Thursday, January 19, 2006
Optimism and Playboy
So I've garnered a bit more of an optimistic angle on life in the last 48 hours. Democracy Now has had two guests in the last two days who each qualify as fucking heroic men, and the notion that some of these guys are still out there, or have existed in the past has helped me to find a bit more resolve in the Idealistic World.
The Story of Hugh Thompson, and how he intervened in the Muy Lai massacre; then remained steadfastly loyal to his military even as they shit on him. It's a helluva trip to think about someone in a situation like that who just decided to do what he thought was right.
Then today we've got the formor British Ambassador to Uzbekistan, who has been leaking his memos and raising awareness of just how shitty America's major 'ally' in the war on terror actually is. The stories coming out of Uzbekistan are worse than those stylized paintings by Herionimous Bosch (sic, I'm sure) describing the tortures of hell. I'm not happy to hear the details of the crimes of this terror state, but I appreciate a man who stands up for truth and speaks it to power.
This weekend, there will be an international tribunal looking into the war crimes of our current President. It's a fucking hell uv a thing.
I'm going to pay close attention and blog about this laters.
So I picked up the latest issue of Playboy, the one with the Al Franken interview. I'm only half-way through it, but I just had some pleasant thoughts about how swell it be to sit reading a Playboy (for the articles) while listening to the Beasties while your woman surfs on her lap top accross from you. How many evag men could get away with that? Nope, it would be some rediculously irrational display of insecurity and faux righteousness. Poor bastards, they are not even allowed to grow to a level of casual familiarity with their sexuality.
If I have any young readers who seek advice, today it would be this: Enjoy every minute of your unique and fleeting consciousness. Wait to find a woman who has at least fought the demons of oppression to a reasonable stand-off, which usually takes somewhere in the early thirties. Pair up with acceptable partners, but don't commit until you are comfortable. Don't get insecure and try to grab the first one you can get your hands on, wait for quality.
Date enough so that you are familiar with the products, or you won't know quality when you see it. (insert adequate sarcastic smirk here.)
The Story of Hugh Thompson, and how he intervened in the Muy Lai massacre; then remained steadfastly loyal to his military even as they shit on him. It's a helluva trip to think about someone in a situation like that who just decided to do what he thought was right.
Then today we've got the formor British Ambassador to Uzbekistan, who has been leaking his memos and raising awareness of just how shitty America's major 'ally' in the war on terror actually is. The stories coming out of Uzbekistan are worse than those stylized paintings by Herionimous Bosch (sic, I'm sure) describing the tortures of hell. I'm not happy to hear the details of the crimes of this terror state, but I appreciate a man who stands up for truth and speaks it to power.
This weekend, there will be an international tribunal looking into the war crimes of our current President. It's a fucking hell uv a thing.
I'm going to pay close attention and blog about this laters.
So I picked up the latest issue of Playboy, the one with the Al Franken interview. I'm only half-way through it, but I just had some pleasant thoughts about how swell it be to sit reading a Playboy (for the articles) while listening to the Beasties while your woman surfs on her lap top accross from you. How many evag men could get away with that? Nope, it would be some rediculously irrational display of insecurity and faux righteousness. Poor bastards, they are not even allowed to grow to a level of casual familiarity with their sexuality.
If I have any young readers who seek advice, today it would be this: Enjoy every minute of your unique and fleeting consciousness. Wait to find a woman who has at least fought the demons of oppression to a reasonable stand-off, which usually takes somewhere in the early thirties. Pair up with acceptable partners, but don't commit until you are comfortable. Don't get insecure and try to grab the first one you can get your hands on, wait for quality.
Date enough so that you are familiar with the products, or you won't know quality when you see it. (insert adequate sarcastic smirk here.)
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So, are you done drooling over the centerfold yet? I'd like to get a look at that article before the magazine gets too slimey.
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