Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I live in a shit-hole!

I was browsing my local news on news.google.com today after I got back from my psychotherapist appointment (surprised? no, you're not :b) and was treated to this headline:


Providence cancels holiday fireworks display
Wow.

Providence routinely lights huge bails of wood floating in a river on fire (they call it "Waterfire", I call it "touristy bullshit"), so you'd think they'd be fairly good at managing burning stuff. You'd be wrong, though.

Apparently Providence has been launching fireworks from a plot of land near various state buildings since 2005. That's important because it's only just this year, with not enough time to find an alternate site to launch them from, that the fire marshal has "remeasured" (you can probably read this as: "bothered to measure for the first time") the distance between the fireworks and the buildings and discovered they're too close together to be safe.

And why remeasure now? Because of the "discovery of burns on the roof of the state medical examiner’s office". That's right: for 3 years Providence has been almost but not quite burning down, at a minimum, the state medical examiner's office.

Splendid.

And, partly to give credit where credit is due, and partly to convince you I'm not actually creative enough to make this shit up, here's a link to the original Boston Herald story: http://news.bostonherald.com/news/national/northeast/view.bg?articleid=1104356&format=comments#CommentsArea

and a longer story in the Providence Journal: http://www.projo.com/news/content/PROVIDENCE_FIREWORKS_07-01-08_BJAN5R2_v10.3e822ea.html

Monday, April 21, 2008

Politics ::sigh::

On April 16th, I watched ABC's Democratic "Debate" in Philadelphia. It was wretched and I would like very much to be compensated for the time I wasted on it.

Something has gone very very wrong with our politics, and, indeed, with us as a nation -- it is not a new fault, but it is a festering one, and if it had less critical consequences it would comedic to watch from a distance.

Throughout this campaign process, I have been treated to endless media-driven banter, batted about from every side and in every direction. I have been inundated with meaningless propaganda, assaulted by ceaseless political double-talk, and, in the real final analysis, been told absolutely nothing.

Huge tracts of time were devoted in the April 16th debate to absolute silliness, with middling bullshit like:

  • Does Obama believe in the American flag?
  • Is he more patriotic than Reverend Wright?
  • Does he think Clinton can really beat McCain?
  • Does Clinton think Obama can beat McCain?
  • Does she really think people should get up and walk out of a church if they don't like the pastor?
Even when the questions turned vaguely towards real issues, the answers were thin, patronizing, and intentionally distracting.

It is very likely that they were also all lies.

I put forth this assertion for simply because the art of politics, in those increasingly rare cases when it is not openly and grossly about media glitz, is about bullshit. To a large degree, I tolerate this on the part of the politicians, because, in the end, the public persona of a politician is a surprisingly squishy surface, that tends to ooze into the mold we, as the public, hold up to it.

And there is the real problem: as a country we have decided that we adore meaningless crap. We devour it like candy, and the more of it we're fed, the more insatiable our appetite grows. I am at a loss as to why we tolerate such volumes of useless pseudo-information being flung at us during something so (purportedly) important as a campaign to choose the person who may go on to become the leader of our nation (the campaign to actually elect the president becomes an even more baffling slug-fest of grime-covered crap). Perhaps the explanation is "innocent": we're all just bloody stupid, lazy, ignorant, or disinterested; or, for a more conspiratorial jilt, perhaps we're all intentionally so over-worked, under-paid, and terrified of being attacked by the "enemy" that we aren't capable of rational discussion any longer.

In the end, I don't care if Obama keeps a little stack of silken American flags in his bathroom to wipe his ass with. And in the same vein I don't care if Clinton has marched out of a thousand sermons leaving little comment cards (no doubt with a little American flag pin in the corner) about how a good pastor should conduct a sermon.

Why don't we actually debate something meaningful? And I mean really dig into it. I don't want a 3rd grade shouting match of "my health care plan is better" / "no mine is better!"; I want proof. I want numbers and nit-picky details. I want to be convinced by something mostly irrefutable (that is: by math with a few well-backed assumptions about the future) that one plan is better or cheaper or more feasible than the other.

But that would be awfully dry wouldn't it? It's a lot more fun to run around screaming "Witch" -- I mean: "Terrorist" -- at every opportunity -- and to cheer about "patriotism" and wave our little flags around and pretend that if we just love one candidate enough and hate the other one just the right amount God will come down and take care of sweeping the troops out of Iraq and cleaning up health care and fixing our tragically broken education system and all sorts of other things -- just poof! Now all we have to argue about is which candidate pisses God off the least, and that is more fun than math and financial planning.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Joint Pain

For some reason I keep seeing these terrible commercials for products that are supposed to help "lubricate my joints".

I think my favorite one is the one with the Native American medicine man peddling joint pills.

But today, I want to highlight the following quotation:
"...I don't hear any more cracking or grinding sounds from my joints"

CRACKING OR GRINDING sounds...

If you hear cracking or grinding just coming out of your knee, you should probably go to the doctor. Joint pills aren't going fix that. The reason he doesn't hear any more cracking or grinding is probably just that he's worn down all the bone in his joint to a fine paste. Two or three days after they shot that commercial, I bet he just fell over when his knee-paste gave out.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Type Nicely

Ok, here's a point of order: we, as a race, are not at war with our keyboards. There is no need what-so-ever to slam on them like they were covered with roaches.

Hitting the keys harder does not make you type faster, nor better, nor does it impress anyone around you. All it does is give you a repetitive strain injury (thank god) and me a headache. And I get the headache even if I'm not nearby, I think -- so anytime, anywhere you bash on a keyboard, you're actually giving me a headache. I don't understand it either, all I know is I get a lot of headaches and it's your fault.

The keyboard is your friend, not your 101+ keyed punching bag.