Saturday, October 09, 2004

Break out the prayer beads......

Is it just me or is it getting wierd in here. After all we have seen people still think W. is a good guy. People are going to vote for him - he may even win. I wonder if France or Germany were filled with darker skinned, Muslim people if W. would want to kill them all to? Maybe he already does, maybe he has some hush - hush secret plan to attack them after the next election as well. You know, becasue they did not want to kill Iraqi's that means by default that they to were "trying to kill his dad". Am I the only person who thinks that maybe 911 was orchestrated by the Bush clan in order to somehow create a climate that would allow for the attacking if Iraq? After all, if you ask W. and the people like him, all Muslims regardless of nation, personality, temperament, etc. are the same so if one is a terrorist they must all be. Maybe it's not that at all, maybe he really is not a racist good 'ol boy after all maybe it really is just the oil and making sure that his family has more money than they could possibly ever spend. When it's no longer oil maybe it will be something that you or I will be in the way of. Hhhmmm, better make my peace with God, I see a confederate flag coming my way over the horizon......

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Fruit and nuts......

Bush / Cheney and Kerry / Edwards = Goobers and Raisinets. Remember, we live in a free democracy because we are given wonderful choices like these so what will you choose, fruits or nuts?!?

Be well.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Back from a season, or rather, a weekend in hell......

Good morning friends,

I am back in the bad place after a weekend in what may possibly have been a worse place. I travelled into the Wisconsin Dells with my wife, my cousin, his wife and there two sons. At first I was hopeful as the location we stayed at was quite wooded and smelled of fire which I like, sadly this is where the pleasure ends. We stayed in a smal trailer camper which was small and had even smaller beds made up of folding furniture which were horribly uncomfortable. The bathing site was made up of a couple of coin-op showers in the public restroom in the campground which isn't so bad I guess except for the fact that the restrooms themselves were covered in a couple inches of dirty water - and I don't even want to guess at what sort of dirty we're talking about. We drove all evening to get there and I am not fond of being a passenger in a car for more than a couple hours at a time and then upon reaching said destination we pretty much went right to bed in a very cold - no fire, no furnace and worst of all, no drinks evening. Next day we went to the actual Dells - the tourist trap area. I enjoyed myself in the morning simply becasue it was a very bright and crisp morning but the actual area of the Dells is much the same as the Canadian side of Niagra Falls, lots of touristy stuff that is profanely expensive for what it is - half rate ammusements. I did get to enjoy some very expensive salt-water taffy which is one of my biggest guilty pleasures. By the way, have any of you noticed that you can find a taffy apple just about anywhere but candy apples are simply no longer to be found? Does this mean we will no longer be seeing candy-apple red cars? Anyways, we eventually returned to the campsite and relaxed a bit and my wife made an insanely good batch of beef stew in a dutch oven sort of a thing right in the fire, however, the evening was made somewhat ugly by the fact that my cousin (who really is a fine and decent fellow) seemed to have it in for the youngest of his sons who he proceeded to deride and humiliate through the evening. Now as a self proclaimed curmudgeon, I rarely have a problem with people dishing out a little abuse, especially when well timed and comedic, however, (and don't start getting the idea that I have a heart or anything) killing the spirit of a young child is just downright criminal, it's like plucking the wings off a bird ever so slowly. Anyway, I suppose I could really get into the finer details of what made the trip hellish but I'll leave that to your imagination, suffice it to say that although I don't want to rail too much on it because the trip was a kind offer and I did have some fun, I do think that I will need to follow up on the actual Dells and other places of it's ilk at a later date.
Talk to you later.

Friday, October 01, 2004

What, you still here??

Well, I have to admit, I really like the idea of complaining to a physical audience inbetween my time spent with you. Would you believe that there are still people that expect you to earn the money they give you week to week? I know, wierd isn't it? I really enjoy the ones that give you that look - you know - "the look", as if somehow their distaste for my inactivity is going to send me spiraling into guilt ridden fits of remorse and bring me begging for the redemption only they could possibly offer. "How will you repair my broken life oh great one?" "How will you reinstill the fear I have so carelessly left upon your alter?" I am so certain that I am in need of punishment, repeat doses of boy bands and "pop" tarts, maybe a long confessional with the flavor of the month teen whore. Yes a good stern "talking to" from that chalice of wisdom ____________ (insert tragicly turned out teen prostitute of the month here). This rambling makes absolutley no sense, what did you say your name was again? Theres a twenty on the dresser, maybe you can fix me a sandwich on your way out..............

Why are you here?

So?

Why are you here? Personally, I am stuck where I really don't want to be, not doing what I am supposed to be doing and wishing I were anywhere else. for this reason I am here now with all of you which of course could be "legion, for you are many" or nobody at all. I'm not all that sure how many people read these things. I'm not sure what you can expect to find here just yet as I really am a moody bastard with a severely wandering mind. Anyways come back later if you so choose and maybe I''ll entertain you, or maybe I'll just offend you with my attitude and poor taste.