The lunatics now officially own the asylum

I am sorry , dear readers, to bring up the RNC again but it's really on my tits and driving me batty. Our current government irritates me to a level of here to fore, unimaginable chaffing. Not the dish type of chaffing but the, rubbing wet skin against other wet skin kind of chaffing. When I heard that upwards of six thousand police and security would be on hand for the RNC in St. Paul this year, two things went through my head. The first was the song "Police State' by Agnostic Front and the second was "Wow, this is gonna be ugly and stupid". Now, on the second day of the convention, I realize that I am right. It is bad, stupid and very, very, police statey. Amy Goodman was arrested for "interfering with a peace officer" . If you do not know of Amy Goodman, she is a writer and investigative journalist and former news director of Pacifica Radio in New York. She was arrested in St. Paul while still wearing her press passes to the RNC and, word has it, treated rather physically by the fuzz. That is a very sad part of the story, partially because, even though the press pisses me off on a regular basis, their freedom is part of our constitution and also, even though she has been through a lot of turmoil in her reporting career I am sure, I could probably tear Amy Goodman apart like a wookie that lost at space chess. She is not an imposing mountain of angry bull dyke after fourteen years on a prison barge with no company other than fat, flatulent man mounds. She is a fifty one year old journalist that hapens not to agree with the sixth reich of Reaganism that is currently in power. I just wanted to rant, because, as a writer of things that bug me, i wish to keep the freedom to write about them sacred
. Here let me leave you with a Bush quote, I believe it was March 22nd 2006

" I mean, the minute we start trying to suppress our press, we look like the Taliban."

Hey, I know who you are gonna be for Halloween, Osama Bin Login' . Sorry, that's a Northern Minnesota joke.

Did I ever tell you guys how much I hate stupid people?

Good night and good luck.

On the topic of protests

I was recently invited, by a friend of mine, to protest the Republican National Convention in St. Paul. Yes this is the same convention that claims the protesters are anarchists and not protesters, like I wrote in my last online piss fest. I will not take my friend up on this offer to protest, not because I like the good old boys and their fat old club but, well for one, I do not believe that protesting really works in numbers smaller than twelve million and second, if I am in, or near a crowd during a riot, protest, concert, what have you, I become a target for security and cops. Not to arrest but to sometimes harass and test pepper spray on. I guess I do feel that this country is heading down a slippery slope toward creepy third world status but I also feel that spending three hours in the shower washing my skin with whole milk is really not gonna change the face of politics in America. For those of you that do not know, whole milk can be very soothing on the skin if you have recently been maced. Just a helpful hint for any of you, would be, criminals.

I do have to admit that I do love a good riot, not so much being involved but more or less, watching from the side lines. I have seen a few good ones in my years on this planet but, if you are not above or well outside of the action, you do face the threat of blow back landing on your shoulders, even though you are simply observing. Case in point. I travel back in my mind to a anti-fur rally near downtown Minneapolis. A couple of my friends along with myself and several adult beverages, decided we should go watch the commotion and craziness. Apparently some of the protesters were placing tungsten bike locks around their necks and locking them to the stair railing outside of a fur supplier downtown. We could not miss this. Not only was there the opportunity to witness and accidental strangulation but when the cops came to cut those locks off with the diamond edged blade a possible decapitation or evisceration was on the books to boot. Anyway, we got downtown and I decided to wander near the mess of crazy people that hate it when other people wear dead animal flesh, even though the animal is done with it. So there I was about a half a block away from the edge of the crowd, just being drunk and enjoying sitting and laughing at the people I felt were below me because I was not crying over my leather boots. As I sat and giggled at misspellings on signs, a fight broke out in front of me. I did nothing I simply sat and watched it happen and smiled my drunken smile. Suddenly two of MPD's finest show up and pull the fighters apart, they quell the situation, survey the area and...pepper spray me. FWITT right in the face, no rhyme, no reason just spray the guy that is watching and not joining in. I could not have even been mistaken for a hippie. Shaved head, black boots, white t-shirt. Not a hippie! Just pepper sprayed for being me.

There was no follow up after the spray hit me, I was not arrested for loitering and I was not offered a "sorry man" I just laid back and clawed at my eyes for a few minutes. Then I went home and had some whiskey. That is just one experience I have had like that but there are others and that is why I do not go to protests. That and I hate the stank 'O' hippies.

Yay, I am pissed off again.

Sorry dear readers. I know I have been slacking in my rants as of late, not much to write about really. Brett Favre is over done. Our President is a moron. John McCain is insane and losing it more each day. Barrack Obama is okay in my book as far as politicians go. And as far as life goes, I work so much that I don't have a lot of time to be pissed off. That is, until today. I thought the high point of the Republican National Convention coming to Minnesota was when I explained to a "Young Republican" uber conservative Christian, that him, having tickets to the Rage Against the Machine concert, was probably the most explicit example of music to person irony that I could think of off the top of my head.

Then I turned on the T.V. and the world was fun again.

The local Fox channel was airing the local news. They were discussing security or something for the upcoming RNC thing in St. Paul and the assholes at Fox news were spewing the average amount of mouth dookie that they tend to spew about our living rooms when we accidentally flip them on as we search the airwaves for Survivorman. Usually I pay them no mind and make them go away but this time was different. They said a word that caught my attention. The word was "Anarchists".

Let me clarify the story. Apparently there are protesters planning to block bridges and motor ways to the convention. Form human blockades, sit ins, all the things peace lovin' hippies do when confronted with the international war machine that is the RNC. These people are normal, average, every day people that know that our country is getting screwed and they know who is doing most of the screwing. It's the right wing, conservative Christians that are taking America in the corn shoot sans lube and these people just want to show them a bad time. Seems fair to me, more power to ya, you dirty hippies. Dirty hippies that Fox news has decided to call anarchists.

Here is the anger point for me. Three months ago, while diddling away some time trying very hard not to do anything that seemed like moving. I left my remote across the room and was forced to deal with two hours of the actual Fox News channel. It was horrible. You know that feeling you get when someone is lying to your face and you know it but they get that smug look because they think you are oblivious to the fact that they are lying? That is what it was like, for two hours. Toward the end of the second hour I became furious and had to actually flop out of my chair and change the channel. Why was I so mad? Because I witnessed that beginnings of another witch hunt. This one would be different though, it was not gonna be like the Salem debacle but more ike that whole,"Who's a Commie Pinko thing from several decades back. But this time the red threat is not what we should fear but instead, anarchists. In two hours the word "anarchists" was spouted more times than it was written on Sex Pistols fans' jackets in the 80's. It crept up on me and made me realize that this was a new threat to freedom. a word. You see a protester is just a person that is against something and wants to make their grievance public. Anarchist however. That is much worse. First off, it is not unlike anti-Christ in the way it is spoken, It becomes very easy to demonize and twist in that simple sense. Then you add the connections the word was given with the occult and the militias over the last three decades and you get a pretty scary buzz word. That buzz word is some seriously bad hoodoo my friends. People that don't agree with the regime that is in place will become "Anarchists" and the government and news organizations will twist and bend that word every way they can until people are being jailed or losing their property for being "anarchists".

Anarchy:

1.	a state of society without government or law.

2.	political and social disorder due to the absence of governmental control: The death of the king was followed by a year of anarchy.

3.	a theory that regards the absence of all direct or coercive government as a political ideal and that proposes the cooperative and voluntary association of individuals and groups as the principal mode of organized society.

4.	confusion; chaos; disorder: Intellectual and moral anarchy followed his loss of faith.

I should add a fifth definition here

5. Not protesters, different from them.

The media and the government are calling you morons America. They will use your ignorance to crush you. Now call your local news and media outlet and let them have it you anarchic, separatist, fat bottomed, black eyed maniacs. Don't let stupidity eat us.

I love whiskey and getting pissed off. Thank you Fox news pricks.

On the subject of me.

I am always happy to get an e-mail from someone that I do not know and the person is curious about me. I recently received just such an e-mail. It comes from Alli in New York. She did not clarify if that was City or State but I will just pretend it is City.

Alli wrote: Mr. B ( you can see why I think it is NYC, she called me Mr. B, how East Coast is that?)
I recently came across your blog and got hooked. You seem to be an odd person, an angry person and a somewhat heartless person in short... you remind me of several of the people I grew up with. That being said, I have a few questions for you. Were you abused as a child, hit alot? What trauma did you go through to become so jaded? I just want to know what makes you tick. Also you say that you are from MN but seem more like a person from my side of the country.

Well Alli, I don't often open up about my childhood but, since you asked, here goes. First off, let me just say that I was never abused as a child. I was hit, yes, and spanked, yes but that was not abuse. That was my parents trying to prevent the creation of a super villain. I am serious there by the way. There is something about my family bloodline that makes us, if we don't like you, not give one damn about you or your offspring. I think it's a Scandinavian thing. Therefore it is very important to instill a deep respect for pain in some children as soon as possible, I was one of those children. That respect for pain doesn't come through regular, severe beatings but sometimes you have to jog a kids brain to make him see things clearly. Now I am not heartless, I will help people out if they are polite about asking I just despise stupidity, rudeness and ignorance and will not piss a fire out on someone I find to hold these attributes to their breast. Okay, maybe if they are really hot, then I give them a bit more lea way. I am a human male after all. SO, why am I so jaded? I really don't feel that I am. I am not jaded, nor a cynic, I am a realist. I look at a situation or a person and I try to see what is beneath what they are saying or doing to find the real purpose or intention. It is a survival tactic in Minnesota, where what people are saying and what they mean are almost always opposing or off track. When you realize that almost 80% of everything people said to you growing up was a lie, it really opens your eyes as long as you are smart enough to get around the initial shock of being lied to throughout your childhood. I like it when people try to lie to my face now, it's like a game to pull the truth out of them but, since my parents did a good job of quelling my evil, childhood urges, I pull the truth out with my intellect and not a red hot set of salad tongs. That is not to say I don't sometimes want to use the tongs, I just know better. As for what makes me tick, I really don't know, it's little things, classic cars and classic cartoons. A really good pastrami on rye with hot mustard. I nice pale ale, Scotch Whiskey. A pickle in my Bloody Mary instead of olives. And, of course, the idiots I share this planet with. If it was not for them I would not be so angry and would have nothing to write about. Oh, did I mention beer and whiskey? Oh I did well just to verify. Beer and whiskey. Thanks for the letter Alli.

Okay, I gotta talk here!

You might know that I am a Green Bay Packers fan, yes indeedy. Every Sunday and some varying Mondays and Thursdays, also occasional Thanksgiving Days. I don my beloved 66 Ray Nitschke jersey and root for the Pack. I also usually get retarded drunk but that is another story. The end of last season was a gut wrencher for me. The bad pass that was picked off, ending the Packers inconceivable run toward the Super Bowl hurt. Then old faithful himself, Brett Favre calls it quits and tells the world he is retiring. It was a crappy way to end a heart breaker season.
That being said, you may also know that I am a rabid news fan. I really have a sick obsession with world news, politics, current events, what have you. I just enjoy it.
So what's my beef today and why do I bring up Brett Favre, the Packers and world news? Well, I'll tell you. As if you thought I wouldn't.

In the last couple of weeks it has become apparent that Brett Favre wants to play football again. At 38 years old, he still feels that he has a couple more throws in him. Now the fact that he has retired brings up many questions about what the Packers organization should do. GM Ted Thompson, a man that I and several of my fellow Cheeseheads Feel less that friendly toward, wants Brett to stay retired to "preserve his legacy". It could be understandable that the legacy of a man that played for sixteen seasons in this age of constant trades and money hungry players and agents, should be protected but the fact is that no matter what happens for Favre from this point on, his Green Bay legacy will remain intact. The more appropriate comment from Ted should have been " I want Favre gone so I can prove my legacy". Favres backup for the last three years, being Aaron Rodgers . Thompson's first major pick for the Pack and the slide rule by which he will be measured over and above all his other, rather impressive acquisitions. Brady Poppinga, A.J. Hawk, Donald Lee. Yet he will live or die by Rodgers. There is a lot of behind the scenes back an forth in the land of cheese and has been since the beginning of the Thompson era and a lot of vets were let go when Ted got to work. It seems to many people I have talked to that I young team is being built on the foundation laid by the veterans, passing the old guard to the new. That's fine, it's the way it's usually done in most sports but this time it seems different. People yammer about how Favre has been waffling about retiring for the last three years. Gee, you mean around the time that Thompson took over as GM ousting Mike Sherman? No one ever mentions the possibility that Favre might have been placed under pressure to retire by a GM that really wants to show that he is more than just the guy that picked Shaun Alexander. I never hear anyone talking about the big picture just what they see on ESPN.
But you know what bugs me the most? The fact that, in an election year, people are more wrapped up in ridiculous sports melodrama than worrying about the future of our country. Brett Favre's "waffling" pisses people off, yet they totally disregard John McCain's constant flipity flopping on policies, his bald faced lies and his pandering of the politics of our current President. People also seem to miss the fact that our country is being slammed into the poorhouse by Washington and its filthy ilk. As all houses of government in both major parties, twist and spin around laws and the Bill of Rights. Look at a sports blog and then compare to some news blogs and tell me I am way off on this. Look, it's okay for an athlete to flip flop, who cares, he thought he was done, burnt out. Any one of us would feel the same way in his shoes. He loves the game and wants to play. So what, let him. Now politicians are a different story. If you hold a stance and then shift it, People are most likely gonna get killed. I am just pointing out that there are bigger stories out there people and maybe you should pay attention to them while we still have the freedom to gather together at a public stadium and watch football.

By the way, if Favre does get released and Rodgers doesn't put out, that will be the end of the Thompson tenure at Lambeau. You heard it here first baby.

On the Subject of Phil Gramm.

A little late for this perhaps but I felt I must chime in on Phil Gramm's recent comment about us being a "nation of whiners". From a purely economic stand point and from the point of view of a person that has probably never even seen first hand poverty, he probably thinks we are whining. Look at Bush and Chaney, and that ilk and you don't see a lot of people that ever really had to worry about where their next meal was gonna come from or when their house would be taken away from them. So, to Gramm and his fellow Washington elite, we probably do seem whiney when we are pissed about skyrocketing food and fuel prices. Then of course you must take on the mental recession quote, basically saying that the fact that we need to scratch and claw just to stay even is really all in our heads. Wow, Phil you have achieved the status of universal ass hat. actually I may have to amend that to ass turtle neck because you really got your head up there. Look, I have a hard but good job. I make an above average wage for Minnesota. I live with a girl who makes, on the average, more than I do. Together, even three years ago, we would be living really well. Now, not so much. The rise in gas prices, the decline of the house market and the horrid increase in all other costs has made it so, even on two above average incomes, it is still hard to survive. The fear that it is the Gramm mindset that could one day be head of the U.S. Treasury makes me wake up screaming some nights. A person so disconnected with the world around him that he can't see how bad things are getting in this country. Well really, they can see it, they just don't care. Honestly, anyone who thinks their government has their best interests at heart should read a few history books and let the truth sink in. Opening your eyes only hurts for a second and every second of your life after that but it's a good pain and far better than the numbness of stupidity.
I am sorry, I have begun to rant. I really just wanted to say a few things to Mr. Gramm. I know he won't read this but just in case.
I do not feel that we are a nation of whiners. A nation of mostly pussies and a ton of morons and ignorant buffoons, yes, I couldn't argue with that. But whiners? no. I know you do not feel we need a minimum wage in this country, you like the idea of indentured slavery and fifty two people living in a one bedroom apartment because money is a burden we normal people just can't handle. I understand that you and your wife were involved in the whole Enron debacle and probably helped free thousands of people from that very same monetary burden. I also get that you and your cohorts would love to drop our country into destitution to turn this nation into an industrial complex were the rich ruled the poor with an iron fist. And that sir, is why I feel you are out of touch. So I want to do my part, I want you back in the loop as it were. Here is my offer. For one year, you and your wife come and live the life of my girlfriend and I and in return, we shall step into your shoes. You do our jobs, you pay our bills and we will do the same vice versa. I think that, by the end of one year you will really get a feeling for what it's like to be a person again, it might just knock you off of your ivory tower.
So that's my offer, after one year, if you still feel like Americans are whiners, I will graciously ask you to go piss up a rope, you elitist ass turtle neck.

The customer is always right?

The customer is always right.

I do not know the origin of this phrase. Oh, I have searched but there is little to actually go on. It's just one of those things. I can't tell you much about it but I can tell you this, I hate it. Now, I know that if you are a shop-a-holic, which is a cutesy American phrase for an ass hat with far too much money and not enough brains, that you think the world of this phrase. I also venture to guess that, if you enjoy making a waitress or waiters workday a living hell, that you also enjoy this phrase. One thing I know for certain about this set of words, if you work in retail or the food service industry, you absolutely hate it. Yes it all probably started out innocently enough, some high end store in New York in the late Forties. A time when people still had the taste of the Great Depression on their tongues. I am sure some store manager told his staff " remember, the customer is always right".

There is actually a story about a guy named Ceasar Ritz, I believe it was, he owned a few hotels in France and told his staff "The customer is never wrong". If you think about it, that seams fine, if I owned a hotel that charged out the ass for a bed that other people used year round, I would try to keep my staff from arguing with the clientel over who may or may not be a thousand dollar an hour hooker. Other stories link the phrase to Macy's. Well Macy's too was once a very high end store and store managers would probably like to keep their high fallootin' high hats coming in to be treated as they felt they deserved and, of course, hand over the bucks. The funny thing is, I have connected the origin of this phrase to several, at least formerly, high priced stores toward the early part of the twentieth century. I am actually fine with that. If I go in to a Ferrari dealer, I would expect to be pampered and doted on, more so than if I had popped on down to Crazy Achmeds scratch and dent lemon stand. That's the thing about this phrase, it belongs in a high class, high money environment. It does not belong at Denny's or Target.

And there lies my problem with the phrase. Since its rather innocent and not so humble beginnings, all the way to our current day. This phrase has been taken, horribly, out of context. People wear this ridiculous phrase on their sleeve and, at the slightest discomfort, whip it out like a dagger at the worlds fattest, laziest knife fight. " What do you mean I can't substitute ham for eggs? Don't you know the customer is always right?", "Why can't I get a discount? I didn't spill juice on it, that was my kid. the customer is always right.", " I'm not paying fifty bucks for such a mediocre half and half. Go ahead and call our pimp, I will explain to him that the customer is always right." Okay that last one is a bit of fantasy but I just hope to get to see that one day. I think that person might learn a valuable lesson about when and when not to use certain phrases, or they might get killed, either way I'm good with it.

I have worked my fair share of retail jobs and have dealt with the troglodytic armies of backward thinking, mouth breathers that enter any store in our country and, I have been bombarded by this silly, overly repeated phrase so many times I am surprised I have never summoned some dark and unholy art to form the words into stone and beat seven kinds of hell out of each and every person that has ever said it to me. god only know how, during my short time managing a Gamestop, how the cage in my back room was not full of decomposing corpses with the words "custo" or "alwa" indented into their pulverized foreheads.

You see the phrase is not meant for every one, it is meant for more expensive places with more valuable fair. It is never to be used in a food shelf line, as I am sure it has. It is meant for Chez Pierres, not Bob's Burger Hut. The Carlton, not a hotel that charges by the blood stain. You use t when you buy an Audi, not when you are trying to get your hands on your neighbors '76 Pinto wagon. It is a phrase that was made for the upper ten percent, yet it is exploited by the lower thirty. For many, it is the only string of words they can put in sequence because of the years of cousin on cousin marriage and fetal alcohol syndrome. And, they use it to death.

Look I am no fan of the upper ten either, they are bastards to a man a far as I am concerned. Yet I can not tolerate the miss use of a phrase as powerful and annoying as this. So join me gentle reader and the next time you find yourself in line behind the great, sweaty girth of one of these customer service lampreys. Take a moment to stop and just, I don't know, start them on fire. They would most likely burn for days and you could use that energy to power a lamp. Just a thought, g'night.