Monthly Archives: May 2010

Thank you.

Very, very much.

RIP.

I was sad to hear about Dennis Hopper’s passing, though I understand he’s been sick for a long time. I hope he’s at peace, and I hope he knew how grateful film lovers are for his contribution to the industry. I loved him in nearly everything he’s ever done, and he will be missed. It’s strange to think that there will be no more starring roles for such a wonderful actor.

I only know a bit about his wild past, but I’m a sucker for a bad boy. He was interesting, he was raw, and he was not afraid to go crazy; so many of us are. I respect that, and I’m glad he lived long enough to mature a little bit. He always seemed uncompromising and direct, traits that are all too uncommon.

Vaya con Dios, señor.

Absurdity.

You can always count on Steyn to highlight absurdity through song. It’s one of the reasons we love him.

Butch, femme, top, bottom
Gay bars in Riyadh? It’s hard to spot ‘em

Bottom, top, femme, butch
Pride parade’s dull since the Taliban putsch

Top, bottom, butch, femme
With complimentary FGM

Top, bott, butch, femme, trans
Quit your chanting and read your Korans.

Ah, Queers Against Sharia. What a rousing little number.

Speaking of ridiculous categorization, did I ever tell you the story of my GBF in college? He went to Pride and came home, regaling me with tales of his encounter with a lesbian triad he’d, um, spent some time with. The multi-partner pairing consisted of two lesbians and a transvestite male “lesbian.”

I snorted with derision. “A guy who dresses up like a chick and claims to be a lesbian trapped in a man’s body? Sounds to me like a guy who knows how to get girls.”

My GBF gasped in shock and horror. “How dare you label her? She’s a transgender lesbian!”

I laughed even harder. “So did you hook up with him/her? Or just the lesbians? I mean, you’re gay but you can sleep with gay women?”

“Did I hook up with him? Oh God no, girl. I’m not touching that.”

Where are the flying cars?

You’re right, Peg, he was supposed to be at least competent. I know his acolytes expected him to part the seas (or at least lower them) and command manna from heaven, but those who weren’t as impressed expected him to at least be competent. He’s voting present on the oil spill, he barely acknowledged the terrible floods in Tennessee, and he seems to think that reading terrorists their Miranda rights is sound national security policy.

Honestly, I didn’t expect him to be as much of a small-minded, self-worshiping, completely incompetent, whining, petty and all around worthless waste of a perfectly good presidential term. Call me a starry-eyed dreamer or an irrepressible optimist (because “optimist” is the first word that springs to mind when one thinks of me), but I did not expect such catastrophic pilot error. It’s like he’s some sort of unmedicated delusional narcissist. Maybe that’s the problem.

Do you remember that commercial not so long ago–I think it was an insurance ad or something–where Avery Brooks asks, “Where are the flying cars? I was promised flying cars.” (Or something close to that.) I feel like that. Where is the competent government? I was promised competent government, dammit, not Carter Redux. Whether he’s in over his head–as his reaction to foreign policy crises suggests–or just has his head planted firmly in his posterior, I’m really looking forward to 2012.

Maybe Barry should go back to riding his unicorn in the nude. That’s about his speed.

It’s not the size, baby.

This is a terrible article. Why would anyone with even the smallest amount of compassion write this? How does this benefit anyone? I’d swear that this was written to embarrass Indian men, which is extremely uncool.

“It’s not size, it’s what you do with it that matters,” he said.

“From our population, the evidence is Indians are doing pretty well. With apologies to the poet Alexander Pope, you could say, for inches and centimetres, let fools contend.”

Which is absolutely true. Dropping a Pope reference, even! Only a man would do something like that. Don’t listen to the haters, baby.

Talk like a normal person, please.

Nordlinger’s on a roll today.

I absolutely loathe the term “unpack”. It’s one of the long list of cringe-worthy pop-psych terms that pepper the average southern Californian’s lexicon. The pastors and staff at my church use the term “unpack” all of the time.

Hate. It.

Amen.

“Social justice” — the most disgusting, meaningless, abused phrase inthe English language.

Amen to that.

What we have become.

As I often do during the day, I was pondering the weight of European history; specifically, the Hundred Years’ War. Though it was technically a series of separate wars, it was over a century of war. Generations would have been born, lived and died without ever knowing peace. And it wasn’t the clean, distant, surreal brand of war we as a society have become used to; it was personal, it was brutal, dirty, and ever-present. There was no escaping it, no tuning the television to Dancing With the Stars to avoid the depressing ickiness of reality.

Contrast this with our current exhaustion with war after less than a decade, a war that many of us tuned out as soon as the first shots were fired. 9/11 forgotten, there became no reason to fight, and the professionally outraged began to whip up a lethargic, apathetic, willfully ignorant populace. Viewed through the lens of not-so-distant history, Western civilization doesn’t hold up so well. We are weak and soft, too immersed in our own comfort to even entertain the idea of self-sacrifice. Our moral and cultural relativism rejects the traditional ideas of right and wrong outright. Why should we fight? We probably deserved our enemies hatred anyway. If we hadn’t been so haughty, so exceptional, so powerful and wealthy, they never would have started hating us.

This is probably why they’ve stopped teaching history in schools; the people who came before us make us look like a bunch of pussies.

Because we are.

Evil is intoxicating.

Do you know what I like about the Google Chrome browser for Linux? The search engine nav bar. So awesome. Also, the browser itself is light and fast, much lighter than Firefox or Safari. The only problem I have, however, is that Google is extremely evil and untrustworthy. Is the convenience worth the sacrifice? I s’ppose so.

Evil is by nature enticing and lovely. I have taken the fruit from the tree, my friends. I am compromised, at least when it comes to browsers.

But it’s so fast…

How-to guides for sluts.

I do not read Gawker enough. So. Clever.

The sad thing is, there are many women who will take this sort of advice to heart and head down to meet the ships, skirt hiked, carrying a bottle of bourbon. I’m thrilled that Sex in the City mainstreamed such cheap sluttiness. You know you can be classy and still be easy, right? It just requires a bit of decorum and self-control. Of course, this would require a basic understanding of the words “decorum” and “self-control,” which I’m pretty sure are alien concepts to most modern, “sophisticated” women.

I never understood the appeal of SJP and pals, but whatever. I’m not a fan of that sort of mass-market “girly” crap and I resent that this is forced upon me by ad execs.

Procrastination.

Honestly, how is it possible to get stuck on page 2 of a five page short story? I don’t know what my characters are going to do. They’ve stopped talking to me, as I have had too many interruptions. I thought I knew what was going on, but now I just have bits and pieces of Anne Sexton’s poem, “For My Lover, Returning to His Wife,” floating around in my head. Good poem, weird that its stuck in my head. I haven’t read it in years. It’s the last two lines I love the most.

Why am I talking about this? Procrastination. I set myself a task and I am stumped, therefore talking about Anne Sexton’s poetry seems like a much better option than staring at the computer screen and then erasing 3/4 of what I wrote.

William Gibson is a prophet.

This is so Gibsonian. Very cool. So when do we start getting to upload ourselves to the ‘net?

Serious.

And this is why the open borders crowd is crazy. When I support Arizona’s decision to actually defend its borders, this is why. Illegal immigrants from Mexico bring their own, very specific problems, but the problems brought by illegal immigrants from Somalia or some other jihadi factory nation are a bit more immediate.

In recent years, American Somalis have been recruited by Al Shabaab to travel to Somalia, where they are often radicalized by more extremist or operational anti-American terror groups, which Al Shabaab supports. The recruiters coming through the Mexican border are the ones who could be the most dangerous, according to law enforcement officials.

Security experts tell FOXNews.com that the influx of hundreds of Somalis over the U.S. border who allegedly have ties to suspected terror cells is evidence of a porous and unsecured border being exploited by groups intent on wrecking deadly havoc on American soil.

The DHS alert was issued to police and sheriff’s deputies in Houston, asking them to keep their eyes open for a Somali man named Mohamed Ali who is believed to be in Mexico preparing to make the illegal crossing into Texas. Officials believe Ali has ties to Al Shabaab, a Somali terrorist organization aligned with Al Qaeda, said Joan Neuhaus Schaan, the homeland security and terrorism fellow at Rice University’s Baker Institute, who has seen the alert.

This is also the reason that the “racist” misdirection drives me crazy. It’s almost too stupid to believe. I mean, these pro-illegal immigration jokers are completely missing the point. So worried that their untaxed benefits will be cut off, they don’t even think about the huge security risk their free ride is posing to the host country. Unsecured borders mean anyone–anyone–can walk through, not just the guys American enablers hire at Home Depot for Third World wages to do their yard work. It’s not just their kid’s nanny crossing over, you know?

People need to pull their heads out of their asses and think about something outside of themselves for one moment. This is the entitlement mentality that decades of the growing welfare state has bred, and it has spilled down to our neighbors. The pro-illegal crowd don’t care about terrorists getting into American cities and blowing themselves or someone else up. They should, but they don’t, because the Left has successfully muddied the issue, turning it into a race thing. Terrorists are not stupid; they know where the holes are in our security. I’d say a porous southern border is looking pretty good to them right now.

Yes.

I like it. Go Mark Krikorian!