General morning entries
Monday, July 20, 2009
Fibro Fog
I fucking HATE this condition, I really do. Either I am in too much pain to sit and type more than a few sentences, or I can’t concentrate to come up with much of anything worth typing, much less reading.
I had hopes than John and Helo would fill in the gaps a little, but they each have lives too, and even if I were to double their pay, it’d still be the cube root of Fuckall (plus the number of intelligent beings in Congress). This blog is a labor of love, and there is neither deadline nor quotas involved.
However, if any of you have the occasional opinion you wish to post, I would be happy to donate both the bandwidth and a small-but-loyal readership.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sorry, I had to take a break
Things were - and still are - piling up, but the end is in sight for a lot of things.
Just a few thoughts about the past week…
1. Obama is a fucking coward. That stupid jackass is on TV every fucking day, talking up one project or another of his that will end up costing several hundred billions MORE dollars than the last time we had seen him (e.g., the day before), yet when the Iranians are getting slaughtered in the streets by their despotic regime, the best he can do is a written statement released by a press contact, fully a WEEK after the election that was so rigged that even Jimmeh the Rabbit-Killer would say, “Er, um, hey, uh, guys? I’m not so sure about this...”?
2. That having been said, unless there is a new revolution, the simple fact that Mousavi was allowed on the ballot in the first place shows that he had been cleared by the Supreme Council of Clerics. That makes the difference not that between Barack Obama and Ronald Reagan, but rather that between Barack Obama and John Kerry. Israel and America are still referred to as “Ground Zero” and “the Great Satan”, respectively. (Just like they are in Obama’s National Security Council meetings, coincidentally enough.)
3. I’ve been saying it for a while now, and I will remind you all of it: we will have a Second American Revolution before 2025. (Even Glenn Beck is openly calling for one.) But I need to make one amendment. Having Barry as our President does to the nation what it is said smoking does for the body - to wit, “every time you take five minutes to smoke a cigarette, you lose five minutes from the end of your life.” Every year that Barry spends as POTUS moves that 2025 deadline one year closer - at the end of his first term, it will be not later than 2021, and if he is re-elected in 2012, it will happen right about at the end of his administration, 2017, assuming it hasn’t happened earlier…
4. We need to get the fuck out of California. ‘Nuff said.
5. We REALLY need to get the fuck out of California.
6. Nana’s 87th birthday party was held last night, and much fun was had by all, with lots of food consumed, and Nana being so exhausted that she was in bed before everyone left (at around 9pm).
7. I will try to keep up the posting a bit better, but I needed to get a firmer grasp on day-to-day things. Bear with us, folks.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Being A Man: Part One Of The 2009 Series
I just can’t help myself.
AskMen.com has an excellent article that should help the world get rid of the overwhelming pussification that is overtaking men. Here is a snippet:
Tough guys play hurt, take the pain and know that complaining is only for cafones who crave attention. The respect that comes from enduring pain is a lot better than the sympathy you get from moaning about it. President Roosevelt gave a speech despite the fact that he had just been shot in the chest. Now you have guys taking up hospital beds with a bad case of hangnail. I’m not saying you have to endure as much as Teddy, but remember that complaining is a sign of weakness, and it’s definitely not a sign that you can be a tough guy.
In other words, stop complaining and go out there and do something about it.
Editors Note: I would recommend reading my first post in the ongoing series of taking the weakness out of the modern man to get caught up with what I’m doing here.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Kicking in the door of 2009
Busting through in a tactical triangle, we catch freeze-frame glimpses of the horrified faces of the political belly-laughs du jour - Barry Soertoro, Hillary Diane Rodham, admitted felon Billy Jeff, Harry “Real Estate” Reid and Nancy “I want to fly in Air Force Two dammit!” Pelosi.
The scandals sheets are tabula rasa, just waiting to be filled in with the names of the senior members of the new administration, and I am starting a pool on how many times they blame Dubya in the next two years.
I’m guessing an average of two per week until the 2010 elections. Any takers?
Speaking of which, we will be starting a new contest soon, so watch this space…
Friday, December 26, 2008
Merry (belated) Christmas
Ugh… I need coffee...
Allow me to drop a little bit of knowledge for all of the rookie cops out there: never piss off your scheduling unit. Somehow along the way in my career, I pissed off the scheduling guys at my unit. Then again, it’s not hard for me to piss people off. But that’s besides the point. I can’t get a day off to save my life. Literally. I’ve been working double shifts and filling behind people that got the holiday’s off for close to a month straight due to my big mouth.
Sometimes it’s easier to just play the game and go with the flow. Especially if you want to get a day off.
So how was your Christmas?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Movies For Guys: Quote Of The Day
Spoken like a true man.
I really can’t stand when some wimpy half-man promotes vampires as some kind of hero or touchy-feely man. They suck ass. They are the epitome of the anti-man. And to prove that point, James Woods drives it home:
No… Well first of all, they’re not romatic. Its not like they’re a bunch of fuckin’ fags hoppin’ around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in sight with cheesy Euro-trash accents, all right? Forget whatever you’ve seen in the movies: they don’t turn into bats, crosses don’t work. Garlic? You wanna try garlic? You could stand there with garlic around your neck and one of these buggers will bend you fucking over and take a walk up your strada-chocolata WHILE he’s suckin’ the blood outta your neck, all right? And they don’t sleep in coffins lined in taffata. You wanna kill one, you drive a wooden stake right through his fuckin’ heart. Sunlight turns ‘em into crispy critters.
Kudos to you if you know where this quote came from.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
A Good Old Fashioned Tear Jerker
It’s a good one!
Saturday, December 06, 2008
OJ Simpson - Guilty
What comes around, goes around.
Thirteen years after he killed two people, and thirteen years after he sat around playing golf and writing books, OJ Simpson gets to look forward to a one-man cell in the Special Housing Unit for at least nine years before he can sit before the parole board and ask for another chance at the outside world. Details:
For more than 13 years, he has been widely regarded as the man who got away with murder.
But this morning, O.J. Simpson was punished for other crimes: last year’s kidnapping and armed robbery of two sports memorabilia dealers at Palace Station.
After hearing a statement of remorse from Simpson, whose voice quavered as he spoke, District Judge Jackie Glass imposed a sentence that will keep the former football star behind bars between nine and 33 years.
“I’m not here to try and cause any retribution or any payback for anything else,” the judge told the packed courtroom before announcing her decision. “I want that to be perfectly clear to everyone.”
I like this judge. Straightforward and to the point. It’s amazing how life can catch up with you when you least expect it.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Music For Guys That Like Real Music
Try, try, try, let it ride.
I’ve been going through my music collection trying to put together a list of songs that every real man should have. Here’s one of the best:
Bachman-Turner Overdrive - Let It Ride
Friday, November 07, 2008
To the liberals out there
Just so we start out on the right foot, I would like to say that your new Commander-in-Chief (elect) will receive just as much support from me and my family as our current President received from you.
To the last detail.
In fact, I will be doing what I can to simply cut and paste your comments from the last eight years, changing the names and details where appropriate, showing you the hearts and flowers you have been so generous with the last few election cycles.
Remember “pResident”?
Remember “stolen elections”?
Remember the support for the troops?
Remember “war for oil”?
Remember “LIHOP/MIHOP”?
Remember the cries of “fascism”? “Treason”? “War Crimes”?
I do. So do others.
The nice thing about Obama having a Democratically-dominated Congress (in which he needs absolutely no Republican support to pass bills into law) is that he will now actually have to DO something. And I will be right there waiting for the first mistakes.
Because, as you have been fond of telling us for the last eight years, “Dissent is the highest form of patriotism”.
Choke on it.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Helo Answers Another Great Dating Question
My advice is better than most, but not as good as some.
I was chatting with a female detective I work with on Friday. She was asking me for advice on dating after I informed her that I am Cupid in disguise. Long story short, we got on the topic of men and women who date multiple people at one time. I told her this was a big mistake, especially for women.
Here’s a fact of life: men can go for years without finding one worthwhile person to date. The field is far less populated for men looking for women than it is for women who are looking for men. If you had two pools filled with each sex, you would find a pool overflowing with men, and one that has two or three women complaining about how they can’t find a date. Maybe it’s the Murphy’s Law of the dating world. I’ll keep doing research to find out.
Getting back on track, she asked me how she could narrow the field to find the right man. I immediately cut her off and asked her if she was dating more than one guy. She said that she was. I informed her that dating more than one guy at a time is one of the worst things any woman can do. With a look of disgust on her face, I could tell that she wanted to say, “Hey asshole, guys do it all the time. Why can women do it?” This goes back to the alpha-male winning the hot chick argument that I’ll type up one date.
Dating more than one person at a time requires you to lie. I did it once, and I vowed to never do it again for that reason. Guys have a hard time keeping their stories straight, and the same goes for women. As you do it, you get more lax, and you’re bound to mess-up and screw-up everything you’ve been working on. Going back to my analogy about the two pools, it’s easy for women to go out there and find three or four more suckers, but hard for guys. At the same time, when a guy gets screwed-over by a girl, word is bound to get around, and the last thing the woman wants to be known as is a little hoodrat.
Here is the bottom line ladies: if you date more than one person at a time, you’re going to have to lie. When you finally decide on which guy you want to pick, the stories about what you were doing on those days and nights you lied to him about where you were (hint: you were with another guy, but you told him you had to help your sister move) are going to come out. Whether you want them to or not, the guy will figure it out. And as we say in the cop world, if you lied about one thing, there’s a good chance you’re lying about everything else.
So do yourself a favor and avoid being a serial dater that takes the shotgun approach to going out with guys. If you’re doing it to go out and have a few drinks with no hopes of ever talking to the guy again, it might work. But if you’re testing the waters by throwing out a net and trying everything you catch, you’re going to mess the whole thing up.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The Great Bailout
Ahh… here we go.
It seems that an agreement has been reached in The Great Bailout of 2008™.
Under the rescue plan, the government would pump as much as $700 billion into beleaguered financial firms that are starving for cash, taking over huge amounts of devalued assets from the companies in the hopes of unlocking frozen credit.
The proposal is designed to end a vicious downward spiral that has battered all levels of the economy, in which hundreds of billions of dollars in investments based on mortgages gone bad have cramped banks’ willingness to lend.
“This is the bottom line: If we do not do this, the trauma, the chaos and the disruption to everyday Americans’ lives will be overwhelming, and that’s a price we can’t afford to risk paying,” Sen. Judd Gregg, the chief Senate Republican in the talks, told The Associated Press on Sunday. “I do think we’ll be able to pass it, and it will be a bipartisan vote.”
A breakthrough came when Democrats agreed to incorporate a GOP demand—letting the government insure some bad home loans rather than buy them—designed to limit the amount of federal money used in the rescue.
Another important bargain, vital to attracting support from centrist Democrats and Republicans who are fiscal hawks, would require that the government, after five years, submit a plan to Congress on how to recoup any losses.
I can’t remember where I read it (it might have been here), but taxpayers are looking to lose $800 dollars from their checkbooks in order to bailout the practices of shady lenders. Here’s how I look at it: we’re damned if we do, and we’re damned if we don’t. I don’t want to spend the money. You hear me constantly bitching about how the government takes too much of my paycheck already. But if we don’t do something, our economy is going to collapse. I’ve heard a lot of ultra-conservatives talking about how the market will fix itself over a period of time. That’s womderful if you’re already settled and you don’t have much to worry about, economically speaking. If you have that attitude, there’s a good chance you have a lot of money, own a house, and have relatively few bills. Fine, that’s cool, good for you. But for the rest of us, it sucks. We’re going to be spending more money to fix what should have never happened in the first place. This is straight socialism.
This whole thing could have been avoided if there were ethics in business (remember when those used to exist?) and if the Democrats didn’t have a wild hair up their ass to be politically correct and encourage people who couldn’t afford homes to buy them. The Democrats gave them everything---assistance getting loans, down payment assistance, easy application processes. There are some people who shouldn’t own homes. I hate to say it, but it’s true. The California market has been hit the hardest. Why? We have expensive houses. I have a great job, I make a lot of money, and there is no way in this day and age that I could afford a house in Metro Los Angeles. Yet, people who make way less than I do, who also have to support their kids (and possibly other family members) are buying these houses on little or no down payment, while getting wrapped-up in monthly mortgage payments that devour their entire paycheck.
Does that sound smart? Not at all. Does the connection between Freddy/Fannie Mae’s corporate donations to the Democrats make a little more sense now? It was all a ponzi scheme for them to make money. And they did. Now they’re taking the money and running. And who is here to fix their mess? Us, the taxpayers. Dirtbag businessmen are sitting on a blowup floaties drinking pina coladas while we lose an additional $800 dollars.
So does this make me mad? It makes me very mad. I’m mad that the economy is in the crapper over shady business practices, I’m mad that I have to spend money to fix it, and I’m mad that the free market allowed greed to win in the end.
UPDATE: Fearless Leader Drumwaster makes note of the “NINJA” loans. In his own words, he explains:
I’ve heard those loans described as “NINJA loans”.
No Income, No Job? Approved!
Doesn’t that make you sick to your stomach?
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Fair Winds And Following Seas
Paul Newman has passed away at age 83.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Being A Man: Breaking Up
Sometimes it has to be done.
In my ongoing effort to bring to image and actions of real men back to light, I feel it is my duty to enforce the side of all real men known as the gentleman. Being a man is hard, but being a gentleman is even more difficult. However, it’s worth noting that it’s only difficult if your respect for anything ethical, right, and just has been tossed out the window. On that note, a real man respects women. And being that he respects women, he knows that breaking up with a woman is a task that takes a plan in order to maintain her dignity. After all, this might be one of the hardest things she has ever gone through. Do you really want to leave her more burnt and more scarred than she is already going to be? Hopefully not. If you’re a real man, or looking to find out how to be a man during a breakup, then keep reading.
First of all, everything you do will have to be worded from the position of you being the problem. Even if she has no more redeeming qualities, it’s your duty as a man to take the high road and be the problem. Phrase everything from an “I” point of view. For example:
- Sweetie, I just can’t take all of the yelling and screaming any longer. I can’t work, I can’t sleep, and I feel like I’m making your life miserable.
- Honey, I understand that I don’t make you happy anymore. I see how I’ve changed, and it’s not fair to you for me to be this way.
Do yourself a favor and do not take her out to dinner. If you take her out to dinner and movie and then break this news to her, you’ll probably get shot. Go to her house, make sure you’re in a quiet area, sit down, and explain why the relationship isn’t working any longer. It doesn’t need to be an explained in an essay that will rival Gone With The Wind. Be straightfoward and to the point. If you go on a rant, it will make the woman feel like she did something wrong. Keep it plain and simple.
After you explain, be prepared for a barrage. There will be tears. There will be emotions. She will more than likely throw you out of the house. Allow her the dignity and respect to be able to do that, and don’t fight it. Do what she says. This is her last chance to vent. Be a man and deal with it. Simply turn around and walk away.
Finally, it’s time to turn off your cell phone, unhook your home phone, and avoid checking your e-mail. You will feel guilty, you will feel like crap, and you will feel like calling her back to apologize. Don’t do it. Think back to all of the horrible times in the relationship, and then reflect on why this is the right decision.
A real man will feel pain. He will feel guilt for breaking a womans heart.
A little punk will feel nothing and move onto the next woman. That’s not a real man. That’s a man that John Wayne would sock in the stomach and kick in the throat. Real men have respect for women.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Being A Man: Sunday Edition Video
Just in time.
Jack Burton proves that when faced with impossibly situations in impossible times, a real man just says “what the hell?” and deals with it.
(Note: this clip is from a movie that should be in every DVD collection, Big Trouble in Little China)