Wednesday, February 27, 2008

From Mezz0:
My Wife Is A Raging Alcoholic

At the ripe old age of nine, my wife was asked to draw her favorite foods as part of a class project:



Look closely in the middle of the drawing. Try to ignore the cartoonish depictions, the ice cream phallus, and focus in on the wine. Obviously, wine is not a food, but let's not judge a nine year old on being unable to distinguish between the two.

Why would a nine year old consider wine to be her favorite anything?

Then it gets even worse. Even worse than little babies with black eyes wearing toilet seats on their heads:




Yes, this WAS is one of the things that makes her happy...Yesterday, today, and tomorrow:



My father in law, a man known for his generosity, appears to have a bit of cunning in him as well. He gave me this immediately AFTER getting hitched. This is going to be a long, long forever.

Update: The Wife says those strange rectangular drawings are of gutter balls, strikes

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

From Mezz0:

Thursday, February 14, 2008

From Mezz0:



Letter To My Freshmen Resident Assistant

Dear Tim,

Before I get warm and cozy and start reminiscing about all the good times we had together, if you are an agent of Partner's In Annual Giving, or in any way affiliated with the Alumni branch of St. Olaf College, leave me the hell alone. I'm serious. Do not abuse the power dynamic of a mentor reaching out to his mentee after years of neglect, and try to hustle me out of my hard earned dollars. It's distasteful. Besides, I really do not have a lot of disposable income to piss away for a new and improved St. Olaf health spa. I'm not saying the kids are spoiled these days, I just feel less pressure to skip meals so as to fund the fleet of monkey butlers who serve as personal attendants to the students who can afford the "Platinum Dorm Plan." You're barking up the wrong tree. In case you slept through Principals of Economics, it turns out you only have to liquidate your 401k funds once for lasting financial damage to take place. Perhaps my enthusiasm got the best of me when I entered into the currency markets betting heavy, then doubling down on the U.S. dollar to recover. Pardon my language, here, Tim, but Allen Fucking Greenspan couldn't have predicted parity with the Loonie in '07, regardless of the troubling international situation. I'm "sporting lint" as certain neighborhoods in Boston use to describe a lack of M1 (hard currency) in their pockets. I live hand to mouth. I collect change under drive-thru windows and spend it on the dollar menu. I couldn't walk a mile in your Air Force Ones.

And if this is any way involving Bhutto, I will not provide safe harbor to you or anyone involved. I have no skin in that game, and no longer think it's funny to play chicken with the Department of Homeland Security. Yes, I've launched my own filibusters against sovereign nations in my younger days, but have no further need for jet-set-thrill-seeking-coup-d'états anymore. I'm married. I have more than just my own health & safety to consider, and no longer believe in taking the chess board that is international politics, and micturating all over the pieces. I've found that diplomats are there for a reason, and not all small countries with weak central governments need a well-armed "catalyst" to fast forward the evolution of civilization. There were plenty of lessons to be learned in the early part of this century, and I intent for those lessons to stick. I'm retired.

I hope I am not a grave disappointment to you, as I consider you a father of sorts, and I hope you can understand that those many hours of Socratic instruction, the grueling krav maga sessions, the psychological limits that were pursued and attained (I still can get my pulse down to 15 bpm even after the accident!) - these were special, formative years for me, and they would not have been the same without you.


Much love,

Mezzo

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

From The Youngest:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue













To the former first lady, the former democratic front runner, the fake hippie itching for a "hippie museum" to be built near Woodstock--and especially to the woman running for president who, deep into the campaign, lost the majority of woman voters in Virginia--Cheers! Your uninspired, cold, calculated campaign of "experience" over "hope" was DOA. It was boring. You campaigned. You showed your face and spoke. The more you did so, the more of your supporters "turned on, tuned in, and dropped out". You are the establishment, man, you are old news. An aging democrat using old tricks, pinning her hopes on racial fear and prejudice. The fact that the tide has turned and women would rather vote for a black man than you says a lot.

I bid you farewell, Hilldog, I never thought you had a chance…and that was before Iowa went down.

I'll let Bob Dylan eulogize your megalomaniacal hopes and dreams.

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

From The Youngest:
What do you want on your Tombstone? Extra cheese and pepperoni?
Actually, I'm surprised that there aren't more banner ads like this on the web. Mezzo, please write me back into your will.

Monday, February 04, 2008

From The Youngest:
What the Pundits Are Missing...





Is that Hillary is basically running a campaign counting on the base democrat voter's admiration for her husband's stint during the "roaring 90's".

Beyond that, she is simply running as a woman.

She is a woman counting on the nostalgia of a nation for a time when things were simpler..when the stock market grew leaps and bounds beyond profits and the US was seeing a historic level of technological innovation. There is no doubt that the innovative growth that existed before the tech bubble burst reshaped the way the world worked in almost every way imaginable, including the latest "mortgage slump". That was a different time.

The US economy, and ultimately our general standing in the world, has stagnated to a lazy crawl lately. Her campaign's "hope" is that people believe that somehow old-school democratic wrangling can take us back to our generation's most recent golden age. This is completely unrealistic. So they have to rely on their failsafe:

She is a woman. A vicious, unwomanly villain...but a woman all the same.

Generally, most people would see that as a negative...but that isn't a bad place to come from when ALL of your voting edge, aside from your home state, is coming from registered women aged 45+. When you hear the woman pundits defending and rationalizing her actions on the television, you realize how much this has become a "sex race" to them...and they aren't being challenged when they start spouting off crazy woman-talk defense of her actions.

The most interesting thing about this contest, and this point of US history, is the bizarre sexual/racial tensions that makes it valid and interesting for a TV host to question the relevance of the black vote on the primaries (whether speaking with a black pundit or not)...but there is never that level of discussion about whether a woman can carry the vote (even when speaking to a woman pundit). Apparently, our culture is beyond sexism. Racism, on the other hand, is still relevant.

...and so, the massive number of woman voters over 45 years old is, by far, the most important voting block in the primaries.

I personally would expect that the south would much rather vote in a well-disciplined negro than they would some crazy batshit woman who reminds them of adultery, blowjobs, scandals, and hippies. The more she can distract them from those old legacies, the better her chances. The more she can remind men that this is a race based election, the better her chances.

The wonderful thing about Obama is that he is the perfect antidote to a woman candidate running a campaign based on history. He has turned the hook of the primaries to being the first multi-racial president instead of the first woman president. From being one in a line of inevitable "royal" families to being a fresh, new candidate who's existence wouldn't be possible without the old guard of dirty hippy democrats (LBJ?).

He ultimately represents the potential of a new brand of democrats...I just wish he'd run on a fiscally responsible platform (instead of baseless idealism, and I'll take that any day of the week over anybody except McCain), which would give him the potential of completely revolutionizing what it meant to be a democrat vs. a republican...if only Obama could embrace being fiscally conservative, isolationist, socially liberal, God loving (state specific abortion rights), and environmentally progressive...and he succeeded only a little bit, we'd actually see a demographic shift in voting trends in the future.

Hillary, though, is based on the old guard. She is also why the entire "race" element has come into play lately. It is exclusively a Clinton ploy in the hopes that the democratic primary is going to come down to a sex vote (much more than the shallow belief that they were trying to stir racial tensions in the south with Bill comparing Obama to Jess Jackson, etc).

They want people to worry about race. The more they do that, the more they encourage their base supporters. That is, woman aged 45+ who, for whatever reason, vote a shitload more than the rest of us. It is scary to think about their brittle bodies shuffling off to the voting booths, determining my fate as they mark in their scan-trons, underarm flab flapping in the breeze.

These are just my drunken thoughts, though, and how I think Obama could win and make something interesting happen.

I vote McCain vs Hillary
I vote Paul in Obama vs McCain
I vote Paul in Obama vs Any Other Republican, except in a close race when I'll go with my dark horse...God help us with a Mormon or a Baptist.

SUPER TUESDAY!!!