The Magnetic Fields – “California Girls”

See them on their big bright screen
tan and blonde and seventeen
Eating nonfood keeps them mean
but they’re young forever
If they must grow up
they marry dukes and earls
I hate California girls

They ain’t broke, so they put on airs,
the faux folk sans derrieres
They breathe coke and they have affairs
with each passing rock star
They come on like squares
then get off like squirrels
I hate California girls

Looking down their perfect noses
at me and my kind
do they think we won’t
well, never mind

Laughing through their perfect teeth
at everyone I know
do they think we won’t
get up and go?

So
I have planned my grand attacks
I will stand behind their backs
with my brand-new battle ax
Then will they taste my wrath
They will hear me say
as the pavement whirls
“I hate California girls…”

Charlie and the Prison Factory

I’m not a fan of Florida Governor Charlie “GQ” Crist, former state attorney and swinging 51-year-old born-again bachelor.

As usual, the Democrats ran absolute fools in ’06, so Charlie was first choice.  I voted for him then, and unless someone better comes along, with a sigh I admit I would have to vote for him today.

Like the Guevara-nator in Mexifornia, Crist is a textbook RINO.  When the St. Petersburg Times, an ultra-liberal-in-complete-and-utter-denial newspaper endorses a Republican for any office, you know you’ve got problems.

A recent Times article:  ‘Crist says drug laws in place are fine’

Like all God-damned politicians, Crist is a “former” pot smoker who sees nothing wrong with incarcerating 20,000 non-violent drug offenders at a little less than 20 grand per inmate per year.  According to the article, Florida will have to build 2 new prisons per year through 2013 to house them all (for those outside of Florida, our fair state is facing multiple financial crises, including huge property tax hikes).

I’ve had it up to here with this Prohibition-era hypocrisy.  Every politician from the local dog catcher up to President should be forced to take random drug tests once a month for as long as they’re in office.  These surprise tests should be urine-based, captured live on video (with modest pixellation) and posted at government websites.  If any test positive they should be thrown out of office and jailed.

Our moronic government allows sex offenders to live at home but locks up pot smokers for life?

Shouldn’t it be the other way around? 

Lie-da-lie…lie lie lie lie lie-lie-lie

Enemy Mind

Had a dream with ______ in it the other night. Even in my dream she was with someone else and so it was a nightmare.

I awakened unhappily, as if I’d slept on a rock in Hell.

The mind is a worthless turd. It has zero control over the dream state, it can’t recall useful info on command and it panics in a crisis unless you’ve trained for thousands of hours for a particular situation, and even then…

The mind is a useless turd.

What happens when you’re just sitting there ‘minding’ your own beeswax? BAD memories out of nowhere. Past hurts made fresh. Future worries made real. You’d think your own mind would be on YOUR side, but it’s like the old attraction at Disneyland where you ride in tiny cars. You play at turning the steering wheel but the car is bolted to a fixed track.

A few salesfolk maintain the mind can be controlled, even reprogrammed, but it doesn’t last. Everything dies with the end of novelty and soon it’s the Disney cars again.

This physical body is halfway through the decades toward death; already I beg for the blankness of nothing.

It’s the only real prayer.