The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year!

Greetings! And welcome to 2010!!!

I have high hopes for 2010. Of course, since 2009 sucked ass there's little room for more suckage. Don't get me wrong 2009 could have sucked far worse than it did. But it did alright for itself in the sucking department.

I have a long list of complaints that I'm just dying to address.

Airport scanners, sports figures drawing guns on each other in the locker room over a gambling debt,(i thought they weren't allowed to bet on games)a President who got elected on a change platform who hasn't changed a damn thing except his address and the size of his bank account. Jobless recoveries, people who think civil rights are their province. The notion that because I'm a white guy I can get anything, when there's direct evidence to prove that I get screwed over more often than anyone else. And let's not forget that Rupert Murdoch (read beelzebub) is trying to hold us all hostage so he can make yet more money.

The ill-conceived idea that giving up our liberty will make us safe. The incredibly insulting revelation that we'd believe that no one in the Bush DOJ could figure out that there was a constitutional problem with the Blackwater murder charges, and that the Obama DOJ continued the charade resulting in what were likely cold-blooded murderers getting off scot-free. Iraq has criticized the decision, and they know as well as we do that their complaints will fall on deaf ears.

The thought that turning to that mythical God in the sky will provide us with some form of salvation, yet using the very tenets of the organizations created to celebrate this mythical God to hurt others and deny them the right to pursue happiness.

The completely offensive voting that says that Justin Bartha


is hotter than Preston.





Don't get me wrong, Justin is plenty cute, and deserves all kinds of accolades because of his looks, but Preston...well, seriously, how can they compare?

Today is devoted to sitting at the pottery wheel and throwing as many pots as I can, while contemplating the hotness of Preston.

I think that's how 2010 should be started.

And so it goes.


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