letter to the editor

If Cindy Sheehan could camp outside Bush's ranch to protest the Iraq war, then I can set a camp outside the White House to support the pre-emptive strike policy of our national security strategy?

Pre-emptive strike policy is not only our superdoctrine but also a military strategy to save lives, time and a great many of our resources.

The White House has reaffirmed the pre-emptive strike policy. Whether you are white, black, brown or yellow, you should support our national goal, which assures you the right to pre-emptively attack any enemy states or terrorist groups seeking weapons of mass destruction.
We cannot stand and watch dangers coming to us. If other measures fail, pre-emptive attack is our first choice to deal with our enemies.

Iran tops the list of nations threatening the U.S.

The North Korea weapons program is a serious nuclear proliferation challenge.
Syria harbors terrorists and sponsors terrorist activities.

Pre-emptive attack is what we use to avert a war. We don't like war, but when needed, pre-emptive attack could calm down our enemies, make them frustrated and offer them a right motive to their retreats.

Our adversaries' schemes cannot be overlooked. Pre-emptive attack surely affects their aggressive policy and stubborn attitude. In short, enemies should be subjected to being friendly with us, living in harmony with neighbors and making their regions better off.
I'm very proud to be an American. Christians, Buddhists, Hindus and Muslims can live together in peace in the United States.

Let's fully support the pre-emptive strike policy to keep America beautiful, more secure and safe.

Quang Dao
Lafayette

cultivate the doubt, susan

republican unity, democrat in-fighting? "plan" versus "no plan?"

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.

Bertrand Russell
1872-1970
British Philosopher, Mathematician, Essayist

we're alone?

"coalition of the willing" is a ludicrous, jackassed coinage. why not "coalition of the coaliters" or "group of the group members?" fuck almighty. has there ever been a coalition of dissenters? if not we should form one. why is this on my mind.

i wear no green today, but god bless the catholic faith, that celebrates the day recognizing a saint by getting piss-drunk and beating up each other. mmmmmmm that's good religion.

"he teaches us how to love! shut up before i kill you!"

ima go home and eat xanbars and doritos and spend quality face time with my pillow. i'll buy a six-pack and pour it on the ground in front of a homeless person and/or a catholic.

my comfortable couch has fleas all over it thanks to cat. ladies' home journal online told me to sprinkle salt on it to get rid of the fleas. the fleas are gone, but now when i wake up from a nap i'm really thirsty.

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currently listening to:
the high violets

to where you are (2006)

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fuck democrats too

why russ feingold is the only person i'd feel good about voting for in 2008:

I’m amazed at Democrats, cowering with this president’s numbers so low. The administration just has to raise the specter of the war and the Democrats run and hide…too many Democrats are going to do the same thing they did in 2000 and 2004. In the face of this, they’ll say we’d better just focus on domestic issues…[Democrats shouldn’t] cower to the argument, that whatever you do, if you question administration, you’re helping the terrorists.

it seems like democrats sieze every opportunity to miss an opportunity. the dash paul hackett and they'll do the same to feingold.

welcome to the occupation

my job is not horrible. it's easy like sunday morning. i'm fortunate and blessed (by on-star) that i even have one, much less one in which i have a fair boss, pleasant co-workers, a relatively stress-free environment, little supervision and vacation time.

so why do i LOATHE it? i constantly remind myself that the job facilitates my lifestyle and enjoyment when not working, but incessantly i'm thinking "FUCK i would be so happy if i could stay home all the damn time doing diggedy-damn nothing and shove this job."

it's a great paradox: you can't enjoy time in your life without dedicating 40 hours a week to contributing something to the marketplace. sure, some people (claim to) like their job. but i bet if you asked them if they'd rather be home the answer would be resounding in the affirmative.

i just hate having to be productive some of the time to be completely unproductive the rest. it seems like such a waste of life, this temporary speck of time we are afforded on earth. i tend toward ahteism more with each passing day so i'm doubting that little else exists beyond this planar existence.

so what sense does it make to spend 40 hours, roughly 25%, of the week (consider that another third -- or what i like to call 33% -- goes towards sleep) NOT experiencing some ethereal joi de vivre?

unless you put more value into being a cog of civilization and a functional global society, but at the moment our society doesn't seem to be very civilized OR functional, so i wonder what the hell i'm doing. what we're all doing.

life has become this massive imbroglio of injustice, futility, commercialism, murder, moral superiority, moral relativity, nihilism, antipathy, semantics, capitalism, corporate crime, triangulation, mad cow, bird flu, mardi gras, aspartame, short sight, american idol, wal-mart, nazi popes, the death of fact, desperate housewives, child labor, free trade, insurance, melting icecaps, taxidermy, money, power, greed, paris hilton, the ninth ward, prejudice, orwell, censorship, lunch breaks, fox news, bad drivers, poverty, southern strategies, eavesdropping, despotism, nascar, and unrestrained id stinking and premeating every human action.

intellectual curiosity abandoned this ship many moons ago.

obviously my glass is 3/4 empty, not necessarily about my own station in life but that of the world. what's the real kicker is that even those who are aware of the above, you included, will read this and think "god this all really is shitty," and immediately start wondering what to wear tomorrow or where to get drunk this weekend.

joaquin phoenix's character had a line in "hotel rwanda": "If people see this footage, they'll say, 'oh my god, that's terrible,' and they'll go on eating their dinners."

i can't quit the job, and if everyone did there would be chaos. my point is just that even with this mundane "order," we don't seem far from chaos anyway.

bareback mount him

jesus man, what a complete chuckle-fuck i've been with the blogging. i don't feel bad about the lack of motivation but lament not writing regularly. it's exercise for the brain and i'm turning into a fat sack of crap.

i had a noteworthy thought about the oscars last weekend but forgot what it was. i'm liking george clooney more and more, always liked phil-sey-hoff, pregnant rachel weisz is still so hot want to touch the hiney, "crash" was decent but not the best. find me a more comprehensive conglomeration of b-list actors in one movie. double dog dare.

doesn't "ang lee" sound like an asian trying to say "angry?" that's not very p.c. of me. i imagine that his mom was really pissed about having a baby.

it's strange that "six shooter" won best live action short film. i had money one "the last farm."

months ago i loaned my copy of "arrested development" season 1 to a friend (a friend no longer, no sir) who has since been incommunicado. so bad is my jones for some un-wholesome bluth family fun that i just ordered another copy. it's the closest thing to a bible i currently have, which sounds ridiculous, but it really does give me solace to watch episodes over and over. it's right up there with gandhi.
no touching!

Come, waste time reading an inane quiz I wasted time answering

70 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DON'T DO KNOW ABOUT ME:

1. DO YOU SNORE?
I love s'mores but haven't had any in forever.

2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?
Neither really

3. WHAT ARE YOUR WORST FEARS?
The unknown and the bomb.

4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?
Not a "maniac," but definitely avid.

6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
No.

7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY
I was never a baby. I'm one of the pod people.

8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?
At the moment, it seems.

9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?
Black. And white.

10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
Shower?

11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?
No.

12. ANY SECRET TALENT?
Witty quiz responses.

13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?
My bed.

14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?
Not. At. All.

15. CAN YOU SWIM?
Yes.

16. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?
Yes.

17. DO YOU CARE ABOUT THE OZONE?
Very much.

18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP?
116.

19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?
Only if I'm drunk and have to do it in front of a cop.

20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?
Mostly "in" it, not "on" it.

21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?
No. One-and-a-half brothers.

22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?
Electric because you can stick other stuff in there to see what happens.

23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?
It is abominable, unless you rely on it for life.

24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
No -- marriage is a hinderance on monogamy.

25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING
I'm in love with my handwriting.

26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?
Nothing, although I get really uncomfortable around people in hospitals.

27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU "?
1992.

28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE?
Elvis... I'm sure there are plenty of Elvises alive out there.

30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Either fertilized or used for stem cell research.

31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?
Janeane Garofalo died her hair blonde once and she was still very smart.

32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?
In the other shoe when it falls.

33. WHAT TIME IS IT?
Peanut butter jelly time!

34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME(s)?
Several.

35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?
Yes.

36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?
1992 -- I said "I love you" to someone and they threw me out of while it was moving. I can't bring myself to ride in a car ever since.

37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?
Neither. (Showers)

38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?
As real as William Gee.

39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?
I'll take what I can get.

40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
The dark? No. The light? A resounding yes.

41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?
Sleep and oxygen.

42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?
Crunchy. Peanut butter jelly time!

43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?
Let's hope not.

44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?
No.

45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?
13.

46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
Not in this world.
47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER
Yes, thanks to drugs.

48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
Hazel.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
It has its moments.

51. WHOSE LIFE IS BETTER?
What nard-garbler wrote these questions?

52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?
Obviously not or I never would have started this quiz.

54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?
Piano, saxomaphone, some guitar, clitoris.

55. HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN MONEY?
Technically? Yes.

56. DO YOU LOVE SOMEBODY?
Several people.

57. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDNT?
Someone I shouldn't know or shouldn't like? Fuck you quiz-writer!

58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?
I don't laugh.

59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
Nah.

60. ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?
I'd rather have a human female, but greasing up a dog's ass may work for some. Different strokes, whatever.

61. YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?
Well, I don't believe in marriage so divorce is pretty irrelevant. Actually scratch that, it's because I believe in divorce that I don't believe in marriage.

62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?
I'd rather not imitate Michael Jackson in any way. Maybe his bank account.

63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?
Nope, nevr.

64. IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?
Fuck you.

65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE
A baby.

66. DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?
Not on my nails.

67. HAVE YOU EVER STAYED UP ALL NIGHT
Are we talking priaprism? (Look it up)

68. WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIALS?
Generally all of them.

69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?
I don't even know what that is.

70. FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT?
Unfair question. Also, fuck you.

a post you probably won't read until monday because you have lives

words hover above meaninglessness. we use them to communicate and assign what are at best loose definitions to the abstract and not-so-abstract (all things), but essentially they mean nothing. you are not what you say, you are not what you write, you are not your own self-image. all you are is what you do and what you love. tell me what you love and i'll know everything relevant about you.

as i age i notice that my circle of friends acquaintences changes consistently. how this happens i can't say, or whether it's a phenomenon specific to me or not. my own theory is that i get bored with people, who were probably bored with me from the get-go. i get bored, and annoyed, and feel taken for granted, and at some point cease to put up with it. i subsequently go through a social hiatus wherein i communicate very little with the outside world, recharge the chi, and get back to it. sunrise, sunset.

it's possible i'm too intolerant of others' bugaboos, which shouldn't be such big deals. fuck it, they're not really bugaboos so much as character flaws and emotional immaturity. to hell with them. at least to elsewhere with them.

but also i forget to pay more attention to the actions of friends than the words. i need to get a placard or something and hang it up in my bathroom to remind myself. no more piss down my back disguised as rain.

34%!

who are the minus-minds who STILL approve of this through-and-through douchelicker? it's like saying that you enjoy sandblasting your genitals in a swimming pool of salty lemon juice. i can wonder the same about that 23o approved of nixon right before he left the white house.

of course there's always a certain percentage who won't disapprove of bush regardless of what he does.

he raped a puppy? well, yes... because.. 9-11!

we now get news that he had another biking accident in scotland. oh how this tickles me:

US President George W Bush was waving to police when he fell off his bike at the G8 summit in Scotland last July, newly published police papers reveal.

The smash left Mr Bush with scrapes on his hands and arms, and the policeman needing crutches for an ankle injury.

At the time, Mr Bush laughed off the crash as a sign "I should act my age".

The police report confirms that Mr Bush later telephoned the injured policeman to ask how he was and to apologise.

The cause of the officer's injury was officially recorded as being "hit by a moving/falling object".

a falling object? so... many... jokes...

it's not a bad metaphor for his entire presidency. get this man some training wheels, or at least get h.w. running behind him with his hand on junior's seat.

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currently listening to:
feist

let it die (2005)

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