Everyone is freaking out about Romney’s video, about what a big scary jerk he is for saying something that, hey, not only needed to be said but has been said repeatedly in the comfort of many living rooms all over this nation.   At least Romney had enough balls to admit to it (even if it was to a roomful of rich elitist cunts).

Are there people who leach off the system?  Yep.  Do those people vote?  Yep.  Who do they generally vote for?  The ones who promise to keep that nipple shoved right in their greedy, entitlement-riddled mouths.   And who, exactly, are those promise keepers?  The ones who espouse big government and who continue to sell the snake-oil-soaked myth that government is there to help people.

I say, anyone who believes that the intention of government, big or small, is to help people are fooling themselves.

Hasn’t the welfare state shown beyond any doubt that it provides absolutely no incentives whatsoever to recoil from that poisoned breast?

Oh, and in case you were wondering – it should also be clear that the intention of government is to grow the government.  Period.  For these pukes in suits, it’s about job security.  Power.  Control.  Self-importance.  They have ideas that they want to propagate through the womb of democracy.   Oh well, good for them.  Penn Jillette said it best: “I don’t know what’s best for everybody.  I don’t even know what’s best for myself!”

I’m sure you’ve heard some equivalent of the following: “If we just elect the right people, everything will be okay.”  What utter self-deluding bullshit!

The irony about the Repugs and their high-and-mighty condemnations of big government is that they themselves are part of the problem.   On the other side of the aisle, the problem with the Republicrats (how quickly people forget that the U. S. of A. is a republic and not a true democracy in any sense of that word) is that they are just as guilty of the high-and-mightiness of which they accuse their Repug counterparts.  They should all be leaving people the fuck alone to screw up their lives any way they see fit.  (The ban in NYC on large sugary drinks comes to mind — more on this in a future post.  Sorry I’m all over the place — I’m just out of practice.)

I actually find Romney’s after-the-fact hemming and hawing to be much more offensive, that he’s not willing to fully own what he said in what was probably one of the most honest moments the man has had in his career.  If you’re a politician running for the highest office in the country, you have to be willing to say to an entire nation what you would say to a roomful of like-minded assholes.  Oh, but wait – politics is all about wearing many faces to many people.  Dishonesty.  That’s precisely why I don’t even participate in the democratic process anymore.

i.e.  I don’t vote.

There has been no candidate worthy of my support.  (The only reason I voted for Obama in 2008 — which, incidentally, was the very last time I voted — is because he wasn’t McCain/Palin.  When the only choice is, most often, the lesser of evils, how can a system like this sustain itself?)  The fact that this man Romney, and Obama, and the many men (and some women) like them, want to assert some authority over me, tell me what I can or cannot do, think, say, and then dare to tell me that it’s all in service to my better interests — that’s reason enough for me to suspect them and to suspend any trust in their leadership skills.

If I wanted to willingly submit to that kind of bullshit, I’d start going to church.

I have a new hero.

August 26, 2009

And his name is Brad.

This piece of brilliance more than makes up for his suck ass movie.

Death all around us.

June 29, 2009

Poor Farrah.  Christ, of all the days to go, you know?

“Coming up later, we’ll talk to Michael Jackson’s former publicist and find out what she thinks of this tragedy which could have been forestalled if his physician hadn’t been such a money hungry, yes-man geek.  Oh, yeah, and some chick named Farrah died?  We’ll take a look at her sobbing fat-head of an ex-husband and watch rare outtakes from her stupid reality show.”

What is it about death that suddenly makes us want to congregate around the wrong star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame?

Well, let’s face it.  Wacko Jacko transcended racial barriers.  He was a black man that white people could relate to, and then later in life, he was a white man that black people could relate to.


Q.  What’s the difference between Neil Armstrong and Michael Jackson?

A.  One did the moon walk, the other one fucks little kids.

And we lost the OxiClean guy, too.

But here’s the big pisser of them all:  Losing the Queen of the Blues.


May 7, 2009

(Sorry, I couldn’t resist it. )

You know, as much as I complain sometimes about my beloved state of Maine – snow on the ground 6 months out of the year, very rural, little culture, lousy job market, high taxes, an outrageous rate of alcoholism (including the highest per-capita consumption of Allen’s coffee-flavored brandy in the nation) – sometimes, we get things right around here.

Gov. John Baldacci finally came to his senses and signed into law the bill that will legalize gay marriage in this state.  The Democrat was, at one time, very much opposed to gay marriage (’cause he’s a Catholic – big surprise there) but he finally realized, as he put, that this was about “fairness”.  His words: “I have come to believe that this is a question of fairness and of equal protection under the law, and that a civil union is not equal to civil marriage.” Right-o!

Of course, all the religious wackos are already promising to launch a petition drive to put a people’s veto referendum on the ballot.  What the fuck is it with these people?  They really think that some god “up there” gives a damn about what people do with their genitalia?  Are we really living in a world where the idea of privacy, in the minds of the devout, is completely null and void, and that they have the divine authority to reinterpret the words of a few sand-strewn scribes from a previous era to whom the wheelbarrow was a major technological feat and use those reinterpreted words to hideously invade the most private and most basic of human functions?  Honestly, I just don’t get it with these nutcases.

Well, for now at least, I’ll be thrilled to see gay couples lining up to get their marriage licenses.  (Hey!  Those licenses cost money.  So do weddings and all the bells and whistles that go along with them.  And that’s good for the economy.  Sounds like a win-win to me.)  Maine’s neighbors to the west in New Hampshire are finally waking up, too.  Gov. Lynch, another Democrat, has been on the fence on this, and still is as of this writing, even as the passed bill sits on his desk awaiting his signature.  Let’s hope that reason and fairness will win out once again.

Ever read Everyone Poops by Taro Gomi as a kid?  Or to your own kids?  Well, whether you have or haven’t, enjoy this silly little laugh to brighten your day, or perhaps to knock you off of your self-made pedestal – it’s simply a reminder that you are all full of shit.