Watching the Republican Presidential Race is Like Watching a Wolf Chew Off Its Own Leg
Published February 25th, 2012 | 
About a month ago, wasn’t it, that Newt Gingrich was riding high as the front-runner of the Republication Presidential race. There were even a few people who believed he could actually get the nomination. Now here we are, the ass-end of February and the Republican primary race has imploded. Gingrich is in the basement (he may pull off Georgia, but that’s about it), the “inevitable” nominee, Romney is so transparent he’s on the verge of becoming invisible. And the current front-runner is that woman-hating, sweater vest-wearing turd, Dick Breath Insanitorium. A year ago, it seemed implausible that Obama could win re-election. The Republican Party was so convinced of this that they didn’t even try very hard to come up with a single credible candidate to run again the President. Now, I don’t care how load the yahoos shout it through their EAW PA Speakers, this race is now Obama’s to lose. If you support Obama, you should feel some comfort from that. If you hate him, you’ve got a problem. Because when it comes roght down to it, can anyone truthfully imagine the United States being governed by any of those Repugnican ass clowns? Really?
Toys in the Attic
Published July 28th, 2011 | I never had a train set as a kid. Never swung on a wooden swing set either. I’m not suggesting I was deprived as a child. Despite my modest working class upbringing, I had my share of toys.
And no … I don’t think we should define by the things we’ve been deprived of, but when I think of this debt crisis nonsense, I can’t help thinking these politicians just want to take all our toys away to give to rich assholes who have everything already. Am I wrong? My parents are scared to death that they won’t get their social security check next month. I’m worried that my own situation will never improve. Who is speaking for us? Why can’t our so-called leaders remove their heads from their hind parts long enough to do what’s best for the country for once?
Maybe Somebody Pissed in His Tea
Published April 22nd, 2011 | So my friend Cindy emails me this morning, telling me about this writer she’d published in the debut issue of Yellow Mama who requested that she remove his story and bio from the YM archive:
“I was wondering if you’d now be okay with removing it from the archives? This isn’t at all a comment on Yellow Mama, it’s simply that it’s a very old story that I’m not particularly happy with these days and, more importantly, a very out of date bio. The reason I ask now is that I’ve just sold a series of novels and this is coming up on the first page of google hits for my name; I’d much rather anyone looking for information on me was led to my current work and up to date information.”
Okay, so let me get this straight . . . guy wants his story and bio removed from her archive because he thinks the story sucks and his bio is out of date? Seriously? No, that’s not the reason because he goes on to say that he got himself a book deal and he doesn’t like it that YM’s page rank is higher than his own blog. How is that not a comment on YM? Of course it’s a comment on what he thinks of YM now that he imagines he’s in the big leagues.
Point one: As I told Cindy, since Cindy didn’t have an archive at the time she accepted the writer’s story and wasn’t accepting Internet archival rights at that time, the writer can technically request his removal. However, his reasons for doing so are ridiculous. Bios go out of date. Is he seriously going to write every editor who accepted his work and request they remove his bio? Of course not. And why would request the takedown of any link for information about him when he’s trying to promote a book? YM’s target audience is the same audience he’s trying to reach. Are you going to tell me that those readers don’t buy books?
Point two: If his blog doesn’t rank as high in Google as YM, why not, instead of fucking with YM’s page rank, do something constructive to raise the page rank of his own website?
Point three: What an arrogant dickhead! Who does he think he is? Let’s see . . . you’re an unknown writer who gets a story published by an editor and some years later, after you’ve made a little bit of a name (or at least after you imagine you’ve attained a certain level of literary celebrity), you decide it’s perfectly okay to take a big steaming dump on the editor because she knew you before you were sitting at the cool kids table. That’s fucking sad. I say, let’s dig some big ol’ outdoor fire pits, light’em up and toss his ass in for roasting.
