Here We Go

I guess it was only a matter of time before someone out there decided that the massive devastation on the Gulf Coast is the result of God's wrath over something or other, right? It seems Pat Robertson (he of the "Blame America First" crowd's "Assassinate World Leaders I Don't Like" subgroup) has a little too much on his plate right now, so these ankleheads have decided to pick up the ball and run with it. And really, doesn't it just make sense? I mean, if a glob of mayonaise on someone's shirt can be the image of Jesus, why can't a computer-generated image of a hurricaine be a fetus?

Extreme Makeover: Blog Edition

Yup, it's the new look 'blog. The old style was a bit hard to read, for me at least, and I noticed that everyone seemed to use that particular design, so I changed it to something else, for now. Hopefully, once I finally get off'n my ass and redesign my main website, I'll add this content into that page, and so make it easier for those of you who have to link over to this page from that one. Of course, the chances of that happening are laughable at best, so whatever.

I HATE BLOCKQUOTE

That is all.

I Guess I Hate You All

And not even in the normal, America-Hating-Liberal way. Imagine my surprise when I found out that, according to Washing Post writer Stephen Hunter, the simple fact that I'm a comedian who enjoys the odd dick joke indicates that I hate and fear anyone who isn't in showbiz. Imagine my suprise.

Oh! And by the way, jokes are now WMD's, according to the shrewd Mr. Hunter, who takes the traditional "Comedians are all crying on the inside" bit, and extends it to the point of absurdity. Dig this:

What you see here isn't so much sexual neurosis but career neurosis. You see the entertainer's fear and loathing of that regular place most of us would call the world. He hates the square ideas that are the foundation of such a place: the family structure of parents nurturing kids in healthy, loving relationships; the economic underpinning known as a job, attended regularly rain or shine, sickness or health, out of a sense of obligation; the slow socialization of children so that they can ultimately survive in that same world.

Now, I don't speak for the comics in the film, but most of the folks I know in the business HAVE families, kids, houses, etc. Some of them even have dayjobs. So what the fuh is Mr. Hunter talking about? I like being a comic because I like it, that's all. This has nothing to do with fear and loathing of normal society. I live in a suburb, my daughter is an A student, my girlfriend works in the public sector, and her daughter is a typical 4-year-old who loves pizza and Blue's Clues and her grandparents, probably in that order. Do I have a particular take on family life and politics and society in my act? Yes, I do. But I live in it and function in it just the same. I have no desire to tear the whole thing down, even if certain elements of it drive me nuts once in a while. Watching a movie about comics sharing an inside joke gives no more of an insight into what comics love and hate and fear than watching a porno gives you an insight into good hygene.

Note to Stephen Hunter: Sometimes a dick joke is just a cigar, jackass.

My First Turf

Yup, I turfed a comment in my August 5th post. Nothing big, just an anonymous spam about god-knows-what. Anyway, I got a couple questions about it, so there you go.

And Now We Know

The President talks American, thank be to the man who coach him talk like that.

Send Limbaugh to the Front Lines

When I worked in talk radio, one of my early responsibilities was to run the tapes of the previous days' Rush Limbaugh Show during the overnight hours. So no only did I accept his challenge to liberals to give him one week, I gave him well over a year. I'll be honest, he could be entertaining, and he clearly has a gift for communication. The problem is, he's a completely unhinged sociopath. Don't believe me? Ask yourself, what kind of human being would accuse someone of going into a warzone to "pad his resume," while he himself got out of military service for having ass warts? Was Hackett doing house-to-house searches in Iraq? No, but he was certainly in much more danger than Limbaugh in the 60's and 70's. I think it's not too late for Rusty to do his part, though. He'd clearly do a great job filling Baghdad Bob's shoes.