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Thursday, June 12, 2003
 

It's odd, the bits of homespun philosophy that cling over the years.  When I first went to college at a rather redneck institution known as Western Carolina University, I was an overprotected Mama's boy.  One of my first roommates was an unrepentant hillbilly by the name of Bill Stallings.  He shocked me to my innocent roots by proclaiming, "Don't never live nowhere you can't piss off the front porch."

Over the years, I have gained the maturity to understand what he meant.  He was so right.  I have, without intending to, lived by his advice.  I just pissed off the front porch.

Thanks, Bill, wherever you are.  Your philosophy has done me more good than anything I learned from Sartre.

 


1:39:44 AM    comment []

Warm weather always awakens the incurable romantic in me and I'm fucking tired of dealing with serious issues.  It's time to make love, not war.

HAIKU FOR REIKO

 

 

Blossoms of jasmine

Cannot equal your fragrance

Be my valentine

 

 

Flower of Japan

I bring you love and roses

Warm me with your smile

 

 

Move like a dancer

Tease me with smiling glances

Force me to love you

 

 

You create magic

When you work in the kitchen

I hunger for you

 

 

Your musical voice

Enchants me and your laughter

Is what I live for

 

       -        North Vancouver, BC

           Valentine’s Day, 1999

 


1:07:18 AM    comment []

How long, O Lord, how long?

 

It now seems to be only a matter of time before Coach Roach makes his long overdue exit.  A press conference scheduled for tomorrow will give us taxpayers the gory details about how much it will cost us to terminate his contract.  In a perverted way, you have to admire the sheer chutzpah of a man who claims to be the victim of a lynch mob when he openly admitted to the gambling that was clearly prohibited by the NCAA.  He has a gift for spin doctoring that should earn him a cushy job with the Republican National Committee.

 

One of his parting shots today was a real classic.  He claimed to have donated his gambling winnings to the school his kids attend.  Right on cue, the principal of the school chimed in to vouch for his sterling character.  You have to wonder what lessons about ethics are taught at this school.  No doubt the next CEO of Enron is among these students.

 

Our national willingness to exempt the rich and/or famous from the laws governing the rest of us is going to do us in.  Coach Neuheisel came from the same mold that gave us Bush, Rummy, et al.  Those who have the necessary wherewithal live by the Golden Rule: He who has the gold makes the rules.

 

This weakness among us has given rise to a class of people who believe that they cannot be held accountable for even the most odious transgressions.  The sorry state of leadership in this nation reflects the fact that we, the people, seem eternally willing to forgive acts among our ruling class that would get most of us locked up for life.

 

It is not just a disease of the right wing.  The Kennedys have milked this cow for years.  Remember Mary Jo Kopechne?  Remember the unfortunate young woman who was killed by the Kennedy in-law in Palm Beach?

 

We can never claim to be a nation ruled by law until the laws apply to everyone.  If Coach Neuheisel walks away with a sweetheart deal from the university, the impressionable players on his team will learn their lesson: do well at an irrelevant game and you are exempt from the laws that govern the rest of us.

 

The High Command at Boeing consists of people who have earned this degree summa cum laude.  They never asked for a single concession from Washington.  They merely hinted that they might build their plane elsewhere and the state legislature voted with near unanimity to give them a $3.2 billion dollar bribe.  It’s a done deal.

 

The interesting thing is that the 7E7 is only a pipe dream.   Boeing has never actually committed to building the plane.  So the state of Washington has given in to extortionists who may not even have anything to hold for ransom.

 

Ah, the hell with it.  I’m wasting my words.  Nobody gives a shit anyway.  Nobody is going to interfere with business as she is practiced in the land of the flea and the home of the depraved. 

 

Rather than depress myself further, I will simply say that I am going into my monthly writing frenzy for the magazine.  That will serve as an apology for any recycled material that substitutes for original thought at this blog for the next few days.

 

Have a nice day!


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