until the “laser” is pointed at them.
i can understand that.
im a huge George Carlin fan. I think he’s brilliant. But i wince whenever he attacks religion, especially Christianity.
But if i stood up at his concert and started yelling at him when he made those cracks, i’d look like an imbecile.
Perhaps I should say, i’d look like *more* of an imbecile, because his act, just like this blog, is a means for one man to express himself in public for the entertainment of a crowd.
Nothing will be accomplished on this page, trust me, no matter how long i continue to keep this thing afloat.
Just like no lives have been changed at The Laugh Factory, i seriously doubt that any beliefs, attitudes, or habits will be changed from reading my unlearned diatribes.
at best, i get flowed some greenbacks, or perhaps a young girl will want to do me.
c’est la vie.
I talk out of my ass and i do it better than most of the jackholes who get paid to do it on fishwrap across the country which is why a few of you are here.
check the facts? what facts? the facts are i have opinions, i state them during the 15 minute breaks that the government requires all workers to have, then i go back to my fascinating life of grading jewels here in my rodeo drive diamond shop.
i hardly doubt that any serious lawmakers even pay much attention to intelligent ideas that are formulated on this information bathroom wall that we call the web.
and why should they?
we continue to vote for these charlatans.
best thing i ever did was vote for Nader. not because it sent a message to anyone, but just like quitting smoking, it got me out of the habit of following the status quo of punching the hole that Tom Brokaw and all the other rich white men talk about on my beloved television. for a brief moment i thought for myself and said, Bush is a fucking idiot and Gore? fuck him too.
and then i thought about sex and then i remembered why i was there and then i punched the hole that said Nader.
and i was free.
the comments section of this blog are here for the readers to tell me how amazing i am, and for them to ask qualifying questions. it really isnt there for people to disagree with me or for others to spout off their points of view. do that on your own boring blogs.
but, i am a proud American. i was born in washington d.c. for pete sake. and even though Voltaire was a terrible french commie non-believer, he did say something that i agree with, something along the lines of “i disagree with what you say, but i will defend to the death your right to say it.”
which is why i rarely ban people from leaving whatever comment they choose to leave.
something the FCC doesn’t have the guts to do. which is why they suck, and why i disagree with the conservatives who support them. i think people can read something that they disagree with, or find ugly, or find offensive, or ugly, or stupid, or retarded or whatever, and not be scarred.
as someone who likes to write things down, i believe that words have a tad bit of power, but only if the reader wants there to be power there.
dumbshits will never have power, which is why our president is getting his ass handed to him by enemies foreign and domestic.
and since my break is about over, i will close by saying that the only way that i will ban people from leaving comments is if they either reveal personal information of someone who would not like that made public, or if they continue to be totally ridiculous.
more ridiculous, that is, than me.
for just like in many arenas, in that one, i too am king.