Orwell Was Right, Finding the Stillness, A Planned Hiatus

I think I’ve made it sufficiently clear that I am a misanthrope,  especially in regard to misguided academics who believe they can “change the world” without ever having been a part of it.   It is easy for an enclaved oligarchy to make pronouncements and policies from high atop the ivory tower, but far more difficult to make utopia happen where the rubber meets the road.  Karl Marx couldn’t do it and Lenin and Stalin couldn’t do it either.  Hitler’s “Thousand Year Reich” lasted thirteen years- and we all know where the Nazis and their supposed master race ended up.  Forced collectivism fails whether it comes from the far left or the far right.  If the current crop of Marxists in our current government, from Obama on down, would bother to study history instead of creating fantasy revisionist versions of it, they would realize a very huge, very inconvenient truth: Socialism, Communism, Marxism, Nazism, whatever “ism” you want to use for forced collectivism- does NOT work and only leads humanity to Godlessness and evil.

Orwell (himself a former socialist) was eerily correct in his observations on forced collectivism and it sort of creeps me out to think about it.  In 1984 it was all about surveillance- Big Brother was watching you every day all the time no matter what you’re doing.   Big Brother made sure you woke up, went to work, stayed productive, that you ate when and what you were supposed to, exercised when you were supposed to, procreated when you were supposed to, etc. ad nauseam.  I think Orwell would have been horrified by how true his prognostications have become.  Today we have surveillance cameras watching freaking traffic lights to make sure the red-light violators are duly fined.  I don’t doubt that all of us are on camera at least for part if not all of our days, and for what purpose?

If security is the idea, perhaps to the honest there is a fleeting thought of having one’s crime captured on tape that acts as a deterrent, but surveillance usually only provides a record of the violence or offense that has already occurred.  In my mind there is just as much crime, but now we get to see it happen and watch like the secret sadistic voyeurs we all are deep down.  It is probably not to my credit that I have some sort of pathological desire to watch this stuff after it is captured on tape, but I freely admit TruTV is one of my favorite channels. 

I say it every year around this time- the butt end of winter is intensely depressing.  This year has been especially depressing with all the farking snow and the dearth of sunlight (even more than normal) these past few weeks.  I need to schedule myself some unscheduled just plain fart off time to do whatever, whenever.  I say it but I am really crappy at actually doing it- a planned hiatus as it were.  I would ideally like to take a week or so and just disappear but that is not really feasible because I really don’t want to leave the dogs alone with Jerry that long. 

Even an afternoon of complete oblivion to the world time would be helpful- turn off the freaking phone, TV and the rest of the distractions of life and just sit down and shut up. 

Of course some good old fashioned night-driving would be good for clearing the head and making way for restoration of the soul.  I don’t know why I feel closer to God when I drive alone at night but I just do.  There is something spiritual about the unplanned, unstructured night-drive. 


Observations from the 13%, Hello Kitty Yaris Part Deux, and Hemorrhoidal Flare-Ups

From the 13%, a catty observation: if you have a manual transmission you  can always push in the clutch and coast.  Story of my freaking life.  As I said before only 13 % of American drivers prefer manual transmissions -which makes me wonder why the other 87% haven’t realized what they’re missing.

Ok.  I didn’t think I would end up doing it, but the new HK Yaris is awesome.  NICE….  The only (very minor) complaint I have is that for some reason there’s no trunk release on the clickie which is sort of weird, but other than that I am delighted.  Jerry was sort of pissy about me having to take a bit of a hit on the trade in, but the incentives covered most of that.  I knew I would take a hit and in my mind it was better to do it before the other car depreciates even more.  The new one has the power features as well as side airbags and ABS that the other one didn’t have so that was really more of a selling point than anything else.

It amazes me the kinds of really gross advertising one sees on TV and hears on the radio these days.  There’s a radio commercial where some chick informs everyone that “size does matter” (and in a rather graphic way) as she’s hawking some kind of male enhancement nostrum.  Then on TV you get to see- even during prime time- commercials about men going to have the “Viagra talk” with their doctor, commercials about a lotion for “feminine itch,” another commercial for guys who have a hard time going pee, ad nauseam.  There is even an infomercial (granted I have only seen this one at 3 or 4 AM, but still) for old geezers to have Medicare pay for what looks to me to be a pecker pump.  No wonder Medicare is going broke, if they’re paying for 70 year old dudes to get boners.  Nasty.  There’s a reason why old geezers can’t get it up anymore.  Nature knows best.

Back in the day the worst commercial on TV was the Prep-H commercial.  Of course as kids we had no idea what the flying freak a hemorrhoidal flare-up was.  When the “Tucks” commercial came out we had no idea why someone was putting out a match with a moistened circular pad.  That seemed like quite a strange thing to do- light a match and then put it out with a wet piece of cotton.   Maybe this was why Dad used to send me over to the Revco to get his Prep-H for him.  I didn’t know what it was for, and I especially didn’t know that it was intended to be applied to a certain part of the nether region.  Had I known then what hemorrhoids are, or where Prep-H is applied I may have had some qualms about buying it, but knowing me probably not too much.  Ignorance may not have been bliss, but it saved Dad the indignity of shouting out , “I have a flaming case of  ‘roids!”  to the three or four other people shuffling about in the Revco.  As for me I really didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw me buy anything- or who thought I had a flaming case of ‘roids- as long as it didn’t involve Dad finding out where I bought cigarettes.  That would have hit me where I lived for sure.

I also found the commercials where they poured what appeared to be blue washer solvent on diapers and/or maxi pads to be most hilarious.  We knew what really landed in the diapers and in the maxi pads, but perhaps showing real green baby shit with pennies and pieces of corn in it and really gnarly bright red blood clots was just too graphic for the ’80’s audience.   Then again, the ’80’s did give us some of the bloodiest, goriest slasher movies in history.  A little realism in the commercials probably wouldn’t be any worse than a feminine itch product commercial coming on while I’m trying to eat dinner.  I really don’t want to think about strange women’s  itchy coochies when I’m shoveling down some mashed potatoes, alright?

I figure if you are going to get gross with commercials why not go for the shock effect?  Make it memorable.  Make some old bitty lose her lunch thinking about all those geezers out there with their pecker pumps and Viagra scripts.  It scares me.

The Return of the Hello Kitty Yaris, Field Trip to the Eye Doctor, and the Illustrious Steve-o

Certain disclaimers tend to worry me.  I may have grown up in a mildly dysfunctional home, but shitting on the floor was never an option.   If anything the rules we had to abide by as kids (upon penalty of a good  backhanding) were stricter than the world at large.  You were expected to leave the public  bathroom cleaner than you found it which is easy to do these days because most public bathrooms are filthy.   It makes you wonder if the greater population has had any kind of social training.  Perhaps today it would hurt little Finster’s self esteem to be expected to shit in a toilet, who knows?

The Hello Kitty Yaris is back in one piece and looks beautiful.  Jerry still wants me to trade it in which I am still rather ambivalent about.  We will see what the salesman can do and if he is really serious about getting me in a 2010 with the power package.  Yes I would like power locks and windows and the clickie but otherwise I am quite happy to have my car back.  It feels good to drive a manual transmission car again.

Wednesday I had to make my yearly excursion to the ophthalmologist.  They took some pics of my retinas with some funky machine and assured me I don’t have glaucoma or anything else funky going on with my eyes- other than being extremely nearsighted which I was already quite aware of.

There may be something not quite right about making myopia a fashion statement, but I finally broke down and got two new pairs of glasses- one pair of prescription sunglasses and one regular clear pair.  Jerry has not noticed yet even though I’ve been wearing the new regular ones for three days now.  It proves my theory that men do not look at women from the neck up.  Jerry I think only looks at me when I’m bringing him something he wants.

I’ve pretty much given up on wearing contacts for two reasons- one, they are too expensive, and two,  I can’t see worth a shit close up with them any more.  With glasses I can just take them off when I do close up work.  Glasses aren’t quite as hideous as they were back in the day.  If you look at me from the side at just the right angle you can see how thick the lenses are, but the frames actually look pretty cool.  So what.  I can see better with them and don’t have to deal with contacts drying out or gucking up.

Steve-o is hell bent on driving that damned Mitsubishi he has been trying to put together since July.  I really wish that he would be practical and sell that codgered up piece of shit, sell the Integra too, and buy something like a nice, conservative four door Corolla that on the outside is cop-resistant.  Nobody is going to target a little old four door Corolla or suspect a young kid is driving it.   Then he can get all kinds of TRD  goodies for the engine and suspension to make it more fun.  But he thinks he has to look cool.   I think it is more cool to look innocuous on the outside and run like a bat out of hell, (this is what I did with my VW Rabbits back in the day) but that may just be me.

I am curious to see if I really can get into the 2010 for the same money.  I doubt it, but who knows?

Sympathy for Sisyphus, White Death ad Nauseam, and Ohio Fried Rabbit

If the stupid people did, by some miracle, shut up, this world would be an eerily quiet place.

So much for global warming, which in my opinion is a flawed theory based on way too little evidence,  hyped up by liberal politicians and the media for extortion and political gain.  I can see the three foot snowdrifts of global warming right out the window.  I’ve not seen this much snow in Central Ohio since 1978- when all the pundits, scientists and pseudo-scientists were claiming it was the beginning of a new ice age.  So far I have been able to get the car out of the driveway so I guess it’s not that horrible.  Besides, what do people in God-forsaken snow covered places like Buffalo or Minneapolis do all winter?   Winter in Central Ohio- where it usually rains more than snows- sucks bad enough without all this snow.  I just hope it melts slowly so as not to flood this entire flat former swamp.

I am sure the plow drivers and others who gain monetarily in times of extreme snow are starting to feel a bit like Sisyphus too- as soon as you get something done you come back to more of the same and then some tomorrow.   Just keep on rolling that big old stone up that steep, steep hill.  If nothing else all that lugging must have done wonders for his glutes.

Nothing like a guy with nice buns. 

I am not generally a fan of fried meat, but Jerry adores fried chicken and related greasy goodies.  I fried up the rabbit I got at the meat market Saturday.  I prefer rabbit baked or boiled up with noodles or dumplings (I have no qualms about eating most “game” meat- and these rabbits were farm-raised, which are even better than ones someone shoots out in the field.)  If he takes the extra pieces to work I doubt if the other guys will go snacking once they see the pieces don’t resemble any chicken they’ve ever had. 

I am almost afraid to find out where the boys are with my car.  I want it back but not until it’s as it should be.  The rental car runs out Friday and I have a bad feeling it won’t be ready by then.  I guess then I just commandeer Jerry’s new truck- the 2010 Tacoma is choice. 

Speaking of choice I had opportunity to watch a hilarious flick- or at least parts of it on Comedy Central the other night when I couldn’t sleep.  I’d seen the first Clerks movie and it was pretty funny, but “Clerks 2” was a riot.  It is not for the prudy or the politically correct. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2DxyAGzGxM “Porch Monkeys”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wX01Lna0OI8 “Pillow Pants”

I admit I have a twisted sense of humor but I was just about spraying iced tea across the room when Randall goes into the story of his grandmother calling him a porch monkey.  I know my grandmother and especially my great-grandmother used that term as well as many others- not just racial terms but all kinds of creative and downright vulgar insults.  I remember Dad warning us not to repeat everything we hear.  I also remember Dad telling me not to look at the life-size tacky nudie posters his body-tech buddies had plastered everywhere in their home shops too.  Gross.  I am glad the auto body supply houses don’t give out nudie posters and calendars anymore, and that’s not because I’m a prude. I have nothing against guys looking at nudes, it’s just that nude women don’t do anything for me. 

I would rather leave such things to their imaginations.


Humor is Where You Find It, Turds in the Punch Bowl, and Hubris


I will say up front that G.W. Bush was not my favorite American president (I would have to put Reagan and a few others ahead of him) but comparing Bush to Obama, I would take Bush any day.  At least Bush was honest, Christian, pro-life, and anti-terrorist.  Obama, on the other hand, is a pathological liar,  the origins of his religion, whatever it is, are specious at best- but if he’s been getting it from the “Rev.” Wright it sure is not Christian, we all know he is anti-life, and I’m convinced by his socialist domestic agenda and limp wristed foreign policy that he is pro-terrorist.   It also deeply offends me that ANY American president would bow down to ANY foreign leader, let alone the leaders of countries that harbor terrorists.  Humility is fine where it is appropriate, but both false humility and inappropriate deference do nothing but  show your adversaries that you are simply a boot licking tool.   That’s a telling image, and I am sure Obama is quite familiar with the taste of boot leather.  Sold to the highest bidder.

Bush’s major fault was not being conservative enough.  Obama’s major faults include that he’s a liar and a socialist demagogue.  Hitler could talk a good game too.  The difference between Obama and Hitler is that at least Hitler did build the Autobahn.   Hitler pulled off one useful project. Obama’s major accomplishments thus far include paying back his Wall Street contributors and pandering to union lackeys and other government-teat feeding parasites.   Granted, on the plus side, Obama hasn’t succeeded in ridding the world of whiteys- yet.  He’s not done stealing our money yet. If you need proof that Obama hates white people and thinks the world would be better without them,  all you need to do is read his book,  “Dreams From My Father.”  It’s an eye opener.

I’m not saying Hitler was a good guy.  On the contrary, he had some very evil goals (the Autobahn excepted) and for the most part he achieved them at least for awhile.   This makes Hitler more effective than Obama- (at least Hitler did what he said he was going to do) and admittedly Hitler was far worse, in that Hitler was actually given free rein to pull of his evil agenda.  Obama (we hope) and his evil goals should fail, at least if there are still Americans out there with a rudimentary sense of reason and a measurable pulse. 

If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention. 

Obama has accomplished one thing in his tenure as president so far.  He has succeeded in making  Jimmy Carter look good.

The bad thing about me and political thought is that the more I think about Obama and how utterly inept and just plain wrong the guy is, it really makes me mad.  My blood pressure is hard enough to keep under control. Then again, we get the leaders we deserve and this is the collective cost of people just not paying attention. 

Aside from politics, I am still waiting for my car to get done.  I did get a few more HK goodies – all weather mats, new license plate frames and new front seat covers- as well as I have my replacement protest stickers including a new “Kasich for Governor” sticker.

Steve-o finally made it back to Marion after his exam was delayed two days due to weather.  I hate winter and this winter has been particularly nasty.  There is still a foot of snow on the ground that isn’t going away anytime soon.  The dogs are doing their best to turn it all yellow, but that might take a little time.

Sometimes it torques me that Steve-o only seems to call when he wants me to do something for him or he wants money.  I guess now is a good a time as any to say NO.   NO you can’t have any more money, and if you want money you need to either get a job or sell some cars.  There, I said it.  The dude does have some pretty big balls sometimes.  I was doing good to have one car when I was in college let alone three, and I would never have even dreamed of trying to mooch money for smokes.




I Hate Puking, and Better Ways to Spend the Weekend

Normally a weekend in bed is a good thing but not this weekend.  I started feeling crappy Friday and thought if I went to bed early I would be OK.  Not so.  Saturday I felt worse and tried to sleep in between doing laundry, letting the dogs in and out, and listening to Jerry complain that I wasn’t doing anything.  In his eyes I am totally worthless unless I am actively doing something, even if I am three steps away from death.  It doesn’t matter that he is usually doing nothing unless he’s at work, unless it is swilling brews, making messes for me to clean up, or blowing money on gambling and lottery.  There is his standard for himself, and then his standard for me.  He is quite happy with himself so I will let it ride, but when I’m sick I really need the rest.  The pisser is I usually have a hell of a time actually getting any rest in between his incessant demands and pretty much constant whining.

When I’m asleep I’m not spending any money- but I’m not cooking, cleaning or running errands either.

Sunday morning I figured I would be quite fine.  Wrong again.   I really wanted to go to church- the church being a hospital for sinners, and frankly I’m the worst sinner I know- but there was no way I was going to try to go to church the way my head was pounding.  I did fix Jerry breakfast complete with bacon around 9AM, because it was better to just do it so he would shut up.  After that I went back to bed and at 11:30 Steve-o calls (ostensibly to wheedle more money out of me) and the pounding headache had become a piercing pain,  like someone had thrust an icepick through my right eye socket.  I don’t get nauseated easily but I was starting to feel really gross at that point.  So what do I do? Figure I feel crappy because I didn’t eat breakfast, so I fix some mac and cheese.  BAD CHOICE- but then hind sight is 20/20.

Less than half an hour later I was spewing slightly used mac and cheese like a freaking fountain.  Nasty, but I can think of worse things to barf up.  Thankfully I’d not decided on the Szechwan noodles or hot chili.  Usually I can’t barf at all no matter how loathfully sick I get so this was a bit surprising.  My head hurt so freaking bad I probably should have gone to the ER but today I seem to be, if not feeling great, I am not spewing puke and I am relatively headache free.  Since I am vertical and nominally functional today,  riding it out was probably the best choice. 

After my last experience in Mt. Carmel East’s ER (three hours’ worth of purgatorial torture waiting to be seen with a broken arm- should have just  taken some more Naproxen and called the orthopedist the next day anyway) I thought that suffering in my own bed was preferable to suffering in an uncomfy chair surrounded by unwashed strangers who likely carry far worse contagions than my own. 

For someone who has had plenty of exposure to medical facilities, I generally know when to go and when to not go.  Yesterday was not a day to go.  The ER on a Sunday is never a good place to be. I suspect this incident was one of those “let nature take its course” deals anyway, one of those times even when you do seek medical advice they can’t really do anything for you, so you’ve wasted your time and money.  I am quite capable of telling myself to go to bed, drink some broth and soda and hope tomorrow is a better day.

The White Death did actually come through Friday and Saturday- it wasn’t as bad as anticipated, but now the forecasters are calling for more of the same tonight and tomorrow.  This is a pisser.  I am not the greatest fan of  “winter wonderland” as it is- I don’t like traipsing through the slush and crud.  But this too shall pass.  Around the end of May.

Paybacks and Flashbacks

I can’t keep my big yapper shut on this one, especially considering all the years that I’ve worked in and around the automotive industry.  The current (and sudden) government scrutiny of Toyota is a government payback for all the people who took their “Cash for Clunkers” (bad idea to begin with…) trades and bought Toyotas.  Toyota made out bigger than any other manufacturer from that deal, which was intended to be a sort of welfare arrangement for the “domestic” manufacturers – read UAW controlled- (who build more vehicles in Mexico, Canada and Brazil than they do in the US.)   When all is said and done the current hysteria over a rare defect in  certain Toyota accelerator pedal assemblies is going to be traceable right back to the UAW and their lackeys in Congress.   Of course CNN, et al, will white wash that and go right along with scaring the hell out of Toyota owners and trying to ruin their reputation over a VOLUNTARY  recall.  Remember that the “Big 3” do not do voluntary recalls.  They will only address a problem with vehicle design or function if it is widespread, blatantly obvious, and the government forces them to.  But the government owns two of the Big 3 now, so who is left for them to pick at?

There is no such thing as a 100% perfectly designed anything, let alone something as complex as a motor vehicle.  If vehicle safety were the prime concern of the government in all this why not require run-flat tires on every vehicle- a lot more people get killed in car crashes from tire failures than for an out of control throttle.  Then we could also go off on the way that most people do a piss-poor job of maintaining their cars which I would say is the number one reason for vehicles being unsafe .  But you get a few ambulance chasing (and Democrat contributing) lawyers going nuts over 1 or 2 catastrophic malfunctions out of millions and millions of cars.    The government could really give a rat’s ass less about vehicle safety.  They want to prop up the Big 3 in the hopes of remotely recouping some of the cash they dumped into them (with the exception of Ford) to bail them out, and this VOLUNTARY recall is giving them that excuse.  The idea here is if they make Toyotas look “less safe” then people will be more gullible and willing to buy UAW produced vehicles…but they aren’t going to come right out and say it.  It’s sickening.

Before I get too pissed off and too upset at how ignorant and gullible people can be,  (and pissed off at the idiots in Congress) I notice that the weather forecasters are still prognosticating that there will be White Death from above tomorrow and Saturday.   I will concede to this furor in one regard- I’m getting dog food tonight.  I was going to wait until tomorrow night but I don’t want to try to load up a boatload of dog food in a snow storm. 

Now that I have subscribed to the hype there will most likely not even be a snow storm at all which is fine with me.

I have to say I emphasize with Sisyphus- the dude in the Greek myth who had to roll a huge rock all the way up a huge hill every day as a punishment, then watch it roll right back down the hill.  Every day, the huge rock had to go up the huge hill.  Some days feel just like that, as if everything I did yesterday didn’t count.  That is a really sucky feeling.

I don’t see any road trips going on this weekend which again is fine with me- I can deal with the weather as long as I don’t have to go anywhere.