At the Eve of 2008

2007 (or, as I like to call it "The Year of the Mongoose with Tourrette's Syndrome") is coming to an end. It only seems fitting to have a kind of retrospective, looking back at all the nonsense and various liver-quaking events of the last 365 1/4 days.

This year, of course, marked the birth of The Dark Side, as well as the formation of The Free World Radio Network. For me, this is obviously a milestone, as it marked my return to the air, as well as illustrating the point that I am not alone out there. For those of you reading this, it marks an obvious milestone, as it means, well...you're reading this.

2007 also heralded Rob Zombie's attempt at directing a remake of Halloween...we all know what I thought of that.

This year, we also had to bid an indifferent "so it goes" to Kurt Vonnegut Jr.,a man who inspired me to become unstuck in time and explore the truth about mirrors.

That irritating, blonde borderline celebrity with the huge fake knockers snuffed it.

And finally, 2007 marked yet another year during which I was not invited to participate in a wild, semi-legal three-way sex-jam with Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.


*sigh* Maybe next year.

Sweet, Hairy Nipples of Christ! I Have a Blog!

Look, I know I've said I'd be keeping this up to date more, then, immediately thereafter, I disappeared for nearly two bloody months.

I've some good excuses.

I've had a lot of people coming and going through my home, plus, I can't account for much of my whereabouts from November 12 - this morning, owing to vast quantities of an unidentifiable (yet thoroughly amusing) blue-green powder I've been consuming lately.

I'm back here, though. Yes, it may be sporadic for a while, owing to the numerous people still using my home as a bit of a way-station, but I'm here none the less.

While there have been huge and profound occurrences in the world of politics since my last entry, I'm going to deliberately ignore those for now.

Instead, I'm just going to randomly rant until something at least mildly humorous to me comes out on the page. This could take a while.

Recently, I've come to the conclusion that more people need to be pointed to and laughed at. I know, that sounds a bit calloused, but hear me out...

We live in a society where we celebrate those who are famous for no reason whatsoever (Brittney Speares, Paris Hilton, George Bush, etc) and every one of them wind up doing something (or many things) that are pathetic by the standards of sentient beings, yet, there are those amoung us who think these..."people" are being treated unfairly.

From the right-wing radio monkeys who think George Bush is being attacked because he's not a Democrat, and he will go down in history as being "a great president" rather than "a scientific experiment gone horribly wrong" to the odd, weeping genetic construct on You Tube entreating us to "leave Brittney alone! She's a human being!", I see our society crawling with (and, sometimes seemingly dominated by) individuals who can't seem to grasp the reality that there are some animated, pseudo-sentient sacks of meat that are, in essence (or, in at least one case, in a legal sense) dominating our country.

The question used to be "how dumb do you have to be in order to think a video you take of yourself giving head to your boyfriend won't be made public when you are the heir to a vast fortune and a very public figure?"

It has now become "Why do you think, after this video has become publicly available, that George Bush will be remembered as anything OTHER than a rich, idiotic slut?"