My life's intention is to evolve into the greatest human being who ever lived.
I am sitting here waiting for that to happen.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
The Way It Is
I saw the ultimate commentary on the shallow meaningless of our society this morning on my commute to HELL.
Passed a woman. I think of her as a New Hampshire woman, but I'm sure you can see the same disgusting stereotype in Iowa and Nebraska.
Obviously waiting on the school bus.
Built like an NFL linebacker. Sucking on a cigarette. "Smart" phone glued to her ear. Her very young daughter clinging - and I mean clinging - to her leg.
Ignored.
If I wasn't running late I would have pulled over and punched her in the face.
Passed a woman. I think of her as a New Hampshire woman, but I'm sure you can see the same disgusting stereotype in Iowa and Nebraska.
Obviously waiting on the school bus.
Built like an NFL linebacker. Sucking on a cigarette. "Smart" phone glued to her ear. Her very young daughter clinging - and I mean clinging - to her leg.
Ignored.
If I wasn't running late I would have pulled over and punched her in the face.
Good Luck
I lied.
I love winter.
I love New England.
Good luck figuring out where the hell I'm coming from.
I love winter.
I love New England.
Good luck figuring out where the hell I'm coming from.
A Tough Way To Live
This time of year is exceptionally difficult for pumpkins and turkeys.
Must be a tough way to live.
Must be a tough way to live.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Ode to September
September.
You are here.
Be gentle with me. Treat me like summer.
Give me all the heat you have to give.
Please....................................
This is it. The last gasp.
There is nothing ahead of me but cold and snow and anger and intense hatred of this place called New England.
Again. And again and again and again.
Please......................................
The only life I feel comes from heat. And sun.
I am begging you.
Be gentle be hot be summer.
When you are gone I will hang my head low and slide into the dark the cold disgust and depression for 9 long months.
I will accomplish nothing I will feel nothing I will be dead barely breathing.
Please September.
You are my last hope for 2015.
My last opportunity for life in this year.
You are here.
Be gentle with me. Treat me like summer.
Give me all the heat you have to give.
Please....................................
This is it. The last gasp.
There is nothing ahead of me but cold and snow and anger and intense hatred of this place called New England.
Again. And again and again and again.
Please......................................
The only life I feel comes from heat. And sun.
I am begging you.
Be gentle be hot be summer.
When you are gone I will hang my head low and slide into the dark the cold disgust and depression for 9 long months.
I will accomplish nothing I will feel nothing I will be dead barely breathing.
Please September.
You are my last hope for 2015.
My last opportunity for life in this year.
Best Be Careful
My brain is leaking out of my ears.
Very dangerous.
I have precious little brain left to leak.
Very dangerous.
I have precious little brain left to leak.
Don Orsillo Redux
There is no truth anymore.
It doesn't exist. What is left in its place is spin.
Or truthiness.
I believe the concept of truthiness was pioneered by Steven Colbert but I don't have the energy to conduct deep research.
On line, truthiness is defined as "the quality of seeming or felt to be true, even if not necessarily true."
That definition makes perfect sense considering the shallowness and sheer stupidity of the general public.
Carol and I specifically settled down last night - I timed the burgers on the grill precisely - to catch the ferocious backlash we expected Red Sox fans to express at the first home game since Don Orsillo got screwed.
There was nothing. A Don Orsillo void. We saw no signs, we heard no drunken shouting, no disturbances in the stands.
Eventually Carol advanced the idea that people came to the park with signs but those signs were confiscated.
Subsequently I learned that "to prevent a potentially embarrassing scene NESN moved its pregame show from Yawkey Way to a more secure spot near the Red Sox dugout."
I listened intently today to sports talk radio (my son has created a monster) and was rewarded with yes and no.
Were signs confiscated? No?
Typically there was no definitive answer, Yes they were, no they weren't, fans who were there called in - yes they were no they weren't.
I read up a little more before I ventured in here - same goddamn result.
In 2015 you have to decide what your own version of the truth is. And if you think The Boston Red Sox are above confiscating signs you are Bambi. If you think NESN would avoid showing on camera any signs that were snuck into the park you are Bambi.
The safest point of view to take in this world is to assume that corporations lie, they distort the truth, they will do anything to pretend that they are not evil.
For The Boston Red Sox and NESN to ignore public opinion and attempt to hide the fact that Red Sox fans are furious about the screwing that Don Orsillo is enduring, reflects their cold hearted lack of humanity and fear of and inability to deal with the truth.
They are like little children. If I close my eyes it doesn't exist. If I close my eyes it will go away.
The lack of respect for Don Orsillo - the lack of respect for Jerry Remy - the lack of respect for Red Sox fans - is disgusting, insulting and amoral.
These assholes created this situation - NOW DEAL WITH IT.
Dan Shaughnessy wrote an article exposing the fact that Red Sox employees were instructed to confiscate "We love Don Orsillo signs" last night.
Later in the day that fact was deleted from his column with no explanation.
John Henry owns The Boston Globe for whom Dan Shaughnessy writes.
Give Don Orsillo some dignity, for Christ sake. The Boston Red Sox and NESN screwed up, you screwed Don Orsillo and crushed his dreams.
Have the guts to broadcast the backlash and give Don and the fans the satisfaction of having their say.
Then go on and run your goddamn empire with the ruthless determination you feel is necessary to treat human beings like dirt.
It doesn't exist. What is left in its place is spin.
Or truthiness.
I believe the concept of truthiness was pioneered by Steven Colbert but I don't have the energy to conduct deep research.
On line, truthiness is defined as "the quality of seeming or felt to be true, even if not necessarily true."
That definition makes perfect sense considering the shallowness and sheer stupidity of the general public.
Carol and I specifically settled down last night - I timed the burgers on the grill precisely - to catch the ferocious backlash we expected Red Sox fans to express at the first home game since Don Orsillo got screwed.
There was nothing. A Don Orsillo void. We saw no signs, we heard no drunken shouting, no disturbances in the stands.
Eventually Carol advanced the idea that people came to the park with signs but those signs were confiscated.
Subsequently I learned that "to prevent a potentially embarrassing scene NESN moved its pregame show from Yawkey Way to a more secure spot near the Red Sox dugout."
I listened intently today to sports talk radio (my son has created a monster) and was rewarded with yes and no.
Were signs confiscated? No?
Typically there was no definitive answer, Yes they were, no they weren't, fans who were there called in - yes they were no they weren't.
I read up a little more before I ventured in here - same goddamn result.
In 2015 you have to decide what your own version of the truth is. And if you think The Boston Red Sox are above confiscating signs you are Bambi. If you think NESN would avoid showing on camera any signs that were snuck into the park you are Bambi.
The safest point of view to take in this world is to assume that corporations lie, they distort the truth, they will do anything to pretend that they are not evil.
For The Boston Red Sox and NESN to ignore public opinion and attempt to hide the fact that Red Sox fans are furious about the screwing that Don Orsillo is enduring, reflects their cold hearted lack of humanity and fear of and inability to deal with the truth.
They are like little children. If I close my eyes it doesn't exist. If I close my eyes it will go away.
The lack of respect for Don Orsillo - the lack of respect for Jerry Remy - the lack of respect for Red Sox fans - is disgusting, insulting and amoral.
These assholes created this situation - NOW DEAL WITH IT.
Dan Shaughnessy wrote an article exposing the fact that Red Sox employees were instructed to confiscate "We love Don Orsillo signs" last night.
Later in the day that fact was deleted from his column with no explanation.
John Henry owns The Boston Globe for whom Dan Shaughnessy writes.
Give Don Orsillo some dignity, for Christ sake. The Boston Red Sox and NESN screwed up, you screwed Don Orsillo and crushed his dreams.
Have the guts to broadcast the backlash and give Don and the fans the satisfaction of having their say.
Then go on and run your goddamn empire with the ruthless determination you feel is necessary to treat human beings like dirt.
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