This is high comedy

Thanks to my voter registration not being processed, this could happen:

A shoutout

I would just like to extend my most sincere fuck you to the fine voter registration folks here in TN, who saw fit not to process my registration form. Thanks assholes, thanks.

Out and Out theft.

I saw the video below on Jonah Keri's blog. He is a brilliant sports writer, and he also writes about the economy. He's great, and you should read him. He's also an uber cool lefty liberal Canadian. He posted this video, and I gotta say it scares the hell out of me.

Lighter and Fluffier

My friend Danielle and I were discussing various random topics at the bar last evening, when we stumbled upon the the idea of graduation rates. There was a somewhat meaningful discussion on the topic, but the idea that interested me most was when we discussed the adverse effects that giving a damn about Independent Music can have on your college carer.

I have several friends who did not finish school. I am convinced a lot of this due to the "Punk Rock" life style.* See when you decided it's a good idea to drive 6-8 hours to go see some band play in another city, and then hop in your car directly after the show and drive that same 6-8 hours back, and then for reasons that boggle the mind, attempt to go to class, well...let's just say you didn't put yourself in a position to succeed.

I must have spent half of my college carer tired beyond all belief because of rock and roll. If I wasn't out of town at a show, I was certainly at one in town. I didn't even start drinking till I was almost 23.**

Maybe Punk rock will be the actual down fall of our society.




*Really it was more of a Math Rock/Screamie Hardcore life style, but who's counting?

** I am convinced if I had started sooner, then I would have never graduated.

A mild response.

My Friend FearlessVk wrote a blog on a recent experience in Texas that can only be described as revolting. However, I can't say I exactly feel the same as her on what transpired.

I honestly prefer this type of racism. For however disgusting I may find those people, I know EXACTLY where they stand. I don't have to worry about them stabbing me in the back, because they would gladly stab me in the face, and in a weird sort of way that is comfort.

When I know that someone despise me for a silly reason (instead of the countless good ones) it amuses me. I have nothing to prove to this people and zero interest in changing their minds. They come to this way of life, probably because of their family, and that's just way it's going to be.

No, the people I hate are the oblivious or sneaky racists, who are to ashamed to let their backward ass feelings be known. The kind of person who will gladly smile to your face while quietly cutting a hole in the floor for you to fall through. The kind who don't realize just how fucked up a statement like, "You are the whitest black man I have ever known" is. The kind of people who are actually amazed by the idea that where you grow up has way more to do with how you turn out then your race. They kind of idiots who really thought that if you took Africans to Europe thinking that their skin tone would change under European skies. These are the bastards who get my blood a boiling. The other people are (most likely) purely a tragic tale of not being given a chance to know better.

I have a brilliant friend

Her name is Julia. She helped write this. You should read it.

Reading

I just got done reading a very long article on Senator John McCain. It made me remember this quote

Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your governmant when it deserves it.

~Mark Twain

Here is the article.

Hold your horses

I have more to say later, but can we please for the next 5-6 months ban the use of the phrase "Main Street" and the word "Maverick?" These assholes have ruined the movie Top Gun forever. Fuck them.