A return from the point of no return...weird

I'm sorry. I've been absent for way too long, but that whole life and work thing obstructed my path back to the blogging kingdom. I have been noticing that people stop by to check out and see if there is anything new, and that has both heartened and shamed me at the same time.

There has been a copious amount to blog about, but my job got about 10 times harder with the retirement of one of my bosses. The result has been no time for leisure activities such as this blog. I'm going to try to work the time in, though.

First of all, I spent the first few days following Election Day in a joy coma. First, the dems took over both houses, and then Rumsfeld resigned. My mother always told me it would make me go blind, so I always wore goggles, but this joy far exceeds anything that some stolen porn could ever provide.

Now, they can blame the diebold machines if they wish, but the spanking the Repugs received was simply too resounding to even think about writing it off as a fluke. America went to the polls and sent a message that the status quo was no longer acceptable. Pieces of garbage like Rick Santorum were told to get the hell out of dodge. My only upset was the reelection of Joe Lieberman in my home state of CT. Running as an independent, he still managed to defeat the democratic nominee, Ned Lamont. Oh well, as long as he doesn't spend the next two years with his head up the ass of the Republican caucus, I'll be able to deal.

Defying any explanation, Iraq has slipped further down the slope of violence, with this month yielding the most civilian casualties since we invaded in 2002, and the month isn't even over yet.

The tasering of the UCLA student who peaceably refused to leave the library is another current thorn in my side. First of all, since everyone now has a video camera of some kind, the altercation ended up on the internet on Youtube in a matter of hours. The officer responsible for the flagrant misuse of authority is no stranger to excessive force. He is also responsible for the shooting of a student on campus a year or two ago. If you haven't heard about this story, please check out an in-depth analysis of the situation at http://www.rudepundit.blogspot.com . Just page down to his entries from last week

Michael Richards used the N-bomb in a comedy club filled with black people. I saw the video and was shocked. Now, he has apologized almost immediately and sought the council of Jesse Jackson. This move shows me that he really wants to make it right. The few statements he's made have sounded sincere, but then again, I'm not an African American, so I don't think it's for me to judge whether he should be forgiven.

Tom and Katie got married, no one but Mary Hart and Billy Bush actually give a damn. Seriously, should we really care about this? That's rhetorical…if you answer, I'll bludgeon you with Suri Cruise!

Currently listening: Shine On By Jet Release date: 03 October, 2006

The Monkeyhouse Editorial Minute

I read this and it pretty much expressed exactly what I wanted to say, so I'm just reposting it.  If you like it, check RudePundit out daily here.  I'll be back later(hopefully) to add some of my own thoughts to this.

Why Vote Against Republicans? Because Fuck Them:
America, the good ol' USA, is a country that was brought into existence by groups of terrorists and insurgents aided by foreign powers. Its first rallying document was the Declaration of Independence, a list of reasons why King George III and the British sucked balls. However, no matter what that hand-scrawled Declaration told the colonists, a good many people living in Massachusetts or Maryland could've bottom-lined it for you: "Why revolt against the British? Because fuck them, that's why."

The history of great movements in this nation, of any nation, is a tale of people who are finally, at the end of the day, so fed up with the status quo that all of the rational reasoning mounts and piles up until it all, in essence, comes down to "Fuck them." ("Them" being, of course, whoever the powerful are in a historical moment.) The French Revolution, the American civil rights movement, the struggle against apartheid in South Africa, all uprisings of the average person, through the ballot box, the legislative process, or the gun, against those who are dicking them over. Sure, sometimes it doesn't turn out for the best and sometimes things get even worse (see the media-manipulated Republican "revolution" of 1994 with its dunderheaded motto of "Throw the bums out"), but such is the end result of constant, endless disempowerment of the masses, the unending thrum of voices calling wrong what the people know in their guts is right.

Now, even through the deadening fog of Fox "News" rhetoric, multiple jobs, dying pensions, depleting health care, the waterboard effect of credit card debt, force-feedings of fatty foods, soul-killing reality TV, the entire cultural apparatus telling us we must want more and more stuff and shit, the dead-ends of public debate, government-instilled paranoia, dementia masking itself as religious faith, the unsubtle shove towards xenophobic isolation, an antagonistic corporate media, the vicious street-beating death of American intellectual thought, and Bush-worship masked as patriotism, through it all, man, all of it, we have come to this magnificent moment, frightening and exhilarating in its implications, where we, as a majority, are looking at the ruin and waste that surrounds us, piles of shit that we are told are mountains of gold, and we can finally, in this savage season of 2006, at long last come to say, "You know what? Fuck them."

Fuck them for trying to make us believe that America's acts of mass destruction, its bumblings into conflagration and apocalypse, in Iraq are actually just speed bumps, commas, if you will, on the road to a peaceful world of democratic nations bowing down to blow the cock of American hegemony.

Fuck them for holding themselves up as arbiters of morality and when they were confronted with a simple moral equation, they cast their lot with savages and genocidal maniacs. No, not the embryonic stem cell research vote, you backwards ass anti-science fundamentalist fucks. On torture and judicial rights, where even those who proclaimed themselves defenders of the detained and imprisoned ended up dancing like slut marionettes on a puppet pole in the Oval Office when it came down to actually, say, defending the detained and imprisoned.

Fuck them for making Americans fucking hated around the world, as if we're all ex-Nazis or, maybe more accurately, members of Pinochet's Chilean army back in the day, squandering the real triumph of America as a beacon of rights and fairness. However unreal that image was, it's better than being "that big ass country that tortures innocent people."

Fuck them for leaving New Orleans and the Gulf Coast to die, as if somehow those parts of the country were gangrenous toes that could just be cut off.

Fuck them for telling us we're too stupid or traitorous to understand what it is they're doing in trying to re-make the earth in their image, for keeping secrets in the name of their own security while literally and figuratively selling out ours.

Fuck them for lying to us about so goddamn much, about science, about their own policies, about what they actually, really were recorded saying, about what's genuinely important, like the out of control debt and the melting planet, instead trying to get us to think that, if a couple of guys wanna get married or if some pop singer's tit jumps out of her blouse, Godjeebus will smash the earth with his mighty Bible-club of divine justice.

Fuck them for...well, you know what? Just fuck them.

Fuck them all, all the Republicans in Congress, all members the conservative spooge-bucket brigade, all their corporate masters yanking on their nipple clips and shoving cold cash up their asses for their obeisance, all the liars and sinners and avaricious rats of the evangelical right, and especially all the wads of fuck in the White House. They all had their chance and they fucked it up. So fuck them.

When you walk into the voting booth on Tuesday, no matter where, with that rage burning in you, stab that motherfuckin' punch card, beat the shit out of that Diebold touch screen, and yell, "Fuck them" as you vote them into oblivion.

And if on Wednesday morning it turns out they've dicked us over one more time by hacking the vote, by screwing with the polls, then maybe we've reached a point in this America where it's time to fight or flee.

Currently listening: Pearl Jam By Pearl Jam Release date: 02 May, 2006