Day by Day

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Well, this just isn't fair

You want to know why so many musicians are kinda ugly?  It's because that's how we got the chicks way back when.  We weren't football players or jocks, and we most likely weren't rich.  So how can a poor ugly kid get girls?

Rock 'n Roll, man.  Or whatever floated their boat.  You wanna hear some 80's BS that'll make your panties drop?  OK, I'll do that too.  A country song makes your legs go up in the air?  We'll do that as well.

Music was the realm of ugly guys using tunes to get laid.  Hell, it worked for me in spades.  I'm no Brad Pitt, and it wasn't until I joined the Army that I really started putting on muscle.

But what happens when a smoking hot girl learns to rock out on guitar?  Man, that's just not fair.



This here blows right through the "ugly guys" rule in music.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Some folks don't age well


I'm looking up videos of Van Morrison, and that poor guy hasn't aged well.  He hadn't aged well in the 90's either.  He sounded like a mafia guy trying to do beatnik style poetry on "Moondance".

It's jarring to hear, after listening to it from the recordings in the 70's.  I know his voice won't be the same, but dang. 

Jackson Browne (even though he's a massive hippy) still manages to pull off a decent rendition of his hits.  Or at least, he did the last time I saw him, which was a while ago, so as of right now today your mileage may vary.  "Running on Empty" still sounds like the same song, not a spoken-word homage.

Been busy

Got a lot of stuff done, but still, by the time I'm finished all I can do is plop down in my chair and look at the drink I've just made.

I've lived various distances from my place of work before, but this is the first time I've lived an hour away.  Which means that it's roughly two hours of my day spent driving to and from work.  Which eats up a lot of time, that I normally had to do housework, cooking, etc.

I don't think I'll be doing this again.

Add in the fact that I'm convinced most people here in Richmond don't know how to drive.  They just don't.  I think their natural tendency to be polite keeps them out of most trouble (as in "Ooops, let's get back on my side of the road before I hurt someone!") but there's still more people who deserve to be yanked from their jacked-up, shiny, no-dirt-on-the-differential, loud exhaust, SaltLife-stickered, 4x4 penis extensions and beaten until they piss blood, because those assholes seem to be the rudest pieces of shit on the road.

But that's just my observation.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

John Brennan is the Domestic Enemy to the Constitution

When you collude with spy agencies of foreign countries in an attempt to get your candidate elected, I don't know what else it can be called.

An article in the Guardian last week provides more confirmation that John Brennan was the American progenitor of political espionage aimed at defeating Donald Trump. One side did collude with foreign powers to tip the election — Hillary’s. 
Seeking to retain his position as CIA director under Hillary, Brennan teamed up with British spies and Estonian spies to cripple Trump’s candidacy. He used their phony intelligence as a pretext for a multi-agency investigation into Trump, which led the FBI to probe a computer server connected to Trump Tower and gave cover to Susan Rice, among other Hillary supporters, to spy on Trump and his people. 
John Brennan’s CIA operated like a branch office of the Hillary campaign, leaking out mentions of this bogus investigation to the press in the hopes of inflicting maximum political damage on Trump. An official in the intelligence community tells TAS that Brennan’s retinue of political radicals didn’t even bother to hide their activism, decorating offices with “Hillary for president cups” and other campaign paraphernalia.
In a just world, John Brennan and his flunkies would currently be in jail awaiting trial for their high crimes and misdemeanors.  The fact that they're still out and about, and many of them most certainly still working for the CIA, is a good indicator that the entire concept of America as a country is dead, and the nation is just a shambling corpse waiting for the shooting to start.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

This is how it's done

Auburn, AL police tell Antifa shitweasels to take masks off if they want to enter the campus.



I love the little temper tantrum the stupid girl throws after she's forced to unmask.  Nice dropping of the stick there, sweetheart!  It's like "Oh fuck, I can't anonymously beat people now, I'm going home!"

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Dear White Men: Democrats want you to die

No.  That's not hyperbole.

The speaker says, maybe I should not say this in public, but when I heard more White men are committing suicide, I almost said “yeah, great!”.  
But he does say it, and the crowd likes it, as he knew they would.
Remember, when a Democrat bemoans the 'loss of civility" in politics today, what they're really wishing for is that you would just shut up while they insult you and verbally abuse you.  It's not that they actually want to be civil.  They just don't want you to fight back.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Antifa Nazis get punched back

About fucking time.

And I'm going to be watching this all day long and giggling:



There's just something about a drugged-out hippy nazi-wanna-be getting knocked the hell out that seems....  satisfying.

Does that make me bad?  Hell no it doesn't.  Go check out where that bat-shit loon was claiming she was going to get "100 nazi scalps".  No, she didn't say that ironically.  She was out there to shut down free speech.  She was out there to assault people who just wanted to have their say.  She's a fascist.  She's a Nazi.  She's a drugged out, totalitarian crack-whore, and she wanted to beat people for disagreeing with her politically.  This thing is the picture perfect definition of anti-American asshole.

And she got knocked the fuck out.  I won't shed one single tear.

I also love that guy's sweatshirt - the one that reads "JESUS will JUDGE YOU!"  Hell yeah.  Punch a hippy for Jesus!

Update - best moniker for that skanky hippy chick I've seen so far:  Moldylocks.  Friggin' brilliant.