1. Tuesday, December 16, 2003

    people are doing their “best of” lists 

    nd it’s making me terribly jealous. i think things like “oh shit, why didnt i get the cat power cd, so i could have it on my best of list.”

    or “fuck man, why didnt i see american splendor yet!”

    and you might not know it, but hidden down inside tony pierce is a music critic. deep down inside. but im far too punk rock in my ideas to ever have it all come out right. for example, if i had to analyze last years busblog, i would say it was basically a year long record review of tsar’s self titled debut from 2000, basically giving it four stars.

    this years busblog? wouldnt know. havent read it.

    if i had to guess, i would call it an exploration of an optimists view of hell

    first hand.

    you can have coffee breaks in hell, it turns out. little breaths of fresh air.

    promises of a weekend leave. a day pass. a time out. a twenty second time out.

    a brief gasp of poise.

    the reason rumsfield gets no love is cuz he says shit like saddam was a coward because he didnt shoot the guy who found him trapped in that hole.

    rumsfield pretending that this guy wasnt living in palaces for over thirty years, not at all familiar with having rats gnawing at his eyebrows as he slept like the dead, treasure chest full of ben franklins as a pillow, rifle in one hand, pistol in the other knowing that this time things arent going to get better.

    5 in the morning and someones busting in on you and you know what, not everyone is in the killing mood at 5 in the morning when youre sixty three years old or whatever the fuck he is. and dont think i feel sorry for him, i dont, but im used to my little comfort level and ive only been doing this for a few years, bros been having free reign of a rich country for a long long long time, hes not a coward because he didnt shoot anyone, hes just a lazy rich old man sleeping in a hole in the cold in a world of shit.

    know where you vacation when youre in hell?

    anywhere else.

    a coward shoots himself with the pistol when the sky begins to fall, and seriously how brave is it to hold the rifle and shoot towards the light when odds are theres more than just that one motherfucker.

    there is absolutely nothing cowardly about facing your judgement head on, especially in a part of the world where punishment for even minor offenses can be brutal and twisted.

    some might call it taking it like a man.

    theyre sexists, but we get the point.

    people who jump into air force ones and fly as high as they can fly minutes after 9/11 shouldnt be calling people who try to crawl back into the womb cowards.

    america should be known as showing a little class with our victories, shallow as they may be.

    at the xbi we have a little saying that we tell overproud agents who gloat after they complete an assignment.

    act as if you shoulda gotten him yesterday.

    you’ll come across as more confident

    way more professional

    and utterly scary to the bad guys.

    the best best of best of list of 2003: fimoculous