Category: Personal

I don’t remember exactly what day it was. It was sometime after Bush got re-elected, sometime before the Democratic take-over of the Senate. To better help you cast the scene in the all-seeing eye of your mind, let’s call it December of ’05. That was when I lost that youthful exuberance, the perpetual flush of happiness that pretty much all Americans have at some point in their lives.

It was then that I finally succumbed to the pressures from someone very close to me, and I joined DailyKos.

She had been trying to get me involved in politics for a long time at that point. I never saw the purpose, never really wanted to know more than what I saw from the TV. I was a self-described Republican, happy Bush got re-elected, questioning Kerry’s Vietnam credentials, and generally clueless as to the state of our country.

It was odd; I supported women’s rights to choose, gay marriage, Affirmative Action, had all the usual liberal positions on all the policies. I think I was afraid of the word “liberal” at the time, buying into all the crap fed to us from the traditional media and blowhards on the radio and on cable “news” shows. But that’s neither here nor there.

Ok, this is weird. A little over a month ago I started a little essay titled “Fear & loathing…Please Bear With Me” wherein I was going to quote extensively from a great HST column in honor of the God of Gonzo himself. This is where it gets weird. Apparently I posted this essay in a very incomplete form while either sleepwalking, drunk or gawd-knows-what and I just now realized it.

A brief explanation: I became involved in the blogosphere extensively around two years ago while looking for work. (No, I wasn't wearing pajamas in my parent's basement during this endeavor but I do blog naked sometimes. You should try it if you haven't already ;-)>

Anyways, I have since become gainfully employed, my daughter is now 4 years old and is the most beautiful creation on this planet and, oh yeah…my wife is still gorgeous, sexy and the world's best mom…period, at least according to me.

This leads me to the conclusion of this opening. I haven't been paying attention like I used to when I had the time and this “essay-ooops” is one example. So, I've decided to be a semi-regular contributor here in my own way…sort of a reminder of how great Hunter S. Thompson and George Carlin were, are and always will be, in their own unique way. Sometimes it comes together with humor…sometimes it comes together in horrific seriousness…sometimes it's a little of both and sometimes it's neither or whatever moves me at the time. Remember, these are called Weblogs for a reason. Call it my online private journal for all the world to read and ponder, if only for a moment.

Come along for the ride, if you want. If not, that's cool too. This will be the first installment. There will be more, or not. I hope there will be…The Noodles, The Sauce & The Holy Meatballs willing.

As Always…Peace ;-)> 

I just wandered back in, after being flat out of dharmatude for a few weeks (unavoidable, unwonted and unconscionable workativity) and what do I find at the home of reciprocal excellence, but a pissing match, and a pissing match between a couple of my favorite folks over, as far as I can tell, not a great lot beyond personal styles.  What’s up with that?  Did I miss something truly substantive?  Have I van Winkled myself into a state of buhdicious obsolescence?

My mother always said, if you can’t say anything nice, shut yer fuckin’ piehole (truly she did).  She also used to say, “I don’t DISLIKE her, but I wouldn’t invite her to my birthday party”.  Most of the world wasn’t invited to her birthday party, but she remained rather popular because she was capable of absorbing whatever tripe her interlocutors might emit, with nary an eye-roll nor yet a riposte, and with only the slightest of sighs as she watched their retreating backs.  Honesty is sometimes confused with aggressive assertion of what one perceives to be true, unmitigated by self-conscious awareness of one’s own fallibility and quickly devolving into a “sez YOU” exchange that only serves to perpetuate and inflame the original animus.  It’s sad, and more than a little bit absurd, to watch.

Please tell me, please, that we will extiffulate, dehissify, and, if you will, inacerbate (as opposed to exacerbate) this breach of excellence.  An occasional spate of micturation in one another’s rice bowls is unavoidable, even among the best of brethren, sistern, auntern and unclern, but portativity of grudgulation needs be averse.

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I am providing below the blueprints for this monstrosity I call a blog structure.  There are some parts undone, some parts neglected, and it is not completely decorated with the poetry and the art.

I find it easier to rearrange if I can see it in a venue like this.  Since I have some other work to publish this weekend, I’m publishing this tonight.  Order will change as time passes.  Newer works will be added.  Some will find their place.

Part of the difficulty with producing that book that several of you have been demanding is my tendency to believe that my words should be free.  Here they are at that price.

Robyn