I really enjoy this title. You don't know where I'm going to go with it. Hell, I really don't know. Kidding. At least click the link at the bottom of my rant if you get tired of reading it.
I linked another blog on my Facebook page that talked about this ridiculous new sandwich that KFC has put on the market. I swear to god, someday, I will wake up and it will be a dream. Sadly, however, I recalled that Wendy's has it's own version of instant death on the market called the Baconator. Most of anything on the Carl's Jr menu is a mixture of unhealthy crap with unhealthy crap.
Why am I surprised? I fully understand some people are not ready to embrace veganism and fully understand that a majority of people will continue to support the animal abuse and torture industry and eat meat. I get it. I'm not going to be an ass about their choice. I, futhermore, understand that hamburgers and hot dogs will be sold and remain on the market. I'm a realist.
What I'm repulsed about, is that someone would eat this piece of crap knowing (and yes, everyone KNOWS that this saturated fat and cholesterol soaked shit is bad for their arteries) how bad it is for them. What further perplexes me is with the huge shift in the fast food industry promoting healthy alternatives: how could something like this get to the public?
Oh, yeah. Corporate greed. You can produce this "sandwich" cheaply from chicken byproducts that you call patties, cheap cheese, and byproduct bacon and sell it as a STEAL to the lower classes as a filling, delicious meal, and make some bank in the process. Who cares if you're going to send thousands to their early grave's? I mean, they have the CHOICE to eat it, right?
Of course, they have the choice to put it in their fucking mouths but it doesn't absolve you of your negligence, selfishness, greediness, or repulsiveness. You mislead the public about the safety of your product to make a buck. You produce your ingredients for bottom dollar, without the public health interest as a fleeting thought. It's this foulness that makes these corporate fucks destined to the 9th level of hell.
Tobacco companies gave people a CHOICE to use their product and look at where they are now.
When did the safety and quality of food become secondary concerns for providing food to the public?
I highly recommend FOOD, INC. to anyone who wants to see the state of food in America. This is NOT a vegetarian/vegan documentary but a documentary about the state of food production in our country and the industry that has been built around it. It was nominated for an Academy Award this year and is streamable on NetFlix. It will also be airing, free of charge, on PBS on April 21st. Arm yourself with knowledge. I promise you'll be better off in the long run.
2 minute clip of Food, Inc and the article to go along with it.
Food, Inc Clip
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
It's A Renter's Market
The title is misleading, I know. Here's your bait and switch.
Let me preface with: I hate apartment hunting. Hate. I would rather put out a lit cigarette in my eye. If I still smoked; I would do that right now.
Why do I hate this process so? A variety of reason - one of which are my dogs. I understand some people want to be "pet friendly" but don't want to allow in pitbulls so they make their acceptance of pets conditional in listings. This just adds another level of hell for my screening process, since it requires a call to the apartment manager and sometimes you get conflicting information. Add in the fact that my big girl is a whopping 48 pounds (yes, I weighed her last night, and it was quite amusing to anyone who was watching) and is going to be 11 years old shortly and my situation gets a little more complicated than most.
The second reason is just trying to find listings. There's no real central place to go here in Los Angeles. Driving around will net you a ton of numbers, at the cost of gas, but there's absolutely no initial screening involved that you get in other places. I'd venture to say 40% of all listings in LA are just done by hanging a sign. The remainder get thrown on craigslist or, shudder, the paper. Craigslist is spammed daily by people putting up the same listing, over and over, so it get tedious to sort through and the remaining sites out there just don't have any quality listings (apartments.com and rent.com have NO listings for West Hollywood - which is far from reality).
Next we get to the actual apartment visit. This is where the apartment manager tends to say obvious shit in case you missed it. "The apartment has hardwood floors." Really? I just thought this was REALLY tough carpet. Thanks Sherlock! Sherlock tends to get pushy and trys to make you sign something at this point. He'll even try to get you to make the deposit and first month's rent right away. Sorry, I'm just not that keen on writing $2,000 checks on my first viewing of the apartment before I can do some sideline research. But I guess some people need an apartment right away - those kind of people trying to outrun the feds or some shit.
Now comes the sideline research. For me, before I pick a place to live, I want to make sure that it's a safe area and that it's going to be convenient to the places I need/want to go to all the time. I'll check the LAPD crime website which shows a map of all the major crimes that have hit the immediate area around an address. I'll check the registered sex offenders site as well to make sure I'm not near some pervert cluster (or at least make sure they're cute before I move in). Then I'll just goggle the closest Target, Whole Foods, 24 Hour Fitness, and Petsmart.
Then comes the actual application process and signing away of your life. Then the packing and the moving (do I need to elaborate on how much THIS SHIT sucks?).
After reading this - maybe, I'm just a neurotic freak... I dunno. I just don't want to move somewhere for a year that I'm going to regret.
Nah, I'm a neurotic freak.
Let me preface with: I hate apartment hunting. Hate. I would rather put out a lit cigarette in my eye. If I still smoked; I would do that right now.
Why do I hate this process so? A variety of reason - one of which are my dogs. I understand some people want to be "pet friendly" but don't want to allow in pitbulls so they make their acceptance of pets conditional in listings. This just adds another level of hell for my screening process, since it requires a call to the apartment manager and sometimes you get conflicting information. Add in the fact that my big girl is a whopping 48 pounds (yes, I weighed her last night, and it was quite amusing to anyone who was watching) and is going to be 11 years old shortly and my situation gets a little more complicated than most.
The second reason is just trying to find listings. There's no real central place to go here in Los Angeles. Driving around will net you a ton of numbers, at the cost of gas, but there's absolutely no initial screening involved that you get in other places. I'd venture to say 40% of all listings in LA are just done by hanging a sign. The remainder get thrown on craigslist or, shudder, the paper. Craigslist is spammed daily by people putting up the same listing, over and over, so it get tedious to sort through and the remaining sites out there just don't have any quality listings (apartments.com and rent.com have NO listings for West Hollywood - which is far from reality).
Next we get to the actual apartment visit. This is where the apartment manager tends to say obvious shit in case you missed it. "The apartment has hardwood floors." Really? I just thought this was REALLY tough carpet. Thanks Sherlock! Sherlock tends to get pushy and trys to make you sign something at this point. He'll even try to get you to make the deposit and first month's rent right away. Sorry, I'm just not that keen on writing $2,000 checks on my first viewing of the apartment before I can do some sideline research. But I guess some people need an apartment right away - those kind of people trying to outrun the feds or some shit.
Now comes the sideline research. For me, before I pick a place to live, I want to make sure that it's a safe area and that it's going to be convenient to the places I need/want to go to all the time. I'll check the LAPD crime website which shows a map of all the major crimes that have hit the immediate area around an address. I'll check the registered sex offenders site as well to make sure I'm not near some pervert cluster (or at least make sure they're cute before I move in). Then I'll just goggle the closest Target, Whole Foods, 24 Hour Fitness, and Petsmart.
Then comes the actual application process and signing away of your life. Then the packing and the moving (do I need to elaborate on how much THIS SHIT sucks?).
After reading this - maybe, I'm just a neurotic freak... I dunno. I just don't want to move somewhere for a year that I'm going to regret.
Nah, I'm a neurotic freak.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Paying Attention
So now that I've made my switch to being vegan, I'm slowly working the rest of all of my vices out of the woodwork. During this process, I've noticed something else has arisen, unexpectedly. I've become hyper-aware of all the bullshit in advertising and the media.
I can't explain it, or even put a finger on where it's coming from. I can, however, tell you that it's a burning fire of anger that usually crops up hearing pure and utter crap. This usually culminates in an intense desire to punch the fuck out of my television, toss it out the window, hit it with my car, set it on fire, and then take a steaming whizz on the ashes. Realistically, it's not my television's fault - nor do I feel like replacing it, quite yet, so I've managed to contain my Office Space moment.
Here's are a few examples of stuff that I've seen recently. The Biggest Loser on NBC is a great inspirational show I concede, hence why I was watching it. The commercials that regularly go out during the show it seems are not enough advertisement. So, NBC has sold little minispots during the show for which the producers cleverly disguise into the show (for which these exists not enough sarcasm for me to express how blatant they are). Once of these big minispots that comes up often is for Extra Sugar Free Gum. I could tolerate this, despite the fact that it only has 5 calories a slice because it's a chemical shitstorm and is sweetened with aspartame... yum!
I could not forgive the 2 minute infomercial they did for cow's milk. Boasting the nutritional benefits and re-emphasizing the high source of protein and calcium contained within. Furthermore, they added dialogue that implied that if you don't drink milk you won't get calcium anywhere else. What they forgot to mention was the blood and pus that goes into every glass, along with the hormones, antibiotics, and chemical crap that gets poured into this "nectar of the gods." The conveniently leave all of these details out to promote this known carcinogen.
This shames me, tremendously. Not in the fact that a majority of Americans are ignorant to the negative aspects of drinking dairy; but that I live in a country whose government actually subsidizes and advertises for this industry (Happy cows come from California was a government ad campaign). It shames me that when I get the question, "But where do you get your calcium," that people look at me like I've grown a third head when I explain I get it from the same place the cow's do... greens. It's like they thought that cow's were blessed with a special organ in their bodies that makes calcium.
Another gem of a commercial is for a well-known spaghetti sauce that depicts a young boy feeding his vegetables to his dog, day after day. Then the narrator comes over, "You don't know where you kid's vegetables go" and then he sells Ragu as the savior! Kids won't give their tomato sauce to their dogs; they will actually eat it, because it's so good! And then mom can benefit by knowing that their child has had their vegetable serving! Isn't that RAD!
You know what happened when I didn't finish my plate as a kid? I was forced to do it or I might get punished. Being punished did not amount to "time-out." It generally involved a belt, and my soon to be red ass. I never even considered feeding food I didn't like to a dog, or hiding it. If I was caught - it would be a veritable shitstorm. I ate what was given to me - including meat (and this my parents did have to force down). Hell - as a punishment, my parents once made me eat scrambled eggs without ketchup. That was fucking hell.
Furthermore, this brand of spaghetti sauce isn't the health food that it's made out to be. Certainly, there are much worse - but christ. It has added sugar and salt as two of the main ingredients along with the ubiquitious "Natural Flavors" which could be anything from ground up insects to something further processed. Furthermore, it has oil and more oil added. Adding olive oil wasn't enough - they had to add some soybean oil later on. Let's add in the fact that we've got dehydrated vegetables in this mix. So, don't give me this crap that it's going to be good for kids.
You know what red pasta sauce is supposed to be? A blend of vegetables in a tomato sauce and not some cheap slew of crap with added sugar and salt. The natural sugars of the tomato and other vegetables should be enough... but not for our American pallets. We have to go and fuck up what nature gave us. Which leads to processed crap in a jar and the advertisements telling us how healthy it is.
It's not and it makes me ill that I bought this bullspit for so long and it's be perpetrated upon the American public. Just say it for what it is, "Because we're a nation of convenience, come buy our processed jar of shit that you can leave in a cabinet for a year without fear of spoilage and dump it on some equally processed pasta and you can pretend that this is a healthy alternative - and you can make it in 15 minutes!"
I can't explain it, or even put a finger on where it's coming from. I can, however, tell you that it's a burning fire of anger that usually crops up hearing pure and utter crap. This usually culminates in an intense desire to punch the fuck out of my television, toss it out the window, hit it with my car, set it on fire, and then take a steaming whizz on the ashes. Realistically, it's not my television's fault - nor do I feel like replacing it, quite yet, so I've managed to contain my Office Space moment.
Here's are a few examples of stuff that I've seen recently. The Biggest Loser on NBC is a great inspirational show I concede, hence why I was watching it. The commercials that regularly go out during the show it seems are not enough advertisement. So, NBC has sold little minispots during the show for which the producers cleverly disguise into the show (for which these exists not enough sarcasm for me to express how blatant they are). Once of these big minispots that comes up often is for Extra Sugar Free Gum. I could tolerate this, despite the fact that it only has 5 calories a slice because it's a chemical shitstorm and is sweetened with aspartame... yum!
I could not forgive the 2 minute infomercial they did for cow's milk. Boasting the nutritional benefits and re-emphasizing the high source of protein and calcium contained within. Furthermore, they added dialogue that implied that if you don't drink milk you won't get calcium anywhere else. What they forgot to mention was the blood and pus that goes into every glass, along with the hormones, antibiotics, and chemical crap that gets poured into this "nectar of the gods." The conveniently leave all of these details out to promote this known carcinogen.
This shames me, tremendously. Not in the fact that a majority of Americans are ignorant to the negative aspects of drinking dairy; but that I live in a country whose government actually subsidizes and advertises for this industry (Happy cows come from California was a government ad campaign). It shames me that when I get the question, "But where do you get your calcium," that people look at me like I've grown a third head when I explain I get it from the same place the cow's do... greens. It's like they thought that cow's were blessed with a special organ in their bodies that makes calcium.
Another gem of a commercial is for a well-known spaghetti sauce that depicts a young boy feeding his vegetables to his dog, day after day. Then the narrator comes over, "You don't know where you kid's vegetables go" and then he sells Ragu as the savior! Kids won't give their tomato sauce to their dogs; they will actually eat it, because it's so good! And then mom can benefit by knowing that their child has had their vegetable serving! Isn't that RAD!
You know what happened when I didn't finish my plate as a kid? I was forced to do it or I might get punished. Being punished did not amount to "time-out." It generally involved a belt, and my soon to be red ass. I never even considered feeding food I didn't like to a dog, or hiding it. If I was caught - it would be a veritable shitstorm. I ate what was given to me - including meat (and this my parents did have to force down). Hell - as a punishment, my parents once made me eat scrambled eggs without ketchup. That was fucking hell.
Furthermore, this brand of spaghetti sauce isn't the health food that it's made out to be. Certainly, there are much worse - but christ. It has added sugar and salt as two of the main ingredients along with the ubiquitious "Natural Flavors" which could be anything from ground up insects to something further processed. Furthermore, it has oil and more oil added. Adding olive oil wasn't enough - they had to add some soybean oil later on. Let's add in the fact that we've got dehydrated vegetables in this mix. So, don't give me this crap that it's going to be good for kids.
You know what red pasta sauce is supposed to be? A blend of vegetables in a tomato sauce and not some cheap slew of crap with added sugar and salt. The natural sugars of the tomato and other vegetables should be enough... but not for our American pallets. We have to go and fuck up what nature gave us. Which leads to processed crap in a jar and the advertisements telling us how healthy it is.
It's not and it makes me ill that I bought this bullspit for so long and it's be perpetrated upon the American public. Just say it for what it is, "Because we're a nation of convenience, come buy our processed jar of shit that you can leave in a cabinet for a year without fear of spoilage and dump it on some equally processed pasta and you can pretend that this is a healthy alternative - and you can make it in 15 minutes!"
Saturday, March 27, 2010
You have been terminated ....
Random irritation: I’m writing this blog at Starbucks because I’m getting new tires put on my car. Confused? Starbucks is next to the Pep Boys. I had planned on logging on the net and writing a bit, but instead of doing that, I’m writing this in Word to upload later because it seems that Starbucks and AT&T have partnered up to charge for wireless access at Starbucks.
Do you not make enough money off the coffee to provide this service? Seriously? Why is it that the independent coffee houses that I go to can, but Starbucks cannot? Didn’t you just raise your drink prices? Really?
I shall not be coming here to write again. Just sayin’…
So… today a chapter closed in the story of my life. I officially saw, “Terminated” next to my name at Daylight Transport. It was a good farewell, however. My coworkers, led by a friend, decorated my desk with balloons and then had an afternoon potluck. What I found most touching: they considered my vegan lifestyle.
I ate a few jokes about eating only carrots, but they actually had a ton of veggie options. Bread, some gorgeous vegetable platters with green beans and cherry tomatoes to boot, and a nice spread of fresh fruit were included. It gets better. I’m not sure who or what started this movement or who really contributed or participated in its funding so I’m trying to be mindful to not say names in the effort of appearing ungrateful – so to all and especially a certain Southerner who seemed to be at this charge I offer my thanks - but they even included some hummus, stuffed grape leaves, and falafel. It was quite nice to see that they cared that much.
I managed to even get some die hard meat eaters to try some of the veg options!
Regardless, it was a pleasant parting. I left on good terms and can be rehired in the future. I have nothing against Daylight – I’ve been treated with respect so I can’t speak to anything negative. I do wish they’d put a little greater emphasis on personal development with their employees, which I mentioned in my exit interview. So to those whom I worked with who may have expected some dramatic rant – I am sorry to disappoint.
I know, it’s so unlike me…
Do you not make enough money off the coffee to provide this service? Seriously? Why is it that the independent coffee houses that I go to can, but Starbucks cannot? Didn’t you just raise your drink prices? Really?
I shall not be coming here to write again. Just sayin’…
So… today a chapter closed in the story of my life. I officially saw, “Terminated” next to my name at Daylight Transport. It was a good farewell, however. My coworkers, led by a friend, decorated my desk with balloons and then had an afternoon potluck. What I found most touching: they considered my vegan lifestyle.
I ate a few jokes about eating only carrots, but they actually had a ton of veggie options. Bread, some gorgeous vegetable platters with green beans and cherry tomatoes to boot, and a nice spread of fresh fruit were included. It gets better. I’m not sure who or what started this movement or who really contributed or participated in its funding so I’m trying to be mindful to not say names in the effort of appearing ungrateful – so to all and especially a certain Southerner who seemed to be at this charge I offer my thanks - but they even included some hummus, stuffed grape leaves, and falafel. It was quite nice to see that they cared that much.
I managed to even get some die hard meat eaters to try some of the veg options!
Regardless, it was a pleasant parting. I left on good terms and can be rehired in the future. I have nothing against Daylight – I’ve been treated with respect so I can’t speak to anything negative. I do wish they’d put a little greater emphasis on personal development with their employees, which I mentioned in my exit interview. So to those whom I worked with who may have expected some dramatic rant – I am sorry to disappoint.
I know, it’s so unlike me…
Sunday, March 21, 2010
I thought it was time...
I've lost all excuses for not writing, so I figured it was about that time to start it again, or at least, more frequently.
For those who know me in the real world, some may be aware that a big change is coming ahead, as in the next week or so. If this catches you by surprise, then you'll have to stay tuned or watch Facebook. Some good things are headed my way, and they'll bring some peace to other aspects of my life, which is always a good thing.
So, instead of talking about any of the past topics that I've said I was going to cover, I've decided to address the elephant in the room (or at least the suspected elephant in the room). I've been vegetarianish for the past 5 years (the occasional fish) but as of a little over a month ago, I've realized that I couldn't maintain this excusatarian - I cannot talk credit for this term - lifestyle and have gone totally vegan.
I can tell you what set this in motion. On a date, a little over a month ago, I was meeting this guy at a Borders Books, and while waiting, I decided to look at the Fitness section and stumbled across a book, whose title just caught my eye: Skinny Bastard. I picked up the book and started reading, and was so enthralled by what I read that I ended up buying the book while on the date with this guy. I read the whole thing within about 2 days, and immediately scrambled for more material. The book opened my eyes, not only to how bad animal products are for human consumption, but the treatment of domesticated animals by man.
I should have prefaced this blog with, I became excusatarian because I did not like the taste of beef or pork and decided that I did not need to eat them, if I did not like them. I was aware these products weren't the best for you, but didn't make the connection to animal rights yet.
Back to the present day, within 4 days of reading the first few sentences in that book, I went full fledged vegan. I've since then poured myself into reading and watching as much as I can about a variety of these topics: animal rights, animal husbandry, history of our agrarian society, veganism, health concerns due to a meat centered diet, the rise of our fast food society, and a ton more. Any book or documentary I can find, I try to gobble up - I'll list a few movies at the end of the blog that are just fascinating, but not pushy. I've started to marathon through a vegan podcast that has about 3 years worth of podcasts called Food for Thought that is so well done and informative, along with emotional at times.
It's been a bit of an adjustment, but really smooth overall. I love eating well, and healthy and don't find that I miss any of the foods I used to eat at all (butter included!) I've found substitutions that work for any situation and am having so much fun trying out new vegetables every week! Bok Choy here I come!
The guy that I went on the date with is already history, but this lifestyle change still remains; however, I do feel myself becoming one of "those people." And by "those people," I mean the ones that turn their noses up at meat. I don't throw paint on fur, and I'm not going to leave the table if my dinner guest orders a hamburger; but I can't promise not to give a dirty look at the plate. I won't tell you where it comes from while your masticate your ground leg or shoulder; unless you ask, then it's fair game!
I did this for me, not for you. I want to live my life in the most nonviolent way possible. Eating meat is violent and not in line with my values. This progress is good for me: respect that.
On a lighter note, my step-brother asked me how my romantic life was going and his is fairing as bad as mine. He said something about more fish in the sea. This has coined the new tagline for my love life: "A Catch and Release program."
Movies:
Food, Inc - nominated for an Academy Award this year and you can watch it instantly on Netflix
Super Size Me
Fast Food Nation
Books:
Diet for a Small Planet
Skinny Bastard
Podcasts:
Food for Thought - www.compassionatecooks.com
For those who know me in the real world, some may be aware that a big change is coming ahead, as in the next week or so. If this catches you by surprise, then you'll have to stay tuned or watch Facebook. Some good things are headed my way, and they'll bring some peace to other aspects of my life, which is always a good thing.
So, instead of talking about any of the past topics that I've said I was going to cover, I've decided to address the elephant in the room (or at least the suspected elephant in the room). I've been vegetarianish for the past 5 years (the occasional fish) but as of a little over a month ago, I've realized that I couldn't maintain this excusatarian - I cannot talk credit for this term - lifestyle and have gone totally vegan.
I can tell you what set this in motion. On a date, a little over a month ago, I was meeting this guy at a Borders Books, and while waiting, I decided to look at the Fitness section and stumbled across a book, whose title just caught my eye: Skinny Bastard. I picked up the book and started reading, and was so enthralled by what I read that I ended up buying the book while on the date with this guy. I read the whole thing within about 2 days, and immediately scrambled for more material. The book opened my eyes, not only to how bad animal products are for human consumption, but the treatment of domesticated animals by man.
I should have prefaced this blog with, I became excusatarian because I did not like the taste of beef or pork and decided that I did not need to eat them, if I did not like them. I was aware these products weren't the best for you, but didn't make the connection to animal rights yet.
Back to the present day, within 4 days of reading the first few sentences in that book, I went full fledged vegan. I've since then poured myself into reading and watching as much as I can about a variety of these topics: animal rights, animal husbandry, history of our agrarian society, veganism, health concerns due to a meat centered diet, the rise of our fast food society, and a ton more. Any book or documentary I can find, I try to gobble up - I'll list a few movies at the end of the blog that are just fascinating, but not pushy. I've started to marathon through a vegan podcast that has about 3 years worth of podcasts called Food for Thought that is so well done and informative, along with emotional at times.
It's been a bit of an adjustment, but really smooth overall. I love eating well, and healthy and don't find that I miss any of the foods I used to eat at all (butter included!) I've found substitutions that work for any situation and am having so much fun trying out new vegetables every week! Bok Choy here I come!
The guy that I went on the date with is already history, but this lifestyle change still remains; however, I do feel myself becoming one of "those people." And by "those people," I mean the ones that turn their noses up at meat. I don't throw paint on fur, and I'm not going to leave the table if my dinner guest orders a hamburger; but I can't promise not to give a dirty look at the plate. I won't tell you where it comes from while your masticate your ground leg or shoulder; unless you ask, then it's fair game!
I did this for me, not for you. I want to live my life in the most nonviolent way possible. Eating meat is violent and not in line with my values. This progress is good for me: respect that.
On a lighter note, my step-brother asked me how my romantic life was going and his is fairing as bad as mine. He said something about more fish in the sea. This has coined the new tagline for my love life: "A Catch and Release program."
Movies:
Food, Inc - nominated for an Academy Award this year and you can watch it instantly on Netflix
Super Size Me
Fast Food Nation
Books:
Diet for a Small Planet
Skinny Bastard
Podcasts:
Food for Thought - www.compassionatecooks.com
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Just a quickie...
Just a quick spew, since it's been a minute and I have lots to spew about. First of all, life is finally calming down and I've got some new life changes in place. Namely - I made the plunge and finally went completely vegan. My body is still reacting pretty interestingly to the news, but so far so good. More updates on this later. I have spew to spew about.
So, on my previous rant about big business ramming cutting costs down peoples throats? Well, someone read this and sent me a link to an interesting site out there called the Tea Party and Freedomworks. At first glance, it was interesting - upon closer inspecting, I ran like a two-dollar whore in church.
I rarely dish on peoples beliefs or political views, but, yikes. These people are a bit nuts. Watch some of the YouTube videos they have... it's scary.
Basically, what this group is doing is preying on this recession and drumming up fear and paranoia. They're using the fact that we elected a black president to scare many older white Americans into thinking that one day Mr. Obama, during the state of the union is going to reach back behind his head and unzip his body to reveal the anti-christ himself. They're using the job losses and bailouts to show evidence that our country is now run by banks and that no one has their best interest at heart.
They're basically scum who are trying to prey on the weak and drum up support for their own cause, which seems to be an overthrow of our government. I'm - not - fucking - kidding. I'm sure there are sub-groups out there that act differently but they're quoted in the NY Times to say that a violent revolt may be necessary. Cute!
Speaking of sub-groups, their whole structure reacts of a terrorist group. One main body making decisions and spreading it downwards through groups, ultimately to cells who's members aren't published. They have a little "sister" group who's main mission is to tell sheriffs and our military to disobey orders they don't agree with (they say unconstitutional - but for fucks sake, for 100+ years the average joe though slavery was constitutional, and then for 60 years after that segregation. Sorry Joe the Plumber but you don't exactly have a great tract record for intelligent decisions).
This whole group makes me ill. While, I conceed that we have issues and departments within our government that are corrupt to no end, I don't think that our government is being subverted at ALL levels by some Ring of 12 or some bullshit. I think it's run by greed and that many corporations have their hands in the different pots and that needs to be fixed.
We have issues, yes. But, jebus christ, Obama's health care plan isn't going to make Death Panels. Seriously?
Or, if they do, can we just tell these panels to run these people over with a concrete mixer. Scaring people, spreading lies, and causing paranoia is pretty much the lowest thing you can do; I would venture to say, as low as what AIG did during the housing bubble. Congrats and becoming exactly what you hate, fearmongers. Congrats!
Next few post topics:
HIV is Still a Big Deal, Dumbass
Need vs. Want
Valentine's Day - The Apocalypse
So, on my previous rant about big business ramming cutting costs down peoples throats? Well, someone read this and sent me a link to an interesting site out there called the Tea Party and Freedomworks. At first glance, it was interesting - upon closer inspecting, I ran like a two-dollar whore in church.
I rarely dish on peoples beliefs or political views, but, yikes. These people are a bit nuts. Watch some of the YouTube videos they have... it's scary.
Basically, what this group is doing is preying on this recession and drumming up fear and paranoia. They're using the fact that we elected a black president to scare many older white Americans into thinking that one day Mr. Obama, during the state of the union is going to reach back behind his head and unzip his body to reveal the anti-christ himself. They're using the job losses and bailouts to show evidence that our country is now run by banks and that no one has their best interest at heart.
They're basically scum who are trying to prey on the weak and drum up support for their own cause, which seems to be an overthrow of our government. I'm - not - fucking - kidding. I'm sure there are sub-groups out there that act differently but they're quoted in the NY Times to say that a violent revolt may be necessary. Cute!
Speaking of sub-groups, their whole structure reacts of a terrorist group. One main body making decisions and spreading it downwards through groups, ultimately to cells who's members aren't published. They have a little "sister" group who's main mission is to tell sheriffs and our military to disobey orders they don't agree with (they say unconstitutional - but for fucks sake, for 100+ years the average joe though slavery was constitutional, and then for 60 years after that segregation. Sorry Joe the Plumber but you don't exactly have a great tract record for intelligent decisions).
This whole group makes me ill. While, I conceed that we have issues and departments within our government that are corrupt to no end, I don't think that our government is being subverted at ALL levels by some Ring of 12 or some bullshit. I think it's run by greed and that many corporations have their hands in the different pots and that needs to be fixed.
We have issues, yes. But, jebus christ, Obama's health care plan isn't going to make Death Panels. Seriously?
Or, if they do, can we just tell these panels to run these people over with a concrete mixer. Scaring people, spreading lies, and causing paranoia is pretty much the lowest thing you can do; I would venture to say, as low as what AIG did during the housing bubble. Congrats and becoming exactly what you hate, fearmongers. Congrats!
Next few post topics:
HIV is Still a Big Deal, Dumbass
Need vs. Want
Valentine's Day - The Apocalypse
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Too much teeth
No annoyance of the day/week/month, yet.
Kissing is important in any romantic relationship. It’s the basis and foundation for intimacy. Well, I guess there are some men who don’t kiss, but – they’re special in so many ways. Perhaps, I should say that kissing is the foundation for intimacy in most relationships, so I don’t have to exclude anyone. I suppose there are some man/horse relationships that don’t use that as a basis for intimacy. But then again, I’m not exactly planning my blog, or train of thought around any potential centaur breedings either.
My point is, if you can’t kiss, it’s a deal breaker for me. I can usually find some merit in most guys, but there are some, that are just hopeless. I went out with a guy recently and it was so bad, I couldn’t even deal with it. It was like his tongue was in constant circular motion in my mouth. Ok, left cheek, top of the mouth, right cheek, bottom of the mouth, and… AGAIN! Added to the fact that it was wet, sloppy, and it felt like someone was running a freaking car wash in my mouth, I quickly made an excuse and bailed.
He had no clue, however. I was astounded. He was in his mid-30s, and had absolutely no clue how awful he was. Then I thought about it, are there people out there who actually like that kind of kissing? I can’t imagine that anyone would want to have that feeling in the mouth more than once, but maybe there are. I think most people, like me, don’t want to be a jerk about it; so, he will go through his life thinking that the “car wash” motion is the hottest thing since flavored lube. Sadly.
Perhaps, if we all just responded by jumping up, slapping then and screaming, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT,” we’d correct some of this bad behavior? I doubt it. But it would certainly be a hell of lot more amusing.
I know that, I for one, would much rather have some constructive criticism than continue to do things that make people uncomfortable. In a past relationship, it took a few months for the dude to tell me that biting on his neck turned him off because he was highly ticklish there. Months. He said it made him uncomfortable to talk about, because he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. Seriously?
Why do we have such an issue talking about our needs and wants and likes and dislikes with our partners? Why is it easier to resign ourselves to unfulfilling rolls in the hay than to bring up this topic? Are we that scared of offending the person? Or are we just so prude, that even in a committed relationship, this topic is taboo? Whatever the reason, I won’t and can’t live like that. Maybe it’s just because I was sexually unsatisfied in a relationship for a long time, and choose not to say anything and I refuse to do it again?
Doesn’t really matter, because , if you can’t kiss – I don’t have the time to coach you. You could be the best at everything else; suck the chrome off a bumper, make a million dollars a year, like to do the dishes… etc. We’re ending after that first sloppy, tongue on the back of my throat, nasty lip lock.
Kissing is important in any romantic relationship. It’s the basis and foundation for intimacy. Well, I guess there are some men who don’t kiss, but – they’re special in so many ways. Perhaps, I should say that kissing is the foundation for intimacy in most relationships, so I don’t have to exclude anyone. I suppose there are some man/horse relationships that don’t use that as a basis for intimacy. But then again, I’m not exactly planning my blog, or train of thought around any potential centaur breedings either.
My point is, if you can’t kiss, it’s a deal breaker for me. I can usually find some merit in most guys, but there are some, that are just hopeless. I went out with a guy recently and it was so bad, I couldn’t even deal with it. It was like his tongue was in constant circular motion in my mouth. Ok, left cheek, top of the mouth, right cheek, bottom of the mouth, and… AGAIN! Added to the fact that it was wet, sloppy, and it felt like someone was running a freaking car wash in my mouth, I quickly made an excuse and bailed.
He had no clue, however. I was astounded. He was in his mid-30s, and had absolutely no clue how awful he was. Then I thought about it, are there people out there who actually like that kind of kissing? I can’t imagine that anyone would want to have that feeling in the mouth more than once, but maybe there are. I think most people, like me, don’t want to be a jerk about it; so, he will go through his life thinking that the “car wash” motion is the hottest thing since flavored lube. Sadly.
Perhaps, if we all just responded by jumping up, slapping then and screaming, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT,” we’d correct some of this bad behavior? I doubt it. But it would certainly be a hell of lot more amusing.
I know that, I for one, would much rather have some constructive criticism than continue to do things that make people uncomfortable. In a past relationship, it took a few months for the dude to tell me that biting on his neck turned him off because he was highly ticklish there. Months. He said it made him uncomfortable to talk about, because he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. Seriously?
Why do we have such an issue talking about our needs and wants and likes and dislikes with our partners? Why is it easier to resign ourselves to unfulfilling rolls in the hay than to bring up this topic? Are we that scared of offending the person? Or are we just so prude, that even in a committed relationship, this topic is taboo? Whatever the reason, I won’t and can’t live like that. Maybe it’s just because I was sexually unsatisfied in a relationship for a long time, and choose not to say anything and I refuse to do it again?
Doesn’t really matter, because , if you can’t kiss – I don’t have the time to coach you. You could be the best at everything else; suck the chrome off a bumper, make a million dollars a year, like to do the dishes… etc. We’re ending after that first sloppy, tongue on the back of my throat, nasty lip lock.
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