Madness

If your team isn't in the Tourney at least you can make some money.

Bet the 12 seeds baby!

Hopefully my man got there to lay the wood on Wisconsin-Milwaukee knocking off the Crimson Tide. It's the Cheese.

Fucking for Chastity

In the Headlines today:

Paul Wolfowitz is going to head the World Bank, the Alaskan National Wildlife Refuge is open for oil drilling, and Scott Peterson's death sentence is still going to get more ink. Someone slip some hashish or LSD into the food at Wal-Mart. Please shake this nation by the shoulders.

I watched a Pentecostal preacher on TV last night talk about how he wanted to be more holy. He could start by withdrawing troops. Fighting for peace is like fucking for chastity.

You Know What I Hate?

I hate it when I get a good head of steam about something so important to me then forget completely what I hate in the first place. That's what I hate.

I had a perfectly good reason to be mad here, and I just can't remember what it is.

I hate that.

More than anything I fear that Gonzo journalism may fade into the rearview now that S. has seen the bats. Stream of consciousness will never die, but Gonzo was so much more. It epitomized a way of life that is being killed day by day.

George is right about the future, but it is Orwell, not W. who is right. An endless cycle of bloody conflicts against nations our people can't find on a map. Huge wall size TV's with constant entertainment piped into our ears via our personal entertainment gadget seemed plenty fantastic in 1948, but 21 years past 1984 it is the reality. That sure casts that old Mac Super Bowl spot in an interesting light now doesn't it?

Who among you would take a carful of narcotics to Vegas with the intent of looting the looters?

That mark would follow you for the rest of your life because to forgive is Christian, and we're a Christian nation, but we love to persecute. We were founded by people too fucking pious and hypocritical for their own countrymen to stand. Isn't this the logical conclusion?