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Patriot’s Dayâ„¢


See Figure 9-11

I suppose every generation has their equivalent of the Kennedy Assassination. Ask anyone your parent’s age and they’ll be able to tell you exactly where they were and what they were doing when the story hit.

We were a year into our mass-media boycott… Still living in the first house in dogtown. The phone rang, it was Art:

“I know you weirdoes don’t watch TV so I thought I better call.. An airplane just crashed into one of the world trade center buildings!”

We turned on the radio and sat in silence as the rest of the morning played out.

I remember saying “Life as we’ve known it is over…” – I had no idea to what degree:

This act of terrorism, the senseless extinguishing of human life to “make a point” – would usher in an era of renegade leadership, fear, paranoia, war and divide a once great nation.

I find the coining of the term “Patriot’s Day” inappropriate – and vaguely insulting.

September 11th shall always retain one title and one title alone in my mind…. Elise’s Birthday.

Happy Birthday devcubber

I’m not blogging.

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flags

can I get a motherfuckin’ ah-men

Always nice on the intentionally rare occasion that I spit, piss and rant in this blog, (the one I don’t have) – and ya’ll come back with the “here-here’s” and “right-ons”… It makes me feel like I’m not completely alone, sitting here with my little box of piss-offs.

bleepkeeper emailed me this file because apparently it’s source website is down…

This is just too damn funny… and PAINFULLY right on the mark… it must be shared.

It’s from some comedian by the name of David Cross. (never hear of him before (we live under a rock) – but now I must run to the store and buy his stuff).

And rejoice – you and I are not alone -and someone with a bigger voice is sounding off. Now, suddenly I’m proud to be an American… Because this guy hasn’t been thrown in prison… urr.. well.. yet.

shutupyoufuckingbabby

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never forget


masked advertising

We spent the remainder of the holiday weekend cleaning up chaos caused by the carport sale.

Another near-tornado came through, this time knocking off a LARGER chunk of the tree in the front yard. Chad and I were walking (running) back from the neighbor’s house when it came down. We were making our way back to the front door when we heard the “CRACK”… I didn’t know I could run that fast. Kevin, who was watching us from the carport said we took off with Warner Brothers cartoon speed.

Sometime over the holiday weekend, someone went through and “flagged” our neighborhood, lining our streets with little plastic American flags.

I thought it was a charming, (albeit a little tacky), expression for Memorial Day. It wasn’t until I approached one of the flags in our yard that my opinion changed.

Attached to each flag was a card printed which read “Never Forget… United We Stand” – and beneath it a real estate agent’s business card attached with a staple. jingo

Scuzzy self promotion dressed up with hollow expressions of patriotism. Does this woman have a child serving in the Middle East? Did this woman have fallen relatives in mind who gave up their lives for this country back when wars were fought over a easily perceivable evil?

I sincerely doubt either.. She’s peddling her services – and, like so many other companies and our current corrupt administration, are plucking at the long out of tune heart stings of the American Public.

I see this sort of thing everywhere and it all has a similar effect on me. Just the other day at the gas station I noticed a little package on the “truck-stop-speed” kiosk which resides next to the cash register. A little package showing it’s contents – two capsuels, full of ephedrine, (a component used to make Crystal Meth and a substance abused by truckers and college photography students). The capsules were printed with the American Flag – the package read: “Energize for Freedom!”

While examining the ad in my front yard I noticed our annoyingly nosy neighbor across the street spying on me as she’s apt to do.

I looked up and in very plain view broke the stick off of the flag… walked over to the trash can and threw it and it’s attached ad away, keeping the flag. I shot a smile, a wink and a little wave of my now liberated flag to the nosy bitch – and went back inside.

I guess in a free country – you’re “Free” to be a tactless, shameless asshole in pursuit of a buck.

I’m free to openly say it makes me sick.

I’m free to deny keeping a blog too.