Negro slaves > Gospel & Blues > The birth of Rock & Roll > Late 60s, the 70s: The Golden Age of Rock & Roll > January 1st, 1980: total, enduring eclipse of the sun/the day the music died > Ronald Reagan, Wal-Mart, Billy Idol, Hip-Hop, AIDS, hair bands, grunge, 9/11, GWB, Afghanistan & Iraq, World Financial Collapse, Rush Limbaugh, Rick Santorum, Occupy Wall Street > ?
I just noticed that some of the ads being served on OGNDY through Clicksor are redirecting away from the site. This is cocksuckery of the first and worst degree. I have notified Clicksor of the fraudulent activity and disabled the ads for now. My sincerest apologies to my loyal readers. If necessary I will forfeit the $0.27 I have so far in earnings from the Clicksor ads. That’s how serious I am about this.
Jessica Simpson poses in the nude and very much pregnant on the cover of the latest (April 2012) issue of Elle. Now I don’t have a really big preggo fetish, but I’m open for experimentation.
A picture says more than a thousand words, so I'm just gonna shut up.
This is just sad and so, so wrong. Out of 535 members of Congress Dennis Kucinich was one of only two good guys, Bernie Sanders being the other. Who’s gonna impeach Bush now? I guess he could still pull a Lieberman and run as an Independent.
Redistricting may have pitted two Democrats against the other, but the lesser Democrat should have had the decency to step aside for the greater good. Sadly, Marcy Kaptur didn’t, and as is often the case, the voters just don’t know what’s good for them.
So it’s Super-Duper Tuesday, Wolf Blitzer and the rest of the 24-hour news cycle pundit-sphere (hey, I’m getting good at this!) are peeing their pants in pure excitement as the predictions, results and too-close-to-calls are starting to trickle in.
Well I’ve got better things to do (scratch my ass/balls, pick my nose, masturbate, watch paint dry, organize my sock drawer, pull the wings off of flies, drown kittens, roofie & defile a teen…you know; important shit) and am quite happy to learn about the outcome on Who-Gives-A-Flying-Fuck Wednesday.
Not my words, but those of Loquaciousgamer. I’m guessing many people would disagree with him. I have no opinion on the matter. I’m just posting this video to make my wife feel good about her pistol. Because I’m a loving, caring husband. That’s just the kind of guy I am. Loving. And caring.
So Andrew Breitbart is dead at 43, and it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person. My only regret is that it didn’t happen when he was 33, or 23, or 13, or 3, or at the embryonic stage. How ironic, and what a pro-choice argument it would be, if Andrew Breitbart had been stopped in his tracks at an abortion clinic and ended his existence in an incinerator for medical waste. Truly a despicable human being. Is it insensitive to say good riddance?
Just in case you don’t remember or know who this lowlife was, he was the right-wing activist who doctored videos and made up lies to score political points (Acorn, Shirley Sherrod et al). He also outed Anthony Weiner as a closet perv, but he had that coming.
Here he is showing off the essence of what it was like to be Andrew Breitbart at a demonstration outside CPAC 2012.
So burn in hell, motherfucker!
I took a trip to my friendly neighborhood shooting range today, Bridgeport Shooting Range, to put some holes in paper. I brought along my trusty SA XDm 9mm Compact and the newly acquired, not-so-trusty, Ruger LC9. While I was there I decided to rent a Glock just to see what all the hoopla was about. Personally I think Glocks are ugly, so I never considered them, but they’re everywhere and many shooters seem to have an unnatural loving relationship with this particular brand of firearm.
They're ugly as fudge, but after having shot one I may very well join the crowd of fanboys. Sweet!
The one I rented was a Glock 19, a mid-sized 9mm, so the comparison to my Springfield would be as fair as possible. First of all, let me say that the gun was filthy (note to BSR, maybe clean the rentals more often?), it didn’t lock back on the last shot, and while chambering the first round it jammed consistently throughout a box of 50 reloads bought at the range for $22 (the policy is you have to buy the ammo there if you rent; I know, they have to make their money one way or the other, but 22 bucks for 50 reloads?!?).
All this aside, the gun was sweeet to shoot. I liked it a lot! I shot it much better than my XDm, not to mention the Ruger, which I can’t seem to get a grip on at all; I’m lucky to hit the paper at all with that one, so I cleaned it out good once I got home and will leave in the box until it gets time for a trade-in. And guess what? Chances are it’ll be a Glock. But don’t tell my wife.
I only read the title of this article by Michael Payne I aggregated from AlterNet.org, but sign me up already, baby. Finally someone who sees things the way I do (and it just had to be an online pinko rag!).
Fuck Valentine's Day!
Occupy Valentines Day: Celebrate Love, Not Commerce
An Occupy V-Day Tumblr makes the point that it’s wonderful to celebrate love, but it shouldn’t depend on buying certain products for the perfect experience.
February 13, 2012 |The morally vacant, inexplicably beloved Don Draper memorably said, “What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons.”
Valentine’s Day, so inextricably tied to commerce, bears this notion out well.
But this Valentine’s Day has been “occupied.” Samhita Mukhopadhyay, executive editor of Feministing, has started the Occupy V-Day Tumblr, whose mission is to show that, “Celebrating love and romance is a wonderful thing, but it shouldn’t depend on buying certain products for the perfect experience…or on your gender, sexuality, race, class status or marital status.”
“Down with couple-talism!” the site commands, and below, a photo of Rachel Maddow leaning against a kitchen counter is accompanied by the following romantic sentiment, “Hey girl, why spend money … when we could spend our time dismantling the romance industrial complex?”
The most pernicious effects of Valentine’s Day, Mukhopadhyay says, occur “through heteronormativity, which assumes male dominance, female subservience, and traditional ideas of courtship.” A big part of the Occupy V Day project is to provide examples of love that defy the straight, white romances that dominate advertising and media. Loving relationships of all kinds are shared and celebrated. One poster will celebrate Valentine’s Day with her 15-year-old cousin. Another bought two of her friends vibrators and Inga Muscio’s book Cunt to “celebrate our gorgeous female friendships and revel in the power of ourselves.”
A woman says of her sister, “I have never known a love like this before.” There’s a quote by The Rumpus’s Emily Rapp celebrating female friendships: “Friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories.” An image of one “platonic girlfriend” kissing another says, “She’s Straight. I’m Queer. Who the fuck cares.” A couple holding hands on a beach say,”Our relationship isn’t perfect. But we have a happy and healthy love. So, why does it matter to you what color we are?” A woman, in bed with her partner, holds a sign that reads, “The best gifts my partner ever gave me were Forgiveness and Unconditional Support of my dreams. (Oh, and all those orgasms.)” Jill Filipovic, of the blog Feministe, bears a sign pointing out, “Love is beautiful. Compulsory heterosexuality + commercialized romance are not.”
Ultimately, the site tries to separate love from the larger cultural and economic forces that have warped and shunted the eternal feeling into a rigid, commercial, politically expedient form.
Mukhopadhyay says, “Less people are getting married than ever, traditional gender roles have shifted, women are making substantial financial gains, gay marriage legislation is passing.” The new meaning of love is, in total, “one of the biggest questions of our generations.”
My experiment with advertising on OGNDY.com is promising. After 3-4 solid days of active ads I have generated $0.03 in revenue. At this rate I’ll be able to retire in 2846 (actually, that’s just a random number I picked, but it seems reasonable). Which is good, because by then I’ll be 887 y/o and probably in need of dialing it down somewhat.
