So True...

Found this over at Fark.com. Fuck Nostradamus, this man saw the future with a clarity that rivals a Hi Def Satelite signal

The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.

The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

-H. L. Menkin 1920

Home again, home again...

We were at home for the weekend and it was pretty weird. We went to a movie Saturday afternoon and were stunned by the crowds. Usually we're the only people in a theater.

I'm taking the time to catch up on paperwork and clean up the house. I'm also puttering around the shop doing maintenance. (I love puttering) The shop makes getting projects done a LOT easier. Prior to heading to Las Vegas we needed a lightweight mannequin system. The regular ones are way to heavy and bulky to ship. Solution? Inflatable mannequin dress forms and copper pipe stands. My friend Grim kindly taught me to solder over the phone and the results were so good I designed and made two portable lights for the show as well.

We've been thinking of 'getting away' (fleeing) for the hollidays. So I checked my passport and lo, I need to get it renewed. This send Rossana searching for hers as well. I heard a scream as she discovered that hers was already expired. The knowledge that she couldn't leave the country kind of freaked her out. I mean, this is the woman that didn't fully unpack after moving in with me for two years. Needless to say, I have been on the internets getting the applications and we'll likely pay the extra $60 to get them expedited.

This is D and Monkey, who's wedding we were attending in Las Vegas. These pics are from the Fantasy Festish Ball, which was a pretty sweet party. 

These ladies were discussing who got to ride the bed first. It quickly turned into a catfight with lots of hair pulling and loss of lingerie. Actually, that part is a lie. The two ladies are economics majors discussing the merrits of the 1860 Hawley-Smoot tarriff. 

My sweetie next to a custom bed that has many interresting features including lights, 12 restraint points, a sit & spin and a steel ball which I assume is used to punish your parrot when its been naughty. 

Wouldn't it be nice if YOUR garden pixies looked like this? 

This is Aliki looking stunning in her Princess Leia outfit created by a talented chap named Tomak 

Every girl's crazy for a sharp dressed man 

Hey! I have psychic powers!

So I guess I pegged this one. Colin Powell and three more gone. Adding to my sneaky weasel theory, Colin wrote:

"I am pleased to have been part of a team that launched the global war against terror, liberated the Afghan and Iraqi people."

He also said he "brought the attention of the world to the problem of proliferation, reaffirmed our alliances, adjusted to the post-Cold War world and undertook major initiatives to deal with the problem of poverty and disease in the developing world."

First, this is horseshit, second, Why does he sound like he's posting his resume? The only thing missing is the use of the term 'synergy' and 'paradigm'.

Dumb Monkeys

Well the election is over and true unmitigated ignorance has won out over clear, rational thinking. I will confess here and now, that I thought in my heart that this thing was in the bag for Kerry. Really.

My reasoning wasn't so flawed as you might think. It went something like this: When you enter that voting booth, that it. You are alone and away from the prying eyes of the world. You are free to vote how you truly feel. And I thought that people, despite whatever they told their friends and coworkers and political party, would quietly vote for Kerry in an attempt to put a stop to the madness of this regime

I was BALLS OUT wrong.

The one consolation is that Bush MAY turn out to be a lame duck. We just need to keep him isolated and politically immobile. Isolation won't be hard. 49% of the country and much of the world hates him. His cabinet had had enough of this moron. These are tough jobs under the best of conditions, but 4 years under Bush has taken its toll for these people. I won't be surprised to see Colin Powell go. At one time I thought I could vote for the man if he ran for the Oval Office. I didn't think he would enter the political arena because he just seemed too nice and straightforward a guy. But after his performance at the U.N. there are really only two possibilities; he's become a lying weasel or he's an idiot. Neither possibility inspires my vote.

That can pretty much summarize my opinion of a lot of senior level officials. Lying weasel or idiot. Maybe a bit of both. Below is s a concession speech from a third party candidate. This is a man who will never get the popular vote, but he does speak him mind. Enjoy!

November 03, 2004
Concession Speech
[Former candidate Felber, flanked by his family and supporters, steps up to the podium in the bright autumn sunlight.]


My fellow Americans, the people of this nation have spoken, and spoken with a clear voice. So I am here to offer my concession.

I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people. Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him. I never saw that coming. That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special.

I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That's pretty powerful stuff, and I didn't see it. So let me take a moment to congratulate the President's strategists: Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio... well, that was just genius. Genius. It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls. The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited "moral values" as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy... Who'd have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that.
[Boos.] Now, now. Credit where it's due.

I concede that I put too much faith in America's youth. With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples' tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage that you did in 2000. You suck. Seriously, y'do. Thank you. Thank you very much.

There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends here in Los Angeles. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about 'em. We in the blue states are the only ones who've
been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling "Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!"

More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I'm impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it's not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it's not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.

Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us... we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear. And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values. You knew better: America doesn't need its allies, doesn't need to share the burden, doesn't need to unite the world, doesn't need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it's got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are
willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have. Because we're "morally inferior," I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we've done just that.
It's not a "ha-ha" funny joke, I realize, but it's a joke all the same. Being an independent candidate gives me one luxury - as well as conceding the election today, I am also announcing my candidacy for President in 2008. [Wild applause, screams, chants of "Fel-ber! Fel-ber!] Thank you.

And I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time I will run with all the open and joking contempt for my opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the "media elite," and the "white-wine sippers." This time I will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don't.

So that's why I'm asking for your vote in 2008, America. I'm talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade- school grads. Vote for me, because I know better, and I truly believe that I can help your smug, sorry asses. Vote Felber in '08! Thank you,
and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you.

The return of the KING

So I leave my old job as a small cog in a vast machine.
I stop blogging.
I let the hosting for the site expire.

You think you're out... and then they pull you back in again.

A lot has happened in the past year. Maybe some of it should be told...

So I log into Blogger.com and what the hell do you know but my account still works! So I cough up a few bucks and restore the site. I used a template since the original HTML I created would need to be seriously overhauled to work with some of the neat new features. I'll likely redesign it soon. Right now I just need to get the kinks out. Blogger has really developed over the last year and there are a lot of new and keen features that will make it easier to update the site even while I'm on the road with only my trusty Sidekick II. Stay tuned.

The usual suspects

From the left Devin (Big D) Bryan McPhail (Sparkles) Me (the wookie) Dale Gantz (Dirty) Ron Wynn (Ronsil Donsil) Branden Campbell (Seinfeld) and Lynn Greenfeather

It is very likely that I will miss some or all of these people.

Sweet Realease.

Yeah, so I'm FINALLY unemployed. At LAST. I thought I would be trapped counting parts and sweeping up a goddamned warehouse until the end of March. My last day at work was friday, although 'work' by this time has become a very very loose term. I deleted the last of any evidence of software piracy and first person shooters off my computer and basically waited for them to check off that I didn't steal anything. After that, it was off to the bar. I won't bore you with the details yet. I have WAY too much shit to do before departing for Forida. I'll post some pics here tomorrow. Peace.

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Wh-What? You're kicking me out???

Ungrateful Limey bastards! They'll PAY for this...all of them.