Archive for November 28th, 2007

More so than usual

Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Nothing has been going right today, more so than usual.

The Prick Disposable Cell Phone Company (their real name) was supposed to send me a new cellphone weeks ago.  I swung by the post office box and…nothing.  I didn’t need it, but they offered.  Like all assholes, they failed to deliver.  Literally.

Last night I dreamed I ate my car keys, so today I went to get spare keys made at a locksmith shop.  I arrived to find one of those “WILL BE BACK” clock signs hung in the window.  I’ll wait ten minutes but not twenty, I’m not in line for a fucking wee-wee nidento.  Say what you will about “evil” giants like Target and Wal-mart, but there are  excellent reasons they’re winning while these goddamned mom-n-pop stores are going out of business.

I drove in rush hour traffic only to discover the bookstore did not have the book I wanted.  I could forgive a store for not having a book if it was a supermarket or convenience store or hair salon or Subway sandwich shop.  I could even overlook an actual bookstore not having a rare, esoteric tome.  But for a bookstore to not have a series’ mass market paperback with a huge fan base in stock the day after it’s released is inexcusable.  “On Reserve” doesn’t cut it, assholes.  I want it NOW.

Jesus Christ is an American.  He loves you, I don’t.  Get a grip you stupid motherfuckers, and start making things EASY.

France and Learn

Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Do you remember American history class, when you learned about European immigrants flooding into America in the 1920s? Remember how the Germans, Irish, Italians, Poles, Jews built a country up from nothing?

They did it with roving gangs of unemployed and undereducated youths, shooting at police and demanding money from the government.

(I should be more judicious in my use of satire: with so little American history taught in government schools, you might actually believe that.)

The French have always had a breeding problem–a dearth of it. They like screwing but not kids. That would be all right except they need French folks to run things, speak French and protect their borders and culture.

In the past France’s population problem was usually solved by invaders, only this time the invaders are not conquerors from countries with similar underlying traditions but rabble from failed societies.

To get a glimpe of America’s coming demise, observe France.

More Quiet than Riot

Wednesday, 28 November 2007

I’m taking the mysterious death of Kevin DuBrow, lead singer of Quiet Riot, harder than even I would expect.

Being not-right in the head myself, it took mere minutes to go from mildly mourning to: “Metal Health had no chance to drive him mad” and “Was he found wearing The Mask?”

All the info you could even want about DuBrow is already online.  What I care about is he’s a symbol of my own mortality (if I end life the natural way).  I don’t want symbols of my bitter youth taken away like captured chess pieces, my tiny generation is fucked enough already, flanked on one side by goddamned socialist hippies trying to recreate America in Karl Marx’s image and cowering nihilist Gen-CrY-babies on the other.

Kevin DuBrow, you will be missed.