It's a very strange time in this country. Josh Hamilton, for instance, noted the overpowering smell of marijuana wafting in the outfield at AT&T or Pac Bell Park, or whatever they're calling it this week. LeBron James looked absolutely confused, mortified, and scared Tuesday night when he was lustily booed in Boston. The Democrat Party has become totally delusional at the close of this ridiculous political season, attacking these strange Tea Party people on baseless personal grounds. All the while, our fearless, pathetic, fake leader, one Barack Hussein Obama, is going to India next week and taking like 800 members of the government with him - leading me to the conclusion that Barry might be setting up a government in exile in Mumbai. It's all very weird. The most insane laden thing I've seen though involves the guy on the MSNBC - the one who steals from Edward R Murrow and used to work with the En Fuego guy on the ESPN. I was scouring the World Wide Web of Deceit last night and came across an "essay" he'd read over the air earlier in the week. The thing went on for close to 20 minutes. In it, the MSNBC guy ripped into the Tea Party, excoriating all them as devils. At points he compared them to pro-slavery southerners, fans of lynchings, and corporate elitists from robber baron days. It was mostly incoherent. Which is fine, when you're angry sometimes rational thought loses way to something very akin to demagogic rambling. What strikes me about the whole rant is this: a man who slammed W night after night for years, now despises those who voice dissent against the man in power and the liberal policies that the MSNBC guy supports so fervently. It's blatantly hypocritical, and a bizarre spectacle, watching him belittle people who simply disagree with him. I'm looking forward to checking out his analysis and reaction next Tuesday night - he might walk off the air in disgust, or drop dead from a massive coronary. Seriously, he was that out of control with rage in the rambling piece from earlier in the week. Strange days indeed, as John Lennon said.
As far as my little, pathetic, boundlessly delusional world is concerned, things just churn on close to normal. I was out at Wing Joint the other night for a little bit and got into an interesting conversation with Tess (not the Thomas Hardy Tess). She was commenting on the turnout for my birthday get together earlier in the week and noted the large number of folks who stopped in to wish me well throughout the evening. I'm not sure exactly how many folks made it a point to stop in, as I was wasted. But for a Monday evening, and considering the fact many of them could care less about MNF, it was a big turnout. Tess speculated that lots of people must like me for this turnout to have happened. And I thought about that for a few moments, then told Tess that I have virtually no idea why anyone would like me, but that I am entertaining. I admit that. I can get a group of people almost pissing themselves with laughter for some reason. As for Tess, she seemed to be unsure why so many people might like me as well. As the conversation seemed at a standstill, I put out my Marlboro Light and strode back inside to the bar, had Dave pour me another indiscriminate light beer, and resumed drinking.
Speaking of Dave, I told him that I'm running out of derogatory synonyms to describe his Glenn Beck fetish, as I've used dozens the past 7 or 8 months. And that from here on out, I will cease referring to Dave on this blog with having any connection to Glenn Beck. I'm not sure that he believed me, but after today I am stopping. You'll see, Dave.
Goose was out last night for the FSU/NCSU game at Wing Joint and was none too pleased with the outcome. Anyway, at one point Goose informed me that he had spent some time earlier in the day doing a bit of babysitting for a co-worker. He was watching her 6 year old daughter. When informed of this, I asked, "You didn't molest her, did you?" And Laurie was sitting to my left at the moment, heard my query, and said, "That is so wrong." Goose didn't seem too offended, he just said "Fuck you, asshole." Then he went out to smoke.
Lots of talk her in the Gate City has centered around Halloween costumes this week. As the drunks remain gleefully ignorant of what's going on in the world. Anyway, Dave has been talking about dressing up as a Mexican for the occasion. Only he's having a dickens of a time coming up with a proper costume. Dave showed me something he'd bought at Party City that was supposed to imitate traditional Mexican dress - you know, those burlap looking things that Mexican bands wear over their heads as they serenade folks with La Cucaracha or whatever. The thing Dave bought at Party City is multi-colored with oddly feminine pastel stripes. It doesn't look authentic. The worst thing about it is that it's too small. When he tried it on last night, it looked like a bib that they'd give retards in a group home. He's gonna have to get something different I think. That is unless Dave changes his costume to be a bib wearing retard in a group home. Then, he'll look spot on fabulous. I told Dave that if he really wants to dress up as a Mexican, all he has to do is walk around in ill-fitting jeans, a sweat soaked T-shirt, wielding a leaf blower.
Speaking of Halloween, I don't dress up to celebrate. Which reminds me of the last real Halloween party I went to back in 2004, in Durham of all places. I went to this party with my friends Jen (Happy Birthday, Jen!), Josh, and Tod Cannon. While there I remember having a conversation with a guy called Z, he was quite distressed that I wasn't in costume. And I remember Z told me at one point that I looked like an asshole preppy. I laughed at that. I'm sure Z was dead on there. Another conversation I had that evening was with a way to the left guy named Dan. I had worked with Dan quite a bit the previous 3 or 4 years and I liked the guy. He was easy to work with, good at the job, and had a great sense of humor. Now, you might recall that Halloween 2004 was just days before the big presidential election and Dan was dressed as a shrub to mock old W. It was a pretty good costume. We started talking politics and Dan was convinced that the imbecilic lefty John Kerry was gonna win. I talked to him for 15 or 20 minutes, trying to convince him to not get his hopes up. I was 95% certain that W was gonna prevail. But Dan was a true believer. I could never convince him. Alas, I think Dan was near suicide the following Wednesday when Ohio went to W and ended the matter. Since then, I have heard that Dan has moved into some kind of leftist cult-like commune in Virginia - eventually cracking due to W's reelection. It's kinda sad really. As I said, I liked the guy a lot. That same night was also eventful because it was the night that Carolina upset 3rd ranked Thug U - the highlight of the John Bunting era in Chapel Hill.
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