Why doesn't the NAACP do something

Just because the Cisco Kid is on the wrong side of the border Rio Grande shouldn't change anything. I mean technically, he is colored. And the outlaws do have him pinned down at the fort. Not really sure about whether or not they rode the sunset or if he eats salted peanuts out the can but he sure as hell came in blasting drinking port and the horse definitely was made of steel.

That is all

But I was cool

I really try to embed only content that does not seem likely to become embroiled in some sort of copyright conflict.

I can see both sides of the issue. Copyright holders want to be sure they are properly compensated for the use of their content. Many Youtube posters are simply trying to share and enjoy the artistic endeavors of their favorite artists and figure after 30 or 40 years nobody is going to pay for this stuff anymore (at least not pay enough to cover the legal bills) so chill out.

Here is my nonlawyerly take on the matter. If I legitimately own a copy of the material I should be able to use it for my own personal enjoyment. If I happen to choose to enjoy my properly licensed content by posting it on my blog which is also for my own personal enjoyment then what's the problem. Just because other people can access my blog and enjoy that content should have no impact. What is the difference between that and playing a CD on my car stereo loud enough for others to hear outside my vehicle. As long as I am not selling copies out of my trunk (or from my blog) so what.

And if the major record companies want to sic their lawyers on all the idiots who roll up next to me at the stop light bangin' like a bag of tin cans playing loud inane crap then maybe I might start to see their point.

Until then, everybody needs to just be cool.

Here come the changes

I try to tell these young cats

It's hard out here for a pimp

Maybe we crazy

Humans are predisposed to suffer from the illusion of control. We tend to think that we are in control of our fate. But to be an inhabitant of earth is to be a passenger on a puny planet in a undistinguished solar system circling a dim star in an overwrought galaxy hurtling through space at an inconceivable speed to an unknown destination.

Do you still feel in control?[edit]

We think of ourselves as the center of the universe. But our existence here may be purely accidental and is the relative equivalent of being so insignificant that you would have to multiply the entire substance of earth an exponential number of times to rise to the level of a pimple on a gnat's ass in a swarm of noseeums circling a 40 watt porch light in a run down neighborhood. To think otherwise is to imply that God only exists as long as humans exist to believe in God's existence.

Why are we here?

Why are the rules as they are?

How certain are you that you really exist? Can you prove it? What if you are somewhere asleep now dreaming about a dream you imagined? Or perhaps the crazy people are really the sane ones and all the rest of us merely class A nut jobs who have simply managed to overtake the asylum?

What makes it real for you? And does it even matter if it is real?

Do you really drive your automobile; are you in control of it or is it in control of you? Perhaps the whole thing is just a conspiracy between delusion and coincidence?

Is the gravity that binds us all to the earth truly a force of nature or nothing more than a really bad case of group think? Would we all float away if we all simply stopped believing?

Are you always alone, even in the midst of a crowd and yet you find the silence of your solitude deafening?

When the laces to our sneakers become hopelessly irretrievably knotted is it better to cut out the knot or to find the patience to methodically retrace the path that led to the knot.

We cannot command the winds and the waves of the sea to do our bidding. But we can build a vessel and hone our skills to harness the power of the winds and the sea to our desired ends. Regardless of your station, when you realize that we all are but pawns in a grand scheme that was set in place long before we figured out where our asses were you have taken the first step. (Do you even remember when you first realized you had an ass?)

The system is specifically designed so as not to be fixed. In short, it is a fool's errand to solve the world's ills. And so we are all little gerbils running furiously on our little wheels going nowhere fast, but making really good time.

Where do you sign up?

Are we having fun yet?

New years eve celebrations seem distinctly subdued this year. Maybe everybody is broke. Maybe we are still worn out from Christmas. Maybe we all of sudden grew up.

I blame the networks. Say what you will about the major broadcast networks, but they still set the tone for the nation. They tell us what to think, when to be happy, when to be sad, how we feel about certain occurrences or whether or not we even give a shit about it.

I remember when I was a kid the new year's eve celebration was hyped to hell and back for three straight days. The show would come on at seven o'clock and function as a veritable roll call for a who's who of every major and minor musical act, starlet wannabe and aging used to be celebrity. Now I guess they are too embarrassed to hype anything that makes you go "who?".

Now the show comes at 10 o'clock, gets interrupted by the 11 o'clock news before it kicks in for a final 45 minute burn through the midnight celebration and a, count 'em, full fifteen minutes thereafter.

Sigh!

But I guess I'm one to talk, I'm here sipping on store brand sparkling cider watching this crap thinking who in their right mind would want to be in the midst of that. I suppose naivete and innocence is the engine that powers the world.

Happy New Year everybody!

anger and passion

are two branches from one treE
they are twins at cross purposeS
anger will only destroY
and passion cannot be defeateD

Break's over

It ain't the principle of the thing, it's about the money.

Let's go to work!