what the fuck...
is the matter with people???
read this...
and this...
holy shit... what is going on?

so, today really sucked...

first, on my way to work this morning, i got rear-ended. just driving along, minding my own business, when BAM!, i get smashed in the ass by an elderly woman who was doing about 80 in a 45 zone. i've only had my new car for two months. probably about two grand worth of damage. thank the various automotive gods and goddesses for plastic cars... but, man, was i pissed. at least the state trooper gave her some tickets...

then i get to work and check out the news on the web, only to see that Bob Hope passed away. say what you will, i grew up watching him on tv and in the movies and really enjoyed his humor. he really was devoted to entertaining the troops, both at home and away, i remember watching his Christmas special from Viet Nam every year. i hope he's really happy where ever he is, i'm sure he's still getting the laughs. so long, Bob... and thanks.



then i read that Erik Braunn died, who was the lead guitarist for Iron Butterfly, one of the quintessential psych-rock groups of the late sixties... he was a musical prodigy who played with them at the age of fifteen. nothing like that fuzz guitar and that crazy Farfisa organ sound...
rock on Erik, you're in good company.





and then i get home and check out the blog and there's a comment from Douglas of nofear.org. who think's my life sounds like Abbott and Costello's "Who's on First?" routine. thanks, Douglas... maybe a W.C. Fields movie, but never A&C!!! (only kidding, Douglas!)

so, i hope your day was better...
i'm going to go have something to eat now... i hope i don't choke to death on a freaking french fry...

later.

the dark... and then, the dark...

"no, i'm not ready for
whatever it is that
you need to throw at me..."

"why not, are you afraid?"

"no, nothing you could say
would scare me."

"how about this...
you don't love me anymore."

"you're wrong, i love you."

"you love the idea of me,
you don't love me."

"i don't love the idea of
myself, i couldn't comprehend
the idea of you, much less love it."

"you're a toad."

"i'm a lonely toad."

"you should die in the undertow."

"i've already done that."

"you should burn."

"i couldn't take the heat."

"is there some point to that?"

"no, it's just that i'd rather freeze."

"you're missing the point."

"no, i'm missing you."

"i'm not the point."

"neither am i."

"no, you're always the point."

"not right now."

"oh, maybe not... it doesn't matter."

"exactly."

"so, what's the point."

"there's no point, only the excuses."

"there you go..."

"i know. it doesn't hurt, really..."

"good."

hmmmm, pork...
When I first stumbled across this web site, I thought it was a Metallica fan site... but, no! Oh, the culinary delights of Merry Old England! Check it out... Mr. Brain's Pork Faggots!!!
Party on, Mr. Brain!!!

mrs. sad old goth...
has an interesting observation regarding the current escapades of Moneytallica, whoops, I mean Metallica...
she thinks that maybe they are turning out such shit these days that their sales must be down, so they need to contrive these frivolous lawsuits to keep their pockets lined...
I stand by my opinion that they're just a lot of self serving fuckheads...
Where's Dave Mustaine when you need him...???
by the way, did I ever tell you that I think Metallica sucks...
give me Motorhead any day... Lemmy rocks!
later.

exit sandman...
well, well, well, it seems that my favorite heavy metal assholes are up to their usual sniveling, self-righteous pandering. Not content to rest on the laurels of their victory against the free transfer of music to your friends, they are now attacking a Canadian band, "Unfaith", for using the "E" and "F" chords, which Metallica feels are "traditionally associated with their music." Click HERE to read more.
I think this lot of whiny, spoiled, millionaire jackasses should grow their hair long again, start pounding the booze and tokin' the smoke once more… maybe get their shit together and get back to playing some real music again, instead of the pseudo metal bullshit they've been foisting on their poor fans for the past few years. At least when they were honest musicians and dopers, they were more worried about their music than their wallets. What a bunch of fuckheads...
Well... I feel much better now... I think I'll go listen to some Megadeth...

i'm sitting here listening to...
"Wheels of Fire" by Cream and thought I might throw some pictures up here for you to enjoy...

here's the lair, all done up for the Fourth of July...

here's our resident bunny, helping keep the crabgrass in check...

one of our daylilies, finally in bloom...

some New Jersey summer afternoon clouds...
that's all... hope you are digging on them.
peace

i think i'm gonna need a bigger rock...
check out this little gem from Fox Nexs...

Former Youth Supervisor Sentenced to Life for Sucking Boys' Toes

Friday, July 11, 2003



SANTA ANA, Calif. — The former supervisor of a Newport Beach (search) youth program was sentenced Friday to life in prison on 25 counts of lewd conduct and assault for sucking the toes of 20 boys.

Trenton Veches, 32, will be eligible for parole in 15 years.

At his trial, Veches' lawyer said his actions with boys 6 to 10 years old were "horseplay." But the prosecutor said Veches "clearly befriended these children, manipulated them and he sexually molested them."

Veches' mother, Joyce Ormes, said the sentence was too harsh.

"I don't know how he can spend life in prison for this when there was no sexual contact with the genitals, things like that," she said.

"Clearly Mr. Veches posed a danger to the children of our community and he needed to be in prison," prosecutor Sheila Hanson said.

Veches was arrested in April 2002 after a co-worker reported seeing him sucking a boy's toes.

What the hell is going on???

i'm flying away...
once again, to Kalamazoo, so I'll catch up with y'all on Thursday.
Kalamazoo is the sort of town that I think you should go to by train, rather than plane. It's a Tommy Dorsey sort of town... you almost wish you were sitting in the club car with Tommy and the boys from the band, having a few stiff ones, beating a heater and tapping along to a little late night jam session. Oh well, maybe in the next life.
see ya.

here’s the rock...

I’ve been hiding under until the Political Correctness fad goes away. By the way, we had a great Fourth of July… two parties, lots of meat, beer and loud music as well as the annual water fight. Hope your celebrations were as much fun.
Here’s the latest from Tongue Tied, it seems like the folks down under are starting to get fed up with the nonsense as well.







July 07, 2003

Bugger Them

A survey of people in Australia found that more than two-thirds of them are fed up with the prevalance of political correctness, reports the Queensland Sunday Mail.

The survey of 1200 people by research company The Truth Report found those aged 18 to 24 and over 50 were most likely to be annoyed.

"To the pushers of political correctness, people are just saying, 'They've had their go, now bugger them' and adopting a more pragmatic and practical approach," said AustraliaScan social commentator David Chalk.

a new link...
has been added under the "for the mind" header in the left hand banner for the "Critical Thinking on The Web" site.
Please check it out.

let's all play...The Political Correctness Game!!!

As you can tell, the Fox Network thing has become a major stone in my craw. I'd be pissed anyway, but the fact that it's Charlie Chan gives it some special meaning. Before I get into the game, let me tell you why...
When Mrs. Sad Old Goth and I first got married, we were pretty much dirt poor. We didn't have the brass in pocket to go out and have fun on the weekends, so when we went food shopping every Saturday, we bought a Tree Tavern Brand frozen pizza, maybe some tomatoes and some sliced pepperoni and a six pack of beer. At eleven thirty every Saturday night we would heat up the pizza and whatever toppings we could afford, grab the beer and climb into bed. We would chow down on the pizza and the beer, cuddle up and watch the Saturday night Charlie Chan movie on channel 48 out of Philadelphia. It was something really special. So, you can see why this really hit me in the balls. Anyway, on to the game...
I would like you all to send me a movie or many movies, if you want, that you fear will succumb to the same tom-foolery as poor old Charlie, along with what group or groups might find them offensive and why. And friends, let's not be too serious here, let's have some fun! I will gather all the entries and post them on the old blog here. Maybe even put them in an email and spam some of these asshole groups that are trying to impose their slanted will on us all. Come on, kids, it will be fun! Here's one to get the ball rolling:

The Jazz Singer, with Al Jolson. This one might never see the light of day again! Let's see... it's the story of a Jewish kid who defies his father, a famous Cantor who wants him to follow in his footsteps and goes into show business. But, that's not all! He performs in Vaudville, in Blackface! Holy shit! So, who is going to be offended by this one and why???
1. Children's Rights organizations, for sure. Not only was the kid denied his ambitions, his father actually beat him! No time-out chair for this lad. That's child abuse! Imagine actually disciplining your kid!
2. Every Pro-Jewish organization in the world will have a field day with this one! Here this poor guy has to perform in makup, hiding his ethnic features from everyone!
3. The NAACP. Blackface! Christ, that's cause for an uproar if I ever saw one! Talk about stereotypes!

So, do you get the idea? All ya gotta do is click on the "talk to me" link in the left hand banner and rant away!

why bother..?

I was going to write this long, angry rant to the Fox Network about this Charlie Chan business, but why waste the time and effort? Anyone who evolved in the womb past the brain stem cell stage and hasn't been caught up in this mass hysteria of political correctness, knows what a bunch of simpering, cowtowing and spineless boot-lickers they are... they've gotten line to kiss the ass of the loud-mouthed, self-serving minions of the causes that seek to protect us from any and all forms of unsavory films, music, words, you name it. These "PC" groups are nothing but a bunch of closet Nazi's. At least Herr Hitler and his gang were up front about it. No pandering about with that bunch. Could you see the Brown Shirt's saying, "Gee, if you don't stop selling your goods to Jews, we're not going to buy stuff from your store anymore."?
All Fox Network had to do was tell those braying asses to change the channel if they don't like what they see. They didn't have to fall in line like all the other organizations, businesses, local governments and, yes, even the Federal Government do when confronted by these idiots.
Just one more sorry instance of how the world is going to hell in a hurry.

sidebar to the end of the world...

here’s a little gem that I picked up from Tounge Tied this morning.
Cancelling Chan

Fox Movie Channel has cancelled a planned series of Charlie Chan movie screenings after learning of concerns about their tendency to perpetuate racial stereotypes and offend some viewers, reports the Los Angeles Times.

Among those complaining about the movies, produced in the 1930s, was the Organization of Chinese Americans Inc., which called the films "a painful reminder of Hollywood's racist refusal to hire minorities to play roles that were designated for them."

One of the complaints is that the movies featured a white dude in the leading role of a thickly-accented but brilliant Asian detective.

In a statement posted to its website, the channel said the films "were produced at a time where racial sensitivities were not as they are today" and expressed hope that "this action will evoke discussion about the progress made in our modern, multicultural society."

Can you believe this bull? What next?

this is the way the world ends.
this is the way the world ends.
this is the way the world ends.
not with a bang, but a whimper.

This oft quoted stanza from T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men’ is usually, as I use it here, taken grossly out of context. However, in keeping with my current theme of global doom and gloom, it is appropriately misused. Please forgive me.

The world, as we know it, is spiraling down upon itself from my point of view. Oh, we may yet get a cosmic bitch slap from some god-like entity or we could fall victim to some high and inside space rock bean ball, and folks, if that happens, there ain’t no free trot to first base. The inning’s over. Game called on account of nuclear winter. Yeah, either one could happen, but I think we’re going to quietly and complacently kill ourselves with the ultimate weapon of mass destruction… ourselves.

We’re wallowing in a quagmire of self indulgence, self importance and self satisfaction, with a huge pinch of self pity tossed in, just to spice it all up a bit. Ten percent of the world’s population control ninety percent of the world’s wealth, consume ninety percent of the world’s food and give zero percent in return. We pride ourselves on our mass consumerism; we laud our technological advancements. We lean back in our chairs, our thumbs hooked in the belts that span our ample waists and look at the rest of the world and shake our heads in mock concern. We feel so good about ourselves when we feel so bad for “them”. We discuss “their” plight over dinners with more food then “they” consume in a month. We watch “them” die from disease, starvation and natural disasters on our fifty inch televisions from the comfort of our comfy, cozy, mortgaged to the hilt castles and, oh, we feel so bad… for the time being, anyway, until it’s time to change the channel to watch American Idol or the Osbourn’s.
Quick, tell me, what picture did that just paint in your mind? Did you think about the people in some far off land, like Africa or India? Maybe Mexico? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Did you think about those in our own country who suffer from the same misfortune? (Note to self: kick yourself in the ass for saying “misfortune”. It’s not misfortune… it’s abuse, not misfortune). The same percentages apply here as elsewhere in the world. It’s a global thing, Daddy-O, and global includes the good old USA, if you haven’t noticed.
So, suck on that while you wrap yourself up in the eiderdown tonight in your air- conditioned bedroom, with your belly full of Taco Bell and beer, instead of wondering if you remembered to close the windows in your SUV.

But wait… there’s more tomorrow, so y’all come back now, ya hear?

oh, shit...

more good news from space...