Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas

Just wrapped up my Christmas I'd like to wish anyone who sees this a Merry Fucking Christmas.

Yes, I'll be watching Die Hard again this year. Best Christmas movie ever!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Thoughts on Ron Paul

I'm starting to get bummed out by all the people who have fallen in love with Ron Paul. The diehards who have loved him all these years, I can understand. But some of these others, man, I don't know...

"I don't care if he's racist," they say, "I like his foreign policy. He wants to the end the wars. He's for peace!"

Hey, so am I and the only wars I like I can view safely on TV and preferably, it's a Hollywood production. But I ain't no pacifist.

I'm sorry about all the civilians killed in drone attacks, too, but I'm pretty sure that most of the time, it's a mistake. A mistake caused by the machinery of war, no doubt, collateral damage of the worst sort, and never something to take lightly. But consider how wars used to be fought. Not just in the 20th Century when technology allowed innumerable horrors, but back in the sticks and stones days.

If a civilian was killed, it most certainly was by design. Oops, didn't mean to slaughter that village and burn their huts. Sorry, I was looking for this other guy...

What we did in Iraq was a travesty. How we got into the war, how it was fought, what it resulted in, the whole thing. I endorse none of it, and I'm glad we're out. Afghanistan is a little more complicated. Invading might not have been a good idea. Sticking around for so long, even less. But at least we had a reason...

And that brings me to Osama. And his buddy, what's his face, the American. (Al-awaki.) Even Gaddafi and the airstrikes in Libya. The drones in Pakistan? Same thing.

Ron Paul wants none of that. He wants us to aw shucks it home, not because the job is done, but because he believes on principle that the job shouldn't be done. Ever.

Forget current circumstances. He's standing on principle. Nazis invade Poland? Not my problem. Soviets put nukes in Cuba? Not my problem. Iranians torch the embassy and take hostages? Not my problem. That might have worked in Vietnam and Iraq, but for every circumstance that may befall us?

"Not my problem" ain't gonna do it.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Just Saying

Hey, I get it. Some people are better than others at troubleshooting. It's a scientific, logical process, often a process of elimination.

One sentence you never want to utter while troubleshooting is "Well, everything looks alright."

Because the follow-up question at that point is, "Is it working?"


"Then despite all appearances, everything is not alright!"

Imagine, you call a plumber to find out why your toilet won't flush. He says with a shrug, "Well, everything looks alright."

You go to the doctor because you're coughing up blood and you have this lump on your lymph nodes. He says, "Well, everything looks alright."

Your car won't start, so you take it to the mechanic. "Well, everything looks alright."

An unsatisfactory answer? To say the least.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

What I've Been Reading Lately

The Hunter, by Richard Stark (a pen name of Donald E. Westlake) featuring his legendary anti-hero, Parker.

Here he is, interrogating a goon:
Stegman licked his lips. He turned his head and nodded at the small stone buildings out at the end of the pier. "There's people there," he said. "All I got to do is holler."

"You'd never get it out. Take a deep breath and you're dead. Open your mouth wide and you're dead."

Stegman looked back at him. "I don't see no gun," he said. "I don't see no weapon."

Parker held up his hands. "You see two of them," he said. "They're all I need."
This book is the first in a long line of Parker novels and it also provided the basis for the Mel Gibson flick, Payback.

Only in the movie they called him Porter for some reason.


This made me laugh:
Anti-tax advocate Douglas Bruce has been found guilty of tax evasion.
At least he's got the courage of his convictions.

He's facing 12 years in the slammer, a dubious end to a dubious guy.

I Heart America

Context here.
A Navy tradition caught up with the repeal of the U.S. military's "don't ask, don't tell" rule on Wednesday when two women sailors became the first to share the coveted "first kiss" on the pier after one of them returned from 80 days at sea.
I hope this photo makes John Boehner cry...

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Kill Her

If it wasn't for my nephew, I would have never heard of Hopsin. He played this video for me, and I don't know...

Sound-wise, it's alright. The beats are dark and menacing and he does have flow, but...

Like most hip-hop, the lyrics are stupid. Oh, they're clever in places, but in the end this song is about how he wants to kill the head of his record company for not promoting his record.

A murder fantasy...about the lack of a marketing plan.

Turn that around in your mind a little bit. First of all, who cares? Bitch about your record deal if you want, but do you have to do it on your record? Just gimme some music, man.

Secondly, who would want to do business with a guy like this? A deal doesn't work out, happens all the time. The professional response is to shake hands and move on. The immature response is "Bitch, how come it flopped?" (Which is actually a line from the song.)

How come it flopped? I shall quote Kanye West:
That's why we hear your music hitting fast fo'
Cuz we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo'

Monday, December 19, 2011

What I've Been Reading Lately

Dead in the West, by Joe R. Lansdale, for this sumptuous goofiness:
Zombies began to push their way through the windows all around the church.

The Reverend lifted his shotgun to his shoulder. "Hallowed by thy name, oh Lord -- and shotgun do your stuff."

The Reverend blew the head off one of the zombies who was writhing through. The decapitated creature slide backwards out he window and out of view. And the siege began.
It's a "zombie western," perhaps the first of its kind. Thou shalt not take it seriously.