I live in Memphis, in a neighborhood that was rumored to be nice, but as it turns out, sometimes isn't. I have a neighbor who calls himself 'Rooster', another who answers only to 'Yo G!' Life is rarely dull, as the average Memphian has an IQ slightly higher than Forrest Gump, and acts accordingly. A small number of Memphians are geniuses. Even fewer still have hearts of gold. Unfortunately, in the war for our future, the Forrest Gumps seem to be winning. Come read all about it.
If you change lanes slowly without using a blinker I just assume you're messing with your cell phone and don't even know you did it. Basically, I assume you're an idiot and I treat you accordingly.
When you go out with your woman, who is obviously beautiful and totally into you, take your damn BlueTooth phone off your ear and pay attention to her, you dick.
If you park in 2 spaces at a crowded restaurant on a Saturday night, you're a piece of shit and your car should be towed and crushed. And yes, I know who you are because I watched you stand their like a pretentious douche and set your car alarm. Everyone in the parking lot knew who the douchebag parked crooked was. You're so stupid you seemed actually proud of it.
When I was in college I gave up a relationship with a hot girl simply because she lived in the next city over and I thought it was too far and we'd never work, 'cause you know, long-distance relationships and all that. I was sooo stupid.
A woman at JP Morgan lost $2 billion making risky trades, contradicting the recently highly publicized feminist claims that everything bad on Wall Street was the result of "too much testosterone" among those trading there. The Press, not surprisingly, is in a frenzy looking for men to blame for the JP Morgan woman's money-bleeding actions in order to protect the feminists' bullshit claims.
Meanwhile, a series of articles in the Wall Street Journal about why more women aren't CEOs quotes numerous current female CEOs advising other women to "take more chances, bigger risks." Hmm, sounds like testosterone talk to me.
Every once in awhile, the writers and editors at the Wall Street Journal respond to my letters about their work and say "you're a dick." They don't word it exactly that way, but that's the gist of it.
Black politicians/Democrats are trying to prop up Obama by saying "we're all for redefining marriage to benefit gay people." But black voters are saying "oh no you di'nt" and getting pissed off.
If you receive a phone call that is the wrong number, but you don't say "you have the wrong number" before you hang up, I'm just going to call you right back again until I find out if its the wrong number or not, idiot.
What kind of University graduates "intellectual elites" who think the way to get out of debt is to spend ever more money until the problem goes away? Clearly some of our ivy league schools have failed us. "Reduce spending? Who does that?! That's crazy talk!"
Giggling at other people's farts while sitting on the toilet in the men's room at work is generally frowned upon. Trying to strike up a conversation about them is even more frowned upon. Now you know.
All the womens are going apeshit over this song, and all the mens are saying "eh, what's the big deal?" ....
I'm sitting on the toilet in the men's room writing on a smartphone and sweating because they never provide decent air circulation in men's rooms. I've spent the last 2 weeks of my life at work. At the finish line, while I struggled to resolve a problem last minute so I could still make the deadline, my boss grabbed me and spent an hour telling me a new direction he wanted me to go. This ended any chance of making the deadline, ironically.
OK, so New Blogger doesn't work well with smartphones, apparently. I had to go to an actual computer to finish this post.
Yes, no, maybe, too damned expensive
I don't know what to say about what is going on. Basically I am just working all the time and that is all. OK, that isn't ALL but it's close to it. On the topic of The Car, I have found The Car that I want, and it's even here in Memphis, but it's in the hands of some local dealers who think it's worth more than a new model version of the same car and so they're asking a shitload of money more than it's worth to me. I've tried to recruit my movie-star-looks niece to come mesmerize the salesmen with her Jewish powers of wheeling and dealing, which she most definitely has in spades, but she won't do it. Not even the promise of free antique furniture can persuade her to come to a city like Memphis, dammit. So it's up to me and my Gentile powers of persuasion. All I can do is go look at the car and tell the salesman that I'll buy it and drive it away that day, but not unless he knocks a good $7-10,000 off the price. If he says "no" then I'll just have to look elsewhere.
Elizabeth Banks is on "30 Rock"
I am SO GLAD that Elizabeth Banks has returned to "30 Rock" even if it wasn't until the end of the season. Yes, I realize she's busy making movies, but I love her and I love seeing her on a weekly TV show that is as funny as she is. She's perfect for that show.
I'm sure there's stuff in the news I'd love to comment on, but since I haven't had time to watch the news I don't know what it is. All I've had time to read in the papers is that Obama is attacking Romney for being a successful businessman and Romney is attacking Obama for being a flaming communist dictator. So there's that.
About 6 months ago I posted "I still talk to Steph." Sure, she had said it was OK if I told you all, but apparently she changed her mind because I haven't heard a word out of her since. Ah, the quirky drama of the internet! Someone should create a soap opera about the shit that goes on here.
Karina Halle
2 former bloggers that I know have published books. Karina Halle, in my blogroll under "Wanderlusting" has 4 books out and I am in the middle of book 3 now. They are awesome. And Marlayna Glynn Brown, of a now retired Las Vegas blog, has a book out that is every bit as interesting as we all thought it would be back when we kept commenting on her blog "you should really write a book about this stuff. This is fascinating!" And she did.
OK, so that's really all I have time to say. I need to pack up and hit the road. I have a lot to get done tonight. Don't be a stranger and I'll try not to be either.
So, what's been happening since my last opportunity to blog? I've been slammed at work and I do mean slammed. I'm basically between things that I have to do and writing as fast as I can. Pardon me if this feels rushed.
A woman in China was so angry with a shopkeeper for refusing to allow her to lean her scooter up against his store and leave it there that she assaulted him. When she was unable to beat him into submission she did what any low-class, entitled piece of trash does - she went and got her husband and brother to come help her beat him up. Her husband and brother, also being low-class Chinese rednecks, happily complied. Who the hell did this man think he was telling their woman that she couldn't park her scooter any damn place she pleased? So they began to beat him up. While they did, the trashy scooter woman grabbed the victim's testicles and squeezed as hard as she could until she crushed them and he fell down dead.
Because this vicious sexual assault was committed in communist China and not the very feminist United States this woman may very well receive a just and well-deserved punishment for her horrific crime, along with her stupid husband and even more stupid brother. It's sad to say that China is more likely to hand down a just sentence to criminals than the United States, but in this case it is true.
We shall blindfold her and shoot her, like Americans used to do to killers
29-year-old unarmed Hispanic male, Daniel Adkins, was shot dead at a Taco Bell by a 22-year-old armed black male, whom police refused to identify. The shooter was not arrested or charged. No one from CNN, ABC, CBS, HLN or NBC news came to the Taco Bell to cover the story or try to find and interview the shooter of the unarmed Hispanic victim. No one from the NAACP, ACORN, the White House, the black panther-controlled DOJ, or Al Sharpton protested or demanded justice. The shooting was ignored.
A poll conducted by Reuters found that one in seven people worldwide think the end of the world will occur during their lifetime. Not surprisingly, a larger than average 22 percent of Americans believed the end of the world was coming, as the TV, movies and their public school teachers have told them so. And, you know, global warming. Almost no one in France believed it, with less than 4 percent indicating belief. Australians responded by declaring their belief that the carbon tax was going to destroy everything they'd ever worked for anyway so they didn't care about whether the world ended or not. Everyone polled in Great Britain responded, "who gives a fuck?" The poll included people in China, Turkey, Russia, Mexico, South Korea, Japan, the United States, Argentina, Hungary, Poland, Sweden, France, Spain, Belgium, Canada, Australia, Italy, South Africa, Great Britain, Indonesia, and Germany.
Yeah, that's all I have time for. Seriously, I have to go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be rough, just like today was and yesterday and pretty much the whole previous month. Just so you'll know, I have not had time to buy a car. I did manage to wreck my current car, though. Yes, I did indeed. I wrecked my car. And I did it in a way that only I could manager. I hit my 4x4 truck with my car in my own driveway and uglied up my car. I shit you not. It didn't do jack crap to the 4x4, but the car crumpled like a beer can.
In other 'me' news, I am somehow being drawn back into the past. I don't know why or what set this off, but I recently bought an old 1970s turntable, which I am using right now, and an old '70s Marantz receiver which cost me over $400. Oh, and I also bought a much less expensive receiver that is identical to one my father owned. It has an 8-track built into it. Ah, that's what set this off. Now I remember. My mom left my dad's albums in the garage after he died. I was looking at them and I found a stack of old 8-tracks. And that reminded me of one of his old receivers that played 8-tracks. And that reminded me of another receiver he had in a walnut cabinet. And that got me to thinking about my receiver that I've had since I was a kid which was one of his many old receivers before I got it for Christmas. And that led me to Ebay.
Nothing good ever comes from my being on Ebay. It's like Google with my credit card attached. I start off just wondering about something and the next thing I know I'm buying a shitload of old stuff that other people don't want, which is how it ended up on Ebay in the first place. And then I'm broke and there is a mountain of boxes on my front porch that UPS dropped off.
Yeah, so if you don't see me on The Blog it's because I'm swamped at work. And I do mean swamped. You might see me drop an occasional post on Twitter. Possibly a smart-assed remark or two on Facebook. Or maybe battling for a dusty stereo cabinet on Ebay. But mostly I'm just slammed to the wall at my job and can barely find the time to take a dump, let alone write anything or comment on the day's events. I can't even get my crumpled car fixed where I dented the shit out of it whacking the bumper of a big 4-wheel-drive truck in my driveway because I'm so busy.
So there you go. No new car yet. Haven't written Little Red Riding Hood, although I am still thinking about an idea that has promise. Hell, I haven't even planned out my vacation for the beach this summer and if I wait much longer everything is going to be booked up. Gotta run!
Well, what to say with all the chaos in my life right now? My train of thought today is more like a switching station in a train yard. I'm going every which way.
Romney is the Republican Nominee
He's got the money to back his own campaign, and he's clearly serious about this. His opponents went broke, or into debt trying to win it. Many came close. Now it remains to be seen if Romney can convince conservative-Americans that he is a conservative and not just a party puppet, out-of-touch and useless like so many others before him.
The press is talking about Mitt Romney's number one problem - men aren't voting for him. If he were a Democrat this wouldn't matter. The Democratic Party long ago declared its hatred of the male sex and its allegiance to the communist manifesto's mission statement declaring the goal of destroying "white European males, capitalism and the Christian church." As a result, Democrats rely on the votes of those they bribe with discriminatory and illegal favors - blacks, women, gays and union members. The Republicans, by contrast, rely on the votes of men, heterosexuals and Christians. Without the support of male voters the Republican party cannot win. But the Republican party leadership is made up of liberal former Democrats, gay Log Cabin Republican men, country club third-generation money wimps, and other very out-of-touch, non-conservatives who want accolades from the rich social circles that they move in, and that means feminists. In order to win accolades from feminists they must betray male voters at every turn. They freely do so. But male voters aren't stupid. They know they're getting bent over and ass-raped on a regular basis in Washington and all the other seats of power around the United States. So when male voters sense that a Republican isn't genuine, that he's going to ass-rape them, they don't support that candidate. Bob Dole and John McCain are two fine examples of Republican ass-rapers who lost in their feeble attempts to reach the White House as a direct consequence of kissing up to feminists and betraying the trust of male voters. Mitt Romney's failure to stand up for men's right to exist during the Augusta Country Club scandal actually lowered his ratings among male voters. This was as predictable as the sun rising in the morning, and yet it came as a surprise to him and his staff. This surprise is a bad indicator of future failure by Mitt Romney should he not pull his head out and face up to the reality that if he doesn't stand up for men and fight for the male vote, he will not get it and he will lose.
A black man in a private neighborhood in which he did not reside was observed after dark by armed community watch members who tried to question him. His response was to walk rapidly away from them, cover his face with a hood, and finally to assault one of them when they caught up with him. He was shot and killed by the Hispanic man he was allegedly on top of and pummeling. The police saw no reason to arrest the shooter as it was a clear-cut case of legally justified self-defense. But under Obama and his black supremacist brother-in-arms, Eric Holder, the US Department of Justice is totally radicalized, viewing the purpose of power and trust to be the advancement of a black supremacist, Marxist agenda. Thus, even though the shooting was legal, the shooter shall be arrested and charged anyway. His crime isn't that he broke the law. His crime is that he is Hispanic instead of black or female or gay, and thus not permitted the same legal protections as he would have if he were black or female or gay. This case is one of dozens in which the Department of Justice has clearly allied with the Black Panther hate-group in perverting or preventing justice under the guise of law enforcement. Everyone knows it. And yet, Mitt Romney may still lose the coming heavily fraud-tainted presidential election because he won't stand up for the rights of the common ordinary man against the Priestesses of Political Correctness.
The hard-Left communist Democrats are attacking non-candidate Ann Romney for the crime of being a good wife and mother to her children, staying home to raise them to be productive members of society instead of ruthless thugs like many of the parentless children in America whom the Democrats rely upon for votes. To the feminist-controlled communist Democratic Party, being a housewife is the worst possible thing a woman can do and they have no qualms whatever about crucifying any woman who chooses this very important, necessary and highly respected path. Thus, they are in full attack mode, targeting her for their most vicious assaults in an attempt to bully her husband out of the presidential race. Meanwhile, Michelle Obama, who not only never worked a day in her life either, but also cannot explain how she and husband Barack managed to afford the very expensive home they lived in in Chicago, has not been criticized at all for her total lack of contribution to society.
Christina Reber was so convinced that she owned her ex-boyfriend and thus his sexuality, too, that after they broke up she kicked in his door and ripped off his testicles while attempting to crush them with her hands. She was charged not with sexual assault, but with assault, as if she had punched him in the face. This is like saying that a man who kicks in a woman's door and pummels the inside of her vagina with a baseball bat or his penis is simply guilty of assault, as if he had bloodied her lip and nothing more. And when males are the victims of sexual violence this is always how The Law treats it - as nothing of significance and certainly not deserving of severe punishment. I guarantee you this psychotic sex offender will get a plea deal to a misdemeanor and walk out the door with a sentence measured not in years, but in days. Fifty bucks says she serves less than 90 days in a jail cell when all is said and done. Women who cut off their boyfriends penises have served less so there's no reason to expect anything different with this one. And of course she will not be registered as a sex offender. We reserve this lifetime sentence for old men who wag their penises at passing strangers or nerds caught with photos of high school girls because, you know, those guys are so incredibly dangerous.
Mississippi is the feminists dream state, with more strong, independent girls having babies without husbands than any other state. Mississippi girls have sex when they want, where they want and with whomever they want, the way feminists insist all women should. When they turn up pregnant, if they choose not to abort, they simply have the baby, husband or no husband, known father or no idea who he is, hell or high water. Congratulations Mississippi! You are America's most "progressive" state!
All of my life I have heard of a band called The Velvet Underground. It never occurred to me that I have never actually listened to a single song by The Velvet Underground until today. I read in the Wall Street Journal about a book titled "Seeing The Light: Inside the Velvet Underground" by Rob Jovanovic. Just reading about the band makes me want this book. It's ironic that I'm just now learning of this right after learning about Edie Sedgwick, an Andy Warhol satellite, so to speak. It seems that the Velvet Underground was in various ways tied to Andy Warhol, too, and that their original lead singer, a German model named only Nico, was one of his 'girls'. She was even in the movie I reviewed about Edie, but if they identified her I didn't know who she was so I missed the significance. Now I need to rewatch the film so I can verify that it was supposed to be her.
Apparently the Velvet Underground had a huge influence, even though it did not sell a lot of albums. And it barely lasted 3 years. Nico left after their first album and went solo. Lou Reed kicked out his brother founding-member, John Cale, making original band member and guitarist Sterling Morrison angry enough that he quit, too. Lou Reed then quit, leaving only their drummer, Maureen Tucker, the last remaining original member. She didn't know what to do with herself, so she quit and got a regular job, more or less forgetting all about being a rockstar. Other replacement bandmembers continued on, but the magic was gone.
Sterling Morrison, the guitar player who quit out of anger that Lou Reed had expelled John Cale, also quit music, returning to college at the University of Texas to get a doctorate. Then he went and became a tug boat captain.
It's the weirdest damn story of a band I never heard but always heard of that anyone could imagine. I think I'm going to buy this book.
OK, this video ads a new twist to things. It's all Edie Sedgwick, set to the Velvet Underground with Nico singing "Femme Fatale". According to the person who posted this video, Andy Warhol asked Lou Reed to write a song about Edie. And this is the song he wrote.
The more I learn about Andy Warhol and everyone connected to him, the more I get the impression that it was a bunch of egomaniacs high on heroin and screwing with each other while at the same time resenting the hell out of each other. It's like it was a big soap opera made up of rich New York debutantes.
I live in Memphis. I don't own a confederate flag, but I do drive a pickup truck. Everyone here seems to be related. If you move here then you are forever an outsider. I, being from a rival southern state, am considered to be worse than a Yankee due to football rivalries involving colleges that many of the worst people here never attended.
Many of my neighbors drive monster trucks and use them to run people off the road for fun. They live by the T-shirt slogan “the biggest truck always has the right of way.”
Everyone who moves to Memphis immediately says to themselves "oh Lord, what have I done?" And then they try to move away again. Ah, but there's the rub. Once Memphis has sucked you in, you can never leave. It's like herpes, there's no cure. I have tried to leave Memphis for the past 8 years. And yet, here I am. It's a life sentence. It's hell, only wetter and with hookers.
