Stray bits of dialogue were floating around my head earlier. I sat down, in part, to give them an opportunity to express or quit this poor vessel. Verily, said motherfuckers ain’t got much to say now.
In some other part I wanted to bury the last two entries. I know makes people curious. It’s not you I want to bury them from though, and so the shits I give about the burying statement leading you back can be counted on no hands. Hmmm, that’s interpretively cryptic. You don’t need a hand to count to zero. No shits, I give no shits. I’m burying it from myself.
Despite the tone of this and other online journals in general, I don’t really hold grudges or even get pissed off very often. I make observations and often as not I see negative things. I mix some sand and grit into the observations to make them readable and so it sounds like a strong opinion and it stands as such as long as the data remains somewhere. Or I edit it. Heh, that’s funny. Edit. Edit is just a river in Egypt. Wait, no that’s the Rio Grande. Edit is just reddit with a silent R and an extra D. No Edit is just god when he’s drunk.
It’s obvious I don’t even know what the word means.
Several years ago the GF was upset by my email signature, sort of. Some friend of hers who was suspicious told her Hunter Thompson was a Drug Addict for playboy. Was not worth explaining that drug addiction doesn’t pay, and besides that’s not the point. He was, sort of, you know, free-lance. Not for drugs, for playboy, sometimes. So I changed the signature from — when the going gets weird; the weird turn pro — to — Paw approved.
The way that a rant looks like a grudge years later an entry implies tacit approval. I’m pretty fond of my opinions, in fact it’s one of the very few qualities an opinion needs for my approval; fondness. A distance second is some semblance of truth or rationality. Third, if one has to do things in threes, so distant the other two qualities can’t even see it on a clear day, I need to understand the opinion. I know that sounds silly but … Several years ago I witnessed both the beauty and folly of true democracy at work in the city of Portland.
There was this thing-a-ma-bob that made the ballot by initiative petition and was passed by a whopping 86 percent of those who had nothing better to do than vote that day. When the legislator were back in session some few months later they made a startling declaration; they would not uphold the new law. Why? Because they didn’t understand it. Some media called that a travesty and demanded … stuff. They went to experts, pundits and the group that wrote the initiative petition. Nobody could explain it. Ok, one guy did explain it but he couldn’t explain what anyone supposed to do about it. It’s been so long I can’t even remember what was involved except that I didn’t understand it either. I’m not proud to say I didn’t vote for it. I had something better to do that day like wash the cat or watch Mystery theatre 3000.
To be fair to the city of Portland — oh, shit, that’s why I didn’t vote. I was living in a different county by then — I only saw that happen once. Wait, why’d I tell that story with no details or character development and a bit of a plot but not enough to get in the way? Oh, third quality of an opinion, I have to understand the opinion. I could have told a simpler story, one of the thousands of dumbasses I’ve known who frothed and fretted over an opinion they didn’t quite understand.
Hmmm, I saw something on facebook yesterday; anti-hillary propaganda. A drawing of a young girls face with tears and a caption that said something like she (the drawing) was raped in 1980, Hillary defended the rapist, won the trial and bragged in the newspaper the next day that she knew he was guilty but ha-ha she won. See it’s the last bit that makes the story sound like bullshit. You get kicked off the Bar for publically admitting the guilt of your client and for laughing. Hillary has actually done a lot of shit, making up muck raking just makes her sympathetic to the three guys on the fence. She also doesn’t seem to be able to get away with shit, even email, so, I’m thinking if that story were true she’d be before one committee or the other (in real life the bar association of whatever state she was practicing in, I don’t even know if Hillary Clinton ever practiced law anywhere, mostly because I don’t care but also because I’ve never heard of it until today).
Also, stuff that is public record would have an actual photo and a name. I don’t want to get into the politics of rape, my opinions there were won with blood, I’m suggesting the event never occurred. I don’t know this for a fact, just a guess from the presentation and the timing. I also think anyone using facebook for their political news probably would have voted for that initiative petition. Just in case I didn’t connect the dots, 86 percent of the voters were in favor of a bill no one understood. If the GOP are really going to let Trump run (there’s a lot of speculation) and Hillary gets the democrat nod (looks like that’s happening) it’s going to battle of not of the lesser of two evils (though that’s going to be said a bazillion times) but who people hate the least. I don’t know if everyone makes that distinction, for me, however, I hate a lot of things that I don’t think are evil. I don’t hold grudges so hate might be a strong word, but I have the great benefit of not being a mob. Voters are a mob. A mob never shouts “We’re not sure!”
Yeah, ok. That should do it.
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