Thoughts on 9/11....brought on by an old post.

I noticed that I made a post about "Vote Democratic and get these fucking Repubs out of office" on September 11th, 2008. The irony was unintentional, but the coincidence is still kinda weird.....seeing as SEVEN FUCKING YEARS LATER I remain convinced that IT'S THE REPUBLICAN'S FAULT THAT 9/11 EVEN HAPPENED. Those fucking plane-hijacking Arabs had the right idea and the wrong venue-- they didn't want another fucking Bush running America and trying to bomb the shit out of them, so they took action. I'm still convinced that all those attacks were done with the intention that Bush would be killed somewhere in there, I'm SURE of it. Yeah, you missed, towel-heads. Ya should have aimed for the White House. But, because your turban is pulling your brain too tight....you missed, and innocent people died, and FUCKING BUSH IS STILL FUCKING ALIVE. And to trip the light fantastic....not only did you fuckers kill A WHOLE GODDAMN BUNCH of people who didn't deserve to die....but WE HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER FOR EIGHT GODDDAMN YEARS. And it goes without saying that that monkey-faced fucker deserved to die a million times over for all the innocent people HE killed in that stupid fucking war he instigated.

The End!!!! Send me your hate mail. I know it's coming. Go ahead and hate me but ..... hahahahaha!... it's all true.

The comedy stylings of Doug Stanhope make failing your own suicide attempt feel like a journey of mind and spirit.

If drinking Stoli and doing coke at 9am on a Saturday is wrong, I don't want to be right.

Dear Shoe-Throwing Copycat Guy

Dear Shoe-Throwing Copycat Guy: You totally did it wrong. You wasted time yelling, giving The Man a chance to take you down. You gotta just fucking do what you gotta do and save the yelling for after it's done. Throw your damn shoe and THEN yell. Better yet, since you would have gotten taken down mid-rant, it probably would have been best to throw your shoe while yelling "THIS IS SPARTA!" But you didn't do that. You waffled and got your ass kicked before you could hurtle your footware in the intended direction. You fail.

My dear Celina,
It's been seven months since you left us. I still haven't forgotten about that day. I remember standing outside in Whippany, closing my cell phone and feeling the hollowness knock against my ribs.It was cold that day but that wasn't why the numbness began spreading through my body. From the inside out. I get a chill every time I remember that moment.
That's not what I want to remember, so I try not to. I have that picture of you and Jess at the lake taped next to my computer. When I see it, every single time I remember those summers when we wold all hang out at the hose and yo would come over with Jess. I remember the time you forgot your phone and let yourself in the window when Cass and I were asleep. And we didn't even notice until you were leaving. I remember refusing to let you drink with us. I remember when you finally shook me down and I gave in. I remember listening to your Rilo Kiley CD in Jess's car. And I miss ya, little sis. We all do. We all will. From now until the end.
Rest in Paradise, Celi Marie.