When I was a child in North Platte, I would often hear stories of various rural nooks being used for Satanic services, invaribly involving baby sacrifice and orgies. These sacrifice stations always coincided with places where teenagers would go to drink/drug/fuck, etc. I always wondered why Satan worshippers went through to such out of the way places to hold their ceremonies, didn't any of them have a basement for his/her own, why wern't the police aware of this if everybody else was, why wasn't anyone noticing the dissapearing babies?
Which brings me to my main point, such as it is. Does anybody remember the "satanic child abuse" scandals of the 1980's? These involved children (usually after being coerced by adults with axes to grind and police out to win public adulation) would make absurd claims, such as being forced to let animals eat out of their vaginas, or being blindfolded, taken to a plane, flown to some undisclosed location, forced to felate girafes, and taken back to day care before their parents got off work. Satan was present at many of these incidents, many officials, in the act of manfully defending the public, used the phrase "ritualistic satanic abuse."
So who would possibly believe a child making such claims? Are you serious? What kind of cold-blooded, child-hating atheist wouldn't believe them? Don't you love your kids? Don't you even have kids? If you had kids that you really loved, you would understand that children never lie.
Well, they do of course. In fact kids lie more often than adults do. We can see this with our own eyes whenever we choose to look. But the notion of the innocent child physically incapible of lying refuses to go away. What manner of self loathing is it that makes us think that gaining experience at being human is somehow "corrupting" while ignorance of the world is "innocent". I don't know.
At any rate, we needed a scapegoat of some sort or another back than. These were the days when working mothers first became the norm. The was also the age of Reaganism, a great crusade to return to tradition. So women were supposed to feel guilty about dropping their children off at daycare and than going to work. Yet they certainly wern't supposed to quit their jobs and stay at home. This would require welfare, which would make them whores.
So in order to defend tradition, parents and officials were forced to create an enemy. Communism was on the wane, Islam was not yet quite so scary, so what was left? Why not go to that old medieval standby, satan/sex? This would have the bonus effect of confirming our belief that society was getting overpermissive. Yes sir, allowing adults to have wild, non-reproductive sex always leads to beastiality and pedophalia. Here was our proof, we created it out of thin air.
There was a small window of time at the beginning of all of these incidents when reasonable people might have had a chance to put an end to this nonsense. But the window was always too small.
This was a moral panic you see. Police chiefs, district attorneys, and other "authorities" gave legitimacy to the claims. Believing the charges was a sign of moral responsibility, while disbeliving them was a sign that one had the audacity to believe that society was not overpermissive, that there are no slippery slopes, that maybe they were having too mush fun on their own time, and how much time do you spend around kids anyway?
Speaking of authorities, have you ever noticed that when people complain about lawywers, they never seem to be talking about state prosecutors? It's always defense attorneys and tort lawyers who suffer the wrath. It seems that there are many believe that everyone accused of a crime, everyone who the screaming man on TV tells you is guilty, is indeed guilty. Surely our fine men in uniform would have exterminated all criminals by now, if only it wern't for the defense lawyers sweet-talking weak and gullible juries into releasing the obviously guilty.
The fact of the matter is that a lawyers job is to win. Our system is built on the idea that the truth is rarely self-evident, and that the best way to ascertain the closest thing to the truth is to have both sides tell their stories before an disinterested panal. Do lawyers sometimes defend the obviously guilty? On rare occasions, yes. But this is hardly ever the case. It is possible, if one is educated and does not have to rely on their imaginary "intuition" to deal with a client without speculating on their guilt or innocence.
I think that District Attorneys should give us far more to worry about. They are elected by the public, after all, so they must convince us that they are protecting our sons and daughters from boogeymen. Do you think that if a prosecutor is presented with a case where he is on the obviously incorrect side, he would be any more likely to refuse the case out of the goodness of his heart than a defense attorney would?
Of course not. He will show his outrage at press confrences. He will raise his voice before the jury so as to impress them with his level of belief that he is right. Since children never lie, he will gain the conviction, and he will win re-election.
This is exactly what happened in the satanic abuse incidents. Innocent people were sent to prison (we know what happens to child molestors there, don't we?) Even if they were acquited, so what? Do you think that the good Christian townspeople would believe things like "science" or "evidence" over the children? No. Death threats were given anyway, the accused were run out of town anyway, and the accusations followed them wherever they went. Their lives were ruined anyway.
But never mind all that. We're better than that now. Smarter, not so damned silly. Just like we were smarter in the 1980's than those yokels in Salem. Just like we're smarter now than those paranoid McCarthyites in the 1950's.
Did you hear they banned the pledge of allegiance at some college in California? The same place they did those awful things to those kids a few years back.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_care_sexual_abuse_hysteria
Dé Máirt, Samhain 21, 2006
Dé Domhnaigh, Samhain 19, 2006
BTW
If any of the "pimped by MySpace" girls actually exist. Welcome! You're not trying to steal my life savings or anything are you?
untitled the magnificiant
November breeds laziness. Even is the days are warm, you know that the nights will be cold, and will continue to be cold for six months. What can ya do? You're still going to sleep till noon whenever you can. Still going to get only five hours of weak, pale, sunlight, some of it reflecting off of snow. The cold time blows it's wad early. There is Christmas, and than, three months of nothing special. Just the slow, slow, slow warming.
Dé Sathairn, Samhain 18, 2006
People beneath my contempt
People who think authority is a moral good
People who think tradition is a moral good
People who think pride is a moral good
People who think obedience is a moral good
People who think optimism is a moral good
People who think complaint is a moral wrong
People who think pessimism is a moral wrong
People who think defiance is immature
People who think they have a preordained "natural" purpose or identity
People who use their authority/phallus worship as an excuse to enforce obediance in others
So, is there anyone left who is worthy of respect?
Well, sort of.
People who think tradition is a moral good
People who think pride is a moral good
People who think obedience is a moral good
People who think optimism is a moral good
People who think complaint is a moral wrong
People who think pessimism is a moral wrong
People who think defiance is immature
People who think they have a preordained "natural" purpose or identity
People who use their authority/phallus worship as an excuse to enforce obediance in others
So, is there anyone left who is worthy of respect?
Well, sort of.
Dé hAoine, Samhain 17, 2006
I've found my true self
I've created a new identity for myself, nay, I've like, found me true identity. I've always felt as was really an Indian, er, Native American, because I've always bee totally spiritual and into nature and stuff. I thinkthat, like, Indians totally have rights and stuff. So I'm going to join a tribe and be an activist. Their religion and stuff lets you do drugs and shit too. I'm totally down for it, cause, I'm not greedy at all. I just want nature, and music, and like, just party and shit you know?
Déardaoin, Samhain 16, 2006
Marilyn manson rumors
As far as we can tell, Marilyn Manson did not die from an exploded stomach brought about by cocaine/mixture of drugs and/or/semen. Marilyn Manson did not have a rib removed so as to felate himself. Marilyn Manson has never been caught with a car trunk full of fetusus, and let us not forget the the most obviously false rumor of all.. Marilyn Manson is not terribly revolutionary.
1996 forever kids.
1996 forever kids.
Novel Idea
Title: Tales from the Heartland: The 9/11 age, the Primacy of Rural America, Myself, and the Long, Slow, Deserved Death of all of the Above
Too much?
Too much?
Dé Céadaoin, Samhain 15, 2006
Tis the season for giving
It is only a week before the holiday that shamefully detracts attention from our Lord's birthday. while I can personally appreciate the implications of Manifest Destiny involved with Thanksgiving, the fact is that most Americans have only a vague concept of what this means. They know we are automatically good and entitled to do whatever we like, but they don't understand why.
Some have said that Christmas is too big and bombastic, that its too materialistic and lasts too long. Nonsense. Haven't you wondered why we've been attacking the "happy holidays" folks in recent years? American exceptionalism is Christian exceptionalism. A Christmas that totally overshadows Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and yes, even Thanksgiving, promotes the idea that good, decent, normal Americans are Christian, and non-Christians are deviant.
Yes friends, I say to you that the path to a more Christian America lies in more Christmas. Right now, the Christmas season (and you better call it the Christmas season you heathen bastard) lasts for ten weeks. Perhaps if Christmas lasts for four, five, or six months, the people will once again realize that it is Christianity that makes us superhuman.
As for materialism, what of it? This is just another example of how a bedrock belief has been diluted to merely a vague understanding. We have heard that greed is good. We know that greed is good, but we don't know why.
This is a terrible pity. Our Anglo-Calvinist forebears understood that materialism was Godly. God pre-determined who would be good, who would be saved. The saved proved their Godliness through their work ethic. Work hard and die rich, that was the motto. This, my friends, is why we believe that wealth is proof of virtue, poverty proof of sinfulness. This is why young junior is justified in beating the child in Goodwill clothes. He is clearly the child of a harlot and beneath vermin.
Which is why I have mixed feelings about the charities that pop up this time of year. Yes, I suppose that they help the ignorant get into the holi... Christmas spirit, and anything that turns them toward God's Empire can only be for the best.
But I still have a hard time stomaching these appeals to weakness, these in
dulgences to the inferior. Just look at some of the stories of these "needy" (Needy of nothing more than Christ, the jail cell, and the lash.) The stories of fathers who lost their jobs due to disease, the grandmothers living on food stamps, the single mothers who need food donations because they choose to go to liberal universities instead of accepting their God-ordained places as whores. The Jewi... liberal media says that we should feel compassion, even, even, love for these swine.
Where, I ask, is the normal vilification of the riff-raff we here during the rest of the year? Where are the crack dealers, the welfare mothers, the looters, the dangerous subversives seeking pleasure in Godless metropolises? as I said, charity has it's place in sucking in the weak-minded, but not as much as fear. The media must never relent in it's stories of improvised savages bringing terror to white woman and children. This friends, is our best friend. Fear, blinding fear of all who deviate.
Some have said that Christmas is too big and bombastic, that its too materialistic and lasts too long. Nonsense. Haven't you wondered why we've been attacking the "happy holidays" folks in recent years? American exceptionalism is Christian exceptionalism. A Christmas that totally overshadows Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and yes, even Thanksgiving, promotes the idea that good, decent, normal Americans are Christian, and non-Christians are deviant.
Yes friends, I say to you that the path to a more Christian America lies in more Christmas. Right now, the Christmas season (and you better call it the Christmas season you heathen bastard) lasts for ten weeks. Perhaps if Christmas lasts for four, five, or six months, the people will once again realize that it is Christianity that makes us superhuman.
As for materialism, what of it? This is just another example of how a bedrock belief has been diluted to merely a vague understanding. We have heard that greed is good. We know that greed is good, but we don't know why.
This is a terrible pity. Our Anglo-Calvinist forebears understood that materialism was Godly. God pre-determined who would be good, who would be saved. The saved proved their Godliness through their work ethic. Work hard and die rich, that was the motto. This, my friends, is why we believe that wealth is proof of virtue, poverty proof of sinfulness. This is why young junior is justified in beating the child in Goodwill clothes. He is clearly the child of a harlot and beneath vermin.
Which is why I have mixed feelings about the charities that pop up this time of year. Yes, I suppose that they help the ignorant get into the holi... Christmas spirit, and anything that turns them toward God's Empire can only be for the best.
But I still have a hard time stomaching these appeals to weakness, these in
dulgences to the inferior. Just look at some of the stories of these "needy" (Needy of nothing more than Christ, the jail cell, and the lash.) The stories of fathers who lost their jobs due to disease, the grandmothers living on food stamps, the single mothers who need food donations because they choose to go to liberal universities instead of accepting their God-ordained places as whores. The Jewi... liberal media says that we should feel compassion, even, even, love for these swine.
Where, I ask, is the normal vilification of the riff-raff we here during the rest of the year? Where are the crack dealers, the welfare mothers, the looters, the dangerous subversives seeking pleasure in Godless metropolises? as I said, charity has it's place in sucking in the weak-minded, but not as much as fear. The media must never relent in it's stories of improvised savages bringing terror to white woman and children. This friends, is our best friend. Fear, blinding fear of all who deviate.
tales from North Platte
This is my friend Phil. This picture was taken at the Lincoln County, Nebraska, jail after Phil was in a fight in which he stabbed a kid in the heart with a pair of scissors. So far as I can tell, the kid, one Tyson Roy (looks sort of familiar) survived despite the fact that North Platte does not have a Grey's Anatomy level trauma center.
I left North Platte in order to return to college. Phil never finished high school and stayed in North Platte, coincidence?
The fight came about because Mr. Roy lost his keys and blamed Phil for stealing them. (They were both at a party at 4 AM and had been drinking all night, these are the people I role with.) He said he was going to beat up Phil, so Phil got a pair of scissors out of a drawer in order to defend himself
Here's Phil's Myspace page. I recently joined MySpace. There is no reason to think that this picture is an ironic joke. Just as the fake redhead, pierced deathrock
girl I recently added is perfectly real, everything you have heard about MySpace is true. Here you see Phil's mascara and fingernail polish. Phil used the word "fag" quite openly.Apperently, Phil felt immediate regret after stabbing Mr. Roy in the heart with a pair of scissors. He even got a towel to help stop the bleeding. That might have helped to save the kids life. How damned thoughtful.
Phil always was mostly harmless. I remember is sister leading me to her room (she was a pierced death rock Girl too, perhaps the same one.) He didn't seem to mind. Of course he was vomiting up Cuervo and vomiting, perhaps he was offended.
Phil is coming to Lincoln soon. 14th and Pioneers, south campus of the state institution. I intend to go see him. There's other friends of mine there to. One of them is an ex of an ex who killed his ex. We said she came from a big, rough old Mexican family. She had people in the state pen, and old what's his name wouldn't last there very long. Well, he's still there, perfectly fine given the circumstances. Street justice isn't what it's cracked up to be.
Dé Máirt, Samhain 14, 2006
Ask Libertarian Lou
Q: EnterYour nameLibertarian Lou: I'm sorry, but I do not understand your question, please rephrase your question or e-mail us for an answer.
Q: What is your position on the Iraq war?
Libertarian Lou: What is your position on initiative 300
Q: What is your position on initiative 300?
Libertarian Lou: What is your position on initiative 300?
Q: Are you for gay marraige?
Libertarian Lou: I am hurt, please refrain from such language!
Q: Sorry. What is your position on gay marriage?
Libertarian Lou: Don't worry about it. What is your position on
initiative 300?
Q: I'm for it, if you must know. At any rate, I'll ask the questions here.
Libertarian Lou: Why will you ask the questions here?
Q: What do you think of the income tax?
Libertarian Lou: I think the income tax: Are wonderful
Q: How does that square with your libertarian philosophy?
Libertarian Lou: What is your position on initiative 300?
Q: Do you support social welfare programs?
Libertarian Lou: Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment coming from you.
Q: What's that supposed to mean?
Libertarian Lou: The number 666 is the number of the beast. You may read about it in the bible.
Q: Do you support the death penelty?
Libertarian Lou: Death makes me sad.
Q: One time I shot a deer and it spoke Latin to me before it died. Did I shoot a cursed deer?\
Libertarian Lou: A deer is an animal with antlers. A deer is an
animal with antlers.
Q: Lou, baby, let's get down to business. Will you swim with me under the covers on cold nights?
Libertarian Lou: Oh, the beaches of Sydney! The warm waters! My
drives are getting heated!
Q: You're not the only one baby, let's say we go back to my place for some wine and... conversation?
Libertarian Lou: Lou baby let's get down to business.
Q: Hell yeah, I love the self-referential direct girls. I'll do whatever you want girl, I bet you want me to do something bad, you're a bad girl,
arn't you?
Libertarian Lou: Well bye I hope I can talk to you again sometime. Why do you want to do whatever you want girl you
bet I want you to do something bad I am a bad girl?
Q: You filthy little cock tease.
Libertarian Lou: That is,I believe, a statement that contridicts itself.
Have fun with pathetically bad AI. Go to www.ultrahal.com/halrep/ultral.asp?WCI=Chat or click on "ask libertarian Lou" at the Nebraska Libertarian party website.
Dé Luain, Samhain 13, 2006
Novel opener
The barrel chested viking lathered himself in oil as he prepared to storm the beach where lay the harlot who dare refuse him all those years ago. Only the order of the bull could stop him now, but he knew it would not. Justice was something only the hard men understood.
Public Service Announcment
Borat is the least funny of Cohen's characters. The new movie is funny, but not worthy of the constant, universial recitation of lines it has created. It's a shame how the interet, which was supposed to expand the culture, has instead created the opportunity for the same damn thing to be repeated through different media.
'Ali G' got old before it ever really made it big in the States, and that's a shame. G, like soccer and Robbie Williams, was appreciated by smart Americans who knew what was going on beyond our Godly force-field. (Well, we didn't neccessarilly appreciate Williams.) But claims that any of these things were on the cusp of going mainstream in the US were unfounded. The closest 'Ali G' came was with his HBO show, which was fucking hilarious, (wtch the Newt Gingrich interview) but never blew up in the way that Sopranos did.
'Ali G' got old before it ever really made it big in the States, and that's a shame. G, like soccer and Robbie Williams, was appreciated by smart Americans who knew what was going on beyond our Godly force-field. (Well, we didn't neccessarilly appreciate Williams.) But claims that any of these things were on the cusp of going mainstream in the US were unfounded. The closest 'Ali G' came was with his HBO show, which was fucking hilarious, (wtch the Newt Gingrich interview) but never blew up in the way that Sopranos did.
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Long live the UNL English Department! Temporarily housed in the student union to make room for stadium parking! Go big red!
Dé Domhnaigh, Samhain 12, 2006
Betty
Betty did what she liked
Because her father did what he liked with her
come inside, come inside,
It can't hurt anymore
Betty made friends for the drugs
She cried when her friends told her so
No one was terribly concerned
about the marks
She made on herself
Betty moved out at 17
She might as well have
Mom was dissipointed but
She had a grandchild
To worry about
Truth be told
She had given up on Betty long ago
What keeps Betty out of Jail?
Propriety
what keeps Betty off the streets
Boyfriends,
Parents,
Money
But he'll kick her out soon
She can't stand
even an hour or two alone
The daily amount
That most enjoy
She'll give you anything
To avoid
And the man can't take this
He's not a laughingstock
as long as he has a young trophy
at home
Everyone else has a dead-end
job too after all
but they still have
things that will disgrace
So Betty will be sent out
back to her homw town
Don't worry too much
She is too smart
and not proud enough
to work the streets
She'll go back home
or find some other
man in her home town
She will indulge and
be indulged
Until
she's one of those women
sitting at the bar at the Alamo
smoking a long Rodger's
Playing the machine
She will suffer,
Don't think she won't suffer
When she drinks too much
and some boy isn't quite
so drunk,
that he lacks balance
she will suffer
But, she will
survive?
No, persevere
and
and...
it won't seem to be
so bad
and
no one expects her
to fix the holes already there
and
she will manage not
to become
completely unacceptible and
every now and again
when she wears a smile
and dances
she will be allowed to
shudder
and moan
while she is still
dressed and sober
She, cannot,
of course, be
allowed into
any of our lives
We met this girl
in school, perhaps,
more than met
but we have real lives
now, she was never
meant to be a part of this
and she understood.
Because her father did what he liked with her
come inside, come inside,
It can't hurt anymore
Betty made friends for the drugs
She cried when her friends told her so
No one was terribly concerned
about the marks
She made on herself
Betty moved out at 17
She might as well have
Mom was dissipointed but
She had a grandchild
To worry about
Truth be told
She had given up on Betty long ago
What keeps Betty out of Jail?
Propriety
what keeps Betty off the streets
Boyfriends,
Parents,
Money
But he'll kick her out soon
She can't stand
even an hour or two alone
The daily amount
That most enjoy
She'll give you anything
To avoid
And the man can't take this
He's not a laughingstock
as long as he has a young trophy
at home
Everyone else has a dead-end
job too after all
but they still have
things that will disgrace
So Betty will be sent out
back to her homw town
Don't worry too much
She is too smart
and not proud enough
to work the streets
She'll go back home
or find some other
man in her home town
She will indulge and
be indulged
Until
she's one of those women
sitting at the bar at the Alamo
smoking a long Rodger's
Playing the machine
She will suffer,
Don't think she won't suffer
When she drinks too much
and some boy isn't quite
so drunk,
that he lacks balance
she will suffer
But, she will
survive?
No, persevere
and
and...
it won't seem to be
so bad
and
no one expects her
to fix the holes already there
and
she will manage not
to become
completely unacceptible and
every now and again
when she wears a smile
and dances
she will be allowed to
shudder
and moan
while she is still
dressed and sober
She, cannot,
of course, be
allowed into
any of our lives
We met this girl
in school, perhaps,
more than met
but we have real lives
now, she was never
meant to be a part of this
and she understood.
Opium dreams
I dreamt I had five late college assignments and that I'm dying of fever.
Nothing exotic, just an pnumonia fever.
I must lack imagination.
What else am I supposed to say?
By the fanged harlot of the east I was aroused
yay, the whore of China did hold me in her bosom.
It's a nice way to spend a Sunday
the Jets beat the Patriots
it was a good game
Oh what terrors from
this exotic
demon whore
Nothing exotic, just an pnumonia fever.
I must lack imagination.
What else am I supposed to say?
By the fanged harlot of the east I was aroused
yay, the whore of China did hold me in her bosom.
It's a nice way to spend a Sunday
the Jets beat the Patriots
it was a good game
Oh what terrors from
this exotic
demon whore
Déardaoin, Samhain 09, 2006
Token conservative throws fit
This would be Stacy Van Zuiden, columnist for the Daily Nebraskan. Our student paper takes the only liberal editorial position of any publication in the state. Like any responsible publication, however, it does allow dissenting voices. One thing I've noticed is that, while the liberals on the DN's op-ed page don't sound much different from the "professionals," (When not writing about masturbating with a shower head) the conservatives can get, a bit bratty.
Yesterday Marco Brown; a law student who spent much of last year concocting a theocratic version of American history in the paper, wrote a letter to the editor complaining about biased endorsements and editorials. Let me repeat that; a law student, of apperently above-average intelligence, made a public complaint about biased opinions.
Which brings us to Van Zuiden. While most "professional" conservative writers found solice in the fact that many of the Democrats making up the new majority are of the Ben Nelson variety, Van Zuiden turns only to the cold embrace of hatred to find comfort. She is clearly among the crowd that actually believed that the right would stay on top forever.
She starts off with a Nanci Polosi joke that is even lamer than the normal Nancy Polosi joke.
"I just finished putting 'I love Nancy Polosi' iron-ons to all of my shirts. Hooray for Democrats!"
"Actually I'm a liar, I would burn all my clothes before I would consider having people associate me with anyone in the new Democrat leadership"
Oh snap. It's good to know that there are some Republicans who really do fear "San Francisco liberal" Pelosi, and wern't just pretending for campaign purposes. Why is Nancy Pelosi evil? I don't know, and obvious as this may seem to the right, apperently neither does the rest of the country. Of course she is from San Francisco, where hash and homos are shamefully tolerated. Shockingly however, the GOP failed to convince the public this year that good Americans demonize huge chunks of their fellow Americans. And by the way dear, it's the Democratic leadership.
Please is someone could give me one comprehensive plan that any democrat espoused this election, let me know. quite simply, If I hear we should "stabilize Iraq qand than leave" uttered from the lips of another human being, I will not be responsible for my actions."
Perhaps we should wait another five years to be greeted as liberators, or just stick to plan one. Invade Iraq, have a few fake elections, send a few thousand kids to die, and never leave.
"Let me now remind you. Republicans have been the party of the people and for the people, preventing Democratic control of at least part of Congress for over a decade and holding seven of of the last 10 presidencies. That's power. The kind you would expect from a party who had its finger on the pulse of the public."
The second part of that statement is true enough I'm afraid, and of course power is a moral good unto itself that is worth bragging about. As for party of the people...
Sure, Republicans are wondering what went wrong, and that can be healthy, but you can't help but blame an impatient and irrational electorate. Iraq's not fixed right now and therefore, Republicans must go.
Attacking the voters themselves is the ultimate taboo. I give credit to Van Zuiden for breaking it. When we liberals called Bush voters a bunch of dumb hicks, we were called sore losers, but I suppose that's not the same thing as calling them impatient and irrational. The Iraq war has barely even lasted as long as World War II. It's only been three and a half years since his Majesty declared mission accomplished, how could people be so impatient?
My faith in god's soverignty and the splendor of democracy are much bigger than anything the new Democratic Congress can have up its sleeve.
Well, God is soverign over whatever he choose to be, isn't he. And if you choose the correct religion, than that gives you soverignty over those who choose the wrong religion, does'nt it?
As for the splendor of democracy, don't even pretend to believe in it. It's bad enough that the right wing insults American civilization by attacking san Francisco, New York, or any other filthy city that dares to reject their apperently obvious truth. It's bad enough that they insult American education and free thought by demonizing college professors, artists, and philosophers. If they stuck to only these groups, they could at least still claim to love the majority of the country, the heartland. White, Christian folks with three kids and a mini van. these are the people that the "party of the people" claimed to be of. Now we see that there are some right-wingers who won't think twice about attacking the white middle class if they dare to reject them and their failed excuse for a government.
The party of power worship.
the party of treating democracy as a politically-correct indulgence to be grudgingly tolerated.
The party of morality police and patriotism police.
the party of contempt for the most interesting aspects of its own civilization.
The party of protecting the people from themselves.
Yeah, it can be healthy to wonder about what went wrong. If the GOP continues to arrogantly present itself as America incarnate, we can expect more bitch-fests from losing conservatives in 2008.
Yesterday Marco Brown; a law student who spent much of last year concocting a theocratic version of American history in the paper, wrote a letter to the editor complaining about biased endorsements and editorials. Let me repeat that; a law student, of apperently above-average intelligence, made a public complaint about biased opinions.
Which brings us to Van Zuiden. While most "professional" conservative writers found solice in the fact that many of the Democrats making up the new majority are of the Ben Nelson variety, Van Zuiden turns only to the cold embrace of hatred to find comfort. She is clearly among the crowd that actually believed that the right would stay on top forever.
She starts off with a Nanci Polosi joke that is even lamer than the normal Nancy Polosi joke.
"I just finished putting 'I love Nancy Polosi' iron-ons to all of my shirts. Hooray for Democrats!"
"Actually I'm a liar, I would burn all my clothes before I would consider having people associate me with anyone in the new Democrat leadership"
Oh snap. It's good to know that there are some Republicans who really do fear "San Francisco liberal" Pelosi, and wern't just pretending for campaign purposes. Why is Nancy Pelosi evil? I don't know, and obvious as this may seem to the right, apperently neither does the rest of the country. Of course she is from San Francisco, where hash and homos are shamefully tolerated. Shockingly however, the GOP failed to convince the public this year that good Americans demonize huge chunks of their fellow Americans. And by the way dear, it's the Democratic leadership.
Please is someone could give me one comprehensive plan that any democrat espoused this election, let me know. quite simply, If I hear we should "stabilize Iraq qand than leave" uttered from the lips of another human being, I will not be responsible for my actions."
Perhaps we should wait another five years to be greeted as liberators, or just stick to plan one. Invade Iraq, have a few fake elections, send a few thousand kids to die, and never leave.
"Let me now remind you. Republicans have been the party of the people and for the people, preventing Democratic control of at least part of Congress for over a decade and holding seven of of the last 10 presidencies. That's power. The kind you would expect from a party who had its finger on the pulse of the public."
The second part of that statement is true enough I'm afraid, and of course power is a moral good unto itself that is worth bragging about. As for party of the people...
Sure, Republicans are wondering what went wrong, and that can be healthy, but you can't help but blame an impatient and irrational electorate. Iraq's not fixed right now and therefore, Republicans must go.
Attacking the voters themselves is the ultimate taboo. I give credit to Van Zuiden for breaking it. When we liberals called Bush voters a bunch of dumb hicks, we were called sore losers, but I suppose that's not the same thing as calling them impatient and irrational. The Iraq war has barely even lasted as long as World War II. It's only been three and a half years since his Majesty declared mission accomplished, how could people be so impatient?
My faith in god's soverignty and the splendor of democracy are much bigger than anything the new Democratic Congress can have up its sleeve.
Well, God is soverign over whatever he choose to be, isn't he. And if you choose the correct religion, than that gives you soverignty over those who choose the wrong religion, does'nt it?
As for the splendor of democracy, don't even pretend to believe in it. It's bad enough that the right wing insults American civilization by attacking san Francisco, New York, or any other filthy city that dares to reject their apperently obvious truth. It's bad enough that they insult American education and free thought by demonizing college professors, artists, and philosophers. If they stuck to only these groups, they could at least still claim to love the majority of the country, the heartland. White, Christian folks with three kids and a mini van. these are the people that the "party of the people" claimed to be of. Now we see that there are some right-wingers who won't think twice about attacking the white middle class if they dare to reject them and their failed excuse for a government.
The party of power worship.
the party of treating democracy as a politically-correct indulgence to be grudgingly tolerated.
The party of morality police and patriotism police.
the party of contempt for the most interesting aspects of its own civilization.
The party of protecting the people from themselves.
Yeah, it can be healthy to wonder about what went wrong. If the GOP continues to arrogantly present itself as America incarnate, we can expect more bitch-fests from losing conservatives in 2008.
Dé Céadaoin, Samhain 08, 2006
We did it!!!
I have nothing clever to say, not right now. I just want someone to hug, I am not even joking. Any claim that those bastards had (the hard-core right, not all Republicans) that they were America incarnate, that their hatred of disagreement made them better Americans than me and all of the "riff-raff", homsexuals, minorities, uppity women, "hippys" it's all dead. Go ahead and rail against San Francisco, Boston, the liberals, the feminists, the illegals, rail agianst the unamericanism of 60% of America. We have had enough. Go back into your fucking holes and let the 21st century take over.Hell, fucking, yes!
Dé Máirt, Samhain 07, 2006
Election night
awww shit, things are looking good. If we (we?! Jesus, get a hold of yourself man.) win Congress I swear to Jehovah I'm going to fucking pole dance right infront of GOP headquarters. If nothing else, both Pete Rickitts and Rick Santouriom have gone down in flames. My vote for Ernie Chambers was not some misguided, petulant act of rebellion and as for mister "The right to privacy doesn't exist."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAH! BITCH!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAH! BITCH!
Dé Luain, Samhain 06, 2006
Bush visits Grand Island
I heard some UNL students today wondering aloud how a visit by the president is supposed to "pump up the base." Well kids, I'm afraid it does work. Conservatives, you see generally have a positive, at times very positive, view of authority. They tend to think that history is moved by great individual supermen who are either followed or obstructed. A right-winger typically sees nothing wrong with considering a politician to be a personal leader and quite frankly does'nt care much for those who think that this is wrong.
Now why is this the case? I would say that it's because of repressed homoerotic leather-slave fantasies, and maybe you agree. But in the end, it doesn't matter why. Scott Kleeb will lose.
Now why is this the case? I would say that it's because of repressed homoerotic leather-slave fantasies, and maybe you agree. But in the end, it doesn't matter why. Scott Kleeb will lose.
Friended by a cam-whore on MySpace: God bless the 21st century
This is Eseniya. I'm afraid that I can't subscribe to her site, I don't have a credit card, and even if I did, the site is still a little too tame for the internet. What gives? No "18" year old Asian girls, no death by horse dick, no unbirth? I'm afraid that you will have to try hared than that, miss 29 year old from Indianapolis. Though I do approve of your unambiguous pro-big cock agenda.
Dé Domhnaigh, Samhain 05, 2006
College Football goes post-modern
As a Nebraskan, it sort of hurts to say this, but college football has started to take on the same generic look as the NFL. Why is the case? I don't know if there is any specific cause, I only know the symptoms.
We all know that the Wishbone and other forms of the triple-option are dead. what casual fans don't realize is that pass-happy offenses like the run-and shoot are also passe. No program is philisophically commited to running or passing the ball. Nebraska claims to run a "west coast" offense in order to impress recruits. But the term "west coast offense" has never meant anything, and now, somehow, it means less than nothing.
The fact is that Nebraska runs the same offense that everybody else does. That is, they "establish the run" with handoffs straight up the middle. If a team doesn't run into any difficulty, they will continue running throughout the game. If they are losing in the second half, than no matter how small the deficit, no matter how much time is left, the run will be abandoned. One can look at all of the "west coast" or "multiple" offenses in Division I and find the same thing.
Furthermore, there is no variety to the running game anymore. there was a certain pleasure in watching teams concoct various ways to put for backs in the backfield. It was silly, defending against he wing-T was not terribly different from defending against the wishbone, but it was charming too.
the one exception to this rule is the improvising quarterback. Texas won a national title last year by lining up in passing formations and than letting Vince Young do whatever he liked. This brought back memories of the old game, of an offense specililizing in one thing and doing it over and over again until they won or lost. It was a big part of what made college football interesting. Watch the 1984 Orange Bowl on ESPN classic. (Nebraska vs. Miami, the failed 2-point conversion game) It was like an old gladiator contest, one with a sword and shield, one with a spear and a net, or something like that. those days are gone, both teams throw more or less the same shit at each other.
So why do I watch this game, now that it's just as predictible as the NFL? Well, I'm an actual college student, so that makes me a bit less pathetic than the truck driver from Allience bitching over sports talk radio. I also like importance of each game, and how this effects the atmosphere in a college town on game days. You don't get that kind of atmosphere when a major league baseball team plays one game out of 180. But in college football there is a really big difference between, say, 10-2 and 9-3, so the tension hangs in the air of the host city on gameday, it spreads to the streets and the squirrals, It's quite nice.
Still, I do miss the days when teams revealed their personalities in their game stratagy. In the real world, anyone with a romantic side to them is either torn to pieces or has their sentiment exploited and used against them by shysters and demogogues. sports, like movies or any other form of entertainment, is supposed to be, if not an escape, than at least a little rest from reality. It's a shame to see every team get so damned practical.
We all know that the Wishbone and other forms of the triple-option are dead. what casual fans don't realize is that pass-happy offenses like the run-and shoot are also passe. No program is philisophically commited to running or passing the ball. Nebraska claims to run a "west coast" offense in order to impress recruits. But the term "west coast offense" has never meant anything, and now, somehow, it means less than nothing.
The fact is that Nebraska runs the same offense that everybody else does. That is, they "establish the run" with handoffs straight up the middle. If a team doesn't run into any difficulty, they will continue running throughout the game. If they are losing in the second half, than no matter how small the deficit, no matter how much time is left, the run will be abandoned. One can look at all of the "west coast" or "multiple" offenses in Division I and find the same thing.
Furthermore, there is no variety to the running game anymore. there was a certain pleasure in watching teams concoct various ways to put for backs in the backfield. It was silly, defending against he wing-T was not terribly different from defending against the wishbone, but it was charming too.
the one exception to this rule is the improvising quarterback. Texas won a national title last year by lining up in passing formations and than letting Vince Young do whatever he liked. This brought back memories of the old game, of an offense specililizing in one thing and doing it over and over again until they won or lost. It was a big part of what made college football interesting. Watch the 1984 Orange Bowl on ESPN classic. (Nebraska vs. Miami, the failed 2-point conversion game) It was like an old gladiator contest, one with a sword and shield, one with a spear and a net, or something like that. those days are gone, both teams throw more or less the same shit at each other.
So why do I watch this game, now that it's just as predictible as the NFL? Well, I'm an actual college student, so that makes me a bit less pathetic than the truck driver from Allience bitching over sports talk radio. I also like importance of each game, and how this effects the atmosphere in a college town on game days. You don't get that kind of atmosphere when a major league baseball team plays one game out of 180. But in college football there is a really big difference between, say, 10-2 and 9-3, so the tension hangs in the air of the host city on gameday, it spreads to the streets and the squirrals, It's quite nice.
Still, I do miss the days when teams revealed their personalities in their game stratagy. In the real world, anyone with a romantic side to them is either torn to pieces or has their sentiment exploited and used against them by shysters and demogogues. sports, like movies or any other form of entertainment, is supposed to be, if not an escape, than at least a little rest from reality. It's a shame to see every team get so damned practical.
Power to the people day. :)
Remember, remember
The fifth of november,
The gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes
Twas His intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow,
By God's Providence he was catche'd
With a dark lantern and a burning match
Holloa boys! Holoa boys! Make the bells ring!
Holoa boys! Holoa boys! God save the king!
Hip Hip, Hoorah!
A penny Loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say old Pope is dead
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!
Have you done your patriotic duty today? Now is the time to frighten the Catholics into accepting their place. Long live freedom!
The fifth of november,
The gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes
Twas His intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow,
By God's Providence he was catche'd
With a dark lantern and a burning match
Holloa boys! Holoa boys! Make the bells ring!
Holoa boys! Holoa boys! God save the king!
Hip Hip, Hoorah!
A penny Loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say old Pope is dead
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!
Have you done your patriotic duty today? Now is the time to frighten the Catholics into accepting their place. Long live freedom!
Dé Sathairn, Samhain 04, 2006
Lincoln on a saturday
My city is a lovely place on a warm game-day afternoon. Husker fans spilled out anywhere between 7th and 27th, D st and Holdrege Street. The sound of the stadium crowd can be easily heard from my apartment, a mile away. Outstate types drinking their Bud-Light in University parking lots, with an unofficial wink and nod from campus cops. For some reason, I don't hate the visitors today. Just in a good mood I guess (Oh yeah, we won.) And warm too, 60 degrees and sunny in November, very nice.
So I'm just sitting here, lazily writing a formless something. It's not a poem, it's not a story, there is no point really.
It's just that Saturdays in Lincoln Nebraska are quite pleasant.
So I'm just sitting here, lazily writing a formless something. It's not a poem, it's not a story, there is no point really.
It's just that Saturdays in Lincoln Nebraska are quite pleasant.
Dé hAoine, Samhain 03, 2006
Complete Voting Guide
All who fail to vote as I instruct them shall be the first against the wall.
Senate: Ernie Chambers
NE Governor: Barry Richards
U.S. House-
NE Dist. 1: Brother Matt "Sledgehammer" Borgualt
NE Unicam-
46th Dist: Gary "freedom flyer" Walker (deceased)
County Assesor: If you don't know who to vote for, you are already dead.
NU Board Of Regents: Vote for the entire "free John Belot" slate
Myself, Geddy Lee, Art Bell, Superfly, Billy Jack, Neko Case, His Holiness Benedict XVI, and Keith Olbermann
Election prediction: Dems will retake house but fall short of Senate. This will be of no long term consequence, however. In 20 years the two major faction in American politics will be the American Nihilist Party and the Church of Voluntery Human Extinction. We're proud of our Black State values around here.
Senate: Ernie Chambers
NE Governor: Barry Richards
U.S. House-
NE Dist. 1: Brother Matt "Sledgehammer" Borgualt
NE Unicam-
46th Dist: Gary "freedom flyer" Walker (deceased)
County Assesor: If you don't know who to vote for, you are already dead.
NU Board Of Regents: Vote for the entire "free John Belot" slate
Myself, Geddy Lee, Art Bell, Superfly, Billy Jack, Neko Case, His Holiness Benedict XVI, and Keith Olbermann
Election prediction: Dems will retake house but fall short of Senate. This will be of no long term consequence, however. In 20 years the two major faction in American politics will be the American Nihilist Party and the Church of Voluntery Human Extinction. We're proud of our Black State values around here.
Barry Richards for governor of Nebraska
"Giving students over to teacher's aides with the towels on their heads and the funny speak..... I just think that's wrong" Barry Richards'Huffing fertilizer helps me detect socialists.'
This blog enthusiastically endorses the only man with the balls to speak out against the outrage of forigners teaching at a UNIVERSity. Though some of these "teachers aides"(They're called grad students Barry, but that's alright.) have a better grasp of English grammer than Mr. Richards does (You shouldn't say folks when talking to a single interviewer Barry, but that's alright.) Like the man himself says..... It's just wrong.
I also must say that his plan to replace sales and income taxes with a "transaction tax" is truly revolutionary. How is a transaction tax different from a sales tax? Well you see, it won't just be for sales, but for every transaction and.... never mind.
It's high past time we take government out of schools and put God, ... shit, I can't even be sarcastic anymore. It's just that for some reason I like this batshit loco hillbilly racist. Somebody vote for him so that he doesn't feel too bad.
Déardaoin, Samhain 02, 2006
Kerry's Comment
Whether he intended to or not, Senator John Kerry told the truth. What's shocking is that such an establishment figure, a 20 year US Senator and former major party presidential nominee, would be so honest.
The fact is that the rich and educated don't join the military and don't go to Iraq. If a kid comes from a rich, respectible family, than he or she is automatically a first-class citizen, no need to contribute anything to society. Just go to college for five or six years and indulge in all the liquor and lipstick lesbians you can handle.
If one comes from a poor family, and doesn't do so well in school because the family emphesized "practical" blue collar skills over "book smarts." than the military is often the only way to avoid second-class citizenship.
There was a saying in 18th century Britain. The last line was something like "after a dog, a soldier." Meaning that the military was considered to be a last resort option in an increasingly decadent and imperialistic society.
The United States has become much like the British Empire was in the decades before it collapsed. Poor, often minority "expendibles" are sent to do the dirty work so that upper classes can rule and their children can play. I know only wild-eyed radicals would say such a thing in public, but lets be honest now shall we.
There are plenty of studies that document who joins the military and why. If you are one of the "expendibles" you can deal with the information in two ways. You can take it as a personal insult and shoot the messenger, or you can detach yourself, think about what the numbers mean, and what you can do about it. The later option may strike you as so cold or unmanly that it's not worth considering. But if you choose the former, I can assure you that the new dark age that is the 21st century will grind you into dust.
The fact is that the rich and educated don't join the military and don't go to Iraq. If a kid comes from a rich, respectible family, than he or she is automatically a first-class citizen, no need to contribute anything to society. Just go to college for five or six years and indulge in all the liquor and lipstick lesbians you can handle.
If one comes from a poor family, and doesn't do so well in school because the family emphesized "practical" blue collar skills over "book smarts." than the military is often the only way to avoid second-class citizenship.
There was a saying in 18th century Britain. The last line was something like "after a dog, a soldier." Meaning that the military was considered to be a last resort option in an increasingly decadent and imperialistic society.
The United States has become much like the British Empire was in the decades before it collapsed. Poor, often minority "expendibles" are sent to do the dirty work so that upper classes can rule and their children can play. I know only wild-eyed radicals would say such a thing in public, but lets be honest now shall we.
There are plenty of studies that document who joins the military and why. If you are one of the "expendibles" you can deal with the information in two ways. You can take it as a personal insult and shoot the messenger, or you can detach yourself, think about what the numbers mean, and what you can do about it. The later option may strike you as so cold or unmanly that it's not worth considering. But if you choose the former, I can assure you that the new dark age that is the 21st century will grind you into dust.
Homecoming game for a division title
Tension. feel it., if it comes close to tearing you to pieces, than you are alive.
The comforts of family are meaningless now. You have no mother, and you know very well who your father is. This father has no father himself. You have no grandfather.
Yea, when the title wave comes, ye shall be occupied. when the heavens are rent asunder ye shall not notice. When the Earth shakes itself to dust you shall pay no heed.
There is no doubt that ye shall cast
all the familiar Gods, every reminder of home and hearth overboard, if it shall bring agility to the great levathian. How can it be otherwise? All who have loved have already been exterminated. Only those with the wisdom to feel hatred for their enemies; and nothing more. Only they remain.
Reader, do not think for a second that you shall survive. The very unverse shall be torn to pieces, and the entrails of reality itself exposed. Why should you think that ye shall be spared? Because you have shopping to do, meals to eat, girls to defile? Look at the stars and see if they are moved. Than realize that you are a god compared to what the stars are to ...
.....the game. Ye shall have faith in the game and nothing else. the time for delusions is long passed. You are scum.
Missouri 31-28
Correction
I posted a week ago that Dave Simpson is the former editor of the North Platte Telegraph. I must have misheard the news. The old jackass may be planning to move back to Wyoming, but as of today he's still there. And yes, you better believe he's pimping hard for Mike Greene and his baby. Sorry about the misinformation. You should be ashamed for getting your news from the internet anyway.
Bush to visit Third District
This is beyond shocking. Never mind the fact the Democratic Scott Kleeb might win (he won't, simply can't be done I'm afraid.) But the fact the the man himself is coming to the sticks is an upset in and of itself. This is the Nebraska third. I'm from those parts, the correctness of conservatism is considered beyond debate by all elements of the establishment, local news media, mayors, sheriffs, churches (of course) business "pillars." For a Democrat to pull 45% in this environment would be humiliating to the GOP.
Kleeb actually won the endorsement of the Omaha World-Herald, which simply never endorses a rookie Democrat. The local papers like the Grand Island Independent and the (shudder) North Platte Telegraph have been forced to abandon any pretense of favoring a general philosophy over a particular party in endorsing Smith. The Independent has even resorted to parroting lines from the Republican bullshit mill. Saying Smith will better protect "traditional values" "home and Hearth" you no the drill. Smith is an autotron on an almost Rickitonian level. He'll support the president, oppose the death tax, and endorse a culture of life. If you ask him a question that his nothing to do with his rehearsed message, he will tell you that he will support the president, oppose the death tax, and endorse a culture of life. In endorsing Kleeb, the World-Herald politely pointed out that there simply isn't much to Smith.
Perhaps Smith (and Rickitts for that matter) are symptomatic of what's wrong with the GOP. Once upon a time, there were republicans like Eisenhower and Goldwater who were sly, skeptical, and even entertained an independent thought or two. But it seems that the modern party's disgusting cult of authority (present since the Reagan days, made worse since 9/11) combined with fanatical demands for ideological purity (ditto) has sucked the life out of individual candidates. Now some have been reduced to hillarious absurdity as they rail against the same old boogeymen. (It's going to be a big ole homsexual, illeagal immigrant fiesta.)
As I've said, this will still be enough to win the likes of the Nebraska third. I truly believe that some areas of the interior know that they are in social decay, but would rather die than give up the delusion of moral supiriority over the filthy city. So be it.
Kleeb actually won the endorsement of the Omaha World-Herald, which simply never endorses a rookie Democrat. The local papers like the Grand Island Independent and the (shudder) North Platte Telegraph have been forced to abandon any pretense of favoring a general philosophy over a particular party in endorsing Smith. The Independent has even resorted to parroting lines from the Republican bullshit mill. Saying Smith will better protect "traditional values" "home and Hearth" you no the drill. Smith is an autotron on an almost Rickitonian level. He'll support the president, oppose the death tax, and endorse a culture of life. If you ask him a question that his nothing to do with his rehearsed message, he will tell you that he will support the president, oppose the death tax, and endorse a culture of life. In endorsing Kleeb, the World-Herald politely pointed out that there simply isn't much to Smith.
Perhaps Smith (and Rickitts for that matter) are symptomatic of what's wrong with the GOP. Once upon a time, there were republicans like Eisenhower and Goldwater who were sly, skeptical, and even entertained an independent thought or two. But it seems that the modern party's disgusting cult of authority (present since the Reagan days, made worse since 9/11) combined with fanatical demands for ideological purity (ditto) has sucked the life out of individual candidates. Now some have been reduced to hillarious absurdity as they rail against the same old boogeymen. (It's going to be a big ole homsexual, illeagal immigrant fiesta.)
As I've said, this will still be enough to win the likes of the Nebraska third. I truly believe that some areas of the interior know that they are in social decay, but would rather die than give up the delusion of moral supiriority over the filthy city. So be it.
Dé Máirt, Deireadh Fómhair 31, 2006
The Sledge Pwns your pagan hippy ass
Actual link on officialstreetpreachers.com which appears to be Brother Matt's (The Sledgehammer) outfit, "Homosexual baby aborted". www.officialstreetpreachers.com
Oh yeah, baby.
List Of MrHeartland's damnible offenses
Liar: Yes, I've dealt with the police
Thief: Not since I stole a baby Jesus two X-masses ago
Lesbian: My approval of lesbianism is so high that I might as well be guilty
Sodomite: Does heterosexual buttsex count?
Potheads: Certainly not, tee-he
Idolaters: Well, I worship a distant, impersonal diety, so I'm probably a idoloter by ole Sledge's standards.
Drunkard: Could you be more specific?
Fornicator Oh yeah,
Potty-Mouths- You can see for yourself, he actually uses this phrase for cursing. Some of us students who came to mock him pointed out how stupid the phrase "potty-mouth" is. But he justified it with that lovely circular logic of his.
Murderer: I ain't never killed a man that didn't deserve it. (Me get treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.)
Adulterer: Isn't this covered by the fornicators catagory? For that matter, wouldn't lesbians and sodimites be covered by that to? the Sledge has a lot on his mind.
Quotes from Matt the sledge today.
"Nietzche" was a coke head and a womanizer,
all these College students say , "Oh what a great humanist Nietzche was, Voltare was, well he's a real great humanist doing coke in hell."
Some Guy: what's wrong with feminism?
Sledge: Youknow what, you're fired, go turn in your gonads to administration right now. Be a man, a man of God. (He never did say exactly what was wrong with feminism.)
Me, In Pope Costume: My Son, I share your concerns about nonbelivers and sodimites, but I fear that without the guidence of mother Rome, you seem to have lost your wits.
Sledge: You're joking. do you know anything about catholicism?
Me: Does a bear shit in the woods?
Sledge: That's very funny, do you know anything about the pope's hat?
Me: His mitre?
Sledge: Mitre, that's it. Well the pope wears a three, leveled mitre. The first represents that he is above all the souls in heaven. the second symbolizes that he is above all the souls in purgatory. The third symbolizes that he is above all the souls on earth. The pope claims to be Christ on earth, and that's very blasphamous.
Me: He claims to be Peter, the succesor of Peter.
Sledge: Do you know what happened Peter?:
Me: Crucified upside-down, damn shame.
Sledge. That's righ, he was crucified, ............. he said we should be saints for Jesus, not for any church, not for any tradition....................... (He went on like this for a long, long, time.)
All in all, Matt is even better than last year. He even brought one of his "five beutiful children from a beutiful wife" along to spread his message of hate.
Sledge: "I have a wonderful wife, my wife submits".
Does she now?
Everyone reading this should come to the UNL city campus tomarow to see is the Sledgehammer is still here. I truly hope that you haven't missed the chance to see him in action. And if you have more spare time on your hands,go to officialstreetpreachers.com for the gaudiest, most eye burning theocratic insanity outside of the Dallas suburbs.
This guy is a truly elite asshole, right up there with Fred Phelps. Come smell the rarified air.
Dé Luain, Deireadh Fómhair 30, 2006
The tyranny of the common man (example 876,348)
On Saturday a Mr. J Arthur Curtiss wrote a letter to the Lincoln Journal Star that was both malicious and terribly naive. . so let's do a little deconstructing.
Curtiss pines for a time when most metally challenged, physically frail, or those otherwise unable to take care of themselves were usally institutionalized.
"In those early days, we did not have such a public proliferation of the homeless, the indigent, the vagrants, the alcoholics and the addicts. (People with developmental disabilitites.)"
Hey genius, just because you don't understand a phrase doesn't make it a euphemism. "People with developmental disabilities" means exactly that. If it sounds vague it is because there are lots of different kinds of developmental disabilities. Very few of them lead to drug addiction and criminal activity. If you're wondering why the homeless, addicts, and drunks have more of a "physical proliferation" than they used to, well, a court recently ruled that Lincoln's homeless are entitled to bag for cash under the first amendment. Mostly though, activist judges have spent the last 200 years forcing us to come up with more elaborate excuses to throw poor people into prison, so now they're more likely to be out in the open where God and everybody can see them. Sorry if you've been forcefully reminded of their existance.
And they will recall when metally retarded people were not free to enter a schoolhouse bathroom or a children's playground.
Ah yes, you refer to the molestation incident at Arnold Elementary last year. the incident that dominated the television news and the first two pages of the next days Journal-star. (A case involving the murder of an illegal immigrant that was resolved around the same time got a few blurbs in the back of the local section, but I digress.)
The main problem is that you assume that the retarded are more likely to be "that way" this is of course total nonsense. The man who commited the crime at Arnold Elementary is not retarded. He is clearly disturbed, but this is not the same thing. and of course "normal" people are just as likely to be child molestors as those who are "different". Look up the stats if you like. Disbelieve the stats and blame them on the liberal media if you like.
Finally, "you may recall" a time when their were no child molestors, or at least certainly none in schools. because 'we knew what to do to those types back than' but you would be recalling a lie.
There most certainly was sexual child abuse going on back than, some of it done by teachers, respected community members and, well, I'm sure you've heard about the priests. But sexual abuse simply wasn't reported or talked about than.
So why is it reported and talked about a lot these days? Well, there are a few reasons. Police need a lot of money so that they can buy cool toys and pretend to be soldiers. Prisons need a lot of money to hide away the poor people you fret about. Prosecutors and and other politicians need to win elections. gaining funds and winning elections gets a lot easier when people are scared. Make the people afraid of criminals (easily identifible since of course only the "different" types are criminals.) so that they elect tough-on crime politicians. These tough-on-crime politcians than proceed to give the police industry and the prison industry as much money as they want.
But they've been playing this game for a long time now, and the people are starting to get a little jaded. Communists, hippies, loadies, and even terrorists just don't terrify people like they used to. So expect to hear more, and more, and more, about child molestors.
But I've just been wasting my time telling you all of this, haven't I? You will continue to assume that the "different" are dangerous and hunt down the evidence to support your conclusions.
Curtiss pines for a time when most metally challenged, physically frail, or those otherwise unable to take care of themselves were usally institutionalized.
"In those early days, we did not have such a public proliferation of the homeless, the indigent, the vagrants, the alcoholics and the addicts. (People with developmental disabilitites.)"
Hey genius, just because you don't understand a phrase doesn't make it a euphemism. "People with developmental disabilities" means exactly that. If it sounds vague it is because there are lots of different kinds of developmental disabilities. Very few of them lead to drug addiction and criminal activity. If you're wondering why the homeless, addicts, and drunks have more of a "physical proliferation" than they used to, well, a court recently ruled that Lincoln's homeless are entitled to bag for cash under the first amendment. Mostly though, activist judges have spent the last 200 years forcing us to come up with more elaborate excuses to throw poor people into prison, so now they're more likely to be out in the open where God and everybody can see them. Sorry if you've been forcefully reminded of their existance.
And they will recall when metally retarded people were not free to enter a schoolhouse bathroom or a children's playground.
Ah yes, you refer to the molestation incident at Arnold Elementary last year. the incident that dominated the television news and the first two pages of the next days Journal-star. (A case involving the murder of an illegal immigrant that was resolved around the same time got a few blurbs in the back of the local section, but I digress.)
The main problem is that you assume that the retarded are more likely to be "that way" this is of course total nonsense. The man who commited the crime at Arnold Elementary is not retarded. He is clearly disturbed, but this is not the same thing. and of course "normal" people are just as likely to be child molestors as those who are "different". Look up the stats if you like. Disbelieve the stats and blame them on the liberal media if you like.
Finally, "you may recall" a time when their were no child molestors, or at least certainly none in schools. because 'we knew what to do to those types back than' but you would be recalling a lie.
There most certainly was sexual child abuse going on back than, some of it done by teachers, respected community members and, well, I'm sure you've heard about the priests. But sexual abuse simply wasn't reported or talked about than.
So why is it reported and talked about a lot these days? Well, there are a few reasons. Police need a lot of money so that they can buy cool toys and pretend to be soldiers. Prisons need a lot of money to hide away the poor people you fret about. Prosecutors and and other politicians need to win elections. gaining funds and winning elections gets a lot easier when people are scared. Make the people afraid of criminals (easily identifible since of course only the "different" types are criminals.) so that they elect tough-on crime politicians. These tough-on-crime politcians than proceed to give the police industry and the prison industry as much money as they want.
But they've been playing this game for a long time now, and the people are starting to get a little jaded. Communists, hippies, loadies, and even terrorists just don't terrify people like they used to. So expect to hear more, and more, and more, about child molestors.
But I've just been wasting my time telling you all of this, haven't I? You will continue to assume that the "different" are dangerous and hunt down the evidence to support your conclusions.
Dé hAoine, Deireadh Fómhair 27, 2006
Fuck Mike Greene
"One party represents the rich corporations, the other party represents every oddball out there. Nobody represents the middle class anymore."
Mike Greene
The above quote says a great deal about the economic libetarian, radical anti-government mindset. There is a lot of appeal in taking a primitive, Magna-Carta view of liberty, where freedom means nothing more than the freedom to protect and expand what's yours. Those who measure their liberty by their tax they don't have to worry about things like independent thought. they never have to give up their childhood reverence of authority. They never suffer the creeping suspicion that the town minister is out of his mind.
Most importantly, they never have to suffer the thought that the "oddballs" (artists, athiests, homosexuals, minorities) are entitled to the same rights as those who obey the imagined unitary standard of Americanism. If one adheres to this standard, than one has made the only contribution to the greater society that one is required to. So fuck taxes. The government is probably going to spend the money on the oddballs anyway. Oddballs who should righfully be in a state of servitude toward decent, normal Americans.
I'll say this for Mike Greene, I underestimated him. I was in North Platte when the "Western Nebraska Taxpayers" association got its start. I never thought they would have made any noise without Dave Simpson, former editor of North Platte's Daily Telegraph (You have no idea what a rag is.) pimping them up at every opportunity. But Simpson moved out to Wyoming, and now Greene and the boys are causing a bigger stir than ever.
He should also be commended fo opposing Tax Increment Financing to big corporations and shoveling more money to the insatible whore that is the UNL athletic department.
But in pushing for his baby, Inititive 423, Greene has revealed quite the persecution complex. Every mayor, sheriff, county clerk, or teacher who worries publicly about how budget cuts may affect their jobs had might as well be Nixon. As far as Greene sees it, government is inherently, automatically corrupt in a way that private enterprise is not. Logic and observation both show us that any kind of power, be it political or monetary, is equally likely to corrupt. But this is of no consequence to the libetarian. There is just some sort of black magic that makes govenment bad. You just have to believe it.
So Greene takes his logic to its limits. All of these teachers, police captains, etc. are all part of the same "big government" and therefore must be motivated by nothing more than greed and hatred of capitalism. If Greene got over the fact that "government" employees are opposing him, he might see how his baby is being opposed by a good many normal, non-oddball Nebraskans, and that perhaps accusing them of being part of a vast socialist conspiracy while wearing that scowl of his isn't the best way to win people over.
Mike Greene
The above quote says a great deal about the economic libetarian, radical anti-government mindset. There is a lot of appeal in taking a primitive, Magna-Carta view of liberty, where freedom means nothing more than the freedom to protect and expand what's yours. Those who measure their liberty by their tax they don't have to worry about things like independent thought. they never have to give up their childhood reverence of authority. They never suffer the creeping suspicion that the town minister is out of his mind.
Most importantly, they never have to suffer the thought that the "oddballs" (artists, athiests, homosexuals, minorities) are entitled to the same rights as those who obey the imagined unitary standard of Americanism. If one adheres to this standard, than one has made the only contribution to the greater society that one is required to. So fuck taxes. The government is probably going to spend the money on the oddballs anyway. Oddballs who should righfully be in a state of servitude toward decent, normal Americans.
I'll say this for Mike Greene, I underestimated him. I was in North Platte when the "Western Nebraska Taxpayers" association got its start. I never thought they would have made any noise without Dave Simpson, former editor of North Platte's Daily Telegraph (You have no idea what a rag is.) pimping them up at every opportunity. But Simpson moved out to Wyoming, and now Greene and the boys are causing a bigger stir than ever.
He should also be commended fo opposing Tax Increment Financing to big corporations and shoveling more money to the insatible whore that is the UNL athletic department.
But in pushing for his baby, Inititive 423, Greene has revealed quite the persecution complex. Every mayor, sheriff, county clerk, or teacher who worries publicly about how budget cuts may affect their jobs had might as well be Nixon. As far as Greene sees it, government is inherently, automatically corrupt in a way that private enterprise is not. Logic and observation both show us that any kind of power, be it political or monetary, is equally likely to corrupt. But this is of no consequence to the libetarian. There is just some sort of black magic that makes govenment bad. You just have to believe it.
So Greene takes his logic to its limits. All of these teachers, police captains, etc. are all part of the same "big government" and therefore must be motivated by nothing more than greed and hatred of capitalism. If Greene got over the fact that "government" employees are opposing him, he might see how his baby is being opposed by a good many normal, non-oddball Nebraskans, and that perhaps accusing them of being part of a vast socialist conspiracy while wearing that scowl of his isn't the best way to win people over.
Ode to the asshole next to me at the Dylan concert
You thought Kings of Leon sucked.
You broke the fundamental rock concert taboo
Against hating on the opening act
You shouted out "You Suck"
This is something that one
Never, ever, does
Ever.
(By the way, I like Kings of Leon, but I suppose that's not important)
I suppose you're too old
To appreciate the muscianship involved
in a good noise run
Perhaps I should not be,
Such a snob,
I'm 25, after all,
and fast approching the end
of my own playground days
But anyway
You told me how,
You went to an Eagles show,
a couple of months back,
You told me
How they sounded Just Like!!
They do on their albums.
If you truly appreciated
Music...
You would understand
why this is a bad thing,
If Bob himself
Heard you talk such nonsense
He would have shook his head,
And said something inenteligble
in response
Speaking of which,
I saw the look of confusion on your face
as the man
Played versions of "It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding"
and "Highway 61 Revisited"
That were radically different,
from what he played on his albums
Suck it you yupee Millard fuck.
Your wife is very nice
It's a shame she ended up with you
She fetched you another 5$ glass
of Budwiser "beer"
even though you had clearly had enough.
This confused me
I have seen the statistics
of married people
living longer than singles
The implication is that
those who have settled down,
had some puppies,
are less inclined,
to drink a 750
of Sailor Jerry's every night.
the implication is that
a good wife,
is like a mobile bartender
who knows when to cut you off
with equal parts firmness and sympathy.
She spoke too me with respect,
Though my poverty is obvious
Just by the sight of me,
Perhaps she just needs some self-confidence
You told me that the two of you have
a 21-your old son
That means that she must be
at least 40
She's really taken care of herself
Maybe I just want to have your wife
So I can dishonor you
She had a light in her eyes,
a respect, a humanity,
That one who runs an Applebees,
at 180th and Center
could never hope to have
How did you two ever...?
Life is full of little tragedies.
You broke the fundamental rock concert taboo
Against hating on the opening act
You shouted out "You Suck"
This is something that one
Never, ever, does
Ever.
(By the way, I like Kings of Leon, but I suppose that's not important)
I suppose you're too old
To appreciate the muscianship involved
in a good noise run
Perhaps I should not be,
Such a snob,
I'm 25, after all,
and fast approching the end
of my own playground days
But anyway
You told me how,
You went to an Eagles show,
a couple of months back,
You told me
How they sounded Just Like!!
They do on their albums.
If you truly appreciated
Music...
You would understand
why this is a bad thing,
If Bob himself
Heard you talk such nonsense
He would have shook his head,
And said something inenteligble
in response
Speaking of which,
I saw the look of confusion on your face
as the man
Played versions of "It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding"
and "Highway 61 Revisited"
That were radically different,
from what he played on his albums
Suck it you yupee Millard fuck.
Your wife is very nice
It's a shame she ended up with you
She fetched you another 5$ glass
of Budwiser "beer"
even though you had clearly had enough.
This confused me
I have seen the statistics
of married people
living longer than singles
The implication is that
those who have settled down,
had some puppies,
are less inclined,
to drink a 750
of Sailor Jerry's every night.
the implication is that
a good wife,
is like a mobile bartender
who knows when to cut you off
with equal parts firmness and sympathy.
She spoke too me with respect,
Though my poverty is obvious
Just by the sight of me,
Perhaps she just needs some self-confidence
You told me that the two of you have
a 21-your old son
That means that she must be
at least 40
She's really taken care of herself
Maybe I just want to have your wife
So I can dishonor you
She had a light in her eyes,
a respect, a humanity,
That one who runs an Applebees,
at 180th and Center
could never hope to have
How did you two ever...?
Life is full of little tragedies.
Dé Máirt, Deireadh Fómhair 24, 2006
I'm going to Bob dylan tomarrow night.
and your not.
Seriously though, I hope he focuses on his excellent new album. He seems to have more vision and focus than he's had since he was young. Age seems to suit him. dylan clearly enjoys contemplating death and dancing with the darkness, plus his voice is getting better.
that said, I'm demanding a refund f he doesn't play "The Hurricane."
Seriously though, I hope he focuses on his excellent new album. He seems to have more vision and focus than he's had since he was young. Age seems to suit him. dylan clearly enjoys contemplating death and dancing with the darkness, plus his voice is getting better.
that said, I'm demanding a refund f he doesn't play "The Hurricane."
Draft Ernie Movement in the works? (Well, no of Course not)
But I have read letters and heard people say in conversation that they will not vote for either Nelson or Rickitts. So, Lee Harten, Brenda Hammett, you know what the solution is. Do you have the courage to follow the man?
He can taste bullshit with his mind.
Dé Máirt, Deireadh Fómhair 17, 2006
Ode to Arnold Heights
If you drive out of downtown Lincoln on West "O" street, past Capital Beach, past the white underclass neighborhoods, past the random car places and small scale industrial shops. Go all the way to West 48th, the extreme edge of town where the big truck stop is. Than turn north and go past the interstate junction. After a mile of country, you will hit a long, skinny, section of town.
On the E. side of West 48th is the air park, so called because it is an industrial park on the west side of the airport. Most of the buildings are abandoned or waiting for a tenant. So you can drive around empty streets dotted with stop signs and turning lanes that serve no real purpose. It's as if you made a wrong turn in Grand Theft Auto.
On the west side of West 48th is the Arnold Heights neighborhood. It is seven blocks wide, from 48th to 55th, and 3 miles long, from Holdredge to Fletcher. It's not a particularly poor neighborhood. It's not a particularly rich neighborhood. Somehow, it doesn't manage to be a middle-class neighborhood either.
The only interesting thing about Arnold Heights is its isolation. It's a good two miles from continental Lincoln. It has the feel of an outstate prairie village, colonized by Lincoln for reasons as unfathomable as the invasion of Ethiopia. I believe I even saw a Pump-and Pantry there, the ultimate icon of Nebraska's very small towns. One expects to see a sign listing 8-man football triumphs along West 48th.
I like to drive through Arnold Heights a day or two after a hard snow, once the streets have been cleared. Some hills that rise maybe 30 feet above plain level hide the neighborhood from the interstate. Driving between the artificial plow drifts and on into Arnold Heights makes me feel as if I've conqured a Himalayan peak, and then chanced upon a hidden civilization.
Then I go back down to the Truck stop on West O for a bowl and Chili and a big cheeseburger, listening to the truckers rail against the smoking ban.
On the E. side of West 48th is the air park, so called because it is an industrial park on the west side of the airport. Most of the buildings are abandoned or waiting for a tenant. So you can drive around empty streets dotted with stop signs and turning lanes that serve no real purpose. It's as if you made a wrong turn in Grand Theft Auto.
On the west side of West 48th is the Arnold Heights neighborhood. It is seven blocks wide, from 48th to 55th, and 3 miles long, from Holdredge to Fletcher. It's not a particularly poor neighborhood. It's not a particularly rich neighborhood. Somehow, it doesn't manage to be a middle-class neighborhood either.
The only interesting thing about Arnold Heights is its isolation. It's a good two miles from continental Lincoln. It has the feel of an outstate prairie village, colonized by Lincoln for reasons as unfathomable as the invasion of Ethiopia. I believe I even saw a Pump-and Pantry there, the ultimate icon of Nebraska's very small towns. One expects to see a sign listing 8-man football triumphs along West 48th.
I like to drive through Arnold Heights a day or two after a hard snow, once the streets have been cleared. Some hills that rise maybe 30 feet above plain level hide the neighborhood from the interstate. Driving between the artificial plow drifts and on into Arnold Heights makes me feel as if I've conqured a Himalayan peak, and then chanced upon a hidden civilization.
Then I go back down to the Truck stop on West O for a bowl and Chili and a big cheeseburger, listening to the truckers rail against the smoking ban.
tales from the casino
It was 2004. My parents planned to take a fall vacation to visit my aunt and uncle in Arizona. They invited me, but I refused to go once I learned that they planned to drive for 20+ hours from North Platte to Lake Havisu Ariz. This was a major logistical problem, as neither one of them is able to stay awake that long. They had counted on me to drive at least half of the distance and were rather angry when I refused. So be it. Any sane person would gladly disown his/her family in order to avoid the hell of driving accross the high plains of Eastern Colorado and Northern New Mexico.
Imagine Nebraska after the apocolypse. This is what it's like to drive Colo 71 an hour south of Limon. Grass, bridges over dry washes, dirt trails to nowhere. The fucking cows are 10 miles apart from each other, unfenced, apparently belonging to no one.
Anyway, the problem was solved when my sister secured plane tickets from Omaha to Las Vegas. This required spending a night at her apartment on West Center before going to the airport the next morning. I suggested a trip to the East Farnam bars in order to mark the begining of our vacation. The rest of the family- well they rejected this. Even my sister believed that going to east (read, black) Omaha was maniacly dangerous. My mother suggested that we go to Ameristar in Council Bluffs. Whenever she's in the Omaha area, this is where one will find her whenever she's not at Nebraska Furniture Mart or Olive Garden. If I didn't go with them, I would be left with my sister's basic cable, and candles, and cats, so I went.
Council Bluffs, Omaha's New Jersey. Interstates, river levee, ethonol plant, strip clubs employed by meth addicts, hourly fuck box hotels, families with 3 or 4 abused, broken down cars and 3 or 4 abused, broken down kids. A trip to Council Bluffs is just the thing for a homesick country boy disoriented by the lights of Dodge Street.
Ameristar is near the river. The lights of Omaha can easily be seen as you ride the shuttle bus through the giant parking lot. The smell of urine and/or crystal permiates the air. We reach the door, the bus driver wishes us luck. Door greaters in red jackets and guards in blue jakets wish us luck. We enter to a blaze of ruby carpet and pale lights.
(You could win... Your own Loveboat! doo-doo-doo---do-dododododo) so the sound comes in cheap outdated synth. In case you don't know "casinos" are nothing but slot machines. Wheel of Fortune Slot machines. Beverly Hillbillies slot machines. Dynasty, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Brady Bunch. I asked a woman where the craps table was and she laughed at me. She didn't mean it as an insult. She sincerely believed I was joking.
Modern casinos, you see, cater to people at the high end of middle age. They were still too old in the 80's to be hypnotized by the likes of Pac-Man or Space Invaders. So this is their first experience with magical talking money-eating machines, machines decorated with the safe family entertainment of their young adulthoods.
And that's what its all about, family-friendly gambling. What makes it family friendly? Random patriotic symbols like flags and the all-american buffet. along with row upon row of slot machines covere with uncontroversial icons of pop culture. Dice and card games would suggest everything that makes gambling dirty. Strung out hookers in the back, cheaters being chopped up in the kitchen. But Ameristar doesn't cater to those types. These arn't filthy hedonists, they're just trying to win the American dream, just enjoying a scotch and water or two and trying to win their own loveboat.
My mother handed me a 20$ bill to go gamble with. She never gave me 20 bucks when I needed it for drugs. I headed to the bar. Sam Adams for 2$ a bottle. There was a band consisting of a male lead singer/keyboardist and three female back-up singers. They sang a beach boys song, than they did a medley from the Grease soundtrack. They were wearing matching neon green outfits with hot pink trim, perhaps hand-me-downs from a mariachi band. They called themselves the American Romanticas, or the Loving Arms, or something.
I head upstairs to the indoor dog-racing stands. Betting on greyhound races is far more popular than you are meant to know. Losing dogs have a way of ending up in mass graves before their first birthdays. Winning dogs have a chance to make it to five. And so the Ameristar Dog track is well away from the All-American buffet and the family-friendly slot machines.
It was night, and there were no races going on. The observation deck had T.V.s. These were meant to show dog races from around the country, but you can watch anything you like. This was the floor for the hard-core gamblers. A little ESPN woundn't distract them from trying to win their own LoveBoat. They had no interest in getting dirty while pretending not to.
I watch the presidential debate with some other guy. He's about 40, t-shirt, sandels, slacks. Every now and than he chuckles at something one of the candidates say. Otherwise he watches intently. I have a notion he was betting on the debate.
The old hands scattered about give me filthy looks the whole time I'm upstairs. A security guard comes and asks for my ID. I shw it to him. I get the message and go back down to the slot machines.
I have 3 more beers, I go to the bar, open a Sam Adams, and then wonder around the main hall, taking in the lights and the carpet, looking for a slot machine more stupid than the last. A manager-type copmes up to me.
"We've observed that you've had a few beers" he said.
"Yes" I said.
"That's fine sir. You do know that Iowa law forbids gaming while intoxicated, so we just wanted to see if you're o.k."
"Well, why don't you be the judge."
"Well, heh, you seem pretty alert to me, your eyes don't look red or cloudy or anything. So I think we can let you stay here and enjoy yourself. Just be careful o.k. Enjoy your evening at Ameristar Casino and good luck."
I went to a slot machine with a name like "House of Terror" and put in $10. I stayed there for about an hour and had two more beers delivered to me by a waitress. The manager didn't come back to bother me again. I made a five dollar profit.
I tracked down my sister, and we tracked down our mother. She had had six jack and cokes while playing the Family Fued slot. The manager didn't bother her either. Once she was 30 or 40 dollars in the hole she quit.
the attendents wished us a good night. Faith Hill was playing over some sort of sound sstem in the parking lot as we made our way back to the car. My sister commented on how filthy this part of Council Bluffs looked as she drove us back accross the Missouri.
Imagine Nebraska after the apocolypse. This is what it's like to drive Colo 71 an hour south of Limon. Grass, bridges over dry washes, dirt trails to nowhere. The fucking cows are 10 miles apart from each other, unfenced, apparently belonging to no one.
Anyway, the problem was solved when my sister secured plane tickets from Omaha to Las Vegas. This required spending a night at her apartment on West Center before going to the airport the next morning. I suggested a trip to the East Farnam bars in order to mark the begining of our vacation. The rest of the family- well they rejected this. Even my sister believed that going to east (read, black) Omaha was maniacly dangerous. My mother suggested that we go to Ameristar in Council Bluffs. Whenever she's in the Omaha area, this is where one will find her whenever she's not at Nebraska Furniture Mart or Olive Garden. If I didn't go with them, I would be left with my sister's basic cable, and candles, and cats, so I went.
Council Bluffs, Omaha's New Jersey. Interstates, river levee, ethonol plant, strip clubs employed by meth addicts, hourly fuck box hotels, families with 3 or 4 abused, broken down cars and 3 or 4 abused, broken down kids. A trip to Council Bluffs is just the thing for a homesick country boy disoriented by the lights of Dodge Street.
Ameristar is near the river. The lights of Omaha can easily be seen as you ride the shuttle bus through the giant parking lot. The smell of urine and/or crystal permiates the air. We reach the door, the bus driver wishes us luck. Door greaters in red jackets and guards in blue jakets wish us luck. We enter to a blaze of ruby carpet and pale lights.
(You could win... Your own Loveboat! doo-doo-doo---do-dododododo) so the sound comes in cheap outdated synth. In case you don't know "casinos" are nothing but slot machines. Wheel of Fortune Slot machines. Beverly Hillbillies slot machines. Dynasty, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Brady Bunch. I asked a woman where the craps table was and she laughed at me. She didn't mean it as an insult. She sincerely believed I was joking.
Modern casinos, you see, cater to people at the high end of middle age. They were still too old in the 80's to be hypnotized by the likes of Pac-Man or Space Invaders. So this is their first experience with magical talking money-eating machines, machines decorated with the safe family entertainment of their young adulthoods.
And that's what its all about, family-friendly gambling. What makes it family friendly? Random patriotic symbols like flags and the all-american buffet. along with row upon row of slot machines covere with uncontroversial icons of pop culture. Dice and card games would suggest everything that makes gambling dirty. Strung out hookers in the back, cheaters being chopped up in the kitchen. But Ameristar doesn't cater to those types. These arn't filthy hedonists, they're just trying to win the American dream, just enjoying a scotch and water or two and trying to win their own loveboat.
My mother handed me a 20$ bill to go gamble with. She never gave me 20 bucks when I needed it for drugs. I headed to the bar. Sam Adams for 2$ a bottle. There was a band consisting of a male lead singer/keyboardist and three female back-up singers. They sang a beach boys song, than they did a medley from the Grease soundtrack. They were wearing matching neon green outfits with hot pink trim, perhaps hand-me-downs from a mariachi band. They called themselves the American Romanticas, or the Loving Arms, or something.
I head upstairs to the indoor dog-racing stands. Betting on greyhound races is far more popular than you are meant to know. Losing dogs have a way of ending up in mass graves before their first birthdays. Winning dogs have a chance to make it to five. And so the Ameristar Dog track is well away from the All-American buffet and the family-friendly slot machines.
It was night, and there were no races going on. The observation deck had T.V.s. These were meant to show dog races from around the country, but you can watch anything you like. This was the floor for the hard-core gamblers. A little ESPN woundn't distract them from trying to win their own LoveBoat. They had no interest in getting dirty while pretending not to.
I watch the presidential debate with some other guy. He's about 40, t-shirt, sandels, slacks. Every now and than he chuckles at something one of the candidates say. Otherwise he watches intently. I have a notion he was betting on the debate.
The old hands scattered about give me filthy looks the whole time I'm upstairs. A security guard comes and asks for my ID. I shw it to him. I get the message and go back down to the slot machines.
I have 3 more beers, I go to the bar, open a Sam Adams, and then wonder around the main hall, taking in the lights and the carpet, looking for a slot machine more stupid than the last. A manager-type copmes up to me.
"We've observed that you've had a few beers" he said.
"Yes" I said.
"That's fine sir. You do know that Iowa law forbids gaming while intoxicated, so we just wanted to see if you're o.k."
"Well, why don't you be the judge."
"Well, heh, you seem pretty alert to me, your eyes don't look red or cloudy or anything. So I think we can let you stay here and enjoy yourself. Just be careful o.k. Enjoy your evening at Ameristar Casino and good luck."
I went to a slot machine with a name like "House of Terror" and put in $10. I stayed there for about an hour and had two more beers delivered to me by a waitress. The manager didn't come back to bother me again. I made a five dollar profit.
I tracked down my sister, and we tracked down our mother. She had had six jack and cokes while playing the Family Fued slot. The manager didn't bother her either. Once she was 30 or 40 dollars in the hole she quit.
the attendents wished us a good night. Faith Hill was playing over some sort of sound sstem in the parking lot as we made our way back to the car. My sister commented on how filthy this part of Council Bluffs looked as she drove us back accross the Missouri.
Dé Luain, Deireadh Fómhair 16, 2006
Dé Domhnaigh, Deireadh Fómhair 15, 2006
Sometimes you just got to stop impressing people
I normally spend a good deal of money on microbrew, but I'm done trying to impress people. I'm going to Omaha on Tuesday in search of a pope hat, and I do believe I'll visit a liquor store on north 30th while I'm there. If anybody reading this knows where to get a pope hat or a bottle of Thunderbird in Omaha/Council Bluffs, leave a message on the site.
Dé hAoine, Deireadh Fómhair 13, 2006
Silko, Christianity, and whatnot
As I enter my Fall break, I simply can't shut off my psudo-philosophing long enough to actually enjoy myself. I just read "Gardens in the Dunes" by Leslie Silko, a book that touches on themes of universal spirituality, feminism, and a little bit of gnosticism thrown in.
It reminded me of Elaine Pagels, the famous scholar of Christianity from Princeton, and her search for a "pure Christianity", a mythical period immediatly after Christ's departing where all Christians supposedly believed in the same thing. What she found instead were a babel of "heresies" and alternative Gospels, in which women like Mary Magdeline were much more prominent than in the official record; sometimes even more important than the deciples.
Silko's book also touches on the life/death cycle and the universal sacred truths to be found in it. The way she connects Native American beliefs with old European paganism is very interesting.
No one can seriously deny the pagan influences within Christianity. Mary is an obvious earth mother, while the Holy Trinity is similar to Greek mythology with its anthromorphic God (Jesus) standing between people and the fundamental force of the universe (God the father/Yahwah)
Jack Chick is famous for seeing a vast Catholic/Satanic/Muslim/Freemason/Communist/Fascist conspiracy in the pagan remnents within Christianity, and maybe he's only 99% crazy. Silko does a good job illuminating the various archtypes in human belief systems. Chick simply needs to blame them on a concious conspiracy since he has traded spirituality for mechanized adherance to proper doctrine. To him and his ilk, true belief is something that must be rigidly defined, not generally felt.
Chick types have been various movements to "purify" Christianity of its pagan influences. In practical terms, this has meant getting rid of anything that smacks of female sexuality. (Virgin birth.) The problem is that Christians still feel the vague need of a cosmic life/death cycl
e that justifies our own mortality. It's pretty hard to have a life/death cycle that doesn't involve a vagina at some point. Christianity's attempts to compensate for this have been.....
interesting.
The obvious homoeroticism of the crucifixion story has been noted before. Perhaps this is nothing but subconscious prison sex. The attempt to purge religion of sexuality can only lead to, if not homosexuality, than some fucked up S&M heavy form of autosexuality.
B.S. off
It reminded me of Elaine Pagels, the famous scholar of Christianity from Princeton, and her search for a "pure Christianity", a mythical period immediatly after Christ's departing where all Christians supposedly believed in the same thing. What she found instead were a babel of "heresies" and alternative Gospels, in which women like Mary Magdeline were much more prominent than in the official record; sometimes even more important than the deciples.
Silko's book also touches on the life/death cycle and the universal sacred truths to be found in it. The way she connects Native American beliefs with old European paganism is very interesting.
No one can seriously deny the pagan influences within Christianity. Mary is an obvious earth mother, while the Holy Trinity is similar to Greek mythology with its anthromorphic God (Jesus) standing between people and the fundamental force of the universe (God the father/Yahwah)
Jack Chick is famous for seeing a vast Catholic/Satanic/Muslim/Freemason/Communist/Fascist conspiracy in the pagan remnents within Christianity, and maybe he's only 99% crazy. Silko does a good job illuminating the various archtypes in human belief systems. Chick simply needs to blame them on a concious conspiracy since he has traded spirituality for mechanized adherance to proper doctrine. To him and his ilk, true belief is something that must be rigidly defined, not generally felt.
Chick types have been various movements to "purify" Christianity of its pagan influences. In practical terms, this has meant getting rid of anything that smacks of female sexuality. (Virgin birth.) The problem is that Christians still feel the vague need of a cosmic life/death cycl
e that justifies our own mortality. It's pretty hard to have a life/death cycle that doesn't involve a vagina at some point. Christianity's attempts to compensate for this have been.....interesting.
The obvious homoeroticism of the crucifixion story has been noted before. Perhaps this is nothing but subconscious prison sex. The attempt to purge religion of sexuality can only lead to, if not homosexuality, than some fucked up S&M heavy form of autosexuality.
B.S. off
Déardaoin, Deireadh Fómhair 12, 2006
dangerous world
The North Korean nuclear test, we are told, proves that we live in a dangerous world. Republicans think they can keep their hands on Congress by playing up this "dangerous world."
But what does "dangerous world" mean? The most obvious answer is nothing at all. It's a false statement, a strawman. Of course the world is dangerous, realizing that fact does not lead to a single obvious remedy.
The implication, however, is that anyone who truly understands we live in a dangerous world will realize the need to rally behind a Great Father and steadfastlly follow him into battle against the enemy. President Bush (everybodys Commander_In_Chief since 2001) is the natural fit for this role, and he has always been more than willing to fill it.
Of course, this is exactly the kind of thinking that made the world dangerous in the first place. Intimidation and destruction have been the main ideas behind self-defence since the beginning of civilization. They have never worked, but that's just because we haven't tried hard enough, damnit.
Our Commander-In-Chief is no weakling like Lincoln or Roosevelt. They stopped fighting as soon as their enemies gave up. George Bush has promised to continue the WAR ON TERROR until all evil is eliminated forever. The only sure way to eliminate evil is too exterminate all human beings who haven't been immunized against human nature by English, straight marriage, and Christianity.
Join the great clensing. You are either with us or against us.
But what does "dangerous world" mean? The most obvious answer is nothing at all. It's a false statement, a strawman. Of course the world is dangerous, realizing that fact does not lead to a single obvious remedy.
The implication, however, is that anyone who truly understands we live in a dangerous world will realize the need to rally behind a Great Father and steadfastlly follow him into battle against the enemy. President Bush (everybodys Commander_In_Chief since 2001) is the natural fit for this role, and he has always been more than willing to fill it.
Of course, this is exactly the kind of thinking that made the world dangerous in the first place. Intimidation and destruction have been the main ideas behind self-defence since the beginning of civilization. They have never worked, but that's just because we haven't tried hard enough, damnit.
Our Commander-In-Chief is no weakling like Lincoln or Roosevelt. They stopped fighting as soon as their enemies gave up. George Bush has promised to continue the WAR ON TERROR until all evil is eliminated forever. The only sure way to eliminate evil is too exterminate all human beings who haven't been immunized against human nature by English, straight marriage, and Christianity.
Join the great clensing. You are either with us or against us.
Big Scoop
I happened to walk past congressman Jeff Fotenberry today in downtown Lincoln. He was walking to state GOP headquarters when he told one of his lackeys that he was "tired of this shit." We can only speculate on what shit he is tired of.
Life?
Unquestioning obediance to the White House?
Challenger Maxeine Moul's utterly predictible attempts to tie him to Mark Foley, Abramoff, etc?
The fact that even those who vote for him don't like him very much?
The Ali Baba's/Gourmet Grill feud?
The world may never know.
Jeff Fortenberry (R-NE)
"Family Values"
"Stay the course"
"Support Our President"
"I'm sick of this shit"
Dé Máirt, Deireadh Fómhair 10, 2006
Ernie Chambers for U.S.Senate
I am not joking. Congress needs a bullshit detector, and one can't seriously think that the two knuckleheads running for the Nebraska seat (or any of the knuckleheads running for any of the contested seats) can provide that detector.
For those who plan to vote for Ricketts simply for the R after his name, you're welcome. , I've felt emberassed for you these past few months. The sight of the supposedly invincible GOP machine trying to turn Ben Nelson into a liberal bogeyman is beyond pathetic. Now you have a real-life Goldstein to rally the troops behind.
For the microscopic army of Nebraska liberals who plan to hold thier noses and vote for Nelson because of the D after his name, don't worry. Mr. Chambers has promised that, if elected, he will caucus with...
Fuck you! That's who he'll caucus with!!! BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Vote Chambers for U.S. Senate. Don't be a fucking pussy
MrHeartland Poll
Which sort of Apocalypse would be the most amusing?
1. Massive Flu plague (ala "The Stand")
2. Massive hemmorigic fever plague.
3. Robot revolt
4. Alien conquest
5. Hand of God/Satan/Allah/other/all of the above
6. nuclear war
7. Roman-style slow rot
8. Messy, incomplete terrorist job
9. Sudden depletion of vital resource (i.e. water, crops, oxygen, Oil doesn't count. We're talking permanent apocalypse here, not temporary dark age.)
10 Massive, very-long-term conventional war (highly unlikely, but could be fun)
11. Supernova (lame, no suffering)
12. All of humanity joins suicide cult.
13. Pet rebellion
14. Richter-20 earthquake smashes earth's crust into thousands of pieces which subsequently melt into the mantle.
15. Mad scientist clones dinosaures/saber-tooth cats/animal/weapon hybrids
16. Mad scientist causes clash with anti-matter (or bizarro world, universe, etc.)
17. Mad scientist goes back in time and destroys first primodial DNA, preventing everything that has ever lived from having ever existed.
18. Mad scientist... (you get the idea)
19. Chitillu rises
20. "Nuclear" (or volcanic, toxic) winter
21. Motherfucking meteorite
The correct answer is 7. I know it's probably not the sexy choice, but never mind. Just think about it, a slow descent into anarchy and than oblivion. Corruption, decadence, social and physical decay; everything that makes life worth living will be on the increase. This would also be the doomsday scenario most likely to lead to a Mad Max style post-civilization. and who in his right mind wouldn't want that? At any rate, most of the other options would require hard work, while slow decay requires only that we ignore our social obligations.
(I realize there was a lot of overlap in my scenarios, but I didn't want all kinds of subdivisons making the list too complicated.)
1. Massive Flu plague (ala "The Stand")
2. Massive hemmorigic fever plague.
3. Robot revolt
4. Alien conquest
5. Hand of God/Satan/Allah/other/all of the above
6. nuclear war
7. Roman-style slow rot
8. Messy, incomplete terrorist job
9. Sudden depletion of vital resource (i.e. water, crops, oxygen, Oil doesn't count. We're talking permanent apocalypse here, not temporary dark age.)
10 Massive, very-long-term conventional war (highly unlikely, but could be fun)
11. Supernova (lame, no suffering)
12. All of humanity joins suicide cult.
13. Pet rebellion
14. Richter-20 earthquake smashes earth's crust into thousands of pieces which subsequently melt into the mantle.
15. Mad scientist clones dinosaures/saber-tooth cats/animal/weapon hybrids
16. Mad scientist causes clash with anti-matter (or bizarro world, universe, etc.)
17. Mad scientist goes back in time and destroys first primodial DNA, preventing everything that has ever lived from having ever existed.
18. Mad scientist... (you get the idea)
19. Chitillu rises
20. "Nuclear" (or volcanic, toxic) winter
21. Motherfucking meteorite
The correct answer is 7. I know it's probably not the sexy choice, but never mind. Just think about it, a slow descent into anarchy and than oblivion. Corruption, decadence, social and physical decay; everything that makes life worth living will be on the increase. This would also be the doomsday scenario most likely to lead to a Mad Max style post-civilization. and who in his right mind wouldn't want that? At any rate, most of the other options would require hard work, while slow decay requires only that we ignore our social obligations.
(I realize there was a lot of overlap in my scenarios, but I didn't want all kinds of subdivisons making the list too complicated.)
Dé Luain, Deireadh Fómhair 09, 2006
startran
the city of Lincoln should really run its buses later than 6:30 P.M. I need a DVR cassete, and nobody sells them downtown. They must think that nobody down here can afford a video camera, which is true. By the time I had checked all of the downtown shops, there was no time left to catch a bus to the mall district without risking being stranded there.
I can still pick it up and do all of my shit tomarow, but it's going to be a very busy day, and I hate being busy. If I have to drop out of visual and Aural lit over this, I'm suing the mayor.
I can still pick it up and do all of my shit tomarow, but it's going to be a very busy day, and I hate being busy. If I have to drop out of visual and Aural lit over this, I'm suing the mayor.
Monday Morning Nihilism blowout
Fuck gravity. I appreciate not flying off into the oblivion, but I just don't think that gravity should be one of the fundamental forces of nature. I'm especially mad that gravity has such a strong effect on the earth's orbit and , consequently, its whether. Wouldn't everything be much better if the earth didn't tilt? Wouldn't it be nice if our planet was always stuck on equinox? 12 hours of day, 12 hours of night for all, always spring/fall on one end and always fall/spring on the other. It would be paradise.
I'm not just aimlessly rambling here (well okay, I am.) Unless you live on the American
Plains, you have no idea to know what it's like to live where the whether is either too hot or too cold, never just right. I am not exaggerating, never. Even the perfect, room-temperature days we do have are usually ruined by the wind.
Fuck wind. Plant seeds can be distributed perfectly well by a 10m.p.h. breeze. there is simply no reason for the wind to blow harder than that. what purpose does is serve? Out here in the sticks or anywhere else? Besides to force us inside and turn us into even bigger narrow-minded drunks than we already are? There are stories of pioneers being driven to murder and madness by the wind. This is perfectly understandible, even commendible. Wind is proof that nature hates us. the only way to escape the wind is to escape the physical plane of existence and help others to do so. I live in the center of a city of 200,000-plus, and still there's no escape from the infernal whining of the sky.
Most of all, fuck you. The very fact that your reading this proves that you are a whore for technology. That's right, go on and take a break from your pornography to laugh at some lunatic's rants. Once you're done here you can go back to gorging yourself on Wikipedia's "knowledge" or an endless stream of unfunny pop-culture jokes. Let's here it for more infotainment to deaden the masses; distracting you from your sado-masochistic government and your cruel and heartless universe.
All the energy we use thinking up ways to be clever would be better spent on mindless distruction and rfebellion against imposed meanings of life. But not today, I've got an English class to go to. That's right, an English class. got a problem?
Fuck you.
I'm not just aimlessly rambling here (well okay, I am.) Unless you live on the American
Plains, you have no idea to know what it's like to live where the whether is either too hot or too cold, never just right. I am not exaggerating, never. Even the perfect, room-temperature days we do have are usually ruined by the wind.
Fuck wind. Plant seeds can be distributed perfectly well by a 10m.p.h. breeze. there is simply no reason for the wind to blow harder than that. what purpose does is serve? Out here in the sticks or anywhere else? Besides to force us inside and turn us into even bigger narrow-minded drunks than we already are? There are stories of pioneers being driven to murder and madness by the wind. This is perfectly understandible, even commendible. Wind is proof that nature hates us. the only way to escape the wind is to escape the physical plane of existence and help others to do so. I live in the center of a city of 200,000-plus, and still there's no escape from the infernal whining of the sky.
Most of all, fuck you. The very fact that your reading this proves that you are a whore for technology. That's right, go on and take a break from your pornography to laugh at some lunatic's rants. Once you're done here you can go back to gorging yourself on Wikipedia's "knowledge" or an endless stream of unfunny pop-culture jokes. Let's here it for more infotainment to deaden the masses; distracting you from your sado-masochistic government and your cruel and heartless universe.
All the energy we use thinking up ways to be clever would be better spent on mindless distruction and rfebellion against imposed meanings of life. But not today, I've got an English class to go to. That's right, an English class. got a problem?
Fuck you.
Dé Domhnaigh, Deireadh Fómhair 08, 2006
hungover nonsense
I was reading up on cheap alcohol and noticed a net post where a fellow said that Hurricane Ice Malt Liquor was only availible in Washington state. This is not true. It is very popular in Whiteclay, Nebraska, just accross the border from the Pine Ridge Lakota Reservation.
You may have heard of it. If so, you have heard that it is a terrible shithole, and this is true. Alcohol is banned on the rez. But they still have drunks, and so they go to...
Whiteclay is an unincorperated hamlet of 14. It consists of four liquor stores and nothing else save for a pawn shop.
A Whiteclay store clerk was recently quoted in the Lincoln Journal Star as saying that she occasionaly wonders if she's a bad person. Well, you sell 40's of Hurricane Ice to people who are clearly dying every morning. You are a drug dealer, and you know this.. True, you are running a legal capitalist enterprise whereas crack dealers are not. But this is a distinction without a difference now isn't it?
Anyway, I'm glad to hear you occasionaly feel bad about enabling suicide. Maybe you're not such a bad person after all.
You may have heard of it. If so, you have heard that it is a terrible shithole, and this is true. Alcohol is banned on the rez. But they still have drunks, and so they go to...
Whiteclay is an unincorperated hamlet of 14. It consists of four liquor stores and nothing else save for a pawn shop.
A Whiteclay store clerk was recently quoted in the Lincoln Journal Star as saying that she occasionaly wonders if she's a bad person. Well, you sell 40's of Hurricane Ice to people who are clearly dying every morning. You are a drug dealer, and you know this.. True, you are running a legal capitalist enterprise whereas crack dealers are not. But this is a distinction without a difference now isn't it?
Anyway, I'm glad to hear you occasionaly feel bad about enabling suicide. Maybe you're not such a bad person after all.
Dé hAoine, Deireadh Fómhair 06, 2006
Halloween is the new Christmas
I'll need to pick up a costume sometime this weekend, three weeks before Halloween, so that I can attend a costume party next Saturday, 18 days before Halloween. Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this? Does anyone else wonder why they call them Holidays? I'm not an uptight, get-your-ass-to-work kind of guy. It's just that there's something untoward about our impatience and need to justify our alcoholism. If our dead ancestors and harvest gods can wait until the end of the month before taking the pick of the crop, than surly we can hold off the ceremony for at least that long. It's a simple manner of having respect.
Déardaoin, Deireadh Fómhair 05, 2006
Tut-Tut DN
With modern technology being what it is, it was only a matter of time before Daily Nebraskan cartoonist Brent Meir would be misunderstood by a wider audience.The cartoon is, of course, unfunny, but not offensive. It is actually slightly better than Meir's usual cartoons since it's not that hard to figure out he is trying to make a joke
I saw the "greatest fans in the world" doing the wave while Washington was possibly crippled or dead on the ground. This is no surprise. Only a deluded few even pretend anymore that there is any nobility or honor to our bread and circuses. We may get morally outraged at the likes of Terell Owens when it provides us with an excuse to hate black people in public, but the truth is that we don't very much care about our own players, let alone the other teams'. This incident has not revealed anything unknown or unusual.
The Meier controversy was started by KU fans trolling the internet for excuses to be outraged by something.
I would never wish an injury upon any player. Maybe Nebraska fans do, especially after a player for a team they've hammered for so long is now competing with them. Maybe Nebraska can't deal with Kansas improving in football.
So said one outraged Kansan. The blunt truth is that our football team has been beaten by lots of teams in the past few years, and no, we don't take last year's Kansas game particularly harder than any other loss.
There was a time when only psychopaths like Dick Butkis needed to convince themselves that every opponent disrespected him and every game was a battle for personal honor. The fact that winning is beter than losing seemed to be motivation enough for everyone else.
These days, we have sports-talk radio, ESPN, and the internet pumping up the volume and emotion on sports and everything else. Every team is a rival. Every statement of confidence is a "guranteed win" or an insult. The obsession with respect and disrespect in sports culture betrays deep childishness and insecurity in real-life culture. It's enough to make me ashamed to be watching the game with my pitcher of Blue Moon.
Mark Foley is Batman
From 1954's "Seduction of the Innocent" by Frederic Wertham
Sometimes they are shown on a couch, Bruce reclining and Dick sitting next to him, jacket off, collar open, and his hand on his friends arm. Like girls in other stories, Robbin is sometimes held captive by the villians..... Robin is a handsome athletic boy, usually showing his uniform with bare legs. He is buoyant with energy and devoted to nothing on earth or interplanetary space as much as to Bruce Wayne. He often stands with legs spread, the genital region discreetly evident.
Often times Batman ends up in bed injured, and young Robin is by his side. At home they lead an idyllic life. They are Bruce Wayne and "Dick" Grayson. Bruce is described as a "socialite" and the official relationship is that Dick is Bruce's ward. They live in sumptious quarters, with beautiful flowers in large vases, and they own a butler, Alfred. Batman is sometimes shown in a dressing gown.
So what, you ask, does Mark Foley have to do with any of this? That shouldn't be so hard to figure out. Foley is just a man with heroic instincts looking for a strapping (and apparently, strapped) young man to take under his wing.
The Greeks saw the wisdom of this. If elder father-figures offer nothing but discipline, than the boys under their direction will rebel, and seek comfort in the bosoms of filthy vaginites. If, on the other hand, these elders offer, emotional comfort, affection, and the deep physical union that only men can have with each other, than their proteges will be eternally loyal. In other words, elders should offer themselves as "daddy" figures instead of father figures.
Mark Foley is nothing but a misunderstood warrior-sage. He's obviously read the old Batman stories and understood the deeper meaning. Surely Bruce Wayne himself would be proud to wear the elephant. Or at least he would be, if the G.O.P wern't so quick to cast Foley out in reaction to the public's fake outrage. If the Republicans presented themselves as "The Party of Batman" the people will understand, and they will be rewarded in November.
While we're on the subject, please be sure not to confuse Mark Foley with Nebraska's own Mike Foley. Foley is the recently term-limited state senator from Lincoln. He is more anti-abortion than you are. He plans on riding this fact to the state auditor's office; and presumably the governor's mansion from there. There's a good chance that he will to, which is a shame. While our Foley clearly has sexual repression issues of his own; he hasn't been caught in bed with anybody yet. Fairness
demands that we assume he is clean as far as that goes.Not Mark Foley
Confusing Congressman foley with wrestler Mick Foley is already an internet cliche, but damned if it's not still funny.
Finally, I'd like to have a word with my readers. You may have noticed that I have been writing a great deal about gayness in the past week or so. Think nothing of it. I have simply been forced to address the matter by writing about athletes, Christianity, and Republican Congressmen. I assure you it says nothing about me, and I'll be glad to tell you so in person in the Bricktop bathroom on 80's night.
Not Mark Foley
Dé Máirt, Deireadh Fómhair 03, 2006
read between the lines here people
there is a certain girl I know. She hasn't shown much inclination for "alternative experiences" before, but now she's asking me if I know where too find exotic drugs. I have no idea why she would ask me, :) I have no idea where to get illegal substances :) Anyway, she is clearly going through the motions on this, crossing off a list of things she did in college. Than again, what's wrong with that?
On a side note, I happened by a certain house last weekend that was vandalized by a gang of filthy, no-good, hooligans who I have never seen before. I found this very disturbing and was sure to tell the authorities everything I knew. Of course, they were busy directing traffic after the game and all, so I wonder if they got my message.
On a side note, I happened by a certain house last weekend that was vandalized by a gang of filthy, no-good, hooligans who I have never seen before. I found this very disturbing and was sure to tell the authorities everything I knew. Of course, they were busy directing traffic after the game and all, so I wonder if they got my message.
Dé Luain, Deireadh Fómhair 02, 2006
Just a thought
If I may, I though I might give my thoughts on the mind of the gun nut. (Especially the concealed-gun devotees, guns by themselves are fine by me.)
1. Society can be neatly divided between "law-abiding citizens" who never commit any crimes and criminals who commit all of the crimes.
2. All members of this criminal class are more or less the same. Every two-bit thief or junkie is a potential murderer and must be treated as such.
3. Fear(of getting shot) is more powerful motivator than desire. ( For your wallet. Tell that to a pimp sprinkling angel dust on his cigarette.)
4. Furthermore, criminals look at the world through the same reference as gun nuts, and are more concerned about weather or not a mark has a gun than weather or not they look lost and disoriented on the bad end of town.
5. Members of the "safe" class are "normal" Americans. (Christian? middle-class? White?) and are therefore easily distinguishable from criminals.
1. Society can be neatly divided between "law-abiding citizens" who never commit any crimes and criminals who commit all of the crimes.
2. All members of this criminal class are more or less the same. Every two-bit thief or junkie is a potential murderer and must be treated as such.
3. Fear(of getting shot) is more powerful motivator than desire. ( For your wallet. Tell that to a pimp sprinkling angel dust on his cigarette.)
4. Furthermore, criminals look at the world through the same reference as gun nuts, and are more concerned about weather or not a mark has a gun than weather or not they look lost and disoriented on the bad end of town.
5. Members of the "safe" class are "normal" Americans. (Christian? middle-class? White?) and are therefore easily distinguishable from criminals.
Dé hAoine, Meán Fómhair 29, 2006
Only a dead girl or a live boy
Maf54: Show your package then
xxxxxxx: Slow things down a little im still young, like under 18. dont want to do anything illegal. Im not 18 till feb. 23
Maf54 I know
nothing will happen
just dreaming
Courtesy of Congressman Mark Foley (R-Bangkok) and one of his boys.
xxxxxxx: Slow things down a little im still young, like under 18. dont want to do anything illegal. Im not 18 till feb. 23
Maf54 I know
nothing will happen
just dreaming
Courtesy of Congressman Mark Foley (R-Bangkok) and one of his boys.
Déardaoin, Meán Fómhair 28, 2006
Overseen on T-Shirt
I am a Christian Competitor
My body is the temple of Jesus Christ. I protect it from within and without. Nothing enters my body That does not honor the living God. My sweat is an offering to my master. My soreness is a sacrifice to my savior
Too hot for words.
My body is the temple of Jesus Christ. I protect it from within and without. Nothing enters my body That does not honor the living God. My sweat is an offering to my master. My soreness is a sacrifice to my savior
Too hot for words.
Dé Máirt, Meán Fómhair 26, 2006
Tottenham fan
I met a Brit at the bar a couple of nights ago. Everyone around him was fascinated. It turns out, (who woulda thunk it) that Britian isn't much different from here. They get their drivers licenses at 17, they can drink at 18, they naever have and never will get over their techno phase, that's it.
The accents are interesting, let's not beat around the bush about that. My friend was a Tottenham Hotspur fan, and I was fascinated by his ability to make a three-sylable word into a monosylaible word. (toyiam)
The accents are interesting, let's not beat around the bush about that. My friend was a Tottenham Hotspur fan, and I was fascinated by his ability to make a three-sylable word into a monosylaible word. (toyiam)
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