Archive for April, 2008

Blinders

April 2, 2008

I just read through the msnbc piece on “Congress Questions Big Oil’s big profits” and it was, at least in a sense, heartening which was a nice suprise.  It was somewhat uplifting because it shows that Congress is actually getting involved and calling Big Oil to accountability.  Congress is actually doing something that has legitimate potential to positively affect average Americans!  A novel idea in our day. 

 One of the oil company executives made a futile if not devious attempt to deflect blame for the estimated 100 billion in record profits, just last year, saying that the industry is cylical and that high profits years are a market necessity to offset low profit years.  The minor problem with his statement is that it’s got nothing to do with reality.  He’d (John Hofmeister, Pres of Shell Oil) made that statement in Nov 2005 when oil was only $60 a barrel.  Today it closed on the NYSE at $100. 

Americans are responding though.  Hundreds of truckers went on strike accross the nation to protest rising fuel costs and our Congressional representatives at the hearing did an admirable job of attacking Big Oil’s reps considerably; “On April Fool’s Day, the biggest joke of all is being played on American families by Big Oil,” said Rep. Edward Markey, D-Mass., as he opened the hearing.  Ultimately however, whatever the outcome of the hearing, has yet to be determined and a long road it may well be.  However effective the outcome, still up in the air.  Propsals for tax cuts and increased spending on alternative energy sources development, to which Exxon Mobil spends a paultry 100 million while having earned over 40 billion last year, were at least put on the table.  Whether anything was done with them I’m certainly as of yet aware.  

 These facts are sad and can lead to another more disheartening conclusion all together, namely, given the chaos engulfing our world, and our near helpless position to do much about it* (insert jumbo sized grain of salt), is it perhaps not better to lead our lives with blinders on?  Simply do whatever it is that is best for ourselves and let the world crumble on its merry way?  The haunting notion I’m left feeling is that that road will take us to an ugly, beaten place.  A life where we’re too stupid and/or lazy to realize how bad we have it and a lost memory of what we’ve given up. 

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Big Bro Speeding at Cha’

April 1, 2008

Blog Me? BLOG YOU!

ANGRHEY! Is what we should all be. I ain’t talking because of traffic, the rain, or because you stubbed your toe. I’m talking about the world we live in and the prison planet its becoming. By the way, G.Dubbya B, you are definitely one the S.O.B.’s to blame and consider that official presidential business. Everywhere you go and everything you do is restricted. I can’t post simple blogs without them being sanctioned or “reviewed”. WTF is this? Exactly what is so offensive about my blogging a and b, what the BLANK gives these clowns the right to even sensor it? What are they, the Fed reserve? Listen to me, you Eblogger Basses, STAY OUtTA my intellectual neighbahood, you understand that? undastand that? Cuz’ its the only time I’m telling you. Just shut your fach, and be glad I’m using your punk site to being with. Maybe that’s what’s missing from the E-universe, E-battling, so I could roll up up on E-blog sentinels and lop their blanking heads off where they stand. Ah, the middle ages were a better day. Ok. maybe not so much but man, wouldn’t it be great to lop a head or two off with ruthless impunity. Watch, I’ll probably go to the e-clink for that one. Accordingly, let me issue the following disclaimer to the E-sentinels looming over my web shoulder: it’s a JOKE you mo’s!
Menacing basses. Bad enough 9-11 turned our world up side down so you can’t phyiscally go through a single day with some sort of “security” presence sufficating you, now your freedoms are limited even in the con-cockbass-ed world of blog-o-sphering. I think I’m going to put a down payment on one of those gattlingun wielding battle droids from the matrix part tres. Sure I can’t afford it but, #1 when has that stopped anyone, and #2 what’s the difference? As long as there’s a “sign & shoot” sales event going on at the local dealership, I’ll foot part of the payment until Bernake bails me out too. Oh wait, I forgot, that’s only for big businesses that were suppossed to go out of business anyway and not to real live people who would actually need it for necessasities such as gatlingun battle droids to take out E-blog sentinels.
In the words of Melly B from S-balls: “whadda world, whadda world, whadda woooorld”

Lobsta comes wid’ da’ d*ck

April 1, 2008

Monday, March 24, 2008

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

A blogging bladouw truly worthy of exploration on a most controversial but seeringly relevant topic. That being of course; dating. The HUNT, the chasing and grabbing (when allowed). Some cultures would dub it, “muy divertido” yet others would say its “very exciting”. Much like that analogy.. from either perspective it leads to a singular logically conclusion: Sh*t costs MONey! So what then are the rules of the game? The joust, if you will. Well, that’s just it. If you are successful it will have indeed been a joust with the male doing the poking & prodding, unless things get kinky. If unsuccessful however, your almighty bank account will lie in ruins. Smashed armor, broken shield, aching back, bruised side and all. A lofty spill off the horse of jolly kicks. Point being; if one takes a girl out, to a nice enough place – nothing snazzy, no one we know is an illuminati with more money than God, so we’re talking simple yet tasteful and chill, and your date orders an overtly expensive item* let’s sidebar here, by item it is meant ANYTHING on the menu, save for appetizers, that is particularly expensive, inclusive of drinks* it is a clear declaration by all that is sacred in the rules of tactical dating that your peepee will feel or be felt by body parts other than your own hands. And so it is written, Chapter 60 verse 9 in the book of Acts of Dating.