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Was down in the back yesterday? Naw. No one cares about a old, broken man’s lumbago.
Buttheads in Berkeley, CA banning the Marine recruiters? Naw. You heard that on the vast-right-wing-conspiracy, radio talk-shows.
My trip to the drug store? Naw. It was funny when I convinced the young lad at the register to card the lady behind me for her cans of Chef Boyardee. That laugh got me all the way to the car and I’ll get more mileage out of it at work tomorrow when I see my victim, Jill.
No. Today I think I will blog about the first time I saw my name in print. Yep. I’m “published,” as they say. Okay, it was only my name in the liner notes of a CD, but still, I couldn’t wait to show anyone who would look. Here’s the long and sordid tale.
In March 2007, it received and advance copy of Chris Berry and the Retrofitter’s Emerald River Project. Chris had approached me for a review and, never one to pass up free music, I gladly accepted. It turn out much better than the time I agreed to review Tubesock and the Magnificent Brass Band Rejects. Chris’ album was full of bluesy tracks with Western spices dashed in for a kick. The details are all in the original review. It’s a damn fine read, if I do say so myself.
Due to the aforementioned back problems, I didn’t waddle my fat ass to the mail box yesterday. As I pulled out for work this morning, I snagged a fat hand full of fliers, coupons, bills, and one fat, bubble-pack of blues. Chris had mailed the polished copy of the Emerald River Project with a message, “Read the liner notes.” There he thanks:
His lovely wife (Total assumption on my part. She may be a complete tramp if track 8 is auto-biographical.)
Some chick in Nebraska who is president of the band’s fan club. (Probably also a total tramp. You know how groupies are.)
A brilliant, insightful writer who loves music and reviewed the pre-release back in March.
There it was. My name as third banana in the “thank-yous” of the liner notes of a CD which you may or may not find in stores, but can always order directly from the artist by emailing chrisberryandtheretrofitters@hotmail.com. That started my day out perfectly. Nothing could touch me after that. I was bullet-proof. Twelve cups of coffee and five stupid users later, I was still smiling. Damn decent fellow that Berry.
Those are good, but, aren’t even the very best tracks. So order the CD by dropping an email to chrisberryandtheretrofitters@hotmail.com. I get no cut of the profits. In fact, all proceeds go to…um…saving babies…er…baby seals…yeah, that’s the ticket. Urban legends have it, every time you don’t buy a CD, a baby seal is clubbed to death. I don’t know if that’s true, but I have my copy and my conscience is clear.
Now I know there is something out there for everyone. I also discovered that some people should just be shot.
I had to do a double-take in the beer aisle at my local Publix when I saw Budweiser & Clamato. Apparently, this is called Chelada and is popular among the Latino community. Maybe it’s only popular with a sub-set of insane Latinos who had their taste buds burned off by one-too-many habaneros.
For those out of the loop, Clamato is basically V-8 (tomato juice) and clam juice. Yes, a nastier concoction could never have been created until now. Some genius had the idea to mix it with beer. I’m assuming he was drunk at the time.
This mixture ruins the Clamato, which you really can’t do, and destroys the beer. You nasty people out there who are mixing weird crap together on a bet need professional help. Just stop it. Every time I have to go down that aisle at the grocery store, I have to gag a little. Thanks for taking one more joyous moment of my life away.
Yield to the right is the rule when you arrive simultaneously. Yield to the cool is more like it when the guy on your right is in a matte-black, home restored Chevelle SS. Sweet ride if you can get it. With the window down and the shades on, he appeared to have the coolness factor sewn up. But I was in my mini-van.
We were at an impasse, but he knew he had the mojo of the redneck go-faster and my Korean van just didn’t impress him. That was the part that made me cooler. I let “shades” go first. He was Sparaticus after all. The things that made me cooler were that I knew I was cooler and I had my CD rockin’
Yielding the right-of-way to Shades’ SS….5 seconds.
Knowing The Clash is cranking…priceless.
Shades is not the Stig, but my mini-van will rollover in a tight turn so I must be careful. You decide which is best. I’m of the opinion that rolling around in something tight is the best thing that can possibly happen to you. Yield or don’t, just get home safely.
Alabama was one of the states in the Super Tuesday primary and I cast my vote. Apparently, God did not agree with my choice and sent a tornado Wednesday morning at 3AM to show me His displeasure. Happily, the Finger of God just pointed at me and didn’t land a jab. I swear I heard laughter, not thunder.
Here is the journey my brain took to reach the conclusion to cast my primary vote. Maybe you’ll be as angry and amused as the Almighty.
First, in Alabama you can vote in either the Democratic or Republican primary. You just tell the poll worker which ballot you want. I could have voted in either. I could have voted against someone in the other party, but that’s just dumb. After all, you’re really voting for delegates, not the candidate. I picked the Republican ballot.
Second, I’ll just say it out-right. I will not vote for Hillary Clinton under any conditions. I’m not going to be part of circumventing the 22nd Amendment. I’m tired of the Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton dynasties. I’ll get to Obama in a minute.
So on to the Republicans.
Romney
No way. I was talking, post-voting, to a friend who said Romney comes off as arrogant. That sentiment was echoed by a caller on the evening drive-time radio talk show. You know what? Romney does come off as a dick. He strikes me as an out of touch, condescending rich boy. It bugs me that he portrays himself as a conservative, but was elected governor of one of the most liberal states in the country, Massachusetts. How does a Republican get elected by the people who keep sending Ted Kennedy back to D.C. year after year? My only conclusion is he bought that election the same way he’s trying to buy this one.
Romney has raised over $90 million for his campaign, but $38 of it is his own money. It honkers my hooter when I hear people say he’ll be a good president because of his business background. He’s spent almost all of the $90 million he’s raised and is still trailing in the delegate count. That’s a horrible return on investment and bad business.
McCain
If push comes to shove and McCain ends up being the Republican nominee, I could vote for him. I wouldn’t really like it, but I could do it. But this was the primary and he wasn’t my first choice.
So I spent a lot of time looking at the “Issues” sections of Huckabee’s and Paul’s web sites.
Huckabee
I like this guy. He was my impulse vote, but something about his stand on some of the issues gave me a bad feeling. Take this from his Plan to Strengthen America’s Infrastructure. To put this in context, he’s writing about improving I-95 where 1/3 of the American population lives within 100 miles.
This nation’s infrastructure is falling apart. And if we built those lanes of highways — with American labor, American steel, American concrete - I believe it would do more to stimulate the economy.
And the reason I say that is because when we were going through a recession in my state, we were in the middle of a billion-dollar highway construction program that brought about 40,000 jobs and brought a billion dollars of capital into the economy.
I could buy that if it were cased as infrastructure to stimulate the private sector. What I take away from it is Hoover Dam, a giant public works project where the government creates artificial jobs. Sure there is something lasting that comes from it, but the reasoning behind it bugs me.
Paul
Which brings me to Ron Paul. I read through all his issues and could agree in-whole or in-part with every thing on the site. I find it a shame the he’s been excluded from some of the debates and marginalized. I haven’t been one of the fringers who call radio shows, yells “Ron Paul!” and hangs up. I looked at the issues. I was undecided until Tuesday. I vacuolated between Huckabee and Paul. I marked my ballot for Ron Paul’s delegates. He spoke to my inner Libertarian and Constitutionalist. I hold no delusion that he’ll be around for the general election, but it felt good to vote my conscience. It felt good to vote for an idea and not so much the man.
The General Election
I’ll vote Republican under all but the following circumstances: Obama v Romney. If it comes down to Romney as the Republican nominee, I’ll gladly switch parties and vote for Obama. The only ticket that will cause an aneurysm is Clinton v Romney. If that eventuality happens, it will be the first time in my life I use the write-in line. I’ll still vote, but I won’t like it.
Mississippi House Bill 282, currently before the state legislature, would prevent restaurants with more than five seats from serving obese people as determined by the state’s health department. Repeat offenders would be subject to fines or closure. Even the bills sponsor, W.T. Mayhall, Jr. says he knows the bill has less of a chance at survival than a bucket of KFC at a Weight Watchers meeting. He just wants the large, good people of Mississippi to consider their health and thinks this will get the conversation started. After all, Mississippi was just granted the title “fattest state in the nation,” with 62% of its population defined as obese.
My first thought when hearing this story was, “Why would restaurants want to keep out the fatties? They’re your best customers. This is like banning athletes from gyms.” Then there’s the whole problem of determining who is huge enough to face discrimination. Will Mississippi restaurants have to narrow their doors? Will they install the human-size version of the airport carry-on luggage measuring box? I imagine it will have a sign over it which reads, “If your ass is bigger than this, you are not welcome.” I wonder if signs like, “No shirt. No shoes. No Fatties.” are already being printed in the Magnolia state.
As bizarre as all that sounds, the really funny thing I learned while investigating this story is there is a real organization called The Coalition of Fat Rights Activists (COFRA). A group actually proud of their flab…er…glandular problem, who feel fat people face enough discrimination, they need an activist group. I’m no spring chicken, but I’ll stick with, “I could stand to lose a few pounds,” before I swing over the fence to “Fat is beautiful. RascalTM scooters for everyone!”
Here in Alabama, we have an expression for when people make fun of our state, “Thank God there’s Mississippi.” Having Mississippi as our neighbor really lowers the bar and takes all the pressure off.
My wife suffers from agoraphobia. To be completely honest, we both suffer from her agoraphobia. Now she has one more good reason to stay home.
She just popped in from the other room and said, “This is why I buy my clothes on-line or from one of the TV shopping channels.” Then she recounted a news story she just saw where 5 people were killed in a botched robbery of a Chicago Lane Bryant store. Great. Now we have to worry about death by fashion.
It’s a sick, sad world when wackos are out shooting random fatties just trying to buy a smock. Lane Bryant was our last hope at a trip to town. Now that’s been taken away. Maybe I can convince her the hobby & craft stores are still safe. At least if something bad happens there, you can arm yourself with and X-acto knife. Unlike the fabric store, where your best defense would be to hurl a bolt of fleece at an attacker. I guess the sewing machine will remain idol, too.
I should take my life into my own hands and serpentine to the grocery store. I need to stock the pantry with canned goods so we can barricade ourselves in for another month. It’s a bomb-shelter existence, but it’s better than dying in Lane Bryant. Anyone have a parcel of land in Montana for sale? I need to build a compound.
