Thursday, July 28, 2011

Bonus Video

I listened to this song more than once last night, as I was laying in bed with my headphones. I was trying to find a calm space. Damian Marley . . . descended from greatness.

Always with the Questions

What happened to all the fun in the world? Oops! That's Frank Zappa's question (from his Sheik Yerbouti album.) My question if more like, where is all the empathy in the world? We have a tragedy in Oslo, and then the hate-mongers in America immediately start twist the facts to fit their agenda. I hear tell that the big ugly Irish dick known as Bill O'Reilly states that there is no way that Anders Behring Breivik is a Christian, because a Christian wouldn't commit mass murder. Me thinks that Mr. O'Reilly needs to read some history that's not filtered through Regency press. Christians have been committing mass murder for thousands of years. But even the oh-so-liberal New York Times is jumping on the bandwagon, now calling Breivik a "self-described Christian."

If I'm not mistaken, one of the favorite pastimes of radical Christians in America is to either kill or applaud the murder of abortion doctors (who, it so happens, are performing a legal medical operation.); some Christian radicals call for the deaths of Muslims (Bradlee Dean for example); then again some Christians are content with standing at the funerals of American soldiers with signs such as "Fags Doom Nations," "Don't Pray for the USA," "Thank God for Dead Soldiers."

You may call yourself a Christian, and disagree with the tactics of more radical Christians, but that doesn't make those nutcases any less Christian. Remember way back when during those dark years called the Bush Administration? Remember how W. wore his Christianity on his sleeve and hired a slew of right-wing Christians for his cabinet? He even created a office of "faith based initiatives" programs to help out the poor, which Obama has failed to dismantle. Back then more liberal Christians wanted to reclaim that religious mantle. They wanted to be the ones to represent Christianity as they saw it: a more kinder, gentler version of their faith. Jesus without the sword.

It's called salad bar Christianity. You take what you want, and leave the out the parts you don't like. Sounds simple. In fact, I do not believe there are many Christians that follow the bible to the letter, even though they may claim to. I haven't actually witnessed any public deaths by stoning lately, for example. If Christian's faith were as strong as they would like to think, then they would never be bothered by whether some guy across the planet doing nasty things to others, who also claims to be a Christian.

As the great philosopher Groucho Marx once said: I wouldn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Too Much to Ask

I have grown quite disappointed in my work situation lately. I've always said that it's not so much the job, so much as the environment that makes work pleasurable. All I ask is a view of the outside (I would go insane working in a building with no view of the outside world.) and interesting co-workers. Right now, my job is severely lacking in the interesting co-worker department. I just need someone that I can have an stimulating conversation with once in a while. With all truthfulness, there seems to be a general dearth of interesting people anywhere these days. Is there something in the water, or is everyone too busy texting to think anymore?

Ditto That

Okay, no rant today. It's too nice outside. There are puppies frolicking, rainbows in the sky, and I'm going to have an ice cream sundae for lunch. Yippee!

Meanwhile, the world continues to burn, while Republicans fiddle with themselves (or their mistresses.) Here's a moment of clarity from Lee Camp. I say ditto to that!

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Rick Warren is Mad . . .

. . . mad as in insane. During this national debate about the debt ceiling, Pastor Rick Warren, who likes to fancy himself to be a kinder, gentler version of the usual conservative pastor (Wow! He works on poverty and AIDS issues!), decided to chime in with his Twitter account. He said: "HALF of America pays NO taxes. ZERO. So they're happy for tax rates to be raised on the other half that DOES."

Let me inform you first off that this tweet is a falsehood. All Americans pay sales tax and payroll taxes. To claim that half the country doesn't pay ANY taxes is just a downright lie, albeit a Christian lie. Joan Walsh of Salon commented on Warren's tweet, saying that it sounded more like Limbaugh than Jesus Christ. Warren stated that he would pray for Walsh. Why doesn't he pray for some more wealth for the needy. I'm one of the working poor. I just got anally rammed (metaphorically speaking) by Chase bank for dipping into the negative in my bank account. So, because I had a balance of -$5.39, Chase decided to punish me by charging me $34. If I was rich I would never have to pay any fees, or penalties. In fact, when you're rich, they give you free coffee!

Rick Warren is a phony, just like all the other preachers, who like to come across as if they have a private line to god (always lowercase, thank you.) Conservative/Christians like Warren, Pat Buchanan, and Mitch McConnell have no empathy for the working poor in this country. Most of these wealthy bible-thumpers were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, if not platinum. They've never had to work a day in their life, and I mean actual work, not writing speeches for wrongdoing presidents, or pontificating from the pulpit of ignorance.

Monday, July 25, 2011

So Much for the Sun

Summer is being very reluctant to stick around this year. I guess everyone else in the country is feeling the effects of global warming, but here in the Pacific Northwest we are still dealing with cool rain. The past weekend wasn't bad though, in the 80's throughout. I'm not a hot weather person anyway, so I'm fine with a little cool weather.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

A Thursday of Significance

Well, the main significant event that happens most Thursdays is that my son Justin comes over for his four day weekly stay. Last week we had him for ten days, which was a nice change. It's always good to have Justin around, because he's happy, good-natured and a good dancer! So, when I depart work at 7 pm this evening for my dinner break, I'll also be coming home to see my son for an hour. I guarantee you that that will be the highlight of my day.

I've had a couple of stressful days of late. I'm really craving an actual vacation. Not a long weekend here and there, or a week at my parents, visiting siblings and friends, who could never bring themselves to visit me on my turf. I could use a break from the ignorant masses. A little respite from the surrounding cacophony.

Certain elements of my personality always leave me with a feeling of loneliness at the end of the day. I'm head over heels in love with my significant other, and I've never met anyone like her, that can give love so effortlessly. Plus, she's very warm when I cuddle up next to her at night. But there always seems to be some ideas swirling around in my head that separate me from my peers. I see them joking and cavorting and just know that they do not wrestle with the same internal strife that I do.

At 50 years of age, I'm tired of fighting this internal battle. I'm tired of feeling like the lone wolf in the middle of the city.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Ah Life!

It can sometimes be taxing, and often it's just plain mysterious. Life is like a mystery wrapped inside an enigma. When I think I have it in grasp it seems to slip through my fingers like mercury. I sit on my deck after midnight, and gaze at the stars, thinking to myself "moments like this are to be cherished. Quiet moments looking at star patterns, and watching the moonrise." But then I always have to re-enter society and play by their rules. At 50 years of age it has become quite tiresome dealing with the stupidity of American society. I just can't bothered to get up in arms about the madness anymore (Rupert Murdoch anyone?)

So, I'll get through this day, and will most likely finish my book on reality this evening. After finishing A Beginner's Guide to Reality, I'm sure that I'll find that I'm no closer to an answer than I was before. Reading about the underyling structure to this thing called life just allows me to view life with a little more distance, and hence doesn't drag me down emotionally like it used to. It's lonely existence though, searching for truth and doubting what anyone presents to me as their version of truth. I'm not about to believe falsehoods, just because a charismatic leader spins a good morality tale. I'd rather go through life a little sadder, knowing that it's all just chance and probibility, and no one is watching over us to ensure our safety.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Right Around the Corner

The craziness of the upcoming election is already shifting into overdrive. You've got Michelle Bachmann, Sarah Palin, Mitt "I love dogs" Romney, and John Huntsman, who used to be in a big hair band called Wizard, while he was in high school. It's a panel of crazies like you've never seen before. The most insane aspect of any of this is that these wackos, who really just want an ego massage and a big fat bank account, is that they actually have a shot of public office (never mind that some of them have already been re-elected to public office.)

I'm reminded of a recent episode of the Today Show, when the king of pompous asses himself, Donald Trump, was still making noises as if he might run for president. Bill Cosby was a guest that morning, and Viera asked him about Trump, informing Cosby that he would have to take Trump seriously if he actually ran for office. Cosby's response was that of a rational human being, which is rarely heard these days in that form of media. Cosby simply said, "No, I don't."

Why does the corporate run media give all that free air time to people like Michelle Bachmann (her husband cures the gays by urging them to pray,) Sarah Palin (former beauty queen and current quitter of the office of Governor in Alaska), and gosh, what other nuts can we pull in to this race? Herman Cain, the African-American Tea Party candidate, of course. Why does the corporate media give any serious media time to any of these flakes? Because they can! Why would they want to give speaking time to people like Bernie Sanders, who has the power to actually wake up the ignorant by speaking truth to power, but you're not going to see Bernie Sanders getting the kind of press that media whore Sarah Palin garners.

Now you can see why I don't need to resubscribe to cable TV just in time for the election. I usually read one political blog a day (The Political Carnival) and that's about all the political lunacy I can stand.

Why America Sucks Ass

Here is a quote from the new Fox show "The Five," which I guess is replacing that round-headed fool named Glenn Beck. The new hose, Eric Bolling, made a big splash today by putting his ignorance right up front: "America was certainly safe between 2000 and 2008," he said. "I don't remember any attacks on American soil during that period of time." Nobody on the panel challenged this comment.

Nobody on the panel challenged this comment. That right there is why America sucks ass, because some fool like Eric Bolling can come on television and spread lies like they're peanut butter. And no one says, "Hey that fool is lying like a rug." I believe it was that Tea Party favorite Joseph Goebbels who once said, "If you repeat a lie often enough, it becomes the truth."

And then there is this quote, which has been attributed to that untried war criminal Karl Rove: The aide said that guys like me were "in what we call the reality-based community," which he defined as people who "believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality." ... "That's not the way the world really works anymore," he continued. "We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you're studying that reality—judiciously, as you will—we'll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out. We're history's actors…and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do."

And those wacky right-wingers accuse folks on the left of being P.C. police and over-sensitive. I wouldn't take anything seriously though, that was uttered by a habitual liar. Someone who wears their religion on their sleeve, but keeps their mistress in hiding. Republicans have proved themselves to be lying hypocrites again and again, and they seem to have no qualms about squashing the working poor in order to fill their own coffers a little more.

Orrin Hatch . . .

. . . a fuckhead. According to Orrin Hatch, the working poor do not pay enough taxes. We're just being too tough on the rich. Let me say it again, Orrin Hatch is a fuckhead. You can call him FH for short.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Short Shorts

Saw Alison Krauss and Union Station at Marymoor Park last Friday evening. It was my first time at the venue, and I'm glad the rain stayed away during the performance. It's a "rain or shine" kind of place.

Justin's first tooth fell out today. Well, actually it had become so loose that he asked his sister to pull it out for him, and she happily complied. He is also participating in a cooking camp this week (not actually camping in any sense of the word mind you.) Today was pancakes and tomorrow is omelets. I have a feeling Wednesday will be oatmeal. There seems to be a breakfast theme going on here.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Challenge Me

I don't want to accept the mainstream precepts that have barely propped up this society of ours for a few hundred years. I reject all religions, because nobody can define faith for me . . . except maybe Mark Twain: "Faith is believing what you know ain't so." In other words, us poor little humans want to believe in eternal justice and a wonderful promising afterlife. We want to believe in these things, so we invent this thing called "faith," which somehow legitimizes make-believe.

Does my son have faith that the tooth fairy will show up after his tooth drops out and he places under his pillow? His parents are certainly leading him to believe that the tooth fairy wants his baby teeth for her odd collection, and in return she will leave money. I guess the money is to be used for teeth cleaning products. Only makes sense, right?

I'm still not comfortable feeding the whole Santa Claus story to my five-year-old each December. In fact, I let his atheist mother take charge of all that make-believe stuff. I'd rather give my son a certain type of grounding in reality that will at least allow him to approach life more skeptically and openly.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

In Between

I stayed up way past my bedtime last night just to finish reading Terry Southern's Candy. I must say: it was a dated piece of your dad's pornography. I could tell at points that I was supposed to laugh knowingly, or have certain epiphanies when characters couldn't resist's Candy's sexual allure. But all I could think was why am I wasting my time reading this?

So now I'm in between books. I'll most likely choose something to read before the day is through. I'll carry half a dozen books to work with me with the hopes that one of them will grab me before I have to start working.

My son Justin is coming over for his stay starting today. This week he'll be with us for ten days, so we'll have to find some fun stuff to do during that time. I'll be taking him to observe an Aikido class this Saturday morning. At this point I think he could more benefit from a modern dance class, but I'll have to do some research to that end.

Tim to drag myself to work, with a brief pause to consume some sort of lunch.