from Gut Rumbles...
read this...
it says a lot about regular folk's take on the situation in our country today, rather than the crap from the left-wing socialist whiners...

pearls before swine...

oh, yeah...
this guy, too.
pearls before swine...

I don't know why...
I haven't linked this fellow yet, but I have now. I like him.
You will too, I'm sure.
later.
pearls before swine...

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pearls before swine...

traitors all...

so, Mr. Springsteen. I guess that while sitting on your questionably talented ass in your multi-million dollar Rumson, NJ, estate, you couldn't think of anything better to do with your celebrity than jump on the "let's trash the President" shit wagon, huh? Nice. You and your ilk make me want to puke. I've long had a disdain for musicians and performers who feel they can use their station to broadcast their particular "political" message on a captive audience. And, it doesn't matter which party or program they care to bray about, I don't want to hear your bullshit while sitting in a seat I paid dearly for. And please don't go on about how it's a movement to get people out to vote, I'm quite sure that it's going to turn into, not a "support John Kerry" festival, but a "trash George Bush" orgy. Well, all I can say to my readers is, "consider the source". Here's a group of people that have made quite a good living on your wallet, if you're so inclined to support their music (which I am not) and they're using their (your) money and "fame" to wage war against the President of the United States. I've said it before and I'll no doubt say it many times before this is all over, it's been leaders with balls who have made our country a nice, safe and profitable place for you to ply your talents. It's been leaders who've taken it on the chin standing up for your right to express yourself that have laid the groundwork of those freedoms and it's leaders like President Bush who will keep this a place that abounds in those freedoms, in spite of whining, insipid assholes like you and your pals. In short, Bruce and friends...
go fuck yourselves.
pearls before swine...

wheee..!
new music! The Bloodhound turned me on to a new little music shop in the town he haunts, so I went to check it out and dropped a roll of the elusive spendiferi on a bunch on CDs:
Rocket from the Crypt - "Hot Charity"
Television - "Television"
Chavez - "Gone Glimmering"
The Melvins - "Hostile Ambient Takeover"
French Kicks - "One Time Bells"
Songs:Ohia - "Axxess and Ace"
Songs:Ohia - "mi sei apparso come un fantasma"
Should be enough to get me through the weekend... maybe.
I really love the fact that at some point in my life I realized, after taking up, learning and getting bored with too many instruments, that I am a perfect Audient...
hey, someone has to listen to the music, don't they?
later.

pearls before swine...

new link...
in the sidebar under Spooky Things... "They're coming to get you, Barbara..!"
Check it out. Fun horror movie reviews and instructions on making a killer Zombie cake for you next goth garden party...
later.
pearls before swine...

damn...
I wish I'd thought of this...
"Monday, August 2, 2004 will serve as Bobblection Night, sending baseball fans to the polls in seven different ballparks. Fans will choose between a John Kerry or a George W. Bush bobble-head doll. The candidate’s doll that runs out first will be declared the winner of that ballpark. From New Haven to Minnesota, South Dakota to Florida, the event will be an early indicator in this Presidential election year."
What a great way to elect a president... got it all over the Magic 8 Ball...
rats...


pearls before swine...

oh, my...
me thinks Erin has blogger angst... like I said, blogging happens to be my current form of communication with the world at large. It's convenient. It's cheap. I can spill my guts if I need to, I can rant and rave on this binary soap box without having to face any actual debate, I can tell what little secrets I can afford to tell and generally spew worthless bilge and blather and get away with it. And, the greatest thing that's come out of all this is that I've gathered a bunch of blogging friends; people whom I will probably never get to meet face to face, which is too bad, but that's how it goes. Over the years I've been reading blogs and the few years that I've been writing one, I've never ceased to be amazed at the intellegence and humor and variety of opinion that are offered up every day, sometimes several times a day, all for the taking. I read about twelve or thirteen blogs every day, including Sweet and Sour Goth. As a matter of fact, it's the third one I read every morning. And I check up on goings on at night. I would miss it if it ended, but that's a decision that Erin has to make for herself.
And, as far as the content goes, I've enjoyed everything I've read, whether it's about hanging with her friends at school, going four-wheeling with her mom or thrashing about whether or not to continue. (Remember, Erin, it's summer... if you're like me, the best comes out during the long, dark winter nights...).
So, that's that...
Oh, maybe sometime I will write about the grief and bullshit of being a middle aged goth... like how much fun it is to go food shopping early Sunday morning after being out all Saturday night, all done up with black bondage pants, knee high bondage boots, a black tee shirt that says "I'm not staring at you, I'm studying my prey...", three (yep, count 'em) three ponytails, nailpolish, earrings, bracelets and rings, being trailed about the store by one of the managers, in spite of shopping there for almost twenty years...
Being asked by a total stranger, "What are you supposed to be?". (I always give my stock reply: "I'm supposed to be home cleaning up the blood, but I ran out of paper towels... what are you supposed to be?").
Or having people just stop in their tracks and stare at me walking by when I go downtown.
Having not only the manager of a hotel, but a security guard immediatly descend on me when I walked in the door to go to a meeting of the Monster Mania Convention staff.
But you know what, it's all just part of the way. If it really bugged me, I'd get a haircut, wear polo shirts and tan Dockers with deck shoes. (no, on second thought I'd just stick my head in the oven if it came to that...).
Anyway, there's more to blog about than that. Whether anything I write is worth reading, only you can tell me that.
Hang in there, Erin. We'll all stand by what ever you decide.
later

pearls before swine...