FDR didn’t do anything all that great.
I had Kalis break it down for me and this cult of FDR comes down to: he came in during a crisis he really didn’t do anything to fix, and stayed in power because of a different crisis. Because of his sickness, he lost the peace and let Stalin bully him into giving up Eastern Europe.
So, to all of those FDR fans out there: do you want to prove differently? Do you want to show me what FDR did that was so great? I’m waiting patiently.
New searches.
mental dump, seekbang.com, bren producer porn, movies of scorpions when they sleep
Mental dump is self-evident, I talk about porn all the fucking time, and the scorpions are a bit obvious… But Seekbang.com? What? Where in the hell did I post that? Googles my site… oooooooh. Well, that makes sense.
So, I’m going to talk about Tim Tebow again, but not because I hate him (in the jealous “I wish I had your potential to make a lot of fucking money, and could have pictures taken with a set of nice tits and no one that’s ‘important’ say anything about it” sort of way) but because I’m intrigued by the Super Bowl ad that he’s going to be in. Yeah, it’s going to be an anti-abortion ad. Here’s a dude that could have hookers doing body shots off him, and he’s doing that? Interesting. Of course, I disagree with his stance, but you know what? If he can get Gloria Allred riled up, I will be the first to applaud him (self-important bitch.) “You’re being a woman hater, so shut the fuck up.” Why? At what point does telling someone to shut up actually convince them that you’re right? And I’ll leave it at that. I’ve harped on this point enough times that all you need to do is google “shut up” on my site, and you’ll find all of the other iterations of this argument.
It seems that Keslen has some… groupies. Ran into a Klingon patrol near Kinjin, and survived by the skin of our teeth, when thankfully reinforcements showed up. Unfortunately, I got to listen to comm chatter during the entire battle, as every ship had at least several crew (except for the USS iPad, which was crewed by nothing females) that were huge fans of Keslen’s “research.” I swear, I had never wanted a console to explode so badly. After the shooting was over, they wanted to “beam over” for autographs. I couldn’t get Laim to go to warp fast enough.
In other news, a console did explode… 15 minutes after the shooting was done, and Igor assured me that his repairs were good. Guess who was killed by the explosion? Wilhelm’s cousin Wilhelm. Yeah, there’s more than one of them. And guess who wants to join my crew? The other cousin Wilhelm. I’m afraid to go back to space dock, because there are rumors of that there are even more Wilhelms waiting for me. I’ve become the “second coming” for the entire Wilhelm clan. At this point, I wish the Borg had finished their half-arsed job, because my current crew is going to kill me.
Thanks to Kiv on this one.
…even though no one was shooting. Have no idea what killed him. I was busy scanning decalithium when I heard Wilhelm scream. Everyone’s head turned towards the source of the scream to see Wilhelm laying on the ground dead, for no apparent reason. Keslen stopped grooming himself for 30 seconds to find no reason for the death; no disease, no poison, just died. Keslen’s theory is that Wilhelm died of “red shirt poisoning,” whatever that means.
(His reasoning for the grooming: “According to human erotic films, all actors must look their best before going on camera, despite the fact that all human sex acts end with them being sweaty. Despite the apparent illogical conclusion, to continue my experiments, I will continue to look my best for the holocameras.”)
… Yes, I’ve decided to change my crew concept. Not going to use my main characters’ names, but instead my alts, except for Laim the Vulcan tactical officer, who logically wants to kick everyone’s asses, mainly because the Science officer (Keslen) is a Vulcan Porn Star…. oops, Sexual Researcher. I hope that I got the Porn Stache done correctly for him [Everyone can thank JediOne for that... a story I'll tell later.] Oh, my Engineer Officer, 2nd in command, and ever present lackey is a Ferenghi named Igor. I even gave him the creature stance, so he can hobble along to do my bidding. I still need a story for my Captain (name later, I picked a weird one, as always, and can’t remember it without logging into the game. Which I will not do right now since I’ll want to play.)
Quasi- is probably my favorite prefix, mainly because I used it one time in high school to confuse the valedictorian. In another life, I might have become the valedictorian, but instead I became me. I saw my grandmother today, and she almost apologized for the shitty life I was given, and reminded of the almost: my Aunt Barb and Uncle Gordon wanted to adopt me when I was a baby. That almost would have lead me to a life much different than the one I lead today. I probably would have spent my life working hard instead of thinking my way through an emotional minefield, not sure where the next violent outburst came from, and I might not be so uptight about to women, or at least asking them out. I told my grandmother that I was in a strange way thankful for what happened, because that other person would not be me.
“What in the hell does that have to do with Breakfast of Champions?” you ask (because I want you to ask that question, and I’m sitting at this keyboard and can make you ask that question within the confines of my mind. “WHY for fuck’s sake?” Because I want to answer it.)
It has to do with Breakfast of Champions because my upbringing gave me enough of an open mind to finish reading a book that I started to disagree with almost from the very first page. Actually, the first time I read it, I didn’t disagree, but that was high school when I read it last, and back then I was just a word Hoover, reading, and understanding, but not really thinking about it (actually, I’ve been guilty of that for a long time.) Now, I can appreciate how much I disagree with it, but also understand the sentiments of the time that it was written.
The book was written in 1973. As hard as it is to imagine, the book is 3 years older than me. At that point, that bloody, soul sapping boondoggle known as the Vietnam War was slowly, messily coming to an end. A quick at Wikipedia reminds me that 1973 was when the last US combat troops were withdrawn from that poor country; US combat flights were still flown until 1975, when South Vietnam fell to the Communist North. As “bad” and “misplanned” the Iraqi and Afghani wars have been fought, Vietnam stoops well, well below them. It was an exercise in futility and bad decision making. At least the current US military leadership is trying to learn from the mistakes made in the conflicts they are fighting in; it never felt that way from what I’ve learned about Vietnam. On the other hand, I’ve had 33 years of other people criticizing that war to get a grasp of what happened. It probably seemed like a good idea at the time, although treating the people of the country you were trying to defend like the enemy should never seem like a good idea.
So… Why is it people think that Communism is a good idea? Kurt had at least a mild case of communist envy in Breakfast, as if Communism as the US was “fighting” it was something to be admired. It seems to me that Communism tends to end up with a select few in power, telling the rest of the country exactly how it “should be.” So to me, there is no difference between capitalism and communism: one set of assholes ends up in charge, and everyone else follows them. Except in Communism, you need to create a “new man” as Che Guevara put it. Actually, let me quote from wikipedia (which I’m going to admit probably isn’t the most reputable source, but fuck it, I’m tired, and I’d bet dollars to donuts that this is an actual quote.)
“There is a great difference between free-enterprise development and revolutionary development. In one of them, wealth is concentrated in the hands of a fortunate few, the friends of the government, the best wheeler-dealers. In the other, wealth is the people’s patrimony.”
Except… we all know that doesn’t happen. Even those people that admire him most, no especially those people. Because those people are elitist millionaires that think socialism will “fix the world’s ills,” a much explored theme in Breakfast. “The world is sick and dying, and needs to be fixed.” Hell, it’s a theme that is still being kicked thirty years later. Well, in the history books I’ve read, every single communist revolution ended up with at least thousands of people executed because of what they represented.
But even as I wanted to debate Vonnegut, I find it hard to completely disagree with him. Pure capitalism has its problems, although one could argue, if one wasn’t suffering from a headache, and feeling think their sinuses are filled with concrete… shit, I can’t remember what I was going to argue. I was going to argue something dammit all!
Or as Kurt so elegantly put it: So it goes.
I’ve been awake since 5am, with 3 – 1 hour naps today, and I get to stay up until at least 6am tomorrow morning: yes, I got called into work because someone was “cough, cough” sick. Rootbeer and doughnuts is the order of the night. By tomorrow morning, I’m going to be feeling no pain, I’m hoping.
OK, it isn’t a big red sign, it’s more of a red lined web page, with “Stop access” in big red letters, and whatever webpage they were trying to get into listed out in Htmlese (not really htmlese, but it’s pretty cryptic unless you know what you’re looking at.) But that page makes people paranoid. “I swear I never look at webpages like that!” It’s almost like they’re saying “Please dear god, don’t fire me.”
And those people are rightly paranoid, because I could do shitloads of damage, if I was so minded. Thankfully, I’m not sociopathic, so I understand that things like that might be funny, but they also hurt people. We were playing the “I can hurt you more” game a couple weeks back at work and one guiy was like “I could get your privileges revoked” and I thought “I could get you not only fired, but also labeled a pedophile.” Yeah, I have that much power, although I would have to be extremely careful in covering my tracks, which in and of itself makes it unlikely that I would ever do that. I wonder how many lives have been saved because the potential killer was like “Fuck that. I’d have to move my fat ass from the couch and put down the cheetoes.”
So, the guy that prompted this line of thinking was like “I don’t browse sites that would get blocked!” I was like “It’s OK, you’ll only come to our attention if you’re determined to be a fuck up.” OK, I didn’t say that, but close enough, and that is pretty much the reality. One block doesn’t make for a pedophile. And in his case, he caught a fresh Trojan Horse, just put in McAfee’s dat files. Isn’t he just special? I love redirect trojans. They make me feel like I was about to get high priced call girl, and ended up hungover and with an STD.
This search stumped even me:
female shitting scenes
Uh. I have no idea where that person did that search. Really, I don’t. I tried Google, Yahoo, and Bing to no effect. Go figure. Once again, there’s proof that I’m all over the place in these things.
So I have tonight and tomorrow off, and then I’m back to work Saturday night. Yes, I’m doing my first night shift by myself. I get to spend that night doing exciting research: the Activist Report! Yes, I get to find out everything those wacky and wild environmentalists are doing. Because I work for one of the devils that are destroying the environment. Ah, I’m soooo looking forward to that. I’m hoping that I can find direct proof that Al Gore is trying to kill me personally. I know it won’t stop the wonks, but I would get personal satisfaction out of seeing his fat, pompous, overblown, overrated ass thrown into prison.
Yeah, baby, yeah! I've got a photon torpedo for you
I’m in STO beta!!! Along with several thousand other lemmings, but that ok, because now I can get my photon torpedo on. Damn right, I can now explore space at will. What I’m hoping for out of this game is bite sized gaming, a few minutes of gaming and then going on my way. The tutorial instance gives me great hope in this: I was able to form impromptu groups as I was trying to accomplish something, and then go on my way. But those “quickie” groups made me realize that I need a fleet to get the most out of this game. Haven’t decided how I’m going to chose a fleet, but I’m sure I’ll run into a group that’ll take me (one requirement: must be able to tolerate a sick sense of humor… As my previous entry proves, there are few lines I’m not willing to cross, often because the line is there, and I’m bored. Like the time I was willing to be the butt of the joke of “Once you go Shugo, you never go back.” The Shugogram interupted Laimingas in the shower… Yeah, I can be a sick, twisted, and happily demented individual at times. It’s fun!)
Any ways, I played for about a half hour, maybe a bit longer, and then actually stopped. Yes, I somehow exerted the will to hit the escape button. I think it has something to do with my cute neighbor, and hoping that I run into her sometime tonight.
And proof that I’m an old bastard now: I watched this show when it first came on TV.
OK, it has been well established that I laugh at things I really shouldn’t. The worse the joke, the harder I’ll laugh… Actually, that’s a lie. The way it really goes is “That is wrong. Hilarious, but wrong.” And I’ll be a little embarrassed, but I’ll laugh my ass off anyways. And I will cross that line, because damn it, why the hell not?
So when I saw this comic I was intrigued when I read the comments. Personally, I think the version that is up now works just as well as, if not better than whatever offensive joke he had up before. But I still want to see the original, although I can infer exactly what that joke was: something about killing a transgendered person with a fire extinguisher, and going “I killed it!”
Remember me talking about “Never apologizing for being an asshole”? Well, in this case, I’ll forgive him. 
He has a readership that he cares about (as opposed to every other mouthy bastard that shot off) and I honestly believe he cares about those people’s feelings. Personally, I would have left it up, not because I don’t care about their feelings, but because… well, shit, I can’t think of any good reason to leave it up. Lots and lots of bad reasons, but not a single good one.
I understand how horrified they would be, because I’ve been on the ass end of enough jokes, and I’ve got a thick enough skin, that I can shrug off almost anything now (the best way to gauge the effect of your joke/insult on me is to listen how quiet I get; if I’m shooting back, try again sucker! If I’m dead quiet… well, you have me dead to rights, but don’t count on me staying that way. I’m like the emotional version of the Terminator; it takes a lot to keep me down.) Trust me when I say that I wasn’t always like this. When I started my often erratic career, I was like smoke, you could push me wherever the hell you wanted, and I wouldn’t say a word in return. But perseverance pays off, and now I’m as mouthy as a prosti- Err. Never mind. 
As for the “Kill it!” joke? If someone had made that joke about me… I would look as if they were insane, commented on insecurities, made some indirect fire about penis size, and go on my way. There’s a difference between a joke and threat folks, but I understand the horror of being the butt of such a joke.
I remember being threatened directly once (maybe more, but some memories are buried in a deep dark dungeon, and I’m quite happy to leave them there, now.) My friend Jose and I got jumped once. I did the unexpected, and exceptionally insane thing, and stood up to the bigger of the guys. I wasn’t even 5′ 6″, and weighed less than a 120 pounds. He was probably 6′ and weighed lots more, but right then and there I was about as afraid as an angry chipmunk on crack, stood my ground, and took a beating. When he knocked off my glasses, I calmly picked them up, took them over to the street curve, and walked back towards him. I had no fear; I honestly think it was burned out of me at that point. I simply was not going to run from him. He hit me a few more times, and I did not back down. He finally walked away, and casually mentioned that he could have killed me. I was not impressed. Jose and I continued our walk to the store.
What’s the takeaway from this? Honestly, I don’t know. My thoughts as I remember that very real brush from death is that sometimes the only thing you can do is stand your ground, no matter what anyone says. If someone hates you, just stand your ground, and be yourself. I developed a (what I consider) healthy sense of humor about all of the slings and arrows that we inconsiderately sling at each other.
There is one thing to consider about that joke though: getting angry about jokes like that is not going to help change people’s opinions. And expecting their opinions to change of you just because you demand they take down a joke… Yeah, not going to happen. Worst case is that it’ll make them hate you more, shoving all of that hatred down into a cess pit, concentrating it… And God help you, when that silent hatred boils over.
I’ve recently discovered that I’m part Jewish, and I still hold that opinion, and always will hold that opinion, even though I’ll be one of the first in the cattle cars.:D
