LONG IN THE TOOTH

This was a great 4th...yesterday we spent the evening with our friends Jon and Sandy...I even put new strings on my washburn for the occaision, but I got the most out of my G&L ASAT.
Plus, there were lots of dogs around, football dogs mostly and one spazz named stinky. And there was even a cat.
Tonight...the actual 4th... we spent with our friends Cris and Suzanne who have a shitload of dogs...all rescued dogs. A greyhound, a ridgeback and the rest are foxhounds. The patriarch is Muddy.
Muddy is an old man...ravaged by age, the most obvious being his cataracts. When I petted him tonight, I could feel his age telegraphing through my hands...I remembered when they first got him and where did the time go?
He's had a good life since they took him in...but he's coming round to the end. And it made me sad. Sad that Muddy's life is almost over, and sad for the loss Cris and Suzanne see on the horizon.
And I thought about our own dogs. Theo is no spring chicken, and he's not been the healthiest dog. And he's 9. And he's probably near the end as well.
When I was a kid I had dogs. As an adult, I've buried dogs...Buddy, Skeeter, diamond...and we can't forget about cypress.
Loss is what I'm getting at here.
Muddy's not mine, but looking at him tonight, he might as well have been.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say about dogs exactly...but I think I've said it.

IF THERE WAS EVER ANY QUESTION

Check this local headline...:

It's OK to drink alcohol in a Travis County park just as long as it doesn't look like that's what you're doing.Travis county shows it's ass

I grew up here...I have consumed alcoholic beverages in Travis county parks for as long as I can remember. Never once has the sight of a beer can enamored me to the point of commiting a crime, but I have engaged in some onerous malfeasance much to my glee after consuming the contents of said cans.

Now I have to pour my beer in a cup when I go to a county park...somehow that will fight crime.
Idiots.

HEY BABY...IT'S THE 4TH OF JULYYYYYY!

Ann's job affords us precious little time together, and most of that is spent resting up for the next day or the new week. I'm off the 3rd and the 4th, giving me a 4 day weekend. In her team meeting today, Ann managed to wrangle those days off as well!!! I'm looking forward to that time together with no interruptions.
There's one small detail...my evaluation at the hall is scheduled for saturday the first...oops. I am rescheduling that tomorrow, it's been a long time since we had that much time off together and I'm not gonna miss any of it.
Other than that, work is work, the dogs are a pain in the ass as usual, but we would'nt change that for anything (having dogs, not the pain in the ass...we endure that).
We got spend the afternoon on sunday with the kids and the grandkid. Sean is awesome...and almost a year old. Kyle cooked lunch for us at the restaurant he works at. It was very good, he may have found his calling.
I am almost overwhelmed by the GOP shit show...it just gets deeper and deeper, but I'll save that for another time.

FRIDAY'S FUNNY

Enjoy....
Ever divulge more than you should to coworker's?

AND THE WORLD IS FLAT

As the war rages on and the mid term elections approach, the GOP trots out the following:
An amendment to ban flag burning. This is the water spraying lapel flower of issues, tired and true, I remember this being an issue from my teens. I would never burn our flag, but if you need to burn it to make a point, go for it. It's yours...you paid for it.
People tend to confuse current events with history. Remember WWII? We did that one right. And how about Korea? Ike got us out of that one with not so much egg on our face. Then we got the Vietnam...and we all know about the nam...peace wiith honor. OK. Then there was the all important invasion of Grenada(???)
Then there was Kosovo...but that was more of a support intervention.
Somalia...there's something to be proud of.
Desert storm = Dry hump.
The GOP has gradually eroded our honor in war to war for power and money.
And here we are..."operation iraqi freedom".
Is Iraq free yet? No.
The GOP is pushing flag burning, gay marriage and any number of hot point bullshit iissues to mobiliize the base...a base of like minded idiots who can't see past the dollar signs and the heartless icon that has (sadly) come to represent america.
And to you I say...
WTF!!! Have we become a nation of tards???
Aparrently we have.
And the world is fucking flat.
How much sense does that make?

A little slice of heaven
It was supposed to be my day off, but I had to go into the office at 8 AM to take care of a few things that I couldn't finish up last night on my shift. I had thought I'd get out of there after just an hour or two, but circumstances caused me to have to wait an extra hour for something to get done before I could finish up my end of the tasks. I had plenty of other work-related things to do but since it was supposed to be my day off I decided instead to wander down to the nail place and inquire about a pedicure. I've never had one and I was reluctant since my feet are a mess with heavy callouses from 45 years of going barefoot every chance I get, not to mention the broken, misshapen toenails. But she didn't bat an eye when I embarrassingly showed her my feet. And I gotta tell ya, the massage chair and whirlpool foot bath would have been heaven enough, but throw in the foot and leg massage plus the miracle of walking out of there with pretty painted toenails (a first for me) and I'm hooked. Pedicures are most definitely getting added to the monthly budget.

JUST LIKE THEY SAID

We took out zar-cow-eee. Al Queda said just you wait and see. And look what's happened. They snatched 2 of our own off the streets and did terrible things to them.In my memory, thiis is the first time something like this has happened. If you believe BartCop, they were beheaded...everythiing I've read just says they were "desecrated" and tortured in that sanctioned islamic jihad sort of way.
Great.
This is going just like we planned it. Right?
I watched the footage of Berg getting his head removed from his body in front of god and everybody, it was all over the place on the web and the blog-o-sphere...you had to see it. right?Portal of Evil TV? You Tube? Did you see it?Did it bring a tear to your eye? There's just something so viseral in watching some rag head son of a bitch cut off the head of a fellow american in realtime that wakes up the heart in me.
It makes me want to kill.
These two soldiers were "desecrated" according to islamic law.
Wow....
Motherfuckers.

I liked my coffee black
I've been an avid coffee drinker for about 25 years with a daily consumption that used to be around 12 cups before I cut it down to 8 cups a day. I haven't had any coffee since Wednesday and I've had one hell of a headache in addition to being grumpy and foggy-headed. I know this is going to pass and I'll feel better than ever down the road, but in the meantime it's pretty rough going. I remember reading somewhere that caffeine withdrawal lasts about three days, but I suspect it's going to be a long time before I stop jonesing for coffee. I spent my workday across the hall from a coffee shop that makes wonderful coffee and I swear I could smell the aroma wafting in all day long. I held firm and drank my sparkling water instead, but will I make it a week, a month, a year? Is there a coffee addicts anonymous?

DECAY...IT'S ALL AROUND US

Todays comic offering:

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND???

I cannot believe this shit...seriously. Amnesty for asshat's that have been puttin' the hurt on us to the tune of 2500 dead and 20,000 wounded??? Not to mention the civilian casualties and beheadings! I like this plan...announce an amnesty, and those stupid enough to show up...mow them down with 50 cal. machine guns. that's amnesty. Jeez...The GOP using the war to suck the ass of the already inflamed right. It won't solve any of the problems over there, but it will undoubtedly mobilize the neo con zombie voting public.
On a lighter note...the supreme court ruled today that police no longer have to knock first before serving a warrant, Alito being the tie breaker...big surprise there, right? They can just knock down your door and come on in. How big does the red flag have to get before people do something ???
My response to this ruling is as follows:
If you kick down my front door and come into my home, you better be wearing a badge as big as Flava-Flav's fucking clock or I'm gonna shoot you where you stand. If you want to violate my civil rights, at least be polite about it...Knock, I'll answer. Show me the warrant, let me read it...if it's legit, come on in. If it's not, you're gonna need some back up.

CAN YOU HOOK A BROTHA UP?

EASTER V.3

enjoy....

IT'S A BYRD BYRD BYRD- A TOODY BYRD!!!!

OOM-PAPPA-MAO-MAO-MAO-A-MAO-MAO-MAO!!!

I ditched my email a week or so ago because I made the mistake of registering at newgrounds and opened myself up to a veritable shitload of spam that even Gmail can't stop. Fuck you very much newgrounds. Anyway...I checked my email today and I had one from a special projects manager at an alternative school program here in Texas (and beyond?) who read my entry about Toody and passed it on to her, along with an invite to speak at a conference. Toody wanted to hear from me and Layla passed on her number.
Readers of this blog will know that Toody was my counselor in jr. high and high school and she is referenced frequently here at depthmarker.
I spent about an hour on the phone with her tonight, she's busy with speaking engagements in june, but plans are in the works for a reunion of our group from high school in July. We caught up some...basic stuff, shit, we got almost 30 years to account for!
I could blather on and on about this, but let me just say this...The restorative powers of a chat with Toody are amazing! My smile is hurting my face.

THAT SEEMS A BIT LOW

Nicked from BW...

You Are 68% Cynical

You're a full blown cynic... and probably even skeptical of these results. You have your optimistic moments, but most likely you keep them to yourself.

How Cynical Are You?

SO I NOTICED THIS STICKY STUFF ON MY CHANNEL LOCKS TODAY

I was running some conduit for some switches in the ceiling of this media lab today...it's a spline ceiling, the simple explaination is spline ceilings suck. There's flex conduit running every which way for the lighting and fire alarm conduit and sprinkler pipes and power pipes running everywhere. It's a mess. But I figure out a path...I'm doing this on my own in practice for my evaluation...this is a three way switching scenario...part of the evaluation coming up on July first.
Anyway...my hand goes sticky on my channel locks, I look in the semi darkness of being up in a ceiling and it looks like blood. I look at my left hand and yep...it's covered in blood but there is no injury.
I get down off the ladder and head to the bathroom when I notice my right index finger is bleeding...how the fuck did this happen? Two new cuts on my finger...dammit! And I'm transported back to a time when a journeyman told me he collected scars in response to my tattoos. I think I'm in his school now.
I'm slow, I'm shakey, I may be bloody sometimes, but I know what I'm doing.
I leave you with this...I had to stop and shoot it...awesome...





Nice...huh?

RACE RELATIONS

ISSAC (FROM THE LOVE BOAT)

POLITICS

JOMENTUM

I WISH I HAD ME SOME O' THEM "CONSTITUTIONAL POWERS"

Rep. William Jefferson has so far refused to step down in regard to him being the focus of a federal bribery investigation. Well...bully for him. Let's review the facts for a moment. The FBI has a video tape of him accepting a bribe of 100,000 dollars. Oh, wait...I forgot to say alledgedly...there, I said it. When they searched his house they found 90,000 dollars hidden in his freezer wrapped in foil...why? maybe the man likes cold hard cash...I don't know. Two people (one employee) have been convicted and sentenced on charges of bribery. Coincidence? Maybe.
Nobody in (white) Washington DC was saying anything that barely registered on the radar until they searched ( characterized as a raid) his congressional office...then all of a sudden it's a shit storm of politicians screaming out of bounds. How dare they search my office??? The supreme leader Bunnypants felt compelled to freeze the evidence seized until the issue was sorted out.Here's an excerpt from the article...
FBI agents carried out a weekend search of Jefferson's congressional office last month, triggering an outpouring of criticism from congressional leaders claiming they had encroached on Congress' constitutional powers.
I wish I had me some o' them constitutional powers.
Further complicating this issue is the fact that Jefferson is a democrat. He's fodder for the GOP to use in the mid terms to mitigate the soulless corruption that defines the GOP and everything they've perpetrated on us since the giggling murder monkey was placed in power so long ago.
This case is a lead pipe cinch in my opinion and the dude needs to step the fuck down, not because he's fodder to undermine the dems in the midterms, but because it appears he's a fucking criminal just like the GOP from the top down. We need to scrub the entire thing by the way...if you think Jefferson is the only dem who is corrupt you are either blind, retarded or both. The entire system is corrupt as are the alternatives currently offered...I don't care if you're green, independent or a sock puppet, if you have dealings in american politics you have done something shady...it's a given, and don't try to pretend you haven't because you have. You all suck.
So...let's get back to this search of his office for a minute. It's OK for a variety of gov't. agencies to tap my phone, track my internet and search my house when I'm at work without my knowledge but a congressmen's office is somehow sacred ground? Somebody said once that a fish rots from the head down, and history tells us that some of the crookedest motherfuckers in history ever were people in power.
It's simple math.

Here is the GOP plan equation style:

War on terror+Iraq x Afghanistan (- Afghanistan) +corruption- accountability/oversight + Fema- death toll < Gay marriage + Flag burning / the death tax = FOCUS ON THE FAGS AND THE FLAG & $$$. = Energizing the sheep to get out and vote against a godless fag loving flag burning death tax avoiding bunch of infidels.
(It shames me to admit that this kind of shit works on people that live on the same continent as I do)

The dems equation is equally flawed and weak...the only difference I see is there are more GOP sheep that will resonate with the propaganda and actually get off thier lazy asses and vote against the tax evading, flag burning, homosexual agenda than there are dems who will get off thier lazy asses to buy a latte. The dem equation looks something like this:

2 + 2 = 5...right? it's 5 right? Well, if it's not 5 what is it then?
Like I said.

IT'S HUMP DAY....SPEAKING OF HUMPS

ANN COULTER
Enjoy...

Weekend laziness & dress code thoughts
I snagged a weekend off and I have a long list of projects to do as well as the necessary housework stuff, but I've spent the day sitting at the computer in my pajamas instead. I spent about 6 hours on work-related stuff, but it was things I wanted to do (as opposed to things I need to do) so that doesn't really count as work. The stress from the job comes and goes, but I suspect 80% of it is just because I'm new at this particular job description and have unrealistic expectations of what I ought to be able to do right off the bat. An interesting twist in the workplace (and one I can talk about) is the changes to the dress code. No jeans has always been the rule, but it's been extended to no "jeans-like" pants and now shirts must be tucked-in. That's all fine and good if you are skinny, but I'm fat and tucking in a shirt is something I refuse to do until I lose about 80 more pounds. So the first day I'm at the office following the new dress code, I'm in a casual skirt set with sensible pumps and damned if I don't I get asked if I was off at a job interview before I came in. I had to laugh because what I was wearing was far too casual for a job interview. Truth be told, I don't mind wearing skirts except that they usually have no pockets and it's a bit awkward when I have to crawl under a desk to plug in my laptop. Oh, and the fact that my chair tends to roll over them. No, it's mostly the shoes that drive me nuts since there's always a "no sandals" rule and this place is no exception. My toes like to have lots of room and woman's closed toe dress shoes always seem intent on cramming the toes together as much as possible. I'm sure I'll come up with an acceptable wardrobe that's also comfortable, but that requires shopping which I absolutely hate to do. That said, some of the guys have had it a lot harder than me since there's also new "no hat" rule. Since Rob's a hat wearer, I've seen the distress that occurs when a suitable hat cannot be found so I can well imagine the effect of being forbidden to wear a hat at all. After all, this is Austin, Texas and a gimmie hat is almost required wearing for guys around here. Ah well, it's not like tech support can't be outsourced overseas for 1/10 the price and if keeping the business here requires a bit more "professional" attire, I suppose that's a small price to pay.

AN INTERESTING COUPLE OF DAYS

Me and my friend were on our way to his court ordered drunky class yesterday, it was friend and / or family night, a kind of show and tell. I went with because he's mah friend and all that.
I felt like I was in a staff development class back when I worked at the Oaks treatment center, but really..back in the day...that day, back in 1986. The instructor even showed a video from 86 about addiction and codependence. Flash-fucking-back. It was amusing to see the same propaganda employed after all these years.
As I posted earlier, I have this electricians evaluation looming on the horizon. As with any organization, there are many versions of the truth about shit like this, so when I went and paid my dues I met with the person in charge of the program I'm in and got the union version of this evaluation. I say union version vs. union member version because, like any business versions vary.
Anyhoo...out of the seven catagories, there are three that I could usesome practice time on...stuff I've only done a few times in two years and stuff I haven't the slightest clue about. This being a one time skills assessment, I want to do well. So I rescheduled for the first saturday in July to do it. If I do well, I could get a substantial raise. That's a double edged sword because that raise could get me reassigned. I could end up drivin' a shovel in a ditch at some other job site. The quality of training I've gotten comfortable with at my current job would be over...I could end up surrounded by typical texas redneck electricians who believe in a different kind of training. One that involves humiliation and abuse. That would never work for me, I would kick thier asses.
Horns of a dilemma...more money vs. quality of training...meh...we need the money.
But enough about work.
Except to say that Ann had a rough day at her work today, I could hear it in her voice when she called me after her shift. I suggested dinner out and we ended up at a tex mex place we go to sometimes (La Feria) ...they have a mariachi band on Thursday nights that go from table to table playing songs. Which is why we don't go there on Thursdays as a rule, but the memorial day holiday on monday threw my schedule off and there we were listening to mariachi music.
At first it was annoying...we couldn't have a conversation, but after a few songs the musicians in us realized how tight they were. They were good. When they got around to our table I asked if they knew any Black Flag? No...How about some Zeppelin? No...Any blues? No...They could play something slow if we wanted. Then the horn player suggested some Cash.
OK.I'll quit fuckin' with you if you play some Cash. We were then treated to a most amazing version of Ring of Fire.It was awesome! We went from the mexican hat dance to crass americana. It was cool.
After dinner we went to waterloo and I got a CD by locals The Black Angels and Ann got the new James McMurtry ( also a local ). The original mission was to get a dvd called winter soldier...a 1970's documentary about atrocities in vietnam as recounted by the soldiers that perpetrated them. Ann found itonline when we got home and it was ordered along with another one called The year of the pig...also about the VN war. So I will be watching the mailbox for awhile...Cause you know I love that VN documentary stuff. C'mon Amazon...hurry.
I think by the time we got home Ann's spirits were lifted some. The Black Angels CD is very good and James proves once again that he is an amazing lyricist.
Everyone's at least grinning. There's more but I'll save it for another day.

MEMORIAL DAY 2006

Ann had to work, so, left to my own devices for the day I planned a trip to the flea market with a friend. It was fun and cultural, and by cultural I mean it was full of "undocumented workers",
I have never seen more gawdy cowboy boots and matching belts in my life...or mexican camel toe for that matter.
Besides beer and a turkey leg I purchased a belt and had it embossed on the back. It reads "white trash"...haha! The belt dealer did'nt blink an eye. Then, we passed this booth.....



We drew quite a crowd.

FRIDAY FUNNIES

Enjoy...


more injuns


love blooms...sorta

AWESOME PICTURE

This is a picture of a friend of mine and her daughter. I nicked this from our local paper that did an article about local chefs.

THURSDAYS COMIC OFFERING

I just can't get enough of that injun on injun action

IT'S BEEN A LONG TWO WEEKS

When I started out as an apprentice electrician two years ago, it was on a short call ( two weeks of work) instigated by my friend and now journeyman. In that time I have joined the union gotten a license, and learned that I can do this job...in fact, enjoy doing this job.
Now, it's alot different from my previous seven years working at the pool company, and worlds away from the social work I did for twenty years. Two years in and I still have alot to learn, but what I've learned so far will be put to the test at the apprentice hall on June third.
It's a seven station hands on skill evaluation, they tell me it takes all day.
How the program i'm in works is like this...You get one SBC credit for every hour you work and report ( I have about 4000 of those ) as you reach SBC milestones you get raises and progress towards "turning out" or becoming a journeyman electrician. This seven station evaluation is worth 2400 sbc's and consists of the following:
1. Raceways...that's the stuff wire is in...conduit, wiremold, panduit, gutters, junction boxes etc.
No problem here.
2. Breaker panels...you have to assemble one.
No problem.
3. Branch circuits ( the plugs on the wall and how to get there)
No problem
4. Transformers.
No problem.
5. Safety / quick disconnects.
No problem.
6. Motor controls.
Not so confident on this one.
7. Lighting.
No problem here, except for switch legs, they confound me.
Color me nervous? You bet!
I was also told to bring my hand tools ( no doubt to see if I have the required tools besides needing them for the eval ) I guess it's time to finally buy a hacksaw...and some dykes.

I AM PROBABLY GOING TO HELL FOR THIS ONE

Enjoy (?)
Into the west


Chapter 2

TODAYS COMEDY CARTOON OFFERING

Language Barrier

BUSINESS

Business

The new Ministry ROCKS...The new Tool will grow on us.

Back to Blogging?
Instead of my usual three months of giving almost total focus to a new job I have stretched it out four months this time. I'm not at the point where I feel like I have my head above water, but enough is enough and it's time to have a bit of a personal life again. I took the plunge last weekend when the band got back together on Sunday for a jam and yesterday we gathered at Bill's for his son's graduation party. Tracy was off at the coast participating in a bowling tournament and The Wolves @ th' Door tried to play without him, but we barely pulled off one song and gave up after that. Still, a good time was had by all and I did my best to forget about all the work related stuff that needed to be done. Rob and I got home at 2 in the morning, something I don't think has happened in a very, very long time. Today we went out and spent some of that money I've been working so hard to get with a nice brunch at Polvo's and trip to Waterloo Records to buy the new Ministry and Tool CDs. There was also a magnet set that I couldn't resist as the newest addition to our magnet wall:
George Bush - Now I'm gonna save Your Soul!!!

Overall, I'd say it was a pretty good start to recovering a life outside work.

ANOTHER ONE

Man, this site is cool

The wild west wing


I can't help myself!

Soldier

Church and state V1

Church and state V2

close to the vest

god

MUSHROOM TEA

I found this cartoon generating website...enjoy:


MUSHROOM TEA

IRAQ...THE MOVIE

AMERICA WE STAND AS ONE...SERIOUSLY REO TARDWAGON...

You have to punish yourself through this video, trust me.

No wonder you hate us

Click on "watch video" after it loads and cringe...over and over again.

I MADE THE PAPERS!

ASK A STONED GUY WITH A SKINK ON HIS HEAD...THE NEW SEASON

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BECAUSE WE TAKE TURNS, THATS WHY

The dogs are hungry, Theo is on post in his chair and the beenz is either underfoot or under Ann's desk, where Ann is playing EVE, oblivious to the fact that it is HER TURN. To feed the dogs. I'm not keeping score or anything. But it has been Ann's turn for the last three times...not that I'm keeping score (I am...just in case i need the "ammo" later).
Every time I get up I am surrounded by dog, everytime Ann get's up she is surrounded by dog physically and aurally with Sully's feed me bark filling the air.
And then Ann gets up and feeds the dogs...my sails are windless in regard to the funny at this point.
See, me and Ann don't work like that. There's none of that "I don't want you to help with the dishes, I want you to want to help with the dishes" mentality at work here.
We both saw the latest Jennifer Aniston movie promo at the same time, and Ann looked at me and said " What kind of crazy bullshit thinking is THAT???. We shared a laugh about our exe's and then Ann shifted the conversation to our marriage and the "sock bin" ...the compromise that saved our marriage and Ann's back.
Marital stife? Get a sock bin...trust me.

I DODGED A BULLET

My phone service is not provided by those asshole companies that contracted with bushco to "mine data". Bunnypants will never know about the heated discussions I had with Austin Energy
about my utility bill that was so exhorbitant that it took me six months to catch up. He'll never know about the collection calls, the automated calls in spanish that were undoubtly pushing the immigrant agenda, or, alternately, latino fabreeze, which is just like american fabreeze only with more cilantro essence.
He'll never know that all those calls from the 217 area code ( how did they get my number anyway???) were dumped. He'll never know the status of my grandson Sean's testicular situation. he won't hear the conversation with my friend Joel extolling the virtues of those Grand Funk CD's I burned for him back in the day.
He'll never hear me berating those automated calls ( in spanish ) with timeless witticisms like "what the fuck do you want you fucking beaner????!!!Fuck you estoban!"
He missed out on a wealth of information about my activity because I subscribe to xxxxxxx...but you already know that. Do you think I'm that stupid? Everything up to this point has been super encrypted super secret in regard to my phone usage until I found the bug.
I FOUND THE BUG!!!! You can't hurt me now because I have reversed everything and re routed all my calls through AT&T so all you will hear is that seriously fucked up busy signal sound while I order that worst president ever T shirt from BartCop.
If you want to come to my house and fuck with me, bring it on...just like you said awhile back. And look what happened.
But this is all conjecture, since I got another phone service that didn't break the law...I've got a higher calling too, and it's higher than yours.

DID HE REALLY FUCKING SAY THAT???

No-nonono-nonono-no-=NO!!!!!!!!!!!
This is right up there with the mongoloid with a banjo from Deliverence running the country.
We need to watch this shit...seriously. Come on, think about it...."Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the united states, Jeb Bush...no fucking way.
That's like saying Katharine Harris has a chance....ooops....somebody...give me a double shot of jager.

THE "AMERICANIZATION" OF IRAQ...DEATH KNELL

I heard some commentary on Air America today that took me back to that "police action" in Vietnam so many years ago.
Here's a quote from the article being discussed:

Lieutenant General Peter Chiarelli, in a weekend training session with troops and in an interview afterward, said that he found a need to reemphasize to soldiers that they should use reasonable force and treat Iraqi culture with respect, in part because the insurgency has persisted and grown.

''We have to understand that the way we treat Iraqis has a direct effect on the number of insurgents that we are fighting," Chiarelli said after the seminar with about three dozen soldiers and Marines at Camp Taji, north of Baghdad. ''For every one that I kill, I create almost 10 more."

So...let me clarify, if, for nothing else but my own aching head. We have been in this country for three years, blowing the shit out of them and thier culture and now, by making nice and respecting thier culture the shit will cool down?
Please, Chiarelli, you, my friend, are fucking dreaming.
The damage is already done. The "insurgency" as you call it, isn't going away. No matter how nice we are to them after three years of being "not so nice".
Not to mention the civil war we have fostered...you might call it sectarian violence, in some degree that's accurate, but what's really going on are factions taking advantage of the chaos we have created to kill each other.

Here's a link to daily events in iraq:

Blow by blow

The French ( and the spanish before them ) failed in Vietnam, we failed as well. Why? They were first and foremost Vietnamese with a strong sense of nationalism.
We will not prevail in Iraq, sure, we might win, but at what cost to lives? And if we do win, it will be a hollow victory. And a dangerous one. Why? They are first and foremost Iraqi's with a strong sense of Islam, in a part of the world crawling with similar ideology...our cross to bear.

In short, we need to get the fuck out of there before 2400 plus casualties balloons to 58000 or more.
Especially if that idiot (which one?) in the white house nukes Iran.

YOU THINK IRAQ IS BAD????

Check this shit...

Viet nam

BASED LOOSELY ON THE NUREMBERG TRIALS

I watched this movie today...the movie on the nuremberg trials that my mother watched in real time on the TV. Spencer tracy, Richard Widmark...Black and white the whole 9 yards. and i was suddenly reminded of the Rove, Libby thing going on in the here and now. when you distill it down to it's essence, Bushco = nazis.
It's the same shit all over again. amazing coincidence.

A BIG STORM

It's currently pissing doom here....heavy rain, hail, 65 to 70 plus mph winds, thunder, lightning. The whole 9 yards. Travis county and Austin are under a severe thunderstorm watch until 11 pm.
34000 homes in austin are without power, powerlines are arcing as they touch each other in the high wind, shutting down power across the city. 13 switch gears have tripped ( that's like a giant circuit breaker).
But enough about the weather...the other storm brewing is a Left for Dead reunion.
Let me explain. In a family tree sort of way.

1985: me, Bill, Jon, Pat and albert form Left for Dead. 1986: Jon and Albert go overseas, Pat moves to the coast,Left for Dead is ummm...left for dead.
1986-1990: Me and Bill continue to play together...but just drums and guitar. We jam with other folks until 1992 or so, and then just stop playing for a variety of reasons.
1994- now...Me and Bill form Wolves@th'door with my better half Ann and her friend Tracy, so you got me...vocals and guitar, Bill...drums, Ann...Bass and Tracy...guitar.

We have been inactive for over a year, but in that decade between 94 and 04, Jon came back to Austin, and while we've played together a few times recently, it's been acoustic and just for fun. No set lists, no parties, no clubs, no practice. In fact, Bill, joined another band because of the lack of activity with Wolves@th'Door.
And that lack of activity rests on my shoulders...I have had a long lasting case of the "I don't wanna's" in regard to playing. I just can't be assed to do it, but my friends have been gently pushing me to play again.

So...Bill's son is graduating from high school and they are having a party for him on the 20th. He wants the wolves to play. I initially balked at this and said no, but I thought about it and relented...this is important. Well, it turns out Tracy is at a bowling tournament at the coast on the 20th. But Jon is here and up for it. So we basically have a 21year reunion of Left for Dead with Ann from wolves playing bass.
Cool, huh? Albert's back too, I wonder if he still has his harps? :)

NEED A GOOD CRY?

Watch this...BROKEN PROMISES
Gotta love Tracy Chapman...she's got that Maya voice thing goin' on.

IT'S FUNNY HOW THIS IMMIGRATION THING HAS AFFECTED PEOPLE

And people in this case refers to me and my boss driving from job to job conversating about yesterdays day without wetbacks while Air America radio blathered on about it too.
Boss: ( In response to some comment Franken made ) " I wonder when we can have a day without niggers.You know, we could make it a week and call it the 'american dream week'. (chuckles at his own funny )
Me: "Yeah, man...follow that up with a day without chinks" ( guffaws with intermittent variations: chuck...zipperhead...nathanel victor )
boss:"Then a day without muslims" ( This would kill, because 2 out of 3 convenience stores were closed nationwide)
Me:"Then a day without jews...oh wait, they already got the shit back in the day..."
How about a day without germans? Ann and I would have no choice but to bail on work. Or limeys...Wow! I get two extra days off!!! alright prejudice and intolerance!
Or the frogs...and the list go's on and on.
We are all here.No one here will prevail in the end. If you think you will, you are seriously deluded.
It's a melting pot. if we follow the chain above everyone gets some extra days off and I say go for it.
Lets try to relax a bit before we kill each other.
Really.

OBSERVATIONS ON " A DAY WITHOUT IMMIGRANTS" THE AUSTIN VERSION

I noticed there were no mexicans at the plethora of bus stops I pass on my way to work, which are usually teeming with them.
There were no shitty late 70's early 80's conversion vans packed full of mexicans, with ladders tied dangerously on top trying to kill me on my way to work, in fact, I shared the road with late model sedans packed full of one yuppy each.
Los Altos was CLOSED...so no breakfast and no Juanita for us all to lech after. Ann pointed out that the mexican establishments and contractors that were closed were probably not working because this, May 1, is (maybe not so coincidentally) MEXICAN LABOR DAY. HMMMMMMM.??? Have they sandbagged us?
The mexicans we work with all showed up...to our delight, as we asked incredulously..."What are you doing here"? Trust me, it was funny.
We saw mexican students...going to class....I swear.
We saw mexicans buying things...gas,cigarettes, and to my amusement, tamales...from a Paki quick stop...how's that for irony???
Construction sites were largely quiet today, but it was reported on NPR that contractors gave folks the day off here because they knew they were'nt going to show up anyway.
So the city didn't come to a screeching halt, and I think I know why.
While this immigration thing might play big in LA or Denver, it's just not as big of a deal here in Austin...crawling with immigrants, legal and otherwise, but integrated into the community, and contributing to it's pulse.
The population of the US of A is estimated at 298,444,215. At 11,000,000...(estimated) illegal immigrants are a drop in the bucket. Even if you divided the population by three, that's still 99,481,405 lawns that need attention.
Much ado about nothing.

PEACE TAKES COURAGE

And how. And she's got it in spades.

"Ava Lowery is a fifteen-year-old who lives in Alabama. She calls herself a peace activist, and for the past year, she's been producing her own short animations on her website, peacetakescourage.com. "I was just so mad about it," she explains. "And the media are not showing the real images of the war, so I did a lot research and started my own website." - Nicked from Crooksandliars

Good stuff here. Simple, and to the point. A very sharp point right into the eye of this "administration" and the war.
Nice job Ava! 32% is my favorite so far.
But it could be just another ruse by that Huffington woman...not a 15 year old alabaman (think about that for a minute), cause she's not above a ruse.
Akkkkk! Stop being a cynic. it's real ( clicks heels together ).

Speaking of courage...Stephen Colbert, late of the Daily show and ringmaster at the Colbert Report, ripped Bushco and the press a new one at the white house press corp association dinner.
Largely ignored (or shot down) by the press in it's aftermath. "It wasn't funny because nobody was laughing"...No No NO! It was especially funny because nobody was laughing. He dropped the stinking turd of Bush's legacy in the lap of the man hisself, not to mention ripping the media. It's awesome. You can see it at the crooks link above.

I ALMOST FORGOT THIS FUNNY SHIT...

Yesterday, I was at central stores picking up material with my boss and a central store employee. The radio was playing the Stone's "get off my Cloud" and I seized the moment.With a really old and tired joke.

Radio: Hey! You! Get offa my cloud!
Me: Hey man did you know this song is about Dennis Weaver?
Boss: Really?
Central store employee: Really?
Me: Yeah, when they played at Altamont, you know,they had hired the Hells Angels for security and a big fight broke out and that guy got killed. Well, Dennis Weaver was in the crowd up by the stage and got involved in the fight.
Boss and CSE: Really?
Me: Yeah! And he ended up under a dogpile. Mick saw this and recognized Dennis and started singing " Hey! You! Get off of McCloud.".
Seconds of silence...Then,
Boss: Awwwww...You totally had me.
CSE: (silent)
Flash to today...
I was at Central stores again, and as I passed by the CSE from yesterday he asked:
" Hey Rob...that Altamont story you told yesterday...did it really happen, or was it just a play on words?"
Me and the boss almost lost it!
I love my job.

IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY STREET

These 2 homeless people, erm...outdoorsmen, a hispanic man and a black woman...were beating the shit out of each other as we drove by. We turned around to see the rest of it and to get a picture, then I remembered i left my tool bag ( and camera ) in my truck this morning cause it was raining. So no picture, but it was amazing. This is a very busy street by the interstate, and there they are, pounding the shit out of each other in the middle of the road.
And then suddenly they stopped and seperated...it was over.
Gotta love Austin.

THERE ARE NO SQUIRRELS IN MANOR TEXAS

There are currently two theories on why that is...these theories are held forth by a husband and wife.
Husband : There are lots of black people here...the answer is obvious. They ate them all.
Wife : No! That's not it. There are lots of snakes here in Manor, and they ate all the squirrel eggs.
Which one is correct?

An actual random image is now up at 3blackdogs...check it.

I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU ANYMORE

Did you ever get ( or give ) one of those notes when you were in Jr. High? I sent a few and got a few during those years. Almost 2 years ago, I got fired by a cowering, trembling piece of shit. You might remember the name.
Well, at least he fired me to my face.
Another one bit the dust today...an 11 year employee.
Fired by a note...A fucking note!
What a pussy.
In honor of my friend, I give you this:



Hey Andy,
How do you fire long term employees?
Just wondering...
Sign me another micromanaging asshat.


Hey Asshat,
Just write 'em a note and then hide in the shower stall. But only after a months long campaign of emotional and psychological abuse fails to tender a resignation. I used to fire in person but the last time I did that I soiled myself. So now it's with the notes. Hey, it worked in jr. high, so why the fuck not? Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I have these vague feelings of guilt , that I'm a fucked up human being. And then I look at my wife and it's all good. Definitely a note...then hide.

OK...IT'S FUNNY NOW

Back when my son was toddler, he would be watched by my mom and my ex's dad from time to time (grandpa jim). The kid was into the pound puppies and the pound puppies go to jail book was a favorite. So, one day my mom was reading this book with Kyle and asked him why the pound puppies were in jail. He pointed to the brown puppies and exclaimed " because they're mexicans!".
My mom asked him who told you that? and he replied "Grandpa Jim"!.
Needless to say, I got an earfull when I picked him up.
And the ex got an earfull from me...but, all things considered...it is a funny story. ( and no, it didn't turn my son into a racist like my mom said it would).
I shared this story with him today...he had no memory of it, but thought it was funny.
I guess you had to be there.

LITTLE CONVERSATIONS

I did a side job with my boss today, and after we went and had lunch and drinks and talked about things not related to the job we do as electricians. I told stories about my mom and dad...both dead now for years. But in the telling of those stories I reminded myself of how extraordinary my parents were. And for a little while, it seemed as if they were still here, a walk down memory lane...a lane I don't get down much these days. They were amazing people, and my stories...I think, illustrated that fact.
If your P and M are still taking up space, take advantage of that space, because while it warmed my heart to share stories about my mom and dad with a friend, it pained me that I could'nt introduce them.

SO...IN THEORY IT'S A GOOD IDEA,RIGHT?

Three Black Dogs would be a cool thing.


If I could just remember to bring my CAMERA with me!!! Forgot it again today and missed a shot of a mourning dove eating canned catfood by the bank kiosk next to the law school. Obviously put out by an employee to feed a stray cat...this dove was chowing down.
Missed it by that much:)...
Got a busy weekend coming up, with the kids coming by on sunday, probably...possibly.
Have a good weekend!

PICTURES AT THIS ONE...CURRENT AND DAILY.

Hold my beer a second, I'm gonna try something. Daily images from life. There's room in my toolbag for a camera. No text, just visuals ( you provide the text ). Check me out.
THREEBLACKDOGS INC.

I HOPE THEY KEEP DOWN THE PRICE OF GAS

Oil reached a new high today...$72.40. Prices at the pump here in Austin are between 2.67 and 2.77 per gallon for regular unleaded. There are local news stories about people pawning stuff just to buy gas to get to work and pick up thier kids at school. The airwaves are bristling with the stories of record profits for oil companies, the most obscene being the 329 million dollar retirement package for that exxon pig.
The concern is that we are being gouged by these assholes, and the asshole chain starts in the oval office and trickles down through government to the oil industry. (not that there's much difference). Are we being gouged?
Let me aliviate any concerns about price gouging.
They are fucking us three ways to sunday.
Think it's bad now?
Wait till bunnypants tosses a nuke into Iran. If you think it's tough going now, wait till October, October...if we're lucky.

HE'S A DECIDER

When he says it, it sounds just like another one of those bushisms that make him sound like the peckerwood he is...BUT. Decider is actually a noun, of the intransitive sense. And in this case, he's the decider of whether Rummy needs to go. Apparently, Rummy's future is secure, for now. They even dug up some generals to counter the 7 that have come out calling for his resignation.
Now that's resources for you.
When we heard that "I'm the decider" thing on the radio today we laughed and laughed, because he sounded like such an asshole, and our Dad's who said on more than one occaission "Do what I say and not what I do".
When will we hear our chimp in chief respond to critics by " Because I said so, that's why". Not long, I assure you...and it will be related to a nuclear strike in Iran and that "said so" will refer to his "all options are on the table"...he said so, so what are you complaining about Detroit? We'll help you rebuild, right after were done steady fuckin' New Orleans.
Syria? Hey SYRIA! You lookin' at ME? Watch out, bitches...we may be spread thin, but our viscosity is rated in number of warheads...and we got the motherload when it comes to warheads.
Lybia? Come on....we sent Lionel Ritchie...is that not warning enough??? Here's a clue middle east...BOOM...then a whole lot of NOTHING.
Special note to Iran, by the time were done with you and your neighbors, you'll need 12 fucking 12th Imams to even come close to that fringe islamic bullshit you aspire to.
Yessir...Bush is a decider, and we better all be VERY afraid about what he's decidering.

THE WORLD IS GOING MAD I TELL YOU...MAD

Here are just a few examples:

LaToya Finlay disappeared back in Feb. after telling her family she was going to LA to persue a singing career. Well, they found her. Some of her was in the back seat, the rest in the trunk.Of her car, that was being driven by her aunt and uncle.Her aunt and uncle. Jeez...

10 year old Jamie Rose Bolin disappeared last week in Purcell, Oklahoma, only to be found nearly decapitated in a rubber tub in Kevin Ray Underwood's apartment...her neighbor. This poor little girl was murdered and mutilated right next door to her family. Kevin has no criminal history and is being described by aquaintences as low key and boring. He quit taking his meds awhile back and had been blogging about his weird fantasies. Among them, cannibalism. Police found meat tenderizer and BBQ skewers during the search.

Rihab Hagelkhider went to a wedding in New York and splashed the bride and five others with acid. They don't know what kind of acid it was, but I've gotten muriatic acid on my skin back in my pool nigga days, and that shit hurts.

Boca Grande Florida is being overrun by non native iguanas.

Hama's defends a bombing in Tel Aviv, saying the palestinians are in a "state of defense"...yeah, ok, whatever.Lets kill 9 people minding thier own business at a restaurant and that'll teach those jews a lesson. Speaking of Hamas...Iran is giving them 50 million in aid. Iran, whose president wants to wipe Israel off the map, is providing 50 million in aid to terrorists ( democratically elected terrorists I'll have you know). I predict more suicide bombings in Israel...50 million dollars worth.

Iran, in addition to funding Hamas, continues to thumb it's nose at the world, and lets face it, the USA in particular, in regards of their nuclear program. You don't thumb your nose at George W Bush...no sir. Not because he's a great leader, but because he's a stunted human being with a small penis and a big appetite for power and money. Thumb your nose one to many times and you'll find yourself in Gitmo, or, in the case of Iran, the recipient of a tactical nuke. Colbert put it succinctly on his show last week while interviewing a man that wrote a book on manliness..." It's like Bush, no matter how the facts change, his opinions remain the same...that takes giant cahones".

Gas is 3 dollars a fucking gallon. I can't afford that, and neither can most of the people I know, I don't know that Exxon executive that got a 329 million dollar retirement deal, who probably gets his gas for free for life...fuck him and all the others like him. Bastille day, oddly, comes to mind when I think about him and the other grossly overpaid CEO assholes in this country.

Bush keeps singing his own praises on his tax cuts, how they are helping americans. Well, guess what? We made less money than we have in 10 fucking years and we owe almost 500 dollars.
Fuck you Bush and your bullshit tax cuts.



So...there you have it...Dismembering family, BBQing a 10 year old, throwing acid around at a wedding, an iguana epidemic, terrorists running a country (legitimately...democratically ),
50 million in aid from Iran to ( in my opinion ) further the killing in Israel. Which is undoubtedly speeding up the run for the US of Bush to nuke Iran. Gas is 3 bucks a gallon. The filthy rich could give a shit. The middle class is in it's twilight.
Sad, scarey stuff.

BEST OF DEPTHMARKER CARTOONS

I hope you enjoy this entry from 2004...

This is just wrong

GOOD FRIDAY

The short cut to the vodka store leads me through the parking lot of San Jose Catholic Church...loosely connected with the streets and alleys that connect our hood. It saves me several minutes of drive time, but the other day I was driving through the lot and many of the congregation were walking and praying through the stations of the cross that are laid out like a disc golf course around the parking lots. There were about 200 of the faithful walking through the stations as I passed by. I suddenly realized that i was passing by at about 5 mph with a bumper sticker that says " Jesus is my copilot and we're cruising for pussy" . So THAT'S why these people stare at me.
I cruised to the vodka store today and was halfway through the parking lot when the connection of good friday finally terminated with the catholic church...probably 500 people saw said bumper sticker...I started laughing and hit reverse to the stares of a 1000 catholic eyes.
Man...am I gonna burn in hell or what?
Have a good friday. I'm having one.

I needed a break from work and it's been a long time since I posted so here goes:

Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.

How does the world see me?

The Good Earth (The Feelies) This is a Rob song so I don't really know the lyrics, but I've been called "the Earth Mother type" by a great number of people over the years so I suppose this is appropriate.

Will I have a happy life?

Drink to the Dead (Clutch) Yes, if I continue to remember what this song seems to say which is that life is all too short and we should have fun before it's all over.

What do my friends really think of me?

Lights Out (UFO) Umm, I'm a guitar solo?

What do other people secretly think of me?

Psychobabble (Alan Parsons Project) "It's all pyschobabble rap to me"; I do have a habit of calling people on their bullshit rationalizations about their behavior and pissing them off as a result.

How can I be happy?

Close to Me (The Cure) This is another Rob song so obviously I should just stay close to Rob.

What should I do with my life?

Hopeless? (ProPain) "Reap what you sow" - couldn't be more clearer than that.

What is some good advice for me?

Snap your Fingers, Snap your Neck (Prong) Excellent advice in this song.

How will I be remembered?

Tyrant (Judas Priest) Muhahahaha.

What is my signature dance song?

Since I've Been Loving You (Led Zeppelin) The "Working from seven to eleven every night" certainly fits the dance I'm doing right now.

What do I think is my current theme song?

New Orleans is a Dying Whore (Down) Given the hell of the time I'm having with my new job I'd have to say this is as good a choice as any.

What does everyone else think is my current theme song?

She Sells Sancturary (The Cult) I'll admit there is fire in my eyes, but I'm not so sure on the sancturary part.

What song will be playing at my funeral?

Let's Work Together (Canned Heat) Hell yeah. In fact, screw waiting for death, I should play it now for my employees who are most definately NOT doing this.

What type of men/women do I like?

Lift Me Up (Scud Mountain Boys) Hmm, this one seems a bit off the mark.

What is my day going to be like?

Factory (Wall of Voodoo) In a way, yes.

STOLE THIS MEME FROM SPECIAL K, WHO STOLE IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE

Actually having some fun here! G'wan! you know you wanna!

Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.


How does the world see me?

Scarecrow (Ministry). Well...ummmm...er..." They live without hope"...

Will I have a happy life?

Non addictive marijuana ( Supersuckers). Apparently :)

What do my friends really think of me?

Prove it (Television). Not sure about this one...prove what?

What do other people secretly think of me?

Seamus ( Pink Floyd).I'm a dog? I'm a stoner with a dog? ???

How can I be happy?

Paper Money (Montrose). Money is definitely an issue...

What should I do with my life?

When ye go away ( The Waterboys). A song about loss...interesting...NOT.

What is some good advice for me?

Fall on me ( REM). " Touch the sky and tell the sky..." This was always a feel good song for me.

How will I be remembered?

Psalm 69 ( Ministry).Only New Orleans is a dying whore by Down could top this!

What is my signature dance song?

Four engines burning ( Screaming blue messiahs). I don't dance, and this band sucks, so it's perfect.

What do I think is my current theme song?

Feeling so much better now ( Trapeze ). OKaaayyyyy....

What does everyone else think is my current theme song?

My Country ( Midnight Oil ). That's more like it.

What song will be playing at my funeral?

Jimmy Hickeys Waltz (The Waterboys). A nice boozy irish kinda thing...ok, as long as it's followed by the Black Watch doing amazing grace and everyone cries ( or vomits) :)

What type of men/women do I like?

Blue Monday ( New Order). Not in a long long time, good song though.

What is my day going to be like?

Snap your fingers,snap your neck (Prong). Perfect!

HERE WE GO AGAIN

So Bush admits to leaking the info that outed Plame, BUT...he declassified the info before he told Golem to tell "scooter" (my parents had a siamese cat named scooter that lived under the console TV stereo thingy...like a freak ) to let the info out. He admits this but with the added rationale that he "declassified" the info so americans could "know the truth" about this lie of a war.
I have a couple of questions about this. Number 1 is why is this the first we're hearing about this decision to "declassify the information so americans could know the truth" about what a threat Iraq was...lets look at this on it's face. What doe's Plame's status as a CIA operative have to do with Iraq being a threat? Why wasn't Bush blowing his own horn about this when it happened? Something along the lines of " This intervention is SO important that I have declassified sensitive documents to show you, the american sheep I mean... people why I'm doing it. That would have been heroic, and right up there with the decision to incinerate Hiroshima. Except Bush didn't do that, and it isn't anywhere close to Hiroshima, plus we fucking started it. It's not like Iraq hit Pearl Harbor.
Well, because it's bullshit, that's why.
This was a payback deal from the get go. Wilson called bullshit and he could'nt get away with that could he?
My second question is why are they continually getting away with this shit? I would say that the majority of people don't know how to deal with borderline personalities and that while it's generally diagnosed in females (Condoleeza Rice) males are not excluded.
Back in the day, I used to do alot of work with people with borderline personality disorder. They had thier own reality and were very good at convincing people that it was THE reality. And the general response was to hammer them with the facts, regardless of the smoke they tried to blow up our asses. After a while, they would just give it up, and own up to the constructs of the pathology.
But not before they up the stakes to protect themselves...now, when you're dealing with a 15 year old you get splitting and manipulating of the adults (15 year old = Bush et al, adults = us, the american people ) escalating sometimes to the point of self mutilation ( Iraq ) to distract us from whats really going on ( greed and corruption ) all the way up to the most extreme reaction, a suicide attempt ( invade and/or nuke Iran ). But if you back them into a corner and keep hitting them with the facts in a unified (dems) way, they always fold. Always.
But you have to be unified, and relentless in stating the facts. And that's not happening. Any hole is an avenue of escape for a borderline, and we need to close the holes.
If we don't, the borderline wins...leaving a swath of destruction in thier path.
Kinda like what's happening now, huh?

I was talking to my friend Mozel the other day at the central store about all of this and he shared this with me...I liked it and I'm sharing it with you.

"If California is on the west coast, and you're driving east...you ain't ever gonna get to California".

Word.

OK...LET ME UNDERSTAND THIS

There are 1000's of people taking to the streets of the United States of America demonstrating for immigration reform. Most of these people taking to the streets are here in the United States of America ILLEGALLY. Yet, they are taking to the streets waving the mexican flag and demanding their due...from the United States of America.
Hold on just a second...Let me get my footing here.
These wetback motherfuckers are free to demonstrate about how it's ok for them to cross our borders illegally, and on top of that, demand to be recognized and given some sort of status. But when american born citizens want to demonstrate against Bush, they are relegated to "demonstration zones" miles away from where the action is, unheard and unseen by the press. So far, these illegal ass motherfuckers have been front and center wherever they want to be. Additionally, they are headline fucking news on all the major networks.
Now, I have to ask...are illegal immigrants a new thing? NO. There have been wetbacks as long as I can remember, people have been entering this country illegally for years and years and, fucking decades. So why the focus now?
Illegal immigration is a generational thing now...extended families whose roots go back to the mom and dad that swam across the river back in the 40's and every lil' beaner they popped out was by default and thanks to the constitution, automatically an american citizen. They are pandemic to our society. They are everywhere.
And it's just not mexicans...asians, serbs, croats, pick a fucking race/ethnic group and they are pouring into this country from both borders like the fucking plague.
And the people charged with stopping them are too busy with the war on terror to do anything about it. HUH????
Does that make any sense at all?
Heres what I think...there's an election coming up, and the GOP would rather you focus on wetbacks and homos destroying our way of life, so let's marginalize the homos and make the wetbacks guest workers instead of focusing on a failed , unjust war and a capitol hill that is overflowing with the most corrupt politicians in a lifetime of corrupt politicians. There isn't room to list the crimes committed by this administration...ok there is, I'm just lazy, but trust me it's a LONG list. And they want us to focus on immigration.And those evil homos.
I have an idea. At the planned rallies this week, why not have a bunch of INS agents arrest these motherfuckers and send them back to whence they fucking came?
Nah, that would be too easy...let's invade Iran instead.

TOM DELAY IS A HEATHEN BITCH

And I hope he shares a cell with Blackie McFatcock, and ol' Blackie puts it to him like he's put it to us all these years. Did any of you see this shithead on the news talking about his belief in god and his service to america and how it's all the liberal democrats fault that he's resigning? Please...this guy spent too much time close to the DDT he used to spray around Sugarland, before he started spraying GOP filth around the country. Rot in hell you loathsome miscreant.
And how about the news today that Cheney (on orders from Bush) authorized Scooter Libby to " leak sensitive information about Iraq ( Valerie Plame's cover blown )?...this is court testimony from Scooter himself. If you wonder why ol' Scoots dropping a dime on the cabal, let me clear that up for you. They don't give a fuck about Scooter and he finally snapped to that fact.
And how about the news the other day about that homeland security guy that was trying to set up a fuck-a-thon on the internet with a 14 year old girl ( cop ) ? His name is Brian Doyle...press secretary for homeland security...exchanging vulgar and vile chat and email stuff about how he would like to pork a 14 year old ( cop ).
Now...there are rules about porking a 14 year old girl. For example, If I wanted to pork one, I certainly wouldn't search the chatrooms on the internet, I'd go find one locally, at a middle school. You know why? Cause I would be 14 years old too, and a classmate. Not some 55 year old IDIOT pedophile like Brian.
Oh, and while I'm on a roll, John McCain should be shipped back to that POW camp in Nam (Gitmo) he was in because he obviously didn't get it. That flip-flopping bastard needs a ride on the old electric box springs to refresh his memory. Maybe a crank telephone connected to his balls would refresh his memory about how right he was on issues before Bush and his own selfish goals turned him into a bitch for the GOP and the religious right.
I hope he runs in 2008, so I can vote against him, but mostly to see him exposed as the piece of dogshit he is.
Speaking of 2008...who are you voting for?
Hillary? HAHAHA...only if she blows me and lets me spooge her dress.
Nader? He's been invisible for a long time, but be assured, if he's alive, he'll run and fuck it up for everyone. Dude, you were right about the Corvair ok? Go home and take your pigmy running mate with you.
Clark? OK...I could live with that.
Gore? HAHAHA...
Biden? An empty suit.
Edwards? The empty suits underwear, plus...who wants a gameshow host for a president? Or alternately...
Kerry? ...?...Please.
Sharpton ? You know he's probably gonna run and why not? If he started wearing that giant medallion again I'd vote for him. If he got a fly grill...definitely.
Any other suggestions? If this is the field for 08 we are definitely in trouble. I didn't bother listing any GOP candidates beyond McCain, cause if there is a god, they will all be in prison...with a Blackie McFatcock of their very own.
Ouch.
Goodnight and...

LIKE THAT GAME DOOM ONLY REAL

Well...here it is...



There's more, but w blogger is being a bitch...
I actually made my store runs without a problem tonight. Amazing.
I kept looking over my shoulder in this chase for a zombie to jump out and grab me.

PIMPS AND HO'S

Dukes storefront was lined with three of the nastiest looking whores I have ever seen in my life, with two more in the broken down whoremobile they were, um, broken down in. I got out of the truck with the usual command to Sully to kill everything and tried to get in the store without any interaction. No such luck. The skankiest looking one misread my shirt as she lumbered toward me saying "hey...what's your name? Rick?" I said "no" and headed into Dukes to her catcalls of "your name's No? blah blah blah", drowned out by Sully trying to kill everything. And then skankalicious turned her attention to another customer. The other widette skank with the lazy eye and the bad tattoos just leered at me as I passed by.
So i come out of Dukes with my smokes and tickets and lazy eye hits me up for a dollar, I turn and say I spent my money, waving my tickets and this multi colored hoopty piece of shit car pulls into the space next to my car and almost hits me and my car...it is a pimpmobile...driven by and occupied by uh...pimps. There are black men and then there are black men that take advantage of trashy crackheaded white girls and drive shitty cars...believe me, I know the difference. These brothers were all about the pimpin'...LOW rent pimpin' white crackhead bitches, in other words, they answered the page. I guess. One of the pimp homey-o's jumps out of the car and say's to me..."hold up a minute bro" just as I open the door. I say to him " I don't know you and if you don't fuck off I will let this dog out on your ass." Nigga walked around to the other side of the hoopty and gave me the hard look. I gave it back. It hasn't been the greatest 32 months and I am so sick of this shit...plus I had the 12 gauge in the truck, so I wasn't afraid. we looked at each other for a minute and then the bitch punk got in the back seat of his shitty car and they collected the cadre of white crackwhores and drove away.Fuck them.
I hate this fucking town sometimes.
Oh, yeah...PS: I forgot my camera this morning, but it's in my tool bag as we speak, so you'll see hell tomorrow, maybe. No...I will post them...really, I will.

THIS HEAVEN GIVES ME MIGRAINE

Pronounce that meegraine in this case. Of course, I'm quoting Gang of Four from their recent release "Return the Gift" . New recordings of songs originally recorded back in the late 70's early 80's. I loved it then, I fucking love it now. It's like the songs aged with me and have a nuance that was overwhelmed by the spirit back when I ( and the band ) were 20 somethings. The lyrics speak to the past and the present. Go buy it...seriously.
I've been working in a basement for the last week or so...a hot, clammy, multi-level affair riddled with conduit, ducts, water pipes, gas lines, and tons of wire. cable, telephone, computer...it's everywhere. Narrow chases are everywhere. Most of the work has been in these chases. So, the trick is, the conduit has to be run in the basement, but it's providing power and fire alarm and IT cable and wire to the first floor. We have to map the routes in the basement to match the floor plan of the first floor. This building has been renovated and remodled probably 20 times since it was first built in the 30's ( I'll get the exact date someday ). It's a mess. I changed the card in my camera tonight and will take and hopefully post pics of this nightmare tomorrow.
Short and sweet...but I'm wore out.

BUMS REALLY MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE...AND SULLY CAN READ MY MIND

And I'm not sure why. I get accosted at least twice a day at convienence stores by bums looking for that 75 cents to make bus fare ( which is bum code for "I'm 75 cents short of another pint of wild irish rose" ). There's this deaf black woman crack head that carries around a tablet with various messages written on it that range from "Hi...I am deaf, can you spare a dollar?" to" I will blow you for two dollars...and I swallow". If you refuse her money, she wigs out and gesticulates her anger at you for not paying for her rock cocaine addiction by making disgusting faces and pointing at her crotch and flipping you off. She really pisses me off. My question is...why should I be subjected to this kind of shit when I go to the store on my break from my job that BARELY makes ends meet?
They are frequently intimidating in thier demands, like it's my fault they are a fucking loser. I hate that the most. Usually I just shine them on, sometimes I'll toss out the change if the vibe is right.
Sometimes it is. But mostly it's just a sorry motherfucker trying to leech a drunk off me.
So...last night I go to the store and, what do you know, I get accosted by a bum. I've got Sully with me...he's in the front seat checking this bum out. He's asking me for that 75 cents and coming closer to me...violating my space. I say " You better watch out, that dog will fuck you up". The bum says " yeah I noticed your dog...I bet he could fuck me up". He took another step toward me and the car and Sully fucking WENT OFF. The bum backed off...and I gave him 75 cents. WHY???????
All I had to do was open the car door...end of problem.
But I'm a paycheck or two away from this guy...like I said...

WE HAVE ALL BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE...AT LEAST I THINK WE HAVE...BUT THAT ROAD HAS MANY EXITS

Previous posts by me referring to AA meetings should at least be partially disregarded. I was not arrested, my friend was. I went to the meetings to support him. His arrest and the nature of our friendship caused me to look at my personal behavior. That coupled with the AA experience resulted in what I like to call " peripheral epiphany". Those 12 steppers can really suck you in with the "my life is so much better now" testimonials in regard to thier sobriety.
People re- evaluate thier lives, and I think that's a good thing...especially when it relates to substance use or abuse. I don't use drugs anymore...sure the sometimes rare appearance of hash is impossible to resist, but that's once in a great while and the only vice of that category I allow myself, paycheck permitting. Speed? 20 years gone. Coke? 20 years gone. Pills? Not since high school. Alchohol? Oh yeah...Vodka, I love my fucking vodka. I rarely drink beer anymore, no Jager, and an RNS every once in a great while.
So...what does that make me? For starters, it makes me painfully aware of my friends predicament and what he stands to lose. That and the fact that I don't EVER want to be in his boat. Secondarily, it makes me acutely aware of my past, present and future in regard to substance abuse and has given me cause to think harder about the choices I make, specifically about my future. Whatever future may be left for me, I would like for it to be as bright as possible.
His condition makes me think about what I've got and what I've got to lose, and how easily it could be lost. Or how much it could cost to not...and I can't afford that shit.
It's like that Cure song where he say's "and just let go my party piece"...it's an individual thing, but I'm thinking I'm close...letting go. But what do you replace it with?
Good question.

Coming up for a brief gasp of air
Well folks, all I've been doing for the last two months is work very long hours, although I have thrown in a bit of Eve Online gaming here and there for a some mental relief. I probably could have found some time to blog, but I haven't been able to filter out the work stuff well enough to have anything left to post. I suspect at some point this will resolve because I'll either get the hang of this job well enough to start working a saner amount of hours or I'll fail miserably and get fired. Heh.

SULLIVAN WRITES A BLOG POST ( TRANSLATED BY BABELFISH )

My dad took me for a fucking MEGA ride tonight! First, we went to the grocery, and while dad was inside buying me treats and mom feminine hygiene products, I was able to scare the shit out of the people who were parked on either side of our car with my ferocious and entirely convincing barking and growling and lunging at the window. People are such suckers! It was awesome. Then, we went to Dukes store for cigs and lotto, and I got to scare the shit out of some more people with my entirely convincing barking and growling and lunging at the windows routine. Dukes is really my favorite spot to do this, because there's this apartment complex across the street that's rent controlled and full of brown and black humans...they freak out more than the people at the grocery...plus, since my vision is different from humans, the darker you are, the weirder you look to me, so I really pour on the aggression...it rocks! The only thing that fires me up more than that are people in uniform...cops especially...I really twist off on them, plus those guys that work for UPS. No cops or UPS tonight, but I scared the shit out of some fucking humans tonight...man...it rocked.
I figured we were headed home after Dukes, but we stopped at the liquor store, and I started my riff on these dudes that pulled up beside us, and they just laughed at me! When dad came out the dude on the passenger side said (and I quote ) : "She was really defending your car when we pulled up, all barking and growling and lunging at the window, that's some funny shit dude".
She??? SHE??? C'mon dad, back me up here...and he did.
Dad said: "You mean "he"?...yeah, he's good at that...I don't have to lock my car when he's with me."
When my dad got in the car he told me they were just some guys here for SXSW and good on me for lighting them up...and then he said "posers" and we went home and I got a treat.
Cool...I'm not sure what posers are, but you can be sure I'll be barking at them....every chance I get.
Dad also bought sullivan food at the grocery, and I hear the bag ripping open...gotta go!
WOOF!

AND HOW WAS YOUR SOPRANOS PREMEIRE EXPERIENCE?

The cable connection in the bedroom is much better, so I was reclined on the bed with Irene and Theo...My head propped up on my hand over Theo's head, spooning with him ( this might sound weird, but he's done this since he was a puppy AND I was fully clothed) . Irene was curled up behind my knees. It was canine/human bliss as far as that goes...snuggling on the bed watching TV.
Ann was in her office playing EVE, she's not a Sopranos fan. Fifteen or so minutes into it, a small moth fluttered down from the light into Theo's range and he went for it, sending the top of his hard ass skull into my waiting left eyebrow...at the speed of, well, the speed of a dog who has issues with flying insects, or roughly 5000 miles an hour.
Ann was drawn to the bedroom by my screams of agony...she came bursting in asking what was wrong and I could only answer with a repeat of the squall that drew her out to begin with...something along the lines of OWWWWWOWWWWWOWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOWWWWWWOWWWWWWW!!!! I removed my hand from my eyebrow and saw that it was covered in blood, I felt the blood dripping down my face.
"Theo fucking head butted me!!!" I was finally able to cry..."Bug...light...owwwwww...bloodied me"!!!
Of course, Theo had no clue what he'd done and it wasn't intentional, so I iced it down and sucked it up and only missed about 10 minutes of the show.
So, I'm walking around work today with this cut/knot on my left eye. Nobody's gonna buy this explaination I say to myself, I should make up some story about a fight in the parking lot of the sunrise mini mart, but I go with the truth and everyone gets a good laugh, except Rob from the central store, who after hearing my story say's " Ok man, now that you got the bullshit story out of the way...tell the truth, you got uppity and your old lady knocked the shit out of you"...thanks Rob.That kind of shit might happen in your house...not in mine, I get a head butt from mans best friend over a fucking moth. Ouch.
Another scar to add to the collection I guess.

BALLAD OF A HARD MAN

I've been mixed up, cut up so sit down and shut up
'Cause I'm a hard man
I was hung up, strung out but I can't take no more junk
Even if you can

It will beat ya cheat ya
Deceit ya, defeat ya

No rocker, bopper, show stealin' teeny bopper
Gonna get a thing from me
No fat, black, back scratchin' pussy cat
Gonna get her claws on me

Well they got a scheme to sell you kids
The silver screens and glossy magazines

Better hold back, good times, strung out, hung up
Strung out, picked on, ripped off, kicked out
Spit on, set up, ripped off, locked up, sent down
Maybe you're as hard as I am

Just blow me away

Gotta love Thin Lizzy...they tell a part of my story better than I can.

NO MEETING TODAY

Today was my friends 35th birthday...so instead of a noon meeting, we had a picnic lunch of fried chicken in a small park in east austin compliments of his wife. Fried chicken and east austin and us being some white motherfuckers is hilarious, if you understand the east austin thing. Beyond the irony of it all, it was nice. After our picnic, we went to the yellow store and bought some scratch tickets (crack for white people) and my friend won on a scratch with 3 watermelons in a row! Icing on the cake if you ask me. Humorous racist stereotypes aside, lets get back to the lack of the meeting. These guys meet (no women) on tuesday, thursday and saturday at noon at the location near our work and monday,wednesday and friday at a rib house near my house, also at noon. I think we'll try to hit the nooner at the rib house tomorrow. So here I am setting my friends meeting agenda. How about that? He's got to go or go to jail, and I want to reconnect with these guys so, I'm planning ahead. Can't make the saturday meeting cause I'm helping out on replacing some septic system pipe, so let's hit the friday south meeting, eh? I may even have more to say at this one than the last one's. Who knows...maybe I'll choke.

THANK "GOD" FOR THAT MOMENT OF CLARITY

One of the things that I like about AA is it's professed understanding of god...god being whatever you understand him as. He can be a rock or a shiney silver thing that the crows like, whatever. What bothers me is most of the meetings I've gone to close with the lord's prayer. This is clearly a contradiction, or at the very least, individual AA groups that have settled on the traditional understanding of god in a most conventional christian sense. Organized religion. You know, those hypocrites of christ that like a little oral or anal with the faithful. I am no friend of organized religion...In fact there were some disturbing numbers out of Ireland today about how many of the clergy there were fucking the flock. It's obscene.
If my god manifests himself in the form of a field of Indian paintbrushes, why should I feel compelled to hold hands with you and recite "our father, who art in heaven..." and all that shit?
No sir, I don't like it.
As far as I'm concerned, god can keep his god shit to himself. I'm looking for answers, and in 46 years of living he never helped me, so piss off organized religion.
I have my own understanding of god, the one that accepted him before humanity signed him to a contract and proceeded to market him into the walmart of salvation that he is to the world at large. Not for me.
And then there's the AA book...the "big book". The one with the 12 steps and the 12 traditions, the bible of 12 stepping drunks everywhere. I'm not into that kind of rigid structure . It takes more than 12 steps to get to the place I'm in, and I'm not going to make amends ( #9) with people who have done shitty things to me in such a structured way. I can let things go, but I'm not gonna put a ribbon on it and guilt trip you at the same time.
Part of my problem is that I have been on the inside of this shit by virtue of my time in the psych field. I have sat in groups and praised the virtues of sobriety over and over again, then headed out to the bar or the party after my shift, feeling sure that they were the weak ones and my life was under control.
Sure...hypocrite you say? maybe. Realist? More likely than not.
The last meeting I went to was pretty god free, and the god references were geared toward problems with the god thing. The meeting ended with the serenity prayer:

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

I can deal with that...A purist would say that I'm just in denial. Fuck that, I don't want to argue about the existance of god, I just want to be sober.
Or, more to the point, less of a drunk, if I even am one.
Maybe I'm just depressed.
Now that's just "stinkin' thinkin'"...
Than you Al Franken.
:)

I LIKE A PARADE

Here awhile back, a friend of mine was arrested for DWI. Part of the bond was to go to AA meetings 4 times a week, and in a show of support I've been going to these meetings with him. Now he's court ordered to do this, I could sit in the truck for an hour if I wanted to, but he's my friend and he's apprehensive...I used to go to these meetings regularly when I was a social worker back in the day...he knows this,so I am a source of support and comfort for my friend.
The meetings have all been open discussion with a focus on the steps and traditions, so everybody shares. When it's been my turn I have been saying this: "I'm Rob and I don't know what I am. I'm here to support my friend." Then my friend talks about being court ordered to attend and thanks me for supporting him and he's just trying to get a handle on what's going on. and we move on.
He's doing it because he has to. I went with him the first time only to back him up...but then my mind started talking to me.
Anyone who reads this blog knows that I am party people...I drink a lot...sometimes a whole lot. I can't relate to the stories of chaos I hear at these meetings because I stay home and get stupid...if anything bad is going to happen, it's going to happen at home. I'm safe, right?
Well, I might be safe from the long arm of the law, but I'm not safe from the long arm of addiction.
I know I'm unhappy with my life, I know I've been drinking too much for years. I know that the voices I've been hearing at these meetings speak to me on some level that I never experienced the whole time I was in the biz.
I'm not ready to admit it, but I'm looking forward to that noon meeting on thursday.
These guys stories can curl your hair...mine will burn it right off your fucking head.
I fell into this. Maybe for a reason.

WOLVE'S@TH'DOOR CONCERT RIDER

The smoking gun site runs concert riders for bands and singers that are amusing and sometimes outrageous. The latest is for Mary J Blige. Check it out if you wanna.
But it got me to thinking about our band, and what kind of rider we would have if we had not been overlooked we had achieved the fame and fortune of these spoiled motherfuckers. Would our rider be on a par with these stars? Oh yes...hell yeah. There's nothing like success to swell your head beyond safe limits. So I made up a rider for our band. Enjoy.

WOLVE'S@TH'DOOR / PACK MENTALITY LLC INC. CONCERT RIDER

1. TRANSPORTATION
Wolve's@th'door (WATD) travel together, on the same airline, IN FIRST CLASS. They will have seats together in a row, with the rows in front and behind left unbooked and empty.
Flight attendants will be 50/50 in regard to gender. They will be tattooed and pierced and dressed in the finest goth clothing available (NO EXCEPTIONS). The in flight meal wiil be chopped beef BBQ sandwiches, pickles,potato salad and ranch style beans and sliced onion from that old black guys BBQ trailer in Manor Tx. Beverages will include :
4 cases (96 bottles) of Shiner Bock beer.(Purchased from the brewery in Shiner Tx. as it comes off the belt.)
2 liters of monopolowa vodka.
3 quarts of HEB brand orange juice (NO exceptions...must be from the HEB at Congress and Oltorf in Austin Tx.)
1/2 Gallon of Jager...ICE cold. With shot glasses that have skulls on them...demon skulls.
The in flight movies will be The Devils Rejects and The Sound of Music.
***At some point during the flight, any member of WATD will be allowed to fly the plane.***
Roadies and techs will have identical accomodations, only in coach. They will not be allowed to fly the plane.

1a. GROUND TRANSPORTATION
The band and crew will be met at the airport by a fleet of tricked out vintage automobiles (1957 Chevy Bel Aires and 1956 Chrysler 300 with the A/C that blows your hair forward for ANN)
Each vehicle will be equipped with a period Craig 8 track player, a roadstar power amp (50 watts minimum) , and FOUR speakers.
Further, each vehicle will have the pink colored issue of Black Sabbath's "Masters of Reality" and the lime green issue of Jethro Tull's "Aqualung".
The drivers will be cholo homeboys with burr haircuts and gang tattoos ( gang membership is optional). They should also be sporting "grills like a mirror ball" (upper or lower, but ideally both.)
Each vehicle will be equipped with a sawed off 12 gauge shotgun, loaded with blanks, in case any memer of the group wants to "have some fun".

2. HOTEL ACCOMODATIONS
The top three floors of the most expensive hotel in town. Open bar, open 24 hour room service. And high dollar whores available 24 hours for our single members. The lower of the three floors will be reserved for groupies ( name list provided by our manager ahead of time ). Law enforcement not allowed to come any closer than a mile from the hotel, no matter what. NO EXCEPTIONS
*Televisions will be unbolted from the tables to ensure ease of throwing them out the windows if so desired by any member of the group.
1 microwave oven in every room (Magic chef brand, black and stainless, NO EXCEPTIONS)
2 -12 package Popcorn ( Orville Redenbacher's kettle brand) in every room.
2- 12 count county fair corndogs (HONEY battered, NO EXCEPTIONS)
1- 16 oz. mustard (MUST be YELLOW and made by FRENCHES...NO EXCEPTIONS)
1-16 oz HUNTS catsup. ( MUST be spelt with a "C" and not a "K"...NO EXCEPTIONS)
High speed internet in every room with no blocks.
1- 50 count pack of Club no gum rolling papers.
1- Smooth plastic waitress tray*
* Or a gatefold album cover...Grand Funk or Deep Purple ( NO SUBSTITUTIONS, DEFINITLEY NO KISS ALIVE II )
500 Reeses cups (ORIGINAL STYLE)
10 lbs. of Bakenettes pork rinds
1 pint of Louisiana hot sauce.
200 cheap paper plates...the cheaper the better.
Lots and lots of napkins
1 gross of peppermint rolaids...(NO TUMS! ROLAIDS BITCH!)
1 gross pipe cleaners...any brand, providing they are wire infused.

3. SOUND CHECK
What's that? Fuck sound check. When we play, we play. Techs and roadies will just hang out and party after they set up our shit.The arena will provide all beverages...mostly Guiness and Jager.
4. OUR SHIT
WATD will use the sound system The Dead used at their 1974 show at the horse racing track in Manor Tx. NO EXCEPTIONS. All on stage amps will be Sovtek (rob), Mesa Boogie (LT) and Peavey
(Ann) . Bill will play his vintage Ludwigs (Hand polished by stadium personnel) mic'ed with shure and altec mics. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Now THAT'S ROCK AND ROLL.

NO MORE SPEED, I'M ALMOST THERE

Ten more visits and we hit 20K!!!Woo-Hoo! Prizes? No... sadly, the only prize you get for being # 20,000 is to read this nonsense. And if you are # 20,000 for this post you are in for a treat.
Thanks, readers for helping us reach a milestone that we will screen capture, print and frame and hang in our livingroom, right next to the first dollar our band earned ( just kidding ).
On to the post...
We have sirius radio in the work truck, and the fm frequency we tune to to get it is a christian contemporay station in Round Rock ( a burb to our north populated by techies, and apparently, microcephalic baptists who run a radio station ). Sometimes the signal fades and we get to hear what's is being played at this station. It is amazing...they have christian bands that have covered popular songs ala' Wierd Al, changing the lyrics to project the christian "message".
Some examples:
(To the tune of Foreigner's "Urgent" )
"Virgin -virgin, she bore the seed"
(To the tune of Zep's "Stairway to Heaven")
" And he's showing a narrow way to heaven" It's apparently copped from the live version, because at one point in the song the "singer" yells " Does anybody remember JESUS ?".
(To the tune of The Who's "My Generation")
" Talkin' 'bout regeneration...got to stop artificial resucitation".(???)
You can also hear songs by The Beach Boys (Fun fun fun as "john 1:1"), The Monkees ( I'm a Believer as "I'm a Redeemer") , Billy Cyrus ( achy - breaky heart as "Don't tear the book apart" ).
It's frightening, but yet at the same time, HIGH-larious.
And you can listen to this shit live by going to KNLE-FM.*
Virgin-Virgin-She bore the seed...Priceless!
*Generally between 11a and 3p CST.