Who Warped American Values? (Your Life's A Cartoon)

Bugs and Thugs is a 1953 animated short film in the Looney Tunes series produced by Warner Bros. Cartoons, Inc. but - despite thugs being shown engaged in criminal activity - featured no blacks.

Smashing Day

 I started this post early in the morning, and then had to leave for the day, working. I was planning on saying something about the difference between Tony Soprano and James Gandolfini - especially this thing about everybody checking out his stool sample - but then I ran across The Idiotic Cleanse Craze and the Modern Theology of Juice Fasts and - struck dumb - I thought, what more is there to say, huh? 

 Can't a guy just die?

   

 No, of course he can't. Because everybody else is scared to die. Can't just live either. Paula Dean (is that her name?) got asked a direct question, gave a direct answer, and now she's gone from the fucking Food Network. Crazy.

What country do these people think we live in? She's supposed to get her own reality show.

   

 One thing about living in America, as opposed to other countries I've visited, it is a cauldron. Like, try as I might to avoid even thinking about race (because I know it's unimportance) I can't escape everybody else thinking about it, acting on it, whether pro or con. So there's an unavoidable undertow, no matter what I think. The numbers, who aren't here yet, are too vast. If you're Huck Finn and all the rubes are in class, what does that leave for you to deal with today? Hall monitors and thugs. 

 And a lot of strip mawls if you make it out.

   

 So nothing's surprising. Looking at things now, from my marriage falling apart to the Republicans running Romney, I'm STILL feeling (a little) like Bugs Bunny when he "stepped" out of that falling house, defying gravity as it's smashed to pieces. That's supposed to be our heritage - and instinct. 

You want to play this game? Go on, play it. Over there.

There's enough of everything to keep you busy.

   

But "Bugs" would outsmart 'em and "Tony" wouldn't do it.

  So get beat up if you want to (said the man with a stab wound in his back) I like it as it is:

A TMR tip of my evening beer to "the pursuit of happiness,..."

I Fixed TMR's Donation Button (It Broke Out Of Greed,...)

It's hilarious that my readers have been more concerned about/aware of the blog's broken "donate" button than I have, but the last donation I received - which was the computer I'm writing this on - has changed my life so radically I barely have time to post anymore.

Or at least like I used to: 

For instance, I've just spent the entire last week dealing with software issues - I'm talking pulling my fucking hair out - in an effort to create something I can give back to TMR's readers. No shit.

That should tell you where my priorities are/have been. To those who have donated, or plan to, I am as grateful as one of those swollen-bellied African kids should be for a sandwich, but my mind has honestly been on the work - whether it's changing minds online, or preparing to eventually do so offline. (Yeah, I suffer from serious tunnel vision,...) Don't get me wrong:

I want the money - but I need it to do what's important. 

So look over on the right (under that outstanding quote by "Mr. Rational") hold your nose, and do the dirty deed - knowing I'm rubbing my hands together on this end, repeatedly saying:

"I am The Crack Emcee - bloggillionaire. I own some passion and a rock."

Screw that - keep it in the realm of possibility:

"How you know me doctor?"

Cracks me up, every time,...