Oh Ho Ho

You know Chris Collins, prostate and breast cancer are precisely the things that happened to kill my grandparents Beran.  Though in truth they were old New Deal/Kennedy Democrats.  Maybe they just wern't strong enough to will sickness away like real Americans?  Perhaps I should take it as a lesson for the day those socialist cancer genes turn on my mother and myself?  Asshole. 

In a related gripe, here is part of Collins' 'clarification'. 

 Clearly, I’m not a politician," Collins said. "I come out of the private sector. I speak very directly. I actually answer questions. I’m not someone who filters, who is consistently filtering everything you say.”

Damn, this guy seriously went full O'Brian/Colbert in not just all earnestness but all perfect self-awareness as well.  This man seriously believes that speaking on impulse is more innately honest than internally forming and 'filtering' his statements beforehand .  To put it another way, he seriously believes that the lack of thought one puts in his statements is a truer measure of honesty than the physical accuracy of what is said. 

This sort of macho magical thinking is something else that rubs me personal.  I myself am a deeply introverted person.  I simply can't not filter my words in my mind before I speak them. This for me is a primal instinct.  And it is one that has caused me no small amount of flak in my life. Because I come from a culture and a family where men are expected to control conversation. To speak loudly and certainly are considered fundamental traits of manhood in my native environment, especially when the speaker is performing a prophet-like denunciation of 'One of Those People'.  Under this mindset there is no such thing as a man not having the natural desire to 'Tell You What he Really Thinks.'  And I have had it not so subtly suggested to me that I am some sort of mentally ill coward more than once.   I do have a true, venemous hatred for this pigheaded attitude, is what I'm trying to say.  It has brought me to the edge of actual madness several times.  And I for one would very much prefer a 'Politician' over any jackass who promises to bring more of this crap into our politics.

Jiang Qing and Daniel Bell are Fucking Daffy

As far as I can tell, they seem to be advocating something like the labyrinthian mix of theocracy and psuedo-democracy found in Iran, except with Confucianism.  I am not Chinese and I suppose that it's none of my business, but still my personal view is nuts to that. 

Okay Conservatives

I know that many of you harbor fantasies of becoming invincible Leviathan through perfect unity of belief.  Still you may have heard about those phony elections that Third-World dictators have from time to time?  Where they claim something like 80 or 90 billionty percent of the vote?  Well you see, the reason why these things are ruefully funny is that there is simply no such thing as any sizable group of people ever being in 83 percent agreement over anything.  It is, in fact, impossible for even a single human mind to be in such near-perfect agreement with itself without the help of some very nifty scapegoating and sloganeering.  Though heaven knows y'all know all about that.   Anyway the main point is that you have made yourselves out to be extremely foolish, again.

Regina Spektor

I realize, or try to anyway, that the woman is an artist and not in any way obligated to be visibly arousing to myself, any other man, or any lesbian for that matter.  Having said that, would somebody please stop deliberately lighting the woman so as to make her look even more pale than she actually is?  Because it's really disconcerting you see.  distracting from the music to hear this undead person wail on about living concerns. Listening to piano pop from someone who looks like the tranny lead vocalist for some neo-nazi/black metal/glam outfit is the most incongruous musical experience since Savage Garden. 

This Is What the Whole of the Northern Plains Looks Like

One hundred degrees and absolutely cloudless today, again.  Been that way for a solid two weeks now, thanks no doubt to the global warming that only America-hating socialists could possibly believe in.  Oh well, time to take White settlement in reverse to the next level I suppose.  I've no personal objections to a Nebraska that is nothing but Lincoln, Omaha, and Beyond Thunderdome. 

Happy Holiday All

To compatriots and those foreigners who accidently stumbled here in search of something else alike; cheers.  The entire 'One Nation Under a Groove album' seems appropriate here.  I myself am currently kicking it in the most ethnically monochrome region of the United States, but never mind that.  I'm just from here is all. 

I've Been Travelling

Went Han Solo to Rockport, Missouri for fireworks that you can't get here.  The fourth is a big deal in my family, what can I say?  And it is more important than Christmas to me personally.  It is after all just as much the national day for George Clinton, Woody Guthrie and Kurt Vonnegut as it is for the godblessMerica types.  Had a rueben with waffle fries for lunch at the Rockport truckstop and it was well done by foreign standards.

I stumbled into a Huey Lewis and the News show at Memorial Park while wondering through Omaha on Friday night.  Omaha has done quite well to improve its cred since the turn of the century but it is still far from being a Huey-averse town I can tell you.  The place was jumping with thousands of souls.  I shared pulls of Captain Morgan with a man who had the air of living out deep in the hundreds and enjoyed a series of downright competent guitar solos, though 'Hip to be Square' was omitted from the setlist for reasons that are surely beyond comprehension. 

It has been over ninety degrees and rainless every day for the last two weeks and there's a good chance that a major plains city will burn to the ground on this holiday.  The nights are filled with sublime invigoration at the thought of it.