Seven Day Meat Keeper

There are two kinds of people in this world: Those with loaded guns, and those who dig... ...You dig, my friend.

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"...Everybody is somebody else's stupid."

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Black Man Attacks Black Woman
For Being A White Man

Oooh Dawg, watch out for Spike Lee. Did you get to check out this tirade about Condoleeza Rice?

Just for my own peace of mind, I'm gonna try and 'splain this one to myself:

Black guy (that's Spike, Dawg) is born in the United States and experiences racism while growing up. Black guy submits, no, subjects himself to the Man's system and learns how to make films. Black guy makes lots of films showing how bad it is to be black in the Man's World. Black guy teaches two generations of other black folks that racism is inherent in the Man's World and, from birth, black people cannot possibly live equally and freely in a racist Man's World. Black guy makes zillions of bucks off the Man and lives like a king and has season tickets to the Knicks and drives nice cars and wears tailored clothes from companies owned by the Man. Black man rails against the Man while he becomes the Man.

Black girl (that's Condi, Dawg) is born in 'Bama and parents decline to teach her just how poor, unequal, and downtrodden she really is. Black girl works hard, studies hard, and succeeds because of her talents alone. Black girl gets really important job working for the Man. Black woman is continually belittled and derided because she works for the Man.

Check that quote from our BOY Spike that Condi's "...gotten a free ride from black people..."

Curious. According to most leaders of the 'black community' (that's the SpikeLeeJesseeJacksonAlSharptonKanyeWests of the world) Condoleeza Rice isn't really black at all.She's white on the inside.

Let's just check out some of Ol' Spike's more lively assertions, shall we...


"...if you turn on the radio today, black radio, Lenny Kravitz is not black. Bob Marley wasn't black: in the beginning, only white college stations played Bob Marley..."

or

"It comes down to this: black people were stripped of our identities when we were brought here, and it's been a quest since then to define who we are."

and

"America's the most violent country in the history of the world, that's just the way it is."

and

"...Ask any dark-skinned sister with short hair: She's having a hard time because she's not getting the type of play the light-skinned sister with long hair is getting."

Sounds to me like Spike is so, so bent that he was actually born in the US and feels victimized by the Man's society and culture. At the same time, Spike finds himself unable to discover his own identity because it was stolen from him before he was born.

But check out this last gem from Spike...

"...A woman who is very secure in herself, what she's about, what she wants to do, who probably figures that she's a prize catch-sooner or later he's going to come around."

That looks like a fairly accurate depiction of our White-on-the-Inside Secretary of State.

I'm confused...

Who's the TOKEN? And who's gettin' the FREE RIDE?

Maybe Spike's comin' around...

TIMFY




Tree in my front yard so nice...

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Question Authority=Liberty
Question History=Prison

Boy, oh boy...Gotta hand it to our freedom-loving Austrian friends.

Yesterday, an Austrian court convicted British author David Irving to three years in the klink for denying the holocaust in speech and in print. Just knowing this subversive and dangerous criminal will be behind bars for three years should make all Jews feel that much safer. But if you think that's bad, wait 'til you hear these criminal horror stories...

Morgan Spurlock (that's the guy from Super Size Me, yeah...) will be going on trial soon in France next month for his defamatory statements of French food and culture. It seems in one of his books he referred to a baguette as a "...Long breadstick..." and has violated French laws concerning Defamation of Pastries and Baked Goods.

In San Francisco and Portland, OR, city councils are trying to pass laws making it illegal to deny the Theory of Human-Caused Global Warming. A first-time denier would be sentenced to scrubbing smog residue off city vehicles with a toothbrush. Repeat offenders would be required to wear a mask and breathe pure ozone for one week. Those offenders considered too vile to rehabilitate would buried alive to become one with the Earth - a process smugly coined 'EarthBortion'...

In Los Angeles, there's been a law in effect since about 1982 which makes it a crime to deny that Edward Van Halen is, indeed, the finest guitar player on the planet. The only punishment option for these Deniers of Guitar-Godness is to be pummelled senseless by a crowd of mulleted, leather-jacket-with-arm-fringes-wearin', Jordache skin-tight-jeans-clad, Trans-Am drivin', floppy-tongued-Reebok-high-tops-shod metalheads. Aw, Caught In A Mosh...

And lastly, right here in Cleveburg: Don't even THINK about denyin' LeBron James status as the KING! The CHOSEN ONE!! GOD'S GIFT TO BASKETBALL!!!
His mom might just run yo' ass over with her Gold-Plated Hummer...

So I say let's all heave a hefty mug of bitter beer to our more enlightened counterparts from the urbane and genteel country of Austria. Once again defining true liberty for us downtrod , muzzled Americans forced to genuflect at the odious altar of George the Bo-Nevolent.

And really, what has Austria given to the world in the last 200+ years?

  • Austria-Hungary. When they took over Hungary, they didn't want to come up with a new name like Austrungria or Haustria. They just jammed a fuckin' hyphen in there.
  • Hitler. Sweet, sweet Hitler...
  • The song Edelweiss.
  • Champion winter olympians with odd names containing lots of consonants and not enough vowels...(see Hackl, Krankl, Goetschl, Schiegl, Strobl et al...).
So let's give it up for Austria, where they stand behind their Free?press and cannot, COULD NOT, WILL NOT consider an apology for publishing some crazy Mohammed cartoons. But they still toss some old dude in the can for questioning history.

Am I the only one who thinks it's odd?

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Hood Shoots Faggy Shine,
Says Streets Safer For Straight Kids

Almost time to pack yer bags and get out of town, my homeslice. I suppose I knew this was comin' along sooner or later. One of our fine State Representatives, Ron Hood, has proposed a bill to ban homosexuals and he/she's from adopting children.

Now those of you who know me should know I'm not a pseudo-liberal whiny ass who goes around complainin' about The Goddamn Governor This.... and F'In George W That...., but Mr. Hood (as in the thing you wear on your head while you go out lynchin' the coloreds...) has most clearly been brainwashed by Ohio's Own Radical Christian-Style AlQuaida, the Pro-Family Network.

For all my whiny hater friends, I'll just make it clear, first and foremost, that the Bush Administration is really responsible for all this... But back to the point.

So last fall we had the majority of our fellow OhiBamaSsissippians vote to define marriage in such a way that only one dude and one chick may tie the noose legally. Although I personally voted against the measure, it passed with flying colors and is now law. Good openinig move, Senator Gay-O-Phobe.

But does me see a progression here? A second parry? Aye, indeed. (That's YEP to all you guys from Zanesville and Peebles and Wauseon and Asheville and BigotTown and LynchAFag Grove...).

So secondly comes Mr. Hood with the Anti-Gay Adoption Bill. And certainly, I won't even waste more than one sentence commenting on how FREEKING STOOOPID the whole bill really is, so there.

But I see it coming down the proverbial PIPE (the PIPE being I-71 between Cincy and Cleveburg). If we can first ban gays from getting married, and secondly ban gays from adopting children, thirdly will come the bill aimed at banning gays from having any contact whatsoever with children. Follow this Family-Style Victory with step four, whereby police may detain any suspected homosexuals without cause, and finally step five where suspected gays may be SHOT ON SIGHT by the brave and concerned citizens of OhiBamaSsissippi.

So take a look at the scary Pro-Family Network website (check out the screwy multicultural family in the left-hand corner) and think about the last time a President was elected from Ohio. As evil as one might think our Federales might be, it's clear to me we have much more to worry about when we unleash the brain-drained power of our own Ohio citizenry...

Monday, February 06, 2006

Red Scare

Once I came to the conclusion that blogging incessantly was basically masturbation, I needed to shut down for awhile. So sorry for no January posts because I was busy trying to do things more and think about things less. Or, more accurately, write less about the things I was thinking about more.

But what of the world of insolents and indigents screaming about a falling sky, says I? What of the tortured Middle-Easterners and nuclear Pro-Lifer-Haters? Muhammad-esque cartoonage causing Danish flag burning, fickle press peoples pressing for Free-Dumb, and our newfound CheVez of the Southern Hemisphere warning of an invasion by our over-under-funded Military Industrial Complex. He must think his oil don't stink...

What to make of warrantless spying and backpack bombings? Scooter on trial and both sides of the aisle shouting in denial? Got some snaps of Abramoff passing bags of cash to YOUR local Indian racetrack betting parlor? Alito and wifey all muddied up because he's gotta be Darth Mutherfucking Maul, RIGHT...?

Can we make a resolution to resolve to talk more about negotiating a truthless truce with Osambo Bin Abenimijahamalbadinjad or whoeverthefuck that Mr. Iran guy is? At least he's got some resolve to his resolutions. And if he doesn't watch his radical Islamo-Lookin' Like Pat Robertson-Fascist-Ass Self, somebody might threaten to talk about resolving to issue a stern warning, followed by a second sterner warning, then possible referral to a council of Smarty Pantses who are the absolute BEST at talking about warnings!!

Fighting, fighting everywhere. We're either with us or against us.

Are you Pro-Life or Anti-George? Do you support our troops or are you against Alaskan oil fields? Pro-Choice or pregnant in the kitchen? Gun Control or Crystal Cathedral? Gay Marriage or Abu Ghraib? Free for everyone, everyone free, or everyone for themselves? 401K contributions or 700 Club donations? Does YOUR car run or geothermal-bio-corn-wheatgrass-solar milkshakes, or are YOU a planet-smasher? Do Ted Kennedy, Cindy Sheehan, Rush Limbaugh, and Ted Nugent swim in YOUR main-stream?

Scream louder, please. Sharpen that finger for super-intense pointing sessions. Get rid of that old coal stove in your shanty 'cuz my new rhetoric-burning stove stays way hotter way longer.

Have you ever seen OZ? I mean that great prison show formerly on HBO, silly... not Detroit. They called the young gay sexslut boys in prison PRAGS. I think PRAG was an insult meant to reference the term PRAGMATIC. Why? Well it seems that there are fewer and fewer pragmatic peoples out there in our www.world.net because, apparently, YOU'RE A FLIPPIN' SISSY ASS FAGBOY/GIRL/TRANSGENDERED CITIZEN if you can't pick a side of the line and stomp your feet and throw insinuations at the fucks on the other side.

All these things do I ponder daily almost as much as the brain cells I do squander daily. And seeing as masturbation - on the occasional occasion - can be fun (and even somebody might look in rarely) I shall once again slather on the greezy grease to spew load after load of sometimes thoughtful prag sissyboy shit because, really, I can't find the line - MY line; and when I find MY line I'm turnin' it into a circle.

And you're either IN my circle, or you're OUT of my circle.
Or you're ON my circle.

And trust me, Gold Circle was GREAT place to shop...

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Depressed Ex-Steelmill Workers
And Ford Plant Retirees
Do Not Buy Art
Unless It's On Velvet

I did this wine tasting in Lorain this Sunday for my friend Mindi. She has a gallery out in Lorain
called Artisans Cove.
This was a benefit thing for the YMCA womens' program and a chance for Lorain artists to sell some stuff before Christmas. It was held at the Lorain Palace Theatre, which is this beautiful old restored early 1900's theater.




There were four or five artists there and some really decent art. I sent in about $800 worth of wine for the event. They were expecting over 100 people.



Alas, only about 15 people showed up and I sold about $70 worth of wine. And that's not the bad part. Mindi doesn't think she'll be able to keep her gallery open (which is a story not at all unfamiliar to mine artsy friends) because Lorain is such a crappy arts town.
So for all you starving Cleveland artists out there, I have but one piece of advice:
DON'T MOVE TO LORAIN.



The highlight of the afternoon was, for me, the lighting of the big chandelier in the theatre. Fully restored and perfectly clean, it was pretty cool.
So if you can't support your artist friends in Cleveland, and you can't support your artist friends in Lorain,
at least you could go see a play or somethin'...

Friday, November 18, 2005

Baby Too Cold

I was lucky enough to be on I90 yesterday morning when they Highway Patrl closed her down for about two hours. So after an hour of playing Jawbreaker on my Pocket PC, I decided to snap some pics of the carnage (or whatever was left of the carnage).
Crushed cars, flipped tractor-trailers, lots of cars slid into the median. All the joys of a northern Ohio winter laid upon us before Thanksgiving, even!

Flippin' da Rig






When Big Truck Fall, MOVE YO CAR!!


And that night on the way home about 8pm, I ended up getting stuck in a huge traffic backup in the same spot heading the opposite direction. Turns out there was a whole crew of guys out there cleaning up all the shit that fell out of this flipped over truck and putting it on a flatbed for takeaway. Lots of shards of scrap metal and lumber.

And whatever happened to the band called The Wonder Stuff?

Didn't they suck?

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Sensitive Vegetarian Warning

Went to Charles and Hilary's farm for a goat roast Saturday afternoon. Ironically enough, the name of the goat they slaughtered was Crunchy.
This was a slow, lazy, sexist Greek-Stylre roast. The guys stuff the goat with wine, oil, herbs, and feta. Then they sit around by the fire all day and get drunk.
The women stay in the house and cook.
We were nice enough to let the women come outside and drink with us. Alas, the liquor store in Conneaut doesn't sell Ouzo, so the magic just wasn't there...

Crunchy Earns His Nickname




Sarah Lickin' Her Chaw




I tried to think of the proper caption for the above picture, but nothing appropriate came to mind.

Maybe, "Thanks, Crunchy...".



And how did a five year old and an eight year old living out in the country already figure out these ghetto-style cheerleader hoochie moves?