Michael Kindt's Blog, page 10

Hoyt Axton. Della and the Dealer. True story: when I was a...

Hoyt Axton. Della and the Dealer. True story: when I was a little kid, this song inspired me to write. I remember having fun listening to it, and I remember thinking “I wanna write a story that people have fun reading!” Of course I failed miserably, but at least I’ve been trying. At least I’ve been doing that, goddamn it! :)

Now here’s a song I can really relate to.Mac Davis, 1980.

Now here’s a song I can really relate to.

Mac Davis, 1980.

So let me get this straight.

1. The Russians hacked the election.
2. This hacking resulted in finding a bunch of unseemly crap about Hillary and the Democratic Party.
3. This unseemly crap was released, hurting Hillary and the Democratic Party’s chances.
4. The truth of that unseemly crap doesn’t matter–like how CNN and the main stream media were revealed to essentially be the propaganda wing of the DNC.
5. But it’s still no big thing Hillary conducted state department business on a private, unsecured email server.
6. The Democratic Party is a fucking joke.
7. I will never vote for another Democratic Party candidate for anything–local, state, or federal–until the vast elitism and corruption at the heart of the party is addressed.
8. I’m a sexist, misogynist, fascist, white supremacist asshole because I, along with enough other Americans, didn’t buy the Official Line of Bullshit (OLB) being spoon fed to me.
9. Call me another name, you fucking bullies. I dare you.

That about sums it up, right?

Scoring "Employee of the month" is the only situation where you both win and lose at the same time.

Always enjoy me some Liz.

Always enjoy me some Liz.

So my little dog, Duke-y, passed. My emotional breakdown was...

So my little dog, Duke-y, passed. My emotional breakdown was much played out on FB. I was even called, probably rightly, a whiner (I can still punch that asshole in the mouth, though, whine or not). I was drunk for three straight days. Being all old and shit, it really hurt. I can’t drink like I used to. It was rough, not gonna lie.. I’m glad I got to know him. And after some grieving, like in January, I’m adopting another unwanted old dog. Why not?

"A revolutionary age is an age of action. Ours is the age of advertisement and publicity. Nothing..."

“A revolutionary age is an age of action. Ours is the age of advertisement and publicity. Nothing ever happens, but there is immediate publicity everywhere. In the present age a rebellion is, of all things, the most unthinkable. Such an expression of strength would seem ridiculous to the calculating intelligence of our times. On the other hand a political virtuoso might bring off a feat almost as remarkable: He might write a manifesto suggesting a general assembly at which people should decide upon a rebellion, and it would be so carefully worded even censors would let it pass. At the meeting itself he would be able to create the impression that his audience had rebelled, after which they would all go quietly home—having spent a very pleasant evening.”

- Soren Kierkegaard

On Tuesday morning, I will officially become a union member. My dues (actually, taxes used to support the Democratic Party), are only about eleven bucks a month.

I can write them off of my regular taxes, I believe. This is a right to work state, but wouldn’t it be hilarious if I was a union member?

I see Donald’s up early. We must both be morning persons...

I see Donald’s up early. We must both be morning persons (of the year). I like how he’s always raising hell, digging people in the ribs. The first social media President. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m having fun so far.

Identity politics is one of the worst things humanity ever came up with. It's very identity is division. To have an identity, you must be separate from other identities.

So fucking stooopid. What’s odd to me is that the people who throw around the word ‘racist’ are the ones most set on dividing everybody into groups. So happy to finally live in an era where such ass clowns are called out on their bullshit.

I don’t give a ripe fuck if you’re gay or trans or Guatemalan. I could care less if your were born in Alberta or walk with a limp.

Do you love America? Do you have a fucking job?

Welcome aboard. We’re all weird here.