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Respect Me ... or DIE!!!

I am infuriated by the lack of respect that my co-workers have for me.  I recently overheard someone in the break room quoting my manager as having said that I "tend to leave garbage all over the counters, and explode burritos in the microwave", and let me tell you, I nearly smashed that guy in the face with my coffee mug. 

It's not that what he said was false ... I often microwave burritos for a good five or six minutes, because I love that dull, meaty popping sound they make when they blow their beef-and-beany goodness all over the place, and I usually don't feel like throwing my own trash in the garbage cans because I know there are other people who will take care of that for me.  But for other people to talk about my actions as if there is something wrong with me, that's just completely unacceptable.  It's intolerant, and I won't stand by while that sort of behavior is allowed to go on in my work place.

To protest management's tacit approval of such unenlightened commentary, I have ripped the coffee maker out of the break room (it's under my desk), smashed the glass out of the vending machines and scattered their contents all over the office, and crammed the microwave in the toilet.  Also, I have made several effigies of the offending co-worker which I plan to burn every hour, on the hour, until these barbarians I work with finally give me the proper respect that I deserve.

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Newsflash for the GOP

So somehow I ended up on the GOP.com mailing list.  I don't actually recall ever signing up to receive email from them, but it's entirely possible that I did so at some point.  I keep getting emails from them (they call me by the wrong name, but that's okay), and today it struck me as interesting how often the folks over there talk about needing my support to secure a Republican victory this fall.  The one I got today didn't actually mention any specific issues or candidates.  It just reminded me of how important it was that I get out there and support the party.

I'm not sure if I should tell them or not, but I actually don't care if Republicans win this fall, unless of course the other candidates happen to be less qualified, or less trustworthy, or strongly disagree with me on a wide range of issues.  I guess I'm not a very good Republican, since I'd actually consider voting for another party, if said party happened to front someone I deemed to be a superior candidate.

But I still like to see people do well.  It's my nature.  Normally I would charge thousands of dollars an hour to formulate and present the incredible political strategy I'm about to reveal here, for free, but I'm feeling generous today, and also I know no one is reading this anyway, so I can probably still sell it later.

So, GOP, here is the way to absolutely GUARANTEE my vote this fall:
Nominate people of integrity who make good decisions on important issues.

Revolutionary?  Maybe.  Crazy enough to work?  Try it and see.
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Surviving the Game

You'll know we've arrived at a healthy place in "race relations" in our nation when a reality show can create teams based solely on ethnicity, and no one cares.

Those will be the days when someone will be able to look at me and say "You are a white dude" without intending it to be an insult, and I'll be able to hear it without getting defensive.  Very young children are often excellent examples of this ideal, if their parents haven't corrupted them.  Hang around a diversified crowd of kids long enough, and you're likely to hear something like this:

White kid: "How come your eyes are like that?"
Chinese kid: "I'm Chinese."
White kid: "Oh, cool.  Want to play?"

In the above case, we might say that the White Kid "doesn't know any better" than to ask such a question.  In this day and age, though, it would probably be more accurate to say the Chinese child "doesn't know" that he should be offended by the question in the first place.  Children often have a remarkable grasp of the obvious.  But somewhere along the way, we develop the idea that we need to be "more sensitive", which more often means we become less sensitive, but more adept at disguising our ignorance.

Personally, I look forward to seeing what I can learn from the Great Social Experiment on the Cook Islands this September.




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Everyone's the Fat Kid Now

Good news!  Adolescent abuse of overweight individuals is on the decline, thanks to the No Child Left Behind act!  Or, to put it another way, all of our kids are fat and it's the Federal Government's fault.

Once again, President Bush has failed failed failed, and this time his blundering has destroyed the health of our youth.  By blindly requiring students to learn basic facts during their time in public schools, as measured by a tyrannical series of tests, the President has driven our children into the soul-crushing prison of obesity.  But are any of us surprised, really?  Clearly, if you don't require children to meet and maintain federally-mandated standards of physical fitness, there is no hope for them to acquire any degree of such fitness on their own.  If it weren't for the oppressive mental educational requirements that Bush has heaped upon our poor youth, it would be entirely possible for them to receive quality physical education from the very institutions that were doing a remarkable job on both fronts before Bush ever got involved.

What good do basic math or language skills do for anyone who is trapped on the road to heart disease and diabetes from an early age?  Parents across the nation must unite and demand better for our children!  The future of our great nation depends on the ability of our federal government to make our progeny into active and productive members of society!  After all, if the government can't do it, who is left on Earth that possibly could?


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Monsters in the Basement

Kids can be so cute.  My son recently began refusing to go to sleep at night unless I first perform a thorough search for (and elimination of) any monsters that may be lurking in his closet or under his bed.  Both of those locations are, of course, prime spots for monsters, so I can understand the fear, even though I'm pretty sure that I've never allowed any monsters into his room, and I've never actually found any in either place.  Nevertheless, the fact that I do the checking seems to reassure him, and it's pretty easy to do, so I don't mind undertaking the ritual for his peace of mind.  It helps me out, too, since a happily sleeping child requires far fewer nighttime comfortings than one forced to cower beneath blankets in the corner of the bed.

Every once in a while, I'll round up a monsterling from the backyard and dispatch it, and then show it to my son.  That might seem cruel or unnecessary, but it actually makes the little guy feel better, since he knows if I ever were to find a monster in his closet, I could still take care of it for him.  He feels better, I feel better, we all sleep well at night.

Except, sometimes I have a hard time ignoring the fact that there are no fewer than 37 full-grown monsters in my basement.  At least, that's how many there were last I checked.  Which was a while ago.  And I don't mean the cute-and-furry Sesame Street variety either.  The smallest of them is easily twice my height, close to three thousand pounds, and has more teeth and claws than a great white shark, taped to a tiger, glued to a bear, tied to a lion, covered in dentures and sponsored by Lee Press-On Nails.  I'm quite certain that if one of those things ever decided to make the trek upstairs, I would be utterly powerless to prevent it from having its way within my humble home.

I don't let my son go into the basement, of course.  I tell him that there are icky spiders down there, and it's best to let them have their space, so we can have ours. 

I guess it works out pretty well, though.  I check under the bed and the closet every night, and he goes to sleep content to know that Daddy made the house safe.  And Daddy tries very hard not to think about the basement.
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Me, in 2008

I've decided to run for President in 2008.  I was going to wait a while, but I've just finished developing a powerful campaigning tool, and I don't think I can keep it under wraps any more.  It's so incredible, no challenger will be able to withstand its calculated, brutal effectiveness.  I like to call it my Anti-issue Defense System, or ADS for short, and it runs on a simple Two-Party Power Supply.   All I have to do is declare myself as a representative of whichever side has the most registered voters, and I'm virtually guaranteed a win.

Undoubtedly other people will want to be President too, and will challenge me, citing nonsense such as my "lack of political experience" and an "incoherent platform" and a "lack of knowledge concerning fundamentals of history and economics" as weaknesses.  But that's where my ADS comes in.  Whenever such an attack occurs, my ADS automatically activates, effectively defusing the situation through a series of escalating mechanisms.

First, the ADS employs Moral High Ground Deflectors, dismissing any issue raised as a smear-tactic deployed by the evil and ignorant henchmen of That Other Party, intent on attacking me personally, rather than focusing on Important Issues that Matter.

If the issue continues to garner attention beyond a couple of days, stage two of my ADS deploys Reflexive Secondary Issue Chaff, which points out a fault of the Challenger's party in broad terms and disperses it through various means incessantly for 72 hours.  After that point, all but the most persistent of concerns will have been forgotten.

In the unlikely case that stage two is ineffective, my ADS goes into offensive mode, where it fires salvos of Obscure Voting Record Rockets at the Challenger who raised the initial issue.  These are particularly difficult to defend against, because they spiral wildly from their point of origin, and are often fired from unexpected locations.  Most often, even when successfully avoided, these rockets damage their intended target near the edges.

Heaven help any Challenger whose issue escalates to the dreaded fourth stage of my ADS.  It's simply called "The Exhumer".  I don't really like to talk about it, because it is so awe-inspiringly insidious, I'm almost ashamed to have created it.  But in short, The Exhumer uses a powerful search engine to locate every single bit of information ever recorded, by any means, in any medium, made either by the Challenger, or in reference to the Challenger.  I'm talking everything ... newspaper articles, campaign speechs, yearbook signings, elementary school essays, camera phone pictures, everything.  It then applies an algorithm that filters out context and rates words or images on their potential offensiveness to a targeted audience.  After matching highly rated material with the largest possible target audience, it then unleashes its findings.  The scariest thing about the Exhumer, though, is that once it's activated, it can't be turned off.  Even after its source has been discovered and disabled, its findings frequently echo into eternity.  Really, it was designed to be more of a deterrent than something to be implemented.

Finally, my ADS has a passive mode, which accomplishes two things: 1) it quietly hums a pleasant picture of me out over the airwaves, and 2) it subtly reminds people that the only votes that count are marked either Democrat or Republican.   I have never been able to get it to subliminally deliver any information of substance, but it should be sufficient to give people the impression that I'm likeable, and that I play for the right team, which is really all I'm after.

As long as I keep people focused on how much worse off they'll be if the Other Candidate wins, I'll be in good shape. 

I look forward to spending your tax dollars soon!

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Me vs. the NFL

I'm preparing to wage a legal war on the National Football League for their discriminatory practices.   I decided earlier this year that I'd like to play pro football this season, and thought I'd make a pretty good QB, because I played Madden once, and even though I didn't win, I did pull off some pretty good plays.

Well, imagine my surprise when I was told I had neither the experience nor the athleticism "required" to play professional football.  The only other time I've been met with such blatant discrimination was back when I tried to join a wolf sanctuary.

First off, who made the NFL the Ultimate Judge of athleticism?  And what is "athleticism" anyway, except a socially-constructed illusion, designed solely to create a permanent underclass of sports consumers, upon whom Big Business organizations (such as the NFL) prey?  It isn't my fault that I weigh 140 pounds.  It's simply the result of my genetics.  I can't believe that the NFL would have the gall in this day and age to dare suggest that my biological composition would have any bearing on my ability and my right to play football at the highest level.

And citing my lack of experience?  Well, excuse me Mr. NFL, I'm so sorry I wasn't raised by parents actively engaged in encouraging me to play football.  Not all of us are born into environments where we have rich Corinthian leather footballs handed to us in sliver super bowls.  Some of us were busy doing things like working on homework, watching TV, and playing video games, while others had the opportunity to enjoy two-a-days in August.

And I hate to play the race card, but should I be surprised that I'm being rejected on the basis of ethereal things like "athleticism" and "experience", when I happen to be white?  I mean, if you look at the NFL's player roster, it's pretty clear that whites are massively underrepresented, as compared to the US's general population.  I'm not saying the NFL is racist, necessarily, but I do think a review of their selection process is in order.  Surely there are some metrics that can be introduced to ensure a more balanced representation of our nation.

I don't expect my suit against the NFL to gain much traction ... they have far too much money to spend defending their entrenched methods of selection, which I like to call "Team Building Processes of Hate".  But I do hope that every Monday night, football fans everywhere will remember my maltreatment and consider watching a movie instead of supporting the oppressive machinations of the NFL.





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The End to Poverty

Sorry for the lack of postings this past week, but I've been feverishly working on my plan to end poverty in America, and I think I've finally got it worked out.  It's surprisingly simple, which is, I believe, why everyone has overlooked it so far.

I had to do quite a bit of research to get all the math right, finding characteristics of minimum wage workers in 2005 and corresponding tables of data, and what not, but at last I am ready to unveil what I like to call An End to Economic Woe for Our Generation.

Step 1: Raise the minimum wage to $96.15/hr
Step 2: Prosperity for all!

If the brilliance of the concept isn't readily apparent, consider that a worker earning $96.15/hr at 40 hours a week for 52 weeks a year brings in about $200,000.   It's not a fortune, really, but it should be enough that even large families can enjoy a moderately comfortable lifestyle.  The real beauty of this system, however, is the fact that it puts all workers in the IRS's second highest tax bracket, meaning the federal government gets a whopping 33%!  It's win-win!

As a side effect, we'll also enjoy an easing of the competitive stress that so many lawyers and doctors and other traditionally high-earning professionals face.  Medical school weighing you down?  That's okay, you can still enjoy a moderately comfortable lifestyle working as a greeter at your local discount ultramarket, or assembling tasty hamburgers at a fast food restaurant.

With so many 16-19 year olds earning such wages, there would be a drastic reduction in loitering, and student loans would hardly be necessary for anyone.  The economy would explode, generating even more jobs, which means more money for workers AND the government!

The great thing about this strategy is that it neatly dovetails into my plan to end world poverty.  Simply add:

Step 3:  The United States of America annexes all current non-US territory

With all working citizens of the United States of Earth earning $200k+, we'd see not only an end to poverty and hunger, but likely to war, what with everyone being so busy enjoying their moderate comfort.

With such an elegantly simple solution, I just can't foresee any problems arising. 


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The 1000 Gnome Dilemma

So I returned from my summer vacation and discovered gnomes had moved into my backyard.  They're fairly small, but there are about a thousand of them, and they were mighty unruly, so I invited them to sit down on the lawn to help me come up with some ground rules for them all to follow.

At first, I thought it would be pretty easy, but man ... trying to come up with rules for a thousand gnomes can be a real headache.  I started with what I thought was going to be an easy one ... no gnome should be allowed to kill another gnome.  I admit, it was selfishly motivated.  The only thing worse than dealing with a live gnome in your backyard is having to clean up a dead one.  I know some of you know what I'm talking about.  Anyway, no sooner than I had decreed No Gnome Murder, Sagwi (a scruffy little fellow with an orange hat) piped up and argued that it might be necessary to occasionally murder a gnome if, for example, the victim insisted on playing his frow-horn at all hours of the night.  We discussed it at length and after creating a list of exceptions over three hundred pages long, I decided maybe we should move on to something else and come back to that one later.

So I proposed an Every Gnome Must Tend His Own Plot rule, requiring each gnome to maintain his own individual part of my yard.  I suggested it because I was pretty sure they didn't want me running around with a lawnmower back there.  Almost all of them agreed that it was a reasonable requirement, but then Howfet (another scruffy fellow with yellow trousers) explained how he was allergic to grass.

I proposed a No Frow-Horn Playing After Dark rule, in the interest of saving as many little gnomish lives as possible, but Flen (also scruffy ... there may be a pattern) protested because he has sensitive skin and can't practice outside unless the sun's down.

My No Muddy Gnome Feet in the House suggestion was shot down by Hark, whose feet are too large for the usual gnomish boots.   And my No New Gnomes in My Backyard suggestion?  Grop has relatives two yards over that he hopes to bring in next spring.

I took a new tact.  I tried an All Gnomes May Frolic proposal.  It was defeated by a vocal minority (of two) who strongly opposed frolicking of any sort.

After nearly 46 hours of attempted legislation, I gave up and went inside.  My backyard is in utter disarray, and I haven't slept because of all the frow-horn playing, but if we can't come up with a set of rules that works for each gnome, I don't guess there's much point in having rules at all.



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I Am What I Am

One of the biggest problems with American Society today is the fact that it is just so incredibly intolerant of what it doesn't understand. 

Case in point: I look a lot like a human, but I know deep down in my heart that I am in fact a wolf.  However, when I recently tried to retire to a wolf reserve in the hopes of starting a pack of my own, I was met with staunch resistance.  Actually, that's putting it mildly.  What I was really met with was bald-faced discrimination ... out-and-out speciesism.  Instead of listening to what I had to say, the ignorant hicks at the reserve kept calling me a man, even though I repeatedly asked them to refer to me by my preferred designation, "Lupine American".  At the end of it all, the local authorities went so far as to bar me from the premises, insisting that because I am biologically human, that somehow gives others the right to prevent me from expressing my true wolfdom.

Imagine my outrage when I took my case to a number of lawyers and found not a single one willing to stand up to this outright oppression.  More than a couple even suggested that I visit a mental health professional!  That's right!  These people were telling me that I have a mental disorder!  Sure, "lycanthropy" is defined by Merriam-Webster as a "delusion", but that concept is based on fear and social constraints more at home in the Dark Ages.

I hope one day that future generations of wolves-in-people-clothing like me will be able to roam the open countryside of this great nation, eating elk and moose with their brethren, free from the close-mindedness of backwards, progress-hating oppressors that would rather see us locked in cages.



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True Patriots

It's so refreshing to me to know that everywhere you look in the media, you'll find Champions of National Security and Advocates for the Persecuted. 

Whether it's reporting details of a classified program designed to track terrorists through their finances, disclosing information about wiretaps meant to gather intelligence on potential domestic conspirators, uncovering secret CIA interrogation facilities, or seeking the prosecution of government officials brazen enough to expose the identity of a covert operative to the press, these bastions of Patriotism are courageous beyond reasonable expectations, placing them on a rarely-achieved level of bravery that can only be labelled 'Heroic'.


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Sh - This is Important

The best thing about living in the US is that we American Citizens can rely on the finest reporting anywhere in the world to keep us abreast of all critical news, handily prioritized by our trustworthy Media Professionals.  In other countries, I'd be willing to bet that news outlets are cluttered with stories of the on-going fighting in Israel and Lebanon, along with the responses of the Iranian and Syrian governments.

And while it's true that our news folks are also carrying those somewhat humdrum puff pieces, the truly consequential events are what grab the headlines in the USA. 

At this very moment (4:20 pm on 7/17/2006), the top story on the home page of CNN.com trumpets the globally significant headline: "Open Mic Catches Bush Expletive on Mideast".  By comparison, the much-ballyhooed BBC buries the same story down in the Americas section, under Business, no less.

Moments such as these further illustrate just how different (and better) we are than the rest of the world.  While some folks are focused on superficial events bound to change from day to day, we're fortunate enough to have newspeople who stop at nothing to gain insight into the very hearts and minds of the people closest to those events.  Sure, thousands of people might be fleeing Lebanon, but so what?  They'll probably all return home eventually.  Bush's use of a curse word in what was supposed to be a private conversation, on the other hand, has far-reaching, international consequences that may very well change the course of world history for the next 500 years.

Why is the international community so silent on this monumental event?

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Tall Fence Retirement

I've finally created a solid retirement strategy.  It all starts with a Tall Fence.  That's really the biggest investment I have to make, and as long as I can get it completed before the neighbors figure out what I'm up to, I'm pretty sure that the rest of the plan is flawless.  The trick is getting a fence tall enough to keep nosy people from peeking over it without significant difficulty.

Once that's in place though, step two is pretty easy ... I spread the word that I have some unspecified number of enormous (but portable) termite nests in my basement, and that I'm willing to unleash them on any one of my neighbors' homes.  Once the neighborhood is all abuzz, I'll simply demand that everyone send me food, fuel, health care, and spending money enough to support my family's preferred lifestyle.  That's the real beauty of the plan ... it cares not only for me, but also my children, and their children, and on and on until my line of marvelous progeny exceeds the borders of my tiny yard.  (Of course, even though I'll require people to send me spending money, I won't actually be spending it.  I just love the unmistakable, crinkly feel of a good cash mattress.)

Every now and again, to make sure everyone knows I'm serious about letting loose my insect arsenal (which, by the way, is well within my rights as a sovereign household to have), I'll lob a few wads of paper with a termite or two into their yards.  I think it's important that my neighbors respect me.

I haven't decided yet whether or not I actually need any termite nests.  I'm pretty sure that I just need to make the idea that I have them plausible enough, and the Tall Fence should take care of the rest.  And as long as no one else in the neighborhood adopts my plan, I'm fairly certain it's foolproof.


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Gambling with Votes

If you happened to be cynical, it might be easy to feel like your Senators and your Representatives were somewhat out of touch with issues that are truly important to your life, liberty, and/or pursuit of happiness.  Heck, even though I'm optimistic and completely oblivious to my surroundings, I even caught myself thinking such a thing not too long ago.  But just yesterday, as if it somehow sensed my doubt and concern, the House passed a bill that bypasses partisanship and political wrangling, and goes straight to the heart of one of the most important issues of our day.

In a Shining Example of Legislative Brilliance, the House finally worked out and passed a bill aimed at obliterating that Scourge of American Values, online gambling! 

If you look back over all that's happened since 2000, and closely examine the evidence, you'll notice there's a common thread connecting the American People's concerns over terrorism, civil liberties, voting, immigration, oil dependency, gun control, abortion, Supreme Court decisions, gay marriage, border security, war in Afghanistan, war in Iraq, government spending, weapons of mass destruction, relations with North Korea, relations with Iran, relations with France and Germany, prison reform, education reform, Social Security reform, identity theft and fraud, and tax relief.  And that Silvery Thread of all Evils is, of course, online gambling. 

Nothing tears apart the fabric of society and threatens the integrity of our fine Republic more than thousands of Americans from diverse backgrounds socializing with one another (and worse, foreigners!) over a seemingly innocuous game of nickel/dime pot limit Texas hold'em in their so-called free time.  Truly, the great danger inherent in such a vice is the very fact that it seems so innocent.  But all this time, you dastardly online gamblers have been undermining the foundation of our country, destroying the work of the great Patriots who came before, and probably leaving toilet seats up across the nation.

Fortunately for America, our forefathers had the wisdom to install a government that above all else has insight enough to rescue us from our own foolishness.  Do you doubt it?  Look no further than  H.R. 4411, Champion of Bills, and you will see our Illustrious Congresspeople have had the forethought to ensure that their new legislation will impose no new limits on the time-honored tradition and fundamental economic boon that is Gambling on Horses.

I don't know about you, but I will sleep well tonight, knowing that my Representatives are working hard to resolve not superficial, trendy issues of the day, but rather those Root Causes that affect so many areas of all of our lives.

And a tip o' the hat to my good friend Wayland for calling this to my attention.

Please, if you think you may be a problem gambler, get help:
GamAid.com - Directory of Gambling Help

If you're out to destroy America from within, why not try ParadisePoker.com?  Traitor.



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Say That Again!

A few weeks ago, several news outlets reported on the findings of a recent study.  Here's a quick sampling (links were active at time of posting):

CBS News
American Institute of Physics
Boston.com: Courtesy of the Boston Globe

If you don't feel like reading the reports, I'll give you the general findings:  According to the study, non-hispanic blacks have better hearing as adults than whites, and women generally hear better than men. 

When I read the report, I immediately fled into my Firestorm Bunker, for fear that both Government Officials and Presidents of Prominent Institutions of Higher Education would be dragged out into the streets and brutalized for having dared to allow such a suggestion to be made.  But much to my surprise and chagrin, when I recently exited the safety of my hidey-hole, I discovered no smoking craters or burned-out buildings.  Apparently, despite the widespread coverage of the Offending Report, no one recognized its progress-reversing, unenlightened implications.

This so-called "scientific" study has the audacity to suggest that biological differences exist not only between "races", but also between "sexes"!  The report even claims that the research is consistent with previous findings!  To quote from the story as reported on Boston.com: "Previous research reached similar findings about racial and sex differences, but the new study by scientists with the federal National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health was the largest national sample to report such a finding, specialists in acoustics said."

Federally funded scientists!  Claiming such nonsense!  For all their study and research, did these "scientists" learn nothing of sensitivity? 

Are there no calls for the stripping of credentials and burning of such irresponsible suggestions? No screams of indignation?  Where is the collective outcry?

Or did I just not hear it?




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