Halloween

Yes, it's a holiday for pagan freaks like myself.  I'm about to go out and participate in Wicca rituals.  Today symbolizes the death cycle.  I also tend to get the blues on Halloween.  I get weepy, sad, nostalgic, and just downright depressed.  I feel so disconnected from everybody and everything, and I am.  To be honest, I really don't care if I live or die.  I'm not impressed with this plane of existence, anyway. 

Perils of an Introvert

I'm introverted.  It's true that I will never be the one jumping up and down vying for the spotlight.  I don't want to.  You all give me a headache with your constant noise and self-important chest pounding.  I can't wait to part company with you noisy jackasses to retreat to some peaceful solitude. 

In a world of power-hungry-self-important-noisy extroverts, just how do we quiet introverts survive? 

Good question.  For starters, you will NEVER find us posting our minute-by-minute blows on Facebook or Twitter.  Facebook is evil incarnate.  Twitter is the Enquirer for wannabee celebrities who have roped in their closest 1,040 "friends" into their daily teeth brushing routine.  Twitter is an artificial groupie base for those who never had any real friends in high school.  #loser #whogivesafuck #ihavenofriends #everybodystillhatesyou

Have not you heard about the real morning routine?  It's Twitter on the shitter.  Literally.

My quest in this lifetime is to attempt to live a quiet life in a noisy world.  Yes, I do play the game to some extent, but it does not define my being.   While you all are trying to impress each other with your materialistic possessions and perceived power, I'm wondering what really happens at the moment of death -- which is where we are all headed like it or not -- no matter how large your house or expensive your car is.  #youaregoingtodieandnoneofthismatters

Mexicans: Andy Lopez

I'm pretty liberal, but I'm getting sick of Mexicans whining about everything.  They voluntarily come here illegally and then complain they don't have rights.  They don't have any reportable income, but pump out tons of kids despite available birth control.  They are masters at playing the "victim" role and want us all to bend over backwards for them. 

The latest is a 13 year-old boy brandishing an assault rifle who was shot and killed by a Sonoma County Sheriff.  I'm sorry it happened.  A 13-year-old is a little old to be carrying around a toy gun.  His intentions were not to complete a costume or play cops and robbers with friends. I certainly don't wish anybody shot and killed.  However, when somebody points an assault rifle at you after you were told drop the weapon, it's no mystery the Sheriff fired.  Duh.

Now Tuco-Benedicto-Juan-Maria-Remirez et al are parading in the streets crying.  The local man-whore Mexican politician Effran Carrillo, who also has issues with common sense himself, is milking this for all its worth. 

You may think I'm full of shit, but some of the biggest terrorist threats are coming from Mexico.  Their murderous drug gangs and corrupt government are seeping through the Mexican/American region referred to as DelNorte.  The people of northern Mexico/Southern US do not feel an allegiance to either nation.  Can anybody say Roseland? 

Granted, we have our own problems with our own government.  It's not perfect.  However, California is looking more and more like Tijuana.  No, I'm not going to win any points for blurting out the ugly, un-politically correct truth.  That's what the Press Democrat is for.  

Lies

We are all so cynical and rightly so.  We don't trust our media, we don't trust our government, we don't trust our employer (if we are lucky enough to have one) spouses, on and on and on and on.  It's safe to assume we are all being sold down the river.  Everybody has an ulterior motive and an agenda. 

We don't trust anybody.  We can't.  We all need to assume we are being fed lies.  My personal philosophy is that everybody is a liar until proven trustworthy.  It's a strategy and protection mechanism that has worked well for me. 

Automobile/Driver Stereotypes

I know all of you out there think the same thing, but everybody is too politically correct to say it aloud so I will.  My list of automobile owner/driver stereotypes:

Mexicans/Hispanics Class A:  They all drive Acruas.  Crucifix hanging from rear-view mirror.   Can't see driver's head over seat back giving the appearance the car is being driven by a headless person. 

Mexicans/Hispanics Class B:  Beat up car.  Lots of stuff (crucifix or rosary) hanging from rear-view mirror.  Expired tabs.  One headlight out.  Low-riders.  Booming car stereo base.  Crammed with passengers.  Can't see driver's head over seat back giving the appearance the car is being driven by a headless person. 

Asian Class A:  Wanna be European.  Drive German/Swedish cars. Can't see driver's head over seat back giving the appearance the car is being driven by a headless person. 

Asian Class B:  Toyota Camery.  Swerve into your lane unexpectedly as peripheral vision is lacking.  Box of kleenex on rear window ledge.  Can't see driver's head over seat back giving the appearance the car is being driven by a headless person. 

White Dork:  Dodge minivan or the Chrysler K Car.  The upgraded dorks drive Fords.  Has "Jesus Saves" bumper sticker along with stick-figure family in rear window featuring 10 kids and the dog.  Also has that fish with cross.

Bored Mom on Prozac:  Suburban or equivalent.   Drives with one hand holding a Starbucks coffee in other. Speeds through school crosswalks so her own precious darlings are not late mowing down kindergartners in the process.  Dons workout clothing and a blonde bob.  Has bumper sticker that reads, "My child is an honor student at WhoGivesAShit Elementary."

Guy With Small Penis (subspecies Hick):  Large American truck with large American flag.  Truck raised up 12 feet in air.  Must get running start to jump up and enter cab of truck. Spits tobacco out window which lands on your windshield.

Arrogant White Male Prick:  How do you know when somebody owns a Mercedes, BMW or other luxury vehicle?  They will tell you.  What's the difference between a porcupine and a BMW driver?  The porcupine has the pricks on the outside.  Straddles two parking spaces as to not get door dings.

Bitchy Kept White Woman:  Never worked a day in her life but drives white, convertible luxury cars or Land Rovers.  Has little, yappy dog in lap while driving.  Will stop vehicle unexpectedly in random places thinking the other cars should mover around HER.  What does BMW stand for?  Bitchy Marin Woman. 

Black Class A:  Rappers, sports stars, and drug dealers.  Drive once beautiful cars that have been repainted some ungodly shade of fluorescent.  Driver is angled as if mimicking the leaning Tower of Pisa.  Booming car stereo base.  Chains around license plate.  Illuminated running lights.

Black Class B:  P.O.N.T.I.A.C. (Poor Old Nigger Thinks It's A Cadillac).

Self-Appointed-White-Hippie-Do-Gooders:  Prius.  Drives 55 in the fast lane.  Has bumper stickers that state, "Celebrate Diversity, Obama/Biden, Support Organic Farmers, Pies not Bombs, and other assorted nauseating "can't we all just get along" feel-good-holier-than-thou statements.  Usually on their cell phones.  

Friday Night

It's Friday night and here I sit in sweet solitude in my home :)   I've been in Washington DC and will turn around and head to San Diego next week.  I take moments of quiet peacefulness when I can get them. 

I'm about to put on my baggy sweat pants, my giant sweat shirt, bunny slippers and snuggle down on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn and the TV remote!  Ahhhhhhhhhhh simple pleasures.  This is what Friday evening is all about.  I realize it may not register on the 'excitement' scale, but sometimes this is what I need after hectic days of traveling and dealing with people who are not as wonderful as they think they are. 

Health Care Reform: Here it Comes

I warned two years ago that this would be the biggest cluster fuck we have seen in our generation.  You all ignored me until things reached a boiling point.  Now the entire country is up in arms about providing a basic human benefit.  Told you so. 

Is the solution perfect?  Of course not.  However, you don't see republicans rushing out trying to take care of the problem through their staunch belief of government-free privatization by actually hiring legal citizens and providing them with a dignified wage and benefits.  Republicans are the first ones to pay wages cash under the table and outsource jobs to fatten their bottom line.  Suck it up, republicans.  Your hunger for cheap labor has finally caught up with you.

Democrats are not off the hook, either.  You think the world owes you a certain standard of living.  Wrong.  There is no 'nanny' to take care of you.   There are consequences for your choices.  Grow up and take responsibility.  Despite your holier-than-thou politically correct statements, you also like to pay cash under the table and avoid taxes.  Suck it up, democrats.

The world is the same as it ever was.  Everybody wants, but nobody wants to pay.  Everybody thinks that it's somebody else who should sacrifice.  We all want something for nothing.  Have you idiots figured it out yet?  By the looks on your bewildered faces that you all may have to pay your fair share, my initial reaction is no. 

Here is a simple game that we all need to reference.  If you have three peanuts and you give away four, where does that fourth peanut come from?  That's where things fall apart.   Borrowing and lending is the devil's playground -- along with politics.

The Aftermath: Washington DC

I've been away on business for the past 5 days in Washington DC.  People often ask me what I do for a living.  I need to pause before I respond.  The five-words-or-less version is that I'm a glorified babysitter for obnoxiously rich people -- and I do emphasize the word 'obnoxious'.  I coordinate their travel, dinners, transportation, congressional legislative needs, entertainment, etc. 

At this point in the travel cycle 90% of the rich people have left leaving the 10% of us plebeians behind to clean up and pay their open bar tabs, bail bonds, and hotel bills. 

This is where all truth comes out.  We (the lowly 10%) often congregate in the bar area after the 90% leaves.  We exchange horror stories on how these obnoxious rich people manage to get away with what they do and why we feel any obligation to clean up their messes.  In front of the camera the 90% all swear they are "for the good of all Americans" and other diatribe that is complete bullshit.  They are out for themselves. 

We, the plebian 10%, all depart for home scattered across the United States with even lower self-esteem than what we arrived with.   We  console each other by saying, "see you next year." 

See Me Roll On My Segway: White and Nerdy

This was me today complete with my Segway.   For real.  Yup.  I'm white and nerdy. 

The World as We Know It

I had the honor and the privilege to see in person General Michael Hayden, former director of the CIA and NSA.  I'm no war monger, that's for sure.  I'm not one who believes in abandoning personal privacy in the name of security, either. 

There is the world as we want it to be, and the world we live in.  The sad fact is that we live in a world where both good and evil exist along with varying degrees on either side.   I so wish that all problems could be solved with a group hug and a home-cooked meal, but that's not the world we live in.   We have been maiming and killing each other for control and power since the dawn of civilization.  I'm not saying that it's right, I'm just saying what is.  I don't claim to have the answers. 

What intrigued me today was General Hayden's comments about the creation of the internet.  The internet was created to move lots of trusted information freely and easily between legitimate sources -- initially it was information sharing between institutions of higher learning.  He described it as finding a super efficient way to move stuff between the kitchen and the living room.  What happened is that the less-than-ethical intruded and security measures were attempted to keep the bad guys out.  It's like putting a locked door between the kitchen and living room.  You just defied its very purpose. 

Cyber Space is an uncharted frontier, and it's anybody's game out there.  There is NO WAY to completely control it.  It's 1,000,000 worse than the Wild West ever was.  Private, personal things that were once confined to your home office desk drawer are now open season for any hacker. 

I'm not so sure on this dependence on the internet.  Going completely offline is sounding better and better all the time. 

Introvert: INFP

That's what my problem is.  I'm an introvert.  Only 25% of the population is introverted.  To makes matters worse, the Myers-Briggs personality tests me as an INFP, which only 1% of the population shares.  That means 99% of you all just annoy me.  Shocker.

Well, I share that personality type with:  John Lennon, Frank Lloyd Wright, Edgar Allen Poe, Jim Morrison, J.R.R. Tolkein, Bjork, Joan of Arc, and others. 

No, I don't like the spotlight.  No, I don't need to be the center of attention.  Yes, I LOVE being alone.  No, I don't yap on the phone constantly and need to be in constant communication with people.  People in general just wear me out.  I'm not a party goer, but I can do it and appear like I'm having the time of my life. 

I heard a saying once.  It was, "If you don't like to be alone, you're not in very good company."

Club Cards and Surveys

Can't I shop anywhere anymore without these jackasses trying to get me to complete a survey and sign up for their club card?  I'm soooooooo sick of retailers clogging up my email inbox with promises of $500 if I complete their 'survey' and use their reward 'points' within the next 24 hours or the world will implode. 

My time is worth more than that.

Here's to the pea-brained marketing execs twiddling their thumbs in their offices jerking each other off with their stupid ideas....oooooooh-aahhhhhhhh-yes....the SURVEY....keep stroking....oh yeah, oh yeah....a little more...you're getting me so excited..... SURVEY..... yes... $500..... ahhhhhhhh...

Get your thumbs out of your ass and actually try to shop/patronize your own establishments you want us to waste our time filling out a 'survey' for.  You will quickly see how frustrating it is.  You give us coupons we can't use, customer service that is non-existent, and other lines of bullshit that we all know is false like, "your business is appreciated... a customer service representative will be with you shortly....we are experiencing higher than normal call volume..."

I'll take your survey...and shove it right up your ass...on fire with massive flames....do I still qualify for the $500 weekly drawing? 

Balls

Damn it.  They are onto me.  I will have to think of an alternative torture tactic. 

Communion Burger

What?  There is controversy in Chicago about a hamburger joint that put communion wafers on their burgers.  The right-wing-nut-jobs are going bananas.  Why?  Jesus gave it out to hookers, bums, and others who society looks down upon.  Here's something to consider for the uptight Christians:  Be happy that those who don't normally attend church and are uneducated on the communion wafer are getting an introduction to Jesus.  You want Christianity to spread, right? 

On Getting Older

Now that I'm in my 40's there is so much less that I care about.  That's a good thing.  We are brainwashed from birth to believe that the only things that make us successful are good looks, money, and material things. 

I watch in quasi-amusement now at those striving for material riches and climbing the corporate ladder.  They trip all over themselves to make the right "connections" at cocktail parties.  The ass-kissing is nauseating along with their ever-agreeing-yes-men-bobble heads sucking up to those they feel can advance their career. 

I love my humble appearance and nondescript possessions.  That way I know the people who talk to me at cocktail parties are at least genuine in making conversation with me.  

Government Shutdown

...does anybody even care?  Only those dependent on it are suffering....