities were. Just little things like taking photographs of us, as we are standing on the roof waving for help, for their own little snapshot albums.
"At one point, there were a load of girls on the roof of the hotel saying 'Can you help us?' and the policemen said 'Show us what you've got' and made signs for them to lift their T-shirts. When the girls refused, they said 'Fine' and motored off down the road in their boat."
this comes on the heels of (and i'm SO gonna run the picture when i get's it). sean's pr stunt over the weekend in which his "rescue boat" (full of his entourage and camera people) sprung a leak and he had to bail out. oh and let's not forget his trip to iran. but i think the best one is the open letter from the iraqi people in which the collective people who wrote this gem implored penn to, "instead of coming back to Baghdad and annoying us with your entourage of cameras, go make something as funny as 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' again. We could use a laugh.” why not, i just got a laugh. sean, i know that your are trying to make lambasting the current administration the 13th step towards recovery but could you PLEASE crawl back into the bottle. you are making a bigger spectacle of yourself than when you were falling down drunk.—the bastard
minister of information 2
...or the bastard flies his angry flag
kanye west doesn't care about white people
now the bastard knows that this isn't the truth. you see, i don't really have the all access pass the kanye's trailer at the latest boost mobile commercial set. that said, i couldn't vouch for kanye's likes or dislikes for white people or for red bean sherbert for that matter. let's backtrack, shall we? kanye west is an entertainer. kanye west probably doesn't have top secret clearance. kanye west was probably not in attendance at the last white house staff meeting. kanye west was probably not at anything top secret and the last briefs he probably saw were his own before he dropped them on the floor and took a shower this morning. now i'm not saying that he's dumb as a box of rocks but i'm also not going to say that he is a mind reader either. so that said, i don't think kanye west is qualified to talk shit about the president's likes and dislikes. or what he cares and doesn't care about. i have read in some music magazines (i think i'll say blender this time) that he's trying to shake his clean cut image. maybe he should just let his his dad's flag fly. perhaps he should have deviated from the script with ,"ray nagin should have mobilized that fuckload of school buses he didn't mobilize when he knew a storm was coming two days prior when he evacuated the city. it's easy to talk crap about a man you don't really know anything about. see, i just did it. where you at?
It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. —randall robinson
now randall robinson has since retracted this statement that he posted on the huffington post. god help me for linking you there. i can't believe that people don't see through this hack's (huffington that is, i'll get to robinson in a sec) stable of left wing hacks. i really should dig through it further to see how gwyneth paltrow feels about this tragedy. anyway robinson, is a social justice advocator. "social justice" is one of those terms (or euphemisms) which i have come to understand mean "marxist". until someone more centrist coins the term meaning otherwise, i'll keep this maintaining. to be fair, randall no doubt spurted out this little nugget in the heat of anger which is the bastard's natural habitat, i understand. but running off likr that is tantamount to yelling "fire" in a crowded movie theatre. what the hell?! perhaps mr robinson should be directing his anger for the situation at ray nagin? but blaming ray nagin, might screw up his whole theory on reparations.
Actor Brosnan says Bush 'has a lot to answer for'
i couldn't resist this one. pierce reports from deauville, france with this speacial little treat. he says, "this man called bush has alot to answer for". i think pierce brosnan has alot to answer for as well. he's got to answer for every film he's made since he left remington steele in the 80's. come on! dante's peak? the lawnmower man? after the sunset (selma hayek couldn't save that stinker)? those three alone are their own natural disasters! note to the media. i know we like our celebrities and we like it when they talky talk. but let's keep the questions to, "if you could be a tree, what kind would you be?". just a suggestion. what the hell do i know? now get back to work!
—the bastard
kanye west doesn't care about white people
now the bastard knows that this isn't the truth. you see, i don't really have the all access pass the kanye's trailer at the latest boost mobile commercial set. that said, i couldn't vouch for kanye's likes or dislikes for white people or for red bean sherbert for that matter. let's backtrack, shall we? kanye west is an entertainer. kanye west probably doesn't have top secret clearance. kanye west was probably not in attendance at the last white house staff meeting. kanye west was probably not at anything top secret and the last briefs he probably saw were his own before he dropped them on the floor and took a shower this morning. now i'm not saying that he's dumb as a box of rocks but i'm also not going to say that he is a mind reader either. so that said, i don't think kanye west is qualified to talk shit about the president's likes and dislikes. or what he cares and doesn't care about. i have read in some music magazines (i think i'll say blender this time) that he's trying to shake his clean cut image. maybe he should just let his his dad's flag fly. perhaps he should have deviated from the script with ,"ray nagin should have mobilized that fuckload of school buses he didn't mobilize when he knew a storm was coming two days prior when he evacuated the city. it's easy to talk crap about a man you don't really know anything about. see, i just did it. where you at?
It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. —randall robinson
now randall robinson has since retracted this statement that he posted on the huffington post. god help me for linking you there. i can't believe that people don't see through this hack's (huffington that is, i'll get to robinson in a sec) stable of left wing hacks. i really should dig through it further to see how gwyneth paltrow feels about this tragedy. anyway robinson, is a social justice advocator. "social justice" is one of those terms (or euphemisms) which i have come to understand mean "marxist". until someone more centrist coins the term meaning otherwise, i'll keep this maintaining. to be fair, randall no doubt spurted out this little nugget in the heat of anger which is the bastard's natural habitat, i understand. but running off likr that is tantamount to yelling "fire" in a crowded movie theatre. what the hell?! perhaps mr robinson should be directing his anger for the situation at ray nagin? but blaming ray nagin, might screw up his whole theory on reparations.
Actor Brosnan says Bush 'has a lot to answer for'
i couldn't resist this one. pierce reports from deauville, france with this speacial little treat. he says, "this man called bush has alot to answer for". i think pierce brosnan has alot to answer for as well. he's got to answer for every film he's made since he left remington steele in the 80's. come on! dante's peak? the lawnmower man? after the sunset (selma hayek couldn't save that stinker)? those three alone are their own natural disasters! note to the media. i know we like our celebrities and we like it when they talky talk. but let's keep the questions to, "if you could be a tree, what kind would you be?". just a suggestion. what the hell do i know? now get back to work!
—the bastard
Sunday, September 04, 2005
i wanted to be oshi, but they made me ori
...or on the end of the road
so i just got finished watching the big paris car chase in ronin and it got me thinking about the end of the road. being forced into retirement. kicking and screaming. going into that good night. into obscurity. and writing two to three word sentences. the tale of the 47 ronin is about 47 men who were forced out of their jobs dishonorably and of revenge and in a sense redemption. the bastard thinks that this is what we might want at the end of the day. not some stint at a retirement home. perhaps we want a little dignity. maybe it's like wild horses in a sense. when they know they are close to death they begin to run. and they keeo running until they hit it. because there is a dignity to going down running
this reminds the bastard of other things in other mediums. what comes to mind is frank miller's the dark knight returns and the dark knight strikes back. bat man is forced into retirement. as are other members of the justice league and ten years later when old bruce (and he is old in the book) comes out of retirement to set things right in his mind. in volume two (returns), he brings out the rest of league for one last shot at making it right. he closes it up as the cave and all of the things that were his blows up and robin comments on the destruction of the souvenirs of his crime fighting career burn and he replies, "i was sentimental back when i was old".
the bastard has long held this conclusion about the need for something to redeem you life in you own eyes. i started thinking closer on this reading the watchmen. yeah, it's a comic book as well. so back off. the bastard was always about the quick read. the education system nearly destroyed my desire to pick up a book so this is where i went. the watchmen deals with a pack of super heroes in an alternate present in which nixon was still president (yeah, nixon but, it's a minor detail really). these heroes retire peaceably and one by one go back into action. some of them crazier that when they originally went down the road. some of them a little too tight for their uniforms when they come back in. alan moore wrote it and it reads like a mystery in which this crazy paranoid vigilante named rohrshact is trying to solve a series of retired super hero murders. he pulls in some members of his old team and allthough it reads like a mystery, it feels like a search for meaning. i think theirs a market for this. the bastard doesn't know how ronin did at the box office but he does know that he wants to go down running.
—the bastard
so i just got finished watching the big paris car chase in ronin and it got me thinking about the end of the road. being forced into retirement. kicking and screaming. going into that good night. into obscurity. and writing two to three word sentences. the tale of the 47 ronin is about 47 men who were forced out of their jobs dishonorably and of revenge and in a sense redemption. the bastard thinks that this is what we might want at the end of the day. not some stint at a retirement home. perhaps we want a little dignity. maybe it's like wild horses in a sense. when they know they are close to death they begin to run. and they keeo running until they hit it. because there is a dignity to going down running
this reminds the bastard of other things in other mediums. what comes to mind is frank miller's the dark knight returns and the dark knight strikes back. bat man is forced into retirement. as are other members of the justice league and ten years later when old bruce (and he is old in the book) comes out of retirement to set things right in his mind. in volume two (returns), he brings out the rest of league for one last shot at making it right. he closes it up as the cave and all of the things that were his blows up and robin comments on the destruction of the souvenirs of his crime fighting career burn and he replies, "i was sentimental back when i was old".
the bastard has long held this conclusion about the need for something to redeem you life in you own eyes. i started thinking closer on this reading the watchmen. yeah, it's a comic book as well. so back off. the bastard was always about the quick read. the education system nearly destroyed my desire to pick up a book so this is where i went. the watchmen deals with a pack of super heroes in an alternate present in which nixon was still president (yeah, nixon but, it's a minor detail really). these heroes retire peaceably and one by one go back into action. some of them crazier that when they originally went down the road. some of them a little too tight for their uniforms when they come back in. alan moore wrote it and it reads like a mystery in which this crazy paranoid vigilante named rohrshact is trying to solve a series of retired super hero murders. he pulls in some members of his old team and allthough it reads like a mystery, it feels like a search for meaning. i think theirs a market for this. the bastard doesn't know how ronin did at the box office but he does know that he wants to go down running.—the bastard
every dog has her day 3
...or all's well that ends well
well after the lowe showed up with his dog the jz's dogs and their latest addition, "licorice" finally subdued and devored the lowe's dog. just kidding. the jz's came by and we were treated to the first time we had a crowd of guests in the apartment. turns out that the dogs of jz get along rather nicely with licorice. long sotry short, they took her home. i am rather impressed with brother in law jz's dog whisperer like knowledge of canines. then again, their first dog named "ozzie", was abused by his previous owner. jz and jz worked really hard to make this animal feel real welcome in their home and it took a year but, he's pretty alright in the head now.
so now it's off to the wilds of saugherties for licorice and it's back to our one pet household. while i van doesn't really have the capacity for jealousy, and he's not afraid of dogs, i'm sure he'll be happy to wander the living room floor freely without fear of dogs sniffing him (or her. blue tongued skinks can't be sexed until they are 6 months old so we have no idea what ivan is). now we can get back into our routine of the nice lady going to the gym and the bastard can get back to watching television, playing xbox, and pontificating on the merits of being a bastard. i must admit though, it feels kind of nice to save a life. now go do weekend things jerkface—the bastard
Saturday, September 03, 2005
minister of information 1
i'll get to more op ed about the mofo's and the dub's stuff but i have to pull something off of the mayor of new orleans:
"They don't have a clue what's going on down there," Nagin said. "They flew down here one time two days after the doggone event was over with TV cameras, AP reporters, all kind of goddamn -- excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed."
now he's entitled. or is he? let's take a looksy at this photo i just got from yahoo news:
the caption reads as follows:
An aerial view of flooded school buses in a lot, Thursday, Sept. 1, 2005, in New Orleans, LA. The flood is a result of Hurricane Katrina that passed through the area last Monday.(AP Photo/Phil Coale)
now let me ask you something, why is it that the mayor of new orleans didn't take advantage if his towns own resources to save his own people? he might have heard that a hurricane was coming through but he didn't think to mobilize these now underwater pieces of machinery to move his poorest out of dodge. wha happened? hmmmmmmmm? perhaps it was some forethought on ray nagins' part seeing as his poorest had to take refuge in them.i think though doth protest too much mr mayor. thou doth protest toooo much. more to come.
—the bastard
....developing...shiteyes
"They don't have a clue what's going on down there," Nagin said. "They flew down here one time two days after the doggone event was over with TV cameras, AP reporters, all kind of goddamn -- excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed."
now he's entitled. or is he? let's take a looksy at this photo i just got from yahoo news:
the caption reads as follows:
An aerial view of flooded school buses in a lot, Thursday, Sept. 1, 2005, in New Orleans, LA. The flood is a result of Hurricane Katrina that passed through the area last Monday.(AP Photo/Phil Coale)
now let me ask you something, why is it that the mayor of new orleans didn't take advantage if his towns own resources to save his own people? he might have heard that a hurricane was coming through but he didn't think to mobilize these now underwater pieces of machinery to move his poorest out of dodge. wha happened? hmmmmmmmm? perhaps it was some forethought on ray nagins' part seeing as his poorest had to take refuge in them.i think though doth protest too much mr mayor. thou doth protest toooo much. more to come.
—the bastard
....developing...shiteyes
Friday, September 02, 2005
When the fantasy goes awry
You know when Billy and Papa Bush get together, something has gone horribly wrong. I'm speaking of our former presidents of course. They got together with W to reach out to the fortunate (A.K.A the private sector and filthy rich) for help with the recovery of the victims of Hurricane Katrina. They got together for the Tsunami in the Pacific and were able to put together quite a relief package for the victims of the nations effected. But when they have to get together to call upon the upper class and private business communities to pitch in for this latest disaster in New Orleans (least we forget the rest of Coastal Lousiana and Mississippi) there is obviously a problem.
The thing is, there was a problem long before Hurricane Katrina came along. About 40 miles north of here is the County of Charlotte. Within Charlotte are the cities of Punta Gorda and Port Charlotte, both decimated by another Hurricane, Charley. There are still people living in those areas that have tarps covering their damaged roofs, people still waiting for their insurance companies to pony up what they promise in the TV commercials. Chris Rock said it best "they should call it 'in case shit'." In case shit happens, those companies, after taking premium after premium, deductible after deductible, will pay you back in order to restore what you have lost. But people in Charlotte County wait. On the Florida panhandle when you say the name Ivan people twitch. They are still punch drunk from a hurricane that came and went almost a year to the day. Insurance companies are doing the same dance. I'm sure those companies are in warm ups now for the dance of the century, cause let's face it, New Orleans will never be the same.
The interesting thing about it is that most of these people you've been seeing in pictures and on news reports were dirt poor before the storm came blowing through. When they said they lost everything they had, they did. There is no insurance for these people. They were struggling to pay the rent, much like a growing majority, including myself, are trying to do. We're trying to do it in an age where inflation is out of control, a child's education is an after thought, and our president is taking a vacation. For a month and a half! Yes, I realize that W has the all makings of the oval office down in Crawford, but it is paricularly intriguing that during his time at his ranch the country has gone to hell in a handbasket. And all he seems to be able to do is ride his horse and play the acoustic guitar (I imagine he is playing it badly, it makes me feel better). In other words he's hiding, not just from a woman who's son died in Iraq, but from a country he has failed. Iraq had free elections, great. They wrote a constitution, super great. But how is that helping me, how is that making me safe. How is that making my dollar worth more. Yeah, Sadaam was a bad, bad man, but is he as bad ass as the dude in North Korea who can reach San Fransisco with a nuclear missle, I think not. One of W's first actions as president was to give everybody a tax rebate, followed by a tax cut. Now I'm not an economist, but I've taking enough finance classes to know you can't fight a war without income. And where's your tax cut now? You are paying more for gas, milk and other essentials than you ever had. If you leave the country and exchange your money for say Euros or Yen, you're getting the short end of the stick. The tax cut was a scam to let the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, the oldest trick in the book. Reagan pulled it in the '80's and I was too young to matter and anybody my age back then was too coked up to notice, which brings me back to Billy and Papa Bush. Why were they sitting there hat in hand, asking for corporations and upper elite in this country to give to help those in New Orleans? Because the country is flat broke, "sorry Nawlings, we spent our last billion giving our soldiers in Iraq substandard equipment and my bonehead son gave y'all a tax cut a couple years back. Our bad." The Bastard (AKA He supported W in 2000 so he really is a bastard) was right, this is going to get worse before it gets better-but not just for New Orleans, but for everyone.
Florida gets a large portion of it's gas from the refineries in the Gulf of Mexico off the shores of Lousiana and Mississippi, so I woke up this morning to gas stations without gas. I work in a business that relies on new construction, without gas I can't get there to use my genenrator in order to use power tools on wood or steel or concrete that was delivered by a truck that takes gasoline or diesel in order to run. A family business that at the moment is two strong that could simply be wiped out because we can't get gas. And I live in THE fastest growing area in the entire state of Florida and one of the top five fastest growing areas in the country which means we can't build enough, but just take away our gas and inflate the housing market and check back with me in six months. I'll be back up in New York living with my parents apologizing to the elder for bad mouthing the Dark Lord of the Sith-I mean Local 3.
No, Captain Nemo and I aren't there yet, but do you see how easy it is to make that jump. These poor people in New Orleans were victims before the storm. Victims of government that, more often than not, has turned it's back on them, or worse, pretended they didn't exist. My cousin, who works in an administrative capacity for the company I work for, sent $100 dollars to a relief fund for the victims of this tragedy yeterday. $100 we didn't have, but it was the right thing to do. I joked today, after seeing that food and water was finally being air-lifted into the makeshift shelters, that if it wasn't for our $100 they still be thirsty and hungry. In hindsight it wasn't ajoke. If it wasn't for those $100, $50, whatever donation people could make, it wouldn't have happened. The Red Cross can only do so much. They are still reeling from last hurricane season, a mudslide in California, and a Tsunami in Asia. I think it's high time the insurance magnates, the Haliburtons, and old money establishments of this country pony up some dough for those of us who have given them their good fortune by not not burning them down to the fucking ground. Yes, I realize this is a capitalist society and that's the way it goes but there is no sale without a client, and the clients are getting restless. The American Dream is a fantasy, most of us aren't living it, we're just living...barely.
the motherfucking motherfucker.
People have commented that I come across in rage on this blog. Well, yeah, it's a writing style, but much more than that anyone who truly knows me knows I get a little nutziod when it comes to truth and justice. I put it to you this way: When it comes to this blog, consider the Bastard (AKA Viva Las Bastard) the Minister of Information, and consider me the Minister of War. "Me say war"
The thing is, there was a problem long before Hurricane Katrina came along. About 40 miles north of here is the County of Charlotte. Within Charlotte are the cities of Punta Gorda and Port Charlotte, both decimated by another Hurricane, Charley. There are still people living in those areas that have tarps covering their damaged roofs, people still waiting for their insurance companies to pony up what they promise in the TV commercials. Chris Rock said it best "they should call it 'in case shit'." In case shit happens, those companies, after taking premium after premium, deductible after deductible, will pay you back in order to restore what you have lost. But people in Charlotte County wait. On the Florida panhandle when you say the name Ivan people twitch. They are still punch drunk from a hurricane that came and went almost a year to the day. Insurance companies are doing the same dance. I'm sure those companies are in warm ups now for the dance of the century, cause let's face it, New Orleans will never be the same.
The interesting thing about it is that most of these people you've been seeing in pictures and on news reports were dirt poor before the storm came blowing through. When they said they lost everything they had, they did. There is no insurance for these people. They were struggling to pay the rent, much like a growing majority, including myself, are trying to do. We're trying to do it in an age where inflation is out of control, a child's education is an after thought, and our president is taking a vacation. For a month and a half! Yes, I realize that W has the all makings of the oval office down in Crawford, but it is paricularly intriguing that during his time at his ranch the country has gone to hell in a handbasket. And all he seems to be able to do is ride his horse and play the acoustic guitar (I imagine he is playing it badly, it makes me feel better). In other words he's hiding, not just from a woman who's son died in Iraq, but from a country he has failed. Iraq had free elections, great. They wrote a constitution, super great. But how is that helping me, how is that making me safe. How is that making my dollar worth more. Yeah, Sadaam was a bad, bad man, but is he as bad ass as the dude in North Korea who can reach San Fransisco with a nuclear missle, I think not. One of W's first actions as president was to give everybody a tax rebate, followed by a tax cut. Now I'm not an economist, but I've taking enough finance classes to know you can't fight a war without income. And where's your tax cut now? You are paying more for gas, milk and other essentials than you ever had. If you leave the country and exchange your money for say Euros or Yen, you're getting the short end of the stick. The tax cut was a scam to let the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, the oldest trick in the book. Reagan pulled it in the '80's and I was too young to matter and anybody my age back then was too coked up to notice, which brings me back to Billy and Papa Bush. Why were they sitting there hat in hand, asking for corporations and upper elite in this country to give to help those in New Orleans? Because the country is flat broke, "sorry Nawlings, we spent our last billion giving our soldiers in Iraq substandard equipment and my bonehead son gave y'all a tax cut a couple years back. Our bad." The Bastard (AKA He supported W in 2000 so he really is a bastard) was right, this is going to get worse before it gets better-but not just for New Orleans, but for everyone.
Florida gets a large portion of it's gas from the refineries in the Gulf of Mexico off the shores of Lousiana and Mississippi, so I woke up this morning to gas stations without gas. I work in a business that relies on new construction, without gas I can't get there to use my genenrator in order to use power tools on wood or steel or concrete that was delivered by a truck that takes gasoline or diesel in order to run. A family business that at the moment is two strong that could simply be wiped out because we can't get gas. And I live in THE fastest growing area in the entire state of Florida and one of the top five fastest growing areas in the country which means we can't build enough, but just take away our gas and inflate the housing market and check back with me in six months. I'll be back up in New York living with my parents apologizing to the elder for bad mouthing the Dark Lord of the Sith-I mean Local 3.
No, Captain Nemo and I aren't there yet, but do you see how easy it is to make that jump. These poor people in New Orleans were victims before the storm. Victims of government that, more often than not, has turned it's back on them, or worse, pretended they didn't exist. My cousin, who works in an administrative capacity for the company I work for, sent $100 dollars to a relief fund for the victims of this tragedy yeterday. $100 we didn't have, but it was the right thing to do. I joked today, after seeing that food and water was finally being air-lifted into the makeshift shelters, that if it wasn't for our $100 they still be thirsty and hungry. In hindsight it wasn't ajoke. If it wasn't for those $100, $50, whatever donation people could make, it wouldn't have happened. The Red Cross can only do so much. They are still reeling from last hurricane season, a mudslide in California, and a Tsunami in Asia. I think it's high time the insurance magnates, the Haliburtons, and old money establishments of this country pony up some dough for those of us who have given them their good fortune by not not burning them down to the fucking ground. Yes, I realize this is a capitalist society and that's the way it goes but there is no sale without a client, and the clients are getting restless. The American Dream is a fantasy, most of us aren't living it, we're just living...barely.
the motherfucking motherfucker.
People have commented that I come across in rage on this blog. Well, yeah, it's a writing style, but much more than that anyone who truly knows me knows I get a little nutziod when it comes to truth and justice. I put it to you this way: When it comes to this blog, consider the Bastard (AKA Viva Las Bastard) the Minister of Information, and consider me the Minister of War. "Me say war"
sort of silver lining
just read this really intersting story on salon.com. you'll probably have to get the free day pass but, it's worth it. it's a very surreal tale of some salon journalists sneaking into new orleans and parts are screwed up but, i did find out that the french quarter was 80-90 percent undamaged. now it's sort of messed up that the brennan family is down there at the restaurant they own (they own many) trading prime rib for showers at the royal omni hotel with the police but, in the long view the historical aspects are safe. however the much more important issue at hand is the fate of the people who aren't so lucky. this is going to get worse before it gets better and the nation is going to have to take a long look at this nations impovershed and what to do about it before its over—the bastard
funny thing about mother nature
or the mofo brought up some points that made me think:
funny thing about new mexico and the southwest for that matter is, they have their own separate daring mother nature issues...water. robbo works with a guy who used to live in vegas. vegas has lake mead (rocket fuel and all). it's the water supply for the whole southwest. i'm sure that there is other places that they get water from but lake mead is a big source. you have people in the southwest and california (who has to draw water from mead as well) who have lawns. kentucky bluegrass. do you know how much water you have to waste to keep kentucky bluegrass growing in the desert and/or dry steppe. i read a piece in the la times or the hollywood reporter and i cam across this bit about actress rene russo (there goes lethal weapon again). russo and her husband buy this place and have the garden redone in indigenous plants to the state of california. it cut her water bill down by one or two thirds. two thirds more so you can have grass like they have back east? what the hell are you thinking?
funny thing about the environmental movement. i came across this bit in the national review about the blame game on this. how environmentalists actually tried to blame the tsunami on global warming but tectonic shifts much to recovering heroin addict robert kennedy jr.'s chagrin, have nothing to do with global warming. there are similar rumblings with regard to katrina. global warming is contributing to stronger hurricanes. well according to the national weather service, the facts say otherwise. this is a natural phenomenon, and more of these storms struck land in the 1800's and the 1940's. so one can never really tell can we. on the other hand the bastard will no doubt eat his hat if we exceed 24 hurricanes strikes in this decade so, i'll have to get back to you on that in 2010. i'm sure you'll be waiting with baited breath.
and here's a wacky fact for you. this morning i heard on the news and the bastard wants to find out when the levees were built. you see, allthough only 92 category 3,4,5 hurricanes have made landfall since 1851 (not including this year's batch), new orleans' levees are only built to withstand category 3 hurricanes. i know that alot of opportunistic bush bashing has been going on since this happened and george did cut some funding to FEMA but, who the hell thought to build substandard levees? i would have built them to withstand category 10. ida know, maybe the technology didn't exist at the time but, it makes me wonder. my man jonny's world told me as he is taking FEMA course for the coast guard that storm surges develop into bigger thing in shallow water and the gulf is one big shallow pond. What are they thinking down there? I shouldn't presume but I have to wonder. And another thing, I'm sorry, I know this is a national tragedy but I can't get that bucking led zeppelin song out of my head. the worst part is, i'm not very familiar with the "song when the levee breaks" so the voices in my head inevitably go straight into "rhyming and stealing" by the beastie boys. it's like a hugely inappropriate curse i have on myself.
anyway, i don't know if we build these things (ie mofo's trade center example) to challenge mother nature or because engineers and city planners feel that these things are a testament to mankinds ability to live harmoniously with nature while polluting it but, there has to a time and a place for these city planners to occasionally take stock and improve. amsterdam did. they have a huge system for preventing floods. venice is building something to save venice. new orleans should have been thinking about this years ago instead of bringing in more riverboat casinos. ida know. the bastard's not there. the bastard can't understand it all. the bastard is glad his wife filled the gas tank before they raise the price of fuel this weekend. enjoy those SUVs, you suckers.
—the bastard
funny thing about new mexico and the southwest for that matter is, they have their own separate daring mother nature issues...water. robbo works with a guy who used to live in vegas. vegas has lake mead (rocket fuel and all). it's the water supply for the whole southwest. i'm sure that there is other places that they get water from but lake mead is a big source. you have people in the southwest and california (who has to draw water from mead as well) who have lawns. kentucky bluegrass. do you know how much water you have to waste to keep kentucky bluegrass growing in the desert and/or dry steppe. i read a piece in the la times or the hollywood reporter and i cam across this bit about actress rene russo (there goes lethal weapon again). russo and her husband buy this place and have the garden redone in indigenous plants to the state of california. it cut her water bill down by one or two thirds. two thirds more so you can have grass like they have back east? what the hell are you thinking?
funny thing about the environmental movement. i came across this bit in the national review about the blame game on this. how environmentalists actually tried to blame the tsunami on global warming but tectonic shifts much to recovering heroin addict robert kennedy jr.'s chagrin, have nothing to do with global warming. there are similar rumblings with regard to katrina. global warming is contributing to stronger hurricanes. well according to the national weather service, the facts say otherwise. this is a natural phenomenon, and more of these storms struck land in the 1800's and the 1940's. so one can never really tell can we. on the other hand the bastard will no doubt eat his hat if we exceed 24 hurricanes strikes in this decade so, i'll have to get back to you on that in 2010. i'm sure you'll be waiting with baited breath.
and here's a wacky fact for you. this morning i heard on the news and the bastard wants to find out when the levees were built. you see, allthough only 92 category 3,4,5 hurricanes have made landfall since 1851 (not including this year's batch), new orleans' levees are only built to withstand category 3 hurricanes. i know that alot of opportunistic bush bashing has been going on since this happened and george did cut some funding to FEMA but, who the hell thought to build substandard levees? i would have built them to withstand category 10. ida know, maybe the technology didn't exist at the time but, it makes me wonder. my man jonny's world told me as he is taking FEMA course for the coast guard that storm surges develop into bigger thing in shallow water and the gulf is one big shallow pond. What are they thinking down there? I shouldn't presume but I have to wonder. And another thing, I'm sorry, I know this is a national tragedy but I can't get that bucking led zeppelin song out of my head. the worst part is, i'm not very familiar with the "song when the levee breaks" so the voices in my head inevitably go straight into "rhyming and stealing" by the beastie boys. it's like a hugely inappropriate curse i have on myself.
anyway, i don't know if we build these things (ie mofo's trade center example) to challenge mother nature or because engineers and city planners feel that these things are a testament to mankinds ability to live harmoniously with nature while polluting it but, there has to a time and a place for these city planners to occasionally take stock and improve. amsterdam did. they have a huge system for preventing floods. venice is building something to save venice. new orleans should have been thinking about this years ago instead of bringing in more riverboat casinos. ida know. the bastard's not there. the bastard can't understand it all. the bastard is glad his wife filled the gas tank before they raise the price of fuel this weekend. enjoy those SUVs, you suckers.—the bastard
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Location, Location, Location
This mess in New Orleans got me thnking about how lucky I was last August when hurricane Charley came within a millimeter on a map from laying waste to the place I temporarily call home. It also got me thinking about Jean Babtiste Le Moyne, Sieur de Bienville.
Who is he you ask? He is the brain surgeon who decided to found a city below sea level back in the early 1700's. You see, for those who not aware, New Orleans is based below sea level. There are two man made dykes that keep the water from the Mississippi river and Lake Pontchatrain from doing what it is doing now, flooding the city. And that got me thinking. Is it human nature to dare Mother Nature to give us her best shot?
The World Trade Center was built in an area of Lower Manhattan that upon groundbreaking, engineers realized they had to come up with a way to stop the Hudson River from flooding the Battery. They built what would be called the bathtub. Basically a concrete foundation for the foundation of the towers to sit in. After 9/11, the bathtub burst, and was spraying the Hudson River all about ground zero, repairs were made and crisis averted. But again, why are we testing the power that nature holds?
I'm not afraid of much. I don't like heights but I can get a job done if need be. Doctors, well, if you know my history, you know I'm not a fan, but I go because it's the right thing to do. Not too afraid of dying cause I've been there a couple of times, (some say I'm like a cat, and I figure between my past health issues and the way I've ridden my bike for the last 15 years, I got about 6 lives left). And God, well,whether he or she exists i don't know,but I live my life to a certain ethic and the presence of a higher power doesn't enter into why. I am however afraid of Mother Nature. My man Miller once said "there is no God just Mother Nature, forever wild, bitch, forever wild!" No truer words could be spoken. We must respect her because if a Tsunami half way around the world didn't let you know, you better ask somebody after this little rainstorm Lousiana and Mississipi had.
People live in stilt houses on Laurel Canyon in California,, what the hell are they thinking. The San Andreas fault will take your house out faster than an angry Mel Gibson (see Lethal Weopon 2). Before Hurricane Andrew in '92 any wind stonger than 60 miles per hour could rip roof off here in purgatory. Good thing steps were taken to prevent a reoccurrence, (houses built in the sunshine state must be rated for 160 MPH winds).
So what's my point, let's all move to New Mexico where the worst thing that happens is you get that 110 degree dry heat? I don't know, you build the stilt house on the side of Mullholland Dr.,you might as well live in it. But keep this in mind, in a country so dependent on oil for life, you just lost a couple of refineries on the Gulf of Mexico for a few days, maybe weeks. You drive you're SUVs and you rebuild you're muscle cars that eat gas up like it's candy. You accept plastic bags because you think you are saving a tree. Well, Mother nature is letting you know, you keep raping me, and I'ma rape you back. If you want blood you got it. You want my oil, I'll take your refineries out, how you like me now?!! Wake up y'all. All those crack-pot scientists aren't so crack-pot. The way you consume fossil fuels is killing te planet, and emptying your wallet. Trade your SUV in for a smaller car. It doesn't have to be a hybrid, just something that doesn't run out of gas when you drive 10 miles. Instead of saving a tree, plant one, and ask for paper bags at you're local market. Anything made of plastic requires oil. Ride a fucking bike, car-pool, something, just don't be the reason why the world ends. You see what's happenning in new orleans,. the looting, the lawlessness, that could be your town. Oh, and if you own a Hummer, please do us all a favor and drive it off a cliff, you obnoxious fuck!
Wow, that one got away from me. But it's too late to turn back now, i believe, i believe, i believe I'm losing my mind.
mofo
Who is he you ask? He is the brain surgeon who decided to found a city below sea level back in the early 1700's. You see, for those who not aware, New Orleans is based below sea level. There are two man made dykes that keep the water from the Mississippi river and Lake Pontchatrain from doing what it is doing now, flooding the city. And that got me thinking. Is it human nature to dare Mother Nature to give us her best shot?
The World Trade Center was built in an area of Lower Manhattan that upon groundbreaking, engineers realized they had to come up with a way to stop the Hudson River from flooding the Battery. They built what would be called the bathtub. Basically a concrete foundation for the foundation of the towers to sit in. After 9/11, the bathtub burst, and was spraying the Hudson River all about ground zero, repairs were made and crisis averted. But again, why are we testing the power that nature holds?
I'm not afraid of much. I don't like heights but I can get a job done if need be. Doctors, well, if you know my history, you know I'm not a fan, but I go because it's the right thing to do. Not too afraid of dying cause I've been there a couple of times, (some say I'm like a cat, and I figure between my past health issues and the way I've ridden my bike for the last 15 years, I got about 6 lives left). And God, well,whether he or she exists i don't know,but I live my life to a certain ethic and the presence of a higher power doesn't enter into why. I am however afraid of Mother Nature. My man Miller once said "there is no God just Mother Nature, forever wild, bitch, forever wild!" No truer words could be spoken. We must respect her because if a Tsunami half way around the world didn't let you know, you better ask somebody after this little rainstorm Lousiana and Mississipi had.
People live in stilt houses on Laurel Canyon in California,, what the hell are they thinking. The San Andreas fault will take your house out faster than an angry Mel Gibson (see Lethal Weopon 2). Before Hurricane Andrew in '92 any wind stonger than 60 miles per hour could rip roof off here in purgatory. Good thing steps were taken to prevent a reoccurrence, (houses built in the sunshine state must be rated for 160 MPH winds).
So what's my point, let's all move to New Mexico where the worst thing that happens is you get that 110 degree dry heat? I don't know, you build the stilt house on the side of Mullholland Dr.,you might as well live in it. But keep this in mind, in a country so dependent on oil for life, you just lost a couple of refineries on the Gulf of Mexico for a few days, maybe weeks. You drive you're SUVs and you rebuild you're muscle cars that eat gas up like it's candy. You accept plastic bags because you think you are saving a tree. Well, Mother nature is letting you know, you keep raping me, and I'ma rape you back. If you want blood you got it. You want my oil, I'll take your refineries out, how you like me now?!! Wake up y'all. All those crack-pot scientists aren't so crack-pot. The way you consume fossil fuels is killing te planet, and emptying your wallet. Trade your SUV in for a smaller car. It doesn't have to be a hybrid, just something that doesn't run out of gas when you drive 10 miles. Instead of saving a tree, plant one, and ask for paper bags at you're local market. Anything made of plastic requires oil. Ride a fucking bike, car-pool, something, just don't be the reason why the world ends. You see what's happenning in new orleans,. the looting, the lawlessness, that could be your town. Oh, and if you own a Hummer, please do us all a favor and drive it off a cliff, you obnoxious fuck!
Wow, that one got away from me. But it's too late to turn back now, i believe, i believe, i believe I'm losing my mind.
mofo
every dog has her day 2
so we're in luck. my sister in law and her husband whom i will call jz1 and jz2 (because they married into the same initials) are coming in this weekend and i believe that they are staying over, which will be a feat unto itself due to our small sized place and their two dogs that come in tow. what we're conducting is an experiment. if the jz dogs get along with licorice, she will go back upstate with the jz's and live happily ever after until the nice lady and i find ourselves a house or our landlord changes his mind. i admit, i like the idea of having a dog around and i REALLY like the idea of having a dog that barks every time the neighbors come home but, the bastard is really glad that we can save a life. now i feel better—the bastard
...on looting and the 101er
anyway, i was perousing the mornings headline and i was reading a column by peggy noonan about the hurricane and its aftermath. now since the images have flooded in like the proverbial tide, i have seen alot of looting pics and it has actually rather sickened the bastard. i can understand, the shit is coming down and you don't have food and you have 2 bucks in your wallet. but hey the city is chest deep in water and i don't have any potable water and nothing to eat so i grab a gallon od deer park and some cold cuts. hell, i grab a whole chicken or rast beef right out of the deli so my family and whoever i'm huddled up with can eat too. it's the decent thing to do. but i don't think i could possibly show the world what a disgusting piece of humanity i am by stealing a flat screen television in the process. noona writes:
As for the tragic piggism that is taking place on the streets of New Orleans, it is not unbelievable but it is unforgivable, and I hope the looters are shot. A hurricane cannot rob a great city of its spirit, but a vicious citizenry can. A bad time with Mother Nature can leave you digging out for a long time, but a bad turn in human behavior frays and tears all the ties that truly bind human being--trust, confidence, mutual regard, belief in the essential goodness of one's fellow citizens.
now despite the bastard's pessimistc rantings, deep down inside, i used to think that we were all inherently good people. that in the end, in a crisis, we would all feel inclined to do the right thing by one another. maybe that's the catholic in me talking but i think he's pretty much dead inside now. people suck. no this isn't news to me but the bastard can dream can't he.maybe it's more like i woke up and you all suck.
—the bastard
another thought just occured to me as i clicked to start this post. this is my 101st post. small shit but i have a short attention span and i didn't think i'd still have interest in this.
As for the tragic piggism that is taking place on the streets of New Orleans, it is not unbelievable but it is unforgivable, and I hope the looters are shot. A hurricane cannot rob a great city of its spirit, but a vicious citizenry can. A bad time with Mother Nature can leave you digging out for a long time, but a bad turn in human behavior frays and tears all the ties that truly bind human being--trust, confidence, mutual regard, belief in the essential goodness of one's fellow citizens.
now despite the bastard's pessimistc rantings, deep down inside, i used to think that we were all inherently good people. that in the end, in a crisis, we would all feel inclined to do the right thing by one another. maybe that's the catholic in me talking but i think he's pretty much dead inside now. people suck. no this isn't news to me but the bastard can dream can't he.maybe it's more like i woke up and you all suck.
—the bastard
another thought just occured to me as i clicked to start this post. this is my 101st post. small shit but i have a short attention span and i didn't think i'd still have interest in this.
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