Thursday, August 20, 2015
Tomorrow is the day Max's Dad & Mom sends Max off to college. Jesus, where has this time gone? It was about 6 months ago, or so it seems, we were dropping him off at kindergarten. It seems like a month ago we were touring the new middle school. It seems a week ago we were sending him to the same high school Max's Uncle attended. It seems like yesterday that Max was still living with us. Oh it was. Sometimes what seems like yesterday actually was yesterday. If I could stop time, believe me, I would. Not to keep me young, but to keep Max young.
Going off to college was overwhelming 40 years ago, when I left. Christ, I was scared shitless. And I had pretty much been so independent I could handle anything. Except I couldn't. Two weeks into the college experience, I was walking back to the dorm from a night class when suddenly I became so vulnerable and unsure of myself, I sat down on a bench in the middle of the campus and cried. I missed my home, my parents, my brother, my dog, my safety net. I was ready to come home and quit. Thank goodness it was a time when no cell phone existed, no social media existed, no way for me to cry for help. I had to tough it out. And I did. But it was rough, real rough.
I don't want it to be rough for Max. I want it to be easy for him. But I know it will not be. He is much less independent than me. He counts on his mother and me to be there for him. And I fear we won't be when it gets hard. Actually I fear he won't ask us to be there. I didn't. I gutted it out on my own and dammit I wish I hadn't. I wish I had the options kids have today. The cell phones, the social media, the skype, the easy access to help. I had a collect call back home. And the United States Mail. I wrote my Dad a lot. Always addressed it to his office. It wasn't so much to ask for anything, it was more of a hey I'm still here, and I think about you a lot. I hope Max does that, only by text or email or cell phone. That would have been so great in 1975.
Max is a lot like me. Socially uncomfortable. Shy. A bit of a stick in the mud. But so much smarter than me. But nowhere near as street smart. That bugs me. Did we coddle him too much? Did we prepare him for life? Did we concentrate too much on being his buddy and not his parents? I hope not. He will probably be all right, but what if he isn't? That's on us. That concerns me.
Damn, it's like I'm going into a new chapter of life too. The whole empty nest shit doesn't bother me at all. I talk to Max's Mom all the time. It's not like we'll sit around in silence. Sitting around, yes. Silence, hardly. Just wait till Donald Trump comes on TV with another of his simpleton appealing terrific "ideas". She'll be begging for silence. But with Max not here, not coming in at midnight or 1 am or whenever, I will be very empty. Does he need me anymore? Does he treasure any memories? Will he ever come home? These are all concerns I have rattling around in my low self esteem brain.
I know kids every year, millions of them, go away to school. And 99.9% of them make bad choices at some point. What will be Max's bad choices? We never drank or smoked around him. I yelled a lot, as I always have, and he yells too. I am reminded of the old Taxi TV show where Jim, an intelligent straight A student at Harvard, meets Tom Hanks and eats the funny brownie and the rest is history. I know its a bizarre thing to think of, but this is my mind at this time.
Are you sure I can't stop time?
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Just a quick aside and movie recommendation.
Back in 1971 I remember a Life Magazine (yeah I'm old) featuring an article about a little experiment done during the summer at Stanford where a bunch of students, trying to pick up some grass money, volunteered to become either prison inmates or guards for two weeks. What happened was classic psychology. And expected.
The guards became power hungry assholes and the inmates became unhinged and timid. Gee,really?
Anyway a movie has been released about this "experiment". It's not a documentary, its an actual film with actors and directors and writers. And it is fascinating, frightening and features some of the best young acting talent I have ever seen.
Go see it before it goes away. It will keep you captivated the entire time. It will make you wonder what you would do in this situation. It will make you angry, sad and bewildered. And you can go home and look up all this young acting talent on IMDB since you will go "where have I seen him before" or "wow that guy is good and I want to see more"
Never thought these words would come out of anyone's mouth, but one of the actors has the privilege of being in the two best movies of the year. Well my best two anyway.
Wow. The only thing that was more surprising at that Donald Trump coming out party last week on Fox News than the John Kasich actually doesnt wanna kill all the gays speech, is that Jeb Bush is such a dullard. This guy, the presumed coronation prince, is such a stiff that Hillary started dumping top secret e-mails on Skype for everyone to see.
Now we all knew that Jeb Bush was really the dumb one, I mean for chrissakes he goes by "Jeb", but who knew he was both dumb and dull?
Jeb is in Iowa this week sucking up to people so enamored with themselves every 4 years or so they actually act proud of that fucking butter cow. It's Iowa State Fair week in Des Moines or wherever and every hick from East Moline to Omaha goes to see whatever country act is stealing their money this year. And every dick from Chris Christie to Carly Fiorina shows up to play Harold Hill and fleece the rubes. And despite wearing bread bags on their shoes like all Iowans, the shit is impossible to avoid.
Jeb the Dullard is running around Iowa giving his brother, the not as dumb as Jeb one, a hand job by doubling down on the Iraq War being a good thing, or in Jebspeak, a "good deal". Ya see, to Jeb, who is being sucked off by the same bunch of war criminals that gave us that "good deal", the fact that Saddam Hussein is gone, made it all worth it. All the instability left in the wake of Saddam's demise aint brother George's fault, its that Bill Clinton, husband of Hitlery, and that Obummer guy's fault cuz Paul Wolfowitz and Stephen Hadley said so.
You remember Wolfowitz, the guy with the comb and that greasy hair. Wolfowitz is the guy who as soon as he saw a Tower on fire, instead of hollering "what the fuck" hollered "INVADE IRAQ!!!" Wolfowitz, who ought to be in a foreign jail someplace, is "advising" the dumb Bush on foreign policy. Hey,America, wake up! It's happening again.
And Stephen Hadley. Remember this asshole? The guy who stuck the infamous 16 words into the 2003 State of The Union speech delivered by the not as dumb as Jeb Bush brother. "The British government has learned that Saddam Hussein recently sought significant quantities of uranium from Africa." Well other than the fact that the British do have a government and there is uranium in Africa someplace, the rest of it was a fucking lie.
Yep, these guys are in Jeb's ear. Remember that for when Trump quits and Jebbie suddenly becomes the party favorite again cuz his name is familiar or something.
The Iraq War was a "good deal".
Tell that to the 4500 American families who lost a loved one in that "good deal".
Tell that to the hundreds of thousands of Iraqi families who lost loved ones in that "good deal". In fact considering 3000 or so lives were lost on 9/11, I think we have made up for it and should call it even.
Tell that to the Tea Party Nitwits complaining about the national debt and out of control spending cuz they really care about
Yeah Jeb, "good deal".
Thursday, August 13, 2015
In retrospect, this is one cool dude. Jimmy Carter. Revealed to have cancer yesterday and at 90 that aint good.
The greatest living ex-president, only a fucking dick would argue with that, who travels the world looking out for the downtrodden instead of enriching himself, is in dire straights. But ya know, Jimmy Carter probably doesn't think so. I wouldn't be surprised to see him out there building houses or feeding orphans soon enough.
This guy came along in 1975 running for President against the likes of Hubert Humphrey and Ed Muskie and all those other Democrats who were shoo ins. And Jimmy Carter kicked all their asses. And my Dad and I were not happy. The smile, the humble act, the Jesus. Who trusted that back in 1976? Nope. This guy was up to something.
We got over it of course. I mean who the hell in my family was going to vote for that stumblebum, Gerald Ford? It was my first vote for President and though Carter wasn't Frank Church he also wasn't a flippin Republican.
Jimmy Carter may have been the perfect man for the time. The 1970's sucked. Forget all the nostalgia and the bullshit revisionist history. The 1970's blew.
And Jimmy Carter took the hit. As America stopped growing up and instead regressed back into believing lies, Carter told it like it was. The famous malaise speech. Listen to it again. He was right. but America wanted lies and bullshit, a trend continuing on today.
Jimmy Carter may have not been the greatest President ever, but it's hard to argue he isn't the best human being ever. Come on, The Allman Brothers standing with a President? That was the best!
Sunday, August 9, 2015
A mishmash of rubbish. Ok, Keith Richards. Ok fine, let's see what he actually said. Oh yeah, about the Beatles. That album. Sgt Pepper.
What Keith said to Esquire was this:
No, I understand—the Beatles sounded great when they were the Beatles. But there's not a lot of roots in that music. I think they got carried away. Why not? If you're the Beatles in the '60s, you just get carried away—you forget what it is you wanted to do. You're starting to do Sgt. Pepper. Some people think it's a genius album, but I think it's a mishmash of rubbish, kind of like Satanic Majesties—"Oh, if you can make a load of shit, so can we."
The Beatles sounded great when they were the Beatles.
Yep, cant disagree with that.
But there's not a lot of roots in that music.
Yep. Can't disagree with that either.
I think they got carried away. Why not?
Yep, definitely carried away.
If you're the Beatles in the '60s, you just get carried away—you forget what it is you wanted to do.
Yep, can't disagree with that either.
You're starting to do Sgt. Pepper. Some people think it's a genius album, but I think it's a mishmash of rubbish, kind of like Satanic Majesties—"Oh, if you can make a load of shit, so can we."
Ok, yep get it, Keith. can't disagree with that either, especially that part about if you can make a load of shit, so can we.
So what's the big hub bub about?
Keith Richards doesn't like Sgt.Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band. Cuz it has no roots. And the Beatles forgot what it is they wanted to do. And they got carried away.
And thank fucking Gawd all of that is true.
The Beatles albums did not have any roots after 1965. It's because they made their own fucking roots and stopped recreating old blues stuff because they got bored with it and had stuff rolling around in their heads nobody had ever heard before. Yeah they forgot what it is what they wanted to do, like most people who grow up and accept reality. Or in the Beatles case, realize what they wanted to do wasn't anywhere near what they felt they HAD to do. And yep, Keith, they got carried away.
Got so damned carried away they put things on that album nobody had ever heard before. Pushed by Brian Wilson to bust out of the image and do whatever it is they wanted to do. Good for them.
Oh I have to resist the Stones bashing. I will. The roots are there, Keith. Keep paying tribute. That's fine if that's what you wish to do. But to hammer on others who create roots of their own is just plain lazy.
Some day just compare Sgt Peppers to Their Satanic Majesties Request.
There's only one "load of shit" there. Not two.
And one masterpiece.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Man, it's hard to ignore this prick, Trump. The guy is a trainwreck, a bigot, a pig and total classless clod but damn he is entertaining in that what the fuck sort of way.
The Republican food fight is over. For now. Roger Ailes sent his attack dogs out to eliminate this loudmouthed blockhead from the polls in this debate and they may well have succeeded. Megyn Kelly, who looks like a Trump trophy wife, was the bait. Trump doesn't care about a shill like Chris Wallace or a neckless hobbit like Bret Baier, he's busily sizing up Kelly and her blonde locks for his trophy wall. And Kelly hung herself over the boat waiting for the corn husk haired shark to jump. He did.
Of course he fucking did. He can't help it. Donald Trump is a thin skinned bully who really really hates women who stand up to his bullshit. Shit, he couldn't even let go a years long feud with Rosie O'Donnell in taking the bait. Wow. Trump has declared financial bankruptcy on a few occasions and now he has declared moral bankruptcy in front of 24 million people.
After the "debate", which quite frankly I couldn't care less about, Trump took to twitter as he always does to start in with his insults. Kelly is a "bimbo" a "loooozer". Frank Luntz is a "slob". All of this from a so called billionaire at 3 am? So wired up that someone, especially some broad, would stand up to him and call him on his own words he can't even wait till morning. Then last night on CNN, Donald Trump landed on the boat and Megyn Kelly stabbed him with the harpoon. "She was bleeding from the eyes, bleeding from the whatever".
Now that may be funny to the Trump male voters, some of the dumbest living creatures on Earth. However, to most women. Not funny. Oh yeah there's some women who think that funny, more of the dumbest creatures on Earth, but really?
Donald, you're done. Get back on Celebrity Apprentice where you belong. Go back to "firing" "celebrities". Go back to being a pompous ass in front of hundreds of viewers (I admit it I fast forward thru it to the boardroom parts). Go back to fantasizing about dating your daughter. Go back to schmoozing with Gary Busey or Meat Loaf.
Yep, by falling into Roger Ailes trap, by reacting to obvious baiting by blonde chicks who can read a script, You, Donald Trump, have picked the wrong fuckin guy to fuck with!
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
54 years ago a baby Damien Obama, or Barry Soweto, or Nobama Obummer was born in Kenya or Indonesia or Calgary or the Panama Canal Zone but definitely not in 'Merica. The satan child of Saul Alinsky and Angela Davis, little Barry Alinsky was raised by the Manson Family East in Kenya or Indonesia but definitely not in the U S A U S A! In keeping with the giant conspiracy to one day install a Kenyan born Muslim Nazi Socialist Anti-Colonialist Homo Demoncrat into the presidency, the liberal media and its minions, yep those lil yellow minions, kept up a 40 some year "story" of how lil Barack grew up in Hawaii (sort of America) and went to Columbia University and Harvard though nobody ever saw him in either place and yet he went there on affirmative action cuz he's dumb cuz he's black like his dumb wife, Moochelle. So yes, he never went there but he did go there on the taxpayer dime. Makes sense.
The Soros Family kept up the facade by dressing up lil Barry in University of Hawaii t shirts and swinging a baseball bat even though he was actually on the beaches of Indonesia and swinging a cricket bat. Clever Soros family.
All through his conspiracy fueled life, little Barry Alinsky-Davis just kept believing that someday, America would be so dumbed down they would first elect this son of Ed Asner and Sandra Fluke to the Illinois State Senate where he would totally cause 9/11, then elect him to the United States Senate where he could totally cause Hurricane Katrina and then finally, the Presidency of the United States of America!
Now it's done. The destruction of America thanks to the lil guy hatched from a pod 54 years ago in somewhere totally not in America.
Happy Hatch Day, President Barack Hussein Obama. Keep up the good work!