Thursday, July 10, 2008

Are you fucking kidding me?

How does this pig have the nerve to claim"executive privilege"? He isn't even the fucking President. He is an adviser. He isn't even an elected official for Christ's sake. He's a private citizen subject to the same laws as the average American. Isn't this a democracy? Aside from the President doing whatever he says he is equal to every American. Well, maybe that does make him the President or at the very least not equal to every American?

If we weren't such a "nation of whiners" (not to mention lazy, consumer, zombiesque sheep who'd rather just sit in front of the t.v. and/or computer screen while bitching, moaning, and taking what the talking heads have to say for granted) we'd get off our collective, lazy American asses and tar and feather sons-of-bitches like Rove. Now that's some old school American values for you. I'm sick of excuse makers like Rove hiding behind their bull-shit. We better make them pay for usurping the American Dream, real American values, and replacing them with their own brand of consumerist morality cloaked in religious rhetoric and demagogic speeches before we all end up paying for their sins (we already are through years of blind complacency while selfishly chasing our lost dreams). There's a reason why television execs and the like call the media you consume "programming". Feed the beast, feed the system, and the system pays you back. If you're not on the winning team then your just another loser (a nobody) getting fucked by the system. They don't care about nothing, except filling that black hole in their souls. They're so full of shit -- swimming in it -- that I think they actually kind of believe their lies.

Are you a hunter or are you a gatherer? Or just another fucking sheep-consumer. BAhhh. Feed me.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

It has been a long time...

I've been missing in action, and to tell the truth I kind of burnt myself out with this blogging thing. I'm not exactly sure if it's my thing. Oh well, I'll still post every now and then when feeling especially inspired and/or bored.

I'm finally over being sick after 16 days. I got sick after getting back from the Midwest, Flagstaff/Sedona, and Mexico.


I suppose I should post the rest of the pictures on Flicker or something. Maybe, I'll post a link to them along with the .pdf of my novel once I put it up. I'm currently sifting through editors to submit to at the moment. It's a long list. I'm trying to make it shorter. I should be ready to go by Friday.


Cheers, and I hope you all find freedom in fireworks, hotdogs, hotwings, burgers, beer, and various other consumables this fourth of July.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Mom forced to live in Car in Santa Barbara

http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/05/19/homeless.mom/index.html



I've got two words of advice for this woman:

move, bitch.


There's two types of people in California, especially Santa Barbara.

1. Filthy fucking rich people.
2. Poor people.

L.A. Unified police officer says transfer was payback for reporting sex abuse


http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-retaliate21-2008may21,0,7776963.story

Doesn't surprise me a bit. The same thing happened to me at Fairfax High School. I reported a teacher who was sleeping with her male students (varsity basketball players). I even saw intimate pictures of the teacher and her students on one of the student's cell-phones.

The principle responded to my complaint by telling me to "mind my own business" and that "it would be taken care of". It sure was taken care of. They never called me back to Fairfax again.

In other news, I had a revelation while driving across the wasteland of America. It was a eureka moment that resulted in a flood of imaginative insight. I came up with a whole novel, the plot, the characters-everything-for a new novel. I can't wait to get out of California and get started on it (them).

Well, back the grind (on the road again). I don't have much time to blog these days. I have a life. I'm on a mission. I've got a big surprise.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Real Life Law and Order

She hung herself? Say what? Who the hell hangs themself anymore? Sounds fishy to me, but maybe that's because I'm paranoid.

Why didn't she just do her time and in the meantime write a tell all book about all the high-profile Johns she supplied high-quality ass to? I bet a few of them were judges (perhaps even the one that sentenced her?)

It seems absurd to me that she was even sentenced in the first place. Why not sentence the high-profile Johns that create the demand for the service in the first place? Oh yeah, because this is the land of the free, home of the hypocritical.


BARBARA LOVES THE BBC!

In other news, I love how Barbara is bragging about having an affair with a BBC. You're so fucking progressive Barbara! Wow! You're such a renaissance woman! God damn, just because it's in vogue to be fucking BBC doesn't mean it wasn't wrong. He was fucking married, you self-righteous bimbo, which made it wrong. Bottom-line.

Oh, and I finished the add-on chapters to my novel. Yay, I'm finally done, again! I'll be looking for professional editors/publishers at the end of May (when I get back from my mother's funeral). Oh, and the novel is much less whiny, more well-written, and better edited than this experimental blog. I'll also be adding more content that I've been meaning to add once I get this life shit behind me.

Friday, April 18, 2008

I'm just a hired gun...


I was greeted today by a messy desk, which prevented me from finding the assignments the teacher said she left me. I was surprised to find a blackwater coffee mug in the corner of the room. But I shouldn't have been surprised because Los Angeles public schools are pretty much a war-zone. I guess the government is hiring the real thing to mess things up in the public schools these days.




The first three periods reminded me of why I wanted to teach. They were nothing less than amazing. Well, most of them at least, which is a rarity. I'm used to nightmares of epic proportions when comes to my experiences within L.A.'s public schools. It's refreshing when you get a good class full of good kids every once in a blue moon.

During second period the students in the Drama club put on a modern rendition of Hamlet, which was surprisingly good. The best part was when one of the actors tripped over the dead king while uttering the words "Thou shall...Oh shit!" before he fell flat on his face. He was lucky he didn't impale himself on his prop sword. However, he recovered nicely despite the raucous laughter from the audience.

In period three nothing of note happened, but I did break my record for the number of Jose(s) in the same class (8 out of 27). So much for diversity in the Los Angeles public school system.

By fourth period things started going downhill, fast. For awhile there I thought I would have a full day of good classes, which has never happened in my almost three years of substitute teaching in L.A. I should have known that it is impossible for a teacher (no matter how good, effective, or inspirational they are) to have a full schedule of good classes. Not to mention, she warned me in the note she left me.

The future of the city of the future began the class by engaging in ghetto flirting. This is a mating ritual that ghetto azz children use. It entails the exchanging of the most vulgar, disrespectful sexual expressions they can think up. Here's a few things I overheard them saying:

Boy: "Bitch, close yo' legz cuz it smell like a fish market up in here".

Girl: "Well, your cock and balls smell like 100 year old nasty gym shoes."

Boy: "Well, you a butt, azz face who like to take it in the mouth, which means you like to take it in da butt."

Girl: "That don't make no sense."

Boy: "Sure it does. It make perfect sense."

Girl: "Whatever, foo. I bet you got a small cock and are into freaky sex, s and m style like yo' momma is."

Boy: "Hellz yeah I'm into freaky sex! Who isn't!?"

Girl: "Tru Dat."

I could go on and on...

Yeah, I probably should have sent some of them to the office, but what's the point? The office was full as it was, and at least the kids were in their seats, not making a mess, and not being violent. They were even kind of doing their worksheets. In addition, the majority of the class were fucking around, which they probably learned it from wherever they were when they were not in school. When it was all said in done I couldn't do shit about it, so I thought I might as well get some shits and giggles about of it.


Fifth period was even worse as it resembled a kindergarten class aside from them being almost fully grown 8th graders (some were almost as big as me). Nobody could sit still, follow directions, or do anything productive aside from making a mess, insulting one another, trying to pick fights, and make overt passes at the few females in the class who were trying to do their work amidst the ruckus (for some reason it's rare for a really bad class to have any males that try to do anything aside from cause trouble). But all that stuff is really nothing to the everyday occurrences I experience. The most shocking thing that happened today was that I had to break up a fight between two very dark Latinos who were insulting each other by calling each other "black" in Spanish. I tried to reason with them about equality and all, but I was over-matched by the reality of their real worlds that were completely unreal, alien, and unbelievable to me. My world isn't that much different to them, as it is to most people. But they will see, someday. Like everyone else will one way or the other. Time is on my side, not theirs.


Well, the "students" may not be learning much from their formal education, but I sure as hell am. A tangible example is that I should keep up not smoking (41 days and counting). This educational periodical on not smoking that I found the students clowning on inspired me to keep up the good fight of saving my own ass from the perils of the modern world and the dysfunctional mentality it spreads like a disease begging to be cured.



Thursday, April 17, 2008

Gotta Love Those Bumber Sticker Activists....

Keep on fighting the power, man! One more bumper sticker and you might convince someone who otherwise wouldn't agree with you in one of your noble causes. Even better, go on a road trip cross-country and convert the masses one stop light/sign and/or traffic jam at a time!

Is it just me or is everyone in this country as deluded, self-important, and egotistical as me? Does this guy really think anyone is reading his bumper stickers, let alone cares what he thinks? I haven't seen such elitist, self-righteousness since my days in Berkeley walking around Sproul talking about philosophy, history, equality and other totally righteous things while trying to sound smarter and more righteous than everyone else. Gawd, college students are so annoying and pretentious. Man, I'm getting old. Sigh... All those people I used to know are now living comfortable middle-class life-styles and are more concerned about their new cars, new jobs, new clothes, and perhaps a donation to a noble cause every now and then. Everyone is a sell-out. Then again, you've got to sell out before you can buy into the dream. Apparently, my soul isn't worth selling. I should be taking lessons on life from Tucker Max.