Abject Geekery

Want to fix the problems with the Federal Government passing un-funded requirements on the states? Repeal the 17th amendment to the constitution. Our founding fathers knew that the Federal Government would grow to become the bloated festering boil on the ass of society that it has become. That’s why they instituted the checks and balances that they did. Originally, the states had their representation in the congress – The Senate, and the people had their representation – The House of Representatives.

With the problems introduced because of the Civil war, the 17th amendment was enacted. Instead of letting the states work through their problems, and penalizing the states with contentions – they could have let those states with problems go without representation. They would have certainly fixed their own mess sooner or later, and the nation would have been better off for it. Taking the easy way out, is always detrimental in the long run.

We, as a nation, have got to go back to the basics, and get representation for the states back into the congress. State’s rights are a dying breed, unfortunately.

Our founding fathers wanted this to be a nation of individual states, not a one state nation. Diversity seems to be one of the buzz words now-a-days. Well, that is what our founding fathers intended as well, with the states. Our federal government, with its overbearing regulation, is taking the diversity away from the states. When it comes to the United States of America, I’m pro-choice.

Why do people make excuses for stupid movies?

No, seriously. When I see a blatently idiotic and bad movie, then flat out declare it with an itemized list which indisputably proves, point by point, why the film is an abomination, inveritably somebody I like and admire chastizes me for taking it to seriously.

After seeing the junkyard vomit that is Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen, I’m striking back. That’s the line in the sand. For those that claim that a desire for at least mediocre filmmaking is “taking entertainment too seriously”, my only reply can be “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!”
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The Reason to log onto the web in the morning.

Time and Death heal all wounds. The triumphant and tragic life of a man has come to an end. The King is dead. Long live the King.

I was thinking that others would comment on this before I got around to it, if ever.  But I had a long conversation with a co-worker today and I figured I might as well get some of it down in digital ink.

“The Man” is always holding us people down.

I will say this loud and clear so that there can be no misunderstanding: the recent death of a musical icon has changed my life.

“How?” is the cry I hear from the three or four people (two?) reading this column.  Simple.  The death of this icon has caused me to focus on his life.  The triumphant and tragic life of a man who just wanted to make people happy, but was demonized and vilified by people with no knowledge of fact.  Is it possible that this man committed unspeakable and immoral crimes of the most deplorable nature?  Yes, it is certainly with-in the realm of possibility.  But isn’t it all the more likely that we wanted to believe he committed these crimes?  Is it possible that we wanted to destroy this man? Read the rest of this entry »

*queue inspirational power ballad*

Recently I have found myself in certain social circles.  I find myself asking a damning question: are all these people crazy?  The trouble with that question is that it is invariably followed by the darker question: if I am surrounded by crazy people, does that make me one of them?

Did you know that Glen Beck is a CIA plant meant to draw attention away from the Patriot movement?  Or how about this: did you know fire has never brought down a steel building?  Never ever.

These are just a small sampling of things I have heard recently from people I thought were otherwise rational.  I found myself wondering.  Am I crazy?  It is said that you can judge a person by the friends he keeps.  Does this mean that if a person’s friends are conspiracy theorist nut jobs that by default that person is also a nut job?  The thought is sobering.

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Remember the end of the movie Aliens, when the surviving space marines venture into the bowels of the colonial  Terra forming power plant, to find that it had been transformed into a catacomb hive of bio-organic material, where the aliens could breed and prosper?

Yeah… that what my lungs feel like.

I have an appointment with the local shaman. Hopefully, his potions will be strong enough to purge the evil spirits that dwell within my ribcage.

So, I have a Death Cough ailement.

Moist gooey lumps of proto-matter are being painfully wretched from my core. This reminds me of a story.

4 years ago, I got a nasty bronchitis infection. As a REAL MAN, I just kept on keeping on, confident that my antibodies would triumph over the invading spore and handily return home from battle to marry the comely antibody-ess next door. After two months of raging conflict, where the battle lines moved back and forth from Wellness to Death’s Door, a co-worker who notice the wheezing rattle of my impending demise forcefully encouraged me to go to my local sawbones.

I relented. My Doctor is an affible fellow, who after devining  my present state advised me that had I waited another day or two he would have me in the hospital for two weeks. You see, I had allowed the lung infection to fester and become “That Which Can Kill You”. He asked why I waited so long, and I replied “Well, it seemed like it got better, then it got worse…back and forth. I thought it would just go away eventually.”

To which my Doctor replied “Brian, you’re not 28 anymore. These things don’t just ‘go away’. They kill you.”

That was the moment where I realized my true mortality. Even if I am careful…even if I never jump out of a plane with a parachute or go skiing or cave diving… age will still weaken me till something trivial lays me low.

So, I now have Death Cough 2.0.

The SheGan wanted me to call the Sawbones this morning, to get in right away. “Nah…” I said. “Let’s see how I feel by Monday.”

*Coughs violently*

This is how I ride…