I'm being collected

Like a shiny new marble in a bag full of others.

Somebody recently sent me an invitation to join their network on a popular professional networking site. Not that I mind putting my website out there for all the world to see so that I can e-commerce myself into a new automobile, but how do you say no to this kind of invitation without people looking at you funny in church or at the club or over the back fence.

Do these people really care about me. According to the site I now have 929 new connections in my network since last Tuesday. I hope I can remember all their names.

OK my question is this, when are these sombitches sposed to earn any money if they are all playing the social networking game on your computers all day and half the night. I mean what the hell can I do with these people who I don't know and don't know me.

I think my previous post on social networking is still determinative of my thoughts on the matter. And it goes double for twatters.

I mean about the only thing social networking has proven itself useful for is organizing national riots. But unless you are planning to overthrow the government what's the attraction. But the minute Hosni Mubarak felt the slightest pressure from the bookfacers in Egypt he deactivated the networks. So what good were they?

My idea of a social network is one where I can walk up to you and ask you how much money do you have in your pocket. Then proceed to successfully lobby you to give all of it to me immediately with nothing more than a promise to see you next week. Short of that the usefulness quotient is a little thin. I wonder how many in my new network would even cover lunch much less a cash outlay.

We've come so far

Just a dream

Stop Look Listen

Life is just a bed of Neuroses

Dipped in butter and fried in hog fat

Now that's greasy

Racing a foe that cannot be bested

With the sunrise in my rear view

Riding into the dawn

Maybe Tomorrow

Let's have a funky good time

Searching

Lapsing into coherency

And where is the fun in that.

So if yall don't mind I've got delusions to tend

They did not know how

Why racism is good redux

Until I think of something better to say in honor of the holiday that celebrates the life and ideals of the good Doctor King I guess we will revisit the greatest hits of the past.

So check out last years posting on Why racism is good

Buying a gun is easier than buying cold medicine

Where are all the constitutionalists when I'm standing at the pharmacy counter hacking and wheezing my plaintive requests for them to check again when the computer thinks I have exceeded my 30 day limit of the good cold medicine, not that crap they keep out on the shelves for the dupes.

Surely the founding fathers intended for me to get relief from my phlegm laced misery just as much as they wanted me to be able to go to a gun show and buy a glock nine. I mean I may not amount to what you call a huddled mass but I am damn sure as hell yearning to breathe free.

But not one single solitary patriot stood with me as I attempted to proclaim my God given rights against the pharmacy brown shirts. When I think maybe I'll get a little riot going these cowards did not so much as raise a brief interruption in the orderly decorum of the pharmacy waiting area.

Even though I unleashed a tirade on the pharmacists that included in rapid succession fascists pig and a word that implies that he engages in carnal relations with his maternal parent, nary a peep out of one of them. Dammit, in the name of the constitution of the United States of America, I demand you hand over the Mucinex D sir.

And don't think for a minute that security didn't get a good dose of my spleen as I was escorted briskly from the premises. Who knew Wally World had armed security personnel. I'll bet they even get all the cold medicine they want too.

Now I don't know what the proper mix is for allowing a free and open society to acquire guns, but I do kind of like the idea of being able to purchase a gun if I so choose. But I also like the idea of owning and driving my own personal vehicle. So it seems to me that owning a firearm ought to require every bit as much determination, personal resilience and dogged persistence as it takes to purchase, register and transfer title to a used vehicle (can you say lets spend the day down at the DMV?).

It also seems to me that, at a minimum, as a society we ought to be able to agree that crazy people can't have guns or high capacity fast loading ammunition clips. Now we can sort out just exactly who is and isn't crazy at the next meeting, but if we can't agree that crazy people are out of the running, then America is nothing more than a mass delusion and a grand hoax perpetrated on guileless and gullible electorate with overactive imaginations and a flare towards the dramatic. And in the instance that we can't agree on that simple little premise, I would argue that we don't really have much of a country anyway, at least not one worth saving. So we might as well beat the rush and get busy killing each other in the name of whichever god we choose to defile.

On the other hand, if, perhaps, we can agree on the one simple premise that crazy people can't have guns and ammo, then maybe, just maybe, we can build on that and find a path to a collective future of cooperation and coexistence.

Or not!

Wasted lives and stolen moments indeed!

Happy birthday Dr. King

Not much new to say this year, I pretty much said all I had to say last year.

Although, I am bemused to discover that, rather than going shopping or barbecuing, your Monday holiday has become one of the major dates for ski lodge destinations.

Go figure!

Anyhoo, Happy Birthday Dr. King.

I wonder what you would make of tomorrow's post.

What a world, what world

Well alright, OK, you win

Home training

Hold it right there

The sky is crying

I believe I can fly

I guess that don't make me a loser

Shoot 'em in the ass

every time they turn their backs on you

Nothing is Okay

The Chubb Chubbs are coming

So ahh, you guys into karaoke?

What if we don't want healthcare reform rolled back?

So what exactly is wrong with perpetual student offspring staying on their parent's health insurance policy a couple more years. Who wouldn't want that?

Shingle by Shingle

OK Go

Happy New Year

Indeed, those were the days my friend

May they new year bring you all the best that life has to offer