Sour Times
“We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down”
Buffalo Springfield
I don’t post for a couple of days and the world is subject to go crazy. Some Korean kid went ape shit and pulled a scene from a John Woo movie at Virginia Tech. I thought those school shootings were phasing out until dude did them all one better…like me and my roomie said last night, one better is one worse in this case.
I’ll get back to you on the whole Imus thing. He lost his mind, but there’s a lot of things that bubble right under this and it’s worth looking at.
Sounds like a line from Full Metal Jacket, but most of the U.S. thinks the war is not winnable. I know this…I’m getting real tired of Bush trying to buck on the Senate and Congress. Even though this is true to his form. He’s one of those cat’s that probably says things like, “First you get along and then you go along.” His “fearless leader” complex is showing. Would someone please explain to him that the Senate and House are there for reasons like this…I know he had his way for a long time, but they don’t usually just push what ever you want through. Now he’s on some, “Just do what I want and then we can talk about what you want.” I’ll try that with my next girlfriend. “Just bring your two best friends to bed with us and then we can discuss marriage.” Lord knows that’ll work.
Don’t worry though all is not forsaken. The IRS will give you two extra days to file if you were hit by the recent storm. I bet you didn’t get them anything…did you?
So I’m wondering how much Astronauts get paid. Cause if you can go into space and run the Boston Marathon than count me in. Well I mean to say, if you can just do other stuff and get paid for it than I am qualified. Dig it, I wrote this post at work. This had nothing to do with my job. Searching for images to compliment my ravings is not in my job description. NASA please contact me. This blogging shit is big and with your crazy-diaper-lady episode, you could use some more positive press. Blogging in space. I won’t even mention the space orgies.
War, it ain’t nothing but a heartbreaker
War, it’s got one friend
That’s the undertaker
Ooooh, war, has shattered
Many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled, bitter and mean
Life is much to short and precious
To spend fighting wars these days
War can’t give life
It can only take it away
Ooooh, war, huh
Good God y’all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again (lyrics: Edwin Starr)
That song has been stuck in my head for day’s, I’m letting out here.
Comment by Eslocura — April 17, 2007 @ 5:13 pm
ha ha
gives new meaning to the zipless f*ck
Comment by GC — April 17, 2007 @ 6:07 pm
actually would be curious to get your take on Imus. I think it was an interesting issue that was never really looked at from the better angles
Comment by jdid — April 17, 2007 @ 9:15 pm
I know this is a very informative and intelligent post… but aaa… you know me…
and what I zero’d in on…
So your greedy with yours? 3 women in bed?
C’mon Dude…that’s excessive!
bloopty!
Comment by Blah Blah Blah — April 18, 2007 @ 3:11 pm
I worked for NASA. You don’t have to be an astronaut to get paid while blogging. Why earn all those aeronautics degrees just to find an excuse to blog? Blog from your Clerk II desk, and it’s all good.
Comment by fringes — April 19, 2007 @ 5:19 pm