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I Love America, The Book, But Hate America, The Country & Other Revelations Conceived One Saturday Night As I Sat On My Couch

2005-01-11_xx_2:44 p.m.


EDITORS NOTE: Bullet pointed for your convenience.

* Seriously now, America the book has me splitting my sides every time I flip to a random page. It is a brilliant mockery of what this once great nation was and how the ignorant, lazy amerikans perceive the rest of the world. I�ve made the comparison a number of times since September 11 and even though it is a bit on the extremist side we are seriously turning into the Nazi�s of the new world order. The repercussion of what would happen if the world stood up to us is extremely frightening prospect to ponder, but for the repressed and down trodden and those who have nothing left to lose are already doing it. I�m just morbidly curious as to what it�s going to take for everyone else to belt out and adopt a late 80�s metal mentality and together shout, �WE�RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, ANYMORE��

* The weather is driving me insane. Fuck the tsunami crap; I�m talking about a little closer to home. But while we are on the subject�argh. Mad kudos and undeserving props to the amerikan media machine for finding something that distracts the mindless masses away from the fact we just went over the 10,000 mark for wounded soldiers in Iraq. There are also mumbles and rumors (truthful or not, I haven�t been able to ascertain) that the Bush administration is already reneging on the promise not to implement a military draft. Newt Gingrich wants to run for president and Dubyah�s approval rating is back up around 54%...I swear to fucking christ that it is too late for this country to wake up and smell the napalm. We are completely fucking doomed and those with the intelligence to see it are outnumbered by breeders, religious zealots and the rich to do anything about it. I can�t wait to scream at the top of my lungs until I suck down my last breath, �I told you so, I told you so, I told you so� over and over again. Where was I going with this�oh right�the weather. The �valley of the sun� where I dwell has yet to lose its tenacious hold on the weather that is turning California into a sodden wasteland. The residual effects keep creeping into my desert oasis and a full days worth of cloudless skies and sunshiny days are something that were common occurrences months ago seem to be as much of an instinct species as an honest politician. I need some sun before I go completely bonkers.

Moving on.

* While doing some house cleaning on the dating front, I managed to stumble into a big fat shit storm. It was easy to discard and recycle various methods of contact I had with all of the randomly found dead end dating personas over the past few months. But when it came time to eliminate two of the four power players, things went bad.
For references purposes:
While I wish I had the time to pursue the model (the one I have penned all my letters of love to over the past couple of months) she won�t have it, no matter what I do to capture her heart she won�t allow it to happen. This is of course part of what attracts me to her as I�ve managed to get a similar grasp my emotional outbursts over the previous year. I�ve been spending more and more time with my Angel with the devil horns. She is a very practical and suitable companion, but I of course manage to find something wrong with every woman I meet as of late; she is surely no exception. With my entire house cleaning done, she is the solitary representative left.

*The Drama:
The X and I had out yet again. Like a broken fucking record, I spin right round baby right round and seem to end up in a compromising situation that involves lots of hot nasty sex. The good news is the sessions have become less and less frequent as I have slowly dropped her down on my priority list. The bad news is the sessions are good, WAY better than they were when we were actually together. After the latest blow up (more to come on that), rules have once again rewritten and we will be getting together every couple of weeks for coffee, dinner and other activities that don�t involved a bedroom in close proximity. We also agreed to keep these transactions separate from any that involve hot monkey sex.
Side note: I hope to god she can find her bedroom voice and someone that is willing to be a bit on the freaky deaky side in the sack. It is not everyday that a man can find a girl that will fuck him like a porn star if he knows how to ask properly. I am most proud to say will be willing to thank me as I�m a damn good teacher and think I should start accepting applications; maybe I can make a career out of this whole �man-whore� thing after all?

* Coup De Gras:
The Soccer mom has been banished to Siberia for causing all the drama that brought about the X admitting that she was still very much in love with me. Yeah, fucking d�oh. Soccer mom decided to be an over exaggerating braggart about the couple of �gut crushing� encounters we had. While her over embellishment of the details was commendable for a verbal creator like myself and her divulging information about bedroom habits and blatant lies revolving around our actual social encounters were the spark that caused the train reaction ending in my X finally spilling her guts, the drama that this all created overwhelmed me like�like�err�a Tsunami (fuck I�m sorry about that one). I don�t really need a woman near 40 that causes drama like a teenager in my life like I need to�ahh�well�umm�shit�like I need to be swept out to sea by a damn Tsunami (damn I�m so done here). Recap: From four to one and the one is simply because neither of us have anything else going on in our lives and are both too codependent to do it alone and after a brief attempt at it, I�m giving up on dating again and increasing my purchases of porn and video games to occupy my time with.

* I sound like a box of rice krispies when I wake up every morning. From knees, to elbows, fingers, toes and even my neck snap and pop when I stretch. My shoulder is still giving me problems and I�m to the point where it�s time to go get new glasses because I�m blind as bat without them and it has been a little bit past two years since I last checked. The days of having the hairless body of a prepubescent teen seem to be on the way out as I now have hair popping up in places that it never has before (but not on my back or shoulders thank god) and some other minor idiosyncrasies that I�d rather not mention, even in semi-anonymous cyberspace. Mortality sucks.

* I once again have to move, which I�m very tired of doing. The instability of apartment living hasn�t allowed me to get back ahead where I need to be either. So it�s off to rental land once again. My current roommate is a slob of biblical leprosy sort of proportions so he is out. My choices are overpaying for luxury and location or underpaying and living at the fringes of the suburban ghetto. I�ve gotten to the point where I don�t want roommates.

* Marijuana makes you lazy and affects your memory. My indulgence in the substance has withered down to the occasional outburst. This weekend was one of those outbursts. It has occurred to me that I am sorely out of practice and can no longer �hang� or whatever it is the kids call being �cool� these days as I did in the time of my long forgotten youth. While the initial burst of mental stimulation is welcome, the after effects are surely not. I�m certain I was going to make some other point about this, but I can�t seem to recall what it was I was going to say...
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