Monthly Archives: May 2009

May 17, 2009 updated!

UPDATE!
Many of you know my friend, Rush Riddle. He’s FAMOUS. In all those years, I’ve been to one May Day party, back in 88, I think, and the parties are famous and rightly so. Ellis Island, wow.

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I didn’t go out Friday night, I didn’t go out last night, and now I’ve missed church on Sunday morning. I started to go out Friday night, but I was simply tired and a little bent out of shape by something silly that happened at my noon Friday AA meeting, so I made the decision to chill out at home. I turned the lights low, fired up some incense, put on some soothing jazz instrumental music and petted the cat until I “got my mind right”, as Cool Hand Luke’s Strother Martin character might say. Last night, I fully intended to go out and picked out a killer outfit of black and brown, but then I realized: where are you going, John? What do you think you are going to do?
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May 15, 2009

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Thank God It’s Friday! I am exhausted. Utterly spent. I’ve alternately cringed from my calamitous past and braced for the inevitable catastrophic future to the point I’m “glowing” from the effort. I give up, Lord. Uncle. You win. I think I’ve had all the lessons I want and I’m ready to move directly to blessings, thank you very much. I’m out of ideas, plans, schemes, dreams and steam. I’ll admit I’ve always had everything I need and a lot of what I want and you’ve never let me down before, but, Yahweh, old friend, I don’t see where you’re going with this thing right now, so I’m letting go of the wheel and trusting you to make it through the fog. I’m tired of this eddy and I’ll go back to the main current of the Tao any old time You’re ready. I don’t mean to be an ingrate because you’ve really been swell and I’ve probably already got it better than I deserve and all, but I sure could use a little encouragement right now, you know?
Pretty cheeky posting this in an electrical storm with lightning flashing across the sky, I guess, but, after all, I was looking for a sign.
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May 13, 2009

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If you dump a girlfriend, you’ve burned your bridges with one woman, but if you get married, you’ve burned your bridges with 3.5 billion women. Not that I am ever going to have a chance with Ilsa, the billionaire supermodel with the Ph.D., but I’m just sayin’ that the numbers are the numbers.

May 8, 2009

Happy BDay Sis

Happy BDay Sis

Happy birthday, Sis!
This sister ate spiders and led riots as a child, which explains a lot.

I don’t claim to be any big time economist or politician or anything like that, but I think that if I were trying to get unemployment to go down and re-energize the country, I’d do the following three things:
1. Standard work week of 32 hours, overtime afterwards;
2. Four weeks standard vacation for everyone; and,
3. Apply child labor laws to fast food chains, requiring their employees to be at least 18 years of age.
Since the 40 hour week was instituted, American workers have become many many times more productive, but haven’t shared in the cash — at least give them liesure and it will create some new jobs. Not only that, but think of all the poor schmucks who already have 32 hour part time jobs that will instantly be eligible for the benefits of health insurance, etc., that they’ve deserved all along.
The French — most Europeans — have the month of August off. The Russians have a month off. We work more hours per week and more weeks per year than all the other industrialized nations.
Fast food joints would be required to pay better if they hired only adults, among other reasons.
How much would this cost the taxpayer? I’ll get back to you, but I’m not sure it would cost a nickle.
When you have no social life, you think about these things.
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I Apologize for the following

me: Did you know there are more than 2 million battered women in America?
him: No kidding? I’ve been eating them plain all these years.

I’m really really sorry. I couldn’t help it.

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May Day, 2009

shut up, he explained

shut up, he explained


YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS STUFF UP
There’s a guy named Eric Erikson who runs a website called Red State who is to the “conservative” blogosphere what Rush Limbaugh is to talk radio. His reaction to Justice Souter’s announcement that he’s leaving the Supreme Court is to call the man a “goat f***ing child molester.” Justice Souter is, of course, a nominee of George H.W. Bush, and if memory serves me was a Republican. Then, of course, Republicans don’t have to make sense. There was a wing of the “pure” conservatives who told Arlen Specter “don’t let the door hit ya!”. See, for example, Michele Malkin, and no I’m not going to link to the bitch and add to her audience. Congressional Republicans, especially in the U.S. Senate, are talking about “payback” for Obama’s treatment of Justice Alito and are looking for Judiciary Committee leadership for the inevitable filibuster attempt, no matter who the nominee. Add the teabaggers and torture advocates (and it turns out that Jesus just facepalmed when he found out the most likely American voters to favor torture are white evangelicals) to such always wrong spokespersons as William Kristol and Michael Steele and I have to begin to wonder when we can start calling the Republican Party “fringe”.
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