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Artist: Anti-Flag | Song: Turncoat

John McCain announces Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his running mate and people are really “thrilled” by this?

Did anyone hear the speech she just gave? She’s a complete joke! She stands there next to a man who votes with the “Good Ole’ Boys” of Washington ninety percent of the time and says she’s there to challenge those ideals? She’s walking right into them and if she thinks that she’ll have a say in any of the policy making (should the world end and America elect McCain) she’s out of her damn mind.

All during the campaigning everyone has been complaining about Obama’s lack of experience. When he chose Joe Biden as a running mate, a man who has plenty of credibility in the foreign policy area, they said that a VP couldn’t band-aid Obama’s shortcomings. The GOP has been drumming it into everyone’s minds that experience is the only way to go and McCain is the clear choice there… and then McCain picks Palin. Though doctors claim the guy is in perfect health, should something happen to McCain… THIS IS THE WOMAN WHO WOULD BE IN CHARGE?

How is this not completely hypocritical?

I can’t wait to see Palin debate Biden on foreign policy. I can’t wait to hear and read all over the news that women, once supporters of Hillary Clinton, are flocking to the GOP as they said they would because they have a female candidate on the ticket. I can’t wait to shake my head until it falls off at how people will say that Palin can juice up the race and how McCain/Palin exemplifies change for Washington.

McCain = Bush #3
Palin = Anti-abortion, gun-friendly, oil-loving newbie.

McCain + Palin = a Bush-impersonating ventriloquist and his puppet “Perky”.

This can’t be happening.

I am being tested today.

Since I started going to acupuncture I have felt legitimately better about life (as a whole) and have spent less time frustrated and more time letting things go. In my line of work it’s hard, unless you don’t have a soul, to not get aggravated with the situations that unfold - sometimes everyday.

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Good morning! Hope you have coffee in hand and a smile on your face, because I’m about to wipe it off.

K-Go showed me an article in the NY Times that circles around a new “innovation” for the ass…And when I say “ass”, I’m suggesting multiple meanings. For one, here is the article. In case there are some reading this that don’t feel like clicking the link, the article is about a new public toilet that is being tested in NYC. It’s supposedly the Rolls Royce of toilets and it’s created by this guy. For 25¢ you can shit and enjoy the pot with a 15 min self-cleaning experience, that according to its creator, was developed with homeless people in mind. So I guess the homeless people walking around NYC, who have a spare quarter of course, would find their fancy in this super-toilet.

Right.

Also stated within the article are the statistics of cost, water usage, and how the test run went. Here they are:

“In the first five days of operation, 443 people paid 25 cents each to use the public bathroom at Madison Avenue and 23rd Street, consuming at least 7,531 gallons of water and generating $110.75 in revenue. (Cemusa, the Spanish conglomerate that operates the public toilet, makes its money more through advertising than via the quarters — sort of how New York City gets more parking revenue from tickets than from meters.)”

So in five short days, NYC wasted 7,500 gallons of water washing people’s asses and only made $110.75? Granted, it is said above that it’s the ads that are drawing in the cash, but let’s revert back to Mr. Douglas Ladson’s original intent. How many quarters of that $110.75 came from homeless people? Yeah, I wonder too. Once again, cash takes precedence over being eco-friendly. Gotta love America.

I will say, as I said to K-Go, that I have to commend Ladson for all his hardwork on this toilet. He obviously is very aware of the fact that many people (maybe even most) could give a SHIT (pun intended) about our consumption of natural resources. He literally made shitting a flashy show that will trick people into thinking that expelling waste can actually be a cool thing to do, rather than a normal, necessary daily act.

It seems as though there is an upswing of major companies that are targeting the Modern Idiot and making out like bandits. Take the people who bought the iPod Touch for $299. They got a whopping 8GB of music. WOOHOO. Yet they passed up on 80GB for $50 less.

Steve Jobs, I applaud you. You know better than the rest of us that you could up the price for the Touch because we, consumers of America, are still just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the primates we evolved from. Kudos.

Maybe if Apple and Ladson joined up… you could buy a toilet that washes our asses for 20 min while listening to your favorite Britney song for $5 on the subway.

Fuck.

It’s a little after eight in the morning, I’m watching an episode of My So-Called Life, and feeling a tad delirious. I have been up since four-thirty in the morning and have yet to be able to fall back asleep. I had some strange dreams last night, tossed and turned, and finally just gave up around four-forty-five.

Now, I’m sure I’m going to get crucified for what I am about to say but… I’m really not all that impressed with this show… never have been. For a lot of people I know (see: pretty much everyone), this show benchmarked their adolescence… but while I grew up along side of them… it definitely didn’t benchmark mine. Angela is just so… annoying. And maybe when I was younger (and now that I’m older as well) I couldn’t get past that suburban, upper middle class life that she has in the show, that she like, ’so totally loathed’. The show doesn’t piss me off because it stamped it’s short-lived way into the hearts of many people for a few worthy reasons, but I just can’t care much for Angela or whatever woes she feels the need to cry about. If you were to remove the entire idea that it’s just a TV show from the picture, and meet Angela on the street, would you really sympathize with her? At the end of the day she has a great dad and a devoted, if not slightly controlling mother to help her through whatever comes her way. And whose mother isn’t a little batty anyway?

Ricky and Rayanne, however, are more like people I knew when I was growing up. Maybe a small part of me just can’t feel sympathy for people that aren’t as fucked up as the friends I had growing up or even as I am/was. Sounds shitty? Maybe. Both characters came from torn up homes, little to no money, etc. Each of them come off with a sense of humor about themselves, be it self-deprecating or not, and seemingly lived their lives because they were alive.

Other than that, I don’t have any kudos to pass out for the show. It’s possible that my probability of getting assassinated by someone still clad in flannel just expanded a marginal distance, but what am I going to do? I’ll blame it on the lack of sleep for now, but I’m pretty sure I’d feel this way if I were fully rested anyway. In this particular episode, Angela’s all broken up that she A) wasn’t on a poll that totally objectifies the girls in the sophomore class and B) has one zit.

I mean, really?

I might have just been born an asshole… but for the last thirty seconds of watching I’ve just wanted to closeline her.

So remember how I said I don’t watch TV unless I can view it online? Well I’ve been on vacation this week and I’ve been taking it easy. So I checked some of the new television programs airing on some of the major networks. And wouldn’t you know, there’s a new teen drama in town and it claims to be original, captivating, and sexy.

Wanna know what it really is? It’s a drawn out copy of Pretty in Pink sans the heavy electronic drumbeat 80’s songs and John Cryer.

For information’s sake the show is called Hidden Palms and it’s set up to take the place of one of the canceled shows of 2006. It features five completely over priveledged teens living in the relentless heat of Palm Springs, Ca with an endless supply of money, booze, and full on whiny teenage angst. Johnny Miller (such a catchy name, huh?), once a psuedo-bookish introvert has turned rehabbed alcoholic since watching his father commit suicide. His mother remarries after a hot minute to his late father’s best friend and business partner. Oh, how amazingly California. (If the show were staged in Alabama maybe it would have been to her father’s brother whom actually is her cousin twice removed, I digress) On moving day, enter Cliff: a bad James Spader. He tries to do his best ‘Steff’ complete with polo shirts, docker shorts, and flip-flops (the modern day version of penny loafers without socks), but fails miserably. The only thing he’s got going for him is an almost cocky slow west coast drawl that sounds more like he’s got a bite guard in his mouth rather than rich kid driven attitude. Greta, the mystery girl who’s humorously spontaneous (see: she runs through sprinklers wearing only a thin white night gown in the middle of the night), captivates Johnny upon their first wet meeting. He sees this oh so free girl running through what I think was a golf course and follows her… The writers play it up like he’s captivated by her spirit but I think it’s more about seeing slightly post-pubescent boobs without paying for it. Johnny is instantly drawn to Greta (see: following her around, taking creepy photos as she sunbathes at the country club), and their climax scene to date is where she quizzes him to see if he’s a keeper. The questions were: Do you believe in God? You find Titanic and the latest Will Farrell movie on TV, which do you watch? Then, the all telling question: Are you a virgin?

Who fucking writes this shit?

He answers with some ridiculous diatribe about who she really is, you know, because he can tell from her blatant disaffection that she is actually a sappy hopeless romantic with trust issues.

I repeat, who fucking writes this shit?

There is this other gir Liza, who is Molly Ringwald’s Andie and John Cryer’s Duckie all rolled into one. She’s weird, quiet (definitely more Andie than Duckie), and doesn’t fit in with the other kids. She works at the club instead of being a patron… How blue collar of her.

I think I’ve covered the major bases… Wait, there is this underlying dual suicide story involved a boy named Eddie who conveniently ‘killed himself’ in what is now Johnny’s bedroom. I think the mystery of that is supposed to be important… but I can’t remember details. Oh, that’s because the plot line there is fucking terrible and this entire show is poorly acted, written, and constructed. Basically it’s an hour long whine of kids with nothing better to do than sun themselves, get wasted, cry about it, and say things like: Dude. Lame. Whatever. and Drink?

Give me Andie, Duckie, and Iona any fucking day and stuff these kids’ mouths with their overpriced socks. Thanks CW, you’ve created another television show to suck the dignity and the life out of our already lacking teenage generation. Good job.