Friday, January 29, 1999

I love this world

Don't misconstrue my view of world society as a brick thrown off a cliff with any sense of malaise. I am a happy brick plumeting earthward. Happy happy birck I am. Oh look at the big thing rushing up to meet me! I wounder if it will be freinds with me? SPLAT!

The cannon ball is perhaps the perfect metaphor for all existance. In the begining there is a lot of pressure, heat, fire, noise, drama. Then there is quite a bit of acceleration. Whoosh! Then the whole thing comes to a stop with a big nasty loud bit of destruction.

Thank God I was born in the "Whoosh" phase.

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

Well for some reason I have to review a book. It is a beheamoth. Originally published in 1957. This book is fiction. The author has some farily unrealistic views of the world. Her prime weapon is her Objectivist thoughts as far as what is better for society. I am tempted to refute her 2-D world but I will only they this. She is full of shit. The story is great and I love the characters and I routed for the good guys and dispisedthe bad guys. But her world is so devoid of reality as to fall more into the fantasy area than simple fiction. There are no children, no old, no sick, no discrimination, in short no human qualities to her world. It is a great read. But I think that Ms. Rand wanted to use the book as a venue to espouse her theory of pure self-determination. She equates collective responsibility as evil and the selfish persuit of wealth and power for the sake of the persuit as the purist good. Hitler would have loved her. Overall on a scale of 1 to 10 the book gts a 9 because it is such a ripping read. I would hate to think what an impressionable mind, not grounded in reality, would make of Rand's theory? Some current members of congress come to mind.

City of Angels

Blah blah blah blah. Cage is Cage, Ryan is Ryan. Story is typical. scenes are forgetable. makes me want to take a nap just thinking about it. So many bad movies only so much verbage to spew out. Overall this movie nails the lid tight on the coffin of movie mediocrity. And, let me tell ya', its a mighty big coffin.

Thursday, January 28, 1999

Poems and stuff


Thou art a sinner still for thy food and shit is gained through the money paid you from WIC. Lo
you have reaped what you have sown. And the money you gave the corporations is still out there being used to further corupt the world.

Blouderwise: right back at'chya big guy!

Peom: Thank you for the poem.

Here is a not-at-all nice poem. Please do not share this with your freinds. However it could be shared with a boss you find to be a pathetic slime you wish to dis.

If I were a clerk I'd be a jerk
I'd steel the bosses blind

I'd clog there Lou with a wicked brew
of Brandy and of wine.

I'd toss my ale til' mind went mad
and get into my car
I'd waste no time on being sad
as out the window I would fart.

"Goodbye you old sodding rotters!"
goodbye you fucked up dweebs.
I'll fart in your general direction
and miss you like I miss a nose bleed.