I was thinking about something again the other day when Josh was talking about getting advice from Sweetness 7's owner concerning some type of tea. I wonder if their fixation with Barack Obama has come to an end with the recent circular firing squad type of activity going on in lefty circles? There is a part of me that hopes so, since I feel it is a big "FUCK YOU" every time I walk into the shop. You know, maybe when I go to a coffee shop I just want a cup of coffee and a muffin. I don't go there much because of this. Too bad because their coffee is the best around if you ask me.

I'm always learning new things. Some are hard lessons, others are easy. One thing I've never been able to do is take it easy on myself when I screw up. You have to be able to forgive yourself. So right now I'm in the process of learning. Let's hope I learn fast, because I don't want to struggle or hold onto any guilt.

Well. I doubt I'll make it to the NYE party tonight, which I'm not at all happy about. I definitely, without question, have the runny nose, throat issues and cough. No way can I go to a party and get people sick no matter how much I enjoy the bubb. So I hope everyone has a great time and most importantly I want everyone to a man to get home safely.

As for me, shit, now I don't know. I actually watched a movie this week, Inglorious Basterds, and I laughed my ass off at the Nazis getting scalped, blown up, et cetera. There certainly will be shit for TV tonight. Maybe I'll watch another movie. Or rent a game. Who knows.

What's in a resolution? I made it something practical last year, so I'm going to choose something which should be very simple to do. I'll let you know when I decide on that something.

Let's suppose that the watermelons get their way and they get put in charge of telling all of us what to eat (bird seed), what to drive (nothing), where to live (stacked on top of each other), how often we can shower, how many children we may have, et cetera. I don't really believe it is politically feasible to force Americans to give up freedom based upon the whims of the watermelons, but we'll entertain this hypothetical anyway.

We would be doing all of this to allegedly save the world? There is a part of me that says, I'll be dead anyway, and I don't give a damn regardless of what alleged naughty thing humans do, or alleged calamity may befall us. There is another part of me, the same part of me that makes me afraid of God and Jesus, that wants to hedge my bets and say, you know, we should live like serfs for the benefit of our children. Even those of us who have no kids and no vested interest in anything that happens after we die.

Then there is yet another part of me that thinks a world where people are controlled like this isn't worth living in, and isn't worth saving. It's funny how human solutions so often involve one person having control over another person, often at the barrel of a gun. It's easier to do that than to suggest constructive alternatives. Usually makes you richer as well.

I actually read a NYT article yesterday attempting to defend the hypocrisy of people like Bloomberg, and the Goracle, saying we shouldn't pass judgment until we are in a position to afford to ride a Gulfstream. I've said it before somewhere, but if you believe in your heart the world is going to end, you would just as soon put a gun in your mouth than get on that Gulfstream, or get into that Limo, or buy that mansion. At least if you believed in what you were saying. It doesn't flatter the elites of the world in Copenhagen blowing off all this carbon. As I always say...."You first."

One of my Facebook friends posted this link up today, which I had previously seen on Drudge or one of the other million places I check daily, but anyway I've got an itch to talk about this - it's actually a defense of the tabloid media.



I have very little sympathy for people who stray from their relationship, as many of you well know. If you're a rich and powerful person, the pull must be so strong. You have girls sent to your room without your knowledge, even when they're not throwing themselves at you wherever you go, and you're always away from home. I would like to think I would be above it if I were in their shoes.

What really bothers me is the media tends to absolve themselves completely in these situations. What, your life is fucked? We had nothing to do with it...but by the way, buy the next issue to get details on ALL ELEVEN blow up doll bimbos you (allegely) slept with. What's their cup size? What kind of lingerie do they like? What clubs do they check out? Page 11, baby.

I don't think that making a dollar off of someone else's demise is a moral thing to do. I don't think this is a good trend for our culture.

It goes much further than this as well. Because I read Daily Mail online every day, the fact that Lily Cole is in the Pirelli Calendar half naked was old news to me. Sure enough, on my HuffPo App today, there is Lily Cole's lovely photo, tarting up my iPhone. You click of course, but if you bother to read the article you learn she is at Cambridge going to school, and that she doesn't model very much these days. By the way, she also seems to be much more well adjusted than most models who get an interview. The media sells rags, and gets clicks based upon what her naked ass body looks like. I wonder what her cut is? Even more importantly - seriously now - do we want to continue to tell little girls THIS is what your value is?

What has this celebrity obsessed, tabloid style media done for us? Other than sell advertising, absolutely nothing. Whatever I read on HuffPo is on the LEFT side of the page, not the RIGHT, and I wish I had the choice to filter out the tabloid garbage. Maybe I do and just haven't looked into it. I know, I know, you're saying just stop reading HuffPo and contributing. But I like my App and I like current events.