- Villagers. Fuckem. But it does bring up an interesting question: just how many fucking years are we going to hear Paul Ryan's name on a daily basis in election seasons? Cause fuck.
- I'm still pissed off that that motherfucking Pastor Sanctimonious column from Friday (it doesn't get another link) pissed me off. I've a tablet page written last night on why, it might appear elsewhere or not, but at least the purge did me the good of saving me aargh over this piece of shit Fuckface Hiatt editorial.
- Actually, tablet is bursting. It's not bleggalgazing, which isn't to say bleggalgazing doesn't make appearances, but a re-selfoscopy re: what the fuck am I doing. I've deleted the rest of this bullet. It will appear here and/or elsewhere sooner or later or never.
- But yes, what I will do with myself once my obligations to getting my daughter to adulthood are discharged is being considered. I still have a contract with my complicity, one I made 24 years ago when someone agreed to marry me, one I will honor. With love.
- Ryker is 60 today. Lurch with your shoulder while tugging at your tunic all day in honor.
- I'm not daydreaming of taking myself off grid, btw.
- Yes, that Johnny Boy song is somehow connected too this, not sure how or why.
- Did you see this blog go noxzema bottle blue for ten minutes last night just for the fuck of it? Made me laugh, did it's job, gently punched me in the balls. Kept me from reorganizing the blegrells to - folks are just as moribund at the bottom of Becauses as they would be in the graveyard.
- Pussy Riot infographic.
- Motherfucking crackers.
- Motherfucking Obama.
- Motherfucking everyone.
- Paul Ryan's epic drum solo.
- Police state.
- Should Libertarianism be Cultural Leftism w/o the State? (h/t via twitter)
- The nature of capital.
- Core political beliefs.
- Lisa wants you to read this.
- A word from out sponsor.
- Motherfucking Obama.
- Pyramid insurance.
- Texas justice.
- I still say Cabin John Bridge.
- Post-peak woodwork.
- Motifs of anti-intellectuals.
- Sebald and Joy Division.
- A friend's playlist.
- Manufacturing consensus.
- A friend's playlist.
VASECTOMY
Philip Appleman
After the steaming bodies swept
through the hungry streets of swollen cities;
after the vast pink spawning of family
poisoned the rivers and ravaged the prairies;
after the gamble of latex and
diaphragms and pills;
I invoked the white robes, gleaming blades
ready for blood, and, feeling the scourge
of Increase and Multiply, made
affirmation: Yes, deliver us from
complicity.
And after the precision of scalpels,
I woke to a landscape of sunshine where
the catbird mates for life and
maps trace out no alibis—stepped
into a morning of naked truth,
where acts mean what they really are:
the purity of loving
for the sake of love.
