tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76584436793139131702024-03-12T19:25:30.207-07:00Russell's WorldWhere anti-social becomes social...Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-36176199315576982592011-06-28T14:32:00.000-07:002011-06-28T14:32:15.788-07:00California Violent Video Game Retraction<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">U.S. Supreme Court puts the cabash on </span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">California Violent Game Law</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I love <span style="font-weight: normal;">Arnold Schwarzenegger. Not like a lost lover, stalker kind of licking his sliding glass door, exclaiming that I'm a cookie, in dire need of his attention to eat me kind of love here, so get your minds out of whatever nasty sauce pan of mouse shit flambe you happen to be cooking up here... christ-almighty people...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I'm talking about early 80s... I'm in my mid 20s and so full of testosterone the overflowing Mississippi looks like a pissing toddler about now... Me, my brother and any number of my buddies can't wait for the next Arnie movie to come out. Do we give a shit if it's any good? Fuck No!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">From “Conan the Barbarian” on, I was hooked. Even when he did a cameo for the “The Expendables” I was waiting in line [<i>something I don't really do anymore</i>]. But then there are jobs an individual just isn't meant to do.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now am I saying that Arnold shouldn't have gone into politics? Not exactly, but I'm sure the greatest bulk of folks in California would being telling me otherwise. Total financial collapse, joblessness at a level that rivals the Great Depression and judicial upheaval that may take a decade or more to straiten out, much less repair to a point of reform... WTF happened to my action hero? Politicians went after his ass (and his co-actor's) for their body count, now there really is a body count!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Which is what leads me into Arnold's six year fiasco which I believe was San Francisco's Bill AB 1179. Basically, what the law did was penalize anyone renting or selling a video game to a minor that the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.esrb.org"><span style="color: lime;"><b>ESRB</b></span></a> rated as M (for Mature, NOT minor...). If you do, you get hit with a $1000 fine. This tasty bit of syrupy sweet, honey dipped giraffe shit was brought before Arnold and sold to the California congress by <span style="font-weight: normal;">Tem Leland Yee, a child psychologist [<i>and apparently their senator as well</i>] who says that violent video games serve as learning tools that have a dramatic impact on children. [</span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">quote obtained from </span></i><a href="http://www.afterdawn.com/news/article.cfm/2005/10/09/schwarzenegger_signs_violent_game_restriction_bill"><span style="color: lime;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">Here</span></i></span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;">] </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Well folks, here's where the rant begins. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As of 27June2011 the U.S. Supreme Court over turned AB 1179 as now video games are considered a protected form of free speech. Now the </span><a href="http://www.afterdawn.com/news/article.cfm/2011/06/27/esa_reacts_to_supreme_court_decision_on_california_violent_game_restrictions#comment-5496852"><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">article</span></span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"> and case issue that I am basing my initial information on is primarily with “Violent” video games. So does this include “all” video games? Some could argue 'no', but then how many are going to argue that “My Little Pony” sent their kid over the edge and caused their 10 year old to cry anarchy, take up arms against the government or gun down their school?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Despite, a kid that's within the reach of 18 (the age they seem to think “M” games are to be properly purchased) can usually handle most of the garbage that's thrown on the screen anyway. Besides, the rating system on the box is not there as a sales warning anyway. It's not there to warn the retailer, it's for the PARENT!!! After 18 the little letters emboldened on the box become immaterial until you start buying this crap for YOUR kid. Hell, when I see an “E” on the box (a game for me) I usually put it back on the shelf. Respectively, morals & religious zealousness aside, denying a sale by the store solely because of the material & the age is still censorship; no matter how you say it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Example: women want to go all gooey about babies being born & they'll bring small children into a crowded room around a poor women at her most vulnerable as she's trying to bring another life into the world; get all nice and torridly graphic about getting that child (or animal) onto this earth, but won't do hot buttered skons of boot knocking, titty fucking shit about explaining how the baby got there. She'll fight tooth & fucking nail to hide everything concerning the female form and it's involvement in fornication. She'd rather connive, lie and mystify rather than explain that "man behind the curtain".</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I know that's a cruel example. Men are not even remotely better. And I realize the example is based on eons of cultural & religious mystification and conditioning. Not something that a simple flipping of a switch can cure, but that's not the basis of this rant.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Getting back... Tem Leland Yee, child psychologist, proclaimed violent video games were a learning tool for violence. Um, no. Other than the possibility of him viewing his kids playing the Atari (the same thing and age I was as a kid) and his assumptions concluded from that, there is still no conclusive evidence that what Tem is saying is even remotely true. Not even slightly.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I've even gone through the studies myself. Yup, your's truly. Yet I can hear you folks now... “Are you a Doctor?” No, I worked with them. He wasn't a soldier either, but he has come into contact with them I'll bet. “What experience do you have with the human mind that rivals his?” Good question. The exact same as you and then some. I can do research. I can ask experts and I can see the results of experiments done in the field that would turn your fucking stomachs that Tem wouldn't have even thought of looking up, much less put into his report supporting Arnie's money making law.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Here's how I know Tem is rhino charging balls off wrong. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Without excepting ANY RESPONCIBILITY WHATSOEVER--- I WON”T - - You folks can even do this at home. All of us have an ignorant assed little nephew/brother/kid next door/whatever. Get the one that's pig fucking stupid, otherwise this isn't going to prove my point. Now catch the roach eater after he's watched a Roadrunner episode on tv. Preferably one where the coyote falls off the cliff into the canyon and at the bottom becomes an accordion and walks off. You know the one, bouncing up & down; wonky-wonky... </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Remember, I don't except a bit of responsibility for your dumbass cousin (or whomever) if he's actually the 1% that actually does this --- Now in this experiment, take Franklin outside & ask him to climb up on the roof of the house and chase the Roadrunner of of it and crash to the ground like the coyote. Without having to actually do the experiment, most of you folks know the kid won't do it because they understand the concept of being hurt when they hit the ground. They KNOW what a cartoon is. Even if you try to convince them they'll turn into an accordion.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Still don't believe me? OK, about summer 1993, CBS investigative news went racing out with their assholes completely raging with a four alarm fire ready to incinerate the Mighty Morphing Power Piss Ants (actually Rangers, I called them that when my kids were younger to aggravate the shit out of them) for inciting violent behavior in children!!!!!!!!! Oh the witch hunt was on!!! The oil was boiling, the priests were assembled, water blessed, stakes and hammers at the ready.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So they set a whole gaggle of these little turd herders into a pile and let them watch a couple of the most decadent of the shows that they could find. Once the shows were over they immediately turned them loose to go play outside in the playground. Cameras rolling, producers salivating like a lioness atop a fallen gazelle’s fold the children start their dance of the defecate demon. Shit kick here, piss swish there. Dick dart to the left, ram ass to the right. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Yet, to the dismay of the production staff, where the fuck is the broken teeth? The scrapes and squalling of “Joey hit me!” and “Tommy kicked me!” What the hell happened to the hurtling bodies from the swing sets of these little bastards thinking they could fly? The broken necks from failed quadruple back flips from a stiff legged stand still? What The Fuck!!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So the producer chases the lead repoter out into the playground to get some well deserved answers from these dumbass kids. Announcer: “Hey, dumbass, why aren't you dead. You should be kicking the shit out of your friend like the Pissants do in their show. Don't you want to be a Power Pissant too?” Kid: “That's a TV show moron! We don't want to “really” get hurt! We're just playing. Now leave me alone...”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">From the mouths of babes... So what about “what's being said” in these games? Shocked they'll learn foul language? One, growing up in my house would be hypocritical so the "Fuck off is strong in this one...". Secondly, I say, “Have you been through the hallways of a high school recently?” Let me let you in on something, I went through one back in the 70s!!! So between then and last May 2011, literally ain't shit changed. Prudes need not respond.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The 50s through the 80s blamed rock music for every deviancy youth could muster in rebellion against their parents and society. When those kids got old enough and educated to disprove their accusers, the accusations turned to violence depicted in the mid 70s, unregulated, unbridled restraint being depicted in theaters to a much their more educated audience. Once that became thwarted, onto 80s music videos. Then onto the last frontier, turn of the century video games.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The research I helped uncover that never seems to make public light was this:</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Kids from the ages of approximately 10 to 16 years of age are inherently the most dangerous when <u>confronted</u> with acts of violence.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">What does this mean? Give an adult a weapon (say a pistol) and put them in a situation that calls for them to defend themselves, they will hesitate before committing an act of violence on another human being. The age group above? WON'T!!! They WILL pull the trigger without hesitation, remorse or thought. Combatants will back me up on this one, mark my words. It is a recorded fact that armed 'kids' in the combat arena are the most dangerous. Why would they act any different in an urban setting?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Adults have life's experiences behind them that govern their actions before pulling a trigger. Religious convictions, morality, compassion, guilt of consequence, even the pressure of the target being friend or foe; all being factors of hesitation before firing. The juvenile has the capacity for all these factors, just not the EXPERIENCE; thus, they resort to a simple internal command... shoot – no shoot. A video game has absolutely NO correlation to this function.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Don't believe me? Ask a ball-less, butt fucking, boy love, Taliban why they will start 'brain washing' their bombers young, or why the nut licking, dick skinning Vietcong used children as grenade bait. Not a one of those kids used a video game to teach them how to hate a man in a certain uniform or how to pull that trigger when he/she came around the corner. Some could use the excuse that they were used as weapons against our own weakness for children, but then there is that one word there... “use”... </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">If I had to put this blog to bed much quicker? Viewed violence is NEVER the same as experienced violence. To believe otherwise is simply homogenized bullshit. If you don't think so, ask a veteran. Ask a victim of a violent crime. "The devil made me do it" bullshit doesn't work anymore and the devil this time isn't video games. So stop looking in the closets and under the beds for what should have been in the mirror for what's causing America's ailments.</span></div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-11131091461634661272011-06-21T11:16:00.000-07:002011-06-21T11:16:28.500-07:00Microsoft Under EFF Suit Rant<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yeah I know, but I've got to rant... Microsoft has their butt in a sling as far as I'm concerned.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here about 20June2011, I was putzing around, leaving slanderous remarks at my favorite forums when I took notice of an article that Microsoft (M$) was being sued by the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) over a case that is pending between M$ & <span style="font-weight: normal;">Datel Holdings.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Datel Holdings is a British company that makes memory cards for all kinds of gaming consoles and the likes. Chances are you've bought one of these memory cards for yourself or your kids & didn't even know it. Here's how I know, one, they're pretty good quality. They're packaged well, they look good, fit well, perform great, taste great, have that new car smell and (HOLY SHIT) they work. Best of all, they damn near cost a third of what the manufacturer is trying to bilk you for.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">What M$ is suing Datel for is that they usurped their Digital Rights Managements (DRM) equipment, put in place to keep people from stealing their shit. Now, because Datel has the bucks to prove they have no concern or reason to steal anything software related to M$, M$ has no other recourse but to legally go after YOU (the gamer, consumer, Parent) as the one violating what's called the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA).</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In a REALLY bastardized definition, the DMCA is this, take 2 Copyrighted acts </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">drummed up by corporations </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">from 1996 & 1998 and despised by scientists, librarians and academics; then signed into law on 12Oct1998 that basically states “you can't steal “anything” remotely related to software” or your ass will be in a sling; then you can bullshit your way as saying you have an understanding of the DMCA. Otherwise, the legitimate printing of the law is located here, </span><a href="http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/toGPO/http://frwebgate.access.gpo.gov/cgi-bin/getdoc.cgi?dbname=105_cong_public_laws&docid=f:publ304.105.pdf"><span style="color: lime;"><b>LINK</b></span></a><b>.</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Having learned what M$'s intentions were that's when the EFF jumped in. Don't get excited though. They ain't all hot nutted for your best interests at all. They're all hot & ball twisted on fire about M$ turning into a monopoly. Yup. It turns out that if M$ gets done burning Datel (which won't happen) they'll go after John Q Puplic once he/she buys one of the memory cards that happens to fit the Xbox 360 (that's the device under question at the moment).</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Here's how the bullshit landslide works... Datel tells M$ to fuck themselves. M$ cowers off because they really will lose their asses in international courts due to the loss in translation and literal loss in foothold 'legally' in other countries. So what does M$ do? They wait for the product to come over here and like everything in the US, shit is legal to buy but fuck you in the ass if you go to use it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Yeah, I know, it's not 100% that way, just play along a little bit for me to get this story out.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So, you as a consumer, now own a device legally purchased that has the capabilities to apparently usurp the DRM of M$'s “intellectual property”. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">What the hell is “intellectual property”? Oh, that... that could be shit they simply thought up if they wanted it to be. You see, that's such a new and broad territory right now that “high” (take that 'any' way you'd like) thinkers have come up with that our judicial system hasn't even figured out how the fuck to regulate it. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Basically think of intellectual property as something you invented, but haven't quite got the invention into a working product yet. So to cover your ass, the DRM sees this invention as your 'intellectual property'. Even though you might not even remotely have it patented yet. This is what the old copyright laws used to do for writers, logo artists, painters and the likes. But you see, those are completely different mediums. A drawing takes ONE person to do (most of the time). A computer takes, well, a bunch of engineers to conceive. Thus, intellectual property. BUT WHOSE!?! That's why scientists and those other folks hate this damned law/act.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So, M$ can only go after one thing, YOU. You don't have any money. Not what it takes to fend off these assholes you don't and they'll win. The kicker will be that they'll probably only sue you for a modest amount, take away your Xbox and a couple grand at the most.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-weight: normal;">What the hell are you talking about Russ!?!” </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">They want the ruling of the courts on the books for the world to see!!! The article clued me in when they mentioned that the EFF's only concern was that M$ would use this onslaught of judicial action to basically change the laws and make it where they have 'complete' control; period. Meaning, they don't have to share shit! And if you come into contact with any aspect of their “intellectual property” you'll pay dearly. Literally, one way or the other.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">From a consumer standpoint. We've all seen this & anyone one of you that's read my rants before know this from my </span><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html"><span style="color: lime;"><b>Sony</b></span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"> & </span><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/apple-computers-they-simply-suck.html"><span style="color: lime;"><b>Apple</b></span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"> blogs. Proprietary manufacturers want you roped to their products and only theirs so that they can set the price and gouge you for the maximum dollar for the minimum quality they can muster for the product. It puts the most money in their pocket while hopefully putting something in your hand and keeping your mouth shut.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Obviously it didn't used to be this way. The Hippocratic oath used to be an honored tradition, ethics in law used to practiced to it's fullest extent and manufacturer actually 'wanted' to build something that wanted to last a lifetime; then the late 70s rolled around and the “fuck it, you bought it” generation rolled its eyes into existence.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Am I saying a quality item can't be had anymore? No, but you certainly can't afford it. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Take a luxury car for instance. One, the damn thing almost costs the price of a house, but if you can haggle it down to a more manageable price then there is the emasculating taxation & extras that the idiot across the desk starts belittling you over. You know, bullshit protective sprays on the seats & carpeting, dealer prep (a bullshit charge, they pull the car around & hand you the keys... that's the prep), Town & Country package (a fucking sticker), some BuFu sound system (a bullshit stock head unit with a sicker on the front of it)... You get the idea. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Then there are Federal & State taxes including this thing called a “luxury” tax that get added on. Yeah, you actually get charged for appearing to have money. Just because you don't want to feel like your driving a log wagon anymore, you have to pay additional money. Lovely world ain't it?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now I can speculate till the cows come home as to why this came about & the idiots that made it up will pontificate till the sun rises for why it's a good idea. It's mute for me to go much further as I am one voice & little power to change it. All I can say is that given the current state of affairs, our society is making it so our entire way of doing things has made it to where we have to violate our own laws in order to survive.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sound impossible? Not as improbable as you might think.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I had a small business at one time. Literally did everything by the book. Paid my taxes on time & by the tables provided by the governing bodies. My employee got paid & all taxes withheld like he was supposed to. All the deductions were tallied at the end of the the year (first year in business) & not making any money, I expected to have reported a loss, so I didn't expect to owe anything. Instead owed the damn government $4,000!!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I didn't MAKE anything! Literally. I barely broke even. I was still on unemployment from my last job, so I didn't even pull a salary from this job yet, so theoretically, I could have reported the business as losing money if I wanted to. Yet, playing by the rules, I got fucked.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In contrast: This year, General Electric, multi-billion dollar corporation, paid NOTHING in federal taxes this year. Explain that shit to me. Literally, the laws are set up in a fashion that if you beak them, you will survive, but you will have to deal with the consequences if caught. Which leaves one to wonder; what the hell are we teaching our kids and just how the hell are we to survive? Not all of us 'know' how to fuck the system. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I was raised to not fuck with the system, so being behind the curve ball it has taken me a while to learn, but I'm not a grand master at it. So 'we' have to hire professionals. Their called lawyers. Last time I attended a church or read an ethics book or was skimming a book on logic, Bullshit wasn't supposed to be doctorate study at Harvard. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Spin has now become a synonym for lying, but it has also literally morphed into another organism. Its original intent was for what a top does for a child's toy. Now it's what six figure a year con men do on the floor of congress or on the court room floors to get murderers back onto our streets to rape our wives & children. It's what is used to force both parents into multiple jobs to maintain a roof over our family's heads & two meals into our stomachs a day while elitists dogmatize over money & policies that aren't theirs.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So does all this shit mean M$ shouldn't tell the EFF to pound sand... It's their technology, they can do with it as they please. Seeing as the DRM really is theirs the EFF can't tell them shit. Frankly, if M$ want's to take a page out of the Sony playbook & charge people out the ass for their electronics; go right ahead. I don't buy their stuff. Even their operating system. At $150+, are you fucking high?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Back when the earth was cooling & it was around $40/50 sure. For shit's sake, keep things reasonable. But like all good things, the shit kid's got a taste of the sugar pie & thought they could keep riding the high... I'm simply not paying it folks. I have 5 computers in this house... even to update, kiss my ass. Economics; don't pay more than what's coming in. Not to mention, I'm not “paying” to be their beta tester either. Now with less than 2 years in after the release of 7, version 8 is on the horizon? Enough...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Look, I've mentioned it in the past & maybe someone else will see it here in passing that didn't see it in one of the last blogs & pass it on... A man much older & much wiser than I said it the best in this example...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">When times get bad, businesses always want to fire the very thing that keeps them alive thinking that it will save them money. They're fucking stupid. They still have to pay health insurance, unemployment and partial union fees for a certain amount of time dependent on how long the laborers are out of work. It really is cheaper to keep them there working. Even if it's just to shut down the lines and do nothing but clean & organize the shops.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now, everybody out in town, like the assholes that they are, scream that times are bad & nobody has any money, start raising their prices when they should be lowering them too. I guess cause they think that the richer people are the ones that have the money, they think those dicks will make up the difference. That's fine, but the problem is richer people don't eat or shop at your place and if they did... they ain't gonna use “their” money. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">That's what those bean counting assholes that fired all the laborers don't take into consideration when they start letting their fingers fly all over their calculators. So what they need to do is lower them hamburgers from $3 to $1. That way not only can the guy that never even bought a hamburger does, is he can now come in and get one, but the asshole that never bought one with his own money may actually spring for one once in his life as well too.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Coming out of that story; it's only taken, what, 4/5 years, but a few restaurants out there have figured this out & it might actually be working. Oh, it won't for long. Mark my words, their dumb asses will get greedy again & the shit will go up, but for now we can only HOPE the retail market will dislodge their heads from their asses and take notice.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As for the "Major" players in corporate Fortune 500? They're too set in their ways. Other than the possibility of a disease that killed off the dodos... then out of desperation, new blood to save the company scrambles in from the mail room, ignorant, fresh, naive ideas that truly look to make several people happy instead of just 3 suits... there could be some hope.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Otherwise... I only see Satan pouting over his portfolio here in a few more years.</span></div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-606959115896190302011-06-12T15:31:00.000-07:002011-06-12T15:54:12.066-07:00Straw Dogs - 2011 - Pre-Review<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">And he's off ladies and gentlemen...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">For this treat I'm going to tackle the remake of Sam Peckinpah's “Straw Dog's”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Having studied all of Sam's films there's a whole mixed bag of fighting cats going on here that I could comment on as to why or why not the new release will or won't work, why or not I'll agree with the production. So getting to it, let's just say I'll try to be concise & stick to the point.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">For one, Hollywood is full of wannabe production assholes that just want to make money, so the value of the remake is completely lost on them, thus to comment much further would be a loss. Only other than to say, 25+ years after Sam's death & actually having the film sporting the weight of "a Sam Peckinpah Film”, that actually carried some weight at one time. Which now apparently that the copyrights have lapsed from the original holders, this merits a remake “and” a remake of “The Killer Elite” (I'll be pre-reviewing that one too a little later); who's to say 'what' at this point in time or “who” actually earned the credit of this reprise.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Not knowing anything of the current director of the remake, I make no comment of their intentions on the story. Anything is simply unkind, unjust and simply mean. Comedians make a living at snap judgments and glossed over facts, I make mine after having been attacked.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Even though Sam's dead and I've had nothing to go on but a bunch of probably bad press and conjecture of a bunch of his equally drunken buddies, I figure what the hell, here's what I got from his films and the history of the US at that period of time.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Straw Dogs” is the story about a young, professional couple starting out their lives together in a less than tolerant township. Things are quiet enough at first, but simple confrontations of sexual harassment with the wife (originally played by Susan George) soon escalate into escapades out of control. After several attempts by the affluent husband (originally played by Dustin Hoffman) to passive-aggressively assert his authority into the community; he & his wife are attacked by several members of the young toughs of the township. No one including law enforcement is willing to help the couple which causes the once honest and passive husband to become an unholy nightmare that Satan himself couldn't conceive in order to protect he & his wife.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now as with my last pre-reviews some of you folks may think this is another romp through why I hate remakes. Not exactly. And I might also take a moment to ask that you nuzzle up to my nut sack too, but that would be unkind as well... No, what I wanted to do here & probably as a hint for the “The Killer Elite” pre-review is give some “hints and hurts” at what Hollywood's doing to remakes and how they might be killing some good movies of old.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Will “Straw Dogs” do good? With me, I'm going to have to give it a ball-less neutral. I've seen the trailer... it was done well... I was sold and will definitely see it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Pitting it against the original movie... I won't do THAT. I refuse to “pit” one against the other. As I stated in the “<a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html"><span style="color: lime;"><b>Fright Night</b></span></a>” blog each movie is made to their own order. Just like your steak. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Such is the emotion, history, ethics and mind frame in which the whole project was being conceived and produced. Sam Peckinpah's “Straw Dogs” was being done while we were smack dab in the middle of Vietnam. College aged students were titty & asshole fucking in the streets, smoking dope, questioning everything (even when there wasn't time to, despite safety issues), disobeying the law even when it was protecting them and EVERYONE on his crew had been in the military.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It wasn't “everyone's” attitude at the time, so don't get your collective panties in a bind. It was just one of many attitudes that some folks had. You'll either have to remember (or understand), the draft was still going on, most folks were still under a collective thought or 'conditioning' and what that does to your mental faculties. So our society was still trying to break free of 'thinking inside a box'. Sam & some of his guys “may” have been of a mind set that you needed to 'earn the right' to even get out of the box, much less think. It was simply the time period.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sam was also one of the first directors to depict violence in films as being a very despicable thing. Not only did he have grotesque bullet wounds depicted on his actors, but he also had their deaths slowed in a “dance macabre” to allow it to linger in the viewer's head. Basically as if to say, “This shit isn't fun and games.” Or as Tom Savini would later go on to say in his book the “Grand Illusion” that death is not glamorous & how he got tired of it being portrayed that way in Hollywood as a kid. Nothing was more true as when he got to Vietnam & served as a combat photographer (my job as well). When he got back to the US he became a make-up FX artist & did his best to do effects that depicted similar horrors as those he saw in the combat theater.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This is also to say I don't think Sam Peckinpah was trying to bring war home to the US. His generation already knew what that was & he didn't think we needed reminding. I think he saw men within society that knew more about war & violence than the men that said they were there. It's these guys that wanted to be left alone and make their way & try to regain what was left of their life & humanity before it too is gone. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">These were the stories he was interested in. So Sam tells a story using society and it's ugly motifs as the catalysts for bringing these poor guys back into their primal animal instincts and prove once again that 'yes', they indeed tried to leave the ugliness behind. To bring you up to their level; but you didn't want to rise to that occasion. So instead you not only celebrated his ability to lower himself to your level, but wailed to all the deities that won't have you for the monster you have created when he reached out to destroy you.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">A lot of Sam's movies were also of a theme that people simply “weren't going to take it any more”. Not that he was the only one doing it. Clint Eastwood left the western productions in lieu of the Dirty Harry films. Charles Bronson's “Death Wish”, “The Magnificent Seven” and a few other westerns also shared in a popular 'populace downtrodden' feel of the time. But I'm kind of hinting more toward a singular or 'couples' approach to the ostracized group. An 'evil many' against the 'righteous few'. Not a Rambo or Cobra Ki here, none of that shit, but I think you're getting the picture. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now I told you all of that to tell you all of this:</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Remakes of this type run dangerously close of turning what was almost a work of art (and yeah, get over it, back then they really were one step from being that) into being an action packed torture porn.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I like a good revenge flick, don't get me wrong. Make the bad guys bad. Just don't make the bad guys so bad that you want them gutted so fast as to REALLY want them out of your sight!!! Kind of like being so hyper balls excited, striped assed ape shit wigged about this bug floating around your head that you think it's going to bite you that you swing a ball bat wildly around the house hitting everything it lands on in hopes of killing the damn thing, JUST so you hope you get rid of the damn thing? You know, That kind of bad guy? It makes the movie impossible to sit through. Then when the hero gets hold of the bad guy & goes to torture his ass likes he deserves it you don't want to see his come-up-ance. You're like, “just kill his ass...” He's such a sick-ass, just do him in... It's bad movie karma.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">However, I'm all for bitch-karma. After several judicial sodomization trips myself I'm frankly in the mood for Hollywood to treat me to a visual massage that would best reflect my mental state of being right now. But will they do it? Like in Sam's time, is Hollywood reflecting a mind frame reminiscent of the popular consensus or are we being spoon fed again? Are we going to see lawyers actually run down the street with their testicles set on fire? I don't want to see them, hands cuffed, with their heads bowed down like a limp prick with the idea of vindication. No no, I want the judge seated at his damn desk liquored up at trial, then we see smoke, smell bacon & shit burning and 'then' realize it's his asshole burning. I want Hollywood to start delivering its audiences up true vindication again like it used to.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Will "Straw Dogs" - 2011 actually deliver?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">James Marsden will play the male lead in place of Dustin Hoffman this time as will Kate Bosworth for Susan George. Other than the original being set and filmed in England, this version will be set here in the US southern states region. Always a wonderful place to stir up contempt don't you think Hollywood? Anyway, as best as I can tell, only a slight bit of character change will be put in place. A bit of metro-sexual will be introduced to James' character, while a bit more ball-breaking “I guess I don't care for the double-standard anymore” treatment gets added to Kate's character as apposed to the tired old damsel in distress.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">From what I've already gathered, individuals who chose to take a more Rhodes Scholar approach to writing than I have (and also seem to have much more access to the film), for the meantime indicate that the rest/bulk of the film is leaning toward honoring the original in as much of it's glory as humanly possible. But then seeing as Battleplan Productions is a subsidiary of Sony Pictures Distribution, I'll allow you to draw whatever positive or negative conclusions you wish from there.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Grinding this nut further into dust, does it mean this film will be a success? Hell, I really don't know. Most films coming from an established market are always a tough sell and then to come from what was an artistic market on top of that? I consider this playing with fire. Sam Peckinpah was not a commercial director. His name was not one you put next to Spielberg or Lucas. So if I were to say remaking one of his films is blasphemous some people would initially take my words the wrong way too (like I'm a different kind of fucking weirdo).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Personally? Sure, redo the movie. Give it another name and lather it up a bit more. “Straw Dogs” and it's director are synonymous with another time and convention. One that was done behind a line I'm not exactly comfortable crossing and one that Hollywood should have been kicked in the balls repeatedly for having knowingly crossed. I mean some folks would say it's garbage to redo a Hitchcock film, but none of those movies were defining a people or society either.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">And until I/we get some interviews (some real ones, not some studio induced bullshit) with production folks and earlier works as well, we're never going to know what the motivation behind this movie is. Which begs the line, “They don't make them like they used to...”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet, I'm still very eager to see this rendition.</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-21887144313761701582011-06-07T07:49:00.000-07:002011-06-10T09:38:38.510-07:00"The Smurfs" - Pre-Review for 29July2011<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Oddly enough it seems I get a bit more traffic doing movie pre-reviews than I do on some of my rants and observations over social injustice. So between what appears to be drunken outrages of blood lust and total anarchy I suppose I could throw in a few lighthearted insights as to what I “think” is going to happen with a few of Hollywood's hopeful prospects for upcoming opening weekends in the coming months.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Up for grabs in the my cross hairs is a seminal fluid favorite for kids called “The Smurfs”. It's due out 29July2011. The date alone should be a flag alone as to what may be up with this movie. If your not accustomed to what I'm talking about take a quick look at my <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/fright-night-pre-reveiw.html"><span style="color: lime;"><b>last blog</b></span></a>, it'll give you a quick history about what summer movie date jockeying and your wallet have in common.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The movie stars <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"><span style="color: lime;">Neil Patrick Harris</span></a> as Patrick Winslow, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1724323/"> </a><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1724323/"><span style="color: lime;">Jayma Mays</span></a> as Grace Winslow and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000279/"> </a><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000279/"><span style="color: lime;">Hank Azaria</span></a> as Gargamel the looser warlock enemy of the Smurfs who is on the constant constipated hunt to make a Smurf pie out of the little blue bastards in hopes of living forever.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Riding out the rest of the cats is a cavalcade of stars doing the voice-overs for the characters of each individual Smurf. Such as Jeff Foxworthy for Handy Smurf, George Lopez for Grouchy Smurf and the hottest Katy Perry for the coveted roll of Smurfette; to name just a few. [<i>and 'no', I'm not Russell Brandt... that lucky fuck... he's young, rich & skinny. I'm old & broke down</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The Story in a Nutshell as I got it from the trailer: Apparently the fully animated realm just wasn't a good enough chasm for this group of gnomes to disappear into from the hate fest of Tipper Gore's “kill everything good & fun about animation” days of the 80s. You know, the dark ages of animation where everything stood and blinked for 30 minutes between over modulated commercials of toys & breakfast cereal of the exact same cartoon you were watching? Where NO ONE got hurt, god fucking forbid the mere mention of impending death be a subtle undertone much less an outright mention. Yeah, that part of the 80s... So, anyway, Gargamel fucks up, opens a portal into downtown Manhattan (Central Park actually) sucking his ass and a handful of Smurfs into our time & space, then the hilarious hijinks ensue!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Give me a moment while I clean the hurl out of my keyboard... fuck it... I keep spares...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Well, apparently some dumb ass kid from that generation thought that running around uttering “Smurf” as a hidden adjective or replacement for an action verb was better than the lack of intelligence for not learning his/her vocabulary lessons during grade school. Hence, idiot grew up, knew his dad had a barn out back and thought it would be a great idea for doing a comeback film for the new millennium starring these dead festering polyps.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This is going to shock the shit out of a few of you folks (the ones that have been reading my stuff), but with the proper amount of Dilaudid, a liberal (OH, so liberal) PG rating, damned as I will probably be... This movie “MIGHT”... and now “I'm” the one who's being liberal with the “might” here.. the movie “MIGHT” make something of itself.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's why I think it “MIGHT” work: As I have indicated from my other <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/fright-night-pre-reveiw.html"><span style="color: lime;"><b>pre-review</b></span></a>, I only have the trailer to go from. I'm not a Hollywood insider. I don't get the big bucks (any actually) & only but a few of you folks give two shits as to what I think, for the moment. But from the storyline alone, the movie already indicates that it has a propensity to make fun of its roots already.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">One... the little blue bastards are annoying. I mean it. They would be cute if they'd help someone and then leave it the fuck alone, but they don't. Do you really want someone's help if they are going to be annoying about it? That would be like the doctor cleaning out an abscessed boil and then telling you all about the procedure while singing the most syrupy cute children's song as he's doing it. You don't fucking need the play by play! Smurfs.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So annoying in fact are these little bastards that when they do become victims, do we really care? I didn't. Hell I was thinking up much better shit to destroy the little blue abominations than Gargamel could have done passing through "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104692/" style="color: lime;"><b>The Lawnmower Man</b></a>" years at a whack.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Two... the redundant use of the word “Smurf” as any form of exclamation. A colonoscopy and endoscopy exam without anesthesia & having it telivised is almost preferable to more than 10 minutes of this fucking “smurf the smurfing smurf head...”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">How it comes back to me... the news reports of outraged parents & teachers groups wanting to smack the shit out of their kids and the fecal producers of the original cartoon that managed to coax said children into repeatedly substituting “smurf” as though it an acceptable part of the English language. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">"Smurf", as part of the inbred, love fest, comunal colony name, fine, I'll allow it. As a smarmy little 'shoe in' like they did with “frack” for the “Battlestar Galactica” series? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sure, we all know what they were doing. It was cute. Another, “How do we say it without saying it”, tee hee giggle. Or even allow “smurf” one use, as a holiday special; for the entire season. BOOM!!! DONE!!! </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Smurfs Family Reunion Show, they use "Smurf" instead of "Fuck", the kids celebrate in a hands across the world union. Teething rings, underpants, sippy cups & hotel keys flying through the air; the damn show is a success, but no... it has to get vomotinous. Some asshole (once again) “thinks” it's cute and shit kids want to wear it out till it's no longer fun for anybody to ride. Like all shit kid drugs, the joke or game is over... but they just keep trying to ride that damned dead horse to get the same laugh or "feel good" out of the experience. It's a shitty part of life & whoever did the original cartoon couldn't let go of the fucking gag either. Dennis Leary already did a beautiful stand up routine with regards to this so there's no reason for me to redo it, but if you're not familiar I HIGHLY recommend looking that up as well.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Getting back to the movie that will be... My hopes are that the movie script calls for a REAL quick kick to the balls on Killing off of the "Smurf"-itis for this one! If they go into one of those “join us” love fest Smurf-up special, shit deals I feel an uncontrollable case of Sony Pictures entertainment imposed anorexia thrown on me. There's nothing I hate more than, “It's a shit kid heaven” ending to a movie. Happy endings are fine... “shit kid saves the world”? As Jack Nicholson said, “I'd rather stick needles in my eyes...” Although, the repeated "Smurf"-out shit most<span style="font-size: small;"> likely will kill the movie for me - that doesn't mean it's a killer for the movie. I just REALLY had to bitch about the "Smurfing" thing (& NO, I wasn't making a funny there either).<br />
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Neil Patrick Harris will do a fine job selling it as a facetious, initially unwilling aid the Smurf's plight to get back to their blue fuckvilla & other than his desire to getting back into the movie circuit, the possibly huge pay check or a combination of the both, I'm not exactly sure what the draw to this script for him was.<br />
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That also plays as discerning factor into why I feel that this movie may actually work. Hank Azaria has been a great character actor for eons, so pulling down a part like this was possibly a no brainer for him, but for Neil, there in lies the mystery. Being that his physical comedy is not his strongest selling point, it is his subtly that brings his current audiences running.<br />
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Will this movie be box office gold? Probably not. I'm not the slightest bit excited to see this movie and thank god my kids are old enough to see their own shit on their own nickel. As far as I'm concerned, Hollywierd won't see this as a semi-golden shower either (good, I got a dick joke in there), but it definitely isn't going to leave them with blue balls either (AND 2 for 2).<br />
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Hows that for short & sweet?<br />
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Well... it is for me anyway...</span><br />
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</span></div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-15820085327371276052011-06-05T14:07:00.000-07:002011-06-05T14:08:21.014-07:00Justice from Concentrate<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Just when you think the legal system had completely broken down and backed into your living room carpet... people are eating one another in the streets. The earth is a barren wasteland and gas is worth more than gold. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">OK, I'm full of shit again... But "how much" is going to be left to definition. Here's why...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">About a week to a week & half ago a fellow by the name of Joshua Kaufman got national attention here in the US by actually practicing some vigilantism. You heard it right and yeah, that's what I'm calling it, “vigilantism”, but in a good way.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now most of you folks that just want to catch the story about Mr. Kaufman's plight can Google the shit out the story or hit one of your favorite news sites and get a pretty good rundown on the five “W's” & “H” of his story. I'm just going to burn it up in about one or two paragraphs to get down to the real pissing and grinning.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Nuts & Bolts story: Joshua Kaufman basically had his apartment broken into and his laptop stolen. Luckily, Joshua had put software onto his computer that would alert him with all kinds of information with regards as to what's going on. [<i>I'm not going to give out the software vendor because of the “whore clause” in my contract... you know, pay to play</i>] In trying to keep this short, Joshua takes this information to the cops with the basic statement that this motherfucker has my property, now go collect it and throw his ass in the slammer.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Wouldn't you know it... the cops stick their collective jelly doughnuts in their pie holes and thumbs up their asses & tell Joshua to hit the bricks; they're “not” going to do their appointed jobs because of a bullshit reason called “resource restrictions “. Something along the lines that they "couldn't" comply.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It wasn't until after Joshua invoked a massive social network & news media blitzkrieg, blasting the 'thief's' image and the story of the police's incompetency all over the international media did someone finally do something. So come 31May2011 Joshua Kaufman finally got his justice, but it was only AFTER HE took the law into his own hands and demanded what was right. Thus, my little 'vigilante' comment... Remember though, I call this GOOD.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Which now leads into my nasty little bag of tricks... Once again the fine folks over here <a href="http://www.afterdawn.com/news/article.cfm/2011/06/03/man_tracks_stolen_macbook_with_anti-theft_application#comment-5482656"><b>LINK</b></a> have been "oh so good" enough to put up with my little bits & pieces of whinage for quite some time. The link above will lend itself to a bit more of the story than I was willing to go into, as well as other folks that want to know more. I'm not trying to hide anything here.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">No, what I have already hinted toward was also reflected partially in the forum that I frequent. That being the lack of justice being served out by those we appoint, hire, trust. Those folks who also demand that we sit and maintain our composure as they supposedly have our best interests in mind as they take the reigns, supposedly round up these assholes and see that punishment fit the crime. Then if that's the case, what the fuck do you call the display of justice shown Joshua (prior to his deeper involvement folks, let's not have to explain everything)?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Joshua didn't have to drop six into his revolver and call the thief out into the street to reap justice. I'm not spouting that kind of shit... but I am saying, what other acts of slightly higher criminal activity have occurred in the past and have then just been “let go” by the police or our legal system for reasons I'm about to cover here in a moment. Then you tell me... vigilante? Yeah, the “Punisher” might have had a good idea.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Absolute power corrupts absolutely”, chopped up, but not plagiarized and grandly bastardized by yours truly from a British historian who originally coined the phrase somewhere between the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. Actually it was in a letter to Bishop Mandell Creighton in 1887: "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I put all that elegance in here to what ends? So I could deflate it with this shit for what? I'm not going to start spouting 'corporate this' or 'greed that'. We've been down that road and we'll probably visit it again soon enough... It is the corruption underneath that I'm going to ride like a toilet seat that has everything to do with this blog and the proposed vigilantism theme though.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hollywood even knows the formula for criminals screwing the common man, law enforcement turning a blind eye (fill in any blank motivation you want for not investigating) and then the victim goes out to render justice under their own hands only to find that 'they' have to fight with every fiber of their being to stay ahead of the law-dogs because NOW all of the sudden there's a reason to serve justice. And they say Hollywood's fake...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What this reflection says to me is this... as a whole (large pieces here, not the complete) both law enforcement & lawyers don't give a shit about those who hire or appoint them to their respective positions (tax payers and city folks, not city elitists or appointees). </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now before the hate canon goes off or your outstretched arms, palsied with dead fingers onto the red buttons of your nuclear FUCK detonators, show me a bit of patience. Obviously this is not a blanket statement thrown on all individuals of law enforcement.<span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"> Unquestionably</span></span> , nor is everyone in the practice of law subjected to the evils of society that jades them into both victim & victimizer. And some people actually are comfortable with their standard of living, so no, not “everyone” can be bought. So re-grease your size 18 butt plug, put it back in and have a seat.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now that "that" little “disclaimer” is out of the way, I'll continue with the cussy hate campaign of angst & hurt till everyone's uterus falls out. Whether you were born with one or not. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Corporations can afford to pay and forcibly “make” law enforcement officials arrest civilians (or whomever really) on whatever charges they want for a minimum holding time so as to find additional charges to dump on that individual for whatever infringement they deem necessary. This has been grandly displayed in the RIAA/MPAA Nazi techniques shown in recent history with regards to file sharing. Why mention this? Just to give you an example of how lawyers use "their" abuse of power. We already know how police do it, thus making an explanation of that redundant.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Side-stepping slightly; when it comes to corrupt finances & splitting cunt hairs, it's actually the consumer that payed for most of the brouhaha due to the fact we support the music industry through purchases & such and then because the victims being sued can't afford legal council (which you just “know” those folks got the cream of the crop when it went to trial) our taxes have to pay for their counsel too.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So with this in mind and taking my <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/perspective-on-piracy.html" style="color: lime;"><b>lastblog</b></a> into consideration, when do the police get to make an <b>ethical</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> call on the matter. Fuck morals. Morals can't come into the picture, as morals are like politics & religion, they will always lead to emotional responses, thus bullshit fall out arguments (like the one with my brother over the </span><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/legalized-stupidity-has-been-repealed.html" style="color: lime;"><b>Stupidity Repeal</b></a><span style="font-weight: normal;">) ensue which lead to brutal emotionally driven fisticuffs reserved for the gods. Then somebody really could get killed and for what (that's why I don't allow it here)?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Anyway, just like a Hollywood script, unless it turns into a public outcry the cops won't do shit. This can work in your favor in one of two ways. Your vigilante act is civil and public enough that it literally forces the hand of law enforcement to finally do their fucking job, just like that in Joshua's case or... You push the boundaries of ethics and friendships in the exact same fashion as those who treated you unfairly (i.e., steal from the thief, sodomize the rapist, etc...). </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now it sounds like the whole thing turned into a case of vengeance and not vigilantism. Does that I mean you or I are then corrupted/corruptible? I'll have to get back to you on that one for a more definitive answer, but at first glance I might have to say “yes”. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lawyers on the other hand, with the rare exception of “oh so very few”, are all worthless. They might have had your best interests in mind back in junior college when they were taking “intro to criminal justice 101”, but if they went at it with much fervor after that, and told you they did it for the sanctity law & order... B U L L S H I T. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">There are only 2 motivating factors for a lawyer to continue flagellating themselves within the hallowed halls of law and that would be their personal ever present narcissistic “win to loss ratio” or the Money (both actually being a mutated baby of one). It really is that fucking simple folks.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Pro Bono work is only done as it keeps the politics in “good standing” in the court room. That's when it comes time for your “guiltier than steaming dog shit”client to get a reduced sentence because he dogged out another inmate for something more heinous. I don't know about you, but when I fucked up as a kid my ass got busted just as much for admitting it as it did for Watergating the damn thing. Simply put; his lawyer doesn't care that 148 hours of incriminating video and 148 thousand close-up photos of his client doing the "thumbs-up" while sodomizing 215 children from 17 states exist or not; does he get a deal or not?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What may be even more worse than a lawyer is a police officer that “thinks” they know the law and constantly quotes to you their ignorance of that fact. Don't think so? Watch “DEA” if you don't believe me. Those Type “A” motherfuckers want to go from a crack whore on Monday to busting a fucking Guatemalan cartel lord before lunch on Wednesday... and for what!!! Just What The Fuck is their motivation!?! Don't give me this “they love their job shit either”. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">There is a hidden agenda somewhere in there that we as the public aren't made aware of. Something (non sinister, none of that conspiracy shit) simply within the DEA that has these guys jacked up like they're sniffing the shit they're supposed to be confiscating; ready to lie their asses off & make deals to these assholes that will never see the court room (like, “we'll let you walk if you'll just turn over your supplier” & shit like that). [<i>just to prove my point on 'hidden agendas', in the military, if you save them $100,000, as a reward, you get 10% as an incentive to keep finding ways to keep saving them more money. Most guys don't know this. So share the knowledge!!!</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Is this rambling all disjointed and confusing? Probably. I'm probably not the only one who would like a more simple "common sense" system to just about everything. I've even been victim of the legal system, albeit low level and by its double speak language, but a victim none the less... I still want a change. But like my blog blasting <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/legalized-stupidity-has-been-repealed.html" style="color: lime;"><b>legalized stupidity</b></a> (probably didn't touch it in there either) attempted to say, people want to fuck the system. Personal responsibility... or the lack there of...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm sure I have said this before, somewhere, and probably less eloquently then I'm about to attempt here... which is going to be chopped & pressed as McNuggets as it is... so (to some - in desperate closing) here goes... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If you have to hire someone to represent you legally... because you simply can't speak “that” language... which in turns means, you can't keep tabs on the individual you hired? How the fuck do you even know you were represented, much less properly?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't claim to have the answers. Certainly not inside three pages, but within the smattering of one sentence and morals aside, a zombie apocalypse might be a good start.</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-86171414622399187332011-06-03T13:53:00.000-07:002011-06-03T13:53:32.504-07:00Perspective on Piracy<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It pisses me off to think that I feel the need to finally write a blog airing my opinion on whether to validate or vindicate piracy of music, movies, or software.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Keeping it in the confines of these three genres I'm hoping to not drop the US governments alphabet soup into my front room and cuff my fat ass while a bunch of other snot nosed elitists try their hand at psychoanalyzing my demeanor or true patriotism to god & country.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I've tapped on this subject amongst friends & co-workers before with varied levels of success, but basically gave it up due to what I call my “Religious Divide” syndrome. Basically the same situation where you get individuals so wrapped up in their 'belief' over the subject that they draw a line in the sand, lash their ass to the mizzenmast or whatever and are prepared to die with that stance. I mean they'll make shit up to prove their point, shit themselves, commit seppuku<span style="font-weight: normal;">, chew through a hyena's ass while it's the process of defecating; simply asinine acts of self deprecation in order to force your hand to walk out of the debate in order claim victory (defeatist or not).<span><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">What brought this on was a news story featured at on of my favorite sites<span style="background-color: white; color: lime;"> </span></span><b><a href="http://www.afterdawn.com/news/article.cfm/2011/05/26/record_label_visits_schools_to_combat_piracy#comment-5477488" style="background-color: white; color: lime;">LINK</a>. </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">The story basically centers around an independent record label going from school to school in England teaching kids the errors of pirating music. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now instead of pulling the media frenzy Lars Ulrich & the Senate Judiciary Committee back in April of 2000, the Record Label (BPI) visits the school kids with recording equipment and artists. Then with what I assume is a lengthy demonstration, shows the kids what work goes into producing just one song.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I doubt it's a completed product, as experience knows this takes days if not weeks sometimes, but it's great working knowledge for the kids to understand that it isn't “just” the “x” members of the band and a recording device that make up your listening pleasure. This in itself is fine. Kids throughout time have thrived & dined on the dying corpses of “don't give a shit how it got here” so the education is good for them. The message, however overtly or covertly it's being delivered, is what has the potential of twisting my nuts to the 'fight' position.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Reading deeper into the article left me (and the few commentators in the forum) with the impression that the folks of BPI want the kids to think that pirating music would leave these hard working sound guys and engineers (not necessarily NASA-like mathematicians here) without pay or compensation. Well, I'm here to say that's just an overloaded, rolling down the sides, tanker truck of shit.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It ain't called “MUSIC ART” now is it folks? To continue with the hate sentences... dumb asses, it's the fucking music “BUSINESS”. These assholes (labels) are in it for the MONEY. And I don't mean the guys that MAKE the music.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Don't get me wrong, your favorite band likes to eat too. I'm sure they like their limousines and caviar like the rest of us. OK, I'm being facetious (smart ass for those too lazy to look the word up), but you get the idea. When I worked for bands as an engineer I wasn't exactly in it for the money either. I loved the “show” too. As an “artist” (yes, I even hold a degree as an “artist”) I appreciate it when someone admires my work & have no problem just giving the shit away, just for the admiration. But I can't “EAT” admiration. Nor can I recreate the exact same drawing time and time again either. So each work is definitely one of a kind.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Assholes that sit behind a desk and place a piece of paper from one side of that desk to other... how much do you want to bet that motherfucker can do that repeatedly, time and again, exactly the same? Not to mention the fact, say yes or no to a myriad of decisions that anyone else could probably make who are in their... say, late to mid 30s. I did it all the time and still got paid shit to do it. Yet a suit got my check and credit.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So what I'm going to try and do is invalidate BPI's attempt to validate their piracy claims while validate my theory why some people download. I say download because Pirating is something I attribute to back in the 70s called 'bootlegging'. That was when folks either sat in on bar sets or closed concerts and illegally recording them, then turned around and made records of those recordings... you get the idea. Another process along those lines was different assholes, taking albums and transferring them to cheap cassettes to sell them relatively cheap on the street and completely cut everybody out of the money loop.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So for starters let's take a 70s band, fresh out of the garage and put them in the meat grinder. The record label gets a firm grip on their ass and signs them to what looks to be a premiere deal for 3 albums at “x” million. Sounds great right? Hope they had a lawyer (not really, cause he's gonna sodomize them too) cause they got fucked from “Hello boys”...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Most bands, including today, lose the rights to their songs when they sign with a recording label. This means if even ONE (1) song becomes a hit, that label will have other bands re-make that song repeatedly until other generations can't stand it anymore and kill it like so much rat poison to a cheating husband. Or they'll sell it instantly to a fucking chewing gum commercial at the drop of a hat for the residual check that goes into “their” pocket NOT the band's. Remember, they signed away the rights to their music in order to get that payday.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now that they have a contract, do you really think the band has any control over anything? Fuck NO. It's like gambling in Vegas, everything is stacked toward the house, in this case; the label. They have such a bullshit line waiting for you in regards as to when you'll get paid for your album you might as well put in for social security now. Between photographers, stagehands, lighting, packaging, delivery, stocking, taxes, makeup, models, fuck me running up hill both ways till Sunday, we didn't even get in the studio to lay down music tracks before the band is getting whine stories about not getting paid... starting to get a picture?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Want to know something? All those folks I just mentioned? They fucking got paid for their jobs. The showed up for work, clocked in, did their job, clocked out and got handed their check with a 1099 tax stub attached to it cause entertainment accounting fucks will hide every imaginable IRS tracks you can think of when it comes to finances. Remember, I have worked these scenes before.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">What about the band? They can't work for nothing forever... So long as they keep showing up to whatever the label says they need to show up to, on a day by day basis, these poor bastards get a per diem allowance. I'm guessing that's about $200 a day now. And I do mean daily. They don't pay by the week or bi-weekly. Because after some of the hoops they make you jump, frankly, you get tired of that shit and you just might think about telling them to go fuck themselves for a couple of days. Not if you want to get paid you won't.</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Is that descent money? For most times 80+ hours a week, seldom a day off, weeks on end. You tell me. It only gets worse. In the mean time, you're constantly on the move, you're being hounded by the label to already start producing your next album and there's a good chance you don't even have the tracks for the first one finished yet. Not to mention, you're also still pulling night gigs at your shit hole dive bar clubs, but at least this time you're the headliner and you get a meat tray in the green room and slightly better pay when you leave the club.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Are we in the money yet? Not on your fucking life. This kind of “in & out” (both figuratively and literally) could go on for up to 9 months before the finished album starts your tour date. That's taking into account that a combination of clubs, radio stations and word of mouth get enough airplay of your music out there to merit any kind of tour dates to get your band "out there".</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So lets say you guys 'do' get some live gigs. What have you got to offer the crowd? Most shows last around 2 hours. Do you even have 2 hours worth of shit? Remember that comment I made about the label “making” you redo a song(s) by other groups? Yeah, that's where this shit comes in folks. Where your album stuff may only cover about an hour and 15 minutes worth of shit, they'll make you shake your ass to the tune of another 30 minutes of artists they've fucked in the past to fill the gap. Don't believe me? Sign on the line... chances are it'll be fill material on your sophomore album.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">NOW you'll start to see some serious cash, because only once you hit the road does the band start to see any money. The label “CAN'T” own a live performance. They'll try to own the recording of it, but the actual performance... can't be done. So this is the only time that the band can actually clean up and make a really good living. THAT'S why you see these poor bastards on the road all the time. THAT'S why you NEED to try and go see them when you can, because you are really, truly, actually supporting the artist in the most profound way possible.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So, that album that you finally bought? Wanna take a guess at how much your 'artist' got for busting his ass and waiting up to almost 18 months for his/her part of the bargain? What's an album go for at Wally World these days? As of this writing; newest, hot, pop artist, #3 release, $17.88. Not taking into consideration THAT particular artist, we're talking about a first time band here, remember; how much do you think these guys got? </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Half? Nope. $5? Not even remotely close. Let's not even cut the hair off your nuts, let's take part of the skin off as well and say a buck an album; and you'd still be balls on WRONG! Hell, I'll just cut your sack and scare the shit right out of you now and lay it out there for you... Most new bands, unprotected, first time signed, at best make .12 cent US an album. Given inflation, they MIGHT (and this is really liberal) MIGHT make .17 cents an album. FOLKS, that's for the BAND, NOT EACH. They split that shit.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">So when you go to Wally World some two or three years later and see that album on sale for $3 in the bargain bin, ask yourself one thing; do you REALLY think Wally World is going to sell you that record and NOT have made 'some' kind of money off of it? Remember now, the label has ALREADY BEEN PAID for the records to even be in the store. Wally doesn't just return the unused portions for a full refund. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now just who the fuck didn't “get paid”?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">If the “artist” ramrodded most of all that mess to get an album out to me like what goes into putting on a concert (I worked those for a living folks & got payed well too), then giving he/she that $15 is just fine. But if all they're getting is .01% of the take? Kiss my ass!!! </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now who the fuck is stealing from the artists!?!</span></div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-70085636873371502982011-06-02T11:04:00.000-07:002011-06-02T11:04:25.198-07:00Fright Night... Pre-reveiw<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Movie predictions are a pain in the ass. So I'll try to be less smarmy and more to the point in my foretelling of the feature to come.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Fright Night” stars Colin Farrell & Anton Yelchin and is scheduled for release 19August2011.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">From what little I could glean from IMDB and a couple of the movie rental houses (if any of you folks are listening, pay up and I'll start name dropping) the movie is basically like any other 20+ year remake. Meaning, it takes its roots from the 1985 original, updates it to a more modern tempo and flare in keeping with today's mind frame.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Does this mean I'm a dust farting old curmudgeon and won't see it for some puritanical bullshit reason that falls under the hospices of “the original is...” or “the book's much better” blow hole bullshit scenario? Not at all. In fact, I am one of the few that relish in “can't wait to see” what they've done. So put that in your ass & smoke it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As for the story? If you haven't seen the original & you can stomach a bit of the 80s dynamics (probably not the best descriptor), then take a moment and rent it. It's fun, tongue in cheek and not to be taken seriously. That's what made it popular. It was a pseudo comedy. [<i>wtf? let's just say comedy...</i>] </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">A twist of gender roles moved to the girlfriend, Amy Peterson (Amanda Bearse) who is wanting to take the relationship to the next level, is sidetracked by a less than eager boyfriend, Charley Brewster (William Ragsdale) who's preoccupied with a curiously gay, Peter Vincent (Roddy McDowall) (undertone mentioned because I have a degree in cinema & photography) TV host of a vampire horror show, redundantly named... you guessed it, Fright Night.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Amy gets pissy (because a girl can deny the vag, but god love you if you deny the dick, right guys?) so she hits the bricks for a bit and Chuckles fumbles around for a while trying to figure out WTF he did wrong, all the while a new Greek Adonis, Jerry Dandrige (Chris Sarandon) (with a creepy man servant) has moved in next door. After which, mom's all hot & bothered and several of his classmates and neighborhood animals all start disappearing. OK the animals thing is probably not true. It's been a while since I've seen the movie, so I may have made that up, but the movie is a comedy so I'm trying to keep it comedic. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As you can probably guess, Jerry's the vampire eating the town. Charley decides to nut up and take on Jerry with the help of Peter, but Jerry thinks he can keep Charley at arms length by attempting to eat (take that in whatever context you deem necessary) Amy.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hows THAT for summing up a movie in one sentence!?! Take That Gene Siskel, you arrogant fuck! [<i>yeah, yeah, I know... it was in desperate danger of being a run-on sentence, but I had to just “go” for it</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hows does this play out in our almost 25 year old update? My guess is that it's going to be more visceral. The trailer already has a foreboding atmosphere not present in the original. Basically all the characters of the original are there. Although I'm sure script has been messaged with changes aplomb.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The original was rated R so I see no reason for that to change in new version. Editing techniques and the ability to improve on imposed violence should be more than enough to push the envelope of the MPAA into wanting to bleed from the eyes. In fact, I was hard pressed to see how they got the R rating in the original to begin with. The heavy makeup FX, hard nippled Amy stand in was a good attempt, but I still think they had to bribe the viewing panel for the rating as they exited the screening booth.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Getting back to the remake, Colin Farrell plays Jerry and from the looks of it, the man is in his element once again.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I've never disliked a performance he's done, just some of the movies he's been attached to. I'm not going to start rattling them off because that would be like picking out each time you wet the bed. It might have been one of your fine performances. Might not have been your bed or your room. Hell, there could be a myriad of explanations, each and every one not worth going into 'right' now. So there.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">He's not exactly a Chris Sarandon, but for this particular retelling, we're not looking for the that Bela Lugosi, tuxedo, top shelf, Audi A1, $300 manicured ass here... Is it me or does that last last sentence smack of gay? Fuck it, I have a huge cock & I'm not looking for a date with the man... this is a prerelease movie.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As I see it, that's going to be a real appeal of this movie... a plain Jane, guy next door with a night job that just so happens to be a major chick magnet. Not too far from the realm of believability and that's what makes the movie more alluring. Not to mention the fact that Colin can turn on the creep factor to 11 in less time than it takes for the electricity to move from the wall outlet to your vacuum cleaner when you turn it on. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anton Yelchin plays our unsung hero Charley. Being the effervescent old fart that I am & out of the "name every celebrity at a moments notice" game, the last movie I remember seeing Anton Yelchin in was “Terminator Salvation”. If you still don't know who I'm talking about, he's the guy that played young Kyle Reese. [<i>comment all you want I REALLY liked the movie, so fuck off</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Again, with only the damned trailer to go by, I can only speculate as to how the character is going to be perceived in the rest of the movie. Going by that alone, here's my take... unlike the original, I 'think' he just has a falling out with his girl friend. You know, the “you won't/don't talk to me” bullshit break down in communication excuses that has them at odds for a couple of days that has Charley wrapped up in his own little world and clueless. Clueless enough that he doesn't realize that folks are disappearing around him.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Also different from the original (hope, plead, wish so hard I shit myself) is that Charley mans/nuts up fast enough that he starts facing the vampire quicker for the one on one confrontations that slowly but surely escalate throughout the movie. That's my hope and dream for a fucking remake, but then Hollywierd doesn't want to make money, they want to make dumb ass shit sandwiches and think we as consumers want to take a bite. Again, don't hire/pay me the big bucks to spoon feed the crowd what they want.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I just REALLY hope they don't go with the comedic route on this film like they did with the original. It's a different time and a different age. People are just not going to go for it. Comedic elements are fine, it'll break up the heavy dick bending, bone breaking drama of the rest of the movie and will be very welcome. I, for one, won't be willing to sit through another rendition of the original despite how much titty or carnage you throw onto the screen.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now for the pissing festival...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The movie is slated for the tale end of the summer movie run. Having worked in the movie theater business I KNOW what this ends up meaning for movies and it literally is a 50/50 chance of survival. So here's a little movie history of the original movie juxtaposed to the new movie and I'll let you folks decide what the proposed fate may be.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The 1985 movie was released 02Aug1985 and damn near payed for itself that opening weekend. After an eight week run it tripled (which is quantifiable bullshit, but that's another blog) its money and 30+ years later Hollyweird thinks they can do it again. But the “key” here is that it was released early in August.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now we look at the date that this movie is going to come out. 18Aug2011. Granted, we have nothing but pure speculation to go on and shit facts that I have 5/6 years of threading film and counting tickets to know what audiences are going to pay for. The topper for this insight was due to t<span style="font-style: normal;">he theater I worked in was a 'second run', dollar movie drive-in.</span> So I knew in advance what movies had already flopped or sold before they even got to our theater.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">And what it showed was sadly, stuff that comes out this late in the game... has a better chance of flopping than a chance of breaking even; you can all but forget block buster anything. Which may mean... Foresight on the Hollyweird horizon may have such late summer shit that this movie may in fact be the better of “that” weekend crop; thus making it the only hopes of pulling down the only 'break even' movie for the last of the summer finger banging squad.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Why did I write that descriptor sentence? Well, other than possibly 6 movies of unbelievable bullshit-o-rama expenditure to make already released (2 at the moment, the other 4 before or on July 4), the recession has kicked the shit out of every one. Those six movies went into production well before the recession hit and with no choice BUT to spend the bullshit-bomb-cake-bucks. Your guess is as good as mine if they're going to break even or not. But as I have read, Hollyweird cooks the books so fucking hard you would think California is a third world nation.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">However, recession & all, Hollyweird is not one to look a gift horse head in the teeth either, so they're going to go cheep shit as well. Which means a LOT of the earlier films made back in the 80s that cost a shit ton in mechanical FX, cost a pittance now with digital.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Fright Night” is VERY safely one of those films. Other than the finale', the rest of the film costs are wrapped up in egos. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The script has passed the 25 year copyright mark, so Hollyweird scarfed that fucker up and pressed that SOB in a heartbeat, so no money spent on paying the writer's fees, script rights or other inclusive rights. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Judging from Colin Farrell's acting career since 2009, ANYTHING with a leading role must have been as alluring as a groupie to an exposed rock stars dick, so I'm assuming (yeah, yeah, I know... get it out of your system) a huge chunk of change wasn't dropped there either.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anton Yelchin, well, he's still young. Trying desperately like everybody else to make a name, get some titles under his belt and make a fucking living. Hell, can you blame him? At this point in his game... this is his first leading role... I think the studios fucked him for that reason alone and paid him about twice over scale. I.e., they (studio, production, whomever, not the artists) got off cheep.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In a nutshell... A BUNCH of the cast is both young and ENGLISH. No, for those of you who are dipshits, I don't mean English speaking, I mean literally from England.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What does that have to do with anything? Why, one other little thing (political) that Hollyweird gets pissy about & doesn't want the world to know about its greasy underbelly. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Keeping it short, both England & the US have a hissy about labor disputes. This comes into a HUGE ass raping, nuclear battle when it comes to film productions especially overseas. England basically fucks around when compared to the US when it comes to TV & film production. We keep going 24/7, England still takes time for tea and tries to remain human.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So when we take a crew over to England to make a movie we CAN'T use US stagehands to build sets or use electricians, you get the idea. But here's another kicker, you can't use US actors either. Bet you smart asses didn't know that shit did you!?! Learn something new everyday.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“You're a fucking dumb ass Russell!!! I see American actors in “pluh” all the time”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Good eye McRetard, but you still don't know why. Now I'm going to tell you why. “WORK EXCHA<span style="font-size: small;">NGE”.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is why both sides of the pond get pissed off all the time. Neither side “trade” stage hands. Camera men, photographers & some specialized artists on "rare" occasion. It's a huge pissing contest and just not worth going into at the moment. But actors, they trade them out ALL the time. So when England pisses us off with a bad deal on a production, we cast a few of their premiere stars in some REALLY shitty movies (don't act like you haven't seen one, "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood"). Not to worry, they do it to us too.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My hopes lie with the fact that they (Hollyweird) doesn't fuck up this relatively descent movie because they're still holding onto a 60+ year old fuck-fuck game. Am I hoping for Academy Nominations? Don't be a fucking moron...</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-19494348940543084442011-05-26T11:01:00.000-07:002011-05-27T08:19:54.387-07:00Apple Users are Religious Zealots, the BBC says so...<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I liked to have shit! Was this real or is this just a scientific ploy by a bunch of PC (the computer, not Politically Correct) guys from a scientific community getting a really good jab at the Mac folks? Personally, I don't think I'll be getting that much mileage out of this, but the spark of bellicose hilarity for the title alone made this worth blogging about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Apple 'fanboyism' triggers same brain reaction as religious zealousness"</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The article as I found it can be read at the following</span><a href="http://www.afterdawn.com/news/article.cfm/2011/05/22/apple_fanboyism_triggers_same_brain_reaction_as_religious_zealots?utm_medium=email&utm_source=notify-ENG&utm_campaign=news_comment"><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> LINK</b></span></span></a> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b></b> and at the time of this blog doesn't seem to be bringing the house down with much more press. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In a nutshell, the BBC is completing a documentary surrounding behavior and something called “Superbranding”. It just so happens that the Apple computer manufacturer is in the mix along with probably a half dozen other well known Fortune 500 organizations.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But what shot my fat ass off the office chair cushion was the references to the fanaticism akin to that of religious fervors recognized in revivals & other “zealot” (their words, not mine) blow outs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now I'm not talking about tears & snot flying guffaws here, but I was chortling pretty good. You see I grew up with one side of my family being REALLY religious. While the bulk of you readers may conjure up the tedium of dressing, driving, attending, mantra, vacating and the rest of the day being the jest of your religious experience, I don't think that's exactly what the BBC crew had in mind when putting this broadcast together. Having written 'that' I'll guarantee they didn't have the same experience or baseline that I did when I read this small article.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The simple comment of “glassy-eyed staff at the Apple store opening“ mentioned within the BBC documentary is so subjective alone I could shit. Everything from "it's your job", "opening day jitters" to "quick dude, smoke this” could have contributed to that... so for all intents & purposes those folks conducting the 'experiment can fuck off... What kind of quantitative study is this shit based on?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No, where I want to go with this blog is where no colonoscopy has ever tipped my brother into pissy-dom. Not that I have ever known my brother to wait in line for anything more than a movie, I will brave the beating for the artistic masterpiece I am about render before you...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For you - my 158 readers, 2011 May 17 15:00 – 2011 May 24 14:00... Pricks one and all!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I salute you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So much for family ties... HahHAHahahaHAAHAHA!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's a lightly breezed late May weekend in Sanford; a suburb of Orlando. My Brother, we'll call Bubba, (not that changing his name will necessarily protect him) is out with the kids in the family hearse (traveling at something just shy of the speed of sound) as the wife stayed home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Wife, “I'm not going out to stand in line for you to spend more money on that techno-shit so you can have yet another reason to retreat from the family.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “That's not what...”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Wife, “Don't give me any of your bullshit! You want... whatever the hell you call that thing... You take the kids with you!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My brother, knowing a hidden victory when he sees it, doesn't allow the air to escape the rest of her lungs off of “... with you!” before the son, daughter, dog, car keys wallet and personal, undocumented check book have made their way out of the house, into the minivan and down the driveway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Befuddled by the commotion, Megan (protected, for obvious reasons) emerges into the garage to witness the remains of Bubba's escape. The garage door still groaning its way up, green metal flake glinting off the bottom of the two unhinged, swinging panels... primer dust floating to the cement floor. The smell of burnt rubber & oil smoke lingering in the air. Possibly even a faint hint of dog shit and Juicy-Juice, one can't be sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A small breeze tussles Megan's hair from over her ear. For a second she thought she heard a child shriek or was it an animal. She emerged from the now fully open garage to look in the direction that Bubba was last thought to drive off. Should she fear?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba-log – Stardate: May 2000 and – Fuck it... I got to get to this new Apple Store outlet cause the Mac stiff-dick is about to come out & I just got to have it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Once again the wife seems to think this tank runs on wish piss and that the gyotdamn “E” on the dash means “Enough to get me back and forth for the rest of my life”. Fuck, fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck!!! (done to the tune of any military limerick you want)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr., “Dad...”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “yeah, son...” 65mph...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr., “da dog barfed...” 40mph!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Everything slides up into the front with Bubba... including the yacking dog...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “Get something to clean it!” 45mhp.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr., “All da stuffs up there wit you & sides I can't reach it wit my seat belt on & in muh chair...” 47mph.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Rover's eyes are bugging out and his mouth is starting to yawn like a second set of mandibles are going to appear any minute. Terry is giggling at the whole process. She's two and would probably giggle if the walls started bleeding. Which for the Bubba, the day is just starting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “FFFFffffffff antastic... OK, OK, hold on then...” 45mph turns into passing gear!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr,.”ALRIGHT!!!” 57mph! Eyes bugging, body pinned, skin rippling slightly...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Terry, “Giggle!” 68mph! Eyes bugging, similar body disposition... Shit from front bounce harmlessly off car seat like one of daddy's scifi movies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dog, “Bork!” or “York!” intermixed with a kind of wet meaty snap that comes from a larynx violently closing after trying to vomit but being thrown from one's comfort area into a fight or flight condition. I'll let you decide which as the untethered dog was in the vehicle as it reached 88mph and Captain Bubba started to see flashes of lightening encompassing the van and the greater Orlando burbs slowly flashed back & forth between highway & swamp land.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">TWANG, RATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, “Barfs gone dad...” 93mph.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do minivans have push rods? Maybe valve springs? Better take my foot out of this thing...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “That's great son, make sure that stupid dog stay's in the back till we get to the store, OK?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, “K, dad. Get back Ratscal.” 84mph...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Giggle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fifteen miles in six minutes, Bubba was ready to split atoms with the best NASA had to offer if only the masses would get the fuck out of his way of in front of the “APPLE STORE”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Like a mutated throbbing horse cock being strode down the hallway of a brood farm; you want to look away, but were freakishly fixated at it. Call it the ending to Titanic, an impending train wreck, a lit fuse... Gyotdamnit, you KNOW what's going to happen, yet there you are watching the clock tick away. The second hand slowing, literally coming to a virtual stop, but with the perfect knowledge of it's inevitable last steps to detonation, fall, collision, submersion. Bullet Time!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He pulls into, what would seem to some, a freakishly small parking lot of the store, jammed to the gills with the nameless minions of those slobbering to have hands laid upon by... “Apple”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So innocent are the young, tethered to their car seats... the others in their strollers. No escape to be had and yet ignorant of the knowledge that they are in need of that escape. Cattle to the slaughter. Or should it be called veal?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Missionaries say the same thing as well. Bubba hasn't used or said the 'words' exactly... but he can hear the “CALL”... it's on the wind... “Join Us”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the excitement Bubba almost loses control over the minivan as he scrapes the passenger side, squeezing the vehicle into the last available space reserved for “compact vehicles”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, “Ya almost got on two wheels dad! Dat was cool!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Giggle!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Don't tell your mom I did that & we'll do it again some time... Got It!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, “All Right!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Giggle!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Having a shape not exactly concussive to moving like special forces operator Bubba moves from his belted seat to opening the hatchback, getting the stroller out for Terry and letting the kids out, seeing as they couldn't get out of the other side anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Fuck it. I compacted it in there. Besides, emerald green metal flake broad stripes look pretty good on that burgundy Metro.” Bubba pursed his lips in assurance looking down the side of the van, inspecting the 'customization'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, “Dat really was cool dad! Can we do dat on duh way home! Hey, whats da matter wit da dog?” as he hops down from the back of the still hick-upping van.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Terry pokes the glazed hound in the eye as she waits to be picked up and be lowered into the stroller. Rascal's on his back staring out the back, tongue hanging out, panting like he's smoked half a carton of Pall Malls & covered in his own stomach lining. “At least he ain't pukin' any more”, Bubba thought.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “Oh, he's just excited to see all the people.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, “Why's he on his back den?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubba, “Cause he's an artist, now git your ass out of the parking lot before someone steals you and tries to sell your ass on the black market!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Giggle!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Slamming the hatch closed, Bubba's brain immediately transfixes into a new universe. Tracers of purple and green wisp from the Apple Store neon as he scoots Terry closer to curb of the side walks edge. It's 0945 do you know where your balls are?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's at this point that I'll probably get gouged out of the Christmas card list, my head stone pissed on annually (my birthday & death date) and voodoo doll desecrated in fashions left for world criminals that make Hitler, Bin Laden, Bundy (hell, throw in your favorite atrocity) look like squeezed rodents, but I feel that it's still for the betterment of you... my beloved readers. All 158 of you...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So if you enjoyed this shit - Fucking share the wealth & turn someone else on to the site!!! I'll write more!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">0955 --- The carnival barker (or Baptist minister, being in Florida WTF would be the difference) has firmly placed their dominance over the crowd and placed them into a belching white bread, cracker fever pitched frenzy that has scared all the black folks and Latino people away for at least 2 weeks of this opening date.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Four minutes earlier, Bubba tore off his Polo shirt in a palsy Hulk Hogan fit of half rage, half flatulent abound that permeated the sandwich shop next door set off the fire alarm of the candle shop of the adjacent store.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now adorned across his chest are the medals of his god (actually stickers) depicting the new Mac-stiff dick and other blessing offered from on high. His arms swaying along with those of his other followers, back and forth like saw grass on the beach. Iphones popping their lighter apps in & out of screen. Some showing the timers counting down to opening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr standing innocently next to his sister holding his Juicy-Juice box up (Bubbu ain't giving him a phone, you know what those fucking things cost?) a little Apple sticker on his forehead. Terry quietly sitting in her stroller with one of her diapers on her head (empty you assholes! Bubba's catatonic not stupid), a couple of holes tore out for eyes. She ain't saying shit for the mere fact she may be the smartest one in this whole "fuck factory" of mayhem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On one side of the lot we get some grunting of protest that the store should have been open already. The barker starts a rhythmic bouncing & chanting of some kind of song or speaking in tongues. Someone else in the crowd goes wild eyed and acts as though they "know" what is being said and starts deciphering the cryptic language.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A small handful of indiscriminate people in the crowd stiffen... their eyes roll into their skulls... A thunder clap sounds in the distance, the vibration reverberating through the crowd! Those individuals shit themselves soundly and forcefully and fall to the ground! A couple of the bystanders play "Name the Fart".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jr, "Hey dad, Dis guy smells like Ratscal.."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The barker stands suddenly and silently, closing his/her eyes(the fucker's androgynous. Like I have an idea who they are...) turning their palms to the heavens. The locks to the double doors loudly "CLUNK" to open with no one there to turn the tumblers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(In my best Jimmy Falwell) Opening day is upon us! Thank god somebody was here to cover the event too. We can always use free publicity. Who's the news crew there? Ah FUCK! It's the BBC...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Merry Christmas Bubba</span>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-55783138713398467132011-05-24T11:29:00.000-07:002011-05-24T11:36:55.417-07:00Legalized Stupidity has been repealed...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Personal responsibility... fuck me in a frilly little basket with a red bow attached.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm not exactly sure when it started, but I can certainly narrow it down to about the time when to when stupidity started to become legal in the United States in or around the mid to late 1970s.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I take you to a case that I remember back in late 1978 or early 1979. Star Wars had taken over the nation and virtually everything culturally had to have something with a science fiction flair attached to it. ABC television had a hit TV series at the time called Battlestar Galactica and although the Star Wars campaign had the toy line completely cornered, BG wasn't going to sit idly by without at least something for the Christmas drive.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In walks the literal first major 1979 new years idiot kid disaster story. Idiot Kid (<a href="http://theswca.com/textf/toydeath-certificate.jpg" style="color: cyan;"><b>Robert Jeffery Warren</b></a><span style="color: cyan;">)</span> was born in 1974 (and subsequently dead) in Atlanta, GA of December 31, 1978, a terrible week after the little bastard probable raised all kinds of hell for the Battlestar Galactica toy for Christmas.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now the <a href="http://theswca.com/textf/toydeath.html" style="color: cyan;"><b>news reports and papers</b></a> will say the kid was 4 years old, swear up & down that the kid was old enough for the toy and how the evil toy company should have made the toy safer, when in fact, the parents should have taken RESPONSIBILITY and should have simply told the child NO.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Easily sitting down with a piece of paper to figure out a calendar would show that the child was in fact BARELY 3 years of age and probably nowhere near mature enough for the toy to begin with alone had me screaming for vengeance as a 12/13 year old kid myself. Even at that age I knew enough to just watch your brat to see if they can keep shit out of their mouth or if long enough to shut up is sufficient time enough to discern if they can keep projectiles out of their fecal grinder to merit if this kind of toy is a proper gift or a fucking death warrant. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Better yet; if you crank on their little ass in an attempt to force their silence... if the child MUST stick something in their mouth to force their own silence, then the same precautions should be maintained. I.e., if you have to swat the child to silence them (if even for 2 minutes) and the child 'has' to stick "<u>SOMETHING</u>" (toy, stick, animal, their own fucking hand) in their mouth to maintain that silence... toys with removable parts of any source SHOULDN'T be given to them. This isn't higher math for fuck's sake people! And for the anti-spank, anti-hitting, anti-violent whatever crowd out there - go fuck yourselves. I've got a whole "War & Peace" worth of blogs for your ass', even your doctorates; so save up.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">YOUR NEED for the child's SILENCE is not a correct motive for giving a kid a more advanced toy... morons. To put this in any more terse language... If YOU have to come to MY ass for parenting skills... Let's just say maybe it would be better to pull the hammer back on the 45 and put the thing in the crib with the child now before things get any worse...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Plus, just cause you WANT/WISH/THINK your child to be a prodigy, doesn't make it so. Thus, a toy that says “for ages four and over” may still mean your 10 year old needs to steer clear.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm sure the myopic few readers out there that I have, that even bothered to actually get to read my blog have probably hit the ceiling, turned & reflected internally and are probably thinking I have finally “Themal & Louise”-ed into a nuclear nightmare of no return for attacking a dead child... For those few pasty caked shorts of you, “fuck off”... In another avenue of thought, it's been over 30+ years ago & about the only subject heavy enough for me to use for a better than "sledgehammer' force example. Then there is the 'not so apparent fact' that I was making ill of the parents or grandparents who put THEIR feelings ahead of the child's. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">YES, “their” feelings. "THEY" wanted to feel good when the child opened the gift and squealed with delight at the toy hidden inside the wrapper. If "THEY" had a true concern "THEY" would have read the damn box and done the simple math that I spoke of about the kids age (that the idiot nurse didn't do, or plaintiff/defense lawyers either). Then THEY would have also done the addition internalizing, weighed the proper psychological profile of the child as they knew him at the time and garnered whether the imp was actually 'fit' to have a toy like that in their possession. If so, could he be left alone with it. Sadly, hindsight has shown the world this was not to be the case. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So why bring this shit up some 30+ years later & act like I revel in rubbing the survivors noses in their loss. Hold that thought while I butter up both sides of that “fuck you” for ya...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I bring it up because I'm getting tired of the tort cases, the lawyers and most apparently the legal lottery assholes that seem to think they're going to get out of this fucked up existence by retiring for being stupid!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But I'm not talking about legitimate stupidity here. Oh hell no! I'm not talking about you bought a home that just happened to be on an ancient native American burial ground & fucking spirits come up and start eating your household pets, then leave you messages in their blood about how they want you to kill the real estate agents that sold you the house or your next... Not that shit!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm talking about Selective Stupidity... Cock suckers who write the rule books for the Mensa Society, looking like a line backer for the NFL, who slip in the sand paper isle of the hardware store, then start spinning a legal yarn about how they can no longer find their ass with both hands, or piss in the toilet bowl while seated, can't answer to their own name, but need their $4,982,653,301.61 check by tomorrow because they are piloting their new Gnutella satellite (made from old catheter plumbing) through a Gandolph black hole he discovered while figuring the mathematical discovery he garnered three days ago while pissing in the cloths hamper.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yeah, OK, fine... So I took another leap with artistic license, but am I so far off as with the story of <i><span style="font-weight: normal;">Liebeck v. McDonald's Restaurants?</span></i><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In a nutshell, old lady Liebeck, 79, takes a trip to McDonald's and grabs a cup of coffee at the drive-thru. She puts the damn thing between her legs, one thing leads to another, spills the thing and burns her cooter. As the case read she managed to get “THIRD DEGREE” burns to bush, buns and inner thighs.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ladies (if this blog even garners such a thing) & gentlemen, I most assuredly, as any deity may bare witness, I do indeed declare BULLSHIT!!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">You have to have COMBUSTION for third degree burns on skin... PERIOD!!! LITERAL FLAME!!! I was attached to the medical command of the United States military. I have seen enough of that shit to cover several life times, fucking fight with me all you want. Third degree = degradation of major proportions and the temperatures recorded by the restaurant for fucking coffee won't/don't get THAT hot.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Secondly... at what point do you take responsibility for your actions? In this case she could still drive a car, still count money, still form a coherent sentence and order the correct item for purchase AT A FUCKING McDONALD's no less. At the time this case came into existence you survived a great depression, two world wars, 3 major conflicts, what(?) 8/9 presidential elections, 2 careers, hippies... NOW all of the sudden you're too ignorant to keep scalding liquids out of your crotch? The 'fuck off' is strong in this one.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Have I made mistakes in my life, you bet your ass I have, but none of you shit heels out there have ever had to pay for them. Yet I have had to pay 'oh so dearly' for mine. So why do these fuck wits get preferential treatment?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">More oft than not in these tort cases it's the damned lawyers that make the money than the victims anyway. Justice my ass. To quote Louis Wu (for those fans of “Ring World”) TANJ.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">This even spans into our societal laws of “protect you whether you like it or not” mentality. How profound can I state “What The Fuck”!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Although grounds for another blog (or doctoral dissertation altogether) maintaining a healthy retarded baseline in our bloodline is not only damning our society it is damning our race as a whole as well (that's going to hurt).</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I can hear the executioner’s needles priming right now, readying for my demise as I write this... Look, stick the moral pill up your ass for a moment and keep it warm next to your heart. I'm not talking about chug-a-lugging the Nazi sauce and wasting all the impures here... I am saying that there is something to be desired for an individual offing himself for having wrapped his meat in tinfoil, twin pronged it and then fucking an electrical outlet. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Or let's just be hateful and throw in a pedophile. But not just an individual that has been a victim of earlier abuse. I'm talking about a raging, flaming advocate of hot squeezing vegetable oil, lathered little boy raping, micronization of the law twisting individual who uses everything imaginable to validate his existence to defile children & robbing them of their childhood kind of pedophile.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now, with that huge moral pillow safely tucked away in your ass, don't you think society and humanity as a whole just might evolve a little bit better without these assholes fucking up the batter? Not that I entirely care, but I'll leave it up to you from here. Sure, I just painted a picture of two virtually polar opposite people, one obviously a detriment to themselves alone and probably not to any one else, but are either representative really 'giving' anything 'back' to... well... anything? Equally, putting myself on the block... some of you fucks could say the same of me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I say the definer is simply Responsibility. That's what it all boils down to. I wish it were simple. Like a light switch or the damned binary code that we've come so damned dependent on for our computerized shit these days, but obviously it isn't. Yet look around at our animal companions that we so vehemently deny our lineage to (not all of us, just play along). </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">You know, the squall-age bullshit whiners that want to say, “we're not animals!!!” while beating their chests, hide behind closed doors, chugging wine coolers, beating their child wives & kids and porking untreated barnyard animals with his inbred buddies on weekends after a bender, but not too late because he has to deliver the sermon tomorrow morning. Those fucking assholes don't get to vote and are probably in need of a bit of that eradication process that I'm talking about. If nothing more, just disallow breeding privileges and fucking fade away...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The animal kingdom they squawk about has more in common with binary systems than we ever will though. You don't see Fluffy fucking over Mittens for controlling stock of the water bowl do you? And don't get some condescending idea of pushing your 'HUMAN' mentality and emotional conditioning into the cat's thought processes here either. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I'm talking Fluffy is thirsty. Mittens is laying in front of the water dish because the sun happens to be hitting the floor there. Reality states and displays that Fluffy will literally stand on Mittens, get a drink and then fuck off. Mittens probably won't even stir more than enough to see who's blocking the sun.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">No hording, blockading, contracts, mergers, insider trading, back stabbing, murder, rape... and sadly, if a kitten (or any other 'animal' for that matter) is incapable of suckling, its allowed to die in its sleep. Thus the earth has continued to rotate and perpetuate into the strong creative existence that it has. Except humanity. We're not going to burn ourselves out of existence... we're going to retard ourselves out.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Get to the point Russ...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Don't get me wrong, I'm not against materialism. I'm not for euthanizing every asshole that breaks the speed limit either. I am however in favor of slapping a monetary fine of double the amount asking price on the lawyer and plaintiff of a tort toting asshole looking for legal lottery payoff. I.e., Bob is suing the U.S. Postal service for knocking over his mail box for the tune of $100K because he can't get a hardon anymore due to the fact his impending Clearinghouse Sweepstakes entry 'might have been in the mail that week that the mail box was tore up.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Granted, Bob never stopped getting his mail, but Bob's an asshole with easy street on his horizon, so what the fuck right? Not to mention there's enough sleazebag fucking ambulance chasers out there too keep us all on our toes as it is right?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My world... Just for filing the papers for this kind of shit... Bob gets a nice little $200K bite to his nut sack & can be a greeter at Wally World till he drops. For the lawyer's part in this bullshit, seeing as he probably had his sights set higher, he/she can give birth to a much bigger calf of $400K.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The court systems... for their continued sins and allowing this bullshit in the past will take the revenues from these and 1. purchase body bags for the corpses of the Wally-droppers and pay for the morgue's over time. It's going to take a while for some of these pricks to get the idea to stop this legal-lottery shit. 2. Forcibly use the revenue to actually promote exemplary representation of pro bono cases. But that's fuel for another topic, for another time...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Thus, I propose at least ONE (1) step toward a SOCIETY taking responsibility for its actions. It doesn't seem to have a problem with forcing me to take responsibility for mine. How about you?</span></div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-63666049413975438122011-05-21T23:55:00.000-07:002011-05-25T14:01:26.945-07:00Book Review & a REALLY Short story...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I never figured myself prolifically educated enough to even bother with reviewing a book; what with all the snotty academia & smarmy elitist assholes out there that could verbiage me into the stratosphere... what possible slur of 'hunt-n-peck' tapping on a keyboard could make a passable impression on a reader to want to re-read something that made an impression on my baked head cheese?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet here I sit to make a such a boastful impression none the less. Given the title of the book I'm about to reveal, if the title the blog weren't indicator enough, I can only hope that 'some' leeway will be shown. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">That's not to say I'm cowering away from my prior education or social conditioning. I just don't live in a fucked up delusional state as a lot of other people out there do. Cowards that don't comment out of fear of written retribution, snotty assholes who feel they are beneath commenting for one entitled belief above or below my particular beliefs or actually chicken shit to think someone out in the real world would actually recognize them as having read my blog or the book I'm about to blurt out.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My folks went through their entire existence pitching a fevered bitch about my behavior and what ramifications 'my' actions would have on "their" living standards. And for what? My uncle was a hell raiser and a half when he was a kid. From the way he told the stories, he caused them a shit coffin full of pain, yet I don't ever remember hearing shit of his escapades from my grandparents, at all.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My folks would have you believe I was the biggest dope dealing, gigolo, pimp who peddled dope & hookers out of the house while my mom had the ladies over for tea and bible study with the padre, while I simultaneously maintained a preschool prostitution ring from a vacant trailer next door.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anyway, the book was Tucker Max's “Assholes Finish First”. <i>(((Edit I was a dick and accidently wrote the title wrong and wrote "LAST" instead of "FIRST here. Tucker could sue me, but I don't have any money so, fuck off)))))</i> The sophomore (which a few readers will say a title supporting a subtext) book of his New York best seller “I Hope They Sell Beer in Hell”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So here is where I am going to be different in reviewing this book than any other asshole mumbling over his hard work.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">One, He'll probably never read this review. Who the fuck am I, right?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">After reading the dick-capades of this guy, visiting the blog of a borderline conspiracy fanatic that lives in virtual anonymity is begging to be a stalker of the n'th degree right? The man wrote about it in his book for shit's sake. The difference is, like him, I'm educated, & I don't give a shit.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, I'll drop him a line & tell him I wrote him a belated review that doesn't amount to a hill of shit, but at least I took the time and that indeed a group of individuals out there in their mid 40s and older do like the idea of looking back and reminiscing of their idiot age.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Which IS the alluring quality of this book.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Two, I didn't read his first book. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So many times a second effort gets mired or trashed because a first effort gets pulled from a stone and held to a standard that no one can live up to. They expect the next effort to another epiphany. Gyotdamnit, it just doesn't work that way. What the fuck are you going to do when you see your god? Ask his/her ass to top it? Assholes...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Quick third step, for those of you new to my blog, yeah, I use profanity...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Besides, I didn't see the book as a continuation (necessarily), but as a growth step. In keeping with 'my' particular blog motif I feel he was being shape charged into keeping the butt fucking money machines at bay by writing another book & a possible movie sequel so the 'money-for-nothings' have their little hope hardons at half mast at least for a little while. All I can say there is, “Be careful Tucker. You're a smart kid, but don't let that pecker of yours get to far out front.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In this book Tucker tells of a few stories of post riches and 'their' trials and tribulations, which are a nice change from the hidden truths of the assholes that want to keep the mystery. Like there is a "unicorn existence" to living with money and not just anybody can do it. Not that Tucker is doing it, but I can live in a three bedroom house with 8 million dollars in the bank, drive a six year old truck, drink beer, say fuck like it were good on a salad and still rub shoulders with individuals that make more money in one night than I theoretically have in my account, (and here's the kicker) and these fucks wouldn't even know it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's the surprise... I barely have $100 in my account, drive a 20 year old car and I HAVE stood in a room full of the very same executives shooting the shit with no more a clue of who or what I did than a man in the moon. Therefore I cry bullshit & thus this blog exists. Yeah, I know, all 100+ readers, fuck off. Rome wasn't built in a day either. Ask Tucker, he wrote about that too.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tucker had put into several words and seminal fluid pretty much what I babble about here. I just didn't pound down that much alcohol and frankly, though I will proclaim myself to be the “dick of death”, my conquests aren't anything encroaching the Gene Simmons numbers he's implying, nor would my persona really want too. It's not a jibe Tucker, it's just a 'me' thing.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I suppose if I had to pick a fight with Tucker it would have to be with his attitude toward enticing aggression from others. Several times in his book he speaks of shenanigans where he & his group pull some rather, well, I would call them hateful pranks on people. At first I even think they're funny, but knowing myself and the maladjusted mess I still am... I just know his chapters wouldn't have come to the same conclusions had I intercepted.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Quote all the Greek philosophers you want & get Freudian with all eight 'isms' you want and jump back into your academia training pants it still doesn't change the fact, pushing people to a point of violent behavior – having them right at that verge of acting upon it, only to walk away – doesn't make you a victor. I don't care what verbiage you surround it with.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Is what I'm about to write predictable? Yup... Is it arguable... Nope... <span style="background-color: yellow;"> </span><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/russells-rules.html" style="background-color: yellow;"><b>Russell's Rules</b></a>... Sure, there's laws that say, “no, no, Mr. Russell. You can't...” But what stops Tucker from behaving like an asshole? Food for thought.<br />
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I know it's not going to change the world, but Tucker got to boff a lot of women and write about it. It's not a whine, he had to work at both items despite the candor reflected in his book. It was the road he traveled, he chose it, some will will say wisely.<br />
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The following few paragraphs bellow the dividers I've written will be considered ONE of the many chapters of Russell's, “I'll be Drinking Your Beer in Hell”...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't expect any of you to believe the story, so you may fuck off at any time during your readership, but remember this... facts is stranger than fiction.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So to close the review, the book was very entertaining. I did laugh, I did concur on several of Tucker's insights. I too share several ideas and ideals, but unlike his interludes with passive aggressive individuals... well, you too might want to read my insert.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Give his book"s" a chance. Then maybe you'll give my book a chance. If you'll believe his bullshit, then you'll be able to stomach mine. Although where his life does seem to follow a pattern and lineage, mine has no rhyme or reason whatsoever...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'd finished having sex with my long time girl friend of the last couple of years and wasn't in the mood to just render the stereotypical pull out, roll over and “I got mine... SNORE". Besides, I had a long nap earlier & the silly bitch drank most of the bar closed before we got home. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Being a 'fly-weight' and chemically imbalanced anyway, I don't drink all that much which always leaves me being the candidate for designated 'dumbass' and band leader for the Pissed Parade. Most of the time I don't bitch due to the fact I make it a habit to start collecting keys mid-way through the drinking process. This consists of snagging keys and wallets naturally; however, my procedure includes showing me the proper keys and then having the owner of said keys producing some cash for my gas which I conveniently never seem to have enough of. At the time I drove a 1974 Monte Carlo with 410 horse power & a 350 transmission with a B&M shift kit in it; a tank to say the least. You didn't want to be in a hurry and trying to drink coffee at the same time either, but then gas was only $1 a gallon then too.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Dragging this story out as well as my girls ass along, it was amazing how disproportionately the "open to closed" her mouth got in relation to her legs when introduced to alcohol. It was like the sequence in "Raiders of the Lost Ark" when Indie was trying to figure out the sand to gold ratio for the switch to take place with the idol... That was me most of the time, pretty much to just get her ass to shut-up. I wasn't even looking to get laid! Yeah ladies, go fucking figure...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">To some (most?) guys this is tolerable. I considered it to be a pain in the ass. I mean, sure if I'm adventurous that evening, she'd be compliant, but not if it's just for a romantic evening (yes, there are a few guys out there) or god forbid we were arguing (which was more often than not). So instead I get a few ancillary gruntage slamming moments, she squeals in delight and passes out before I get off the bed. Fucking Kodak after glow moment...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So I retire into the living area. There's a deck of sorts off the living room separated by a sliding glass door. Not really knowing just how much noise these cheap assed apartments make in this college town, I use my stealth skills to slide the door slowly and quietly open. How's that done? Their cheap, which means their also lighter than most double paned doors found in expensive permanent homes, so lifting the jamb on the door's left & right hand side, while using the rollers at the top of the door as a guide, will keep the door from rolling on the floor... possibly alerting the folks downstairs that you opened the back door onto your porch.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Being the last few days of the month of spring classes the weather hadn't turned to complete humid shit, so cool weather was a welcome feature to walk into. I rested my elbows against this half assed 2x4, red wood stained apparatus that was supposed to serve as a railing and looked over to see my car below. The sulphide gas charged lamp buzzed annoyingly from the opposite side of the parking lot casting a yellow haze onto everything. I allowed the jaundiced light to pierce into my brain as I continued to reflect on the last few hours which then turned into previous months of my life. I had to shake my head in amazement as to what the hell it is I wanted in life and whether I'm doing it right. Not to mention if this shit was too heavy for someone who was only 23/24 years of age at the time anyway...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My attention was drawn to a couple who seemed happy with each others attention walking under the lamp. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My concealment consists of of the deck being eight and a half feet to the ground, the parking lot is another 3 feet further. The parking lot is 30 feet in length till you hit a 4 foot strip of 'lawn' that has a sidewalk through it, then another four foot of earthen strip which then empties into five lanes of traffic. All of which runs parallel to the back of my apartment. Just outside to the left of my parking lot is a simple two lane street that empties into the aforementioned traffic area or backtracks into another neighborhood. To the right of the parking lot is a privacy fence that runs about fifteen feet covering the back of a single story brick apartment building. I didn't see the couple until they emerged from behind the fence, which leaves them exposed for approximately 20/25 feet prior to intersecting the parallel two way I spoke of. This leaves them exposed for another 75/80 feet further down the street till another apartment complex blocks the view.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Given the buzzing of the damned light and the intermittent traffic I couldn't hear anything the couple were saying, so I kept my silence and remained still so as to not disturb the love birds. All the lights in my apartment were turned out for the evening including the terrace/deck, so why bug them. I mean a shadowy figure moving around in your peripheral vision is startling. I'm an asshole, not a voyeur cock blocker looking for cheap thrills.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">However, upon closer scrutiny, what I thought “looked” like a tender embrace by the couple was actually the female holding a cloth on the male's head in an attempt to stop his bleeding from an apparent head wound. I didn't know this immediately as they had traversed several feet across my field of vision before I witnessed six drunk black males chastising the couple, who had now cleared the fence some several feet behind. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I knew they were being called names, but I didn't get involved... yet. I knew they were drunk... I saw the beer bottles. I'm not aware of any reason 'why' these individuals would be berating this couple. Did one of the couple make a racial epitaph? Did/do I care? The group made it to the two lane street and the six males had now surrounded the couple. The six individuals had then made their intentions made and as of yet, no one had made a move to help them. One of the individuals (I'll call him #1) double armed shoved the female heavily to the ground, the male of the couple had now been hit with a beer bottle and knock unconscious... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is that <i>good men</i> <i>do nothing"</i>... Edmund Burke </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Vaulting the railing, I landed on a neighbor's car hood. I combat rolled into the parking lot and within three strides I have landed both feet into #1's back. Had it not been for adrenaline & anger I would have laughed at the sound of this asshole hitting the ground. Think of a large hunting dog getting the wind knocked out it and then large wet knuckles popping under meat. This, pictured with a crazy white goon standing over two fallen individuals. One of them is your buddy. This white boy has a mean ass stare that can cut 1/4 inch steel plate and a Cheshire grin aimed right at <u>you</u>, "Come on asshole... Let's dance."</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Asshole baby, I've named Beer Bottle, decided he wanted to stick with his weapon of choice. Apparently, his training that evening had served him well, so swing like an idiot he did. Wild as malaria he swung at me and I simply allowed him. With a simple swing at me, I leaned back four inches, allowing his arm to pass by unmolested and then pushing his elbow with additional force in the same direction, avoiding the bottle but continuing his swinging momentum. What he thought was a controlled swing was now an uncontrolled wild pendulum clocking the shit out of homey #3, who thought he was going to come in & get some ethnic buck-up digs on the 'would be' downed whitey. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Beer Bottle, dumb founded by what just happened, stood for only a moment trying to ascertain WTF, giving me more than enough time to iron strike him to the base of his skull. Didn't do my knuckles the slightest bit of good, but it took his ass out of the line up for the rest of the night. Is it possible I could have killed him? Yup. Now ask me I give/gave a shit. I don't even care if he has brain damage to this day either. I still have no idea what the condition of 'his' victim is after all these years, so this fuck-ups well being is by-far 'black hole' less than paramount. So no, I have no sympathy for him or what I'm about to describe to the three remaining assholes.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Two minutes in, six have turned into 3. Two may have brain damage and one has at the very least shit his pants. #4 has stepped up to test his moxie and seen fit to grab my right shoulder and arm, just above the elbow. He's the closest to me since Beer Bottle and #3, as they were on my left. This is a bad move on #4's part, he should have made his move right before Beer Bottle made for his patented home run swing. Reason being is that he may have had the chance to hold on longer, thus prolonging his idea of having actual control over <strike>the situation</strike> me (sorry, none of them had control over the situation). Although, it is a proud moment. He's the only one that actually 'laid a hand' on me. Sadly, it was my plan.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">#5 & #6 are still standing with a bit of amazement that 'honky' is inflicting all this damage but are starting to come around and thinking about joining the fray. With both hands occupied, I look #3 in the eyes and bellow, “DO SOMETHING MOTHERFUCKER!!!”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">They train you in the military to NOT do one thing above all... DON'T hesitate. #3 did the VERY thing I wasn't willing to do. He predictably gave me that patented dumb assed look of “what” on his face. I only had to pull my arm partially free, about 6 inches was all I needed... and then promptly planted 'that' elbow firmly and most deeply into his face. Aiming primarily for his nose. Blood literally shooting everywhere.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">#5 & #6 stopped dead in their tracks as #4 grabbed his face in a muffled kind of 'yelp' or 'yarp' and then literally dropped onto his ass. Fear was now their mantra. Fight surprisingly gone even though numbers still being on their side. Drink and stupidity were certainly still there and I'm certainly not one to deny them that. Pure positioning was no longer on my side as these two were now on my weaker fighting side and the typical “have your enemies surround you” technique was no longer an option. Plus these were the cowards of the bunch. Not to mention, I'm standing in a virtual sea of bodies here.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The last of the bunch are always going to use sneak tactics and use flight techniques to gain any advantage they can to get the upper hand. These are the guys I like to toy with before hurting the most. Naturally chides of motherfucker this and motherfucker that pierce the darkness like mosquitoes on an un-inoculated newborn, not to mention these two fucks weren't just going to leave their busted up retarded friends so they HAD to go down as heros or full on ass-up elephant sodomized bitches. It was going to be one or the other.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sweating like a Taliban undergoing water-boarding, I was going to have to move fast. Being drenched like I was, was my only 'bullet proofing' if any kind of weapon came out of hiding so I had to act soon. Cooling off meant drying out and that was going on while these guys played Cracker Jack, Captain Crunch, cock sucker, Mo Fo run and it might get me put in a box too. Not to mention the fact that this guy on the ground needed a doctor.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Watching Slick & Snide, I took up my stance and glided backward toward the fallen female who was finally catching her breath, still shaken and in shock. “Are you hurt?”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Female: Nnn No..</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Slick or Snide (just cause I don't give a fuck): Motherfucker you gonna be da one huttin...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Me: Get up. Cross the street. One block over. You know the police station over there?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm helping her to her feet and guiding her the direction I want her to go, all the while never taking my stance or eye off frick and frack. And yeah, can you believe that shit? A fucking police station within a block of where this shit is going down.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Female: Yes...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Slick and Snide: We be gone fo dey get here mu fucka</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Me: Tell them to immediately call an ambulance and the morgue. Your boyfriend is hurt and there are six dead men over here...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I shoved her in the direction of the police station. Two steps I was between Frick & Frack. I know I promised Mr. Lee to not use what he taught me for evil or for misuse, but what are you going to do. I wasn't going to kill them. I'm not superman nor do I want to be, but I'll be damned if I'll put up with somebody being mistreated. In less than 5 minutes I dispensed justice that months of judicial bullshit would only roll off their backs as so much water off a duck. Then only to have it culturally dismissed as whitey's bullshit and lofted onto possibly another innocent. Horseshit! </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Maybe there's another crazy white boy out there like me. Or maybe, just maybe, we're all that way. And luckily, there is a statute of limitations on felonious assault. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-18416666869733451612011-05-09T15:01:00.000-07:002011-05-09T15:01:39.478-07:00Sony & Sodomy... Guess what they have in common?<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony has done it again folks. Not only have they bilked the public out of millions of dollars of hard earned money for proprietary technology, but now they're trying to draw fire from their security debacle onto a hacking organization by the name of “Anonymous”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Long story short, this alone sounds like an Abbott & Costello skit gone to the corporate annals into the court rooms ready for prime time C-SPAN.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony Lawyers : Your honor we believe we know who has been hacking into our impenetrable server network and stolen our... sorry, the client's sensitive financial information.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stuck-up hi brow Judge: That's good Sony assholes and who might that be...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony Lawyers : That's Anonymous your Honor...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stuck-up: Might I remind you that you're in a court of law and that in order to make good in staving off prosecution against those suing for losing those financial records you must relinquish the breaching party?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony Lawyers : Yes, of course your honor and as we have already stated, they are Anonymous.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stuck-up: So when will the court have their names?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony Lawyers : They haven't been apprehended yet your honor. The group has only just announced their involvement in breaching the server. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stuck-up: So what is the group's name?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony Lawyers : They are Anonymous your honor...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stuck-up: I swear to god, I will hold the whole gyotdamn company in contempt if I hear you say anonymous one more time!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">When in fact it seems that the root of the whole thing is a misnomer. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anonymous did indeed hack into Sony's Playstation Network servers a while back and shut them down, but it was in protest to how they were treating a boisterous hacker by the tag name of Geohot. But this had nothing to do with financial records, at all.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Not that Geohot is even remotely special, but apparently he is an outspoken individual like every other fuck-wit teenager of this generation that stands on the shoulders of every other thinker and worker before him. He borrows the work left over or disposed of from a project that did or didn't work in the world of software and then lends it into another in hopes of it working to the ends of another project.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Unlike Thomas, Fucked-up Asshole, rip you the fuck-off Edison did for years and made riches at it, Geohot didn't hurt anyone. He simply figured out a way to make the PS3 game console use different software, make it play burnt software and a couple of other things & where other guys that are a FUCK load smarter than him ran off with it and made the PS3 do infinitely more. This pissed Sony off so they started suing him.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like every gyotdamn teenager, generation fuck-up of the 'now', he doesn't know how to shut up when the going is "going is getting good" and things started to heat up. Sony (as always) believes they own the human race, in contrast, Geohot thinks Sony owes him... fuck, I don't have a clue what the hell this ignorant kid is thinking & I have a pretty good idea unless he has his prick in his hand, he hasn't an immediate clue what he's thinking either. Like every other spoon fed, hollow, egg shell ego of the last couple generations, these assholes think they're bullet proof and their ideas, although virtually 85% built from another's toil, is claimed as their own (refer back to Thomas Edison).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">History lesson swinging along, hackers and sympathizers alike rallied behind this fuck-wit (for what I will admit is a valid reason) in the form of donations for legal fees and email/forum support. Not what I would call the sit-ins and protests seen on college campus' of the 60's & 70's during the Vietnam era, but every generation needs their own Woodstock I suppose.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Then along came this group “Anonymous”... at the time of this blog about 3 to 4 weeks ago, they had proclaimed globally and to Sony that they were going to breach their server network and for “the” very reason of violating Geohot's civil rights and those echoed onto the rest of their customers as well.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Geohot's sin to society and Sony is apparently having found a software solution to allow the Playstation version 3 game console to accept older programming so that it will allow not only homemade games, but also be able to play games that 'you' (the consumer) are allowed to back-up (in the USA anyway)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Without getting/going into the whole debate over what “<u>COULD</u>” be done with copy-written material, but it's Sony and Apple's (and any other corporate asshole software or fucking “intellectual property” conglomerate) throwing an insanity shit storm, rattlesnake saber chase and legal tort fiasco against the world over “WHAT COULD BE”. So I don't want to hear shit about piracy, the probability of selling or ANY of the downloading possibilities.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">However, you have absolutely got to be shitting me when you tell me that Corporate America now gets to sue and prosecute individuals (and one other apparently) over “potential” illegal implications. The fucking “Minority Report” is out and we're all about to serve life sentences for our crimes folks. Be on the look out folks, Sony or Steve Jobs is about to serve a summons on your ass.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If you didn't pay attention to the title of this article you might want to now... so, do you now know what Sony and sodomy seem to have in common? With a little 'letter' play it seems to me “MY MONEY” is one glaring acronym for sure. The other reference is a plain abuse implying ass rape of the highest order.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I've already attacked Sony & Steve for other reasons <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html"><b>LINK</b></a>, so I won't waste any more on that. Where I'm going with this is Sony's current childish attempt at damage control.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like BP, Sony took the low road to security and safety controls & got bit in the ass. True to their word Anonymous did indeed breach the Playstation Network and take down the game servers, much to their dismay & realization (hopefully) that this display of aggression actually fell onto the consumers/gamers instead of the CEOs or controlling “bean counters”. Obviously, I've bitched about these guys hitting the wrong people in the past.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But as recent events would have it, Sony's lawyers (and money) made sure that they 'said' the right thing & publicly called Anonymous out as being the 'possible' thieves to the 100K client information stamps. Cute Sony, real fucking cute.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Not only has Sony repeatedly lied about security problems with the PSN gaming servers alone, but I have reason to believe that there has been a problem with Sony's “entire” security system governing their internet access and consumer base. I base this simply on my original <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html"><b>Sony</b></a> blog analysis, <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/banks-are-out-to-sodomize-your-kids.html"><b>Bank Sodomy</b></a>, and the whole 80s generation social economical mutation (based on the “fuck it, you bought it” mentality), not to mention Sony's relentless adherence to their business model since sales caught in in the US in the early 60's. So instead of taking their system off-line, spending the money you take in and repairing the damn thing like you're supposed to; they continue to maintain course, holding on by a thread and hope that nothing happens. Just like everything else, the levies in New Orleans, the safety cap on the oil rig off the coast of Florida and now the damned Sony servers, the damned thing fails...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">And JUST like Watergate, instead of admitting fault, digging in their heals, throwing down a shit load of cash and fixing the problem ASAFP: No, instead they pissed and bitched, “SPIN” (AKA lying their ass off), drew the fire of blame onto the wrong group, lied that there was a problem at all (how do we know there isn't a stupid conspiracy surrounding lost accounts done INTERNALLY...?). </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"> So saying that, I would like to make this outlandish statement...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I think "Sony" is the one that has actually violated the client security. I say someone in their own company has actually stolen their own client information and has made off with it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I know, I've gone against my own ethics and possibly fallen backward into a pile in my own shit called conspiracy. But is it so outlandish that Sony would use its own resources (money, power and influence) to throw the FBI off for a few days so they could do their own internal investigation and attempt to solve, prosecute and implement their own solution before the public as a whole can invoke their own class action suit. Greed money has bought bigger fandango messes in the past, why would this be any different?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">At the moment Sony thinks they can buy off their consumer base by offering a free ID blocking service, but I haven't (as of this posting) yet seen the proper link or a proper email link to get the service due me (cause I am also one of those customers email alerted that my account was stolen).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I just consider myself a bit smarter than the average bear in that I don't give out all my information on the game servers or any other “FREE” anything. Including those 'scan' cards for grocery cards, gas, weasel food, you name it. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's be honest. You don't need to know where I live, my phone number, what hand I wipe my ass with and the same goes for me with regards to information about <u>you</u>. So what the FUCK makes you think Sony, Steve Jobs, Microsoft, Shell or any other Fortune 500 organization needs to know shit about me?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'll tell you what... They can have all the information about me when they come over to my house and bring me full disclosure about themselves and their company activities as well. We'll do lunch.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In closing... Sony... You can't control me, so stop trying. Dumb asses. Fix your shit and produce what the masses want; otherwise get out of the business. Same goes for you Steve. I'm not your bitch. Fucking whiner.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anarchists... Assholes! Pick the correct targets for your wrath, you fucking idiots! If you're going to be the next Robin Hood ACT like you actually got an education! You fucking idiots! I feel bad for these poor rebels over in Libya trying to throw Moammar Gadhafi out of power. They have the fighting spirit, but they don't realize that fighting your ass into a capital city doesn't mean shit if you don't have a plan for keeping it. Like a wise man told me, “Think of what you're going to say before you say it.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You idiots want to make your own decisions, great. Go for it. Just remember a few things first. In a complete anarchist environment; does your dumb ass know how to make bread, smelt lead & make gun powder for bullets, know how to remove an appendix and could you kill another before they kill you because this is also one to two steps shy of an atmosphere of what you seem to think might be so cool.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Make your attack on the individuals who are "THE" root of the problem. I understand you may have to get rid of a couple of foot soldiers, but make gyotdamn sure you're still aimed at the prize. But if you're not sure... Damnit!!! Don't Do IT!!!</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-6114445868651594392011-05-05T15:06:00.000-07:002011-05-05T15:06:09.424-07:00Bear market... Well Bare This!!!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I have to hand it to “SOME” retail and restaurant businesses, they're starting to get the idea...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This “idea” I'm about to blather about revolves around the concept of “stack it high & watch it fly” kind of mentality to sales in the US.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some will want to credit Sam Walton of Walmart fame with this particular quote and business practice, but I can't exactly confirm that, but the old bird did have a point. Like any other genius, its simplicity was its brilliance which is why Wall Street and all the other Greed fucks will never reach the god-like status they always seem to coincide with what that think they deserve.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Somewhat simple example; Wall Street wants to sell cigarette lighters that cost .10 cents to make at $1.50. They call this selling the lighters “what the market will bear”. They have been doing this shit since the 80's when the whole “fuck you, you bought it, you deal with it” and the “this is cheap shit” era came into existence.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now bitch about Walmart all you want, but what Sam tried to do back when he still had control was buy all the damn lighters he could, as cheaply as fucking possible so that folks who couldn't even afford the damn things at $1.50 could buy them at .85 cents. Not only did this get folks to at least buy one, it got folks that could only afford one to actually pony up and buy 2, so when the Wall Street fucks tried another stupid stunt, Joe America might be able to weather out the storm with their surplus lighter. Or, Sam would have enough of the cheap lighters sitting in a warehouse that he could continue selling to folks so that they wouldn't be taken to the cleaners.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I really don't think “Sam” was never an evil guy, it's what they have done in his name after his death that has tarnished his good name.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Back to the sodomizing of America...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So here we are 35+ years later, Wall Street has fleeced your ass over that same $1.50 cheap assed lighter, but now they (Wall-nuts, capitalism Greed mud-fuckers) have learned that it is going to cost $1.45 to MAKE the damn thing. But now they have fucked themselves!!! The market will no longer bear much over $1.50 for a disposable lighter, i.e., people aren't going to pay that much any more. Speaking for myself, I don't smoke, so I'm not in the market every other month for a lighter to determine a competitive price, but I can definitely tell you that when I feel the old pyromania creeping up my asshole I certainly don't race down to the minute mart with the intentions of spending more than a few coins from the floor boards for a damned lighter. I'm sure there will be more than a few affirmations with me on this one.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">With this in mind let me throw a new sales pitch from a local car lot on you from my area on you.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now I grew up with advertising being the 'bread and butter' in the house hold. If I were a younger lad I would most certainly have my feet held to the flames and scolded for spilling bile in public against the very thing that has fed, clothed and sheltered my ungrateful ass. Truth be known, had it not been for my attention to the art of bullshit, sorry, advertising, I wouldn't have made through a few rough years myself.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Look, everyone has had to “advertise” themselves. Putting it in perspective, that's what your resume is for. But I'm talking about current affairs and equivalent of snake oil in today's society. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I was supposed to be commenting about this car dealer in my immediate local...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now the sales slogan this shit head is using has been tried (or originated) in the past by the now defunct Saturn division. It is basically a technique by which they price their cars just low enough where they “look” cheaper than those advertised by everyone else; “just walking onto the lot”. I.e., you walk up to the new car on the lot, look at the sticker thinking your going to explosively shit yourself, but come to find out it is 'relatively' cheaper than what you have been seeing at other dealers.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What they then do is 'tell' you is that this price is as cheap as they can go because 'they' (the dealer themselves) had done all the shopping and under cut the whole mess and gave you the customer the best deal. And because they went and did all this work, you don't get to haggle over the price, you get to pay that price there on the window. Thank you for shopping. Now either pay up or go away.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This “PRICING” is conveniently called “market based pricing”. I believe the proper, although probably socially unacceptable, slogan should be “market based fucking”...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Putting things into further perspective... Different situation; I was working with this asshole fixing computers. I wasn't doing it for my betterment. I did it for, stuff. It sure as hell wasn't for money because this asshole literally fucked me out of what could have been a descent cash flow. And no, not from a source of personal greed either. It was HIS fucking greed that killed it, as I will now explain. Pack your ass with steel wool you new capitalist loving fucks...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So ass love owns this pawn shop in a college town. The recession hits and like everyone, shit is getting tough. Without getting into another history lesson, pawn shops get a bad rap for several reasons, when they really shouldn't. It's the owners or individuals within that give the establishment their reputation. Nuff said.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anyway, in order for a shop to be successful, electronics that come in and set, obviously produce a problem that the seller 'didn't' tell us about. Customers that come in can't get it through their thick fucking skulls, “you're buying a USED item!!!” Fucking Moron!!! It's not factory fresh. Asshole hired me to get it completely operational, or simply as close as I can get the thing & then it gets priced accordingly so that he can recoup his investment. Thus, business.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Well, we also did computer repairs and other electronic repairs as well on the side that required no out of pocket expense from him. That put money in his shop to continue the cash flow. But there was a HUGE problem with his pricing options. I had a conscious and he didn't.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">There were times I couldn't/wouldn't want to warranty a repair and he would undermine me & then hold my feet to the repair which cost $$$ each time I opened the device & executed the repair, but he didn't pay for the parts or labor. Not to mention, I can't afford “out of pocket” for some of these repair items. Quick example: $300 for a projector lamp for a DLP television. Even though it's customary for the client to cough up half first, I have to get the other half. Not the pawn shop, but he'll definitely sell the TV to recoup the repair parts and my time, but I didn't get shit until after that time. WTF!!!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This didn't happen all the time mind you, but often enough. But the biggest complaint was pricing of services that killed the whole deal; both his cash flow & mine, i.e. his Greed... To put it into a better frame of reference: Best Buy will charge you $320 to reload your operating system onto your computer due to a complete system failure or viral pollution or Geek Squad bullshit-a-thon. Similar costs are charged from other chain stores I'm sure. Other area computer shops and re-sale shops want to charge in the neighborhood of $200+ for a similar process and will probably have older operating systems and be more receptive to folks that don't want the “latest and greatest” yet, as the chain stores will brow beat the shit out of you to upgrade or simply turn you away period.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Seeing as we were a pawn shop and not known for doing/associated with electronic anything, commanding a higher price would be a damned foolish idea. Not in Asshole's mind. He constantly reminded me that he was going to price things under the hospices of “What the Market Would Bear”. And yet that's exactly what killed my little gig with the pawn shop.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My grandfather, god love him, said it best. “If a rich man is the only one that can afford a hamburger, then no one is going to buy one. Cause the rich man won't find an idiot to buy one for him. Make the hamburger affordable so even the poorest man can at least buy one, then even the richest asshole will buy one.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What Asshole couldn't/wouldn't get through his thick skull was, sure, 1 person would come to “ME” to get his computer worked on for $100 and get it up and working 'like' new, but the poor bastard was only going to pay that much on an old computer one (1, uno, hana, mahz) time! There is NEVER going to be repeat business. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">People get pissed, especially if the repair took, but not REALLY good. Say it was a descent repair, but what is the customer is an idiot. Say I removed a virus and got rid of Limewire (the avenue that put the virus on there in the first place) with instructions to not do it again, otherwise I can't warranty the work. At $100, I may be scoffed as half an idiot and the client may do whatever the fuck they want again with the exact same results and then never return for another repair. I lose business, Asshole loses the business.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">When at the beginning, I told Asshole to charge $50, we split the money (seeing as he isn't doing a damn thing to earn his keep anyway) thus procuring a better than 75% chance of return business even if the repair goes bad in a short time. Hell, I would bring a repair back for a second try for a total of $100 as apposed to $100 each time, that's simple fucking math in anybody's book. Well, except for Asshole's.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My whole point to this particular blog being that debt doesn't “MAKE” anything. Whoever thought that one up needs to run through a gauntlet of eighth graders with his nuts bared and the kids armed with ping pong paddles. The offender then pulled slowly through the ranks as the kids swing like wild horizontal wind mills at his testicles. Fucking moron, debt is less than nothing. You fucking football bat, there is NOTHING to be had and yet act like you're an innocent victim in the demise of our economy that YOU helped cause?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Ideologicals will scream socialist, but I bellow ethics and common sense in saying that only one of two things will cure the fucked up mess that the good ol US of A is in and neither are going to be popular. So here goes...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My particular favorite that covers all social, political, economical and religious fanatics is the crowd pleasing zombie apocalypse. You can't exactly run from it or hide from it. At one point or another you will have to confront it with all your baggage. I mean ALL your baggage!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The other solution is to take America’s wealthy and force them to pony up and pay into the slush fund that forces the corrupt system back into a 'flush' state. Obviously this opens Pandora’s box into a worm fervor and a mess that not only causes the Catholic's to explode, but organized crime, the wealthy, the corrupt wealthy, the borderline wealthy, the idiots who think they are wealthy, business owners who think they are wealthy, anybody active with the tea-bag party, right-wing activist assholes, Greed capitalists, upper corporate echelon, pig fucking assholes from the oil producing companies that have butt fucking the world public in general for the last 40 years, everyone involved in the tobacco industry, drug czars, politicians and probably a shit load of other individuals I haven't the slightest clue about to shit a woolly worm & start their own hate letter campaign. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You all get to take them bazillions in cash you've been corn holing the public out of and put back into the system that you have fucked and get it back to flush. Or at least something that looks flush anyway; then you can get a real job and earn a “REALISTIC” paycheck like the rest of the world. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You know, I've made some decisions that million dollar plus projects were hinged on and never got paid bullshit bonus checks for my involvement .[<i>and don't give me any bullshit about how I should have 'held out for my take' , fuck you very much...</i>] I have a VERY educated and technical background. I'm also quite rehearsed in history and theoretical studies, so I dismiss your diatribe on any other insight to actions unseen by the general public as otherwise pretentious bullshit.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">For those continuing to bitch that this is still Nazi propaganda and incites radical anti American actions I conclude with this... Hey FUCKHEADS!!! The poor bastards paying taxes like they should!!! The ones still paying bloated prices for shit they still need to get by in this fucked up society YOUR capitalism is creating!!! YEAH!!! Those people are the ones that payed $150 billion to YOUR fucking capitalist fuck ups and with NO fucking information as to where the money went to. Not one fucking word.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So Capitalist, right-wing tit mouse, why don't you write a check for grand and over night to me. It's none of your fucking business what it's for & don't bother asking when I'll get it back to you either. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"> This is EXACTLY how your corporations of today do business. Now, capitalist love-plug, you want to tell me which of the fucking ivy league schools has Ass Rape of the American Tax Payer 656 on the graduate itinerary? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I didn't fucking think so... </div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-30730453111650231342011-05-02T13:30:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:30:15.759-07:00Osama Bin Laden bites the big one!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">OK, other than pissing off the rest of the world, who else in the global theater DIDN'T know Osama Bin Laden was sittin his pretty, closet loathing, dressed like a school girl, little faggity ass was in Pakistan? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anybody?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Come on, there has got to be a few takers out there!?! Being a complete and utter, self proclaimed chowder fucking moron on politics myself I have no idea what Pakistan has hanging over the US' head that would keep us from going in and at least looking for the 6' 4” flaming pedophile and his henchmen. I mean do they have Photo-shopped pix of the last 6 presidents fucking goats or something? Not that Pakistan isn't throwing the worlds largest demonstrative shit fit right now, but they sure aren't "eat the fuck up" about Bin-bin being lit up like a Christmas tree either.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Personally I would like to know what Bin-bin did to piss the Paki's off to let our boys in to piss on the Play-goat mansion. Yeah, their bitching about "not trusting them enough" to let them in on the game plan, but...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">First off, my hat goes off to the movers & shakers who pulled the mission off. I give fuck all to the people reporting the news. This coming from an education with the boys I hung out with (several years ago)... Let's just say the operation would have had to have taken two teams on the US front, one land based, one sea based and I can almost guarantee there was help from our brothers on the SAS front as well. The land boys KNOW their helicopters. The sea boys KNOW their extractions. SAS just plain KNOW.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If I knew you & saw you at the pub, there would be a round on me, but seeing as these things never get notarized... just know I salute you.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now for the English-ish FUCK that came on opposite Wolf Blitzer late on CNN to report. First, Journalism 101 - just report on the information that you acquired and get your ass off the air you pompous FUCK! Your little commentary within your report by stating that “US” forces went in and “assassinated” Bin Laden is a load of horse shit and YOUR politics is a butt-plug for you & your boyfriend only. As stated above, it was a collaboration. Your pussy ass was obviously NEVER in the military, so you don't know shit about an established perimeter or mega paranoid terrorist fucks. I'll finish your lesson in a minute...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Wolf, you long winded, arrogant, love to listen to your own voice, past your prime, twisted meat, need to retire, Margaritaville moronic FUCK... of all the times you NEED to twist somebodies balls off WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT THEN!!! This little cock sucker sits there and called your brethren assassins and you skim over it like you're going to blow him after the show. What's the matter with you? Was it past your bedtime or something? Damnit! Your a professional or were supposed to be!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now For “'<u>MY</u>'” take on the mission... I 'think' the guys had a LOT of shit to do, NO time to do it in, little or no help from the locals in the area and a less than 20% of getting the motherfucker out alive anyway. BUT despite Nick “the DICK”, Mr. Assassin of the Ass, fuck-ball late night CNN might think, these guys went in with the attitude of bringing his MAMBLA lusting ass out alive. Don't think for an instant that we as a society didn't want to parade his ass around on a media public forum for the fucking crimes he has committed. Fuck Mr. Nick Prick. Assassination... in your mouth you ideological piss ant.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">And don't give me this shit about our Spec Ops not having the discipline either. Just because I can verbally beat the shit out Nicky-boo-boo here doesn't mean I would lay a finger on him. Dogs of war & combat are in a constant fluid state. Nothing is 100%. It IS NOT under control. Only portions of the situation are under control & you are only in control of your own person. I have said it before in my blogs, you CAN NOT control the human condition, you can only control your own actions. To which I formally invite Nick to again fornicate himself in the privacy of whatever venue suffices himself at the given moment with whatever vice suits him at this very instance.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So Bin Laden has all this money and he relocates to a multi million dollar mansion with no trash service or internet. What, did they rotate the Asian boys and goats out for his dates? Did they even bother with water either? I mean this son of a bitch moves into a mansion and he still wipes his ass with his left hand, what the fuck is wrong with this picture?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Personally, I would like to know what the real meaning behind his riches are and the meaning behind his diatribe for offing the communists. I have a watered down reason for his loathing for the US. The whole 'half naked women, drugs, crime, blah, blah, blah...' that's all the poor terrorist's bullshit “excessive American asshole living” excuse to get an oppressed individual to die for 'his' cause, but what's Bin-bin's real colon cookie reason?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Guess we won't know now. Not that I'm going to lose any sleep though. Sure I could Wikipedia all that shit, but how much of that shit is made up too? Other than a few interviews how is anyone to really know? He didn't write a book. Everyone else, like the bible, is going to have the propensity to blow their writings out of proportion or misrepresent it one direction or another.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I caught blips of an interview with an individual who had some extended contact with Bin-bin who basically said he was full of shit. Yes, I took some liberty... He was kind and professional. I'm short and have no time for pleasantries. But what I gleaned from the interview was that Bin-bin was nothing more than another over educated rich fuck (via mummy & duddy's money , fuck-tard never worked a day in his life), got a taste of titty & asshole fucking in his far over abundance of free time and derived a mantra.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Basically, given his finances, he bought power, friends & a following. He took a simple religious faith, listened to a couple of radical assholes, ran with his own radical idealism, did what other assholes with too much money & time do (listen up Donald Trump)... He Started To Believe In His Own Bullshit!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Going off on my own tangent (I have no money, so we're all safe), I can only assume that his bullshit bled over into other terrorist organizations (we call them cults here) and it grew exponentially. Impressionable kids started to gather, other young, educated minds got into the mix and now you have a nuclear fuck cake waiting to happen.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now how the opium trade feed into this mess; your guess is as good as mine. Did/does Bin-bin have anything to do with any of it? His bullshit religious front would lead you to believe 'no', but instigating the slaughter of 4000+ innocent people, where does the contradiction end? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Pakistan!!! Quit acting like you didn't know this motherfucker was living in your back yard. We are tired of your lying asses already. You feeble minded fucks... If we found his ass hiding in a dusty ass cave eating out of a boiled goats ass wearing a 10 year old boy on his dick and his great uncle was wearing him like and old glove; the whole mess looking like a weird Russian Bin Laden doll, then we might have believed you...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">He was in a multi MILLION dollar home... In an affluent neighborhood of retired army and police chiefs... A place that fucking BRAGGED about how they knew who, what, where, when, why, how about everything and everywhere there was in the criminal community when it came to... well criminal and military shit.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So you're going to tell us that this silly bastard 'just slipped in' in the middle of the night some four years ago & you fuckers had no clue as to who it was? And that you had no idea why the most expensive house in town had no internet or trash removal (probably some other oddities as well), but you idiots didn't look into that either.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let me see... Looks like dog shit, smells like dog shit, feels like dog shit, sounds like dog shit, tastes like dogs shit... Hey!!! It's cake!!!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Give me a fucking break. The whole gyotdamn town above the age of 16 should be bent over, bare assed and striped with a belt, three times for having told that lie and charged $100. Humiliation, damn it. I'm tired of this shit. The proceeds go to castrating the idiot assholes that don't educate the females, burn out all the opium fields, level 50% of the mountainous areas into bottom land to grow wheat and vegetables: another 10% into schools.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Piss and bitch if you want to, it's ethical if you're proactive with the ideas first. Moral and radical if you find yourself being reactive.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As for Bin Laden, well, his ass is gone now. Nothing more the US can really do with him but one last thing. Some will argue with my resolve, but I say it's ethical, not radical.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Cremate his ass. Then mix him up with some of the finest Angel Dust the government has lying around. In one last fling, get all the wannabe martyrs for the cause and 'his' followers to gather up for one last glimpse at their hero. The Taliban, Al Quida, Bum Fucha, whomever else out there has an axe to grind with the US & let them line up and we get them to 'toot-up' ol' Bin-bin in a “Stranger in a Strange Land” style; allow them to “grok” him up.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">BOOM!!! They're all licking weasel assholes and sucking soda from hollowed out worm carcasses for the rest of their lives while humping one another in spooge covered classic virgin delight thinking they delivered Bin-bin to his 78 virgins; or whatever the fucking count is this week. Nobody's killed, no bloodshed. Sounds to me they're happy; at least for this story they are. Some 911 survivors could rent a couple of the terrorists out as window cleaners as the drooling fuckers will lick their windows relentlessly clean for hours with delight as a form of closure.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Am I a sick bastard? By some definition, probably, but laughter does cure some illness. Bin Laden's demise won't bring the folks back that he instrumented the deaths of, but to some I hope it will end their suffering. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The Pakistani pricks didn't help in their endeavor to help elongate his life either. To them I can only ask: If you're so fucking worried about our “Sooooo fragile relationship”, then why did/are you lying like a fucking rug about everything we ask you? You ignorant fucking child! We WILL catch you in every fucking lie, so stop trying. You're not any good at it!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But a word of warning folks... Don't sleep too soundly quite yet. Bin-bin may be gone, but his bottom feeders are still out there. Cowards they may be, but desperate they may become.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stay vigil.</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-34699394372175591122011-04-30T14:47:00.000-07:002011-04-30T14:47:04.083-07:00Sony, Steve & Apple... They all start with an "S"...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony has now made it's name synonymous with the title of Greed. Well it always has, but it pretty much clinched it now.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Back in the 70's I used to toy with the notion of buying their products when all they were, were this television & stereo manufacturing company. But even then I couldn't stomach the pricing of their products. Their TVs were right on the cusp of being vomit inducing. I mean, they were the same CRT boxes that brought the major 3 in the house and baked your brain for 3 descent hours a night. There was no reason for graphic user interface quite yet and VCRs hadn't made it into the mainstream until the hump of the 80's.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So other than two REALLY great 'ghetto box' radios I purchased over a couple years apart, I didn't jump into any fanboy bandwagon leg humping affair to speak of.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now without going into a bullshit history lesson and losing the one religious reader I do have, Sony keeps it's fan base moving through the background in it's industrial TV production & post production line until that fateful day when the great VHS/BETA war hit the scene.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some of you probably haven't a slobbering clue of what I'm talking about, some probably grasp the idea, while others probably grimaced and grabbed the Geritol. For those who know what I'm talking about, Sony lost their ass in that little war. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betamax"><b>BETAMAX</b></a>, as it was called, was a much better video cassette tape format for movies in SO many ways, but for several seemingly bullshit reasons VHS won out. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">One of the most ABUNDANT being the upfront cost for the betamax player. Sony just couldn't get that 55 gallon drum sized butt plug called Greed out of their ass to drop the cost of the player to compete with VHS. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“But why/how did VHS get theirs so cheap so fast?”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Simple... It's the whole reason that Sony and the rest of the Greed parade is causing the rest of the world to decay faster than a bloated possum on a humid Louisiana highway. VHS and its technology 'secrets' were shared with everybody. So long as somebody came up with a new “whatever” and shared it with the group, everybody could keep the cost of production/research down so low that they could pass the savings on to the consumer. [<i>Sony has lost it's ass on multitudes of proprietary technologies that I have lost count, all because of of the below...</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony, being the ever greedy mother fucker that they are, won't share shit. You have to sign so gyotdamn many nondisclosure agreements and “we'll chop your balls off” clauses, anyone would be scared to death to violate. Plus, there's no room for research & development. Sony controls that too. Therefore, those costs have to be covered by someone... guess who?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Does any of this bullshit sound familiar? How about Apple? Does your Mac taste any better? Wonder why Steve wants to know where your ass is 24/7? Piss & bitch about the PC all you want. I'll go ahead and crash right here.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So, box Sherman & Mr. Peabody's ears again, fast forward to today. Here we are a week into Sony's PS3 server crash and he's still in denial. At least it's the first step; dependent what program you're in, but I don't see these fucks starting any rehabilitation of any sort. I digress...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Just like the days back in the VHS/BETA wars, Sony has/is under the misconception that they are capable of controlling the human condition. Same as several other rich, maniacal fucks out there in the world today. [<i>just today they wield a checkbook instead of a knife or firearm</i>] Now that Sony has so much Greed, it has turned to using 'greed' as its own tool for trying to control the influx of more money, thus the hopes of more power. This in turn produces more greed. Granted nobody writes Greed as a perk or character trait on a resume, but it seems to rear its ugly head after prolong period of exposure.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's a little better explanation of where I'm going... Lessons learned from the VHS/BETA debacle in the 80's, Sony does its damnedest to get set for the bluray/HD-DVD war to come out in 2000's. After years setting itself as being an industry standard and setting records as such, the public won't be so short to dismiss Sony when the time comes once the unveiling starts.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Even though hd-dvd is touted as being cheaper and just as quality (image & interactive), Sony boxes their sales with the hackers and pirates in full mind. You see, they KNEW/KNOW people are still going to be cost conscious when it comes time to a purchase. It will be in the long run eventually, despite what Sony thinks. [<i>internally not commercially/publicly, be smart people...</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">A gyotdamn game that's $60 can only be bought once. I don't give a shit what you say. My kids break it, they can fuck off, I'm not buying it again. Sony says I can't copy that game, even though I bought it and it sits in “MY” house (that I bought and paid for, not Sony). The LAW says that I <u>can</u>.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sony built equipment for computers and the home market designed with the soul purpose of being able to write 50GB of information to a disk that can be removed from that drive and then be placed on your shelf just like that as your other dvds. The hd-dvd format could only support 30GB at its maximum. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Knowingly & supporting the need of human greed in the computer marketing schemes and storage capacity forced the death of the hd-dvd market. People inherently 'wanted' computer components that would handle larger storage rates, equated this with the bluray players/drives and made their choice. [<i>haters, purists & other whiners will want to throw in Sony's ability to corner movie marketing rights too, but I have to keep this shit short...</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Knowing all this now, we have to wonder, “what the fuck were you thinking when you (Sony) decided to put the screws to the same people when you want them to keep paying bullshit money for the same technology, over & over again!?!” One, it's just another scheme added to the “something for nothing” blotter, that's for sure.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You remember that game I copied for the kids that I KNEW they were going to break? Yeah, well come to find out Sony made it to where I can't play the game I recorded onto the dvd drive THEY made, onto the disk they made (or sanctioned), which I inserted back into the game machine they built. So explain that one to me... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Along comes a group of individuals we'll call hackers. I'm going to call them the good guys because that's what I used to do under the hood of my car and other devices 'back in the day'. We figure shit out when nobody would give us the answers & we couldn't afford nor pay your bloated bullshit wages for the information. So these guys come along and blindly found a bullshit way to play the game on the machine I bought, in my house. They “share” the technology with me. It didn't cost a dime.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But Sony catches wind of this, has such a shit fit that the burning embers from the coffee cup sized cigar fall into the ass of his Hadi Teherani chair, thus the combination of combustible phlegm & flames shoot his ass into orbit. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Not only does Sony think “he” owns the unit in the house, the house, the game, “you”, the kids, the guy the wrote the program that got the damn game to re-run on the game system, but the damn software that actually got it to run on the system! So now Sony's going to sue, me, the hacker, the disk maker, the marker company (that I used to write the title on) & the carpeting manufacturer, cause Sony just fucking don't like them.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">People have wanted to piss and bitch at me in other forums about being a socialist. They have even gone as far as even inference that I was a Nazi. Having been in the military and a staunch advocate of the first amendment (USA) I'll support their right to speak their mind, but I will <u>literally crucify</u> 'them' with extreme prejudiced if you want to go that route. No one deserves that. Unless you really were one.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I used to believe in capitalism and what it “used” to work/stand for. My grand folks busted their asses for my entire life and instilled the exact ethic, but for what. They beat themselves to death to enjoy what the healthcare system has stolen.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">All the products we purchase dare us to fuck with them so they don't have to “honor” any warranty. Not only do you buy the damn thing, it barely does as advertised. Then when you call them on their shit, you get baited into purchasing something else to complete the original function or pay to repair what wasn't your fault due to a 'slip of the tongue'.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What the fuck have any of our society’s become?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Granted, some of us have brought it upon ourselves. In that a good portion of us use the phrase, “I'm as good as my word.” only to mean shit. In the US that alone can be taken to the bank for sure. No wonder the rest of the world laughs at us.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So what does this have to do with Sony or Steve Jobs? I'm not so sure that it has anything to do immediately to do with these two, individually. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It does shed light on a disturbing trend across the global community however. One that I have been commenting like a mutated beaver through a toothpick forest for a while. And that note is a corporate trend toward human control.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Not mind control! I'm not ready for a fucking tin foil helmet and the fucking billboard with declarations of world doom yet, but there is a real disturbing push for this - medicate this & that, sit down - shut up, super complicating the legal system, megalopolis telecommunication. Truthfully anything can be had by ordering online; including the ability to procreate (dating...), groceries, most income...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now that fuel is taking on a sky rocketing cost again, other than the excuse of puritanical bullshit, what is the reason? Limiting travel perhaps? And if so, is there a reason and what is that reason?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't want conspiracy. I'm not that kind of writer, don't want to be that kind, ain't gonna be that kind, I want to bitch and fight with the fucks that hide behind money and that feigned power that money bought.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">No, Sony isn't the lost fifth member of the Luminati and Steve isn't the slobbering retarded knuckle dragging cousin bringing up the rear. I'm simply stating that as technology and humanity evolves so does Greed and its growth patterns.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It has always been said, the most brilliant thing discovered have also been the simplest in design. If we don't maintain simple common sense and tell these assholes, “NO!!! You can't have $65 a game, that's too much! You get to charge $25 a game and that's it.” Then, “some” of this shit will stop. [<i>in perspective guys. Give me a minute here...</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now before you fucking haters start going off, here's a lesson in entertainment 101...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Game company gets a contract for a game... It's a bunch of money, but it's basically all they get to COMPLETE the game and that's it! Unless there is further stipulation or extenuating circumstances for a little bit more money, that damn thing had better be finished, on time and for that amount. NO fucking exceptions!!!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">All those 'artists' the fucking whiners and bleeds and hips piss and bitch about getting 'paid' and that the pirates are ripping off that everybody are being made to hate on??? Yeah you guys need to suck a dick hard and fast. Those poor artists got paid early on. Probably not very well either. Just like everybody else, they got fucked by the machine of “we'll get picked up later”, just like every body else.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The music industry has fucked people like this since Edison, catch up people.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Gaming Industry 101 continues with Sodomy 789 with Marketing 989 by fucking the artists who did the packaging & other goodies to get it out to the store and on the tv & & & & & ….....</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Those business houses had already been paid as well guys. That $60 a game made/make up for the out of pocket expense the bean counter “PROJECTED” he was going to spend. Once he got your money in his pocket, he lied to the bank about he got first so he could make “theoretical” cash first so that interest would be there to start the cash flow on paying off the loan on the original game R&D. Then your money would be gravy on the next game or movie or, or, or...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If I know it's Kid Rock and his guys that made the album sending me the recording that got my $12, then I have no problem giving him the $12. It's his money right? Common sense. Definitely $7. But if some asshole comes up and says he has Kid Rock's album, he want's $20 for it, but Kid only gets .12/.14 cents for his trouble... how hard are you going to tell him to go fuck himself? Are you going to believe ANY story about how hard 'he' had to work to get that album to you?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I didn't think so...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So how much of the "intellectual property" REALLY belongs to Sony? Pushing a piece of paper across the table, making a yes/no decision, readjusting your nuts, making a pass at your secretary, taking a trip to Taiwan to fuck a 8 year old boy and suing a dumb assed vocal hacker for his opinion on a blog doesn't merit your bloated 7.5+ million bonus either.</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-65246438014298758542011-04-29T08:06:00.000-07:002011-04-29T09:11:44.341-07:00Stones Man!!! It's the Stones!!!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I have turned into the very, exact same old fat bastard I used to make fun of when I was in college and now I'm paying dearly for it. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Other than the Taliban, Al-Qaeda, <i><i></i><i></i></i>Nazis, these mother fuckers in a couple far European countries that the Freedom of Information Act won't release for some time yet, and this one vacuum cleaner that I could never avoid the Christmas tree lights with, I would never, ever in my darkest dreams, ever wish a kidney stone on another human being. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Wait, I take that back... pedophiles, rapists and a couple different models of this one coffee table, but other than that... Nobody!!!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Strait, gay, black, white, red, polka dotted, western, heavy metal, floral, print, Barney, t-rex, Rainbow Six or Rainbow Coalition you get struck by one of these gyotdamn things and you go down like a sack of squalling shit. No two ways about it. I don't even care if you're being interrogated by the worlds worst. Even if they have a gun to your head and they are about to pull the trigger, my little experience would probably tell them to pull the damn thing and end the misery. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The pain? As the commercial says, “It's that good.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I “<u><b>KNOW</b></u>” pain. Been around it so long I no longer have to get it a gift for the the holidays. There's no prenuptial; As far as I'm concerned the shit can pack it's bag and fuck-off any time it feels like it. Of course I'll be losing something, but like a dutiful lad, I can & will 'take it' and live: gladly.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But this... kidney, stone thing. I've never... NEVER had the displeasure of having to deal with such a thing before. What it takes away you never realize you had to begin with. It's like being drug before the “Crossroads”. It strips away a part of your soul, but you weren't there to gamble with anything to begin with.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">For those who don't don't know what passing a kidney stone is like, allow to me blather with a pitiful attempt to share...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">UGLY DEFINITION - Basically over a given amount of time you grow a rock in your kidney. Dependent on the myriad of chemistry given your body and different medical make-up <b><a href="http://www.google.com/url?url=http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001493/&rct=j&sa=X&ei=gF6zTdKeG-XZ0QGc5sX-BA&sqi=2&ved=0CEoQ4wEwAA&q=kidney+stones&usg=AFQjCNFoW8DGc1Babcpp_UQhzxT_pZMH0A&cad=rja">Quick link</a>, </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">your body deposits these 'harder' chemicals into a general local until they basically make a stone. Kind of like an oyster would do in making a pearl from a grain of sand. Except the oyster doesn't seem to mind. The human condition however...</span><b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">if your “lucky”, your body will expel the 'stone' while it is in a 'smaller' state and you'll never know it. Just merrily pissing your way through life.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some of us, be it medication, change in diet, age (the list get's stupid, long, complicated... you get the idea) one of these things might cause the 'thing' to stick to the wall of the kidney, drop to the bottom like sediment or plain hang around in the kidney for it's own selfish reasons. It's when one of these stones gets to be about 2mm or bigger when you'll want to pop smoke and call for the Med-Evac... you & your kidneys just made royal fuck-cakes for the wedding...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">My call for the misery meat wagon was a 3.5mm. Male – female. Go ahead, pull the gender card on this one. None of you are safe on this one. Everyone I encountered has concurred in telling me that passing one of these is akin to pushing a baby out of your system.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Really? Really... No shit!?! Then gyotdamnit I want to see a rock big enough to kill a yack that wanders into my front yard!!! NOBODY deserves to go through that much shit for something no bigger than the last decision it took to piss away billions in bail out money to Wall Street with no accountability. I can't even shoot that rock out of a kid's toy!!!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Manly men. Stand butch and think of all your knuckle dragging stories involving injury. I'm sure serious loss of body can account better than this story and doesn't even belong here. So you guys don't get to bring that killer whale steak to the table and stroke your balls over that one... you know the ones... I lost a leg stepping on a land mine... got blown in half... We know guys, those experiences win! Obviously, those rendered you into a state of blinding euphoric pain that current synthetic pain killers couldn't touch. That's why they have to put some folks into a coma for a few weeks, to get it under control. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm talking about the borderline pain to psychotic episode stuff where you think the doctors might have had a few classes involving the Marque de Saude as the guest instructor.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm talking about the shit that you barely hobbled away from. I'll even count the ones where you got your feet, they put the gurney under you and then you passed out for your entry into the “super balls” play off as your intro into the “you don't know pain” sweepstakes. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Personally, having experienced & witnessed more than I care to admit, I haven't met an individual YET that will say any other experience trumps that of passing a kidney stone. To this date.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">To date myself (yet again & even more) and yet quoting another commercial, “Um, it's by Tutsie Roll...”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet dime store detective novel horror adjective run-on sentences still evade the proper device needed to explain the terror to an individual that has indeed never indulged the privilege of this divine experience. [<i>this is called sarcasm for those that don't catch it</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some women would love to take a dudes member through the back of his legs and super-glue it to his forehead for a couple of hours to share the 'miracle' of childbirth with her. This being said, my 'miracle' has been shared & like you, myself & 6 billion others are not special either... so we move on.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Getting back to guys, juvenile as women would like to promote us to be, we do try to understand our crippled brothers. Society is so quick to scream racism, prejudice, anti-whatever you want that we are going to cave in ourselves – yet, “guys” will box one another in the nuts just to experiment in the crippling affects, for no more repercussions than the payment of beer & pizza and the illustrious “bragging rights”; ever crippling as those may be as well. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Nazi Germany killed 6 million for their tainted results; bitches as the public may be & contradictory to morals, but aligned to ethics. They brought world economies to devastation, untold death count to combatants and other innocents, while setting other precedents economically, morally/ethically into chaos that will never be straitened out for remaining generations.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Backyard 'rasslin' raced spinal cord & brain research forward at least five years alone for the price of 12 cases of Keystone and 6 Papa John's and by whom? By a bunch of “guys" that a multitude of you folks out there will refer to in the privacy of your darkened rooms as retards. Remember, I won't tell anyone. I can't hear you. I just have a good idea what you're thinking.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">No, you're not Nazis, so don't take the piss & start the "legal lottery" war machine grinding away thinking your going to retire at the age of 14 cause you can't get a hard-on cause the bad man on the internet "<u>insinuated</u>" something. I am saying that for a microcosm your thoughts of the morons jumping off their roofs onto the backs of their drunken buddies left you thinking of other human beings in just as morally/ethically depraved manner as those of the Nazi regime. Don't let it bother you... I did it too.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">What does this have to do with kidney health and that of passing a kidney stone Russ!?!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Apparently the pain involved with discarding the stone isn't the stone moving through the small tube (known as the ureter) leading to the bladder, but the actual tube itself having a hissy over the stone not moving fast enough. Like you having a hissy over the last statement in the paragraph above?... That's the ureter with the stone...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The best example I can come up with is to think of it as your 6 year old kid kicking the back of my seat at the theater of an “R” rated movie; he shouldn't be there, doesn't want to be there and is annoying the shit out of everyone around him. The biggest meanest, most aggravated individual that he shouldn't be pissing off that he is actually hurting “IS” me!!! </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now envision me trying to reach around and throttle the living shit out of him, but I can't reach his ass. I'm going to throw him out! He want's his momma to save his whiny ass, but he's also getting more pissy & whiny that his folks also won't kiss his ass to take him out of of the theater either; so he just keeps kicking the seat harder & harder. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">He kicks so hard that he bends me over in pain to where I can't grab his ass, but all that does is slow him down for a little while. When I catch my breath after a while, I try to grab his ass again and the scenario starts all over. That's when the hospital comes to the rescue and MY good friend Mr. Dilaudid comes to visit. At least that was what had to happen in my case.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Mr. Dilaudid didn't get rid of your annoying kid, but I sure as hell didn't care that he was there any more and I at least got through the rest of the fucking movie. For those of you that took offense, make sure you got the offense right... I called your kid an annoying piss granule.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Me? Well, it appears that the 3.5mm was just the tip of the iceberg. All the haters out there can have a laugh at my expense if you wish (I’m a big boy & have a gratuitous callous on my ass; yeah, I “can” take it), but it appears I can pave a driveway with all the gravel in my kidneys right now. How the hell this happened I don't know, but I can guarantee you one thing... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">My days of being a cordial & considerate patient are over. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Stay tuned folks, you think bitching is for the un-attuned? The misinformed blathering morons who just don't know how to take control of their lives? I say bullshit!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Somewhere, somebody will listen and heed. Not act in violence, but in “Common Sense” & cram the 'play on words' and spin/lie games up the ass of the establishment that has taken control over descent folks.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Or we can just let shit keep going down the same shit smeared hallways that we have always been and let these words keep echoing the same way as they have from others. I'm no Socrates or Ernest Hemingway by any stretch, but I'm no Charles Manson or lecherous bomber either.</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-85487917332010244732011-04-23T15:53:00.000-07:002011-04-23T15:53:52.335-07:00Sensational Motorcycle Driving Baby!!!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Is this 'really a subject worthy of notoriety? Should I be 'acting out' on it to 'quite' the degree that I’m going to be bitching? Most will say no & leave it at that... Problem is... I’m going to bitch anyway...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I grew up when there was really only three TV stations to watch. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Purists can take a back seat to my nut sack if you think I'm going to recognize PBS all that much. I enjoyed Dr. Who, the Goodies, Monty Python and a few of the other classic programs, but that's the problem... there was only 'some' other classic programming. In my area there were endless seppuku fund raising drives to keep their fucking stations afloat. The damn station was run by the local university to begin with... [<i>how the hell do you get away with that?</i>] “For $19K you can be an 'acquaintance' of PBS and get this commemorative beer coaster with today's date penciled on the back...”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I could fucking vomit... Not to mention the fact there were individuals in this depleted economical area I grew up in that actually 'had' that kind of scratch to piss away like that! That's another story...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As I Was Saying... the major three were all you could get, unless your folks sprung for cable and all that really got you were a possible 3 extra channels. Two channels from a metropolitan city 150 miles away and one additional PBS station.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This being established, strait forward advertising for programming was just that – strait forward. The program that was to be broadcast at such-n-such a date would contain -pluh-.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Meaning - when you tuned in and watched your program, damsel in distress, detective would figure it out, save the damsel, catch the bad guy (or bad guy would get away if it were a nemesis), thus the 'sensationalism' advertised would be just that. NOT like what it is today...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Rant Alert - - - Now I try REALLY hard not to play what I call the “semantics game”. I touched on this concept in <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/russells-rules.html"><b>Russell's Rules</b></a> and my loathing for it's process, but to quickly recap... it's constantly played by those people in positions of power. These individuals most often have boat loads of money, but not always an abundance of education. Where this technique/game comes into the best offensive use is when time is on the offender's side.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here is a “typical” example used by the military... enlisted officers (NCOs) are not allowed to carry out any punishment for dereliction of duties, poor performance, or plain fucking up by a soldier's actions. That is done by an officer and is then ordered to be carried out by an NCO (unless the “punishment” is forfeiture of money or rank). For an NCO to take action on their own initiative (which they HAVE to do on occasion, officers don't want a paper trail for these more minor offenses), it's called “remedial training”. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Literally semantics.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So, those last two paragraphs being said, I'll probably leave the next couple feeling as smooth as alligator hide.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Where I'm going with this tirade is my observation of the current misuse of “<span style="font-style: normal;"><u>sensationalism</u></span>”... but not in the sense of blowing something out of proportion. Although that is just as infuriating, I think that someone in the ethics department has been beating just the right amount of shit out of the journalism students and might have gotten a handle on 'some' of those infractions; at least for a while. I think they just need to stop showing the same story repeatedly until we believe it to be of impossible importance.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Making it boring and then hammering us with it every waking moment on the '5' is just asking to have your balls caved in.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">No, the sensationalism I'm referring to is the bullshit they are calling 'reality' TV for one and then the second POS pre-broadcast of 'some' established mainstream franchises.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I “guess” the ignorant fucks who produce these shows simply won't trust the guys that do this for a living (you know, the ones that put film through the cameras, light the sets... those guys); they can't simply bank on human nature to tune in (to the 'reality' stuff anyway) to the human folly shit that they have to fabricate utter fantastical sugar glazed, maple sweetened bullshit in their ads to get people to tune in when the events depicted – never fucking happen.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now, I don't know about you, but if I go on TV advertising something; tell everybody & that I have a bunch of it. You bet your sweet ass I better have it, otherwise I'd better have some rain checks for the merchandise that wasn't on the shelf. Granted, this differs from state to state & applicable laws apply and maybe there is a town by town thing as well, but you get the point. Don't make a fucking promise, shake your ass and then don't deliver. People will get pissed!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Otherwise you might wake up the next morning with your asshole absolutely roaring with absurd, tear blazing pain, stuck strait in the air, bare as a jay bird, out in an open corn field for god and the whole world to see next to the highway. At least that's how smart assed cops from the big city used to be treated when they got too preachy about the red necks not 'towing the line' in that depleted economical area I was talking about...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Anyway, it didn't do a damn bit for the TV show to insinuate that Rasputin was going to tear his nuts off making that left hand turn into Chip Fuck Falls. When in fact, the actual aired show shows Rasputin accidentally missing his kickstand, laughing and clumsily laying his bike down in the parking lot & then doing a halfhearted combat roll out of his fuck up.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If I were an advertiser I would have been pissed at the notion that I was funding a nut tearing show! What the fuck goes through these bean counters heads? I'll tell you, the same shit that makes them think that they need to do the same shit for established franchised TV shows as well!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's take the old 1979, Buck Rogers TV series for example. These asshole producers today would take this 'sure-shot', everybody's going to tune in anyway show and throw this sensationalism ad formula promo at it anyway. Fine, maybe not “sure-shot”, but damnit, “I” tuned in... breasts were still real... blinking lights... stay with the program damnit!!!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Getting back to sensationalism for the twenty first century... the 70's being a time of expounding, these freshly plucked scrotums would probably take a chance at new territory and risk making the audience “think” the storyline would be Wilma was a rape victim or maybe a guest starring of Gary Coleman would be a hint at pedophilia or better yet we'll have Dr. Goodfellow be a victim of some kind of diabolical crime against the elderly. You know, a mix of the whole rape, theft, beating then corpse desecration... which of course, still being the 70's and asshole money chodes, the show would never have aired.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Come on people, these fucking producers have attention spans moderately longer than that of a a gnat's which is shorter than that of the 10 second spots they're making for commercials these days. This way these stupid dicks “think” they're being creative, they've sold the show and can move on to fucking up somebody else's future.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Never mind the fact that you can't use the same add later for re-runs. Viewing folks obviously don't stand in line for a steaming plate of bullshit. So your producer of 'today' just fucked your 'tomorrow' producer because you now have to re-spend money on making adds for shows that should have already been made, fuck you very much... Like to see how that gets packaged now. Seeing as they don't have conventions rallied around packaging large selections of previously broadcast TV shows anymore.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now it's 'click here', 'show your ass', 'grunt', 'put credit card number here', 'click here'... 'tune to this satellite coordinate' & 'we'll debit your account for as much as we please'.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">OK, maybe the last couple of paragraphs is taking a bit of artistic license. There is always a bit of 'wash' that goes with putting a rerun into your particular local venue, so using the original syndicated voice over might play into your area's needs, but it would have been nice. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Speaking in regards of the national circuit, the fact that there are only about three (four tops) cable providers (US), they pay for all the re-run rights anyway, so there isn't room for a bunch of brouhaha over my moaning over post-production producing bitching.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Then what are you bitching for Russ!!”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“B” is for “bitching” and it's good enough for me, that's just for starters. It's for 'blog' too, so the sentencing goes... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sensationalism! Taking something that doesn't doesn't deserve the attention and giving it just that. Some would go as far as to say “me”. And judging from the number of viewers of this blog, I would say that nightmare is coming true...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Taking a piss ant flame & making it seem like a volcano explosion in comparison. I would love to have convinced every big tittied women I've met that I have a 14 inch monster in my trousers & that I can lick my eye brows too, but it won't make the truth any harder to bear. [<i>the rest of you giggling fuckers can stare at the truth in your own hands right now...</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Changing the parameters in which the technique is used does not make it “right”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Try this... You kill an animal to feed your family. Feeding your family is the right thing; it's survival, right? The act of killing is considered morally wrong. Ethically/morally, starving your family is wrong; the lesser of the 'evils' prevailed, the animal died and your family survives. It's OK, it's the circle. But “killing” didn't turn into “cuddling” either.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I know I'm stretching the shit out of this to make a point, but both semantics & sensationalism along with the mix of strong, stupid, politically active, religious radical people today? We really are fucked!</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-82292648626704491452011-04-22T12:42:00.000-07:002011-04-22T12:42:01.322-07:00Did you even READ this!?!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">There is a new crowd out there in the coffee shop hiding behind his/her laptop know as an <u>ideologue</u>!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yeah! If you happen to be in the shop reading this be real sneaky... look up real slow and look over your screen... see if you can watch one of them peering over their screen right now. I'll wait.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">They're the one's acting like their being watched by one of the Government's alphabet soup for writing encrypted secrets about hidden covert operations that they have never had access to in the first place.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I know, how did I know about these ideologue clowns? Seems I was ousted by one. Which I suppose makes me one? Therefore, you had to have been one in order to be outed as one, right? I don't know if that works like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valerie_Plame"><b>Plamegate</b></a> or Fight Club, but now that my covers blown do I continue to play or do I have to stop writing... I'm so confused over here. Do I get a pension? 401K... gold watch maybe?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Basically, these assholes appear to be the uneducated, untrained, musically illiterate, untalented, artless twats that can't even pass for poets, that sit in coffee shops sucking down massive amounts of brew and think up <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/banks-are-out-to-sodomize-your-kids.html"><b>3LD</b></a> scripts for conspiracy advocates to drool over like drugged up fluff girls over an uncircumcised cock. Seeing as rock bands won't tour to the smaller venues any more these corn-holers use this to groupie up to the next best salad tossing thing.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Problem is you might step into a forum that one of these idiots has spent several months dropping drivel onto high school kids and producing a flock. In doing so, you run the risk of making a huge enemy. Something as simple as four educated words from your keyboard undoes 6 months worth of bullshit and now your in a firefight of epic proportions and that's just logging into a quilting chat room.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Trying to open these kids eyes can get you banned in less then 30 seconds and endless minions of tweeby kids are continued to be spoon fed bullshit by a ideologue hero with no more knowledge than what it took to undo his fly (and that might have taken him his lifetime). [<i>pinwheels are cheep, but break so easily</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What does this have to do with the price of tea in China? Well, nothing I suppose, unless you have stock in Chinese tea options. But it does make me concerned for the shallow minded twats that tune in to read what these feeble minded idiots write each night before they tuck in their 6 year old brides that evening.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'll admit I have strong opinions on Piracy (music & software, not those greasy assed wafer fucks trying to make an easy buck on the ocean fronts of Somalia), how Capitalism has been corrupted over time or how our kids have grown up to be spoon fed pussies, but I've had time to see the evils of the world and causality of my actions to 'know' what my words can do. Choosing to put them out in this blog is still my choice, but not to a 'closed audience', nor a fringe clientele.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm not pitching video games, sports teams, stocks, movies, fashion; pretty much any consumables. So there's no agenda other than my opinion to motivate you to this site. The only thing changing your mind is “you”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Using the “Finger Pull Piper Pups” by Hasbro game forum, formatted the latest gaming console system is not the best place for lacing your slander about the latest anarchy movement against Sony isn't a great idea! Especially explicit detail on how your organization is going to shutdown their imperialist servers for throwing a hacker (you don't even know) in jail. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The idea 'may' be noble, but are you 'really' sure you want to support 'this' hacker. Not to mention the fact, once your over the age of 18, you can make your own choices to fuck up, US law says kids can't. Which makes ideologues spreading this shit on those servers predators in my book. So, you're just as bad as the ball-less fucks in the Taliban (we'll get to those latent, women hating, closet loathing homosexuals at a later date).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's not forget, these little finger bangers wanting to emulate the ideologues are only turning up to figure out how to get to the ass sniffing portion of level 6 and probably give fuck-all about your veil attempt at political involvement anyway.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I suppose it pisses me off when these assholes get on line, wax half-assed poetic about a current event they REALLY don't have a clue about. Then they want to go off on their little type capade with nothing more than a tissue paper moments thought about the affair. Once their self proclaimed Pulitzer is posted (all of about six sentences, not proofread & gutter spoke at best) at face value they sit and wait with baited breath for the first fish to nibble.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Four of five individuals will make some good comments and keep within the confines of the forum, but then this moron will set the hook and pull as though he had landed a 600 pound tuna. It will usually start with a small grammatical faux paux that gets twisted into the forum discussion. The other forum writers, if juvenile, see the name calling as a weakness, then dog-pile in and all is lost. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The offended ideologue, uses tactics like challenging your educational level, punctuation or grammar (when theirs is like saying <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andres_Serrano">Andres Serrano</a> pix are pop up book art for the kids), typical verbal provocation or attacks when it's them doing the attacking; possible slander of one's sexual orientation and then when all else fails, fall upon the old victimizing technique.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The last guy I had the privilege of running into actually ran every claim of the above, at the same time.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I think it was a new worlds record. If not, it was a personal best at the very least for me. It was the one I based the <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-not-part-of-socialist-party.html"><b>Socialist</b></a> blog on. [<i>hind site being 20/20 the mother fucker tried to get away with implying I was a Nazi</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Silly fuck had the nerve to imply I was a socialist... then the gall to lecture me on the hows & whys of capitalism and how it made America great... then the fucking balls to marginalize my educational background by brushing my retorts off as “<b>collegiate</b> wanna be twit”? (which he fucking misspelled) with my head up my ass [<i>he was more kind</i>]. He then indeed called me a ideologue, but to my chagrin, misspelled that shit too. [<i>life would really fucking hurt if it weren't so gyotdamn funny</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In all fairness there was another guy, I believe from Australia, trying to iron out the ruffles; but it was getting a little messy in there. But my little ideologue was on a role and in order to keep everything on the strait and narrow, well, that's when I line item retorted his ass.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The fellow from Australia called it “ad hominem” and if he's good at Latin, kudos to him, if not, kudos for remembering where he heard it from. Problem is, my Ausie counter part didn't go the extra mile and quantify my retorts. How did he “know” if I had committed a logical/informal fallacy or not.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What turned out to be a quantifiable ending to the debate, ended up being a squalling festival about Russ being a bad guy: pathetic? The “full of myself” and “narcissistic shit”, reports of name calling. You can imagine the list. Hell I already knew most of the list before logging back in, but the other stuff... At no time during the retort did I call anyone a name or slander anyone. I simply stuck to “facts”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I guarantee you folks!!! At any time during the rebuking of the claims of my little ideologue, should I have claimed that his mom swallowed my load twice to get it all down... that his dad actually got his reach around... That “both” his sisters were actually satisfied, twice and under oath, said that I indeed kiss better than he did... and returned important family information to him that his grandma said “Hi”, but to also remind him... that he should take special notice when he got home because he might not recognize her, because I shaved her beard and bought her a new pipe... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">COME ON FOLKS!!!! I really, really, REALLY would tell you; but I didn't do such a thing.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">That's childish bullshit. Even though it may be funny stuff for a spring break Hollywood movie, nobody's hiring me to write for them, so why waste the keystrokes.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My point is this: these ideologue guys (and equally moronic uneducated kids) are quick to rally and slow to realize. So quick to “say” they'll learn and yet so fucking slow to “actually” learn. They “think” they have learned about either the subject at hand (or life or 'make something up') and answer about it in the forum, then when they have been corrected or shown the proper answer they want to revolt on you. So when you quantify - show them the proper procedure and how to get the proper answer; they call you a snob & want to cry, piss their pants and have pity parties about having bullshit themselves into believing what they've defined “right” be. [<i>this is a little bit of a hard concept to under stand at first read</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I guess a piss poor example would be your kids watching a cartoon about the horrors of smoking. They then want to beat a self righteous drum 24/7 for their own indulgent reasons & whether you quit or not, they dance at the foot of your hospital bed when you get cancer as they fire up a Marlboro.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">No, wait... that's the “self righteous little bastard” take... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Well, it's not near to the level it needs to be, but it will serve as an example none the less... Kid asks dad to go to a friends house. Dad says not till homework is completed first. Kid usurps dad for the “mom's easier” kill shot. Mom licks child's ass and kid goes out to play, leaving homework unfinished. Later into the evening, dad looks in kids room to see open books and no kid working, makes the deduction. Argue ensues with mom over the ethics/morals of child's switch-a-roo, mom plays the “it'll get done” card with the "what's the big deal" - "hump your fist for a month" follow up. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Despite mom or dad, the child skirted the responsibility. Even if the kid gets the work done, they will say, "But I got the work done.." "Claiming" the "right". If they don't complete their work, despite the degree of completion, their decree will still be something to the effect, "But I got 'this much done..." Thus, still claiming to be "right". When it is obviously (no matter the ethical/moral definition) "<u>wrong</u>".</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In today's society the child usually comes home, pushes the books back in the bag, turns on the TV and watches mom & dad ignore one another for the next couple of days while the frustrated teacher tries to motivate his/her students to actually take their education seriously. NOT always the rule, but certainly becoming that way more & more. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If you Bleed Hips don't believe me, go far enough out of your fucking district and ask some brave faculty how it really is. You'll be surprised to know you have an ideologue growing under the glow of your big screen in your family room right now.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Our youth is in a sorry fucking shape and delusional. I'm glad I'm not going to be alive to be there for it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-50555673571179354822011-04-19T14:15:00.000-07:002011-04-19T14:15:20.859-07:00I'm not a part of the Socialist party....<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Alright, just cause I have the word 'social' in the title of my blog does not mean I’m a socialist.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">For the love of god... I'm not a religious man, I just needed a 'moment' & a recognizable exclamation there...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Somebody out there in cyberia decided to string me along and drag me into a bit of the political butt-holery by skimming through a couple of my earlier blogs. That's all fine and dandy, but apparently my take on capitalism and its endless nom-nom machine through America's asshole set him off (only slightly, it's not like this guy went off the deep end and started death threating me).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Apparently I wasn't clear enough in my claims that the fortune 500 have pretty much wiped out 'all' the wealth needed to keep America afloat and have made us all look like complete asses in the world banks. I can't comment on the offended individual's economic education; I mean a few sentences on a public forum does not a person make (I'm defending you here guy, so don't get a case of the ass quite yet). I can only suppose he was playing devil's advocate in stating that not all corporations are 'evil'. To an extent I'll muddy up to, but as the folks at this Amway meeting down in Florida were telling me, “Walt Disney didn't go into building Disney World to make (me) rich.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now this guy didn't come outright with guns-a-blazing , nostrils flaring, blood shot eyes and phlegm shooting out of his ass screaming that I was a full blown socialist. But I will say that a couple of his naive, condescending comments of capitalism being the backbone of our country and that socialism being the peoples groveling choice to the government for permission, was my solution choice... well, that's mean spirited & juvenile. I would almost say borderline high school senior social studies or junior college government course kind of comment.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here I thought I was pretty heavy handed with blaming the corporate financial institutions, some Wall Street insider banking pricks, then working my way down to the smaller interstate banks that fucked over mid America (I would say small to poor America too, but we don't have shit at all). I don't really remember bashing the corporate manufacturers that heavily, but I'll allow it for the moment.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Truth be known (and if your under the age of 40 you might as well just skip a couple of paragraphs anyway) there hasn't been a quality built/manufactured item that hasn't cost a ton of cash for quite sometime anyway. Oh, a few computer components like HDDs, sound cards and stuff like that seem to last a LONG time and keep right on going. I'm talking about things that take daily use and constant contact that just don't stand the test of time. Watches, cooking utensils, toys, some clothing, automobiles; things that we really do depend on for day to day living. Don't last for shit.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some items have had to wait on technology (of course), but that 'should' have been the 'fix all', when oddly enough, the technological implementation invoked the exact opposite. When I get a technologically superior toothbrush that knocks the balls off a charging rhino in my hands why do I see reports of record setting levels of gingivitis being set all over the fucking US? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This is a Capitalism country... I thought this kind of reverse engineering happened in the socialist regions that my 'admirer' was commenting on. Is 'this' what he was so proud to be supporting? I'm sure as fuck not.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">These Capitalists are also dumping their (our?) money into the very socialist (which was supposed to be me, I thought) countries that are actually manufacturing the goods (with the jobs we're supposed to be doing) that we're buying, that we are then in turn are not allowed to mess with after the purchase. [Part on the Hacking blog later]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now who sounds like a socialist fucking nation to you?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't ask my government when to go to bed, my fucking HMO does that. My fucking car insurer tells me where and when I can drive. If I drive too far or to a designation beyond my original statement, they won't cover me in an accident.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My bank doesn't see fit to tell me when they want to charge my checking account for fees or on what date that may be or how much that charge may actually be once my account falls bellow $500.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">There are many more instances like this and they ('your' wonderful capitalism America [<i>I now make my call-out</i>]) all hide under the old “you don't ask, I won't do shit” policy. I don't give a fuck what you say, it isn't all in the fine print of that little contract/tri-fold they send home with you either. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's be honest, unless I make mention of sticking a tazer to my nuts every couple of paragraphs you folks might make it through one of these long assed blogs either. So do you REALLY read all that paperwork that comes with your new iPud or laptop? Don't lie to me, I can't hear you. I can barely make it through a third proof read...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm not sure what the fellow challenging my patriotism thinks I want 'handed' to me in his professed socialist commune, but it's obvious he didn't 'read' my blogs.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">He did at least glean from my 'rants' a summation I'll define as a “class warfare” that you would have to be more blind than Helen Keller than to not see. I just find the classification a bit more harsh, but not far from the truth. It's just too early for that particular language and yet not too harsh for an example.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's say Mr. Capitalist was in a car wreck with one of the corporate moguls he's defending.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Both have the exact same injuries, but they need to be operated on.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">When they get to the hospital, there is only one surgeon. The injuries these guys have won't really kill them, but they are in great pain. So, one guy's going to be in a bunch of pain while the other goes under the knife to be fixed.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Who goes first?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Great little moral/ethical question right? Well, I'm punching my Capitalism fellow in the ass for not reading my blogs more carefully. You see, in this little story he only had $100 in his wallet when he came into the emergency room. Neglecting his ethics and morals (he's probably a great guy and willing to make the sacrifice because he's a great human being) of our Capitalism crying defendant, I'm banking on the lack of moral and ethical character of the other individual. Purely on nothing more than the speculation and actions of his predecessors/mentors before him.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You see, the Sony executive was on his way to a big beef, liquor and all you can eat hooker outing with the Japanese clients that night and he had $3K in his wallet, so without further ado and no interest in his tolerance for pain (and damn sure no interest in your fucking pain) bribed his way into surgery first.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">THAT'S the class warfare I am trying to write about. Splitting cunt hairs about the name of an organization not having an affect on someone is so juvenile it bears being publicly beating. So saying Sony, McDonold's, LiteBrite, Ford, didn't cause the world's economy to collapse, didn't make you loose your house: is so still “sucking your momma's left tit” I should bust your ass for playing with matches!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Of course the NAMES of the fucking companies had nothing to do with any of it. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm talking/writing about people and their actions or lack there of. The corrupt individuals that horded moneys and then used that money to compound even more corruption until it got to where it is now; that's where I wish to strike a hammer. They hide under the title of these of these companies. Haven't one of you Einsteins seen when one of these dicks gets caught? They get a bonus and they move to another organization and try it again.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The problem is some of these assholes really do still know what they are doing. They are still in control of this 'game'. Others are pawns and are usually the ones you see going to prison or are executed; some quietly (drugs, suicide) or publicly (shanked while awaiting trial).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Personally, I think my little capitalism friend has a problem with 'asking', pure and simple.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">He may talk a good game of “work hard and the rewards of a hard day labor will pay” may breath forth , but I really think he feels that the world is there for his taking. He's the type that usually get's the 'shank'.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I have been kind to this point. I have no name or user name from the forum that I was reading, so I'm not dogging this guy out this way, but I'm letting other like 'this' know right now; reap what you sow...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm a Veteran... I didn't defend a socialist country. I sure as fuck didn't defend what's happening to it right now and what's happening to it right now (economically) is damnable, and that is so understated that profanity still hasn't caught up to the proper definition.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Mr Capitalism... Don't school me. I have learned so much more in my life time than you can imagine. In the few condescending sentences you managed to sum up about me (which were all wrong) I have deduced your demographic make-up and possible geographic local. Impossible you say? Let's see...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You're a white male average height, light colored hair. You don't really play sports and aren't as computer savvy as one is lead to believe. You're in the third year of college dabbling between business and history. You come from a heavily religious household, but you have fought it while away at school. Your folks also follow a Republican political structure. You are still fighting to get into one of the Frat houses on campus, but won't demean yourself to dropping bing cherries out of your ass into martini glasses for initiation. Seeing as your folks don't make 'that' much money you're attending a state school as apposed to the ivy league school you squalled about, but unless you get your sentence structure squared aware better you won't get into the masters program later.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If in closing, we allow for our Zombie Apocalypse, you 'will' be asking me for bread. Because you don't know how to make it. You 'will' be asking me for shelter, because your dumb ass don't know how to build that either. You 'will' be <u>pleading</u> for me to protect you “<u>again</u><span style="text-decoration: none;">”</span>.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">When in return I only have this to ask you Mr Capitalism, “You had better be asking your worthless ass whether or fucking not I need anything from YOU!!!”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“So Mr Capitalism, what have you got for me?”</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-3967236351273727152011-04-16T14:16:00.000-07:002011-04-16T14:16:43.163-07:00Are you scared...? They are just words...<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">It has come to my realization (as an insects asshole does when it comes in contact with a speeding automobile windshield) that I “might” have scared a few readers from wanting to read my blog.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">After some additional research I am beginning to get the impression that the blogging universe is being pigeonholed as a coffee shop, highbrow-ed, haiku, crispy nibbling bunch of wispy whiners that might not have the consciousness to make the attempt at educated potty humor. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Don't blow a snot ball on yourself or do a stereotypical 'spit-take' to think such humor couldn't/wouldn't exist. Dennis Miller tried it for years and Bill Maher still seems to be making a good go at it, so eat me.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Now I'm not going to immediately tell you I'm the same caliber of comedian as Bill, seeing as I haven’t honed a career at comedy for the last 25+ years, nor am I as graced in political satire. However, I sure as hell know current events and have experienced things in this world that he hasn't. Call me “Joe the Plumber” without the political agenda and a realistic approach to world views. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Besides, I'll be damned if I'll play bitch to somebody else's agenda and then have to back peddle like a fiend when I verbally step on my dick. Nah... when I fuck up, I'll fuck up for myself and deal with it in my own fashion. Thank you very much. I'll choose to apologize or not, that'll be on my initiative, not someone else. At least you'll know if it is genuine.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Given the climate and cynicism of today's personality trait I would certainly perish the thought to think that a few words scrolling across the screen could have that affect in today’s society anyway. Most certainly 'here' in the good ol' USA of all places. Then again, there are professional pissers & moaners out there looking to make a buck off of anything these days.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I mean, we have 24 hour news networks with polished beauties that spill such things as train wrecks, sodomized children, dictators enacting genocide (with pictures none the less), adulterating state officials all parading from their glossy lips while dancing images across our high definition giant screens no less. While I, another nameless twerp, who spills some black and white about more 'nameless' individuals (trying to minimize the global stupidity) and somehow feels I might have offended.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Don't get me wrong, that's what I'm looking for, but a little response would have been nice. I think where I have been snubbed is the lack of the latter. My own contradictory narcissistic demand for being slammed is for not having been... quantifiably... slammed? Or maybe I'm just a bit self victimized by the same 'instant-gratifying' Frankenstein monster that corporate America has created and I'm pissing & moaning too early. I.e., it's only been about a dozen blogs & what the hell did I expect? Some folks have written for a couple of years before getting an audience. Whine, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">whine, w</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">hine...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Personally, I thought the Apple computer fanboys would come out of the stone walls like the old 70's movie "Bug" and tore me a new one. Seeing as a complete PHD dissertation could be written trying to cover all the bases regarding the pros & cons of the Mac/PC war. That subject alone, hell, I could have set the internet back at least 5 years again. Not that I wanted that either. That's like playing politics... I feel dirty... Somebody get me a rape kit.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">What I'm getting at is; Russell's Rules and the somewhat terse nature of my blog is designed for a few reasons, of which will obviously follow...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I have lived a hard life. Some, not of my choosing, and some I chose; some of those choices in broke from my control. Those definitely returned varying levels of comfort which we have all experienced: we've all been there and yet the largest number of us all still here. Yet this process isn't going to change either. Yet, out of all the choices I made, a large bulk of them I didn't get the privilege to make.</span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">The problem in our world is that there are some folks out there getting to do even more choosing for others right now. For those people that EARNED it, I congratulate them. It's the folks that are being taken advantage of, being coerced or are in some form or fashion incapable of being able to make your choices for your life (big or small); those are the folks I'm trying to write in place for. Both seriously and comedicly.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">But then here we go with some of the 'high-minded' folks who might say “I'm putting words in 'their' mouths. And then my strong opinionated potty mouth retorts with 'fuck you', there are a several dozen news pundits putting words in peoples mouths everyday across the nation. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">How about I tell you, I have several art degrees... therefore I'm an artist, <u>on record</u>. Thus, being an artist, my writings are considered art. Sorry, you can't argue that, it'll stand up in the Supreme Court and the First Amendment too (I've had master degree courses, first year law too. Went spazzo, didn't get the degree, another story). So as an artist, I am constantly writing my works to evoke an “emotional response” so to best cover the largest number of 'like' individuals. You know, folks that immediately have an affinity for my work to begin with.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Man, with a write-up like that make your checks payable to..... or Paypal for $10K at <strike><a href="http://www.bullshit.com/" linkindex="88">www.bullshit.com</a></strike>..... That's not a real site, so don't go there, remember, “</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><b>humor</b></span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">” [<i>edit: actually I think it is... but I'm not supporting his ass unless he supports me... so there...</i>]</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">It just so happens my first couple of works happened to scare a bunch of folks off or so that's what my interpretation is (at the moment).</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">This blog is also designed with a cheap “trip to therapy” in mind.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Lets be honest. Somewhere, somehow shit has gotten out of hand. Each generation has always said that the next generation is for shit and the earth is going to hell, but I really do think this time we may be in store for the real thing.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I'm not crying Chicken Little here or the whole biblical Armageddon, broken eighth seal shit, but some of those religious nuts may start to pull out their trump cards in a minute and we won't be able to stop them.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">There are no more lands to explore anymore. So the idea of greedy land owners racing off to another territory to start over after they've raped and pillaged one place into oblivion (and are about to be prosecuted) is out of the question. I have already stated this about the middle east & we're seeing what greed's saturation has caused there. Now what's to happen in the 'more civilized' countries.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Folks, there's nowhere else to run. We're completely out of 'new territory'. We can't escape to a place where your hands can turn the soil, hard work pays for itself, common sense is its own reward, the law of the land.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">What I'm basically trying to say is; bring back part of our social past that so many of our futurists so vehemently oppose before we loose our humanity.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Pain, humility, humble, thanks, gratitude, moderation, maintenance, respect, seniority. Sure, everyone has a voice, but in fucking turn and just because your senior it doesn't mean we have to go with 'your' idea, but respect WILL be shown.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Naturally the younger generation WON'T understand this, they've been led to believe the spoon in their ass is there (placed by divinity) to feed them through the rest of their lives and that everyone owes them this. For which they owe nothing. As a parent, I understand wanting to give your kids the things you didn't have, but that's the worst thing you could have done to them.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I'm not saying they can't have it. What you should have given them was the tools to get it for themselves. Oh, you want a new bicycle? Then get up at 0600 with me for the next two weeks and help me put the roof on the house. When the child does “<u>exactly</u>” that, give them the money, take them to the store, they chose the bike and they take responsibility for it's upkeep. PERIOD! They were taught to fish.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Futurists want to bitch about cruelty and fairness. I say, “FUCK YOU!!!”</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">My kids still had bicycles and game machines, TVs and computers. But when the economy completely fails, my sons will walk to your door, knock, then take 3 steps back and lay their belongings down at the foot of your steps and wait for you to answer the door.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">As you answer the door, their hands will be fingers laced in front of themselves so you can see them. They will then ask if there is any work that needs doing around your property for a meal that day.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">They will then do that job with no bitching, no whining, no complaining with a yes Maam or Sir; to whom it was that answered. When the job is completed, they will ask if there is anything else. If not, they will wait outside until dinner time, a minimum of 30 feet from the house.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">After they eat, they'll thank you, and then they will completely leave your property.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">New (ish) parents... what would YOUR kids do?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">21 year old people or younger: one, could/would you have known to do the same thing, much less have done it? Two, do you have the guts to do it, much less the pride?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">This is why I'm writing the blog... </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-65832133073654313772011-04-15T17:45:00.000-07:002011-04-15T18:02:51.615-07:00Pedestrians... You DO NOT have the right of way...<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">The Department of Transportation and Corp of Engineers have designed most of the in town stop lights and traffic signals to be conveniently located for your viewing pleasure.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Therefore, I have deduced the following problems and solutions to the list of observations I have come in contact with over the last few years that I am “sure” you have noticed too.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">The white line at a traffic stop is a mandatory eighteen inches wide, don't fucking act like you don't see it. Stopping four car lengths behind the white line is pissing me off. I can't necessarily speak for everyone else, but I can't be the only one in the herd wondering why you feel the need to stop that far back and then stair blankly into space like a retarded child into a pin wheel toy. I can think of 1 good reason that I'll explain in a moment, but for right now...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Whether your car is $60K or a third time duct taped over 'hoopty', pull up to the fucking line. You're not bullshitting anyone into thinking you're getting a running start once the light goes green. Nor is the bullshit excuse that you can't see the signal going to float either. The actual light is located completely across the street: approximately 12 feet on an upright poles and 20 feet on an over head. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">So... if you're complaining that you can't see the traffic lights due to an obstruction within the vehicle? One, get the shit off the dashboard of the car that's in the way... you should have your ass smacked like a bongo drum in a heated voodoo ceremony for having put the shit there to begin with or: If you're blaming the design of the vehicle, you should still have your ass smacked to the tune of a Jello confectionery (you stupid fuck) because you still chose to buy the vehicle. [<i>you did test drive the damn thing, </i><i><b>didn't you</b></i><i>?</i>] </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Or, last on the “I can't see the traffic lights” excuse crew bitches posse addendum, the “Striking a “Pose” in the drivers seat so that everybody can see just how big of a [<i>here we go...</i>] dick, dumb ass, dork, asshole, pud whack, moron, ass wipe, prison bitch, clown crier, turd tackling, gerbil chasing, fudge flaking, stool boy you really are moron. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">NOTE TO AUTO ENGINEERS: Completely remove the reclining feature from the drivers side seat. Sure the customer wants it, but fuck'em. They can get into the passenger side and rest. Not to mention the fact aren't we (the US) having a problem with people falling asleep at the wheel anyway?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">To these twit twats I offer the simplest of solutions. Sit-the-fuck-up! Trust me, I'll respect you. Honest, no bullshitting. I'm not talking saluting you or anything like that, but you'll get a lot more respect rather than disdain. Sure as hell beats a definite single digit salute as you swerve at me and perpetuate bullshit racist innuendos of me, all the while maintaining your Hollywood stereotype that perpetuates “my” racist innuendo of you... Not exactly what the civil rights leaders had in mind back in the 60's.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Now, that I have 'seemingly' brought out a racist card, let me smack you in the mouth with this...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">If you're reading this blog chances are you are quite literate, well read indeed. I would go so far as to say that your synapse is firing pretty well, that cancer hasn't taken over, that wine and song isn't in the forefront of your reading pleasure quite yet and that you chose not to use the aluminum Nooks back in the day. Then the next comment may fall onto deaf ears, but I would hope that courage may be it's message to you. Let these next lines spring from the page and for once, let my voice be an echoed one through your voices and in turn, be a voice of many...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Here we go...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Sidewalks are made for walking on!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">There, I did it. Hopefully you folks out there said out loud. I know it was scary, but it needed saying. There are some ugly assed people out there that maybe one-on-one couldn't be told, but as a group, we can stand together and let our voices educate them.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I'm talking about these moronic fucks that have to walk right out in the middle of the fucking road in busy traffic when there are perfectly good sidewalks, safe of moving traffic to walk on!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Somewhere these dumb fucks heard that the law stipulates that pedestrians are always 'right' and always bear legal right of way. The only exception is when there is an attempt or successful suicide (by the pedestrian not the motorist. To bad). Otherwise, I assume it's just like it was back when motorists first started out with horseless carriages. You know, the guy with the car had to disassemble his vehicle to a point where the horse was no longer scared; so once the horse passed, then the guy could put his car back together again. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I can only assume that this is a new form of legal lottery these asshole are gambling with and are just hoping that you hit their ass. I have never in my life so wanted legislation to pass a “<u>Death Race</u>” clause over night with a passionate lust. I mean seriously... I have never seen such a serious case of “momma didn't teach you shit!” in my entire life.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Never have I seen more disregard for painted safety lines for pedestrian walks, bicycle pathways/right-of-ways or simply “look where the fuck your going” common sense etiquette from the human race in the last 30 years; and I'm not 'that' old. Talk about somebody having “pissed in the gene pool”...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Oh... and if you want to jump on some 'racist' beating band wagon again after my last tirade, you can blow that out your ass too. I've seen EVERY decrepit representation of humanity jangle their meat cheeks down the black ribbon of every imaginably neighborhood imaginable. I don't care if it was Beverly Hills, Mayberry, Cabrini Green or backwater redneck two tooth-ville, there was an offending idiot to lumber the street like a post apocalyptic zombie looking to retire early wit-dat-check. Moving on....</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">To the assholes that bother to see the red lights on the back of my car...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I don't know who read the drivers test to your illiterate ass when you took it at the licenses station, but you must have tossed a mean salad because they forgot to tell your stupid ass those lights on the back of my car means I'M STOPPING!!! Funny how you seem to be the same stupid fuck that can't get to the white line at a stop light, but you can sure as hell get within splitting an atom of my bumper when it comes to me braking. I really do refuse to believe they don't teach “safe distance” traveling in drivers education these days and I had a defensive drivers course in the military, so bullshit to that train of thought too.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I want to blame anti-locking brakes as being one of the #1 worst inventions of the twentieth century and probable cause of most accidents today as well. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> “He's full of shit again.” You may be saying and at face value, shallow as a puddle, you would be right; and that's why I brow beat most of the earlier would-be readers into not bothering to read.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Here's my argument. Anti-locking brakes... great in “panic only” situations. Like slides, dumb asses that don't know how to leave phones, texts, food and other situations alone while driving. Otherwise, “original” driving techniques (established long before ABS had been invented) should be used. Obviously, they're not.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Enter Little Bitches (if the show fits) that trust their breaks implicitly. These individuals sail up at 45mph in a 35mph zone up to a stop sign that intersect continuous traffic. Little Bitch literally waits until the last possible moment, (continually accelerating) the 25 to 30 foot ABS zone that the brakes will still stop the car before slamming on the brakes. The on coming traffic “doesn't know this!”, the optical illusion of the "stopping" car appears to be that of a car either not being able to or is incapable of stopping; thus the continuous traffic veers into itself causing one or more accidents. Little Bitch goes “duh”, not realizing or caring that 'they' were the cause and simply goes about their merry little way.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I really wonder if the insurance carriers have this little statistic in their repertoire?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Same case against ABS, is the six inch rule in changing lanes within moving traffic. Seems Little Bitch also thinks that ABS will keep he/she alive at 90mph on the interstate and 4 feet off my bumper as well.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I'm getting really pissed off with this having a couple of car lengths between me and the guy ahead of me only to have Little Bitch swoop in and close that gap down to four inches. We're not even moving any faster for fuck's sake!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">At time's like this I really would like to test the already bloated stupidity of our legal system... Here's the challenge; get a carry permit & have a fire arm in my car. Hypothetical situation here; let's say Little Bitch decides to pull the same stunt from above. That 'is' a major endangerment to my safety & well being, right? My family could be hurt, the damage to my car could in turn hurt someone else, I can't have that... so, I shoot out one of his tires on a long stretch of road. You know, away from endangered animals and endangered grasses & trees, spotted owls and that kind of shit, most certainly other people (can't have the Bleed Hips pissed here). For god's sake he tried to hurt me! Let's see them muddle over that one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I mean fuck him... He has ABS... I have IBS... We're all covered in something... </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">My point is, another technology made to be 'idiot proof' has once again made the 'perfect idiot'. To coin the proper phrase, “the more idiot proof you make the (choose the item or situation) the more creative the idiot”.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">You can't tell me that insurance companies haven't incurred a huge spike in the reports of rear end collisions since the mass introduction of ABS multiplied by Little Bitches with cell phones?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">And yet this shit not only sets itself up for another blog, it just writes itself... Folks... <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/banks-are-out-to-sodomize-your-kids.html" linkindex="17"><b>3LD</b></a>, I really can't make this shit up...</span></div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-50568808448724798482011-04-14T13:29:00.000-07:002011-04-14T13:29:04.068-07:00Did I miss something?<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">It seems that I have my first hate mail.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's what I'm calling it anyway.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was going to start off by writing something stupid like,. “I don't know where to begin...”, but then there are two sentences hanging above this one there in the dark...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I would have liked to dedicate this blog to a group of individuals for being really deep, dark, foreboding and thinking up an intellectual diatribe of information that just beat the living shit out of me for how I didn't investigate something deep enough, or misquoted my sources, or plain flat out kick me in the balls for being mean spirited.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Come to find out I was um... a potty mouth. And, “I don't like your politics.” ???? Whaa...? </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Speckled peckers of fucked herring, you have got to be kidding me?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">There were a couple of other issues, so long as I don't go into any grand detail; suffice to say border somewhere along the lines of owning a used car in relation to 'not' liking or continuing to read my blog. Clear as mud, right? Yeah, the reasoning sounded just as clear to me as well.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let's take it in one bite at a time.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well... I don't like the Republican party, so I didn't go to their convention. Can't bitch there, right? I'm not a Catholic either, so going into one of their services and complaining isn't wise, same for a Baptist service, Pentecostal and so on. So we can be straight forward with the political inclinations, but are we also talking about 'implied' politics? Possibly something within the subject matter?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The subject matter of the blog(s) as a whole, well... Um... One moment... Did you happen to read <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/russells-rules.html" linkindex="24"><b>Russell's Rules</b></a> at all? I shouldn't have to mention the fact, it is “MY” blog (also encompassed in <b>Russell's Rules) </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">and is so very easily rectified by writing your own fucking blog. Subjects are also 'subject' matter to satire... not that I want to make light of everything in the world today, but for shit's sake... It is getting to a point that things are both funny and 'not' funny. I'm taking both sides of the fence. Or splitting it down the middle; so much so that my nuts get to choose sides.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">But the take on profanity... Now we have to talk here... Russell's Rules covered this for one, so mentioning this for a third time is just pissing me off to no end. I mean ten blogs and I have to bold font Russell's Rules into the stratosphere? BULLSHIT!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you can sound off with Gunnery SGT Hartman's entire speech to his raw recruits from “Full Metal Jacket” only having seen the movie one time and yet it takes me several viewings; don't give me this shit about being 'put off' about profanity.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's like bitching about a $4 gallon of gas, but drive a vehicle that gets 6 miles to the gallon and do nothing to either make the vehicle more efficient or get a more efficient vehicle, period. I might even go as far as say to you bitch about how the country is being run, but be the kind of individual who had never registered to vote or turn up to actually cast it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Frankly, I don't want to waste my time writing a bunch on this particular subject matter in this blog. It's my tenth. I'm not making it political. I'm not going to whine. But I am going to say, it's people like this that I warned to stay far away. They'll get pissy and hurt, but have absolutely NO manner in which to validate WHY it makes them feel that way.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not to exacerbate the situation, but it isn't going to stop me. I would like to give them a fare reason to hate/resent/respect me for my position though. If nothing else, laugh in my face.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's quite simple actually; I don't believe in your God. Don't piss in my pool. I'm not gay. I'm not stupid. Your kid isn't the smartest on the planet. You're not God's greatest gift to (whichever gender). I'm not buying. You don't have the biggest dick. Your beaver isn't made of gold. The world exists for your spoil. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm not out to ruin someone's life here. I'm taking everyday observations and throwing my common sense (which this person seems to think I have failed or lost) at it with the assistance of an AT4 and seeing who's plate glass window it sticks to. If it goes through we'll look through that surface and see what's on the other side. If it doesn't, then we stop there and call it art. Fuck it; it's that simple. Like everything else, practice your fucking rights and change the fucking channel.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I would challenge my brother to some of this shit, but he really is a Republican (& I promised no politics) & he hasn't got the money to follow that kind of political structure so... what the fuck... I'm supposedly the dumb ass... Help me out here guys.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Different blog, different subject, different forum altogether...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> </div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-63608362125600218542011-04-14T10:35:00.000-07:002011-04-14T10:35:54.804-07:00The beatings will now commence....<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Bust that ass! Thank God almighty! Bust that ass! (presented in the same tone as Martin Luther King's “I Have a Dream” address of 1963) [<i>to those I have offended, </i><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/russells-rules.html" linkindex="62"><i><b>Russell's Rules</b></i></a>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Caught a news clip here a couple of night/days ago... would be happy to mention the news crew, but seeing/keeping with the whores-of-the-US campaign, they don't pay my ass to advertise, so I won't mention their name... however, they did give an indication that there is actually hope for the United States yet!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Seems that there are 20 states in the union who have refused to give up (not really the words I would have chosen) on 'capital punishment' in the school system for crimes in the classroom or against the school rules.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If you don't know what I'm talking about, what this means is if your little brat is acting up in the classroom, their teacher can take them out of the class and paddle his/her ass. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I am now taking a laughing break... Any of you who bothered to read my earlier blogs would already know this and at least hear me out before trying to have me committed or burning me in effigy (or both at the same time). A couple of you other hippies have probably spontaneously combusted which just sent me over the edge in hilarity and only made it harder to type this out. If it's any consolation, I've endured three ass beatings alone from my wife over it. But then that makes you just as big a hypocrite and now I'm laughing even harder at the line I just typed...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The basics... If your kids were already properly behaving, why did they get their ass' beat in school anyway? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I mean, if your child “would never do such a thing”; yet the teacher, half the class, the principle, the student teacher and the visiting superintendent ALL watched your little abortion-that-got-better set the class mascot on fire...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Fuck the whole 'send the kid to therapy'. I don't give a shit what deep rooted issues the little bastard has. YOU put those pyro maniacal ides there. Directly or indirectly, thus YOU take care of that at home. The ass-tagging takes care of the school situation. Did, done, over with. Get back to work.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hippies and bleeding hearts: Fuck Off. Yup. I grew up with the red ass of courage, administered via the 'board-of-education'. I haven't burned down any villages, raped any women, killed any puppies, tortured any kids (although mine will argue that one), I haven't even burned ants with a magnifying glass. Matter of fact, several of the paddlings I got in school were from fighting. And for your information, you can take that Gepetto enhanced nose your looking down at me with and poke it right up my ass while your at it: those fights were for sticking up for kids that couldn't fight for themselves.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Am I a hero? Nope. Can I prove it? Nope. Does it make me special? Yup. Because I know what it means to keep doing the right thing despite the cost.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So the Bleeds & Hips will yap that all I learned was avoid the behavior in school. To which my retort would be is that you are dead wrong. I got much better at hiding my crimes. Especially when it came to fighting. Bullies were predisposed to being idiot assholes, no matter what. I made it my job to become their target, which is what “I” wanted (sick, right?). So I learned martial arts of all forms and entertained myself in brand new schemes to no end.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet the Bleeding Hips are still yapping that it had no affect on me or the bullies I speak of.... That this still has no relevance on teacher violence on students in the classroom or the advancement of our society. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">OK, OK, “maybe” you're right... “I” was standing in the trees to give you a proper or fair analysis. It was “my” ass in this little experiment. However, the other kids definitely didn't seem to want to share in the festivities when I went into the hallway as it came time for my ass to serve penance for my contribution for the devil's work. The faculty never seemed to hide their reaction every time I noticed the teacher's eyes, as he/she would bow their head in negative compliance when they would have to render sentence on me; knowing that I stood up for someone lesser physically.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The Bleed Hips don't have to write me & tell me that vigilantes are illegal, I know they are; but when an entire neighborhood of people can hear & see your daughter being raped and murdered and do nothing to get involved...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My point is, I never got swatted for having a wise ass answer for who George Washington was or for playing around in the bathroom (unless it was for plugging up the toilets).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I remember this time, fifth grade. Kid had a tough time growing up. It's not an excuse, we all had a tough time, just some folks around this kid chose not to help him out and this is what we got... One day in class, apparently he is having a rough day. The teacher (male) didn't really like him; this particular day he seemed to be riding him a bit more than usual as well. Teacher was standing basically in the middle of the room, instructed the class to put the work their currently doing away and get their math books out (won't ever forget this); he mutters something to this kid, but I couldn't hear what it was. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I didn't think anything of it, because this teacher always had 'coach' like things to say to the class all the time. Knowing this kid as I did, I can guarantee he countered with a quiet but direct “fuck you”.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">WHACK!!! Strait to the floor! The sound of that kid's body hitting the floor was almost the same as that man's open hand against the side of the kid's head.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The classroom went dead silent. I mean even the clock on the wall didn't hum. a few seconds passed, the kid rubbed out the knot on the back of his noggon and looked up at the teacher. The teacher looked down at him and with no malice in his voice, calmly told him to go sit down and get his math books out. At recess, if he would please, he and the principle would would have a chat. That was it. I "NEVER" heard another word about that affair again.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Of course, today's repercussions would be legendary. All the armchair general parents would bloat & boast of a huge pair of nuts and give a grand tail of what kind of beating they would reap on that teacher (which is all bullshit & you people know it). Yet, I find it a great mystery...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Why is it I (statistically) see so many ginger tits, that have everything handed to them, oodles of hugs, mummy & duddy up their asses 24/7 never any truly harsh punishment, turn on them like a starved jackal when the shit hits the fan. Yet I see a young kid that acts like a piece of shit, go into the military (as an example), get treated like the p.o.s. that he/she is, is forced to “earn” even the slightest bit of respect, their meals, their clothes and only then after several years of service, return home to show thanks to his/her folks for their sacrifice (if that's what they really did, sometimes home isn't so hot).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“It's abuse!!!” I can here the Bleeding Hippies pissing & bitching now. “You can't touch my child!!! They don't know better!!! You must show them!!!” Did you fuckers ever read a history book? Ever hear of the Hitler Youth?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It's abuse to let your little inbred loose in the class room, robbing everybody of their education too. So how about you pay me for the class time my kid lost while your 'planned parenthood' rebate check shits his pants and while you're at it, cut a check for Homeland Security because the rules say we're not supposed to bodily remove “Whoops, I should have swallowed”...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Take for instance the same news network that aired the fat ass eight year old that got pepper sprayed. One, he got off lucky. Two, his mom should have got sprayed & douched (because pregnancy is the last thing this ignorant bitch needed) because TV broadcast was NOT what this broad needed to prove her case. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">My point... Dumb ass is playing pud-fucker of the week and has now brought the wrath of the police on himself for the third time. Spotty as the story is, his ignorant ass started or completed a shiv and brandished at the police. Being a 250lb, prior military individual myself, yes, disarming a portly, stupid ass kid of his weapon and hauling him off to the hoosegow would probably be no problem, but I wasn't there and I haven't been around 'this' particular abortion clinic escapee.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As I am sure the teachers did in my school back in the day with paddling, the cops did with portly fuck, they whipped out the pepper spray and gave him a dose & after he barfed up his chicken nuggets and 6 month old toe jam, they cuffed his ass & hauled him off; all for the educational benefit of the other kids.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“That” is the key element. “<u>The benefit of the other kids.</u>” Beefaroni is already a fuck-up. Between the township, the cops and the third strike with this kid, it is a golden engraved name plaque over this kid's head for the rest of this kid's life. Tub-o-guts for a mother rifling through her redneck idea of Revere Legal Publisher's library of what her kid's rights are supposed to be is bullshit. She proved that after multiple re-runs of the news cast showing she blazed through that month's cash assistance on lottery tickets, so the legal lottery was an obvious stop on her priority list.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I mean where the fuck was she when it came time to teach her kid how to behave in the classroom to begin with? She did great slurring her way through a drunken interview and how the family is on a first name basis with local law enforcement. It's on the world news and everyone in the world forum knows it now. You know, any time China wants a fucking reason to make a margin call on the US' debt loans, I'm sure they won't waste any time drumming up this little gem as a 'proof of intent to work' line item. Way to go...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">In all the small towns I grew up in for the longest while, the town bullies knew that I wasn't to be fucked with and at least while class was in session, don't be messing with some of the quiet kids either. The cops may have known my face, but they never knew my name & to the best of my knowledge, they didn't know where I lived; or at least they let me go about my business with that illusion.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's my point: EVERYBODY bitches that prison isn't tough enough (sans the guys serving in the lock-up). “You send them in and they just turn right back around and do the same thing all over again...”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Those folks with kids... does this sound familiar? Got an expensive item you don't want them messing with and yet their finger prints are streaked all over it? Bet if you slap the piss out of that hand they'll leave it alone.***</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm not talking about beating the tar out of everybody and every living thing here.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Your child is running into a busy street (don't give me this shit it won't happen either).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">ASKING them to come back ain't going to cut it. Fear turns to adrenaline rage of flight, you grab the child at the last second, you might tag that ass and then you stare them in the eyes with the same rage of concern and demand of attention for “THEIR” safety. You probably bellow at them a short lesson about listening to you and like most kids they tear up from confusion & terror.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It's here that you take command of how the learning process is going to continue from here on out. As you have gathered, a 'biff' and a 'tag' have been a staple of my kids, but not endless smorgasbord that I was forced to feed from as a kid.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Others have had it better, some much worse. The debate could go on aud nausea and both sides of the fence could have met with equally dismal failures. BUT it does start at home! Raise your own damn kids! It's not the state's, school's or my job. Get off your fat ass and do it your gyotdamn self.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Trust me, if your kid is a fuck-up, we'll know. Some of us have one too, but they don't get to 'just give up' either. I'll be blogging on that a little later too...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">*** Blow it out of your ass about moving the item to where the kid can't get to it either. One, the little fucker will build a pyramid out of tissue boxes and family pets to get to the damn thing just to spite you because they think they have a spiritual right to touch the damn thing. Two, YOU are the fucking adult ARE YOU NOT!?! That item is yours. It stays where you placed it and unmolested, period: the fuck trophy can conform or pay the consequences. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-56976350401346039142011-04-13T10:03:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:19:36.110-07:00Armageddon... No, not the movie...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Last time we were together I spoke about a conspiracy that told of the earth ending somewhere around the tune of about 4 years from now.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now's about the time a whole slew of you fuckers start taking flight from a high power line like a murder of crows strait from a scene out of a Hitchcock film, spouting off about my having donned the double sided billboard, tin foil helmet and touting the “prophet of doom” speech. Pointing your fingers, “That was what “you” were going to spin it into.” </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Spin”... isn't that the new word for “lie” now? That's like saying “heavy petting” instead of jerking off or finger banging. Where the longest time social elitists and basically uptight people have always been trying to find a way of 'saying it, without having to say it'; leave it to the uncouth advertising agencies of today and Hollywood turds/writers to break the molds (yeah, right; me & a bunch of drunken old people have been doing it for eons) of “proper etiquette” to finally just come right out and blather the cold hard fact of whatever is they're selling.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It's our society's inability to deal with the truth that seems to merit painting the offending situation in a gray pallor. Case in point... last time I wrote on how we (society) had 'tangled & twisted' everything we do so tightly around the removal of guilt that adults can no longer tell a child (or another adult for that matter) the simple rules of what is right or wrong. Bet you still can't do it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Mommy/Daddy, is it wrong to steal?”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Yes dear. You shouldn't steal.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“But what if you're family is starving?”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some of you fuckers just had a brain freeze right there. I challenge that very subject for why our world/society is going to have a little mini-Armageddon here IN ABOUT 4 Years.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Russ has lost his shit for sure...” Yeah, right. And the last Republican president can easily be recorded as a religious zealot, just as radical as the morons running around in the sand as the media is presenting them to be over in the middle east right now... Remember, the Reagan's had astrologers come in and do a little magic of their own as well during their stay at the white house too. [<i>yes, yes, it was more so Nancy, but she is the president's wife...</i>}</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If our society simply said, “stealing is WORNG! Punishment is the equivalent of labor twice the value of the bread...” then there probably wouldn't be a huge issue. But there always going to be an asshole that says he can't get a hard-on anymore because of the violation due to the theft and then the money loss due to the hens that won't lay eggs cause of the midnight break in and, and, and … fuck him in the post toasty, gristly nostril, you crusty shorts troll. Equally, if the thief that stole the bread pulled a gun and emptied the cash drawer, hit the baker, raped the daughter... we get the idea.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Where it has gotten grossly out of hand is the grinding halt that our legal system thinks it needs to be in order to seek justice. Wrapping something up in complexity and mystery won't keep people cowering in fear forever. I'd like to call it the <b>shady tree mechanic effect </b>of social evolving.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">When cars entered the mainstream of transportation and folks became more comfortable using them, garages started popping up all over the nation. At first, the garages were sponsored by oil companies and the actual garages that manufactured the vehicles. Later, the garages associated with the manufacturer’s were just that, just with the places that you bought the car, the oil companies were repairs associated with where you bought fuel, but what I'm interest with are the garages that sprouted up in fringe areas that couldn't support a garage by a major manufacturer. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">These guys were the wizards of their time and here's why. They weren't educated by the assembly lines of Detroit. They didn't have any of the expensive manuals, chances are they didn't have many or any of the catalogs for the parts. They simply had the guts to get under the hood and turn a wrench to figure out what made the damn things tick. Once they did, the knowledge they garnered separated them from all the other garages... they shared their knowledge with EVERYBODY. They didn't make it a secret.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So, once 'you' figured out that it really only cost about $20 to change your oil and how easy it was to do, why the hell would you have the garage do it for $45, right? Unless your a Greedy prick with money to burn. So now, the garage charges $25 to change your oil. That's a fair price for not getting your hands dirty in my book & the mechanic get's to get his kids notebooks for school too.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The LAW went the same way back in our country's infancy. You killed somebody, you got your ass hanged. It was also COMMON SENSE law. If you stole something and were cornered with the crime, you were told to empty your pockets. There was none of this “rights” shit. Embarrassing, hell yes. If you were acting guilty, then chances you were up to something that needed your ass being busted. There was also a good chance that you didn't go to jail either. You damn sure got thrown out of the store and never got to shop there again unless you asked the store manager (politely!) and he walked next to you the whole time. That's the penance you paid for being a fuck up.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Humiliation. I learned it and despite my wife and a few of the fucked up American populace of the United States, I have done my level best to teach it to my kids. And a few other fucked up kids while their parents were looking or not too.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hey, if aren't going to raise your miserable shitty little kid, then fuck you in the mouth with my whale sized prick when I step up to do the job. I grew up when it was still kosher to get your ass smacked by a total stranger for 'smart-assing', then taxi-ed back home, handed back to your folks and then entertained with another ass beating for having 'smart-assed' a complete stranger.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now I get the pleasure of growing up correctly by having a three year old snot nose, I don't even know, telling me to go fuck myself? Not twice in a row mind you and definitely not by the kid standing next to him if they happen to see the aftermath once I get hold of the little shit, then it's “yes sir, no sir”... I don't even let a fresh off-the-boat from Afghanistan Marine tell me that without the proper Sergeant at the end of that sentence (respect gyotdamnit!). </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">All of this in less than about 35 to 40 years by my calculations. I have bore witness to people literally fighting for rights and liberties (just common ones, nothing special), to the point they are literally debating the very definition of the word “<u>NO</u>”. Now, with all the rights, lack of humiliation, dilution of sin/guilt and the ambiguity of whether a crime has even been committed, people are pure plain, piss pot, flat fucking tired of it and there will be a revolt. What kind of 'revolt', I can't narrow it down that far, but I can probably get it close.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's what it's becoming so far.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Greed fuckers... Money and lies have taken most of the cash and stock piled it into a hole where most people can't get to it fast enough to do themselves any good. Either to buy food, storage, housing, weapons, whatever the means that the word “cash” gives access to and makes it necessary for a person to feel safe in a time that is akin to “the calm before the storm”. When the shit really starts to get bad and you need to get at your 'money', you may be in really big trouble! The biggest indicator here will be that banking hours will be less convenient or wiring funds will have a lot more “down for servicing”issues. You've been warned.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">This is Greed's bullshit idea of control. With financial control there is an illusion that everything else will tow the line and fall into place. These people are also the ones who look down their noses and think that their paled hands built your homes and Prada shoes built your highways. Far from true in our little Armageddon... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Liers as a whole... I'm not talking about the silly bastard that said 'I love you' so he could get into your panties last night after the bar date either (silly twat). I'm talking about much more pressing matters than some fucking Saturday night diddle drama shit that a small dose of Ranger candy and some pasta can't cure inside of 15 minutes.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I'm talking about a group of people who could be both pitied and despised, interchangeably or together. These people are a group that went into a distinguished career with originally noble goals that then got polluted into the cesspool that it is now, or they got into it fully knowing that it is a clamoring narcissistic way to make a buck. These individuals are also the ones who make policies governing nations. Policies on how you spend you money, where & how the money is taken from you (that you earned) and how it is spent, what nations are defended, who we go to war with & why, what you can do with your body... the list begins to become daunting and strangely intertwines into Greed's twisted plot and ever expanding belt-line.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The sad thing about Liers is that they end up believing their own bullshit (bullshitters are another breed altogether, but everyone usually sees them coming). Liers that once stood for a noble cause, can become jaded and then lose faith. Then we all know how that can turn out.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My point to all this is: The Greed, Liers and Bullshit artists have all masterminded their way into the mainstream so deep that the proper thinkers who could retake control of the situation have sat back too long trying to formulate a proper plan to get them out of there (“there” is metaphor for places of power). Obviously if these guys stay in power for much longer their removal is going to take an even more radical procedure. Think I'm kidding? I hinted at in </span><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/capitalism-is-dead.html" linkindex="18"><b>Capitalism</b></a><span style="font-weight: normal;">. It's being played out on the news networks every evening and has cyclically played out historically since record keeping took place.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Our mini-Armageddon is going to look something like the labor strikes back in the late 70's & early 80's, but more condensed. Meaning, instead of different organizations taking their leave at different times, each at their chosen moments (and most for modest amounts of time) I believe that the nation will (not necessarily as a conscious effort) act as one and strike as one giant labor force against (pluh, bullshit whomever).</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My hope would be that it would start a new grass roots movement back to common sense law, ass beatings (non gender specific; start from toddler & move past Donald Trump), truth in advertising, flat taxes, death penalties for pedophiles, no professional politicians and a slew of other (not necessarily) simple social/infrastructure solutions that could lead to getting the US back to being not a great place, but back to being the greatest place on earth.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">But don't you dare put words in my fucking mouth... I still wouldn't trade her for anything...</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-2615278626874196662011-04-10T13:38:00.001-07:002011-04-10T13:38:44.905-07:00Apple Computers... They simply suck.<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Actually it's not necessarily the computers themselves that I can't stand. Oh, the thought of all that programming bloat overkill for the benefit of user friendliness getting in the way of actual processing headroom tends to be a bit much; conversely, a wildly popular OS being the target for every dickless entity trying to bring it down with a few lines of code so he can giggle in mommy's basement covered in a 3 day old, 6 layer crusted over coat of his own spooge while seeking no other worldly notoriety is equally aggravating.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">So what's the problem? Let me count the ways...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Soft, round and helpless as Steve Jobs looks, the man is a power tripping, peter stretching, screeching child who's still loose on the playground driving the lunch room staff nuts in an attempt to 'make' the other children do what 'he' wants them to do. Basically, he wants everyone to follow his rules to the letter of his law and no other.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">So, Steve, as acting director of Radical Problem Solving Department, here's your solution... Take a small chunk of that free & clear cash you've got lodged in that tight ass of yours and buy a comfortable sized island. Furnish it to your liking and then populate it with all the ass kissing populace that will 'yes' you into a terminal hard-on of your dreams. Those that don't tow the line or make the cut, Reality TV & boot their scrawny ass off. Problem solved.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Stevie Boo Boo also has a problem with the hardware issues of his machinery too. He doesn't OWN the inner workings of the damn things. Fucker NEVER did. He has used off the shelf shit JUST LIKE everybody else. That doesn't mean that he hasn't gone and consigned designers to reformat hardware to conform to unconventional cases or containers, thus making it so you had to buy “his” version of the hardware. Meaning, take an off the shelf motherboard, bend it into the shape of a dog licking his balls, patent the hell out of that shape, pay pennies for an artist to put a box around the fucking thing, charge “fuck you” money for the 'privilege' to own said 'on of a kind' dog-peter festival computer.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Not being a bed buddy to the man I couldn't tell you 100% how it is that you can't 'just' run the Apple OS on your machine, but I do know that there is an architecture specific language that have to be met. Thus Steve can “mandate” that only one piece/set of hardware be made so that only one set of code/instructions be written so that only one piece of code becomes “perfect” and thus gives the consumer the illusion of a superior product is actually being produced. [<i>round & round we go</i>] </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Yet it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that if you want to put a better video card in your Apple the card maker had better have his shit together, because Stevie ain't gonna help. Now that's not to say Billy's boys aren't going to be chomping at the bit either, but Billy ain't so tight with his code that he doesn't he doesn't slide it over to the card makers and let them have a go at it either.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Steve also wants all his stuff to look the same. It's not good enough that he's got the damned glowing apple with the bite missing out of it (which is already a hint that he's taken a bite out of your food), but it has to look like the same damn thing you bought 15 years ago. Fuck that. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I've got 2 computers in my house. One looks like the Terminator... well, actually flat black and sleek with all kinds of lights & businesslike. The other... It looks like the Terminator shot the shit right out of it! Matter of fact, it's what I'm typing this blog out on. I've got the damn thing spread out over three quarters of the top of my desk (this ain't no Wally-world POS either). That's the beauty of an IBM clone (to use the vernacular of an old scholar), you don't have to be roped to the confines of a whiny designer who had two computers for you that year (would you like design “yes or design “no”). Which leads me to the biggest problem with the whole thing despised by those not into Apple... which I believe is displaced and should have been a loathing for Steve Jobs instead.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Upgrade choices. For the longest time (not real sure these days, although I fear it's still the same) most upgrades on Apples (originally Macs) were slightly more memory and “no”. The IBM formatted machines still seem to be a “skies the limit” format. Which is, yes, an equal pain in the ass, but also a grandiose blessing in disguise... PCs could be as simple as a couple sticks of memory, the CPU, a video card, motherboard, sound card or a any combination of a myriad of things limited by what you wanted or your particular monetary confines are at the moment.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Case in point. Steve wants the ability to retire on each sale, of each device he sells and on each title of software that passes under the barcode scanner in the Apple store. Fuck him!!! </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">WARNING – WARNING – NERD SPEAK - One fucking Apple computer... that sits in the floor. That has a quad core processor, 3 Gigs of ram (that doesn't float my nuts [<i>which is a trick, cause I got big nuts</i>]), 1 terabyte HDD and a really good video card (we're gonna give them this one).... Ready... a chest opening, claw hammer to the nuts, nostril raping $2500!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">That's no kiss. No movie. No dinner. No lube. I didn't even get to take a deep breath. All I got on that one was the bleeding. All you get with this bitch is the OS and the freebie shit that is built into the OS... No monitor. Hell, I don't even think I saw a keyboard or mouse either. Damn.... $2500... </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I'll write another blog on”market based pricing” and that sham that surrounds its definition later, but Apple marketers telling you that they'll pay for shipping is no consolation whatsoever. I believe that cost will be covered by either the ever so racist “slow boat from China” shipping method or the “punk ass minimum wage college twerp” from one of the the closest college campus' that continues to squeeze profits from the lazy to learn, instant gratification formatted coeds and faculty. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">If Apple's doing you such a favor, I'd like to know how much they're saving you? That being the case, I'll spend the few bucks to go traverse the basement hallways into the basement of the communications building and stare into the glassy eyes of the stoner fuck who's keeps trying to convince me that he was attached to a combat unit while in Iraq as a photo journalist. Yet he can't tell me who the unit was? He had their picture right sitting behind himself on a shelf, that he supposedly took, but didn't know the platoon! Fucking bitch... anyway... Stevie nor Billy were combat photographers either...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">So in contrast, I went to Dell's website. For the record, I don't really like Dell. At all... really. But I went poking around to see how hard I'd get fucked there. Cause, that's what I would expect when I go there. I'm a PC guy. I've seen the commercials.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">First button I hit is the $1600 button. I mean, the fisrt option Apple gave me was the $2500 suppository, so I took the $1600 one from Dell... I am trying to keep things fair here. RIGHT out the fucking bucket I get a computer with almost three times the memory, the same HDD space and the same video card. So I went customizing... why? One, cause Steve is an asshole * & won't let you or doesn't think you're capable of changing the dynamics of his machinery and two, cause, it's an Alienware... *[<i>sorry I broke </i><i><b><a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/russells-rules.html" linkindex="17">Russell's Rule</a> *</b></i>] The Customizations included: Let's see, MUCH bigger processor, maximum 16GB of ram (allowable by law), 2TB HDD (same as Apple), 2 video cards BETTER than that offered by Apple and my FULL HD monitor; that ought to do it</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Oh, well... shit... $2550... $50 over budget. Not to mention I'll probably feel another alien 'something' (probe probably) around my ass when it comes to shipping, but let's see what we really have here.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Wouldn't you know it... that's with an included mouse, keyboard, surround sound audio, monitor, enough memory that if you know how to 'nerd out' you can run the entire operating system from ramm, a bluray “burner”, DUAL video cards: the machine stomps the shit out of the Apple equivalent. Mechanically. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">It seems to me that Steve is behind the whole hate/love obstruction over why there hasn't been a bigger sales revenue into the Apple market. Personally, I just won't buy an Apple. It's over priced,.bloat and I won't do it. Take that $500/$600 iPud and knock it down to $179; a bunch of those apps down to about $10 to $15 apiece, then we'll talk. Touch technology is great too; till you scratch the piss out of the screen and god fucking forbid if the battery dies out on one of these Apple devices... </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Repairs (Apple products in general) on one of these damn things is so cost prohibitive that (can you say S T E V E ?) it really is better to just go and purchase another new device. A PC interfaced device usually runs from replaceable batteries or is so easily backed up (your media) to the computer that replacing the device isn't near the hassle, leaving you to wonder about all that "user friendly" interface. Plus, are you giving anything up (private info) with all that, with or without your knowledge and to what degree?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">There's a REASON I won't buy an APPLE computer. Equally so, that's why they don't build WINDOWS computers. Just cause it's got a “Name” on it, doesn't mean it's “worth” the price.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">****In keeping with my own sense of “fair play“, I have in deed called Steve Jobs several unsavory names. One could say 'hurtful'. Yes, I did this in a public forum and on the world stage. And at the time of this writing, given the head count, I'm not exactly shaking in my boots at the number of minds that I will contorting... I just don't see a throng of children wading in pools of chosen Jello, with printouts of this blog, chanting some hidden mantra they found between the lines...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Good fucking lord! If Steve himself wants to take out a couple of full pages in the Wall Street Journal and write something heinous in retort about this blog (which given his monetary stature and 'world' clout, I don't really see him giving me the time of day much less a sentence about a fucking potty-mouthed blog) to the tone of my love lust with equestrians, then have a fucking go at it.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Does this mean I am on Bill Gates dick washing crew? Perish the thought... I don't know who gave this chode the fucking idea that $150 for a fucking OS was a good idea, but that clan needs their peckers stapled to their foreheads too. Not that it's his fault directly, but he started the dominoes falling, so I scream 'guilt by association'.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">In a nutshell... It's all Greed again. Eventually these fuck-tards are going to learn that when you make it available to 3 people as apposed to only .005 people, you really will make more money. But they went to the school of assholes. Don't worry guys, I'll get to you in the next couple of blogs...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658443679313913170.post-59089376703304554642011-04-06T12:48:00.000-07:002011-04-06T12:48:00.230-07:00Capitalism is dead...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Capitalism as we know it or were originally educated to believe it to be, is dead.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So before going over the medical examiner’s report as to how he was actually assassinated, be forewarned. I'm not sparing anyone's 'feelings' here. Facts are I could finger you as an accomplice, either bystander or full-on gun smoking. No, I'm not mentioning names here. It's all hypothetical and in a blanketing fashion. We are ALL guilty to one degree or another, but I'm not going to just stand by and let the 'guilt-by-association' continue to take it in the ass any more. Therefore, let the truly guilty stand judged.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">As I'm not the righteous, I'm most certainly not the one standing over Capitalism's corpse with the weapon still smoking either. In a super condensed nutshell, capitalism was supposed to be the process of producing something (A), selling it for a profit (B) and then taking that profit and reincorporating it back into the business, minus the expenses it takes to run and maintain said business.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So long as you maintain the status quo, this 'should' maintain a healthy business structure, blah, blah, blah... Now, without all the business moguls getting a huge baby raping boner ready for my asshole, I do indeed know that there are extenuating facts surrounding business ownership than simply 'buying & selling'. For those folks, I'm not an idiot [<a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/banks-are-out-to-sodomize-your-kids.html" linkindex="25"><b>Banks & Sodomy</b></a>], I used to own a business too. I got out of it because I refused to become a criminal in order to keep it. Next contestant...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">The “reason” Capitalism died is because there was no room at the table for him/her and Greed. There he is. We all know about his nasty ass. We punish our kids for behaving Greedy. Well some of us do. Some of us think it's cute/funny when our portly little fucker jumps into the Easter fray, knocking all the other little kids out of the way to get the candy, being crude or showing off that they have something newer or nicer than another child has or can afford.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">We know what Greed is. That son of a bitch has been around since humans have been shitting in the dust, so there's no sense in me defining it. No to mention the fact that it has been the prime motivator for humankind to pack our shit and move to another continent once its impact has reached a level so disproportionate that a group of people have to get the hell away to regroup and find a level of harmony again. I don't know, British taxation and the American revolution ring a bell? [<i>No, it wasn't the 'only' thing, but it certainly was a huge contributor</i>]</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's jump ahead about 150 years to the stock market crash of 1929. 'Most' everything is done by small business owners. The American dream is being fought for the best that they can. Forgetting about deplorable work conditions of some of the jobs of the time or the piss poor hiring & firing terms: so long as everyone was following Capitalism's guidelines there was a general consensus that there was indeed a time of prosperity. Until that fateful week in October when all hell broke loose.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Some of you folks reading this aren't going to believe the next line, but here goes: there are experts to this day who still haven't a clue to the discernible factors that caused the crash. Granted, they have several indicators and hints, but no real stack or small pile of dead flies indicating what caused the economic demise. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">However, you can damn sure get a big room full of wealthy big dicked, “spinning”, long horned bulls will swear up & down that it was caused large in part due to the over stressed farm lands & displaced farmers who couldn't pay for their farms and then “there you have it”; a basic form of what happened 2008 with the housing lending fiasco.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">There's a basic problem with this explanation here folks. One, anybody with this kind of money doesn't have a peter that big and secondly, most greedy assholes think they're smarter than everyone their standing next to. <a href="http://onlyinrussellsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/banks-are-out-to-sodomize-your-kids.html" linkindex="26">3LD</a>, when you complicate a lie in order to hide it, you make it easier to see.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hopefully I'll explain this right... Just like 2008, 1929's crash happened because a bunch of lazy assholes didn't want to work for their money. Greed killed Capitalism & stole his identity. Pasted his picture over his drivers license and everything. Then took mom & pop's money and with every $10 he would then buy a $100 stock option with it (you buy the stock with $10 down owing $90, it's called "buying on the margin"). </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now the whole stock market business 'thing' get's mired down in so many lies & so thick that even maggots get nauseated, but suffice to say these assholes would wait for the stock prices to grow exponentially and like fruit, ripen and then sell them off. The problem with this (I can only presume at this point) is that kind of “something-for-nothing” money making scam wasn't acceptable behavior in the European market, especially the German market (who were tired of being ass raped economically in the world market at the time).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So when Bubba Bloated Nuts went to bed the night before thinking he was going to wake up to another mattress loaded full of free cash the next morning, he instead woke to a margin call from the Germans & Dutch that cleaned both him and his investors entirely out (which could have been a bank[s]).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Jump track, Greed, flash forward 70 years, "rumor had it" financially speaking our country was supposedly 'flush' when Clinton was on his way out the door in January, 2001. No politics you pricks... just try to stick to the facts here. When in fact we as a nation haven't been 'flush' ever. Oh, we've been in a comfortable working state... if a habitual gambler sees that last $300 he lost 4 hours ago make back to his stack as being workable as an indication, then yeah, I suppose that's it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's just say I tossed back a couple vodka & tonics and kicked in Sherman's front door demanding that we fly back to 1985 and get a full understanding of just what the hell is going on with the US' finances. Well, after snatching lady liberty's check book and raising an eyebrow to her blatant disregard for shitty book keeping from <a href="http://www.treasurydirect.gov/govt/reports/pd/histdebt/histdebt_histo4.htm" linkindex="27"><b>1975 to 1985</b></a> (seems she wanted to round up to the nearest million, no dollars or cents), there doesn't really seem to be a huge amassing of expenditures. To the layman it seems normal. God forbid, common sense.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It's all the way from <a href="http://www.treasurydirect.gov/govt/reports/pd/histdebt/histdebt_histo4.htm" linkindex="28"><b>1984</b></a> until <a href="http://www.treasurydirect.gov/govt/reports/pd/histdebt/histdebt_histo5.htm" linkindex="29"><b>2010</b></a> that I want to play the part of disgruntled 3 year old when I look at how much money has been flowing out of the old checking account. When I say, “You have got to be fucking kidding me!!!” I simply can't stress that enough! There is literally a steady $250 to 300 Billion increase in spending each year!!! And those are only the figures reported for public record. I'm sure there is more from drug seizures, weapons sales and other forms of commercial sales that don't concern American citizens (I'm practicing my first amendment right to be a smart ass) that would also bolster these number as well).</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Granted, conspiracy 'could' run amok & we could flow endless rivers of what was/were, wax poetic of patriotism & our different involvements... that's not going to tackle what I'm getting at here. My particular point here is war and Greed have killed Capitalism. The thought that rotating funds in & out of a war effort is/was a way to get the economy back on track as well as uniting the American people behind a common good.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Russell!!! You're going off on another one of your tangents again you wordy fuck!!! Make your fucking point!!!”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">OK, simply put, Greed is keeping the lie simple. “Give me all your money and I'll make you rich.” Meanwhile, your breaking your ass doing what is expected, following the American dream (or dying for it). That's great!!! I just bought a new car. The wife's car will be paid off in 2 more years. I want a new addition to the house and the oldest will start college in 5 years. I deserve these things.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">However, 10 years down the road, your wife has a new 2 seater, you've grabbed up the first six months of your eldest student loans, the youngest is now in college and you're still paying on the finished edition. You “just” turned on the TV and it just so happens that you catch your good ole buddy Greed on the evening news in handcuffs grinning like a Cheshire cat; the cops are reporting something about not having the slightest clue where your money is nor where 300 other folks is either. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So in a blinding rage of panic and confusion you haul ass to his office the next morning to get your money back (because your bank has all but forgotten you ass), instead you're greeted by Greed's platoon of lawyers who tell you that there will be no law suit because there were stipulations in your contract stating that there was always a possibility that you may lose your investments, given that it's high pay off structure were due to it's equally high risk factors. Each lawyer smile condescendingly in turn and hands you a copy of your contract, stapled, strangely pre-folded to the proper pages and each context highlighted. Now what's your stance on torture?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Were you a Greedy fuck too? Yup. Were you as bad as that nasty bastard? Yup! You financed his ass to play the game and when he won, you won too, so don't give me this shit that you lost when the police hauled him off to jail. Seems to me that the rules would say your ass should be in the pen with him. Oh, you weren't conniving or premeditatively malicious, but you always had a thought in your mind, “With more money in my pocket, I'm better than...you.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Granted, this is just a blanketed story. This wasn't the case with Bernie, but there sure was hell some other rat bastards that kept his balls mighty clean that we didn't hear about and I will most certainly be writing about them next time... I "do" understand there is a flip side to the coin.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's a summary hard nutted in a shell...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Rich assed GREEDY dictators of the Arab countries are starting to get their nuts handed to themselves. It's just like it was back in our feudalistic societies, we're seeing our history played out in these countries as their technology and societies start to catch up to ours. I.e., where Greed reaches a saturation point and the poor masses have had enough.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Greed has reached a saturation point in the 'more developed' nations and 'we' have damn sure hit a saturation point. I would say it's more akin to “the shit ditch has over run the banks and backed up into the baby's room to the point the kids are making turd dolls”... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It is literally so fucking bad that conspiracy couldn't write this. And yet I'll write it. It is actually quite simple it's mind boggling. Greed, from a laymen involvement level upward, has gotten so bad: and our ability as a society to remove the guilt from what we are doing has complicated the issue of what is simply right or wrong, that I would venture a guess that a low (very low level) world Armageddon is due somewhere in the next 4 years.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Think I'm full of shit? Yeah... The FBI is probably going nuts about now, but I'm not trying to buy out Reynolds Wrap or flat black spray paint for my basement windows yet, but for interest common sense observations, take a look at my next blog and see what you think.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">It's not like I'm talking about glowing in the dark here... cut me some slack here.</div>Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433046909313315119noreply@blogger.com0