Bernie Madoff vs. Kathy Griffin

I need another fix, boys and girls. Sexual hijinks would do, but if you can't, you can't. You could send money instead. If Bernie Madoff took your dough, then write me a gracious comment and I'll try not to make fun of you. I wonder just how many people would love to kill Madoff? I'd like to kill him and I didn't even have financial dealings with him. At the least, I'd enjoy knocking the snot out of the hateful little shit with one of those little souvenir baseball bats! Wouldn't you? When I worked in Pest Control, I kept one of those little bats around for the rats that office workers would trap and then call me! They'd worked so hard, but every time declined to finish the damn job! I'd get some funny looks as I left the building with the bat in one hand and "something" wrapped up in an old rag! Oh, about those comments I asked for. Keep in mind that I'm in love with Kathy Griffin, the D-list comedienne, and that therefore my brainwaves have become even further deformed than they used to be, though you can be pretty sure I won't send you any rats. I haven't seen any real ones for years!

Michael Jackson Again?

More Sensations!

I woke up to the remarkable CNN news today that "it's been "6" weeks since Micheal Jackson died and he's still dead!" At least, that's what it sounded like from across the room, even if I was hearing it wrong. Maybe they said "unburied"? It's all TV sensationalistic crap to keep their ratings propped up, you know, and I wouldn't put it past them to say anything! It is true, isn't it, that Wolf Blitzer and Larry King at one time were NOT such whores for pop gossip and the insignificant farts and twitters of your nanny's doggie lovers? For that matter, Anderson Cooper, who started out with pretty good credentials as an even younger serious newsman, used to give a shit, but now he's like the rest of the twits and talking heads and he will talk about anything to anyone and kiss their ass, too. Oh, Yummy. Where are the newsmen of yesteryear? Oh, that's right, Walter Cronkite died last month. Which means that ordinary good journalism has been in trouble for some decades. There are a few reporters, both male and female, most of them covering a war somewhere, who try to stick to news, but since they have to do it all in this modern milieu of TV money and sensational stories, by the time they take over for Wolf Blitzer and the other "anchors", they'll be just as co-opted and just as worthless, I fear. Blitzer is only one of those newsmen or newswomen who are just as famous as Brad Pitt and Angelina Poof these days--they just aren't as popular as Brad and Angie. Christ, feed me to the ducks, the world makes no sense!

Oh My

What Can We Do?

Oh my, how we sigh When we attempt to keep an eye on ourselves Or a rein on our grievous disposition And not be insulting to anyone and keep our balance, too! It can't be done, no matter how I thrive. I may not deserve it, But I get what's done, I get what I've earned. I promise now I'll try To make my future expeditions slower And keep my foolish expectations lower. I'm sorry I was so nice at first And turned out to be the kind of sorry soul That resembled a boat on a stormy sea, But cannot float, even in the calm of a wading pool.

Salvation Coming?

The World Goes On
I hate all this, I must admit-- There's no way of knowing When I'll stop caring or start Or when it'll all be fixed Or when it may end Or if it ever will move on And be like the second coming of anything for anyone.

Intelligent ArtistVH McKenzie

She's Been Here Before
Check this out! You'll like what she likes! A Night At The Museum.

Conclusion I'm Reaching

I should be returned and redeemed like an old fashioned Coke bottle.

Justice for the Supreme Court?

Glad the Sotomayor "trial" is over. If all the whiners were at least innocent of such prejudices as they declare that judges ought to be, maybe it would be tolerable, but politicians make a big stink about how judges should be as clean as the driven snow when they themselves have hearts as black as Justice Thomas and they blacken everything they touch like some careless roughneck from the Texas oil fields! I don't think I recall much merit about the "non-prejudice" or "non-party-affiliation" of the Supreme Court that appointed George Bush as President. I'm afraid that bit of justice entirely escaped me! They had the Power and they used it; no further discussion! That's how it usually works, isn't it? Judges are people and people are knaves--if she didn't "assassinate" Micheal Jackson or smother any of the Nancy Grace Sensation Babies, just shut up and get on with it!!!

Five?

I wonder if five is a magic number (or a cursed one)? These days it seems to me that about half the people who've been on my "Intelligent Blogs" list at some point started out so eager and energetic that some of them wrote, not only daily, but every five hours. These days, the same people have gotten to where they are more likely to write every five days or five weeks. I now assume that the ones who haven't written for five months don't much plan to write in their blog again. All these people were important constituents of my "world" for the past five (?!) years, though, and it feels very strange now. Many are gone, but even those who remain are changed. Some of us are like cadavers--not all the changes are good. Even though we keep the blog looking alive, I realize that it may just be rolling downhill. Lately I have tried hard to find some new blogs that are as fascinating as the old ones were, but so far I've failed. I'll have to try harder. There's bound to be some, so it's probably my shortcoming that I do not recognize them when they flit past! I am probably wearing out, like that old Tin Man from "The Wizard of Oz". If only Judy Garland would come along in cute little pig-tails and give me a brain, a heart, and a terrific damn hard-on, I'd be all set!

George Sodini--Mr. Nobody

You read about madmen who shoot up their gym or school or whatever, then off themselves, and you wonder why they didn't just cut to the chase. If it's a mental defect to contemplate suicide, I think it's even more so to want to kill others first, especially if it's strangers that you intend to kill. Thinking about George Sodini's sick sad bio that's been revealed so far, though, what else could he have done? Everyone was a stranger to a pitiful loser like him--that's all he could have killed! If Society were a living consciousness--which it's not--I guess you could say that it really fucked George up. Anyway, he wasn't the first one and won't be the last one who flips out. Sodini talks mean about his mother in his diary, but she must not have been very tough or she'd have strangled him in his cradle! Stupid woman.

Let Everything Be

Don't worry, don't cry, Don't ever change-- But stay out of range. Let everything be itself, Especially you and me. Don't say too much or hear too much Or complain because we can't behave. I swear I'm often just acting or reacting And everyone's a target, Including you and me, until we're dead.