Misworded

I've tried to get away from politics, I really have, but like those damnable sirens in the Odyssey, it keeps drawing me back in. I think that, much like the Odyssey it's the continuous repetition of myth that makes me want to keep coming back to smack people over the head. Today I'm going to examine the myth of the 'job creator'.

Miscellaneous

I really need to drop political bullshit, and eventually I probably will, about the same time I move to Sweden. I'm normally a very happy person, pretty optimistic, mostly upbeat about humans in general. Yes, I recognize that they have their flaws, I accept this fact. I recognize that some are self-serving and that this is a fairly natural as there are methods in place to keep them from being too destructive, or so I thought.

I'm not one to believe in conspiracy theories, in fact, I rather enjoy ripping them apart as the paranoid delusions that are the fevered dreams brought about by a bit of bad cheese. But occasionally, I wander across something that even I have difficulty processing and digesting. This may turn out to be my own personal paranoid rant, but stick with me.

Miserable

Yeah, I didn't post anything in December. I know. You all probably thought I forgot about you, but I didn't. Whether you love me, hate me, disagree with me, or like what I have to say, I still like each and every one of you, but fighting with a cold and the holiday rush, there was little chance I was going to get many of you to stop long enough to read what I had to say. That being said, the month gave me plenty of time to recharge and come up with new things to talk about. This time around it's that ever popular demon du jour, Wikileaks.

Miscarriage

So there's been a lot of news recently about the TSA. People getting frisked, felt up, photographed naked and then whining about it. Hell, sounds like a good trip to Vegas, without the whining afterwards really, but by the same token, I can understand it to an extent.

Missile

Forewarning, I'm tired so this one is likely to be short, angry and punchy. If you don't like any of those traits, well, this is my catharsis.

I'd like to take a moment to talk about something that's been getting under my skin. It's a bit like having a splinter where the end has broken off and you can't quite reach the meat of the little annoying thing just below the surface that doesn't quite hurt but irritates until you want to take a knife to it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the knife I am going to take to this little splinter called Westboro Baptist Church.

Mister and...

Wove..Twoo wove.

Yeah that's a pretty dumb quote but, it's what came to mind. I am going to tackle the fairly sticky issue of marriage in all it's wonderful forms and splendor and in case you're confused, I'm being pretty sarcastic about that. No no, I'm not going to rant about the dread creature known as Bridezilla, though that certainly could be a topic all on it's own, along with the outrageous costs of most ceremonies. No, I want to talk about the real down and dirty stuff.

Misrule

We have an election coming up very very shortly as I was just recently reminded by a friend and yes, I am going to go vote as I often do. Actually I intend to encourage everyone into participating in this event.

Mischief Part 2

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages...Wait. If there are kids here something has gone either very wrong or very right. In any case, here comes part two of my battle against cultural icons that are more damaging than injecting lead paint into your frontal lobe.

Why Star Trek SUCKS!