Saturday, April 07, 2018
Three Rivers Mall, Longview, WA, 4/7
Sitting in Panera Bread, nursing an iced tea and looking out the window. It's gray & it's sunny & it's rainy & it's not rainy because it's April and Western Washington just can't make up its fucking mind.
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Walking through the Ballard Sunday Market-
-and see all these miserable 20-somethings leading around their miserable 50-something parents, all of them wondering when this "fun Sunday lunch" in jr's crowded, hip neighborhood will finally be over. And realizing that I'm living in the 20-year middle ground between those two states. Can't wait to be a grumpy old man...
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Looking out the window of the Old Pequliar-
-and becoming the abyss, and staring into everyone who stares into me.
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Red Leaf, Kelso-Longview, WA
I can't tell if the people in here are subpar and should treated with my absolute contempt, or if I'm just a misanthropic fuck who doesn't belong in the company of just regular folks. Six of one, I suppose.
Sunday, October 02, 2016
Just offered Jack a sip of my Guinness-
-and he held his hands up and said. "Oh, no thanks." He then explained, "I like another type. The one with the lime?"
I may be feeding my nine-year-old too much beer.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Ruminations while waiting for Jack's art class to empty out-
I fit into my current career like a loose tooth in rotting gums.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Probably just a coincidence, but just finished a story-
-about time-traveling soldiers beating Hitler to death. Didn't realize it was the anniversary
until I started researching the bunker. Hmm.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
June and striding
The sitting and the thinking and the typing and this is Seattle in June, chilly for tshirt and shorts but just right for moving and moving and putting your legs down against the world and feeling your blood going and your heart singing and your head clearing and if you can just maintain forward motion all the bad things will clear off and the good things will make themselves so obvious and lovely and pure, but you've gotta keep going even though you know that sometime you'll need to rest and recoup but every step puts you further and further from that crestfallen moment and you put yourself as far away from home as you think you've ever been where the houses are odd and the streets are new and you don't think you've walked here before or even driven here or been driven through here and it's been hours of a straight line and God knows if you're still in the city or if you've walked into some fucking suburb or left the state, crossed an ocean, left the planet, it's just you and laying down the steps to take you back in time or into mist or somewhere other than where you've been and if you do it enough, pay your penance, you can walk out of you shit situation, extract yourself from the life you didn't realize you were building and stride with long steps into the place you've always deserved to be and this goes and goes until it's all just traffic passing you by and stale endorphins floating in your blood and a quick scan of the signs tell you exactly where you are and you stop on a corner, breathe deep, turn on your heel, and head for home.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Jesus, whatever you do-
-don't go home again. Just lost the last hour or so rereading the older posts on this thing. I used to be happy and deliriously upbeat and full of interesting shit to say. I'm feeling like I've lost a LOT over the last decade. Meh.
Maybe that'll be the long-term usefullness of the blogs we all started and abandoned in the 'aughts -- some perspective on where we've gotten, and how powerful we used to sound.
-and I found myself here and poked around and found that I had 66 pageviews on this thing yesterday. I haven't posted here since 2010. What am I missing?
And, hey, if you're just discovering the beauty of me thinking that posting profane comments on the web is exciting, welcome aboard, friend-o!
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Hey look -- actual election fraud!San Francisco police have arrested an election worker but have not recovered 75 ballots he allegedly stole from a polling station, police said Wednesday...
Karl Bradfield Nicholas, 50, of San Francisco left his post at 4:15 p.m. on election day at the station on Knott Court with the ballots and a memory card that recorded the votes cast, said Lt. Lyn Tomioka, a San Francisco police spokeswoman.
Of course, I'm sure that millions of illegal aliens were voting Democratic at the same time, but nobody bothers to report that, right?Here's
and interesting Salon
article detailing how the most prevalent voter fraud is actually state-sponsored voter suppression -- challenging the voting rights of residents of low-income minority neighborhoods seems to be the most common tactic. Really, how many people are going to go to the effort of traveling to a civic center to prove that they've got the right to vote?
Also, let's not forget Bush's notorious U.S. attorney firings
, which everyone seems to have agreed were motivated at least partially by those attorney's unwillingness to push a political agenda of pursuing spurious claims of Democratic voter fraud.
While actual numbers are shockingly hard to come by, it seems that fewer than a hundred people have been convicted of voter fraud since 2000, and those were individuals who double-voted, voted in the wrong district, etc. Voter fraud just isn't that big a problem. Apparently, the system works.
Labels: Voter Fraud
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