I changed things a bit, I like the lighter look. Less late nineties angst, more modern curvy nonsense.
I have a couple of things up my sleeve, so keep an eye, for the two or three people who pay attention.
Working without a college degree to back you up in the modern corporate world is like trying to swim with rocks in your pockets. Its hard, and you grow stronger for doing it, but eventually others will pass you, using less energy, and in frustration you let yourself get drug down, cursing the choices you made, or the options you were denied.
Wow, what a depressing first paragraph.
Anyway, heads up, fight the fight, do the work. Maybe a piece of paper is in the future.
Well I had hoped to keep this blog free from politics. I honestly tried. But anyone who knows who Mongo really is understands that was a waste of good energy.
I have to address something, and I should warn new readers and old, that I am a screaming liberal. I believe the purpose of society is to raise up all, not to ensure the profits of some.
This last Tuesday the Democratic Party failed to win a special election to replace the late, and greatly missed, Edward Kennedy. How do you lose that race? How is is possible for someone to put a big “D” next to their name and not win that seat? Arrogance is the answer most generally given. Assuming that because it was Massachusetts, assuming since it was Teddy’s seat, they didn’t have to try.
I find this answer to be partially correct. The problem however was not that the Democrats didn’t try in Massachusetts, it is that they have not tried in Congress.
The people did not vote against the candidate, they voted against the spineless do nothing leadership in the Senate, and even in the House.
This party had a 60 seat, filibuster proof majority, and could not get things done. How the fuck is that possible? During the nightmare that was the early 2000’s, the GOP held at times just a slim majority, yet they were able to fast track and shove upon the masses the wishes of their corporate overlords and subject us all to the will of their sickening evangelical delusions.
They were able to do this by holding onto their beliefs and sticking to them. Because the Democratic leadership is honestly nothing but a bunch of simpering wimps who believe that the path to victory is through constant compromise.
How many times does it take for them to get bit, before they stop reaching across the isle? The GOP makes no such mistakes, and by ramming it to the Dems, they are able to force compromise. Not ask for it.
Take the damned initiative that the people voted for you. Use the control you have and force the issue. Beat the GOP back to an actual minority party, do not offer them the hand up, as you know it will be bitten.
Attempts at centrism and bipartisanship are wasted efforts to the modern GOP. There is an ideological barrier in place in their collective mind, and it states that all Democratic Party sponsored ideas are wrong, period, end of story.
You will lose control again, if you do not have the will to use the power you have been given.
In conclusion I have a request. To the current Congressional Democratic Party Leadership. Please grow a spine, or step aside and let someone who understands the meaning of decisiveness.
So here it is again, in the darkest of winter, a mere week after the national shopping extravaganza that was once loosely tied to the birth of the christian savior, we have the birthday of the calendar. Or something, I don’t know. The New Year. Many cultures celebrate the turning of the year, marking upon the terrestrial earth the passing of the celestial earth. One more lap around the sun.
Here in the USA we celebrate the turning of the calendar with a socially accepted binge drinking session. A day and night where ordinary people, those that do not drink for the sake of it, get hammered. We’re talking fraternity house Saturday night hammered. People who would spend a normal weekend catching up on the crossword and supping tea are thrust into writhing seas of bodies, showering themselves in champagne.
It is socially acceptable on this day for you to drink yourself into a babbling fool, with urine and vomit caking your clothes.
The day of debauchery has been so ingrained into our society that the first day of the year has earned the unofficial holiday title of “national hangover day”.
You might take from this post that I have a problem with this, quite the contrary. I marvel at how a society that by the standards of the rest of the industrial western nations would be called puritanical, this day all those who can are encouraged to get so snookered that brain damage might, and most possibly will, occur.
So go get fucked up America. Wake up next to some stranger with the taste of gun metal and vomit in your mouth. For you begin each year with the vision to create the next, I say let it be blurry. Let the first impressions of the new decade be of a pounding headache and the feeling that something sticky is inside of your brain.
Has anyone ever told you to make time for something? Or have you promised yourself or other that you would make time for something? Sure, what is meant by this overused cliche’ is to simply fit something into your daily routine. However, the simple concept of “making time” bugs the crap out of me.
Time is not a material, it has no corporeal existence. Most of what we simple earth creatures consider time is really just a measurement of the moon’s orbit. Thanks to our good friend Albert, we understand that there are forces in this universe that can alter our perception of time, and even alter time itself.
Now consider what would happen if time could actually be created. If you could step into a chem lab and whip up a fresh batch of seconds, minutes, hours or even days. Time that could be contained, consumed, and poof. A new hour with no plans. Would it change time for everyone? Or could it just contain you inside a bubble of your own time, only to catch you up with the rest of the world. Imagine, a bottle of liquid time. I think it would look like mercury, because liquid mercury looks cool.
Dude, you just spilled like three hours.
So you drink this bottle of liquid time, at say 3pm. You got about your business, only everyone else seems frozen. And then the hour runs out, and the world starts back up for you at 3pm. Only the things you worked with had changed. Or, imagine that others who were drinking the liquid time at the same time were there with you until you dropped out of the bottled time space into real time.
Entire groups of people would age by years in what seemed like days. However, research to ease the pain of aging could be done in the bottled time space. Vehicles would pop in and out of traffic, causing massive accidents. Some people would never return from bottled time. One day they would buy years of the silver magic drought, and then appear the next second ancient and dying.
There you go, making time will create massive car accidents, people disappearing and reappearing as withered old crones, and the only science that would be making progress would be to keep people around for longer. Something we really don’t need.
So the next time you are asked to make time for something, or promise yourself to make time for someone, understand the consequences. Ask them if they really want all those people to die, and all those old people taking Viagra and living on social security for 100yrs.
Those assholes.
