what a fucking genius.....

- Pressed about Cheney's knowledge about the CIA officer, McClellan said: "I think you're prejudging things and speculating and we're not going to prejudge or speculate about things." -

Yeah, he actually said that.

Taken straight from CNN http://www.cnn.com/2005/POLITICS/10/25/cia.leak.probe.ap/index.html

The terrible thing is that this time I can't piss and moan about the election being stolen like the dutiful, tree-hugging little hippie liberal that I am. This time we (as a nation) really did elect these assholes. We really did. We really, really did. I'm not so naive as to think that this is the only administration that has ever been guilty of wrong-doing. Not by a long shot. But what kind of argument is that to begin with? "Oh come on, do you really think the Clinton administration didn't do underhanded, deceitful things as well?" Hell, I KNOW the Clinton administration did bad things. And they should have been punished for them. But instead, the same jackoffs who are completely FUCKING SCREWING US right now were too concerned with stains on a blue dress to get riled up about bad intelligence leading Clinton to issue a directive which lead to the leveling of an aspirin factory and a children's hospital. But instead, millions of those oh-so-fucking-precious taxpayer dollars went to investigating Monica Lewinsky's dubious use as a humidor. If an administration gets caught doing things of an illegal fashion, they, just like every other person in this country, should be punished. Just because Jacko wasn't the first guy to rape a kid doesn't he shouldn't be punished for it.

Meanwhile, the "compassionate conservative" camp wants to deny gays the rights of ordinary citizens, but tax them the same.

It's seeming a little roman, isn't it? Now all we need is for the boy king to elect his horse to the senate and we'll be well on our way to the burnings, the lions, and the fiddles...

Blow it out your ass.

weekly bulletin

Here are a series of brief bullet points to summarize my week:

-"High Tension" is the best damn horror film I've seen in a really long time.
- VICE magazine is the funniest magazine being published today, and it's occasional honesty can be breathtaking.
- Georgia weather is terrible.
- Mayonaise drunkenly splattered like semen all over a waffle house window at 4 am is hysterical.
- Videophone captures of drunken kung fu jacket excercises are even more hysterical.
- Trivium is one of the best metal bands to come out, thus far, this millenium.
- Existential quantum physics is fascinating.

More to come...

...and again with the wet asshole...

I'm getting the feeling that maybe I should stop drinking. Every morning I'm waking up and brushing my teeth like I just finished sucking a cock covered in scabies, just to get the hangover-mouth taste to go away.

I'm at work, again, and very tired. I stayed up late drinking wine and watching the shining. Sometimes I'm just too responsible for my own good.

Good God I hate Rehab. As if that damn "last tattoo" song wasn't bad enough, the live performance is fifty times worse. I don't think this fat fuck has hit the right key once. My teeth are about to shatter. I actually met the two rehab guys several years ago at a dive bar in downtown called the Cajun Kitchen. They were complete assholes. I know, you're so surprised, right? Oho! They just reffered to this aural assault on all that is good as "unplugged and intimate". Our broadcasters need to remember how to use our fucking language. This is not "unplugged and intimate", this is "acoustic and terrible." This has nothing to do with my vehement insistance that Rehab sucks, either. They are abysmal performers, even their most dutiful fans admit that.

In conclusion, fuck Rehab.

woo

It's funny how spending all night drinking something that tastes like listerine will still leave one's mouth tasting like wet asshole in the morning.

I had a conversation with a good friend of mine last night. A good conversation. A healthy, long, hearty conversation that led us to conclusions we hadn't thought of before. She is a talented artist, and attends a distinguished art school. It is, however, a publicly funded state university and therefore attracts some riff-raff. One of these riff-raff is a young woman in her conceptual art class. This is an upper lever class, and yet given the subject of "the death of nature" this young woman in questions draws a fairy on a leaf. I have been told that her inspiration and intention for this mind-numbing artistic abortion involve both Walt Disney and a fight with her boyfriend. She probably told everyone else that their pictures looked "organic", and when questioned about her religious beliefs, she will undoubtedly describe herself as "spiritual." People like this make me want to hold my head under water until the little bubbles stop coming up. How did she manage to get to an upper level conceptual class by drawing Fern Gully?

I actually remembered another dream a few nights ago. It is so rare for me to remember my dreams, that when I do I feel like I have personally accomplished something. It was a very vivid dream, but nothing spectacular. I took someone very close to me to the base of mount evans out in colorado to see the leaves change. If you've never seen that sight in person, I do highly reccomend it. Sunlight through those leaves is the bright color of blood and honey. The last dream I remember before this one involved me beating someone to death with a crate of apples after mistaking him for the Chevelle singer. The last vivid dream I can remember before the apple crate episode actually put me in hysterics after I woke up because I was convinced that my mother would be arrested and sent to prison for the rest of her life for carrying an umbrella as a concealed weapon. My mind is a ridiculous place.

I'm one of them now!

I'm a blogger! Yes! Maybe I too will someday be invited to the white house press room.