Apparently last week I compared our happy, friendly, Judeo-Christian view on women to that of our theological cousins in Islam. I guess I said both their modesty mores are arcane traditions woven into the fabric of societies based on oppressive, misogynistic religions. Well, it’s a week later, I’ve gotten some complaints, and’ve had time to …
I hate television. I don’t think I’ve ever owned one that got channels. I have to admit though, occasionally through cultural osmosis a show or a character will capture my attention, and hold the poor hyperactive little thing hostage until it wastes away. They can’t survive in captivity, you know. My favorite shows often are …
As a younger traveler, I’d march through the airport draped in rags held together with chains, safety-pins, and bits of shredded patriotism. Like gutter royalty I wore a crown of multicolored dreadlocks spiking in every direction. Upon my shoulders hung all the weight of the world in a pack with an upside-down American flag on …
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(Title stolen from, but unrelated to, Angel Dust) Do you know who you are? Of course you do. You can look around at your life and see the answer as plain as day. Your job, your home, your (sex) toys, the people you choose to be stuck with, it’s all kinda just a physical manifestation, or representation …
(Title stolen from but unrelated to the Misfits) I’m not one of those who thinks, ‘back in my day things were better; men were men, women were women, and music was music.’ Mostly, the only folks who think ‘those were the good old days’ are white, heterosexual, males who’re pouting that now it’s their turn to let …
You step into a murky casino filled with smoke of many colors. Expensive cigars, cheep cigarettes, pipes, hashish, cloves, marijuana, incense, opium, and then some. The combination of scents isn’t over-all not displeasing, just vivid. As people walk by, the swiftly moving ones leave trails of cleaner fresh air in their wake. Along with smoke …
(Title stolen from, and yet unrelated to, the Mountain Goats) Now that I am middle aged – the summer of life, I like to think – I have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow… Upper. I wanna be a heretic. I am not saying this to sound cool or shocking. …
As you can imagine, my last post inspired a few folks with differing opinions to pose some counterpoints. Some threats, some propositions, and a few that with enough lube could fit snugly into either category. To paraphrase one sent by someone backing around Germany, “If people are capable of so much, why don’t they use their …
People Suck – or at least that’s what I hear from; friends, coworkers, folks I randomly eavesdrop on in public, and of course, Bill Hicks. It makes me wonder, is this some original-sin type of self-loathing, or a me-against-the-world kinda hyper-elitism? Are these men, woman, and children admitting they too are a people, and that they …