Tuesday, November 8, 2011
15th Anniversary
No, really, this was like the first ultra cool thing that I found on the interweb... in 1996. Also, chicks are not amused when I choose to mimic it.
So Fucking What
So, sometimes I take the 22 minutes to let John Stewart draw a chuckle out of me. He and his Daily Show writing staff have a phenomenal ability to make me laugh at how important the leaders of the free world consider themselves to be.
For a moment, we shall disregard how fundamentally flawed the two party system is and how the securing of votes for the next cycle is best achieved by shrouding the adversary in failure than by ever truly accomplishing anything. It is true that we, as Americans, have drawn a lot much longer and of much sterner stuff than the vast majority of our fellows. It is true that a nation that prides itself on providing a ocean of opportunity to each of its citizens has allowed the systematic enacting of policy that inarguably favors those who have already amassed their fortunes, rather than the notion that we might all be able to live in comfort and joy.
It seems odd that the first great recession of the information age has affected you and me rather than say, Tom Cruise and Alex Rodriguez. This is not to say that our entertainers have not invested well, but the salience is easily discerned. Maybe we would all have an easier time keeping our homes or paying our medical bills if, maybe, Justin Bieber was playing to half full (or even half empty) arenas or if we told both sides of the NBA that they can take their ball and go to hell.
I spent about 20 years waiting for a cause, for some sort of grassroots uprising that would engender the cacophonous cry of the informed and not just the the foolhardy rantings of the ignorant. It turns out that neo-conservatives can be morons too. Just like all of the actors and athletes, just like the politicians and pundits, they can just as well accomplish nothing. With all of my angst and apathy lingering above like a cloud of righteous indignation gone stale I can still see the wailing, still taste the Peace Wall burn and still hear all 99 degrade with their cries for homogeneity.
One more time kids, until we are ready to examine unpalatable options, until we are willing to take a step back to accommodate a leap forward, we will simply burgeon to explosion. Recognize that the health care plan, the party affiliation of the Senate majority, your paycheck and, yes, even this blog will be rendered uttlerly irrelevant when we have peeled the last band-aid and bled out into oblivion.
There are too many of us, kids. Before anything truly gets solved, a bunch of people and I mean buh-illions are going to need to die. Yeah, really. And until we can all get on board with that, there is no reason for you to do what you want me to, regardless of who you are.
#SFW
Hand me a drink. Cheers.
For a moment, we shall disregard how fundamentally flawed the two party system is and how the securing of votes for the next cycle is best achieved by shrouding the adversary in failure than by ever truly accomplishing anything. It is true that we, as Americans, have drawn a lot much longer and of much sterner stuff than the vast majority of our fellows. It is true that a nation that prides itself on providing a ocean of opportunity to each of its citizens has allowed the systematic enacting of policy that inarguably favors those who have already amassed their fortunes, rather than the notion that we might all be able to live in comfort and joy.
It seems odd that the first great recession of the information age has affected you and me rather than say, Tom Cruise and Alex Rodriguez. This is not to say that our entertainers have not invested well, but the salience is easily discerned. Maybe we would all have an easier time keeping our homes or paying our medical bills if, maybe, Justin Bieber was playing to half full (or even half empty) arenas or if we told both sides of the NBA that they can take their ball and go to hell.
I spent about 20 years waiting for a cause, for some sort of grassroots uprising that would engender the cacophonous cry of the informed and not just the the foolhardy rantings of the ignorant. It turns out that neo-conservatives can be morons too. Just like all of the actors and athletes, just like the politicians and pundits, they can just as well accomplish nothing. With all of my angst and apathy lingering above like a cloud of righteous indignation gone stale I can still see the wailing, still taste the Peace Wall burn and still hear all 99 degrade with their cries for homogeneity.
One more time kids, until we are ready to examine unpalatable options, until we are willing to take a step back to accommodate a leap forward, we will simply burgeon to explosion. Recognize that the health care plan, the party affiliation of the Senate majority, your paycheck and, yes, even this blog will be rendered uttlerly irrelevant when we have peeled the last band-aid and bled out into oblivion.
There are too many of us, kids. Before anything truly gets solved, a bunch of people and I mean buh-illions are going to need to die. Yeah, really. And until we can all get on board with that, there is no reason for you to do what you want me to, regardless of who you are.
#SFW
Hand me a drink. Cheers.
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