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America, I can hardly wait until the November elections are held and the votes are counted. I would state that I can hardly wait for a Democratic Presidential candidate, but the bickering, the verbal misinterpretations, the insults, and the semantics won’t come even close to slowing down with that decision.

For several months now the American public has been constantly bombarded with the snipes of the Presidential candidates. If it is Clinton saying something completely absurd and, not too mention, completely false, about Bosnia it is McCain shooting his mouth off about a war which will last a century. And if it isn’t one of them it is Obama, although, in the name honesty, Obama is the least guilty of them all. Even looking outside the nonsense espoused by these three, however, our populace finds mention of the race. Bloodthirsty news agencies with decades of truth distortion at their disposal crowd the scenes like ravens on a battlefield.

I am tired and weary beyond the scope of my vocabulary of all of this. I am greatly fatigued of Clinton’s snide and condescending attitude toward not only Obama, but to the very people she seeks to lead. I am tired of McCain running his mouth about things he knows little of, his insane hypocrisies, his apathetic and half-assed promises. I am tired of hearing Obama’s name dragged through the mud for voicing an honest, heartfelt opinion. I am especially weary of watching the contaminated, one-sided version of the ‘truth’ from the corporate media. In short, I am fed the fuck up with this nasty little affair.

The latest round of sheer political stupidity is aimed (again) at Obama, for statements made regarding the feeling of the American people. Clinton decries him of ‘looking down’ on voters. McCain defames Obama as ‘condescending and out of touch’. Well, Clinton and McCain, I would absolutely love to be the one to ram this news down YOUR smug, wealthy, worry-free, and yes, condescending fucking throats, but seeing as I how that particular golden opportunity isn’t knocking at my door I’ll just have to settle with this happy medium; Obama isn’t ‘out of touch’ or ‘condescending’ and he isn’t ‘looking down on voters’. How do I know this you are asking…glad you asked.

Why don’t we start with the source of these aspersive attacks, shall we?

Obama made the statement that many working-class Americans are ‘angry and bitter over economic inequalities and have lost faith in Washington…and as a result, vote on the basis of other issues such as gun protections or gay marriage’.

That statement is at the miserly, corrupt heart of the latest round of political bashing. Although I must confess more than a little confusion as to why; Obama is right, unequivocally so. Compounding the severe posturing by Clinton and Obama is the simple, and highly visible FACT, that these are two of the most vainglorious and smug people in the public eye. That they dare to cast him into that same, tainted light is an insult to American intelligence of the worst and, most patronizing kind.
I am one of those bitter, disenchanted, and angry working-class Americans Obama spoke of. What separates me from many other rancorous Americans trapped in a pay-day to pay-day life is my upbringing. I was raised to think clearly, forcefully, and, pay attention here, for myself! I was raised to question the things I was told to believe. I was raised to educate myself about ALL aspects of life. I was raised, in short, to enhance my personal knowledge of the world we call home. I grew up in a house which was, and still is, a veritable treasure trove of literary accomplishment. I was afforded, at no small expense to my family, the ability to educate myself in order that I might be able to live a life which can be described as good, as right, as person who walks through life with outraged conscience when necessary, rather than merely drift through the world for all my years, dying with the knowledge that my life was void of any accomplishment or feeling. Many Americans are not afforded that exquisite opportunity. If that damns me to the ranks of the condescending elite, then so be it. Better to die standing, than to live on your knees.

Yet even with my unusually enriched upbringing I am bitter and enraged with my country. I am furious at the unprincipled and unchecked perfidy which our leaders (though they hardly deserve the title) brazenly enforce upon us. I am livid with the horrible fact that our land is no longer ruled by the lawfully elected officials we see each and every day, the wealthy and immoral corporate world now claims our government. I am near insane with the accumulation of wealth to the very few in this land, the complete lack of morality displayed by such men and women. And I see no way, at least, no simply way, of righting the ship that is my country. We have, through the course of years, allowed an uncaring and detached praetorian elite gain far too much power, and now we are caught in the inexorable storm that such things must bring.

So perhaps you can now see why my ire falls upon those dishonest and cowardly fools who are the critics of Obama for his very honest statement, and his staunch defense of his statement. Clinton and McCain posses more villainous gall than even I had imagined. They strike at Obama with false accusations in hopes that the disenchanted masses will damn him for his honesty. They deliberately slander his name and twist his words with cruel and unerring intent.

Are these two foul and odious creatures to be permitted yet more power in my country? Do you truly wish to find yourself ruled by a woman who purposefully misrepresents not only herself, but others as well? Do you seek to enthrone a man who is so far out of touch with America that he believes in fighting a war for a century?

Or do you wish a leader who will perhaps try to level the playing field for ALL Americans?

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I do not know why I read the news while I am at work. I suppose it is a time-consuming enough distraction when there is little to be accomplished relating to my job. It doesn’t occur with enough regularity to be much of problem, so normally I don’t bother worrying about the infuriating lack of alcoholic beverages in my office (note to self: bring enough alcohol to fill drawers in desk).

But, what you are wondering, has caused this frustrated author to wish with desperate desire for an early afternoon drink? Glad you asked…allow me to explain. Warning: If you are the ‘insane religious freak show’ type, then I STRONGLY recommend that you go blow yourself. And that you read this, and then blow yourself. Or maybe playing in traffic is better solution; it is certainly a permanent solution, of which I am a great fan. Either way works though. Have fun.

I am most certain that many of us still remember the outrage and painfully stupid screams from the Muslim community over the cartoon drawn by a Danish cartoonist. For those of you who have just found your way out of your own personal rock, and for those of you with a short term memory problem, allow me to paint the scene for you.

The cartoon depicted Muhammad carrying a bomb. As soon as it was released the world suffered the shock of millions of little Islamic heads exploding with rage. Yes, I realize that this is insensitive, and I don’t care anymore. Actually, I stopped caring the moment some hotheaded, intemperate Muslim voiced this opinion:

“This cartoon depicts Islam as being a violent religion. This is offensive blah blah blah, don’t do it again or we’ll blow your office!”

Very convincing argument you have there. Sometime later you and yours managed to further your already unfailingly logically argument by plotting to kill the cartoonist. I must say I’ve not seen this kind of ‘peaceful religion’ since the Templar’s butchered the inhabitants of Jewish towns and the like. Then again, I suppose the threat of a single murder is, by comparison, merciful in that only one person dies, verses the occupants of an entire building. Well done…excellent display of understanding and mercy. Now go blow yourself.

Altogether the world of Islam blew a gasket, for no real reason. It wasn’t as if the cartoonist was depicting anything the world didn’t already know. No, your prophet wasn’t the type to walk into a crowed market and self-detonate; but many of his followers in this day and age are all to willing to do precisely that. Unacceptable, and I don’t give two shits whether or not you agree with me.

Okay, we are all staring at the same ragged piece of paper now, right? Good. If not, go blow yourself. Moving on…

Today, during a lull at the office, I paid a visit to the Oracle at Google, news from all corners of the world unfolding before my blue eyes. Not that I read much of it mind you; I generally do little more than scan the headlines for entertaining stories, or stories that make my mind recoil in some sort of babbling horror. Anyhow…

This particular stupid storm finds its origin in Austria, and while it is not a stupid storm on the scale of stunted, mustached buffoons, it is definitely stupid.

Like the cartoon from Denmark, our bit of stupidity finds its origins in religion. This time it is the Christian world that is being indignant and oh so offended. You got it, go blow yourself you intolerant little twats! Sorry…slipped out rather unexpectedly.

The painting depicts Christ and his friends at the last supper, having an orgy. This seems to have stirred up a bit of, shall we say…ire? Holy wrath, maybe? I don’t know what other people are calling it, but I am calling it stupid, exceptionally stupid. Stupidity of the sort that is almost praise-worthy, until you remember that it is in fact, stupid.

Couple of things you simple sheeple need to remember before you dust off the crucifix and start looking for nails.

1. It is a painting. Hence it is the view of one man, not the entire world. Lighten up.
2. You (none of us actually) weren’t sitting at the table during the last supper. I’ve seen the painting and I’ve meet everyone on the planet, and I still don’t see your faces in the painting.
3. The original last supper painting is boring, simple, uninspired, and (this one is my personal favorite for disliking the painting) ugly. This new 21ST Century X rated version is at least entertaining.
4. Don’t you think that it is at least possible that Christ had himself an orgy the night before he died? I know I’d want to get laid my last day on Planet Earth, and as many times as possible with as many women as possible. Don’t say you’d want any different, cause if you do you are damn liar and you will suffer an eternity of pain and damnation in an everlasting, fiery Hell!!!
5. And this one is just filling space. Move along now.

So, now that you have been provided five good reasons (and yes, the last one is still a good reason, despite what you think…sheep) to lighten up and relax, hell, maybe even have your very own orgy, what possible reason have you to find anger? Other than the fact that at some very basic, very limited, very simple level you will resort to anger and rage because it seems the right thing to do, or course. By the way, that doesn’t count as a good reason…go blow yourself if you’re still thinking that it does count for something other than the gold standard in the development of sheople.

Islamic or Christian anger of a piece of art, is abysmally retarded. There aren’t many other ways of phrasing it. I suppose one could say “Are you completely stupid?” or perhaps “Die in a fire you pathetic holy-rolling fuckstick!”, or any number of other verbally abusive statements. I prefer (in this case only, normally I am a bit of a Vulgarian), to phrase it as ‘abysmally retarded’. Reminds of some nine year old with a helmet ramming his head into the wall…amusing.

So, if you are one of the offended masses of the righteous Christian faith….GO BLOW YOURSELVES!

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Alright people, time for a question, and with any luck, a fucking answer that makes some sort of sense.

I was driving home from work the other day, and the entire length of my rather short and frustration free commute (if you can actually call it that) I was stuck behind a truck with a sticker that said ‘Soldier for Jesus’. Normally I’d have let that thought perish just as swiftly as I could, but for thirty minutes I was permitted the distinct pleasure of staring at that sticker.

Anyhow, the sticker mustered a few rogue thoughts about Christianity. Most of the time I ignore these perilous thoughts as they lead to a great deal of confusion and anger; Christians, for all their lovely rhetoric, aren’t very nice people. Now before all of you fly into a rage (proving my point), keep in mind that I am generalizing here, individual Christian types aren’t all that bad…grouping tends to be a problem though.

Anyway…Christ, soldiers…anybody else see the fucking problem here?

While I am no expert in the ways of Christianity (nor do I have any desire to be) I do seem to remember the ever-present theme of ‘tolerance, forgiveness, understanding…peace’. None of those terms, those themes, whatever you wish to call them are agreeable with the very idea of a soldier. Soldiers are called when you boot needs to be put to ass; soldiers are called to finish a problem, violently under most circumstances. So…anybody else see the fucking problem here?

Well…I seem to have reached a dead end on this one…I’ll depart, back later. Maybe. If I feel like it.

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Well, maybe not a ‘God given right’, but most certainly a right honored since time immemorial. Not hangovers specifically, but the road to that filthy abomination that strikes without mercy come the cruel morning hour. You got it, 75 years ago (or three score and fifteen years ago, if you like Lincoln), a great man with great vision gave back to Americans the right to get hammered.

Legally drunk that is. Prohibition never really stopped people from getting drunk, though the repercussions were a mite worse than a headache in the morning.

Yes a midnight 7 April 1933 the country rejoiced as alcohol once more flooded our streets (and seeing as how they were lacking that famed ‘gold’ fill, it was twice as a much a drunken celebration). And the mighty American heart responded with divine vigor and furious main…I cannot imagine the pained awakenings the next day. And I don’t want to; I’ve had many a suicide inducing hangover of my own. I blame the Air Force for the majority of those, just so you know.

But tonight is reason to celebrate, reason to imbibe the fermentation of wheat and grape, and whatever else we ingenious humans have managed to turn into booze. 75 glorious years of alcoholic freedom! To ignore this most prestigious and holy of days is to renounce all claims to words like ‘freedom’ and ‘American’ and ‘Wow, if I hadn’t been plowed I wouldn’t be in this shitstorm this morning’.

So, the above holy text fresh in that alcohol starved mind, leave now the confines of sobriety and venture forth into that hazy and dizzying universe of alcoholic bliss! Go forth and prosper! And let fall the legions of vacuum sealed bottles!

And I am out…to follow my own advice.

I am quite certain that almost every American is aware of the unemployment problem in this country. For those of you still amazingly unaware, over 81,000 jobs have been lost this year. Unemployment offices across the nation are suddenly swamped with applications. Thousands of people are losing what they consider to be their lives; vehicles, homes, marriage…food on the table.

Even for those of us fortunate to have a good job (which I will define shortly) life is increasingly difficult. As each day passes inexorably forward prices across the board continue to rise. Food, fuel, books, in short, inflation is no longer battering at the gates, it is now ransacking the cities and homes of our land.

As I said above, those of us to be employed with a good job are feeling the effects of this overpowering recession. And the people with good jobs are really only inconvenienced; for the vast majority of the country a ‘good job’ is a nothing more than a pipe dream. A good job is one that pays well and on time. It is a job from an employer that consistently manages to uphold their end of the bargain, permitting you to leave at the set time, allowing you those two days off a week, giving you the holidays promised off. A good job is one where you find yourself working in an environment which allows you to get and go and get a drink, or a snack, or perhaps to have a cigarette, when you want and outside of federally mandated break times.

Most Americans do not have that sort of job. Most Americans work a job that is tiring, miserable, and in short, degrading to the human condition. I’ve personally seen workers threatened for possessing the audacity to leave their work area for a drink when it was not an approved break time. I’ve witnessed supervisors’ pressure employees into working on a day off, by utilizing scare tactics such as the loss of their job. I’ve seen people come into work for a ten hour day and not be allowed to leave until fourteen hours have passed, again, threatened with termination should they demand to leave on time. I have witnessed people come to work day-by-day, tired and frustrated, concerned and worried, because they have yet to receive their first paycheck; and this after a month of employment. Worse, I’ve seen people who have worked for the same company for a great deal of time fail to be paid for weeks on end. All in all I’ve seen wealthy corporations use and abuse the very people who enable them their wealth and pampered life.

Good jobs as compared to the myriad assortment and all to easily obtained soul-crushing types of jobs, are rare. It took me over six months of relentless searching to find a ‘good’ job. And I only managed that job due to my experience in the military. I have no college degree to use on my lengthy resume. Many Americans have no college degree to use on a resume, and yet they are more than capable of performing the functions of many jobs. For example, many employers require a bachelor’s degree for such jobs as warehouse management; a monkey can run a warehouse. I know this because for nearly a decade I worked in and around warehouses for the military and I may assure you, it is not a difficult job. But, companies want the added benefit of a bullshit business degree before they will allow you the misfortune of working for them. This sort of practice, America, is nothing more than the gentrification of American society.

This devolution to the once gratefully forgotten feudalistic society is a diametric opposite to the time-honored values of this nation. This land was founded on a different set of values and principles. This nation was built on the idea that wealth could, and should, be obtained by every person who calls America his or her home. And it has worked, too well. The majority of wealth in our homeland is not evenly distributed among the majority of the populace. Instead it is locked securely away by the extremely, and horrendously wealthy elite upper class, a paltry few. These obscenely wealthy individuals are the new nobility, the gentry of 21ST Century America.

With a decaying economy, a government rife and replete with greedy, corrupt officials, a steadily (even rapid) decline in the educated and informed youth, and the innate sense of entitlement our population displays, our nation is on a collision course with ruin. Combine the aforementioned with the extremely wealthy and highly educated corporate tyrants our laws have not only protected, but aided and enabled, and you have found the grandest and most failsafe manner of creating a society based on class divisions.

If our society allows this behavior to continue then we must all ask the hard question: Why did we bother with a revolution at all?

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The press, at least those cock smoking, loose lipped, Republithug fucktards at ABC, are having a field day with comments made by one Barrack Obama in the very recent past.

You all remember when McCain (the towering shrine to truth, justice and the American way…wait, he isn’t any of those things…) said that he wouldn’t mind being in Iraq for ‘a hundred years’? Anyone remember that? Obama did, and the press certainly does. ABC is busying themselves with belittling Obama because a Democrat had the audacity to call that sorry and pathetic zombie McCain out on his pandering to the Bush White House. Shocking.

Everyone suddenly has sallied forth to the defense of McCain; he didn’t really mean that he believed in fighting a war for the next century. What he really meant was that we should have a station or twelve in the sandbox for the next fucking century. After all, we have bases in Europe and Japan, and have had for the last sixty some years. How is this any different?

Well for one thing, and pay attention class, because this be a very important difference: WE FUCKING WON THAT WAR! And we did it in five years; actually we only played a major hand in the war for four years, so technically we won in just over four years. It has been five years in Iraq and we’re nowhere close to claiming victory, there or in Afghanistan. So yeah, John, a rather large, easily identifiable difference. And oh yeah, another easily defined difference; the world wanted rid of Hitler and the threat that Japan posed, and as I recall, nobody invited us into Iraq. Afghanistan yes, but not Iraq…but I’m quite certain you know that already John, I don’t need to remind you of the very recent historical blunderings of our nation.

So Obama isn’t the only one who heard that comment and wanted to vomit. Normal, everyday American citizens felt bile rise like a fucking flood when John dropped that bomb on us. But Obama is the only one receiving national attention (I understand you get a lot of that when running for the office of the President of the United States of America) and as such, provides these narrow-minded Republishit fuckers with an easy target to bash upon. Ironic, at the very least, that you pricks have the nerve to play a cheap game of semantics, given that you rewrote the fucking rules in that arena.

So, to all the fine assholes at ABC, and to their equally high quality asswipe viewers: FUCK YOU! Yeah…fuck you, fuck the horse you rode in on, fuck your mother, fuck that pathetic cult of a church you grovel in, and fuck whatever it is you call ‘God’ for allowing you the privilege of independent thought, not that you use it, but fuck him anyway. And oh yeah…remind me to slap God for the crime of letting you useless, simple minded buffoons to reproduce.
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…and working together seamlessly, thanks to a brilliant piece of software called VMware Fusion. This shiny new iMac has Windows XP loaded on it and XP programs loaded on it as well, and they run alongside Mac software without having to do anything stupid like reboot the machine.

So, bottom line is this, if you dislike the idea of owning a Mac because you can no longer use your PC software, you can now scratch that reason off the list. I didn’t even give consideration to a Mac for years as I have many programs for the PC, that would become useless to me were I to switch to a Mac. But thanks to the ingenuity of the folks at Apple Computer and the designers of Fusion, I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

The screen is so shiny…

As if the widespread and very lasting devastation Hurricane Katrina dropped on the Gulf Coast and the miserable federal restoration weren’t enough for victims of the hurricane a new and fresh hell has stepped up to the plate. That is right my friends, the U.S. government isn’t done throwing lives in the shitter, and for some odd reason, I don’t believe they will done anytime soon.

We are all aware of the disgraceful handling by the U.S. government, particularly the paltry effort by FEMA in the aftermath of Katrina. Some of us are aware that the ‘first responders’ weren’t government officials but contractors in the employ of Blackwater USA. And some of us are also aware that many involved in the rebuilding of places hammered into sodden heaps are private contractors. These contractors, like many of the worthless scum working for the military, are just as much a blight in the civilian world. And now these detestable, money-hungry scumbags have found a new way to further grind into dust the damaged peoples of the Gulf Coast.

One such contractor, ICF International of Fairfax, VA., is stating that they have made severe overpayments to Katrina victims, and that they want the money back. ICF was in charge of running the Road Home grant program, which aided homeowners in restoring some semblance of normalcy to their lives. Now many of these people are in danger of having to pony up thousands of dollars because of possible overpayments.

Not being there and not being in the middle of this gigantic and consistently mismanaged nightmare I cannot speak to the validity of this situation. What I can attest too, and what I will attest too, is the simple fact that the people of the Gulf Coast are entitled to this money.

Oh really you say…if they were overpaid then they must, a reasonable person might say, repay the monies issued.

Perhaps, in normal circumstance they would be compelled to do just this. However the situation all along the Gulf Coast is far from normal, no matter what your definition of the word may be. Katrina has been a cluster fuck since day one, and the government is no hurry to correct their gross inaction, mismanagement and misconduct. Instead they are more than willing to continue the downward spiral; it is easier to fuck the people you are supposed to watch over and protect than to actually do your stated job.

Is our government so rife with corruption and greed that we as a nation are going to allow them to further bully our populace? Are we so far removed from the plight of our fellow countrymen that we will turn a blind eye to their troubles?

It is a shabby and clearly vile day when we as a nation, allow our government to so abuse and bury our own people. Do me a favor, America, flood your lawmakers with complaints on behalf of the Gulf Coast. Let these inglorious wretches feel a national wrath and righteous anger. Let these men and women lawfully elected on our behalf wallow in the misery such as has been gifted to the citizens of the Gulf Coast. Let them, in other words, actually do the job for which they were elected.

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Screaming at the TSA seems to be a recurring theme around here. It’s almost as if they look for ways to allow people to scream at them. More attention than I’d ever like, but maybe these stupid pricks have a self-loathing complex that would drive most shrinks to suicide. I don’t know.

A lady in Texas was forced to remove both her nipple rings in order to board her plane. One of the piercing required the use of pliers. Funny thing is she had a belly button ring as well, and they didn’t force the removal of that piercing. I guess the nipple rings are some sort of bizarre threat to planes, maybe a sort of living hand grenade or the like. Don’t you feel the magic bubble of aerial safety that TSA is providing us with? I know I do.

But…and this is important, the TSA wants you to know, the security agents are well trained in the area or piercing. Even those piercing which happen to be in ‘sensitive’ body areas.

So my fellow Americans, beware the TSA if you have extra holes in your body. And pack a pair of pliers on your next vacation if you do have any extra holes.

Link and out.