Oh, it’s you! I was just sitting here by the fireplace,
lounging in this silk bathroom and puffing on this gaudy pipe. Here are a few
random thoughts…
-I support gay marriage. Many argue that gay marriage
dilutes the concept of matrimony. Actually, it seems to me that many
heterosexuals enter into marriage too lightly. I suppose the divorce rate alone
would support that assessment. Now, consider all the resistance marriage-bound
homosexual couples endure: social stigma, damnation from bible thumpers,
belittling looks from neighbors, bullying peers, shame from right wing talk
show hosts, etc. Regardless, homosexuals are prepared and willing to dodge
these bullets en route to the steeple. Who enters in the bonds of matrimony
less lightly than gay folk? If anything, I’d argue that homosexuals who wed
further sanctify marriage.
But hey, we heterosexuals can get sauced then go
through the drive-thru chapel in Vegas.
(Personally, I don’t think there is anything sanctified
about marriage, in and of itself.)
-Politically, I consider myself a moderate or
Independent. While I sympathize with some conservative values I tend not to
admit to such because I would feel in league with the smug, nasty and brutish
sensibilities of talk show hosts like Rush Limbaugh, Quinn and Rose, Sean
Hannity, etc. Conversely, sometimes I mute my liberal sensibilities to distance
myself from the hair-brained, pie-in-the-sky technicolor beatniks.
-Another thing that bothers me about the talk show personalities mentioned above is that they pitch every single product ever. Seriously, sometimes you can’t tell when a segment on conservative radio ends and the advertisements begin. Glen Beck broke down in tears as he was lamenting the economy, but then he began yammering on about the security of gold. I soon realized the whole ordeal was a commercial for a gold investment corporation. Rush Limbaugh went from verbally running over immigrants to pitching Venetian blinds. Rose (from Quinn and Rose) segued from railing about superficial “lefties” to pushing face lifts, boob jobs and Botox. I was afraid Michael Savage was going to barge through the radio speakers and rip my throat out until he quickly simmered down and tried to get me to purchase a Vermont Teddy Bear.
-I want to see Affirmative Action employed in the NBA,
merely for the entertainment payout. Each game would consist of 48 straight
minutes of three or four tall black dudes dunking on a bunch of short lame
white guys.
-I wonder why anyone labels themselves as a Republican, Democrat, or any other affiliation. Labels don’t do the thinking person justice. Let’s say Jack calls himself a Democrat. One gets out the chart (a multiplication-type chart for this example) and points to “Democrat” with the right finger, and then points to “Topic In Question” with the left finger. Wherever the two fingers meet, the chart dictates Jack’s opinion. Why even bother asking Jack what he thinks? Ask the chart.
-I wonder why anyone labels themselves as a Republican, Democrat, or any other affiliation. Labels don’t do the thinking person justice. Let’s say Jack calls himself a Democrat. One gets out the chart (a multiplication-type chart for this example) and points to “Democrat” with the right finger, and then points to “Topic In Question” with the left finger. Wherever the two fingers meet, the chart dictates Jack’s opinion. Why even bother asking Jack what he thinks? Ask the chart.
-Another thing that bothers me about the talk show personalities mentioned above is that they pitch every single product ever. Seriously, sometimes you can’t tell when a segment on conservative radio ends and the advertisements begin. Glen Beck broke down in tears as he was lamenting the economy, but then he began yammering on about the security of gold. I soon realized the whole ordeal was a commercial for a gold investment corporation. Rush Limbaugh went from verbally running over immigrants to pitching Venetian blinds. Rose (from Quinn and Rose) segued from railing about superficial “lefties” to pushing face lifts, boob jobs and Botox. I was afraid Michael Savage was going to barge through the radio speakers and rip my throat out until he quickly simmered down and tried to get me to purchase a Vermont Teddy Bear.
-I’ve never been a baby person. I’ve never particularly
wanted to be a father. Even today, I’m still not moved by babies, except one.
For nine months I imagined the moment I’d see my baby erupt from Kait’s
foo-foo. But when the doctor yanked out my son for real, I gasped and covered
my gaping mouth as though I’d just witnessed two helicopters crash head-on over
an erupting volcano. I was conscious of how ridiculous I appeared, but I
couldn’t pry my fingers from my lips. As I’m sure many parents can attest, you
will never be so at the mercy of a moment as when you first see your child.
-I can’t stand bikers on the road. Global warming suits
me just fine if it means less bikers on the road. What’s worse, many bikers
don’t obey the traffic laws, which are the same laws to which drivers must
adhere. What irks me most is when I take a detour into the left lane to avoid
leveling a biker, and then I believe he is safely miles behind me. I’ll stop at
a stop sign and sure enough…whoooosh; the biker blows by me and through the
stop sign. I’ll have to take the left lane detour again a quarter of a mile
ahead.
-42% of all Led Zeppelin lyrics are the word “baby.” 27%
of that percentage is pronounced “baaaaaaabaaaaaaay!”
-Some knucklehead in Stowe Township shot and killed his
girlfriend today, and then tried to commit suicide. The police got to him
moments before the gas from the stove could shut his brain off. Authorities say
he went to the hospital, and will recover. Ain’t that spiffy!? After his
medical insurance-paid recovery, the taxpayers will fund his trial and several
subsequent years in prison that will likely culminate in his being put to
death. They should do it via the gas chamber just for shits and giggles.
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