Our "President" is a BIG FUCKING ASSHOLE

I heard about this picture and didn't quite believe that it really existed. Tonight I found it, courtesy of Julia Goldberg's blog, and I just have to say: I hate these motherfuckers. Hate them with a passion I generally reserve only for the gnarliest sexual fantasies I have when I'm alone. I hope I NEVER see either of these rich white priveledged SHIT-HEADS in person. I will have to fight back every urge I have inside me to rip their fucking entitled heads off their fucking globalization shoulders.

Here is the link AGAIN: http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2845/389/1600/ole0.jpg

ps: Here's the link to the famous, "White people find, Black people loot" shit-head stupidity brought to you by the Associated Press, forwarded to me by Santa Fe's favorite photographer, Jennifer Esperanza.

Flickr is the REAL web-crack

I have a million more important things to be doing, and yet I've just blown forty minutes in the middle of the day putting together a new set of Flickr. I can do that because I just upgraded to a Pro account, because I was all ready to create more than three sets. Now I have four. And for $25 a year, it's a bargain. I LOVE FLICKR!!!! Check out my new set!!!

A Letter to Hart Williams

Hart Williams is a brilliant learned curmudgeon who lives in Eugene, Oregon and writes a blog that is lucid and true about Our Stupid President. Go read it here. I wrote him a quick note tonight.

Dear Hart:

Before I settle into bed with my laptop on my...lap, to read your latest posting, I just want to say that I'm glad there are still some people out there, like yourself, who are still flogging a dead horse on this issue. I am absolutely, totally, utterly appalled by what happened and is stilll (if you believe ANSWER) is still happening in New Orleans. This is by far the most obviously shameful thing that has happened in America since we invaded Iraq....as I've been saying to folks around here, "It's all fun and games to have an idiot President - until people starting getting hurt," and it's just grotesque what happened down there.

I have a friend who is a schoolteacher for sixth and seventh graders, and they had an open discussion about New Orleans for two hours the other day, and she was heartbroken. "They're so pissed and angry and afraid. They're completely convinced that if something like that happened in Albuquerque that President Bush would leave them to die." It's absolutely awful that this CHILD gets to be in charge of anything, much less...us.

Barbara Bush is a Fat Priveledged Cow

"And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway," she said, "so this is working very well for them."
Barbara Bush, speaking in
the New York Times today
09/07/2005

What kind of retard can't make a receipt?

Santa Fe Magistrate Court, 10:00am.

So I was in Magistrate about half an hour ago, paying the $67 in court fees that arrived in the mail. I had until November to pay them, but I Take No Chances with these people - most bills, you don't pay them, they send you to Collections. These assholes have the power to issue a bench warrant for your arrest.

So I have a check at the ready to pay them. I'm supposed to meet with the woman handling the paperwork on my Community Service - of *course* she's not there (Why would she be? This is just my J'n'S after all?) so I figure that as long as I'm here, I'll pay the court costs.

$67. I got off easy - you did not. Let's see: police staking out my house for a week, three to five police cars on Christmas Eve (at time and a half, probably) Three days in jail...(that's about a thousand dollars), then court's time, including the DA, the "victim's advocate" and whatever else. Cost me $67. Cost you...wow, you probably could've housed a family from New Orelans for a month.

I hand the woman behind the glass the paperwork and they check, and she says, "Would you like a receipt? Or will a cancelled check be enough?"

And I'm thinking, "Well, if all it meant were a collections agency calling, then yes, a cancelled check would be enough. But since you can issue a bench warrant and have me thrown in jail for non-payment of $67, let's say you give me a receipt."

Have a seat, she says.

Fifteen minutes passes - can you BELIEVE this mothefucking shit? Fifteen minutes pass and No Receipt. What does it TAKE to make a receipt around here? I leave before I toss myself through a plate-glass window. HOW HARD IS IT to take the Invoice, stamp PAID on it, Xerox it, and hand me a copy? If it were that hard to issue a bench warrant, No One Would Have One. Funny how that shit works, isn't it?

People Love Being Lied To

- Is that the same as saying they don't want to hear the truth?

Whatever. So I pulled all the nudie shots from my flickr pages (lest they not offend anyone) and I am going to pull the link to my blog from my distractions page on my website. I won't be giving any web-addresses to potential dates in the future. Just think, I could've never told that woman the truth last night and we'd probably be dating right now. But instead, I was open and honest about my reality and that was all she wanted to talk about. I just didn't have the energy to make a case for bisexuality last night. Maybe I really *will* start telling people I'm straight again. I told her I didn't care about cars and hated to watch sports on TV...don't you think that gave me away?

People. They *say* they can handle the truth - until you give it to them, and then, as it turns out, they can't. Better to lie to them in the first place, methinks.

Could you Censor Yourself?Your Honesty is Off-Putting

Your honesty is off-putting- and it might not get you laid. I was told this today, in a roundabout way of speaking. Here we have this marvelous technology for saying the things that's really on our minds - but be careful how you say it, because you may hand your blog address off to someone who might find you a poor date choice.

Get this - first I got to hear that putting pictures of naked fat girls (my friend Sarah) might be deemed offensive (to whom, exactly? You, perhaps? People hiding their fear behind the Moral We really chaps my hide.) Then I was thanked for showing that maybe some people (like me) find naked fat girls attactive. Remind me to write about flowers and brownies in my next blog-post.

Backdated Post: June 26, 1990

In Dublin now. Just a few quick observations. We went to a shopping mall, opulent in its decor, stunnin in its grandeur. I hadn't thought the Irish capable of such, through the Irish wake is a good example. And American like myself, so used to color, images, and splendour, having finally settled down to Ireland as a drab country, and the Stephen's Green Shopping Mall was there. I found a strange solace in it, as though my green-weary eyes were excited and reassured once by the colorful possibilities. Dublin is brilliant, absolutely teaming with life. Grafton Street is more yuppie than I expected, and, apart from the people, not the least bit charming. Though I haven't read "Ulysees," I am sure James Joyve would feel quite at home with modern Dublin, characters abound. From the beggar children and buskers, to men with limp's, punks with attitudes, and children.

Just for Shitz'n'Grinz

As you all are aware, I'm deeply emotionally disturbed. So this next post shouldn't faze any of you...

Tonight I sat glassy-eyed in a bar in Espanola, New Mexico, listening to freshly shorn jar-heads talk angry shit about the price of gasoline. Rumor has it it'll be five bucks a gallon by the end of next week, and these guys have heard all about it. And they're pissed. And you know what? I don't blame them. But I'm fascinated as to how it's taken people THIS LONG to realize that the last election really wasn't about whether or not married lesbians get to have abortions or not - and nothing more.

No, the last election was about how this country will be governed. Whether it will be governed in a way that's beneficial to everyone who lives in America - or whether it will be beneficial to just a few. And guess what? By popular vote, "beneficial to a few" won. And now New Orleans gets to suffer.

So just for shitz'n'grins, I did something that I'm sure is going to prove terribly unpopular. I researched the numbers, and I bet it's no surprise to you that the state of Louisiana went red in the 2004 election.

So what does this prove? That Louisiana, as a supporter of GWB's plan to maximize government intervention for the rich (invading Iraq to avenge Saddam's plot against his father and enrich Halliburton's coffers) and minimize government intervention for the rest of us (like cutting $70 million in FEMA funding for New Orleans levees just last year) actually deserves what has happened to them?

Far be it for me to connect cause and effect - it's such an unpopular stance in the United States, where no one is ever really responsibile for their actions. But just think of where the situation might be right now if Louisiana had thought for ONE STUPID MINUTE about what a tax'n'spend Democrat might have meant to their collective sense of safety RIGHT FUCKING NOW. New Orelans might still be the most interesting city in America - instead, the Repbulican Speaker of the US House of Representatives wants to just walk away from it.

And the President? Too busy mountain biking with Lance Armstrong and hiding from Cindy Sheehan. Yes, you Republican-voting shit-heads - you really did your part to bring on the Apocalypse. I'm sure the people of New Orelans thank you. And when gas is $5 a gallon, the bill will arrive at your doorstep - in the form of a brick through your windows.

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New Orelans Mayor Ray Nagin Speaks

Audio feed in the middle of the story. Worth listening to.

Deeply Emotionally Disturbed

Someone I met on craigslist accused me of being Deeply Emotionally Disturbed this morning. Proof positive that there are some real rocket scientists in Albuquerque, despite all claims to the contrary.

I'd like to pretend I am Deeply Emotional Disturbed by the events in New Orelans, but I think I've been unhappy since Bush because President...and it just eats at me in the strangest ways.

The difference between me and most other people? I rant about it. The rest of you just hide and hope no one notices. I'm the tip of the iceberg now made manifest by FEMA's failure to do jack-shit.

Welcome to the Apocalypse, America. Few deserve more than you do, you Fox-watching fools.

Gardner Finney: A cue ball with a gun.

What the hell is UP with cops with shaved heads? They look like fucking Nazis to me. Hey - if the shoe fits...

Tried to hunt down a picture of Gardner Finney. I guess they discontinued the Santa Fe police trading card program. Bummer. Saw him today, in fact...his bald head reflected in the window at the Santa Fe Baking Co. He stared at me in the reflection before walking on, silent (like he ought to be.) I almost turned to look at him, but figured I'd stick my tongue out at him. (Because I'm a dumb-ass like that.) Go ahead, Gardner, flex your mighty cop muscle. It's not over yet - it's only just beginning.

I'm still just waiting for the check to clear. I don't believe NOTHING until there's money in the bank.

And then the tale can be told - and we can get back to a righteous lawsuit.