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Friday Thought Dump

Hey. Finally sitting down to have a beer and do a little writing, and watching the Nats/Braves and O’s/Blue Jays games simultaneously. My Braves have good things ahead, but they just decided this wasn’t their year. They still could conceivably pull a wildcard out of their behinds, but they’re not playing like they want it so I’m not banking on it. Also, the Pirates are. And that’s okay because it is really exciting to watch these two local teams get into the post season excitement. The Orioles are a seriously badass team. I don’t think the Nats have the chops and, frankly, I will enjoy watching their fans join the true fan club, the one that requires your loyalty despite breaking your heart. I just want to see if they have it in them. But I’m pulling for the O’s all the way.

I bought a hat.

So much so I bought a hat.

So, October should have some good baseball. And I do love good baseball. That O’s team reminds me the early 90s Braves team. I was fortunate enough to get to see a lot of their post-season play at the Ted for several seasons and, seriously, if you like the game, there’s nothing more exciting and amazing than pennant races and World Series games. Go to the stadium if you can Nats and O’s fans. It’s such a great experience. Happy for you both. (But more the O’s.)

[Wrote that a few days ago...today starts here. I am pleased with my hat purchase though.]

Alright, I figured something out and I’ll be brief but it was something of an epiphany so I’m going to mention it. I’m truly sorry, some dudes, for not understanding I’m supposed to be a high maintenance witch and get mad and peace out when you do something rotten. I just figure people screw up so I don’t automatically beat a path when someone acts like a jerk. I’ll just try to talk it out. And I like this sort of philosophy of life. I’m sort of discovering now that I’m expected to get indignant. Sigh. Okay. But please don’t think I’m cool about things because I don’t care. I do care. That’s how I show it. Also, you guys are exhausting.

Okay, it’s been a while since I posted anything and I’ve hoarded a bunch of links, but many of them are no longer even interesting to me so I’m tossing several. The following are things that are still crazy after all these years. Or something.

My Pops and I — as we do — have been talking politics when I call home and he made a statement recently about the prospect of Romney running again that was maybe not flattering, but maybe not inaccurate. He said that Romney would be a great peace time President but lacks the strength to be a war time President. Pops likes Perry for his strength, he says. I’m starting to understand why.

I know things have gotten weird, but I defy this kind of thinking. Resigning oneself to the madness of man almost requires a decision to abandon hope. I refuse to do that.

This was a good read on what I agree is an effort to cause damage to the game of football, at all levels of play. It’s no secret that the NFL has some problems, but I think for the most part those problems have to do with the way football players are seen as entertainers rather than men. It’s one reason I like this idea of college football programs working to develop the man inside the athlete. Like my beloved UGA. It’s an important concept, one the boys I know seem to get really mad at me for because it means we might not win EVERY GAME. OR A NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP. I get it guys. I do. But read the stories from classmates of Ray Rice at college if you want to know why it matters.

On that topic, I recently was fortunate enough to hear George Allen speak at a meeting I attended and he — because he can — talked a bit about the Redskins logo controversy and pointed out two facts I did not actually know: the logo was designed by a member of the Blackfeet Nation; and the Navajo Nation has a football team on their reservation in Arizona and the team’s name is, well, you know. I mean, be offended if you want I guess.

Stole the following quote from a very liberal person I follow on Twitter. I re-read it frequently so that I remember there are people who are so self-centered they believe that what they want — here, peace — will automatically change the minds and desires of others. We can practice peace till the cows come home. I’m certain James Foley was a peaceful man.

“So many innocents died on 9/11. Let’s use this enduring loss as an opportunity to practice the value of peace.” —No US president ever

And on that subject, “But now, in the wake of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, it is the U.S. that seems to be yearning for an escape from the burdens of power and a reprieve from the tragic realities of human existence.”

Pops took me to task not long ago from comparing NATO to the League of Nations. He said because it was tied to a treaty, it was a different beast. But I’m with George Will. Perhaps it can be rebuilt as a useful group representative of just more than a few countries. Is that a good thing, though?

Hey, y’all be cool this weekend. Let’s talk soon.

A change of shoes

Hi! Heading to the Shenandoah here shortly to this marvelous event, so I have about 10 minutes to crank this out. But I needed to clear my head of a few things and, as per usual, this is how that works.

Serious question: since when did all running shoes become lit with the unholy light of Day-Glo? Oh, some of you may be unfamiliar with the term. I forget, I’m getting older. Marketed as paint in the 60s, it was obnoxiously bright pain that shone under black light. The term came to refer to any electrically bright color, of which the 80s had a lot. And now it’s back, and in all the running shoes. Sigh. Have never liked it. I’m pretty much a Nike running shoe purist, but went with Saucony this time because my retinas were threatened by the only Nike trail running shoes at my local sporting goods store. But even the Saucony shoes look like this:

They worked a little Day-Glo in. It's apparently the law.

They worked a little Day-Glo in. It’s apparently the law.

Anyway, I hope it’s a short-lived trend. But I’m seeing it everywhere again. And my eyes hurt.

Okay, other things, and probably not too intense because I’m time crunching…

I’m sort of — in a very weird way — glad I don’t have much to offer anyone at the moment. Because at least I know if someone wants to be around me, it’s because they like me, not my stuff or what I can give them or get them. I know people are together for a lot of different reasons, and I’m not judging what works for others, but I don’t think I’d like that. And I don’t think those situations last very long. Not happily anyway. And I gotta say, when a woman you know tells you that she knows how to handle her husband when he wants to talk back to her and not get in line: “I’ll just f*ck someone else if he’s not careful”, it’ll mess you up a bit. I’m tired of couples like that, and I’m tired of that kind of disrespect for finding someone who’ll put up with your sh*t. Once again reminded of that scene in the Sabrina remake where Sabrina chats with lifelong bachelor and business magnate Linus about marriage:

Sabrina:
You probably don’t believe in marriage.

Linus Larrabee:
Yes I do. That’s why I never got married.

Also, as an aside, what is it with the 20 somethings these days? I swear to God they are so mean to each other. It seems to be how they relate. They can’t express an interest or affection for something without it being criticized by their peers, often their significant other. And they have zero self-deprecation — they are all AWESOME! But we pretty much know why that is: everyone gets a trophy and the internet is your own celebrity stage. Jesus Christ they’re annoying. Which reminds me…

On the subject of the millennials, a wonky political pundit I know casually made some comment the other day challenging the millennials to be as unnecessarily paranoid about Iraq as we were apparently in 1991 and 2003. Because, ostensibly, we have nothing to fear. Come on man. You can quibble over the fact that it wasn’t Iraq — although I believe the funding and ideology flowed pretty heavily out of the region — but let’s not act like there’s nothing to see here. It’s irresponsible and kind of juvenile.

And on the subject of NATO — I’m still curious as to why joining up with a world “police force” is better than just acting on our own. I honestly don’t like the precedent it sets. But then it’s pretty much what this President has always had in mind. Just a reminder: The League of Nations was a failure. And I have a feeling Putin’s somewhere grinning.

One of the scariest characters written in my opinion, in a very good and very creepy book. And he’ll be amazing.

Makes me think of the Twerp, who was an avowed atheist to impress his friends and get back at his mom for making him be Catholic. God what a complete drag that guy was. Anyone that smirks at your need to believe or makes fun of how stupid you are for having faith in anything is a miserable f*cker.

Still getting a handle on this guy, and this is an old one from a writer I love. Also, it speaks to this weird thing we export: extreme shallowness.

Anyone who interviews other people for a living needs to read this.

Well, I’m closing out baseball season next week with a trip to see the Braves at Nats Stadium with my friend Ronnie Tuesday, and then up to Baltimore with Jason to see the O’s play the Yanks Friday. I’m hoping to see both teams in the post season — the O’s have it clinched, the Braves might get a wildcard slot. But it’s been a good year for both teams, so I’m satisfied.

Okay, I’m out. Y’all be good this weekend and watch some football. I’m still in my survivor group. Hooray!

Keep cruisin’

hustle

Finally writing. I’ve been trying to get this out for about 2 weeks but it never really coalesced to the point it made any sense in my head. But, in light of the already infamous jet out to play golf upon expressing mild discomfort over the public 7 minutes of beheading, some coalescing has occurred. I’m about to get all Mr. Smith goes to Washington on you, so fair warning…

I knew when I moved to Washington, DC, in some far-off, detached way, that people here did things for reasons that were more self-serving than anything I’d likely seen before. And I’ll be straight up honest: you don’t have friends in this town if you’re unwilling to accept this reality. Recently I made a statement about loyalty to a group of friends and said something, in defense of a friend, that defending him was what you were supposed to do for your friends. The look I got was one similar to a shock back into a world where these concepts existed. It’s not that people are bad, just that they’ve adapted to their environment and it’s a very hard thing to stand outside of the group. Trust me, because I know. If you stand outside the group, you don’t get the things they can give you, or get pushed up the ladder, or belong to the club, or whatever it is you might need. There’s this weird fake elitism — fake because it’s not really born of excellence — that’s really all about fitting in. Seriously, DC is a giant high school. It’s very strange. A giant den of solipsistic teenagers that fret over what to wear and if so-and-so is going to be at the party, or if they’re going to get a bad grade at work tomorrow for showing up late and with a hangover. And anything real — like a man with a serious job getting his head sawed off — flits in for a minute and the requisite sad faces appear. But only until it’s time to hit the fundraiser after work. Then the smiles light the rooms again.

And all that’s okay when you’re talking social groups, drinking buddies, ladies’ day with the kids, or some other relatively innocuous event or group. But here’s the rub: it’s not okay when you’re talking about the advancement of an ideology that saws mens’ heads off and tells you there will be more where that came from. It’s not okay to give a frowny emoticon and then skip out on the golf cart for a long day on the links. It’s the behavior of a spoiled child living in a man’s world. And, while I am surrounded by people who share the brief outrage and nothing more, I suspect that, one a deeper fundamental level, people really are kind of sick of it. It’s exhausting having to play a game of charades all the time and act like you’re charmed when inside you’re sort of disgusted and annoyed (I think Morning Joe showed best what happens when you just can’t stand to act anymore). Because the deal is this, and I think I’ve been around long enough to say this: the false elitism fails every time. It fails in small ways and in very large and scary ways. The thing these guys (and girls) are best at is self-promotion. They spend most of their time doing that rather than actually accomplishing the things they run off at the mouth about, and they will flash shiny things in your face and talk about their accomplishments in perpetuity. Until the real results are examined, either by comparison to their peers (usually information not easily offered up) or just as a standalone result (Benghazi), the idea is to sell the narrative of excellence. But these are not the kind of people you want running things when times get tough because, as mentioned, their real skill is the art of self-promotion and, sorry to be hokey, razzle-dazzle. They will present their accomplishments as if they are the only ones capable of the feat, when in actuality, there are others — usually many — doing the same thing, and very often, a whole lot better. But these hucksters rely on the naive for their immediate ego boost and to then go tell the story far and wide in exaggerated terms. It’s a sad little game. And it often is the last refuge of those so desperate for power they misunderstand their limitations and fail to recognize the things they actually do excel at.

Since it’s all about Iowa leading into the midterms, that guy Braley seems to be an example of all this. Maybe there’s hope for him to get back to his humble beginnings — you can live well and wealthy and still be humble. You guys know that, right? — and if there is, good for him. Maybe someone can lead him that direction. But his prissy statements about law degrees and advanced degrees got me to thinking: Nearly all of my siblings have college degrees, several of us even have secondary degrees — I have a master’s for example. My younger brother is pursing a law degree as we speak. Does this mean that my father — who does not have an advanced degree — is no longer to be listened to? Because he’s a shitload smarter than either Daniel or myself when it comes to a great many things. That comes from 70 plus years of business and life experience. It’s this kind of thing on steroids, and I do believe, because this false superiority is such a failure, people have had it up their eyeballs with it. My Pops and I had a pretty good talk recently about a lot of different things and he said, “Let me tell you something, the next president we have is going to have to be extraordinarily strong because they will be making unbelievably difficult decisions about putting people in harm’s way. They’re not going to like the job.” And presumably that means they won’t be afforded the opportunity to hit the golf course at a moment’s notice because while we’re controlling the panic, the world has gotten a great deal more dangerous. And I don’t want someone leading who thinks that they know more about anything because they sucked up to their professors long enough to get the degree. And I speak with authority on that having witnessed it personally for three years. And this is what we face, like it or not. Also, which is it? Are they an imminent threat or aren’t they? Ollie North on the news right now talking about IS and their passports to the West…

Anyway, there’s a general feeling of being over it, to use the vernacular. Your stunning ability to talk about how great you are hasn’t really translated into you ACTUALLY being great.

Also, just for fun, there’s this. Because we’ve got the world’s respect right now. Clearly.  (Very likely because the Chinese also don’t care where you went to law school).

At some point I want to get back into this. Because it seems to me that Assad did some bad things and I’m not sure an “alliance” with him is a very good thing. But I get the strategy I guess. Strange bedfellows. Because I’m fairly certain we were arming who we thought were “good” Syrians to help fight Assad and ended up causing a huge problem in the process. Is that why we’re helping him now? Because we basically caused the problem? And are we sure these weapons are going to the Kurds? Because we don’t have the best track record with oversight.

And here might be the reasons why. Read the whole thing, it’s stunning.

Which brings us to the deepest level of Obama’s hell, which is his anti-American foreign policy. When Obama was re-elected in 2012, the very first thought I had was this: A lot of people are going to be dead because of this election. How disastrously right I was. Since their assault on George Bush and their sabotage of the war in Iraq, Obama and the Democrats have forged a power vacuum in Europe and even more dramatically in the Middle East, which nasty characters have predictably entered with ominous implications for the future security of all Americans.

Take one aspect of this epic default: Obama’s lack of response to the slaughter of Christians in Palestine, Egypt and Iraq. Hundreds of thousands of Christians have been slaughtered and driven from their homes in Iraq – over half a million by some counts. This is the oldest Christian community in the world dating back to the time of Christ. What was Obama’s response to this atrocity until a group of Yazvidi along with the Christians were trapped on a mountain side, and politics dictated he had to make some gesture. His response was to do and say nothing. Silence. Even his statement announcing minimal action to save the Yazvidi and the Christians mentioned the Christians once in passing while devoting a paragraph to the obscure Yazvidi.

What this unfeeling and cold response to the slaughter of Christians tells us is that Obama is a pretend Christian just the way he is a pretend American. What he is instead is a world class liar. That is because his real agendas are anti-American, anti-Christian, and anti-Jewish, and obviously and consistently pro America’s third world adversaries to whom he is always apologizing and whom he is always appeasing. Obama lies about his intentions and policies because he couldn’t survive politically if he told the truth…

Speaking of, this is fairly easy to believe. The tragedy is that we in this country have afforded them the power to do this kind of thing. Why would you empower the vengeful?

Two related pieces from The Federalist. You can feel okay about it if that helps you sleep at night. But be very careful because if you rationlize long enough, you wind up here.

Yeah, I don’t see the magic either. They seem to be okay when deconstructing history — even though even that seems a bit revisionist — but they’re tragic at current events.

Okay, I my or may not have been listening to that new Taylor Swift song over and over again. It’s really good. And I have a free dance class tonight so I can take all my moves to the studio.

This looks very, very promising. I’m legitimately excited about a television show. That’s somewhat rare…

One of my favorite books as a child. Also shows promise.

And speaking of those tech skills, there are other lucrative applications for you out there gamers…

Okay, okay good then.

Reminds me of the twerp. Who I’m pretty sure I saw picture of recently, and he was wearing a neon yellow shirt, the same color my 7 year old nephews are crazy about. Because that’s entirely appropriate that he would pick up on the fashion trends of children.

Can get behind this.

This guys has an interesting, very sexy voice.

Heh, just made me laugh. Thanks Cat.

 

Definitely too soon

[WARNING! bad language follows. Sometimes it's just the most expressive language I have. Sometimes I just enjoy it. Sorry Mom.]

Good-Morning-Vietnam-robin-williams-7631159-2560-1691
Hi there! Sorry to be away so long but sometimes I just need a break. There are times when the things rolling around in my head aren’t quite cooked enough to put on the table. And the thoughts about to tumble may still be a little cold on the inside, but they’ve piled up so I need to release them. It is how I stay sane, in as much as I am, in fact, sane. So, without further ado…

Ah Robin Williams. I have nothing further to add except I loved him and am so very sorry that we’ll have nothing new from him. He seemed a genuinely sweet man. You can see it in the eyes, really. And it’s not a bad thing that people want to talk about the depression that was plaguing him at the end by his own admission. But this kind of silly judgment is foolish and should be avoided. Yes, he made a choice and it was selfish. It certainly was. And yes, he probably had a spiritual darkness he couldn’t fight. My guess is he would agree with that assessment. And without question there are those standing on the precipice that could be “inspired” to follow his path and just take the leap and we should be measured in what we say (although the genie tweet was lovely). But this bullshit right here?

I understand the inclination to be positive, but there is nothing positive to say about it. The cloud is infinitely dark, and there is no silver lining around it. That’s another tragic element to the evil of suicide — it robs your family of the solaces they naturally seek when a loved one passes away.

You want to help sad people? Don’t say there’s nothing positive to say about something. Ever. What the desperate lack is hope. And there is hope in everything. EVERYTHING. Because as my mother says almost every time I talk to her (and with apologies to Cicero for misquoting): “where there’s life, there’s hope.” Williams lost sight of that. You want to help others who are in his boat? Don’t try to convince them something lacks meaning and the spark of hope. Help them find those things instead. Sometimes the healing is in the journey and the mere act of seeking. Even when trying to find the silver lining in the tragic loss of such a sweet, hilarious, one-of-a-kind, gentle genius. If nothing else, don’t make it worse. Don’t ever do that…Just read this instead.

I have a lot more I want to talk about: ISIL, Hillary, that Hersh article again, arrogance, and the odd circumstance of agreeing with people you don’t like. And I will write all that later, after I get home and get the patchwork puppy out in the rain so I can be free to attend The Giver tonight at the Heritage Foundation. I’ll update for sure. One thing before I trek to metro: man, I realized recently how little patience I have with folks who give zero thought to how what they do might affect someone else. I’m dealing with it because I’m waiting on something in the mail but, thanks to a little thoughtlessness, I won’t be getting that till Saturday. Long story, won’t bore you. But I’m seeing it out there amongst the humans, too. And it’s affecting people I care about and it’s seriously pissing me off. I’m feeling very protective. Weird. I need to figure that one out. In the meantime, knock it off. I don’t care that it makes you look ugly. You gotta be you, sunshine. But I don’t want my friends to suffer for your insecurities. Okay, got it out. I’ll check back later…

Don’t interrupt him

Hi guys! A few thoughts before I head out of the office for a weekend of — hopefully — adventures and shenanigans. But possibly just cooking, cleaning, paying the bills, and hanging out with the patchwork puppy. Which works, too. First some good news before laying out some of the bad. I’M GOING TO THE BEACH NEXT MONTH. Dear Lord, I’m going to the beach. With one of my oldest and best friends. And we’re going to one of my favorite spots in the Gulf of Mexico, Ft. Walton Beach. Well, Seagrove to be specific. Bob found a really affordable little condo we can cook and chill in and the beach looks like this:

seagrove

Additionally, I’ll be heading back to Camden Yards next month of a Friday to see the Yankees play the Orioles with my Baltimore partner in crime. That division looks a lot like the Braves division at present, with the games lost column playing the deciding role in standings. But I’m enjoying watching the Orioles win, and I’m looking for my Braves to step things up to edge out the Nats by the end of the season. It’s of course possible, but they need to gun it to get it.

Anyway, looking forward to September to some good things. A few other fun links before delving into the darker side of things…

My friend and colleague Mark came into town this week and we always try to get together for a cocktail. He’s a bit of a connoisseur of the traditional cocktail, back when men wore fedoras and women kept their skirts long. Last night he ordered an Aviation, and I got to try it. Pretty good, although gin is like poison to me. My body likes it, but doesn’t LIKE like it (the next day). Anyway, I’m so glad neighborhood suggestion (and my bartender friend Keith who lives in my neighborhood) actually knew how to make the drink. So proud.

Crockpot recipes are just a simple pleasure. I want to try the citrus chicken first…

So entitled…

This is all very true. Which is why Bob and I found a place with a kitchen at the beach. We’re both going to cook. She says she’s making shrimp and grits. I’m not sure yet what I’m going for…:

The table is the place Southerners turned to work out our own political and cultural strife long before food became the nation’s cultural currency. After all, barbecue and peach pie and butter beans are more than just shared dishes; they’re also the things that bind us together.

And there is no app for that.

~~ Random thought: maybe I’ll go see Guardians of the Galaxy AND The Giver this weekend. Such a rebel over here… ~~

I’m not a huge fan of this site and its snarky bitchfest, but stop with the coconut water thing. Just stop. It doesn’t hydrate better and it’s primarily just sugar water. If you want to get some coconut in your diet, go to GNC and get a jar of coconut oil and put it in your food. I slather it on my hair about once a week. It makes it so shiny!

See, this kind of seriousness about it runs fairly rampant and I feel like you just never know if someone’s telling you the truth that the word “commitment” actually means something to them. *sigh*

Fascinating idea, and I can see that the ability to think strategically when examining the larger picture — which coders and IT geeks are generally miserable at — has some real application here.

Because apparently we need to be thinking that way…

~~ Random thought: Ventura upsets me because he doesn’t seem well but I know it was about the money. Because I think if he just wanted a comeuppance, the guy’s death at the hands of a troubled kid probably did the trick. ~~

Air travel is just annoying anymore, right? All anyone ever does is complain. But maybe this will help.

Another fascinating read, to be read as a companion to this.

Just watched our President once again complain about the mean old Republicans not letting him have his way — he simply cannot fathom that it’s not about him but about the fact that they don’t like progressive policy — and so this came to mind. It does start to get harder and harder to claim that it’s about missteps and mistakes, and is more intentional and directed. Terribly sad.

Now for the final whammy. Gowdy wants the truth, whether or not you can handle it. Love it.

Hey-o. I had a minute this morning where I felt all bad again about being righteously indignant and then Facebook suggested I “friend” the wife of an ex-boyfriend and, as I looked at the woman, it all came flooding back to me. The wretched little drama that played out publicly in a small town with people taking sides like some pathetic, redneck version of the Aniston-Jolie thing. I’m pretty sure I was the Aniston, although I’ve since become a lot more Jolie. Anyway, I was reminded how much I cried and how awful it was to see them get married, even though I’m pretty sure I didn’t want to marry him. He fell too easily for this woman and her schtick, and there was something about that that really bothered me. I mean I get that people are trying to find their thing in life, and that they break vows sometimes and are imperfect. I have a friend who went through something similar and she owned her part in it. She blamed herself and really had to work out what she had done. And I respect that. But this chick — I heard her say once that Yoko Ono was the love of John Lennon’s life. I mean come on. Read up on that relationship and you’ll know why that’s just a hokey thing to say, and I’m pretty sure she was saying it to justify her own infidelity etc. And I just wasn’t righteous enough back then not to get trampled on and I have some regrets about that. So yeah, I think I’m going to stay strong going forward. Besides, sometimes it’s just good to call it like it is. Like this guy.

I need to get moving as I have a softball game in a few hours but on the subject of Israel — it’s pretty simple y’all. Hamas threw some bombs and Israel answered. Anything else you may read about occupying forces etc is not only inaccurate but bait for suckers. Think of it this way — if a Palestinian were to move into your neighborhood and was a peaceful, law-abiding citizen who was just trying to give his kids a better life and some crazy Christian fundamentalists threw a Molotov cocktail through his window, would it bother you if he came outside and cracked a few skulls on the hoodlums? Think about it and get back to me.

Beyond that, this is great. Have a good weekend and stay righteous.

I’ve always known my family was loud and a bit out of control. Predominantly Scots-Irish and Eastern European — as well as Southern, part Catholic/part Baptist, and huge — we drink, have been known to smoke, curse, fight, tell bawdy and inappropriate jokes, yell at each other, cry, love fiercely, and try to have a really good time in this sometimes disappointing roller coaster of life. One of my sisters-in-law said when I was home last week: “this is a hard family to be heard in.” That’s true, even if you were born into it. And I like to refer to them (myself included) as “crazy” or “insane” or “offdachain”. But something hit me upon my return to DC after a week in Atlanta. We are actually quite chill compared to the manic insecurities that force me to adopt a different personality just to survive in DC. And it basically comes down to one thing: we’re not full of shit. And so much of DC is.

Now let me just say that the great parts of DC are really great. I’ve met some of the best people I know here, and frankly some of the worst people I know simply live here but aren’t from here. So I don’t want anyone to get the impression I don’t love my adopted home. I do. But upon returning to town I was immediately confronted with two things that made me realize my people back home — family and friends — are superior, at least to my sensibilities. And yes, I use the word “superior” pointedly. The first was a “friend” of mine sent me a picture of this twerp I used to know to show me how ridiculous he is now. This guy spent something like 4 years just being a complete ass, and I spent the majority of those years trying to get him to be nice to me because I was so confused as to why he felt the need to be a jerk. My bad, because it never occurred to me he was a jerk just because he sucked as a human being and I couldn’t fix that. Because he is plagued with his own manic insecurities that force him to be, the best I can determine, something of a gold digging opportunist who changes his personality — right down to how he dresses — to fit whatever crowd he thinks can get him what he wants while he wants it (what he wants changes, too). And DC has a way of sheltering and promoting that kind of loser. Just take a look at a lot of our politicians on the Hill, mostly on the left. Where I’m from, people like that have their asses kicked pretty quickly by men who can’t stomach the weakness of that kind of “integrity”. And honestly this jackass would have been better for a few asskickings. He’s clearly never had one. My hope is that now that his hero Obama is leaving office — and his progressive ideology is falling out of favor — he’ll stay true to the coward he is and just peace out and leave town. You really should, dude. Your opportunities are in Chicago or San Francisco or some place like that. Really, go.

The second was such a weird display of bitchy entitlement that I don’t even want to relive it. It made me incredibly embarrassed, depressed, and disappointed to the point that I wanted to break associations immediately so that no one who may have seen the event would ever think I had anything to do with it, even though for the most part I was just a bystander. And so I won’t go into it. Except one part of it, which I think may have been part of what set the tone for the whole thing to go down. I know I’m cryptic when I write about stuff like this, and it’s intentional to protect the innocent — and to attempt some diplomacy. So the part I’ll address is thus: look here queen bee, bitchy women, I do not cultivate relationships with you because your affinity for minion keeping in hopes of being worshipped makes me a little sick. I have many lady friends, some since nearly birth, and they are very different from one another save one very important similarity: they do not expect their friends to be their subjects, they do not consider themselves part of a court, they are strong and independent, brilliant and beautiful, and would check me in a heartbeat if I acted like they needed to bow to my authority or to the strength of my personality. So when you come into “my house” and start telling me to behave certain ways you’re likely to understand — because I’ll tell you — why you can get bent. There’s a reason I don’t come to your parties. Because I’m not afraid of being alone and prefer it over acting like you don’t piss me straight the f*ck off.

One other thing I was reminded of when I went home: almost all my childhood friends are big Democrats, if not outright progressive liberals. But being chill allows for differences of opinion.

I actually have some “professional” writing to do later, and I’m formulating what I want to say, but here, as always, are a few things I found compelling. Some are old as it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Do with them as you like.

Uh, yeah.

But, in foreign relations, I want someone who seems to be on the ball, who looms large in the international imagination, who recognizes that his primary responsibility is to the national defense and not to the nature of domestic policy, and who understands that there is a time for partisan politics and a time for national unity — especially when it is being widely reported that American citizens have been blown out of the sky. The lattermost is a distinction that this president — a man who famously made his national debut pretending to be a uniter — has never matured into observing.

This will feature — I think — in that “professional” piece I mentioned. But I’m still trying to decide how I want to approach it…

Uh, yeah. Was talking to a friend of mine the other day who works on some of this stuff for a living and he mentioned that Israel doesn’t always do the things we want them to do. Well, yeah. Why would they really.

As slanders go, it’s almost funny, like the old paranoid delusion that George W. Bush was simultaneously an idiot and a criminal mastermind.

Just read it.

Pretty much. Look I love you American people, but back off the condemnation when the House talks about using the power of the purse. It is a reasonable and effective tool and it is within their applied powers.

Oh you dirty birds. I look forward to football season.

I want it all. Just for funsies.

Uh yeah. The weirdest is that I’m not sure they’re — en masse — aware of their ignorance. Which is a bigger problem.

Get up man.

In honor of the anniversary of the moon landing, here’s a good one from a man I’m not sure wasn’t actually an alien. He definitely had his doubts about his origin as well.

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