Wednesday, December 20, 2006

George Clooney is out in the public eye again. Doing what? Looking sexy... dashing.... handsome... raveshing... doing some new pyscho-babble-under tone, under the surface film against the Bush administration? Growing out some more of his ever present cheese-grater stubble? No. He's out running his mouth off about Darfur. A shit hole, among shit holes, thats engulfed in a power struggle in eastern Africa. He went on to one of the morning shows [which I hate watching, but mom had it on as I was leaving], going on about how "hes been there... hes seen it... he knows we should do something about it." I laughed out loud. He walked around with a camera, the only white man in miles, and saw a refugee camp. Hes outraged. But he wouldn't go see any of the camps in and around Palestine, or Israel. No, just some shit hole in Africa. Hes running around, talking to anyone that might listen, who has either purse strings or political power, pleading how necessary it is for military action to take place to stop the suffering. I laughed again. Suddenly, a liberal is calling for military force. Suddenly, a liberal is calling for deployment into the middle of a huge shitstorm into a Muslim nation. Suddenly, a liberal wants us to return to Somalia. Because there is suffering. Maybe, and just maybe.... if he'd skip the Porsche some morning, and walk from his home high atop Mt. Olymp.... err the Hollywood Hills, and walk the streets of down town Los Angeles, hed find some suffering. He'd find a nice territorial border war going on in the streets... he'd find people living in the middle of it... and he might find a Muslim or two. But no, Africa is where we should go. Africa, dear Dr. Ross, is not where we should go. Africa, is and will be, the battleground for the third world. The same battleground that burns us for our exploitation of resources from the continent... the same grounds that harbour terrorists and extremists of genocide that put little Adolf off as amateur. The battleground, that was terrible of us to exploit for slaves. Its a place filled with people who have nothing, who fight for nothing, and a terrible desire to kill people for nothing. Africa, my dear man, is the last place we need to go. In my ideal concept, keep the wars for the petty on the largest island of poverty on the far side of the world. Yes, Africa is the mother country... mother to pain, civil unrest, and bloodshed. She will continue to be the battle ground of the third world, until there is no one left to kill. That, Mr. Clooney, is the reason why countries refuse to get involved in Darfur. This is a conflict with no end. Its a conflict that will draw out to be more unstable than Israel/Palestine, that will be fought bloodier than Iraq, and will consume more resources to sustain than the separated German states did. And for what? To challenge ourselves to the principles of democracy? To show ourselves, that we are true and steadfast to the cause of the free world? To help the less fortunate? To dispell the evil that exists in the world? What makes Darfur more attractive than any other struggle? Because they are black faces? Because they starve? Because they have never had democracy, and never shown that they wanted it? Because they have always existed in a border and culture war which outside nations have never understood. Pick your reason. As you and your liberal friends remind us so very often, this Administration fights wars for oil... show me some oil. Show me some money. Show me something, that you alledge, draws my interest and my convictions. Prove me wrong... Prove yourself right. If you can. Oh. Argue that we engaged in wars then, for our right reasons... of defending liberty and people who can not defend their own liberty with their own hands.... that argument. I ask you, what liberty ever existed in this region? Who asks us to intervene? No nation involved, wants the United States of America. They want her money. They want her guns for hire. But show me who is most deserving of "liberation" in this war you propose. I see a shit hole among shit holes. This war is the most recent war. Its unfortunate. Its terrible. Its hard on the people that live among it. But the best intervention at this point is non-intervention. Because it was the capitalist intervention and excursion into the Dark Continent, that brought about this war. They blame, like all problems in Africa, the Western powers and capitalist ventures of 400 years ago, as a key determinate of the problem. We heard this in Rwanda, Somalia, Ethiopia, Congo, Burundi before them. All of them blamed White Western nations for differing degrees of fault. If we haven't learned anything from Africa wars yet, then we should atleast realize this... stay out. In 40 years, a different dictator will come along, put the sword to some, unknown to us, ethnic group or clan... or maybe lay claim to territory neighboring his, and begin another war. Dawn a new day. But light it with the rays of yesterday. And still we don't see what it illuminated before.

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WTF.






This is what I got for Christmas... jealous... Didn't think so.



























Who the hell thinks this is a present anyone would want to receive? Oh wait. Maybe the guy that owns the company.... Thats named after him.... Only he would decided to send you a clay Christmas village lightup model of the place you have to go to everyday to hear banjo music. Thankfully, the clay version of my store doesn't play the banjo music.... but with a file, and a trip to Radio Shack, I'm sure I could make it happen.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

You know what... I really wish I'd keep up my penmanship. Really. The only time I really force myself to use good, legible longhand, is the Christmas Card season, and I hate that. Writting, by hand, really has no point anymore. And even if you come up with an occasion to do so, so many people of my age group can't write in cursive correctly, and most definitely can't read it. It's pathetic. Much like watches, we use only digital displays now. Appearantly the world moves so fast, all we can do is glance at a digital display, to spare us the precious miliseconds that we'd waste on a dial and recognition of its placement to interpret time. Sigh. Anyhow. Now that I'm done with Christmas Card season, I don't have much of an excuse to write anything. As usual, I go out, and buy a new set of pens, [God bless the Pilot pen company!], these are what I prefer , and I start out writting. Problem is, the first 4 to 5 letters look awful. To everyone that opens up their letters this year, to find something that a brain dead kitten wrote, I appologize. But it bugs me that I get that far out of practice. I remember the first year I did this, I had to look up how to write down certain letters in the alphabet. Seriously. The only time I ever use longhand anymore is to sign my name to something. I hate it. So now is the time of year, when I've gotten back into practice, but have no use. Eventually, I'll subside my rants... my cursive portion of the brain will atrophy, and I'll return to printing if I can't type something. Sigh. Eventually I'll be ok with it. I have to be. Just think, how many people actually carry a pen with them? A pen they use purely because it writes well... come on, stop lying. No one. You all carry pens, because they are cheap, free, or funny colored ink. And if you didn't have to sign a check, or a credit card slip, you probably wouldn't have them. Me? I carry a pen with me because it writes very well. Here again. I'm an idiot. I also carry a pocket watch. Sans digital output. In fact, that fucker is entirely mechanical in operation--- no batteries! How many people are like that, that you know? None. Here again, this is why I'm lonely and have no one to write to... Because there just aren't enough idiots out there like me any more. No one carries a nice watch, and no one has a freaking pen. And if they did, they dont have time to look at it, nor do they know how to write with it. Am I being too hard on people? No. Look at pants-holder-uppers. Two kinds; belts and suspenders [or braces as grandpa would call them], are really youre only choices. People use the belt. Why? Because they can't figure out how to adjust suspenders! Masterminding the process of assembling then self-attiring in suspender's exacberates the mind of modern Americans. So. We end up with the belt. A rope with holes in it. Really. Its a strip of dead animal with holes in it. Knots look tacky, so we find a way to fasten it to itself using holes. We got a rope, we got holes, we got ourselves a belt. Ta da. Thats a belt. Thats it. It doesn't require time, effort, or intellegence to operate a rope. Suspenders? Fuck!?! These have to button in first, then adjust... sometimes in 4 places, then you have to slide into them, putting them over your shoulders, and re-adjusting as needed. Too much. Give me the rope! Sigh. I also like suspenders. So the list grows. Suspenders. Pocket watch. Fountain pen. But I draw the line at the bowtie. I can't get behind that one. Only a group of men, with more seclusion than I can attain, can and do espouse the bowtie. Alas, its not for me. But I do have; suspenders, pocket watches, and fountain pens.