We've made it, all the way to the 21st Century, just to discover we're lost.
Good/bad, right/wrong, up/down, it's all the same now.
And, if it isn't, "I don't care" will work as a fall back.
As a friend recently wrote, "I got jam in my knees, and I'm ready to spread..."
No, I've decided I cannot explain how absolutely fucking profound those words were in context.
But how can it?
Here's Sergeant Randy Fincham, a Vancouver Police spokesman, on psychics:
“Prosecutors would have to be able to prove, beyond a reasonable doubt, that the ‘bad guy’ doesn’t actually have these powers and … I don’t even know how you’d go about proving that.”
Folks, that's the level we're working with here.
I mentioned he's a Sergeant in a real live Police Dept., didn't I?
Yet his hands are tied.
You can see that, can't you?
So much of it centered on baby making, it felt oddly retro — not in a good way — L.A. New Age earnestness further dulling its edge.
O.K., maybe you can't.
But it should be as clear as the nose on your face.
It's a grey area, where we have to see all sides, and if people are preying on others - you understand.
"I got jam in my knees, and I'm ready to spread..."
Did you see American Glob's list of Five Bloggers I’d Like To See On FOX News?
I wasn't one of them and it kills me.
Because it means I'd have to see and hear more tired bullshit if I even watched FOX News.
Part of the overall problem can be summed up by this question:
Don't these fools realize they just lost an easily winnable election?
Why would anyone keep listening to the same lames?
The winds of change should be blowing.
Again and again.
But, to be honest, I ain't hearing any of it,…