Should you always save the best for last? This is really part two of my last post (not the last post I’ll ever do, but the post prior to this one): ‘This That and the Other Thing’, which brings into question whether one should save the best for last. A climactic finale of goodness which surpasses all else before. Desert is a prime example. How many dinners have you suffered through only with the hopes that a fine desert would redeem the crap ya ate before?
But if something is really good, why wade through a bunch of pallet ruining entries. I’d rather scarf it down first! That’s certainly true of wine. Ya always wanna drink the good shit first and save the swill for last when you’re half wasted and can’t tell the difference and it’s of little consequence.
And speaking of consequences, looks like our beloved President of the United States (our best one ever) is gonna get his ass impeached. This whole Ukraine thing is getting sleazier by the day. What a swamp. I hope decent people like you and sometimes me are getting sick and tired of this reality TV world we live in and yearn for a day without Donald. Maybe Impeachment is a last resort. And there you have it. Saving the best for last can be a good thing.
It’s Art Blog time! In the early
daze days of this blog I used to do a lot of pencil drawings. Mainly because The Wife had reams of good quality paper, and pencils were cheap. Also, you could erase stuff easier than with ink and colored pencil.
Recently, if you can believe the dates signed on them*, I’ve taken to pencil once again (still the same ol’ phallic-like subject matter) and forsaken color. It kinda reminds me of TV in the fifties: all black and white.
* Seems like ya can’t believe anything now-a-days. Things are so polarized that when one side claims it has the truth, and it sounds plausible, the other side fires back claiming “That ain’t the truth. It’s bullshit, and a hoax to boot.” There’s no right or wrong, just what’s expedient, will satisfy the share-holders, and serve ones own interests best.
One of the best things about America, besides it being Jesus’ favorite county, is the right of freedom of speech. That’s the first amendment in our Bill of Rights, and is only surpassed by the second amendment, which is the right to bear arms, which I suppose is to protect yourself from those who say things ya don’t like. Although you have a right to say what ya want, you can’t yell out “FIRE” in a crowded theater, threaten people with harm, or even lie under certain circumstance (like being under oath…lot of folks getting burned on that one now-a-days).
Maybe this whole freedom of speech thing is more about stating an opinion or giving unwanted advice. Which pretty much allows folks to say anything, no matter how barren of fact or grounded in delusion, they may be. That’s cool with me. Because just as they are free to say what’s on their mind, so too am I free to say what’s on my mind in response. Like a sports referee calling a foul when an athlete breaks a rule, I can call Bullshit when I hear rhetoric that runs a foul.
Calling Bullshit is an effective way of voicing disagreement, disapproval and resistance to being taken in by falsehood. I often find myself calling Bullshit when The President speaks. He too is fond of calling bullshit, but more often than not, his calling bullshit is bullshit itself, and in need to being called out.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, let alone understand, it’s hypocrisy. Jesus couldn’t stand it either, and sure jumped in the Pharisees’ shit, not hesitating to call out their hypocrisy. When he was really on a roll, he’d call them the ultimate put-down: whitened sepulchers – looking all nice and freshly painted on the outside, but inside, a tomb filled with rotting corpses, flesh consuming worms and all other manner of unclean things. Jesus is probably rolling over in his grave at the state of affairs in his favorite county America.
I can understand the double standard if for no other reason that if one standard is good, two has gotta be better. But you can’t claim be in favor of balanced budgets, then when it’s your turn to be in charge, spend like there’s no limit to tax cuts for the wealthy. You can’t claim to be a righteous and holy people, and elect a godless, self-centered, compulsive liar who is an adulterer, and fornicator who prefers the company of harlots, and think that’s just fine because he’ll fill the courts with pro-life judges. Jesus like harlots too, but he didn’t make them sign non-disclosure documents.
Yep, Ol’ Hansi has gone over to the dark-side of politics, and is now a Conservative. Although I’ve been a liberal (of the bleeding heart variety) for just about all my adult life, I’ve found that lately I haven’t been happy. In fact, I’ve been down-right grumpy, cynical and pissed off… all the time. My frustration usually starts early in the a.m. when I watch Morning Joe (a liberal MSNBC talk-show) and continues into the evening chased by more
left-wing progressive talking head shows.
From now on none of that stuff is gonna bother me anymore. If I hear something I disagree with, no problem…it’s fake news. Donald Trump is a great president. He knows the art of the deal. He’s gonna make America great again (if all them liberals and illegal aliens would get outta the way). Cause he’s a business man, he’ll drain the swamp in Washington – Stormy Daniels monkey business notwithstanding. I no longer care about the double standard and am very concerned about the unborn. Hey, everybody knows if one standard is good, two’s gotta be better, and once outside the womb, it’s open-season on your ass! Besides, as a newly converted conservative, I now know the secret password (jesus…but don’t tell anybody) which is like a ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card. All this new found euphoria ain’t gonna come cheap for Ol’ Hansi. I gotta rush out and buy a gun to protect my Second Amendment rights; everything is gonna be just fine once I’m fully armed.
Wow…All this new-found conservatism is starting to look really good. I’m a lot happier now, but I don’t think I’ll be ripping-up my medical marijuana prescription just yet. Never know when you’ll need a little help from on High.
Disclaimer: My writing skills being what the may, some folks might misconstrue this as absolute truth, instead of parody, satire, sarcastic lampoonery or just plain bullshit as was my intention.
I don’t know about you, but I never in a million years thought Donald Trump would win the election. Boy did I ever have a rude awakening the evening of November 8, 2016; started drinking early that night. It really didn’t start to hit me until the inauguration on January 20th. Maybe because Obama was still in charge until then, and what could go wrong?
So the drawings on this two-pager reflect some of my thoughts on the election. I’ve since accepted it, am in recovery, but sometimes fall off the wagon and get really pissed-off. These ‘piss-fits’ often coincide with watching cable ‘news’ channels. When I turn on Fox (wanna be fairly balanced), I often wonder, “What planet are these phuckers living on?” Bet they think the same thing when they turn on MSNBC, CNN, or even middle of the road NPR.
I feel much better when I don’t watch any of it. More relaxed, peaceful, tolerant of others; life is good when ya filter out all the bullshit and not get sucked into the partisan cultural warfare that’s going on in this country. [America has always been divided since the get-go. In revolutionary days you had the colonists versus the loyalists; Civil War was North versus slave-state South; and even before the two World Wars, there were a lot of people that favored Germany]. Maybe ignorance is truly bliss. Life is good when ya don’t have someone constantly tellin’ ya that it sucks.
Well, it’s time for me to saddle-up, and return to my bliss.
It used to be that the News was the News. Something you watched at 6:00 p.m. and turned off until Gunsmoke came on. Now the News is on 24/7 in whichever flavor you prefer, be it middle of the road like NPR, or on the other sides of the spectrum: MSNBC vs. FOX. I never heard about ‘fake news’ until our President told us about it and how it usually consisted of embarrassing stories about himself; all lies of course.
Sometimes it’s hard to figure out what’s real news and what’s fake. We had ‘alternative facts’ for a while. Thank god that was short-lived. Guess everybody knew that was a load of crap. Facts is facts, and unlike lifestyles, there are no alternatives…Kelly Anne Conway notwithstanding (that lady scares ol’ Hansi to death).
Sometimes it’s hard to tell if something is fake. But it doesn’t take a trained eye to spot a knock-off. Usually it’s flimsy, of poor quality and ya know that something is just not right. I’ve got an easier way. All you need is a de-coder ring, like a lot of us geezers had when we were kids, and you’ll be able to decipher anything. And the secret code is: Everything the Prez says, the opposite is true!
If he says there was no collusion, there was collusion ‘big-league’. If he says something is true, it’s a big fat lie. If he makes a promise, it’ll never happen. And if you put your trust him, you’re gonna get screwed. [For the life of me I can’t understand why Evangelical Christians back him so much. Don’t they know that if ya hop in bed with the Devil, someone’s gonna get phucked?]
And speaking of getting screwed with lying one’s ass off sprinkled on top: porn star Stormy Daniels. At $130,000 a serving, that must have been the best slice in the history of intercourse ( or that money can buy). Now the Stormstress is telling all…guess it’s hard to keep your mouth shut in that business.
So…Don’t be fooled no more. Yes means No, and No means Yes. The truth has become bullshit, and bullshit has become the truth.