wednesday lyric

i know i missed it.

When life gives you the ridiculous... make ridicule!

pharyngula comment. awesome.

Song and album both have exclamation points.

System of a Down
Steal This Album!
Boom!

I'm walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by T.V.

Overbearing advertising
God of consumers
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrors filtering information through the public eye
Designed for profit sharing
Your neighbor, what a guy

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,

Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck

4000 hungry children
Leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Why must we kill our own child?

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb

This song is about as good a song as has ever been written for when you're driving, and you're pissed, and somewhere deep inside you know you can't drive like a retard and put every limb on the fucking road in danger, but you so want to, you want them all mutilated, all the fucking idiots who wreck the world, but you know it's not really that asshole in a celica who thinks they're michael schumacher, or that shitbag driving the suburban like it's a tower from which she views her kingdom between makeup-application and phone sessions...this is the song to sing. Try not to slam the shit out of your steering wheel and scream BOOM!

I know I can't. Can't not. What? It's late.

har

Bush sez: "We must contact our allies in the region!"
From Truthout.org

fuckin' bomb 'em

GOP? Fuck you.
Go ahead and post one, or two, or five.

--AZ-Sen: Jon Kyl

--AZ-01: Rick Renzi

--AZ-05: J.D. Hayworth

--CA-04: John Doolittle

--CA-11: Richard Pombo

--CA-50: Brian Bilbray

--CO-04: Marilyn Musgrave

--CO-05: Doug Lamborn

--CO-07: Rick O'Donnell

--CT-04: Christopher Shays

--FL-13: Vernon Buchanan

--FL-16: Joe Negron

--FL-22: Clay Shaw

--ID-01: Bill Sali

--IL-06: Peter Roskam

--IL-10: Mark Kirk

--IL-14: Dennis Hastert

--IN-02: Chris Chocola

--IN-08: John Hostettler

--IA-01: Mike Whalen

--KS-02: Jim Ryun

--KY-03: Anne Northup

--KY-04: Geoff Davis

--MD-Sen: Michael Steele

--MN-01: Gil Gutknecht

--MN-06: Michele Bachmann

--MO-Sen: Jim Talent

--MT-Sen: Conrad Burns

--NV-03: Jon Porter

--NH-02: Charlie Bass

--NJ-07: Mike Ferguson

--NM-01: Heather Wilson

--NY-03: Peter King

--NY-20: John Sweeney

--NY-26: Tom Reynolds

--NY-29: Randy Kuhl

--NC-08: Robin Hayes

--NC-11: Charles Taylor

--OH-01: Steve Chabot

--OH-02: Jean Schmidt

--OH-15: Deborah Pryce

--OH-18: Joy Padgett

--PA-04: Melissa Hart

--PA-07: Curt Weldon

--PA-08: Mike Fitzpatrick

--PA-10: Don Sherwood

--RI-Sen: Lincoln Chafee

--TN-Sen: Bob Corker

--VA-Sen: George Allen

--VA-10: Frank Wolf

--WA-Sen: Mike McGavick

--WA-08: Dave Reichert

we do guh... we do

I read em Garth... read em both....
but then again... I have no life
but such is me.

late night

i'm sitting here wearing a cowboy hat with a skull on it watching Steven Wright on Comedy Central and reading TPM Muckraker and wondering, "why don't we have a database that can accurately correlate congressional moves with the amount of money a given congresscritter has received from the relevant mover or shaker in regards to legislation or investigation?"
I wish i was making that up.
but seriously, you think that any such program would come up with anything other than "Republicans are fucking terrified to their cores that Dems could gain control of the House or Senate and gain subpoena power in ethics/corruption/intern-fucking investigations".

I don't think that it would.

Steven Wright just said he had a job at a pet store and one day they fired him because they had three snakes...and one day he braided them.

that would be three pissed off snakes.

i don't think my forums readers read my front page, and i don't think my front page readers read my forums. it causes me to stay up late at night weeping, weeping hot fat tears of dismay.

PS: I did a goog for "hot tears of dismay" with the quotes and everything and got a big fat NOTHING. I think it's incumbent on everyone I know to link to this post to give me the only googsult on "hot tears of dismay" because it would make me so fucking happy. i'm only #1 on "babyfight". That's fucked up. who searches for babyfight? that's kind of why I bought it, but still. my own desires should be trumped by my later desires, that's easy to understand. it's like a yeti wearing a tophat at the ball, of course he wants to be accepted. he didn't ask to be a yeti.

well, i'm not saying i'm a yeti, or that i didn't buy babyfight.com on purpose, however misguided. but still. think of the poor sad yeti. he just wants to go to the cotillion.

Wednesday lyric

Almost forgot!

You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other people, here, in the trailer park.

Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing to the soil!

You know that Johnny Worster kid, the kid that delivers papers in the neighborhood. He's a fine kid. Some of the neighbors
say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl. Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's the Worster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl." I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do youthink they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are doing to the soil?

I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAREDEVIL, just like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody, Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found his head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr. And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our soil?"

Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city where there's a large underground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa, perfect example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart. You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on, Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens. They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.

You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other people, here, in the trailer park

squirtle

just thinking. what are the worst pickup lines you've ever heard?
"hey baby, ever done it with a guy who has aids?"
"hi, your breasts look like my mother's, because hers were witheld from me also. i was so hungry"
"i bet you and me could work together to move my couch. and my armoire"
"i make all my own clothes"
"wanna ride in the mostly green stanza of love?"
"hey, i'm going to rape you. just kidding, can i have your number?"
"i hope you brought defibrillators, because i'm going into cardiac arrest baby. no really, break out the defibrillator"
"can i buy you a drink that i can put drugs in? i mean, not put drugs in? god that's hard to remember."
"gosh, i haven't done any gay porn in years!"
"you know who you look like? grandma."

i think the one about rape i heard somewhere, but the rest are off the top of my head.

you got any good ones?

neat

david cross and h. jon benjamin, two of the funnier mofos in the world, do a comedy central show. not a guarantee of funniness, but a good start.

monday monday

anyone else watch the UFC special on saturday? i don't think i have seen a nose broken that insanely in my life before.


Get more pictures like this from SHERDOG.COM

see where his nose is right now? now imagine about the bottom 75% of it over to your left by about 1/2". totally gross and awesome. anderson silva got him in the best muay thai clinch (franklin misjudged his clinch strength, and said as much after the fight) and started delivering ferosious knees to his body and legs, which caused frankling to try and protect himself, which caused franklin to have his face mashed up into a goo by anderson silva's knee.

good lord it was gruesome. if anyone can find a pic of franklin's face i'd appreciate it.

james wolcott

is fuckin' awesome.

so sad

matthew yglesias. Quote is from this WaPo story.

In the first nine months of this year, Bush declared more than twice as many events or outcomes "unacceptable" or "not acceptable" as he did in all of 2005, and nearly four times as many as he did in 2004. He is, in fact, at a presidential career high in denouncing events he considers intolerable. They number 37 so far this year, as opposed to five in 2003, 18 in 2002 and 14 in 2001.

wolcott pt 2

James Wolcott piles on "Distort D'newza" some more.

A call to metaphorical arms

I know it's been going on for a long time, but the cries of "traitor" and the finger-pointing of the Right are getting louder, more strident, and more violent. Dinesh D'Souza, slime creature born of Scaife/Coors funded thinktanks, is oozing out a new book (link goes to James Wolcott destroying it) explicitly saying 9/11 was the fault of the "cultural left".
He's utterly full of shit, but his book and the specious lies in it will be used as ammo over the coming weeks leading up to the election. Wolcott goes totally bananas on it, and he has a martial keyboard nearly unrivalled in blogdom.
I'd recommend reading that article, and studying what's being talked about. When someone tells you, "You liberals caused 9/11", be more prepared to laugh in their idiot face than to punch it in.

Wednesday lyric

Hey baby.

This is turning into like our regular thing, you know? Like, we're, like, going steady...

I want you to meet my parents.

Come back!

Harold of the Rocks
Primus
Suck On This

It was a weekend's eve,
I had sex on my breath
I was lookin' for somethin' to see.
With a borrowed black
leather and my best fishin' hat.
Well it was just Wendy O. and me.
We called old Swamp
Up on the telephone
And said we was comin' on
Down to pick him up
and then, he said,
"Hey Swampy, me and Greeny'll come along -
But only if we can bring a friend."
"His name is Harold."
I said "Okay."
Now, we had a
Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O, Stanley, Harold of the Rocks and me.
We hopped into my Dart
And headed for the nightbreak
To see a man they call Schooly D.
Harold he's a friendly guy.
He rambles on and on.
He'll talk the balls off
a rhinoceros.
fact is he just doesn't
make much sense.
Well Stan said
"This guy's pretty bizarre Gus."
Harold of the Rocks.

I saw Harold at a
party Trouzy threw
Late one night.
I said, "hey man,
Do you remember me?"
He said, "O' course
I do Snapdad and
Let me tell ya right
'Bout now I'm lit
Up like an ol' Christmas tree."
Hey bro you know I'd
like to thank you once
Again for let'n me
Hang with ya' all across
The bay. when I
Look back at that
night I get me a
Warm spot across my heart."
Then he shook my
hand, and walked away.
That's the last I
Seen of Harold.
Harold of the Rocks.
So in the end,
Swamper and Greeny
Finally succumb to
The ways of Harold.
And in doing so
Each gave just a little bit
Of his soul away.
What a couple of dumbshits.

i write letters

To Whom It May Concern:

Listening to the radio this morning, I heard something that cuts directly to the heart of why people are worried and angered by George Bush's extra-constitutional power grab. In reporting on the Virginia Senate race between incumbent Allen and former Navy Secretary Jim Webb, the NPR newsreader said "Allen accused Webb of wanting to allow terrorists to bring lawsuits against their captors".
That is a huge problem, and went unchallenged by NPR. They are ACCUSED TERRORISTS. That means the government says they are, and they say they are not. Or might be, if they were allowed to plead their case. Whether or not they are terrorists must be decided by a court, and the accused must be allowed to see the evidence presented against them in the presence of counsel, or we are nothing more than another tinpot dictatorship. These are not fancy, new ideas I'm espousing here. They've been around as long as man has had conception of justice. Since we stopped, or at least thought we'd stopped, torturing confessions out of people and burning them at the stake.
Without the right to trial by jury, habeus corpus, and the other hard-won civil protections, we are nothing, just a dictatorship. We all need to ask ourselves how we'd wish to be treated in that situation. This is the only way we can keep ourselves from falling into the slime pit of jingoism and ultimately Fascism.

just a quick note

"Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest." — Émile Zola

wednesday lyric

American Steel
Rogue's March
"Insurrection Ave."

They wanna isolate the left
...isolate the right
...and all of us
They're gonna polarize the blacks
...polarize the whites
and everybody gets caught up in the fight
I read revolution on the Berkeley walls
while the red threat waved to the comunist fall and from down here
I read four letter words on the bathroom stalls and in the union halls

American Revolution is unfinished
there won't be peace until there's justice
I've got my home-made bombs homespun charms
I'll meet you at the corner of Skid Row and Insurrection Ave.

I get no dough from the Pentagon
I can't subsidize my family ties with the IM Fund
keep the workers working the Guvna say cool off
some cool off but I'm feeling red hot
I'm feeling tension in the melting pot
They're gonna blur threat and catastrophe
they're gonna blur class lines
they're gonna blur all the history you can't defeat an enemy you can't define
They're gonna urge you to God and country
they're gonna urge you to cross picket lines
and while the trading is free far overseas they're retouching borders we're all chained behind

I'd seriously recommend anyone who likes music with power and conviction to listen to American Steel. Their latest isn't even as heavy duty punk as Rogue's March, although even that had a few moments of ska, reggae, and motown influnced musical adventurism in it. The title track and this one are almost worth buying that album by themselves, and they threw in a few other kickass songs besides. There's some MP3 links in the artist site link above.

hi

i was driving home tonight, and i started thinking about a lot of things we take for granted. i started thinking of the fact that i can go home and be relatively certain that my house will not be bombed by planes dropping munitions from the stratosphere, or run over by bulldozers covered by armor and protected by massively armed soldiers.

i thought of a scene, and maybe you should think of it. it's probably not real. but at the same time it's intensely real, in the sense that it happens to real, living (at least for now), human being like you and me. i thought of a child, playing, in the supreme confidence of his parents telling him all is well, a child occupied with child-thoughts, like, "Is that possible?" or "I bet I can do that". a child bending their head upwards to an odd noise, seeing, in the blue of the sky, black specks becoming visible. a child seeing bombs made in our country, or licensed by our country for other unbelievably poor people to make, coming into view, this bizarre otherness of something appearing in the sky, a place reserved for wonder in this child's eye. i imagine that they continue in their interminable path and eventually explode at the predetermined place, established by central command or bombadier or whoever makes the decision that day, and the force shoves me back, and the shockwave pushes dirt and stones and broken metal and glass and anything else between me and it into my small body. it tears me apart. my body is destroyed by shrapnel from bombs. i don't know why this is happening, or how people will react, or how others will justify it. all i have is a puzzled look at this otherness dropping from the sky, and the pain and surprise of my small body being torn to pieces by immensely destructive weapons, weapons dropped by men who will never see me.

now justify bombing. for gods sake, justify it. the idea that we can do this, we can attack and destroy, like we've done in cuba, the phillipines, iraq, grenada, panama, iran, afghanistan, venezuela, hawaii, the entire contiguous US, the sudan, libya, and anywhere else in the world...it makes me want to kill myself to not be associated with it. i look at my beautiful daughter and think of all the other daughters killed by bombs and artillery and mines and small-arms fire and i want to not exist.

think of who these weapons are dropping on when you cheer the army or air force or navy. think of it. think of the massive de-humanization that needs to be imposed for a man to believe that everyone in a city he is bombing is guilty of what he's being told they're guilty of.

think of it, please. it's being done in your name