Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Obama Non Grata

Bittergate.

It was only a matter of time before "-gate" got affixed to something and man, have people run with this hum dinger of a Pennsylvania zinger.

Let me let you in on a little secret. Obama is right. Having grown up in Eastern Ohio in Youngstown and having lived in Western PA in Pittsburgh for almost a decade, I can say without a doubt there are an assload of ignorant, narrowminded, overvealous, biggoted, drunken, yet religeous fools.

The majority of these people have been running aroung for the last thirty years waiting for all the steel mills to reopen and generally discriminating against anyone who didn't grow up on thier block. Hell, I've watched white people hate on white people based soley on nationality and sports team preference. These have to be some of the most fickle bastards around.

A day or two after September eleventh I was at a bar around the corner from where I lived in Pittsburgh doing my part for the country by drinking myself into a stupor. What I witnessed that day pretty much summed up the fine working class citizens of western PA: one fellah turns to another and says "We ought to go pull all them sand racial epitaths out into the streets and beat them." All in attendance agreed. I got 40s to go and went home.

Trust me, that's not isolated and most people I know can recall similar instances. Hillary needs to take her head out of her ass and just stick to her anecdotes for personal experience in every situation ever. She seems oblivious to why these people are angry or believe what they believe.

That's not to say everyone is like this. There are many hardworking indiviuals who show good sense and a desire to move forward, but the past and the future are currently tripping over each other and going into this next election, there are those people who will exploite this for personal gain as apposed to recognizing it and attempting to help those who have been ignored for far too long.

Bush is an awful president and his administration is the worst of my lifetime.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Texas Road Rash

Check this out:

http://www.corridorwatch.org/ttc/index.htm

This looks shady as hell. Texans don't want it, multiple politicians are against it but the TTC says they're getting it.

It's a proposed mega highway the likes never imagined before basically linking Mexico to Canada via the good ol' USA and it gonna involve Mexican influence, American afluence and a little awful bastard named eminent domain.

The fact that state or federal governments would even begin to seriously consider or implement a project like this says volumes about thier dedication to the average American.

Read into that as you will.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Conspiracy Reality?

Just recently I had the audacity to start reading articles and following one point from an article to another article regarding that point, so on and so forth. Now while I usually have no regrets about expanding my horizons, every now and again I happen upon somthing rediculous that makes me wonder while I wasted my time instead of watching a SpongeBob rerun.

It just so happens that I watched the 'Life After People' show on the History Channel and found it interesting. This lead me to the internet where I decided to follow up on some things I got to mulling over while watching.

Needless to say this lead me to end of the world prophacies, 2012 hysteria, NWO and illuminati therories and a Monday morning spent reading about the Freemasons. Apperantly I will be excommunicated from the Church if I entertain the idea of becoming a Freemason.

I am not planning on joining, they seem kinda shifty. The Freemasons, not the Catholic Church. Which is good because I am Catholic.

What I'm trying to get to is that in these travels I came across a movement referred to as the North American Union (NAU) This is an idea apperantly growing feet within the governments of Canada, America and Mexico that would involve a dissolution of borders, laws pertaining to immigration and bussiness movements accordingly and the introduction of the "Amero" as the unit of currency in this new unified "New World Order" as it was reffered to by George H W Bush over a decade ago.

Now I found all of this kind of strange and wrote it off as misinterpretations from wierdos on the internet. That is until I was doing some reading on the current presidential canidates and by shear happenstance stumbled upon an article by CNN's own Lou Dobbs. It can be found here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuBo4E77

It appears that it's true. What's even more odd is that there is articles that describe this administrations actions to begin intergrating the US and EAU economies as early as 2015. This is being reffered to as the "Transatlantic Common Market" by the administration and has six US Senators and 49 House members as advisers the the group the 'Transatlantic Policy Network', which has led to the "creation of the Transatlantic Economic Council by the U.S. and the EU through an agreement signed by President Bush, German Chancellor Angela Merkel – the current president of the European Council – and European Commission President Jose Manuel Barroso"

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=59713

The problem with reading this and then trying to find respectable info regarding it is that you find alot of conspiracy kook-ary and when I read the State of the Union Address transcript, I started second guessing wording and motives looking for the boogeyman hiding inbetween the lines.

I will probably keep my eye on what I described above, but i'm going to take a couple of days to distill what I've taken in this weekend so I don't end up with a tinfoil hat on my head with my cell phone locked in a lead safe.

That isn't to say that any of what is or might be happening sould be taken lightly... or maybe not.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Elections Time Begins Anew!

I happened to be reading the other day because i'm literate and literacy is cool. Reading, catch the feaver! That being said, I found myself innudated with all that makes this country good. Good and awful.

First, your wonderful commander in chief "W" went on the offensive and aired out all of his grievences with congress. Their ineptitude, their inability to legislate, thier constant and unfounded investigation into this administration and worst of all they wont shut up about the war. Why don't they understand if we don't keep blindly funneling billions into Iraq we wont live to see freedom blow it's seed all over the middle east's face?

Watching him dodge the issues he needs to address and the inability to realize his failure and inneptitude only to project it onto others impresses me because it embodies all that is the American spirit for the 21st century. Unfortunately, it pains me to know the irony of it all is lost on him.

Second, South Carolina democrats have blocked Steven Colbert from running for the presidential bid in that state because it could possibly "Make a mockery of the *presidential* election process"...

Fellahs, remember 2000? It's already a mockery. Seven years too late my friends. At least this finally highlights and helps soften the infuriating blow that is modern politics.

It just keeps getting better and better.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Concentrated Stupid.

Three shots rang out of the darkness. I hit the ground harder then a debutant's sweet sixteen dress behind a coat room door. I hurt. I could feel the growing blanket of warm underneath my shirt well enough to know I didn't need to look to see what it was. Not that it mattered anyway, bullet hit my spine shattering it like the innocence of a child who just discovered Santa isn't real.

At about this time between the gasps for air and the fight to gain a grasp on my pistol, the 'I told you so' from my better judgement crept up to remind me that I was a fool for trusting that half assed clown.

"Well, you gonna finish the job or just let me bleed out right here on the concrete floor?" All I was met with was a smile. That damn sharktoothed grin he always flashed when he thought he was being coy. "In due time," he hissed. "I just want to savor this moment. You know, the deep red of your blood matches that awful purple suit of yours to a T." He was probably right. He usually is.

He crouched down over me, a vulture waiting to pick my dead bones clean, only to add, "You were right not to believe me. This must be killing you, no pun intended, that you had to go along with me. To follow. Hoping I would lead you to the truth. Well, here it is: it was me. I killed the mayor." My god, it was so clear.

I knew he was involved but I only thought he was a pawn. A low level player in so deep his only option was to rely on me to save his sorry ass. Now it was my ass needed saving. What marvelous stroke of irony. I hate irony.

In my waning sight his outline reminded me of some bastard angel come to reap my soul to be served up to the devil in some ethereal feast. He casually continued, "That sorry crook. That hapless troglodyte thief. You drove yourself mad chasing him. Eating up every false word I fed you like a good son, hoping to collar some naif you thought was a criminal mastermind. Well, I wouldn't worry about him. Last I heard he was on extended vacation at the bottom of the Hudson with an ice pick in his skull. Case closed. I imagine that's a giant weight off of your shoulders." I tried desperately to spit back a screw you, but could barely muster a welp.

"So," he cheerfully said clearing his throat, "If we're finished here, I guess it's time to put you to sleep." I grit my teeth in anticipation ready to receive my permanent retirement.

It was the slam of a rusted steel dock door that snapped me back to reality. "Freeze damnit! Police!" My partner managed to find me in quite a compromising situation. I reckon I owe her a drink.

"Well well, whose this lovely little bird?" He said as though we were all old friends. "Don't you know it's impolite to point at someone? Especially a firearm."

"Drop the gun dirtbag or I gotta drop you!" And then a shot.

"No my little dove, I'm sorry to say it is you who is dropped!" There she was, lying not more then twenty feet from me one shot to the chest. Damn. She never was aggressive enough, always chirping away oblivious to the harsh, bitter, boozy assault of life. This was my golden opportunity. My redemption.

With a determination I've never known before I clasp the handle of my pistol. With the whole of myself I raise my arm exactly sync with him turning to face me again. I squeeze the trigger twice hoping lady luck gives me the courtesy of a reach around. One shot misses in a grand fashion, the second takes off the back of his skull. Pay back you son of a bitch.

So now here I lay, possibly the last moments of my pathetic life. Could I have done more? I really should have lost all that weight. No one wants to bury a fat man. But i got him. Ronnie M., Jesus I got him. I smile. Grimmace got him.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

OH! That War!



So republicans have addressed W themselves to say they do not believe he has the credibility or wherewithal to continue engaging America on Iraqs progress. Apperently I drank a whole bunch pasted out and woke up in the bizzaro USA.

Guess what? Now that we are heading balls first into a new election year and the good ol GOP is on the skids with W incapable of getting a handjob from a coked up christian minister, it's all: "We were wrong, we need to find a resolution, oh woe is us why did we listen to and believe W?"

WOO! WOO! All aboard the Bullshit Express! The republican bullet train 08 non-stop to November 4th! Be prepared to show your ticket to recieve a full load of lines from the conductors of the finest smear campain ever, the presidential election!

Get ready for a reprisal of last election only this time, the war must come to a resolution. At least until it no longer serves an agenda.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Rant-cour

Every asshole with an opinion and a pulse has taken it upon themselves to not only be alive but to interact with the rest of society successfully bringing down the collective intelligence of a whole nation.

Case for example one: Paris Hilton

Have you ever wondered what scabies would look like if it were a person and had more money then I have reasons to live? Well, were it technically unemployed and driving on a suspended license, it would be Paris Hilton.

This resource waster has the diamond crusted platinum balls to drive on a suspended license, get caught, get sentenced to jail time, then whine that it is cruel and unusual. Luckily, a high priced lawyer was ridiculous enough to echo this statement trying to make the case that here sheltered life makes her incapable of serving said time.

My advice to you, Paris... Don't drop the soap and sleep with your ass against the wall.

As a bonus reason to de disgusted with this poor excuse for entertainer/designer/human she has pleaded to her fans to start a petition to present to the governator of California, the terminator. Great.

This brings me to case for 2: The majority of Americans.

Hoo boy. If there was ever a group of mouth breathing troglodytes that are in need of a foot in the ass it would be the majority of us. The fact that more people are concerned about a rich socialite scab and a stupid show about slightly talented jackasses (Not to be confused with the show Jackass featuring slightly untalented jackasses) then about an increasingly disastrous war and deteriorating homeland infrastructure says allot about America. Mostly we are lecherous shitfaces.

The final case for big number 3: The George W Bush administration

What can I say that I or 49 percent of the country hasn't already said? Hmmm... Told you so. To begin where the problems start or where it looks like might never end is well beyond the scope of my ability or consciousness so for now all I'll say is: "W", don't drop the international soap and sleep with the nation's ass against the wall.

As always, enjoy the freedom.