A lot of people have provided various criticisms to my general thoughts and that’s fine. Sometimes I wish people would just list the stuff they know I don’t like about them as a sort of like angst-prevention opportunity I could use to choose to ignore reading from certain people.
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Archive for November, 2011
Why My Ideas are Stupid.
Thursday, November 10th, 2011On The Campaign Pulpit
Tuesday, November 8th, 2011I want a country that you could leave freely but you don’t want to. I want a country that wants you in it so much that they take the time to find you and make sure you’ve got what you need. I want a country where the laws fall through the cracks so the citizens don’t.
I believe in the basic principle that a good nation builds good workers that make good products that everybody can be proud of. In return for investing in our young Americans, that nation then taxes you a bit to invest in the next set of young Americans and to care for the well being of those who have invested their twenties through sixties in the American Dream.
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Rap is Supposed to Be Angry
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011This is a throw away rap for entertainment.
Name me “terrorist” because I spit explosives.
My attitude can’t fly it’s so corrosive.
The patriot act doesn’t cover me
Because I pledge allegience to nothing peaceful.
I wear jeans and I soldiered on.
But I don’t have that job so the smoulders on.
Everywhere I look at Americans it’s face to palm.
It’d be a fine island if you fuckers weren’t on it.
I’m not the Be attitude in your bonnet.
I’m the future caravan. Get your white ass on it.
The bandwagon out the sand when you face the truth.
I’m Keyser Soze then I vanish. Poof!
Rub the bottle and I pop up.
It’s three of your wishes then I’m fed up.
You better sooth the spirit when you’re walking near it.
If you don’t fear it, you’ll get your cranium cleared out.
Explode in your brain like I’m rocket science.
You let me in so go get compliant.
Make a nice tight seal so you can keep this thought.
The future got bought up. I’m getting you caught up.
I’m at the top in my pin stripe get right
Everything I do to you invites your spitefullness.
I smile and clap cause you’re so delightful
when you’re pissed like that it’s like you’re wearing diapers.
The way your wisdom works it’s quite the same.
You claim history but it’s a future’s game.
You didn’t recall the facts of the world at all.
It’s a jab from my left but you see a southpaw.
Pack up last call. Drinking off your glass jaw.
Is that all, packing in the cab yelling “asshole”.
Thinking my freeze will thaw like I’m a TV dinner
Try to feed on me and get apprehended.
Who Needs 10 Commandments Anyway
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011Pen Jillette has his 10 Commandments up from his new book. I take issue with what I’m seeing as naivete. So, blog post!
1. The highest ideals are human intelligence, creativity and love. Respect these above all.
2. Do not put things or even ideas above other human beings. (Let’s scream at each other about Kindle versus iPad, solar versus nuclear, Republican versus Libertarian, Garth Brooks versus Sun Ra— but when your house is on fire, I’ll be there to help.)
3. Say what you mean, even when talking to yourself. (What used to be an oath to (G)od is now quite simply respecting yourself.)
4. Put aside some time to rest and think. (If you’re religious, that might be the Sabbath; if you’re a Vegas magician, that’ll be the day with the lowest grosses.)
5. Be there for your family. Love your parents, your partner, and your children. (Love is deeper than honor, and parents matter, but so do spouse and children.)
6. Respect and protect all human life. (Many believe that “Thou shalt not kill” only refers to people in the same tribe. I say it’s all human life.)
7. Keep your promises. (If you can’t be sexually exclusive to your spouse, don’t make that deal.)
8. Don’t steal. (This includes magic tricks and jokes — you know who you are!)
9. Don’t lie. (You know, unless you’re doing magic tricks and it’s part of your job. Does that make it OK for politicians, too?)
10. Don’t waste too much time wishing, hoping, and being envious; it’ll make you bugnutty.






























































