I'll be the first to admit that I am a bit of a hypocrite where the following is concerned. But if you want any situation to change you have to be willing to sacrifice something...something...anything. But most aren't. Let's talk about stuff that's not that important (in the grand scheme of things). If you want the sports world to change you have to stop giving them your money. Same as with the music business. Stop buying corporate-made music. Now you can go to the extent as to organize others to do the same, but at the very least you have to take care of your own business. When you give corporations your money you tell them that what they do is acceptable.

You buy "official" NBA, MLB, NFL gear, you tell them that what they do is cool with you...price gouging, steroids, commercialism, etc. But U2 is my favorite band and Bono does all this cool stuff to help others...fine. But realize that when you buy their CD, some of that money goes to a corporation that charges too much for their product and screws artists.

I'm working on stuff like that. I'm trying to do better. I've found that I'm not very good at "stopping on a dime" and going in another direction. Changes don't usually last too long with me that way. So I do my best to buy local. I'm trying to buy clothes that aren't sweatshop-made. I gotta stop eating the crap that I do. I really do. But the only way to do that is to make eating an important part of my life. Right now, I look at the clock and realize I haven't eaten yet today...but I have 2 more meetings...hello, drive thru. To eat right -right not only for me, but for the environment, etc -you have to plan on what & when you're going to eat. That's a lifestyle change - and for me a big one. I'm trying.

It's the same politically. The very least you can do is vote for who you really want and not based on party. But that's not all. Are you willing to change your registration to be in the minority? Are you willing to actually work for a candidate that doesn't have a good change of winning? Are you willing to see effect that today's work will have 10 or more years down the road and are you willing to put off gratification? If not, you will always get the same result. You will continue to have the same crap happen over and over. I've had some friends & family contribute and work on my local campaigns - and I'm very appreciative. But it sure would be cool if they found other candidates to work for now that I'm not running. (hint, hint)

Thus endeth the lesson.

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Quick little music note. We've started working on the music to Vegetarian Bondage Freak. I'm thinking something Traveling Wilburyish. Stay tuned.

I haven't been doing too much political stuff here lately. I've been kinda speechless in that area. I've always been a bit confused as to how people in government and people who control untold riches would allow kids to be in poverty or let things like AIDS & cancer devestate people, or why commerce is more important than clean air & water. I don't get it...

I'm not calling for people to become hunter-gatherers or have the world be one big commune. And I recognize that the things that we (mostly Americans) take for granted wouldn't have been around if it wasn't for greedy capitalist pigs. We have most of what we have technologically because of greed and war. But my argument is, why can't people be motivated to create for other reasons. Actually, they can and do, but the greedy war-mongers tend to screw them over.

I will never, ever understand the War Criminal's motivation for the stuff his administration does. Yeah, I read Lakoff, but that explanation doesn't work for me. That whole paternal/maternal outlook isn't enough of an explanation. Look, I'm not Gandhi. I want bad people to have bad karma. I don't want the state to kick their asses, I want fate to. Sounds like the wussy way out, I know. I just don't understand how the people in power can make the decisions (or not make decisions) they do.

Having said all that....I don't know what more to say about it. The situations at every level of our society are totally incomprehensible to me. People's reactions and non-reactions are incomprehensible to me.

God damn, I sure am glad Steroidball is starting soon!

See...it's not just me.



If the brother's that hard up, maybe we should have a telethon or something.

Sorry...it's been a while. But a bunch of things have conspired against me posting...like this virus of death I seem to have. Whatever this biological weapon is that's been going around has officially run its course...because I'm usually the last to get anything. So now that I have it, it's over...being the center of the universe that I am.

So, in between my bouts of delirium, a small bunch of people brought up the idea of me running for local office again...as a democrat. Of course I'd rather turn tricks at the bus station. The closest I'm coming to that is to try to get in the dem primary as a registered green. And it wouldn't be me alone, it would be a slate of two other trouble makers to be named and me. I doubt it's going to happen, at least from my end. If they get 100 people in a room that say they'll help campaign...I'd give it serious thought. Meanwhile, I'll just continue my internet courtship of right-wing bimbo, Ann Coulter.

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What a long, strange trip it's been...the more I've gotten involved in other people's worlds, the more I want to stay home. It's been facinating from a sociological standpoint, but having to deal with other people's self-interests, biases, personal histories, and such has really been a hassle. People seem to trust me, which is great, but that means I get to hear everyone's opinions about other people and groups. It's not a lot of fun. And now that I'm trying to affect change by letting others lead...I'm trying to bring people and groups together that should be working together but have apprearently screwed each other in the past.

It's like the old Chris Rock joke..."Who's more racist, black people or white people? Black people, you know why? Cuz black people hate black people, too." OK, that's a bit out of context, but it sure feels that way in some of these meetings.

Back in the day...the olden days of TV, when Monty Python had a show, they had this recurring thing where a dude in a suit of armor would walk up to someone acting like an idiot and hit him in the head with a big, dead, raw chicken. Man, I wish that guy was still around.

Like tonight. I was at the batting cages and had to put up with this jerk. First of all, dude steals my parking space...you know...when you see someone getting ready to leave so you're waiting for it, and some jerk pulls in before you. Well, this assfather in a big gas guzzling, air polluting truck pulls in and he and this kid get out. Fine. Karma will smite him down some day.

So I find another spot, park, go in and walk into the area with the cages...and there's assfather with assson. AF is chatting away, his shrill voice going a mile a minute, talking about some kind of baseball junk, but it's obvious dude got his skills from a video. The cage I use is on the other end so I go there and can still hear Assfather...he hasn't stopped talking to this poor assson.

As I'm hitting (hitting pretty well, I might add) the Asses come to use the cage next to me...I swear, Assfather doesn't shut up the entire time. Let the damn kid hit in peace! It's supposed to be a freakin game you hole! Assfather talked while the kid hit, in between tokens, when they switched cages, even as they were walking out the door. I hope the kid takes up curling. That'll show him. Parking-space-stealing-not-shutting-up-thinking-you-know-more-than-you-do-about-baseball-Assfather.

I should've called Child Protective Services on him.

Music has been making me sad. Well, as I'm sure you have been reading here, everything has been making me sad lately, but music sure isn't helping much:

*I just can't seem to write anymore. I really think it may have to do with my reduction in drinking. I don't write better drunk, but I sure do come up with some great ideas and so do my drunk friends. When I sober up...that's when the writing takes place. I sure don't have any ideas right now.

*They keep playing this Soul Old Timers concert on PBS. Everyone's voices are fine, but I just don't need to see these 60+ year old folks stiffly trying to move on stage. It's awkward. I'm worried that one good "Heh" and someone's gonna break a hip. And as much as you'd think it would be cool to see Clarence Carter singing Strokin, when it's this million-year-old dude....it's just creepy.

*I saw Roger Daltry doing an informercial for a Time/Life music series. He looked like death warmed over, awkwardly flirting with a much younger co-host. And I thought he acted, too...it sure didn't look like it. What happened? Was Christopher Cross too busy for the gig? Rog, my man...you cats have your music selling cars and opening for CSI...do you really need the money this much?

*Lastly...I don't know what to make of this. I just...it leaves me speechless. If your browser has the QuickTime plugin, you can watch it here. Darius Rucker as some kind of gay cowboy, hawking BK. What the hell is Hootie doing making gay burger king commericals? I mean, black gay cowboys gotta eat too, but...damn. What happened? Was Terrance Trent D'Arby too busy for the gig?

Before I get into my thing....they gave us a new computer at work...sounds great, but with a new computer comes new software...that's right (start Darth Vader music here) the evil empire and it's Death Star known as WindowsXP. I've wanted to put my fist through this monitor all night.

And I haven't been overly impressed with the Mac's at school. I'm gonna have to find me a Commodore!

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I've been getting recognized more and more lately. The guy at 7-11, the juice guy at the gym says hello to me by name now, just people out in the community. I wouldn't say that I'm famous. I'm just recongizable. I get on TV once in a while, my picture in the paper, run for office a couple times (although as crazy green guy). But it got me thinking.

Assuming I want to continue to foster this reputation in the community as an upstanding citizen, I have to be careful what I do in public. I'm not talking about anything illegal...that's a no-brainer...just for a career in education. I'm talking about stuff like...get completely hammered at a bar. I can't park my car outside of an adult bookstore (not that I've ever done that). Posting a profile on some internet swingers site would be a bad idea. Getting a licence plate that says ASSMAN, while maybe appropriate, would leave a stain...on my reputation. No more going to the store for a six-pack of beer, a spatula, a tube of K-Y and a lawn chair (with my luck, the person in front of me would be writing a check).

You're gonna get seen by someone. Look at the the Congrassman (sic) who was big conservative guy and was caught leaving messages on some gay phone sex service. To me, the hypocrasy is worse than the behavior. So I guess I can only wear my tube tops at home with the shades drawn. Damn.

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I designed an apron, just for my sweetie, dumb, bimbo, Ann Coulter...for when she's in the kitchen of her trailer, barefoot & pregnant with my love child. I can't get the picture of it to show up well, but it's at the online store. It says, "Kiss me, I'm Ann Coulter!" Available for a limited time only so get yours today!

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At work there's a note that says the Boy Scouts are going to be in the cottage tonight for a "Dutch Oven Demo". That's disgusting.

Not that I'm keeping track. But I'm at home, minding my own business. I'm doing a little research on the next project that combines Whitee, politics & more (details to come). And the phone rings. Now remember, I'm just minding my own business.

It's...um...we need to give her a psyedonym....oh it doesn't matter.

So this chick calls...she's talking to me about a couple of things, no big deal...I'm actually paying attention and all that jazz, then at the end I get the ubiquitous:

"OK Buddy, I'll talk to ya later."

Hey! What the hell is that all about?!!?? I didn't do anything to you...I didn't call you...I wasn't flapjacking....I swear to whatever higher being that may or may not exist, March is "Fuck With Whitee Month".

I didn't get the memo.

I can't get a break. I live in a building with The Parking Nazi. This guy says he has "seniority" so he's decided that there are 3 garage spaces and the last one (which should be mine) can't be used because then the 4th person in our building (out of 4) would block it. Well, the real reason is so his girlfriend has off-street parking. So during the winter the 4th apartment was vacant...I took the garage. Worked fine...except when the Parking Nazi and his Goebbels in the apartment next door decided their friends should have off-street parking. Now the 4th apartment has been filled, by a Iraq veteran with a great dane...so I've been "kicked out" of the garage. Now, I could be a prick, but the problem is our landlord is freakin nuts. He doesn't cash rent checks for a month after getting them. I've never even met the guy...I've asked for a copy of my lease four times...nothing. He'll be pretty useless. It's not worth the hassle. So I'm just going to be passive-aggressive...I won't shovel, I won't touch the garbage...that'll show him.

I really hate people right now. I'm supposed to go to this community lead poisoning thing right now, but I'm too afraid I'll kill someone who says something stupid, so I'm staying home.

Just one more reason to hate Barry Bonds...

Dude. I really don't need your State Of The Testicles address. It's not like me, Cheese & E-Rod sit around talking about Barry's testicles. "Hey, I wonder how Barry Bonds' testicles are doing?" "Gee, with all those steriods you never know." "Do you think he's had them checked?" "Maybe."

Doesn't happen. What kills me is that he thinks ANYONE would want to know about his nads.

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Dear Serena Williams,

I was just sitting here alone, wondering how your fallopian tubes are doing. I hope they are well. And take care of that uterus.

Sincerely,
Whitee

P.S. I tried to be respectful and not ask about your coochie. I hope that's OK.

Over the last three weeks I've been working on this project that has pretty much consumed my life. It's in the community activist realm. So Saturday was the day it went down. And it sucked ass! Freakin brutal. Not only did hardly anyone show up to this event, but the few who did acted like total assholes. I guess it's a good thing the press didn't cover...DOH!

Now, I've had some issues with members of the local media. They can be a pain in the ass. And with just about every story done on something I've been involved with, they usually twist it in some way that pisses me off. But this is the first time the reporter was actually KIND. I mean, a dozen people? Sheeeeee-it. I wish.

So this thing was a disaster. Now I'm hating life. No. I'm hating everyone else's lives. People suck. I shouldn't even have to be doing this crap. Saving schools. How the hell are you going to shut down a freakin school? Like the neighborhoods in cities aren't bad enough. This event was supposed to be people getting together to brainstorm ways of saving schools and half the people that showed up wanted to close schools. Well Sparky, you better re-think that...cuz you're so f-ing stupid that you couldn't understand the damn flyer that was sent out. These fools are talking about busing and roofs and stuff that was totally irrlevant. It was like herding cats. I think I did a decent job of controlling myself. I'm sure it was obvious that I was not a happy camper, but I didn't say everything I wanted to...and I had a lot of ideas.

Oh...and another lovely experience this week. I got a call from a guy I know, who I don't have that high an opinion of anymore...he asked me if I wanted to be a guest on his brand new local talk radio show on WSUK. Sounds nice, huh? Well, the problem is that was supposed to be MY new local talk radio show on WSUK. And the sukheads at WSUK didn't bother to tell me that they gave the show to this guy...that's how I found out. And the guy knew I was trying to get this show, so I can't figure out why he would think I would want to come on. I turned the offer down.

Spring training has started and I'm going to be re-arranging my priorites soon.

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Damn it, Ann Coulter. What the hell is wrong with you? You can't call Helen Thomas "that old Arab." Look, we've discussed this. Sweetie, you don't belong in the press. It's too dangerous for such an anorexic, fake-blonde dummy like yourself. Come home, honey. It's time to start pumpin out young-uns and makin me vittles.

"Look here, woman. Git ur ass out on that back porch and shoot me some dinnah!"


Back to your roots, white trash!

And what the hell is THIS all about:




Ann. For your safety and the rest of the worlds'...come home. I got laundry that needs doin'.