Re-run....

I found the exact quote that I was trying to cite here.



"Friends of his [The President] from Texas were shocked to find him nearly wild-eyed thumping himself on the chest three times while he repeated "I am the president". He also made it clear he was setting Iraq up so his successor could not get out of our country's destiny"


-Georgie Anne Geyer
syndicated columnist.

I really don't know what to say about that other than FUCKING BLOODY HELL THE MAN HAS GONE BAT-SHIT FREAKIN' CRAZY!! I am reminded of (and I realize that I am being redundant but this really scares me) Emperor Nero playing his fiddle while Rome burned. Or Caligula, well everything Caligula did was pretty fucking nuts. I am counting the days until we get a new president and Mr. Bush gets the medication he so desperately needs! 576 days until the inauguration. Lets hope he doesn't do anything fuck anything else up.

Tremendous Brunettes

I know a few tremendous brunettes. (I have never been a big fan of blonds. I don't know why.) This goes out to all of them. I didn't write it. That honor goes to Mister Doughty.





All them tremendous brunettes around.
Slow down, don't fuck with my high
I want to be left alone here with my monsters,
andSay, now it's time to ride
To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them


Praise now the baby genius
She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree

While she snaps on her gum Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me All of your ill-gotten gains

That you have whipped up to a rich foamy lather, girl;

Nameless gnaw of my pains

Like 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune.

Why I love Henry Rollins

He was the lead singer of BLACK FLAG! (the best punk band of the 1980's)

He has a great perspective on life in the Bush era

He's not afraid to admit that he'll whore himself out for a buck (he's appeared in everything from video games to the Drew Carey show).

The Rollins Band (the 90's line up was the best.)

I hope I look this good when I'm 45

HE'S REALLY FUCKING FUNNY!

His work with the USO

His perspective on dating is the same as mine

He hangs out with WILLIAM FUCKING SHATNER!

I could go on and on but I know you don't have all day.

I think I may need to move to Rome...

Okay, as promised, I am back. I have a little Tennesee fightin' juice in me and I have been watching MSNBC. I just heard that the air in Rome contains particles of cannibus and cocaine. No wonder people in Rome are so fucking happy! They are on "primos" just from walking around! ( a "primo is a joint laced with cocaine) HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT! Seriously. I would ride my bike 50 miles a day if I lived in Rome. This totally explains why people in Italy are so cocky. THEY ARE ON COKE 24/7! woo fucking hoo! I'm sending off for my passport and buying an Italian phrase book as soon as Ican.

A fun filled friday night.

Wow, how pathetic is this? It's a Friday night I don't have to work tomorrow for the first time in what feels like forever and what are my plans for tonight? I'm cleaning my apartment. I will admit it was starting to look like a bit of a sty. There were dirty dishes laying about. Numerous Shiner Bock and St.Arnold's bottles and caps strewn everywhere but the trashcan. I saw a "Mr. Samsa" the other day. (note to: self call for pest control!) Kudos if you got that reference by the way. Aside from that I have HUGE pile of laundry to do but I'll do that tomorrow. I can't stop listening to this album. I realize this is not one of my more exciting posts.But blogging is the closest thing I have to human contact that isn't work related.


I might post more later after a few shots of Jim Beam and some cable news. God, did I just write that? Oh god I did! I'm turning into an old codger before the age of. 40 Oi Vey.

Hmmmm...

Wow I really don't know what to say at the moment but I'm blogging anyway.
I have been drinking (no surprise there). I took a long nap earlier so I won't need sleep for a while. I'll probably sack out in an hour or so. I watched the trailer for the new Rambo movie. One word. HILARIOUS! I have to say he looks good, like he has had some work done. According to the trailer he is living in the jungles of southeast Asia. But if he is living in the jungle where the hell does he find hair dye? Rambo is a Vietnam vet. Did he get plastic surgery in the middle of the jungle? HE'S A FUCKING SENIOR CITIZEN! how the hell does he not have any gray hairs? I'm 30 and I'm starting to gray a bit. Every time I go to get a haircut I see a little more gray hair on the floor. HOW THE HELL DOES HE DO IT!! I really want to know. As far as movie trailers go this is the most violent trailer I have ever seen. Heads get chopped off, throats get ripped out, a guy gets BLOWN UP by an M60. Beautiful! I felt like a kid watching it.

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In other news. I saw on MSNBC tonight that friends of Governor Bush have seen him beating his chest and yelling "I'M THE PRESIDENT" I am reminded of this guy. Where the hell is this country going? Will someone impeach this asshole already? I'm pretty sure he need to get checked for syphillis. Before too long I'm sure he will name his horse as the head of new fangled govenment orginizatin. I'm not a praying man but I might start soon.

One more day until hurricane season.

Ahh, springtime in Houston. It's hot. It's humid. It rains almost daily. This afternoon a thunder storm came right before I was to leave work. So instead of riding my trusty bike home, I had to take the bus. BIG FUCKING MISTAKE! Traffic was backed up due to malfunctioning signal lights. What is usually a 20 minute ride took over an HOUR! I was planning on going downtown tonight but I opted not to because I don't feel like sitting on a bus for over 3 hours.

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Hurricane season starts on June 1st. WOOO-HOOO! News people are going to be doing their best to scare the holy living shit out of people. Any time a cloud forms off the coast of Africa it will be studied and scrutinized until it dissapates. People will start riots at hardware stores looking for batteries and duct tape. The roads will clog up, people will panic, The crustiest old folks on Galveston Island will be lining up to talk to overzealous reporters. It will be awesome. Lucky for me I don't live in a mandatory evacuation zone. So I can sit comfotably in my apartment wearing depends while watching the weather channel.

This is gonna be fun.

I did this to myself.

I feel like shit today. I drank nearly a pint and a half of whiskey last night, I talked on the phone for a long time, drunk. I have felt sick all day. Like my stomach is turning itself inside out. Why do I do this? I'm not sure. I guess I'm trying to numb myself. Trying to take away the sting of life for a little while. It's nearly midnight and I am still hung-over. There is absoloute shit on TV tonight. I might finish off the bottle (does this mean I have a problem?). I'll feel guilty about it tomorrow but I don't care about that right now.

10 things i hate about me

1. My nose. It's big and prone to zits
2. The fact that I am 30 years old and I still can't grow a full beard
3. I'm lonely but I am socially inept at the same time which makes meeting new people a challenge.
4. Alcoholism (Actually I'm a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings.)
5. I can be a bit of a snob. I once opted not to date a girl because I found a Kid Rock CD in her apartment.
6. I'm indecisive.
7. I'm scatterbrained.
8. I can't give directions for shit.
9. I watch entirely too much television
10. I have been known to say the most inappropriate things. Sometimes I forget to say something to myself before I say it to others.

What don't you like about yourself?

This goes out to someone special

This is a Mike Doughty song that reminds me of someone dear to me.




UNSINGABLE NAME



I want to be your absolute ultimate
Want to be your only one now
Feel the wave come up from your sulkiness
Feel the rays you radiate now
Sweet and plain unsingable name
That rings in my mind now
That strums me like a stringShine, unsingable name
Over everything
Beware the thrum of hearts in your presence and
Watch the breeze that snaps at you now
All the dogs that bark from the fences and
Everything is wanting for youSmirk on the face and fists in the clenches and
Make the radiator blow now
Crack the planks and shatter the lenses and
Mix the salt, the sugar and flour
Slushing, sleeting through the blue gloom
Some long bell's lonely ringChime,
unsingable nameOver everything
I want to see the mountains in silhouette
Want to split for Singapore now
I want to see the mystery trees
Want to hear the womanly sound

Memorial Day.

Every Sunday morning I watch "This Week With Geroge Stephanopoulos". Toward the end of show there is a segment called In Memoriam where they do a quick profiles of people of note who have died in the past week then they list the names of all the US soldiers and marines who have died in Iraq. Every time I see this I tear up. I try not to, I know it's coming but i don't change the channel. I watch. Some were career military men. But most of them were just kids. I see the names and ages of KIDS who were trying to go to college, who were trying to make a better life for themselves, who were trying to serve their country, who maybe just wanted to blow stuff up. They were barely out of high school.
This Memorial Day while you taking advantage of the extra day off of work, maybe taking advantage of a sale, remember why you are getting the day off. Take a moment to think about the kids that getting killed so you can put gas in your cars.

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I wrote this at the pub last night:

There is a Hummer H2 in the parking lot. If I were 10 years younger I would have climbed up on the hood and written the word "PIG" across the windshield with my silver paint sharpie. Because to me the "HUMMER" is the penultimate example of excess.
Mr. Hummer Driver I HATE YOU! How many American boys died today so you can drive that thing? How many Iraqi children lost their limbs so you can go to the pub, listen to shitty music, and chat up lounge lizards?
How many?
Does it make you feel good?
Powerful?
Better than everyone?
I want to know.

While you count your money,
While you watch your Haliburton stock rise can you look a soldier's mother in the eyes and tell her that her son died for a good cause?
While you claim to love GOD
While you claim to love America.
Swill your martini,
Smile smugly
And praise the LORD that you are still breathing.