Reaffirm Your Place on the Food Chain

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Am... Tired...

excerpt from When war drums roll

by Hunter S. Thompson

Indeed, but the New York Stock Exchange opened Monday morning, so I have to get a grip on something solid. The Other Shoe is about to drop, and it might be extremely heavy. The time has come to be strong. The fat is in the fire. Who knows what will happen now?

Not me, buster. That's why I live out here in the mountains with a flag on my porch and loud Wagner music blaring out of my speakers. I feel lucky, and I have plenty of ammunition. That is God's will, they say, and that is also why I shoot into the darkness at anything that moves. Sooner or later, I will hit something Evil, and feel no Guilt. It might be Osama Bin Laden. Who knows? And where is Adolf Hitler, now that we finally need him? It is bad business to go into War without a target.

In times like these, when the War-drums roll and the bugles howl for blood, I think of Vince Lombardi, and I wonder how he would handle it. ... Good old Vince. He was a zealot for Victory at all costs, and his hunger for it was pure -- or that's what he said and what his legend tells us, but it is worth noting that he is not even in the top 20 in career victories.

We are At War now, according to President Bush, and I take him at his word. He also says this War might last for "a very long time."

Generals and military scholars will tell you that eight or 10 years is actually not such a long time in the span of human history -- which is no doubt true -- but history also tells us that 10 years of martial law and a war-time economy are going to feel like a Lifetime to people who are in their twenties today. The poor bastards of what will forever be known as Generation Z are doomed to be the first generation of Americans who will grow up with a lower standard of living than their parents enjoyed.

That is extremely heavy news, and it will take a while for it to sink in. The 22 babies born in New York City while the World Trade Center burned will never know what they missed. The last half of the 20th century will seem like a wild party for rich kids, compared to what's coming now. The party's over, folks. The time has come for loyal Americans to Sacrifice. ... Sacrifice. ... Sacrifice. That is the new buzz-word in Washington. But what it means is not entirely clear.

Winston Churchill said "The first casualty of War is always Truth." Churchill also said "In wartime, the Truth is so precious that it should always be surrounded by a bodyguard of Lies."

That wisdom will not be much comfort to babies born last week. The first news they get in this world will be News subjected to Military Censorship. That is a given in wartime, along with massive campaigns of deliberately-planted "Dis-information." That is routine behavior in Wartime -- for all countries and all combatants -- and it makes life difficult for people who value real news. Count on it. That is what Churchill meant when he talked about Truth being the first casualty of War.

In this case, however, the next casualty was Football. All games were canceled last week. And that has Never happened to the NFL. Never. That gives us a hint about the Magnitude of this War. Terrorists don't wear uniforms, and they play by inscrutable rules -- The Rules of World War III, which has already begun.

So get ready for it, folks. Buckle up and

Countdown Begins

Official Vacation countdown begins… this time next week will be back at work chugging along… things have been going well.. massive amounts of accomplishment as home with stuff…

 

Holiday break reminds me how much I begin to dislike the holidays… staying at home just kate and I might be preferable sometimes… it is an interesting study of family interactions though…

 

Well this is largely just another test email as a few I’ve sent from my phone haven’t quite worked out how I thought they should… fun times… still getting use to this whole deal…

die puny humans

It is Time

I will be using some rather bombastic language here, but it is in me at the moment.  I’d often thought this whole Blog (grrr… hate that word) thing could be useful for publishing ideas for stories… etc…

 

I’m on vacation which means everything is good… but this could be the best news since sliced bread came down from heaven…

 

cheers

Test

If this works it could be a grand new world.

Old "this thing"

I had a "this-thing" over at livejournal but i have decided it sucks. i am powerful here. here's all the crap i tried to list over there but never had much luck. cheers.


Saturday, December 18th, 2004
12:27 am
language of the angels
sometimes i think that language has limited us to experience.... the brain does not think in language, we only interpret it in language... sometimes things are... indescribable... themagic word that prevents mishaps...i've been reading far too much grant morrison's the invisibles... it is far too late now...


Sunday, November 14th, 2004
9:20 am
Fags
www.godhatesfags.comthis is obviously a very educational website. I learned according to the minister of this website that the bible uses the metaphor of FAGS, andfaggots when god burns down sodom... but god fucking forbid there be a metaphor in... oh ... i dont know... the genesis story??? or revelation maybe... it is so funny how we choose the things we want to be blind to...i can't find a good way that this site is fake even though it does use some of the excellent rhetoric of such satire sites as www.blackpeoplelovesus.com or www.rentanegro.com ... same style or writing... no obviousjoke...i will be drinking heavily today in hopes that when i wake up the world will have gone away...

Wednesday, October 27th, 2004
7:49 pm
question
what is my purpose?

Thursday, September 30th, 2004
7:02 pm
sober somber
it feels like friday... it's been explained away, but it doesn't take away that it definitely feels like friday... and it's strange how it most definitely is not friday... since i generally only count school hours, it is indeed 7 hours from being friday... the countdown starts in almost 12 hours exactly... this weekend should be nice... i was hoping to have people over (RAINCHECK) but i'm not... i've cancelled all plans... this weekend i must get ahead, or find out tha ti cannot get ahead, then never take a weekend off again as it will then mean that i need not waste the time trying to get ahead, if it's impossible... i wish i could post by email... i randomly write emails all the time... if only it were free (as i'm cheap adn don't want this to cause an expense)... no matter what i do i can't justify paying for this thing... if i were a popular writer... maybe... initially i wanted to get a livejournal (and i think i still have one at blogger) because of Warren Ellis (www.diepunyhumans.com)... i wanted to use it the way he did, as a research tool... but again... expense... lack of a means to justify it... and that horrible fact that i really just use this to rant... today was good... it felt like friday, and i had successful classes as if it were a friday... now i am left with the enigma that it is most definitely not friday, and i've no idea what to do tomorrow... well i've ideas... but what will work...i love my american literature course... i love teaching that stuff... i just wish i knew what was being received... i wish it was a better class than it seems to be... but i can't always tell if how it seems is hwo it is... that sounds almost exactly like a line from The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien... hwo odd that i will be making my kids buy, and i'll be teaching tha tvery book...interesting indeed...i'm also thoroughly enjoying Franz Ferdinand and The Killers (this is basically right to Johnny and Charlie who seem to be the only people that respond to me here)... although i do kind of miss that feeling that this was going into nowhere, it's interesting writing for a (limited) audience... blagh

Tuesday, September 21st, 2004
12:07 am
ok fine
well i'm feeling less insane now... which is nice... i was initially planning on staying up late and writing big long messages of thoughts... but i grow tired... and i have a sleeping wife next to me that could use more thoughtful company... will return to being psycho soon... cheers...

Wednesday, September 15th, 2004
3:55 pm
neurosis
well since i've made this private, and it's largely read by.. well... me... it will henceforth be thought of as random thoughts going off into the ether... school is tough this year.... it's not much easier, and i wasn't completely expecting it to, but i'm going through the same kind of thought dilemmas i had been... i feel like a priest who's losing his religion... i love waht i teach, but i don't know if i like teaching it... once again the problem is of course getting that paycheck to allow for general living... dreams of self sufficency... and i just worry that it's just dreams... if i was given the opportunity, would i ever write? not even caring about being published, but could i write a lot of stories, or books, and take care of the house and a farm or whatever... the more i'm in an industry the less i like it... the society in general gets annoying... education for money... it seems like we are trying to force people to do things they don't need... if your life's dream is garbage collector, and you don't care abotu reading, why don't you just go get a job... this idea that everyone should be educated is just insane... everyone should have the opportunity, but i also want to say they have a choice... i'm sure you can find a fault in my logic... it's rather faulty... but it makes sense to me... the problem is that we are forcing people to do this... people that don't want to do this, which makes it more difficult for them to do this... how long would it take for a people to just realize they need to go to school and get someting out of it... it seems like they only know what tv commercials have told them about school... stay in school... but they don't see why... and i'm just imagining sitting under a tree being thoreau... that's my problem... i want something that i do not think i can have... the commune idea sounds wonderful... and it'd be work... but you'd almost immediately see the fruits of that work... and you wouldn't need to worry about appreciation, or effectiveness... ah fuck it... as with most journals, i'll look at this in a week, or a month, or a year, and think i'm full of shit... just like now...

Monday, August 30th, 2004
10:42 pm
first post
it's evening. and i'm ranting. because i've been listening to rants all day in one way shape or form. people talk a lot (and i am included in the over-talker group). right now i'm laying in bed, listening to the fan spin and my wife lightly breathe as she sleeps.i'm tired. US politics have beat me down tonight. i want to care, i want to be angry and excited but i just dont' care anymore. i disliked clinton (largely because of my father), and now i dislike bush (largely because of his voice).i read something kurt vonnegut wrote about how people are either liberal or conservative now-a-days according to TV. it rings very true. are you a democrat or republican? coke or pepsi?and it's tired me out. it's late. i'm nervous about school starting (i'm a teacher this time) and i'm already in a bit of a bad mood, which explains a lot of this.but sometimes i just like being in one of these moods. or i at least like knowing that i can be in one of these moods, i dont like it but i do on occasion need it.i'm confused and i'm largely wondering what kind of person i am. and i know the type of person you are changes (i've been at least three different people in my life) but sometimes i have no idea, and as per usual i dont know if i'd like me if i saw myself through other peoples eyes.ugh, i just turned this into a journal. there i was bitching about stuff like a normal PRIVATE journal would be, but this allows me to be published.and i'm going to keep doing this, because i like to believe that once the shit is settled, and i've been able to clear away some of the muck, this might one day be useful. this is not venting, it's reorganization.