It’s another Monday. I’m back at work, and the little man has not yet made his grand appearance. I was sure he was going to come this weekend. I ask my wife every morning, “Do you think he’s going to come today.” Her answer is always no. On Saturday morning, she said, “I don’t know. Maybe.” That maybe was all I needed. I knew he was going to come.
As with most things, I was wrong.
And so the wait continues. We’ve been told that she can go at any moment for the past two weeks. Patience is a virtue, but I’ve never been that virtuous.
I saw a movie Friday night that completely knocked me on my ass. It’s called THE CORPORATION and it is a fucking monster. I won’t bore you with a summary, you can read it for yourself if you’re interested, but it’s really a wake up call modern day horror movie that I haven’t been able to shake since I saw it. In the interest of fairness, I should point out that the movie take a decidedly liberal slant in the way that it views modern day businesses; however, I would venture to guess that at the very least the movie will force you to take another look at how you perceive the world. What more could ask for in a movie?
One the things from the movie that just fucking floored me was the ways in which American corporations profited from the Nazi party. An example would be Coke and IBM. At the time of the war, Coke could not sell their soda in Nazi Germany. It would be bad for their image. What Coke did was create a brand new product, Orange FANTA, to sell in Germany. This is how Coke managed to make money off Nazi Germany. You still see it on the store selves today. As far as IBM is concerned, they made millions of the Holocaust by providing the Nazis with the computer punch cards used as a sort of computer to keep an inventory of the various prisoners, what category did they belong (Jew, homosexual, Pole, ect.), where they were going, and what was done to them. This is all stuff that I’ve heard about, but this was the first time I was given some kind of empirical proof that such things occurred.
Anyway, it’s a good movie, a swift filmic kick in the balls, and well worth your time.
Another movie I watched this weekend that was fairly good was Gunner Palace. This movie deals with soldier’s experiences in Iraq as they are living in a bombed out palace built by Saddam. There’s not much of a story through line, it’s more episodic than anything else, but it’s interesting nonetheless. One of the things you come across is how most of the soldiers are proud to be in the Army, but could give a fuck about democracy in Iraq. They are fighting more to come home alive. What makes the movie worthwhile is that it gives you a glimpse into these soldiers lives, a view outside of the more traditional media outlets. You get to see some of the good they are doing, some of the failures, and what they are up against on a daily basis.
The rest of the weekend was pretty much spent watching football. My wife has grossly underestimated just how much I love football. There are no logical rationalizations for my love of the game. I could make analogies to today’s combatants and the warriors of yesteryear and that these games satisfy a certain bloodlust that is ingrained within our nature. I played the game for seven years [I used to be quite an athlete: oh, how the mighty have fallen] and I just love it and miss it dearly and that’s as far as I want to look into it.
I haven’t really watched too much football the last few years, and my wife was genuinely shocked to hear how much I loved the game and wanted to watch more. What followed was this back and forth where I would say, “I haven’t watched it because you don’t like it and you don’t like it when I watch it.” To which she would say, “Bullshit. I haven’t seen you care about football at all.” My reply: “That’s because I know you don’t like it and I haven’t made it an issue.” This will go on somewhat playfully for a while and end with her saying something akin to: “Quit trying to prove what a man you are and quit showing off in front of your Dad and your friends. We all know what a big, flaming, giant vagina you are. You don’t need to make people think you’re actually a man’s man.”
This year the gauntlet has been thrown and I’m making it a goal to catch as many games as possible. I’m considering becoming a Chiefs fan if only to give me an excuse to go to a local pub to hang with the other Kansas City douches [TBC being the ringleader super fan number 1 homo of the group: shocker!] and catch a Sunday morning game.
As the season currently stands, Arizona State has already made me shit myself twice, and even though there was some hope for the Cardinals this first game was a consistent disappointment.
On the Katrina front, I was listening to a sound clip where First Lady Bush referred to the hurricane twice as Hurricane KARINA. Like Grandma Bush, I’m sure there wasn’t any offense or malice intended by fucking up the name of the hurricane -- check it out, she couldn’t even get the fucking name of the damn hurricane correct – but it just looks really bad. Your husband’s being criticized from both the left and the right, he’s being called a callous racist [as opposed to the warmhearted racist, I suppose], and his response to the victims is being called everything from an egregious miscalculation to the criminal, could you help him out just a little bit by getting the name of the fucking hurricane correct?
I came across this article this morning:
Oprah: "America Needs To Apologize to Katrina Victims"
Chat show host Oprah Winfrey is furious over the way the victims of Hurricane Katrina have been treated, and believes America owes the survivors an apology. Winfrey cut short her summer break to host special episodes of her The Oprah Winfrey Show from the nation's devastated Gulf Coast and was horrified by the scenes which awaited her. Referring to the amount of time survivors had to wait for help, and those who died as they waited for help, she fumes, "I think... this country owes these people an apology. This makes me so mad. This should not have happened." Winfrey wore a gas mask as she toured New Orleans' now-empty Superdome, which housed thousands of people in disgusting conditions for several days. She says, "Nothing I saw on television prepared me for what I experienced on the ground. I was sitting at home feeling frustrated and useless, like so many other people, so I came down to personally assess how I could best be of service."
Is this bitch out of her fucking mind? Really, is this the rantings of a lunatic, or could this be the sentiments from one of the most powerful people in our country [which is a sad state of affairs in and of itself]? So, this whore is furious and thinks we owe the survivors an apology? Who the fuck is she talking to and/or referring to? Is it the tens of millions of people, both Democrats and Republicans, who are pissed at the way the government handled this thing? Or could she be talking to the tens thousands of people that are pouring into the area to lend a helping hand? Or could she be talking to the America that has donated millions upon millions of dollars in relief aid to help out these people? What America is she referring to? Who the fuck does this cooze think she is? This is the same fucking woman who has used the hurricane and subsequent flood as a way to increase her show’s ratings and bring the spotlight not on the victims of New Orleans but on her own narcissistic and arrogant greed. I will put a fucking jihad on any asshole who writes in and tries to make the argument that Oprah is this kind, good willed, and altruistic saint in the same league as Mother Teresa who only went to New Orleans to help out those poor people. Get your head out of your fucking ass and wake the fuck up. She goes down to New Orleans with a full on CAMERA CREW and show’s how her friends, fucking Chris Rock [my respect for this dude just flushed down the toilet], Julia Roberts, Jamie Fox [as an aside: he pulled in the most overrated, over praised performance since idiot Theron played Wuornos], and a few other knucklehead celebrities. Forget the fact that this collective made enough money last year to provide food, shelter, water, and medical supplies for all the evacuees of the Super Dome, the one and only, only fucking reason they are going to New Orleans is for the publicity. End of fucking subject. Take it to the bank, cash that motherfucking check, and get the fuck out of my life. There is no other explanation. Do not even try. There is nothing selfless in these actions. It was done explicitly to be filmed and broadcast to the world so that people will look at them and think, “Oprah and Julia and Chris Rock and Jamie Fox care. They really, really care!”
It was all brought to you by tampons commercials.
She’s furious with America. Uh huh. Fuck you. Fuck you and thank you.
To Luis: Cynical, yes, but bitter? Gee, I hope not. I would like to think my cynicism is healthy, although it does come across as a little over the top in a forum like this. I hope I don’t come across as bitter. I actually have nothing to be bitter about, so I don’t want to leave that impression.
As with most things, I was wrong.
And so the wait continues. We’ve been told that she can go at any moment for the past two weeks. Patience is a virtue, but I’ve never been that virtuous.
I saw a movie Friday night that completely knocked me on my ass. It’s called THE CORPORATION and it is a fucking monster. I won’t bore you with a summary, you can read it for yourself if you’re interested, but it’s really a wake up call modern day horror movie that I haven’t been able to shake since I saw it. In the interest of fairness, I should point out that the movie take a decidedly liberal slant in the way that it views modern day businesses; however, I would venture to guess that at the very least the movie will force you to take another look at how you perceive the world. What more could ask for in a movie?
One the things from the movie that just fucking floored me was the ways in which American corporations profited from the Nazi party. An example would be Coke and IBM. At the time of the war, Coke could not sell their soda in Nazi Germany. It would be bad for their image. What Coke did was create a brand new product, Orange FANTA, to sell in Germany. This is how Coke managed to make money off Nazi Germany. You still see it on the store selves today. As far as IBM is concerned, they made millions of the Holocaust by providing the Nazis with the computer punch cards used as a sort of computer to keep an inventory of the various prisoners, what category did they belong (Jew, homosexual, Pole, ect.), where they were going, and what was done to them. This is all stuff that I’ve heard about, but this was the first time I was given some kind of empirical proof that such things occurred.
Anyway, it’s a good movie, a swift filmic kick in the balls, and well worth your time.
Another movie I watched this weekend that was fairly good was Gunner Palace. This movie deals with soldier’s experiences in Iraq as they are living in a bombed out palace built by Saddam. There’s not much of a story through line, it’s more episodic than anything else, but it’s interesting nonetheless. One of the things you come across is how most of the soldiers are proud to be in the Army, but could give a fuck about democracy in Iraq. They are fighting more to come home alive. What makes the movie worthwhile is that it gives you a glimpse into these soldiers lives, a view outside of the more traditional media outlets. You get to see some of the good they are doing, some of the failures, and what they are up against on a daily basis.
The rest of the weekend was pretty much spent watching football. My wife has grossly underestimated just how much I love football. There are no logical rationalizations for my love of the game. I could make analogies to today’s combatants and the warriors of yesteryear and that these games satisfy a certain bloodlust that is ingrained within our nature. I played the game for seven years [I used to be quite an athlete: oh, how the mighty have fallen] and I just love it and miss it dearly and that’s as far as I want to look into it.
I haven’t really watched too much football the last few years, and my wife was genuinely shocked to hear how much I loved the game and wanted to watch more. What followed was this back and forth where I would say, “I haven’t watched it because you don’t like it and you don’t like it when I watch it.” To which she would say, “Bullshit. I haven’t seen you care about football at all.” My reply: “That’s because I know you don’t like it and I haven’t made it an issue.” This will go on somewhat playfully for a while and end with her saying something akin to: “Quit trying to prove what a man you are and quit showing off in front of your Dad and your friends. We all know what a big, flaming, giant vagina you are. You don’t need to make people think you’re actually a man’s man.”
This year the gauntlet has been thrown and I’m making it a goal to catch as many games as possible. I’m considering becoming a Chiefs fan if only to give me an excuse to go to a local pub to hang with the other Kansas City douches [TBC being the ringleader super fan number 1 homo of the group: shocker!] and catch a Sunday morning game.
As the season currently stands, Arizona State has already made me shit myself twice, and even though there was some hope for the Cardinals this first game was a consistent disappointment.
On the Katrina front, I was listening to a sound clip where First Lady Bush referred to the hurricane twice as Hurricane KARINA. Like Grandma Bush, I’m sure there wasn’t any offense or malice intended by fucking up the name of the hurricane -- check it out, she couldn’t even get the fucking name of the damn hurricane correct – but it just looks really bad. Your husband’s being criticized from both the left and the right, he’s being called a callous racist [as opposed to the warmhearted racist, I suppose], and his response to the victims is being called everything from an egregious miscalculation to the criminal, could you help him out just a little bit by getting the name of the fucking hurricane correct?
I came across this article this morning:
Oprah: "America Needs To Apologize to Katrina Victims"
Chat show host Oprah Winfrey is furious over the way the victims of Hurricane Katrina have been treated, and believes America owes the survivors an apology. Winfrey cut short her summer break to host special episodes of her The Oprah Winfrey Show from the nation's devastated Gulf Coast and was horrified by the scenes which awaited her. Referring to the amount of time survivors had to wait for help, and those who died as they waited for help, she fumes, "I think... this country owes these people an apology. This makes me so mad. This should not have happened." Winfrey wore a gas mask as she toured New Orleans' now-empty Superdome, which housed thousands of people in disgusting conditions for several days. She says, "Nothing I saw on television prepared me for what I experienced on the ground. I was sitting at home feeling frustrated and useless, like so many other people, so I came down to personally assess how I could best be of service."
Is this bitch out of her fucking mind? Really, is this the rantings of a lunatic, or could this be the sentiments from one of the most powerful people in our country [which is a sad state of affairs in and of itself]? So, this whore is furious and thinks we owe the survivors an apology? Who the fuck is she talking to and/or referring to? Is it the tens of millions of people, both Democrats and Republicans, who are pissed at the way the government handled this thing? Or could she be talking to the tens thousands of people that are pouring into the area to lend a helping hand? Or could she be talking to the America that has donated millions upon millions of dollars in relief aid to help out these people? What America is she referring to? Who the fuck does this cooze think she is? This is the same fucking woman who has used the hurricane and subsequent flood as a way to increase her show’s ratings and bring the spotlight not on the victims of New Orleans but on her own narcissistic and arrogant greed. I will put a fucking jihad on any asshole who writes in and tries to make the argument that Oprah is this kind, good willed, and altruistic saint in the same league as Mother Teresa who only went to New Orleans to help out those poor people. Get your head out of your fucking ass and wake the fuck up. She goes down to New Orleans with a full on CAMERA CREW and show’s how her friends, fucking Chris Rock [my respect for this dude just flushed down the toilet], Julia Roberts, Jamie Fox [as an aside: he pulled in the most overrated, over praised performance since idiot Theron played Wuornos], and a few other knucklehead celebrities. Forget the fact that this collective made enough money last year to provide food, shelter, water, and medical supplies for all the evacuees of the Super Dome, the one and only, only fucking reason they are going to New Orleans is for the publicity. End of fucking subject. Take it to the bank, cash that motherfucking check, and get the fuck out of my life. There is no other explanation. Do not even try. There is nothing selfless in these actions. It was done explicitly to be filmed and broadcast to the world so that people will look at them and think, “Oprah and Julia and Chris Rock and Jamie Fox care. They really, really care!”
It was all brought to you by tampons commercials.
She’s furious with America. Uh huh. Fuck you. Fuck you and thank you.
To Luis: Cynical, yes, but bitter? Gee, I hope not. I would like to think my cynicism is healthy, although it does come across as a little over the top in a forum like this. I hope I don’t come across as bitter. I actually have nothing to be bitter about, so I don’t want to leave that impression.
