A recording of Alan Watts on the music of life.  Try it, Mikey, you’ll like it.

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Not just like an asshole, but a super-duper asshole.  This site collects photos of some of my own pet peeve behavior, bad and inconsiderate car parking.  A non-handicap car taking up not one, but TWO handicap spots, for example.  When I’m the emperor of the world, and of course that’ll happen any day now, it’ll be the death penalty for these super duper assholes.

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Sometimes, Karl Rove gets a bad rap.  Like, when top blogger Atrios names him Wanker of the Day. I have it on good authority that Karl was NOT wanking that day, it’s just that while standing at Walter Reed Hospital, thinking about what it must feel like for President Bush, his near, dear and great friend, to have that long, round object going up past your rectum and just keep going in further and farther and … well it was perfectly innocent that his hand was in his pocket and that he would fondle, uhm, toy with, uhm, play with, hum, ah! RATTLE!  Yeah, rattle his keys.

No, the real wanker of the day was the Dick, who musta been boppin’ the bishop and chokin’ the chicken just about the whole day, what with officially having complete presidential power.  We’re lucky he didn’t pardon Libby, but I’m guessing he didn’t have the time to do both.  I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what GW does in the Oval Office because I’m pretty sure he ain’t getting no BJs from Laura since that tranked up First Lady has already killed one boyfriend that tried to play that.

Oooooh.  All of a sudden, I feel a little greasy.  Slimed.  Like, for a minute there, I turned into one of those anti-Clinton wignuts from 1998.

I hated those guys.

That’s the kind of sliming that Karl Rove does and I absolutely hate that kind of political speech.  It’s precisely why I dislike Rove.  His rhetorical tactics are unfair. 

Or, it could just be hyperbole for the sake of humor.

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It’s not cool for smokers to leave their butts on the beach, but I am not sure THIS is the answer (don’t miss PeeWee’s big butt vid).

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I can’t explain this, you’ll just have to go there.

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Finished it this morning about 8:30 a.m.

Then slept until 4 p.m.

Felt just like when I was 11 and was reading under the covers with a flashlight. 

 Loved it.  Yeah.

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Are these ideas too dangerous to even raise as topics, much less discuss?

Be honest, did just reading some parts make you a little uncomfortable?

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Later …

Here’s another dangerous idea:  men are happier if their wives are smart but women don’t care if their mate is dumb.

Hey, I’m not the Aussie that did the study nor the story, I’m just passing it along.

I’m just saying …

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Still later …

NEWS FLASH: Women lie .

Duh

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So late, it’s early …

An idea out of history — more danger

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OMG, do you know the time?

Cool car, but uncool thoughts?

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So late, I’ve gone wierd …

This bio from the edges of the ‘netverse about a Victorian Englishman who fathered 90 children until he went impotent at age 83 over Hitler’s invasion of Sudatenland and stopped sending the National Socialists any more money.

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Please watch this video. It requires no comment by me.

It explains why this isn’t a joke:

How many Republicans does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Go fuck yourself.

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Andy Sullivan at Daily Dish is collecting them:

Why do women hate to date Republicans?

They always SAY they’re going to pull out, but they never do and when it’s a disaster, they refuse to have a Plan B.

How many Republicans does it take to screw in a light bulb?

None. Republicans don’t bother with new light bulbs, they declare a War on Darkness and set the house on fire.

How many Repubs does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Repubs only screw in brothels, not in the light

How many Repubs … ?

None.  The socket welcomes the lightbulb with flowers and chocolates in their world.

Update

Katrina Update

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I blogged about something I was thinking about after having read something MCARP wrote about television and now Westika is blogging about my blogpost …

Anyway, … .

My last post only looks at a small part of that generation and just what little I can seem to observe.  I’m also bored with their apathy, binge drinking/bonging/snorting/whatever and I also think they are misguided.  I wasn’t trying to debate them, only describe them as best I could.

I also “get” the comment by Mary about the kids she observes in Charleston.  There have always been those guys in Izod shirts and Dockers in places like the resort town of Charleston and there are those exact same guys here in the world’s largest small town.  It’s the children of this generation’s Nichols Hills salt-of-the-earth self made assholes.  Right, Flibbertigibbet?  And those girls will also wear the today equivilant of the plaid Bermuda shorts and Peter Pan collared white button shirt.  As we might say in Oklahoma City, there has always been a Harold’s and there always will be.  It’s the prep school clique from Casady and these days Heritage Hall.  The East Coast plays a bigger league “prep school” game than we do, what with Andover and all, but it’s still the same game, even if the stakes are a little  different.  It’s remarkable to me, but the prep kids who find themselves in Oklahoma City or who return to Oklahoma City still run in the same crowds and it’s still a high school social thing in its inveterate and impenatrable clique-ishness.

The ones from my generation are the proud, mindless Republican boors who are currently riding high on petroleum money.  The oil guys are getting $75 a barrel and acting like they invented wealth.  The natural gas guys are all trying to be Aubrey Mc. at Chesapeake and spending money like they were billionaires.  They all go to MetroLifeNonDenominational TV Church and are holier than thou, youbetcha.  And their kids have the same arrogance plus the natural “Know It ALL” attitude of brash young men fresh from their victories on the high school lacrosse playing fields.  And, of course, THESE kids are optimistic and all about their current love lives/joining of contiguous empires as the nobility always has been.  These kids, born on third base, wake up believing they’ve just hit a triple.  No wonder they are optimistic.  Fresh faced, pink cheeked little darlings.  Not as metaphor, but literally, they are George Bush.  He is now and always has been the Yale cheerleader.  The “gentleman’s C” that comes from having Prescott Bush endow a whole building.  Skull and Crossbones doesn’t stop at graduation.  They only have one personality that they all share.  Fanatically sure of themselves, believing that what they believe is literally divine, they are now and always have been insufferable.  They run things, they know it and they are, by reason of wealth and status and position, invulnerable to the vicissitudes of the life of the rest of us.  When we want a lot of money and are willing to sacrifice and work our asses off in the struggle for the legal tender, these people are who we want to be and who we want as children.  Yeah, I know.  YOU would be different.  You would be the self made rich guy in  Nichols Hills who ISN’T the asshole.  You would be one of the down-to-earth Nichols Hills guys that Flibbertigibbet sees at Nichols Hills Plaza Starbucks.  Right.

Well, that’s exactly who these kids want to be.  They want to be rich and right.  Not only do they see no obstacles, they see this as their birthright. 

While I think the local faux nihilists and Fox News preps are both statistically significant on the youngster’s population pie graph, I think they still represent small slices.  I don’t know enough about hip hop culture, Latinos or lots  of other young adults to even pretend to be able to capture their generation.  I can say I’m glad to know Westika and Pink Lady and a few others in that age bracket and the ones I know much about at all seem like they are more “real” than either of the two groups I’ve described.  So, I have hope.

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