Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Question: "Who Hates Emo Most?" Answer: Who Cares

This sidebar was in the recent "2006 Year in Review" issue of Rolling Stone...

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Who Hates Emo Most?

Dave Draiman
(Disturbed)
"All these pussy-ass, makeup-wearing, suit wearing mama's boys...are a disgrace to rock & roll."

Maynard James Keenan
(Tool)
"The emo shit's just a backlash to rap rock. It's the same cookie-cutter crap. It's music written by frat douche bags for frat douche bags, to give roofies to unsuspecting girls before date rape ensues. 'Oh, I'm sensitive. I feel. Here, have a Roofie Coolata.'"

Austin Winkler
(Hinder)
"We were the only rock band in Oklahoma City when everything else was that artsy sceamo bullshit that nobody listens to. They're a bunch of fairies."

Brandon Flowers
(The Killers)
Called Fall Out Boy "dangerous" in the U.K. press, adding, "There's a creature inside me that wants to beat all those bands to death."

England
The crowd at the U.K.'s Reading Festival showered My Chemical Romance with debris, prompting frontman Gerard Way to announce, "Thanks for all the piss. Thanks for all the golf balls. Thanks for all the apples. Thanks for all the sticky shit." The crowd also attacked Panic! at the Disco singer Brendon Urie, knocking him out cold with a bottle.
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I am not a huge fan of 'emo' or 'screamo' music. However, I do find much of it original (despite some band-to-band similarities) and melodical. I decided to blog this because the article pissed me off. Not so much because Rolling Stone put it in their magazine (although still lame), but because it includes musicians talking shit about other musicians. Emo isn't without talent, so maybe these "rockers" should focus on platinum artists that play no instruments, and dance better than they sing. Allow me to take them on individually...

#1 - Disturbed. Emo is a disgrace to rock n' roll? In my opinion, the pay-for-play radio hard rock bands like Disturbed are the problem with 'rock n roll'. Just what IS 'rock n roll'? Disturbed? Pushing out album-after-shitty-album that all sounds like watered-down wannabe-metal hard rock? I think their facial piercings are just as sissy as a "makeup-wearing mama's boy". For space, I will leave the "Immortal Rock-Gods that wore make-up" list off this blog.

#2 - Tool. I feel Keenan's comments are a tad off-base. Maybe he is getting emo mixed up. Aren't emo artists generally against the "frat douche bag"-roofie-dropping-bullies? Maybe I have emo all wrong? (Don't think so.) Also, see Hinder at #3. Isn't Tool an "artsy" metal band? Wait. Isn't "music" an art form?

#3 - Hinder. Wow, this is a great one. Maybe Rolling Stone put this one in there as a gag? First, isn't the song Lips Of An Angel a giant "rock-n-roll" pussyfest? The song sucks out loud. Not to mention the rest of their garbage. A song called "Get Stoned"? YEAH MAN! You wear that shit on your sleeve! Nothing sells an album better to musically-challenged, super-consumer high-schoolers than a song called "Get Stoned". They have to put a 'T&A' lingerie model on the cover to sell albums. Maybe because the band is a shmorgasboard of confusing "fairy" hairstyles.

#4 - Killers. This one surprised me because I love The Killers. Aren't The Killers supposed to be a throwback to 80's bands like Joy Division and The Smiths? Either way, The Killers are awfully 'pretty' to be trashing emo bands.

#5 - My Chemical Romance and Panic! in England. This is fitting, seeing how these bands sing about the same shit that happens to them. I guess their 'underdog' lyrics are no joke. Keep throwing bottles, and they will keep writing songs.

There is something annoying about talented musicians putting down other talented musicians. (Talented as in playing instruments and keeping in tune. The basics. Not necessarily an ear for greatness.) If something sounds different, that is probably a good thing. I wouldn't want to carry on a conversation with 10 people that always say the same thing. Give me 10 people that will all say something different.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Life In The Woods - "Where I Lived, And What I Lived For"

Here are some of my personal highlighted passages from the chapter "Where I Lived, And What I Lived For" (updating as I go along):

-Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly-acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the air - to a higher life than we fell asleep from.

-The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive.

-I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

-Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!

-By closing the eyes and slumbering, and consenting to be deceived by shows, men establish and confirm their daily life of routine and habit every where, which still is built on purely illusory foundations.

-Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails...Weather this danger and you are safe, for the rest of the way is down hill. With unrelaxed nerves, with morning vigor, sail by it, looking another way, tied to the mast like Ulysses.

-Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance...

Friday, December 15, 2006

Life In The Woods - "Economy"

I am currently going through Henry David Thoreau's Walden and highlighting my favorite passages. This serves two purposes. One, is for when I read it again. That way, I can see what I liked best the last time I read it. The second, is for when someone else reads it. Whether it be Julie, or one of our children in 15-20 years. That way they can see Daddy's emotional responses to the book. Hell, maybe they can highlight their own passages in a different color for my grandchildren.

I just came up with a third purpose today. I can post some of the words here on my blog for you fine people. If you don't know what Walden is about, you can read this. Basically, Thoreau lives a life of solitude for two years on the banks of Walden Pond, just outside of Concord, MA. He writes on numerous subjects including solitude, the environment, economics, and living a simple life. What he means by a simple life is not being tied down by anything but your own spirit. This includes possessions, land, money, and employment. Here are some of my personal highlighted passages from the chapter "Economy" (updating as I go along):

-Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with the factitious cares and superfluously coarse labors of life that its finer fruits cannot be plucked by them.

-One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with;" and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plough along in spite of every obstacle.

-For the improvements of ages have had but little influence on the essential laws of man's existence; as our skeletons, probably, are not to be distinguished from those of our ancestors.

-Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hinderances to the elevation of mankind. With respect to luxuries and comforts, the wisest have ever lived a more simple and meagre life than the poor.

-I also have in my mind that seemingly wealthy, but most terribly impoverished class of all, who have accumulated dross, but know not how to use it, or get rid of it, and thus have forged their own golden or silver fetters.

-I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes...Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles.

-...we are still forced to cut our spiritual bread far thinner than our forefathers did their weaten.

-Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?

-No doubt another may also think for me; but it is not therefore desirable that he should do so to the exclusion of my thinking for myself.

-The most interesting dwellings in this country, as the painter knows, are the most unpretending, humble log huts and cottages of the poor commonly.

-When formerly I was looking about to see what I could do for a living, some sad experience in conforming to the wishes of my friends being fresh in my mind to tax my ingenuity, I thought often and seriously of picking huckleberries.

-In short, I am convinced, both by faith and experience, that to maintain one's self on this earth is not a hardship but a pastime, if we will live simply and wisely.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Friendship for the strong-willed!

A friend of mine recently posted a blog about friendship. I posted a comment in response that I thought worthy to post on my blog. I might even expand on it later. But for now here are my words:

"Some observations from your slightly-older and significantly-creepier friend...
I think it is natural for your 'true friend' pool to dwindle as you get older. I like to call the ages of 21-25 "Post 21". These are the years that you still feel and act like a young buck. You still talk to your high school friends. Your jobs suck, you party hard, and you keep a larger pool of pals. A "Pal Pool", if you will.
Then you hit your mid/late-20's. This is called the "Now you really look like your parents" phase. At this point in their lives, many people begin taking life too seriously. They gradually stop talking to their less-serious friends, and selfishly select new friends that fit their life goals. I understand the "surrounding yourself with people that make you better" theory, but not at the expense of people you have history with. For what is the point of making and having great memories with people, only to let them go? I choose history as the starting point for keeping friends. You can't let people go that you share significant life memories with. What a waste of your life!
[12/14 - You would have a memory involving old friends, yet the people involved in that memory have dissolved from your life. But what good is the memory if the real people are gone? Of course, this doesn't apply to death. Memories are everything if there is no more person. A person is truly dead to the earthly world if no memory or record of them exists.]

An important measure of friendship is the ability to pick up where you left off, regardless of the passage of time. Friendship should be a life-long commitment. It's not so much the quantity of contact, but quality and persistence. So if a few years go by without talking to someone, it is on both parties to pick up the phone and say hello. Having friends in your life isn't about moving on and always making new friends. Those aren't friends. They are temporary acquaintances. A friend is someone you cross paths with, realize the 'destiny' involved and never take for granted, and hold on to for life. If the good Lord put that person in your life, it is of the utmost that you embrace it.

Plus, I believe Thanksgiving and Christmas [have become] commercial scams. People also make them out to be special days when you get off your ass and actually talk to friends and family. The purposes of these holidays should be a year-round state of mind..."

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Dearest Blog, I missed your caress...

Blog: "Say, Wes...what is going on with you lately? I missed you."

Wes: I missed you, too. I just recently finished up the Fall semester at UCF. Another successful one. It feels good and I only wish I had this frame of mind 8 years ago. Better late than never. You probably don't know because I never blogged it (You like that, don't you? I love blogging you, baby.), I was accepted back into UCF on the Academic Amnesty program last January. It is set up for people in my situation that had academic difficulties and are returning years later. However, I was informed that I was on the "Damn, You REALLY F*&ked Up!" list, or, people that left on such a bad note that they may never get back into UCF. I am special! But they couldn't resist giving me another chance to crash and burn. It is just a shame that they give people such a hard time that want to start over with their education. All the while, they can't seem to say NO to 18-year-olds and continue to be the largest university in the state (and way up in the national ranks). Don't worry, the "Academic Standards Committee" will get a brown-streaked "Thank You" letter when I finish. (Post note: I was denied before in 2003, and they were about to deny me a second time if it weren't for my awesome advisor-lady pulling some strings.)

Anyways, this week I had a final review for a drawing class and a final exam for an art history class. To celebrate my victories, we are now in Germanton, NC visiting my parents. They moved earlier this year after about 30 years in Florida. We miss them, but they have a beautiful home in the country, with mountains to boot. My Dad has been wanting to "go home" for years now (he was born and raised in Raleigh). My Mom was born in Connecticut, but missed being born in Greensboro, NC by about 3 months. Dad is enjoying life without Palm Bay traffic. Traffic in Orlando is better than Palm Bay, because it MOVES.

It is pretty cold now and hit 10 degrees last night. I can't help myself from going outside every 30 minutes or so with a t-shirt on. At first it isn't cold because your breast is still warm from inside. Then you see how long you can stay out there before you freeze your ass off. You know those old guys that annually swim in freezing lakes? They are badass. I am not badass like that, but I try.

A few months ago, Julie and I were at the library in the non-fiction section. There was this book with drawings about our body parts and what they are for. I never knew it looked like that inside! There were also pictures of naked men and women on top of each other, hugging and kissing. We were embarrassed because a librarian walked by and we were giggling. We still don't know if she knew what we were laughing at! But there were lots of books about the same thing, so maybe she did!! Haha. Totally embarrassing. Anyways, we nervously checked the book out because it had information on how to have babies. We had been asking each other about it, but neither of us really knew where to start. To make a long story short, we read the book and had some really nervous nights. That was about 10-11 weeks ago. We went to the doctor and he told us that Julie was pregnant! We were really excited. The doctor was very helpful, and seemed surprised at the amount of questions we had! ("How does the baby get out?!") We have been nervous to tell too many people, but we get more and more excited as the days go by.

So that is what's going on right now, Blog. What's up with you?

Blog: ...

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Political Compass

I have taken a few "where do you politically stand?" quizzes on the internet. Most of them are hogwash and you can guess what they will tell you by a set of 10 obvious, generic questions. (i.e. - "How much control should the state have over business? a. none b. a little c. a lot d. total control...DUH!) This isn't very scientific if you know the answer will fit you into a political ideal of your choice.
That said, I found a pretty good website for this: www.politicalcompass.org

This one is way better than some I have seen. Most of us know where we stand, but these are still fun. The political compass funnels your ideals for you. It is still on the basic side...but it's easier than taking a 200-question exam and joining Fight Club.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Does it come with a toilet?

I used to be an avid baseball card collector. In fact, I still have them all and even buy some stuff on eBay from time to time. The bible of baseball card collecting is the Beckett price guide. I used to say to my Dad, "Hey! I got this card out of my pack and it's worth $10!" My Dad would crush my excitement and reply, "Oh is it? Well go try to sell it for $10 and see what you get." (He was always correct, even today baseball cards on eBay go for 50-70% of the listed worth.)

The same thing applies to today's house market. We are appparently in a "buyer's market". Millions of houses for sale, no one buying them. Here is the problem. All of the houses are still listing around the same price they ended at when the housing boom ended about 1 year ago. Our house is still 'worth' the same price it was then. However, no one wants to buy these houses. Why? Well, the experts say that times are slow for home sales.

I have a better explanation. If no one is buying your house for $250,000, then maybe it isn't WORTH $250,000! Grand idea, is it not? I believe, in this time of consumerism and get-rich-quick mentalities, people can't fess up to this fact. The housing market over the last few years was unnatural and may never be seen again. There is no way an investment can get that kind of return in so little time. It was a fluke. Face it, America. You can't get 55-70% on your house in less than 2 years. It was never meant to happen. When will 'the market' respond with a price reduction? Not to mention the fact that a hard-working American can't even buy a decent house due to their ridiculous cost.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Absinthe, Immigration, Etc.

1. Last week I ordered my first bottle of Absinthe. I have wanted to try it for the longest. For those that don't know, it is a liqour that is not legal to sell or buy in the U.S.. You have to order it on-line. [But it is not illegal to have it.] What separates it from regular liqour is an extract of wormwood called thujone. It supposedly has hallucinogenic effects.
It isn't cheap, so I hunkered down and did my research. This is a great site to work off of: http://www.feeverte.net/
I had done some looking around a while back and favorite-placed some of the more-popular sites (if you search Absinthe on google). That is where I started. The brands seemed legit, but had a slightly commercial appearance and often talked too much about the amount of thujone. ("This is a good deal for beginners. But if you are ready for the big-time thujone, this is the grandaddy. 100mg of thujone!") So I was skeptical and wondered if these were the corporate, mass-marketed-to-American-college-kids brands (these are largely Czech brands and referred to as garbage by the rest of the Absinthe producers).

Alas, my skepticism turned out to be correct. Naturally made Absinthe averages at 10mg thujone, and rarely tips out at about 35mg. The stuff that Expressionist artists went ga-ga over 100 years ago had around 10mg. So the 100mg, super-thujone brands actually add liquid wormwood extract that doesn't really do anything. And they apparently taste like Yoda ass. Also, Absinthe doesn't give you crazy visual hallucinations or anything. So the "Let's get f*cked up!" factor largely comes from the makers of the big brands so they can sell, sell, sell to the misinformed. You can thank me for this lesson. Anyways, I ended up getting a nicely-priced, well-reviewed French brand. Hopefully it gets here soon. I will let you know how it is. Green Fairy, here I come.

2. A thought on immigration... Those that want immigration reform tend to ally with Republicans, as they are the party of tough-talkin'. Talkin' tough!! (say it out loud, it's funny) "You Mexicans better stay out of my backyard!" However, the Republican party is the political arm of large corporations. Before you dump your pants, hear me out. It is fact that the Republican Party loosens employer labor laws and restrictions, making everything easier on the employer (a.k.a. - corporations). On the other hand, the Democrats tend to pass the worker's-rights legislation including pesky details like hours-worked and minimum wage. Corporations throw their money at the Republicans. Why? Because they will do their best to ensure big business stays 'free-market and fat' (the title of my first album), not burdening them with rules that keep their employees healthy.
This is the reason that serious immigration reform will never happen. More corporations than you realize are affected by the trickle-down effect of illegal immigrants, whether at the top or bottom. They need illegal immigrants. They are so deep in cheap labor that quitting would be like a junkie kicking heroin. The withdrawal would be unbearable, so why would they kick it? When it feeeeels soooo goooo...d...uh....uhhhhaaaaahhhh (grabbing arm after a smooth injection of immigrant dookey rocks)
So why would Republicans stab their billion dollar campaign paycheck in the back? They won't. At least not with a knife, maybe a pin. Maybe money to finish the 'almighty wall' that will still be penetrated. It is an election issue used to get you to vote their side.

3. I want to live in Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater...

4. I lacerated my finger a few days ago. Cut-with-a-sharp-knife lacerated. Not put-my-hand-in-a-blender lacerated. I just ate some delicious 'Flamin' Hot' Cheetos. My cut is now dyed bright red, down into the flesh. If you cut yourself all over your body and rubbed your wounds in Cheetos, you could look like a red tiger. Or maybe even Chester himself? Don't get excited, you have to cut yourself all over first.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Boston, etc.

I have been putting off a new posting for the longest. One main reason is I always have to come up with reasons not to do it. Another main reason is that I think a 'blog' has to be of some importance or subject. Why can't I just post some nonsense so people know I am alive? Better yet, to be a semi-regular 'blogger' so people that care can rely on hearing something new from me. There are plenty of "once-a-month" blogs. You gotta TRY and make an interesting dialogue for anyone to care.

Anyways, life has been good for the past month plus. I had to quit my job of 2.5 years because they wouldn't approve my customized part-time schedule (that worked around school). I can't exactly take night classes as an art student. Class times are limited and you have to take what they give you. After all, I am in classes with 18-20 year olds. I wonder if I look like a creepy old guy yet? I will know I am there when I sit in the front, raise my hand, make comments, and ask questions through entire class periods. (arg! I will NEVER be that old guy.) Other than school, I am running our pet-sitting business that is going well. I try not to say the name or provide a website link. Why? Because I wouldn't want prospective clients seeing comments that include pictures of man-ass, pig balls, cow balls, various animal penises, grotesquely fat people, and profane video clips. I wouldn't dare censor my friends' appettite for such things! [Hint: My wife gets 0 cow ball pics.]

We went to Boston 2 weeks ago for a family wedding. My cousin Catherine was married to her fiancee Chris. It was a beautiful wedding in downtown Boston and we had a blast. When we have to go somewhere by plane, we usually take advantage of being there in the first place. So we made a week-long vacation out of it. There is a slideshow on the main page, which I am sure everyone has already seen. Here is a quick schedule of events:

Friday: Arrived in Boston, went straight to hotel and Rehearsal Dinner. Got drunk and bought cheap cigars at CVS.
Saturday: Walked the Freedom Trail. You walk a red line on the sidewalk that takes you through the significant historic places of Revolutionary Boston. Went to wedding and reception that night. Had quite a few drinks, proceeded to far exceed buzz level of night before.
Sunday: Took a 'Duck Tour'. It is a tour of the city in a land/water military vehicle. Good comprehensive view of the city. Said goodbye to Mom and Dad. Went to see "Bodies". This is a museum exhibit of plastinated carcasses (think preserved bodies with no skin). It was pretty gnarly. Went to dinner with Wyatt/Jamie and Charles/Heather. Said goodbye to Wyatt and Jamie.
Monday: Took a bus tour of the New England coast. As expected, everyone else on the bus were senior citizens (almost everybody). It was still very pretty. Made stops at a beach, Nubble lighthouse, and the small town of Kennebunkport, Maine. The Bush family has a vacation compound that we saw from a distance. Daddy Bush was home.
Tuesday: Museum Day. First we went to Fenway, which was beautiful. Then went to the Museum of Fine Arts Boston and the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. There was better art at MFA, but ISGM was awesome. It is a 4-story mansion that belonged to its' namesake. She was a tad crazy and collected art, furniture, and lots of other stuff (i.e. - letters written by Washington and Franklin). So much stuff. But she left everything to the city, and they left is untouched as if she died yesterday. At dusk, we walked the Black Heritage Trail along Beacon Hill. Had dinner with Charles and Heather again.
Wednesday: Rented a car and went to Concord and Lexington, birthplace of the Revolution. Highlights include 1) North Bridge, first shots of the Revolution were fired here. 2) Author's Ridge, burial place of Thoreau, Emerson, Alcott, Hawthorne. 3) Walden Pond, where Thoreau lived in solitude for 2 years and wrote his journal that became his famous book. Other beautiful sites included battlefields and the towns themselves. The best part was in the Concord museum, where they had Thoreau's desk and bed that he used in his Walden cabin. Even better was his walking stick, which he notched everytime he had a profound thought. There it was, notches and all.
Thursday: Quick trip to the aquarium and left for the airport. They have a pretty nice aquarium.

It was a great trip. The city is beautiful. It is quaint for a big city. Lots of parks, grass, and trees.
Talk to you later!

Friday, August 04, 2006

Piss Wax

So I purchased a new pair of khakis about 3 weeks ago. They are pretty stylin'. Unbeknownst to me at the time of purchase, they are equipped with stain guard technology. This is the coating in the material that causes liquid to bead up and roll right off your pants. It's my first pair of khakis with this feature. Yes, pants really CAN have features. One feature I never sport is pleats.

Back to the stain guard technology. There is one side effect that I had not thought about. Have you ever noticed the ring of splashed piss that surrounds the floor around a men's bathroom urinal? (Ladies, trust me on this one.) The porcelain is sanitary, but it deflects urine like a racquetball on concrete. The first time I used a urinal with my new pants, I walked down the hall and realized I had urine-beads all down my legs. Yes, my pants looked like a freshly waxed Cadillac after a thunderstorm. What disturbed me most was the amount of urine-beads. Did anything even make it into the urinal? Halfway down the hall I had to decide whether to wipe the beads with my bare hands, turn around and wipe the beads with a paper towel, or just let them roll off my pants as I walked. Another realization, if the piss was beading off my pants now, where was it going before the stain guard technology? It dawned on me that the urine simply soaked into my other pants. Technology is amazing.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Do Cubans love Big Macs?

Word on the street is that Fidel Castro is having intestinal surgery and handed leadership over to his little brother Raul. Word on the street is that Little Havana in Miami is rejoicing. Word on the street is that the U.S. Government is watching, planning, and eagerly awaiting their chance to return "democracy" to Cuba.

I will save the arguments about communism. I will save any mention of hardships and atrocities spoken from the anti-Castro community. Instead, I will keep it black and white. What is best for Cuba? Or better, what Cuba is best for a nationalist Cuban? I don't presume to have the answer to that question. I am not Cuban and do not live in present-day Cuba. However, it is a nurturing human instinct to want a social system that lessens the gap between rich and poor (or to eliminate), promotes education, and provides for the well-being of ALL inhabitants. This was the goal of Castro's Marxist Cuba. The recent struggles of Cuba can be linked to a combination of the fall of the Soviet Union (Cuba's financial ally since 1959) and the hypocritical and stubborn U.S. embargo. After all, we don't seem to have a problem trading with other communist countries like China. Maybe, just maybe, anti-Castro sentiment in the U.S. isn't about anti-socialism or 'freedom'...but about letting privatization run wild.

The passion behind the Cuban Revolution was, in a nutshell, against foreign corporate occupation and meddling. The 26th of July Movement were Cubans (and an Argentinian) that felt they needed to take back their country. The overthrown Batista regime was supported by the U.S., despite unopposed elections and government ties to the mafia. Batista allowed U.S. corporations to flourish. (Notably, the Batista regime was also supported by Cuba's official communist party because of his social policy.)

Fidel's health now has the U.S. licking its' chops to restore Cuban "democracy". (The quotations are for the 100 years of U.S.-sponsored coup d'etats in foreign lands.) The U.S. is so ready that they created the Commission for Assistance to a Free Cuba in 2003. The Commission is co-chaired by Condoleezza Rice and Commerce Secretary Carlos Gutierrez, a Cuban-American. Commerce Secretary? You don't say!? I guess the U.S. is ready for an all-out commercial assault on Cuban society. Well, first they have to elect a President that the U.S. approves of. And if the U.S. approves, then of course the U.S. based multi-national corporations really approve. Or vice-versa. It's like a gay marriage. Just think of the money ready to be made off the rebuilding of Cuba's infrastructure. They are lining up in Key West. I heard the line is around the bloc. (Appreciate that one. One-liners are not my specialty!)

However, what if an election is not so easy? The U.S. is talking about strolling into Cuba to cheering crowds eagerly awaiting the Empire that has come to save them. You know, like the Iraqi people did. The U.S. government believes it will hold their hands and show them how to elect a leader, like a teacher shows a student how to glue macaroni to paper. Of course, the macaroni must be U.S.-friendly. What makes the U.S. think they won't need troops to make this happen? They do realize this. But now isn't the time to tell the American people about a conflict in Cuba. Our own Israel-Lebanon! How swell!

I hope those still in Cuba, the ones that believe Castro is on to something (even if it is flawed), fight against U.S. involvement in their government. The U.S. is the largest, most influential, and most powerful empire since Rome. The spread of our version of foreign democracy isn't about freedom for the people or freedom to choose leaders. It is freedom of capitalism. It is freedom to have a system that can make a few people very wealthy, while exploiting the working class. This may sound like the words of Karl Marx, but only a fool would not believe it true. The ideology of Revolutionary Cuba wanted freedom for Cubans on their own terms. I suppose this type of freedom doesn't make sense to everyone. For what is freedom if you can't wipe your ass with $100 bills?

The most famous symbol of American capitalist dominance is McDonald's. That will be the first sign that Cuba has been hijacked. The golden arches shine brightly on the Havana cityscape. But we shouldn't confuse the beacon of capitalist freedom, McDonald's, with actual freedom. There are many, many free countries that have McDonald's. The residents in those countries that don't stuff their faces with fast food understand the effect McDonald's has on their health, wages, and society. That is why a handful of foreign McDonald's restaurants have been symbolically ransacked and burned. I can only hope Cuba embraces the same cynicism.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

"It's been awhile... since you shaved."

Getting older, there are important people in your life that you begin to see less and less. The first sign that you and an old friend have been bit by the "How've You Been" bug, is that you can't keep up with their changing facial hair. Clean shaven one year, beard the next. Muttonchops another year, mustache the next. If this has happened to you, keep in touch with your people. Don't let the circle go broken. Life is too short to let go of good friends! (Awwwww, insert your favorite friends-forever song here.)



P.S. - This guy is an asshole. If anyone wants to write and tell him so. Please send message with all Asian scat pictures to:
John Zalokar
35W142 Duchesne Dr.
Dundee, IL 60118

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

"He was very lucky"

"He was very lucky..." said the Doctor. Lucky to be alive, yes. But I wouldn't call it all good luck. That is pretty unlucky that of all the seas in the world, you happen to catch the giant marlin that jumps toward the boat, spearing the relatively microscopic two-foot section called your chest.
That has to be higher odds than the lottery. Maybe not. They say I will get struck by lightning before winning Lotto.

Fisherman speared by blue marlin off Bermuda
Monday, July 24, 2006

HAMILTON, Bermuda (AP) -- A fisherman was recovering from surgery after he was speared in the chest and knocked into the Atlantic Ocean by a blue marlin during a fishing competition off Bermuda's coast.

Ian Card, 32, was in stable condition at King Edward VII Hospital in the British Island territory from a wound that his doctor said could have been fatal.

"He was very lucky," said Dr. Christian Wilmsmeier. "It was a very serious injury."

Card and his father, Alan, both operators of a charter fishing boat and experienced marlin fishermen, had just hooked the fish Saturday when it suddenly leapt out of the water, impaled Ian Card just below his collar bone and knocked him into the ocean.

"The fish all of a sudden changed direction and jumped. The fish made a leap and Ian just happened to be in the way," Alan Card said.

The younger fisherman managed to struggle free while his father cut the line and helped his son get back into their boat, the Challenger.

They managed to make it back to shore in about 40 minutes for emergency medical treatment.

The fishermen estimated the marlin at about 800 pounds (363 kilograms) and about 14 feet (4.3 meters) in length.

Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

Friday, July 21, 2006

The grass is always less brown.

I was watching the local news today and the weather man came on. He said "this storm system will deteriorate, and that is good news!"
I love the rain (so does my half-dead lawn), so to me, this is bad news. Thank you to the weather man and his almighty weather opinion. I would prefer the storm system to rock my world, baby. I prefer hardcore, mature MILF storms to barely legal, inexperienced storms.

Then I realized that during a drought, the same weather man would say "let's hope this storm system materializes, we REALLY need the rain!"

Rain is good when we need it, but not good when we don't need it!? I suppose that is simple enough logic. At least when floods are taking away homes. However, if there are times when we DO need it, why would there ever be a time when we don't need it? We always need rain. If God satisfied our request for not needing rain, we would then need rain again. That's when the weather man says, "Hey God, we really need that rain again buddy! But keep it light. And only on weekdays. Because if it rains too much, it will ruin our weekend shopping!"

Thursday, July 20, 2006

See food free write

I keep meaning to do this, folks. But it is now finally freewrite time. I am writing straight off the top of my skull and the fingers aren't stopping. I am at work, so I may get interrupted. It might not be a true freewrite, but it is free enough. So the other day I went to a seafood restaurant and they had liscense plates covering the walls. To the left of a Florida plate was a Tennessee plate. The county was Cocke. Cocke county. Maybe the guy it is named after should have recommended his first name be used in naming the county. Robert County. William County. Todd County. Lucious County. Harry County. It would have been better than Cocke county. Then I ate my seafood and left. But I was actually already leaving the restaurant when I saw the plate. Then again on the way out, I saw a sign that said "Save a tourist, eat a gator" What was my first response to that? "Save a gator , eat a tourist"? No, it was something else but I can't really remember. "Endanger tourists, breed gators"? Maybe that was it. Either way, what a bullshit line. It can go three ways, the gator is in our backyard, we are in the gator's backyard, or we are to co-inhabit the same space. I like the last one. If a gator eats your baby, you should have kept your baby away from the gator's mouth. That's a smilin' gator.

part b:
I just sat in my car during lunch and ate some trail mix. decided to come back in and do another free write. I listen to the classical music on NPR a lot on my....DAMN, interrupted at work....anyways, I really like the choral stuff. I sit there and stare off into the sky and that choral music makes you feel part of everything. Then you look back at the building you work in, and realize it is all b.s. Why do we waste so much of our lives on something we don't believe in? Are you helping people at your job? Are you giving back to this community we call humanity/earth/planet earth/love? If not, it would be good to question your shit. Don't slave your life away for the almighty dollar. Go listen to some classical music on NPR. This has been another free write from Wes. [I guess you could call them rants, but a rant can be edited..eh? These free writes are ...free writing.]

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Put Away The Flags

Put Away The Flags
By Howard Zinn
From "The Progressive" and Progressive Media Project
On this July 4, we would do well to renounce nationalism and all its symbols: its flags, its pledges of allegiance, its anthems, its insistence in song that God must single out America to be blessed.

Is not nationalism -- that devotion to a flag, an anthem, a boundary so fierce it engenders mass murder -- one of the great evils of our time, along with racism, along with religious hatred?

These ways of thinking -- cultivated, nurtured, indoctrinated from childhood on -- have been useful to those in power, and deadly for those out of power.

National spirit can be benign in a country that is small and lacking both in military power and a hunger for expansion (Switzerland, Norway, Costa Rica and many more). But in a nation like ours -- huge, possessing thousands of weapons of mass destruction -- what might have been harmless pride becomes an arrogant nationalism dangerous to others and to ourselves.

Our citizenry has been brought up to see our nation as different from others, an exception in the world, uniquely moral, expanding into other lands in order to bring civilization, liberty, democracy.

That self-deception started early.

When the first English settlers moved into Indian land in Massachusetts Bay and were resisted, the violence escalated into war with the Pequot Indians. The killing of Indians was seen as approved by God, the taking of land as commanded by the Bible. The Puritans cited one of the Psalms, which says: "Ask of me, and I shall give thee, the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the Earth for thy possession."

When the English set fire to a Pequot village and massacred men, women and children, the Puritan theologian Cotton Mather said: "It was supposed that no less than 600 Pequot souls were brought down to hell that day."

On the eve of the Mexican War, an American journalist declared it our "Manifest Destiny to overspread the continent allotted by Providence." After the invasion of Mexico began, The New York Herald announced: "We believe it is a part of our destiny to civilize that beautiful country."

It was always supposedly for benign purposes that our country went to war.

We invaded Cuba in 1898 to liberate the Cubans, and went to war in the Philippines shortly after, as President McKinley put it, "to civilize and Christianize" the Filipino people.

As our armies were committing massacres in the Philippines (at least 600,000 Filipinos died in a few years of conflict), Elihu Root, our secretary of war, was saying: "The American soldier is different from all other soldiers of all other countries since the war began. He is the advance guard of liberty and justice, of law and order, and of peace and happiness."

We see in Iraq that our soldiers are not different. They have, perhaps against their better nature, killed thousands of Iraq civilians. And some soldiers have shown themselves capable of brutality, of torture.

Yet they are victims, too, of our government's lies.

How many times have we heard President Bush and Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld tell the troops that if they die, if they return without arms or legs, or blinded, it is for "liberty," for "democracy"?

One of the effects of nationalist thinking is a loss of a sense of proportion. The killing of 2,300 people at Pearl Harbor becomes the justification for killing 240,000 in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The killing of 3,000 people on Sept. 11 becomes the justification for killing tens of thousands of people in Afghanistan and Iraq.

And nationalism is given a special virulence when it is said to be blessed by Providence. Today we have a president, invading two countries in four years, who announced on the campaign trail last year that God speaks through him.

We need to refute the idea that our nation is different from, morally superior to, the other imperial powers of world history.

We need to assert our allegiance to the human race, and not to any one nation.

Howard Zinn, a World War II bombardier, is the author of the best-selling "A People's History of the United States" (Perennial Classics, 2003, latest edition). He can be reached at pmproj@progressive.org

Thursday, June 22, 2006

"You can call (on) me, AL!!" (and Ozzie Guillen is a moron)

We just saw -An Inconvenient Truth-. You all owe it to yourselves to see this film!

Oh wait, that't what Roger Ebert said.

ummm...let's tryyy...

I highly recommend you ALL see it, it was fantastic!

Al Gore's dime-piece makes any critic look like a moron. What can you really say? What is the point in arguing against Global Warming?

Hey, look! There's an opponent on Fox News now!

Here is my Global Warming analogy...
Take a skeptic of God. They can't see him, can't touch him...and don't believe the hype. What happens when they die? Their asses are burning in hell. I am at the pearly gates.
What happens if there really ISN'T a God? Well, everyone blacks out at death, nothing else. No loss on either side. [Except the non-believers got to have pagan orgies in goat blood. Oh well!]

Take a partisan, capitalist in-the-pockets-of-Big-Energy skeptic of Global Warming.
Do you believe them? Would you say...
"yeah...that fair and balanced guy on Fox News is right.
And everyone in the White House that is preoccupied with Iraq and gay marraige are right.
That Head of the EPA that Bush elected that used to work for the oil companies is right. It's all bullshit" ?????
What happens when you follow those people?
They better be right, or our grandkids are gonna cook or drown.
I'm not betting on those guys.

What happens if you give them a big 'fuck you'?
What happens if you decide we should protect the Earth that God gave us and Biblically told us to protect?
[Some would argue that the Bible says man has ultimate dominion over the Earth and must subdue it. To think that this means ultimate destruction is ludicrous. We would destory all mankind. It simply means God gave the Earth to us for our use. The writers of the Bible didn't really have nuclear warheads in mind.]
If Global Warming IS true, then good thing we all smartened up! [But there really is no debate. The debate is created by the politicians and businessmen. 99f the scientists have closed the book.]
If it is not true, and we PROTECTED IT...all for NOTHING...then our descendents will enjoy their world as much as we did ours. Damn, the wealthy top 5issed out on billions! Woe is me.


Now go hug and kiss each other like, as Ozzie Guillen put it, a bunch of f)(@#*$ f*gs.

Just kidding. Ozzie is a complete moron and deserves more punishment than what he got. His 'apology' was bullshit.
What if just ONE hate crime against a gay person in Chicago could be traced to someone being influenced by his words? No. Take it down a notch. What if one easily-influenced teenager thinks he is Ozzie, and simply uses the word against another teenager that he believes to be gay. That's what is wrong with it. Sensitivity training is nice and all, but Ozzie seems like the kind of guy to take 10 piss breaks and play on his Blackberry during his session. It's just a shame this has to get out in the first place. Respect to Bud Selig to take this one by the balls.(And Jay M. is no Mike Ditka. So even if Ozzie said it's not 'what he meant', it's pretty damn close. The damage is done.)
The Sox just have all kinds of shit to taint their rings with, do they not?

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Funny Work Story: Pizza Edition

This happend in August 2005. I work at Hewitt, which does human resources outsourcing (health benefits, pension, 401k, etc). It is a 6-story office building that functions mainly as a call-center. At the time, I worked until 8pm every night. The place basically goes silent after 6pm, with scattered humans and scattered cars in the parking lot.

So one day at work I get up from my desk to get a drink. Every floor has its own refrigerator stacked with cans of soda. There is also space for people's lunches, etc. This particular day, there were two boxes of left-over pizza. There are numerous 'teams' on each floor. In this case, another team got pizza for lunch and had some remaining slices.

I said to myself, "Tonight, when the clock hits 6:00 and everone is gone...if that pizza is still there I am stealing a slice!"

So the clock strikes 6:00pm and most of the people are gone. There are 2 other people from my team still around. Most teams don't even work past 6:00pm. So a little later I get up to the refrigerator. A Ha! Delicious pizza awaited my nervous hands. I make my move. I reach in and grab a slice. I then grab a few napkins and wrap the pizza in the napkins. That way, in case someone passes me in the hall, they won't see my cheesy prize. Also, one of my team-mates sits on the aisle. So I had to slip by him on the way to my desk.

I make my move, and am walking back to my desk. The pizza hidden in the napkin, I hold it down by my side. Even if I walked by someone, they probably wouldn't even see the bundle of napkin, let alone think there is pizza in it. Success! I am back at my desk. I eat my stolen slice. It wasn't even that good.

After I have finished my pizza and icy cold Diet Coca-Cola, I get a "Sametime" (this is a program used in offices that is just like AOL Instant Messenger). My co-worker that sits on the aisle sent me a link. He says:

"Hey Wes, check this out! haha
http://forum.simplyhired.com/showthread.php?t=495"

!!!READ LINK BEFORE CONTINUING!!!

Yes, this really happened. I was shocked. (At the time, this story was #1 winner for the month, a full-colored feature story on the main 'Simply Fired' homepage. Complete with a picture of a squirrelly employee scarfing down stolen pizza.)

There was no way he saw me! I got up from my desk and looked around. Was I being spied on? Was this a complete set-up? Turns out it is an amazing coincidence. Or is it...?

Thursday, May 25, 2006

"America's Blinders" by Howard Zinn

Please read!
Americas Blinders
By Howard Zinn
April 2006 Issue of The Progressive

Now that most Americans no longer believe in the war, now that they no longer trust Bush and his Administration, now that the evidence of deception has become overwhelming (so overwhelming that even the major media, always late, have begun to register indignation), we might ask: How come so many people were so easily fooled?

The question is important because it might help us understand why Americansmembers of the media as well as the ordinary citizenrushed to declare their support as the President was sending troops halfway around the world to Iraq.

A small example of the innocence (or obsequiousness, to be more exact) of the press is the way it reacted to Colin Powells presentation in February 2003 to the Security Council, a month before the invasion, a speech which may have set a record for the number of falsehoods told in one talk. In it, Powell confidently rattled off his evidence: satellite photographs, audio records, reports from informants, with precise statistics on how many gallons of this and that existed for chemical warfare. The New York Times was breathless with admiration. The Washington Post editorial was titled Irrefutable and declared that after Powells talk it is hard to imagine how anyone could doubt that Iraq possesses weapons of mass destruction.

It seems to me there are two reasons, which go deep into our national culture, and which help explain the vulnerability of the press and of the citizenry to outrageous lies whose consequences bring death to tens of thousands of people. If we can understand those reasons, we can guard ourselves better against being deceived.

One is in the dimension of time, that is, an absence of historical perspective. The other is in the dimension of space, that is, an inability to think outside the boundaries of nationalism. We are penned in by the arrogant idea that this country is the center of the universe, exceptionally virtuous, admirable, superior.

If we dont know history, then we are ready meat for carnivorous politicians and the intellectuals and journalists who supply the carving knives. I am not speaking of the history we learned in school, a history subservient to our political leaders, from the much-admired Founding Fathers to the Presidents of recent years. I mean a history which is honest about the past. If we dont know that history, then any President can stand up to the battery of microphones, declare that we must go to war, and we will have no basis for challenging him. He will say that the nation is in danger, that democracy and liberty are at stake, and that we must therefore send ships and planes to destroy our new enemy, and we will have no reason to disbelieve him.

But if we know some history, if we know how many times Presidents have made similar declarations to the country, and how they turned out to be lies, we will not be fooled. Although some of us may pride ourselves that we were never fooled, we still might accept as our civic duty the responsibility to buttress our fellow citizens against the mendacity of our high officials.

We would remind whoever we can that President Polk lied to the nation about the reason for going to war with Mexico in 1846. It wasnt that Mexico shed American blood upon the American soil, but that Polk, and the slave-owning aristocracy, coveted half of Mexico.

We would point out that President McKinley lied in 1898 about the reason for invading Cuba, saying we wanted to liberate the Cubans from Spanish control, but the truth is that we really wanted Spain out of Cuba so that the island could be open to United Fruit and other American corporations. He also lied about the reasons for our war in the Philippines, claiming we only wanted to civilize the Filipinos, while the real reason was to own a valuable piece of real estate in the far Pacific, even if we had to kill hundreds of thousands of Filipinos to accomplish that.

President Woodrow Wilsonso often characterized in our history books as an idealistlied about the reasons for entering the First World War, saying it was a war to make the world safe for democracy, when it was really a war to make the world safe for the Western imperial powers.

Harry Truman lied when he said the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima because it was a military target.

Everyone lied about VietnamKennedy about the extent of our involvement, Johnson about the Gulf of Tonkin, Nixon about the secret bombing of Cambodia, all of them claiming it was to keep South Vietnam free of communism, but really wanting to keep South Vietnam as an American outpost at the edge of the Asian continent.

Reagan lied about the invasion of Grenada, claiming falsely that it was a threat to the United States.

The elder Bush lied about the invasion of Panama, leading to the death of thousands of ordinary citizens in that country.

And he lied again about the reason for attacking Iraq in 1991hardly to defend the integrity of Kuwait (can one imagine Bush heartstricken over Iraqs taking of Kuwait?), rather to assert U.S. power in the oil-rich Middle East.

Given the overwhelming record of lies told to justify wars, how could anyone listening to the younger Bush believe him as he laid out the reasons for invading Iraq? Would we not instinctively rebel against the sacrifice of lives for oil?

A careful reading of history might give us another safeguard against being deceived. It would make clear that there has always been, and is today, a profound conflict of interest between the government and the people of the United States. This thought startles most people, because it goes against everything we have been taught.

We have been led to believe that, from the beginning, as our Founding Fathers put it in the Preamble to the Constitution, it was we the people who established the new government after the Revolution. When the eminent historian Charles Beard suggested, a hundred years ago, that the Constitution represented not the working people, not the slaves, but the slaveholders, the merchants, the bondholders, he became the object of an indignant editorial in The New York Times.

Our culture demands, in its very language, that we accept a commonality of interest binding all of us to one another. We mustnt talk about classes. Only Marxists do that, although James Madison, Father of the Constitution, said, thirty years before Marx was born that there was an inevitable conflict in society between those who had property and those who did not.

Our present leaders are not so candid. They bombard us with phrases like national interest, national security, and national defense as if all of these concepts applied equally to all of us, colored or white, rich or poor, as if General Motors and Halliburton have the same interests as the rest of us, as if George Bush has the same interest as the young man or woman he sends to war.

Surely, in the history of lies told to the population, this is the biggest lie. In the history of secrets, withheld from the American people, this is the biggest secret: that there are classes with different interests in this country. To ignore thatnot to know that the history of our country is a history of slaveowner against slave, landlord against tenant, corporation against worker, rich against pooris to render us helpless before all the lesser lies told to us by people in power.

If we as citizens start out with an understanding that these people up therethe President, the Congress, the Supreme Court, all those institutions pretending to be checks and balancesdo not have our interests at heart, we are on a course towards the truth. Not to know that is to make us helpless before determined liars.

The deeply ingrained beliefno, not from birth but from the educational system and from our culture in generalthat the United States is an especially virtuous nation makes us especially vulnerable to government deception. It starts early, in the first grade, when we are compelled to pledge allegiance (before we even know what that means), forced to proclaim that we are a nation with liberty and justice for all.

And then come the countless ceremonies, whether at the ballpark or elsewhere, where we are expected to stand and bow our heads during the singing of the Star-Spangled Banner, announcing that we are the land of the free and the home of the brave. There is also the unofficial national anthem God Bless America, and you are looked on with suspicion if you ask why we would expect God to single out this one nationjust 5 percent of the worlds populationfor his or her blessing.

If your starting point for evaluating the world around you is the firm belief that this nation is somehow endowed by Providence with unique qualities that make it morally superior to every other nation on Earth, then you are not likely to question the President when he says we are sending our troops here or there, or bombing this or that, in order to spread our valuesdemocracy, liberty, and lets not forget free enterpriseto some God-forsaken (literally) place in the world. It becomes necessary then, if we are going to protect ourselves and our fellow citizens against policies that will be disastrous not only for other people but for Americans too, that we face some facts that disturb the idea of a uniquely virtuous nation.

These facts are embarrassing, but must be faced if we are to be honest. We must face our long history of ethnic cleansing, in which millions of Indians were driven off their land by means of massacres and forced evacuations. And our long history, still not behind us, of slavery, segregation, and racism. We must face our record of imperial conquest, in the Caribbean and in the Pacific, our shameful wars against small countries a tenth our size: Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Afghanistan, Iraq. And the lingering memory of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It is not a history of which we can be proud.

Our leaders have taken it for granted, and planted that belief in the minds of many people, that we are entitled, because of our moral superiority, to dominate the world. At the end of World War II, Henry Luce, with an arrogance appropriate to the owner of Time, Life, and Fortune, pronounced this the American century, saying that victory in the war gave the United States the right to exert upon the world the full impact of our influence, for such purposes as we see fit and by such means as we see fit.

Both the Republican and Democratic parties have embraced this notion. George Bush, in his Inaugural Address on January 20, 2005, said that spreading liberty around the world was the calling of our time. Years before that, in 1993, President Bill Clinton, speaking at a West Point commencement, declared: The values you learned here . . . will be able to spread throughout this country and throughout the world and give other people the opportunity to live as you have lived, to fulfill your God-given capacities.

What is the idea of our moral superiority based on? Surely not on our behavior toward people in other parts of the world. Is it based on how well people in the United States live? The World Health Organization in 2000 ranked countries in terms of overall health performance, and the United States was thirty-seventh on the list, though it spends more per capita for health care than any other nation. One of five children in this, the richest country in the world, is born in poverty. There are more than forty countries that have better records on infant mortality. Cuba does better. And there is a sure sign of sickness in society when we lead the world in the number of people in prisonmore than two million.

A more honest estimate of ourselves as a nation would prepare us all for the next barrage of lies that will accompany the next proposal to inflict our power on some other part of the world. It might also inspire us to create a different history for ourselves, by taking our country away from the liars and killers who govern it, and by rejecting nationalist arrogance, so that we can join the rest of the human race in the common cause of peace and justice.

Howard Zinn is the co-author, with Anthony Arnove, of Voices of a Peoples History of the United States.