Look, I get being angry — I’ve been angry. I get being angry with court stuff — I’ve been there, too.
Never has it entered my mind to burn down random stores and businesses that had nothing to do with the court’s decision.
This is doing no one any favors, and there is no excuse for it.
Oh, and media — there’s not a “peaceful protest” and some alternate non-peaceful kind. There’s either a protest, which is peaceful, or a riot. The stuff going on in Ferguson is a riot, and not a protest. These people aren’t protestors. Unless they’re only protesting. But once you destroy property or steal it (yes, you sure showed the Grand Jury by stealing liquor from a third party), you are a rioter or a looter. You are now a criminal, and you should be arrested and charged. Just because a large group is also doing it does not make it acceptable.
That said — the increased militarization of police and bad blood between citizen and law enforcement is some bad juju. It would not hurt any of us if we used this to move toward a better relationship on both ends.
Let me do some drive-by blogging instead of a normal update:
Go Full Gorilla. My answer: My own self, apparently.
An ugly gun. Put me down as a no.
Single Mom’s Ministry. I must have missed the part of the Bible that was solely aimed at single moms, and can’t be taught in just… any… ministry.
7 Ways to Boost Your Testosterone Without TRT. Getting back to a balance is really important because testosterone does a lot for you.
Now, really quickly, let me talk to you about gamergate (said in the same tone as “let me talk to you about Jesus”).
– If you are opposed to people who play video games, then you really have no business being in the games industry. This should go without saying.
– If you are opposed to standards and ethics in video game journalism, or any journalism, you have no business being any sort of journalist.
– If you are opposed to women playing or making video games solely based on their gender, then you’re an idiot.
– If you want to make video games with a political or social bent to them, fine. But you can’t make anyone play your video game.
– I repeat that last one: You cannot make someone play any video game. The. End.
I had a pair of fairly disturbing dreams last night, one close to morning that woke me up.
It’s interesting how the brain can remember people you haven’t seen or thought of since you were a kid — one of the dreams was about a kid from the street I grew up on, and the kid didn’t live there long. The other dream was an assortment of oddities that didn’t make much sense in the dream and make less now. Both of them were rotten.
Writing this now, I’ve remembered another dream I had a long time ago — maybe when I was ten years old. It was also disturbing and kind of related to the ones last night, which makes me wonder — how often do I actually have dreams that connect to other ones? If I had to guess I’d say not often, and when I do, it always seems to be some sort of nightmare. My bad dreams tend to be related: I’m late for something (a test, work, a meeting) by a fair margin. I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be doing something I shouldn’t be (public, naked; flying, free and out of control; drowning).
Perhaps it reflects on how good life is that only the bad, implausible dreams stick out. I know I’ve had good dreams, but they don’t seem like much to remember.
Dreams mostly seem to be made of memories and fears, with a healthy dose of theater of the absurd thrown in. Despite all that it almost never occurs to me that something is a dream.
The one time it did was something else: given, it was a bad dream. It was one of those dreams about an evil person who was unstoppable, one where I was running through knee-deep slowness and unable to get away. Somehow in the dream I realized it was, and annihilated the Clayface-like monster person coming after me.
Anyway, that’s today’s rant.
I voted today — probably the only guy with a beard and a Bruins jersey on in the state — and did two different write-ins: Chris McDaniel for Senate and Gene Taylor for House. Here’s why:
— McDaniel: He should have won the primary outright, he should have won the runoff. Trickery on the part of the Cochran campaign and state party to back the Good Ole Boy/Establishment Guy cost him. I will never vote for Thad Cochran again; I might not ever straight out vote for a Republican candidate in the state.
— Taylor: Well, I wasn’t voting for the Democrat party, but I refuse to vote for the Republican candidate either after what the state party did in the Senate race.
The rest of it was all local stuff — sheriff, judges, and one statewide measure (“should hunting and fishing be a constitutional right?” Yeah, why not?). I voted for a guy I figure has a shot, but not a great shot, of winning the sheriff’s seat, and most of the judges were uncontested seats. A few I voted for because I know (of) them — one judge I was a juror in a trial for, and he was fair and earned my vote (even though he was unopposed).
Today is the second mid-term election of the current administration, and even without a crystal ball the staff here at Cigars and Legs are willing to bet it is pretty brutal for the current regime.
However, politics isn’t nearly as fun in reality as it is with a bit of an imagination. Your humble author won’t be eligible to become president until the first election at the start of the next decade, but let’s just pretend for a bit, shall we? How would things be different under El Presidente?
Well, let’s start with a few of my interesting cabinet choices:
For Attorney General, I would put forth Mike Danger, and I would ask him to fully back the first, second, fourth, and fifth amendments, and go after any government agency (federal, state, or local) that tried to curb those rights unjustly.
For Secretary of Defense, first, I would have the department renamed Secretary of War. We wouldn’t engage in such foolish “defense” activities as invading other countries. We would only engage in war, when necessary. Then I would select a particularly intelligent man who was good at managing actual strategy from the ranks of our generals. Having a politician or anyone non-military at the top of the military is foolish.
Treasury would be headed up by The Captain. A balanced budget would be his first priority.
It isn’t a cabinet position but I would put Matt Forney in as Press Secretary. It would be well worth it.
There are more, of course. But I’m not sure how I’d re-arrange the cabinet yet…
I am extremely happy lately. There are blips here and there of things that make me unhappy, but mostly, I’m in a fantastic mood. Moreso outside of work, but hey, that’s one place where I’m forced to be around people who may or may not be damaging my calm.
Mostly this is because I’ve decided to be happy and Fuck. You. All. Not all of you all of you, but anyone who is doing the aforementioned damage to my calm. Whatever, man. I had an episode of extreme happiness wrecked silly last week and after I dusted myself off and composed myself I decided: No, fuck that, I’m not going to let this interfere with my plans. I’m going to do what I intend to do and I’m not going to turn into a little bitch and cry because someone else has an attitude problem. I don’t even directly know the person in question — their influence is through someone else. Forget about that mess.
I need to get organized. It’s day three of NNWM and I’m without a clue as to what I intend to write about. But not being organized isn’t the worst sin in the world. I will fuck up far more than this in life (and already have) so onward and upward I march.
Over the last few months I’d chipped away at the outside sources I spend my time reading. There are very few and most of them are linked on the sidebar. Even people and writers I genuinely enjoy I’ve kind of stepped away from because they’re usually kind of downers. Meh. No thanks.
The biggest relief in my life has been deciding to do what I want to do. That has always been when I’ve been at my most happy; when I blew off college for three years just to write (none of it was worth a damn but it was the building block upon which everything else has come from). When my wife and I got together (which came with a lot of fun adversity). When I got married, moved, graduated college, and started a new full time job all in the same thirty day period. And. Didn’t. Blink. I was motivated and I was happy and it was a positive feedback loop. I could do anything.
Somewhere along the way I lost all of that mojo. Well, it’s my damn mojo, and I’ll take it back now. Thanks.
Last week I said the election was this week. I realized after I posted it, but decided to leave it, as a monument to my own craziness.
Tomorrow is a year since my knee surgery. Yikes.
Saturday is the opening day of NNWM.
And this post stands as a testament to the fact that I have GOT to get organized.
Wednesday next is one year since my knee surgery. I still have trouble with the leg.
I’m not feeling posting, lately. Next week is the election; maybe that’ll cause enough consternation that I’ll have to post.
In all aspects; the next book is coming, but slow. Everything else is coming, but slow.
I’ve found that getting the right amount of sleep is making a pretty big difference. The writing is really impacted. Lately, I’m getting more, better sleep.
It’s really hard not to get political lately, but at the same time — that whole scene just burns through you and makes you a husk… it’s just vitriol and hate, and that takes a serious toll on a person. I’ve lately been cutting out reading any sites that just anger me. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything by not being pissed off all the time.
It’s not November, but this month I’m doing a sort of miniature NNWM attempt, to try and gear myself up.
Hockey starts tomorrow, the first of two seasons.
So, Here. We. Go.