Michael Kindt's Blog, page 128
May 11, 2015
I don't know who you've been talking to but please don't lump everyone together like that. I consider myself a free thinker but I'm not going to get angry just because someone disagrees with me.
Fair enough. And I’ve been talking to ASSHOLES!
:)
May 10, 2015
It’s May 10th. MAY 10TH! By the way, happy mother’s day to all...
It’s May 10th. MAY 10TH! By the way, happy mother’s day to all you mothers out there. God knows you need more than one day. A mother’s month, maybe, or a mother’s quarter.
Despite it all, this storm is something of a dud. The people who have the strange job of naming weather events even slapped a moniker to it: Winter Storm Venus.
It doesn’t deserve a name. It’s just a snowy day. The only odd thing about it is that it’s happening on May 10th. MAY 10TH!
I was in shorts and flip-flops on Friday, for pete’s sake.
All day yesterday everybody was talking about how terrible it was gonna be, but, like the band Oasis or all recent Green Day albums, the hype did not measure up. I stocked up on beer and food, even, so I guess I’ll spend today eating and drinking myself silly, while not even remotely being snowed in.
May 6, 2015
Nonreaders. Funny Story.
The other day I wrote this one-off smart ass thing called “25 Signs You Might Be a Dipshit”. I posted it here on Tumblr and also Facebook.
Long story short, the people over on Facebook were sharing it, but then, like 20 minutes later deleting it. I’d get little red numbers in the corner, which would then go away. It was kind of weird.
Eventually, I figured out that people were sharing without reading. I happened to mock conservatives early on in the list, but then liberals later. They read a little, shared, only to then finish the list and then delete.
It happened 4 times.
You would think they’d know me by now. I hate liberals, especially Tumblr liberals, and I hate conservatives, especially Fox News conservatives. I think all you guys are fucking jokes and pretty much the exact same person. So, whatever.
I recommend you read me through, before sharing or reblogging, to make sure it fits in with your stupid propaganda. Haha.
Are you a part of any political party or do you just hate all politics?
I am a lifelong registered Republican, but only because my grandmother, whom I greatly respect, insisted. She’s passed now. I hate all politics. I believe people should be free to live their lives as they see fit. If they are gay and wanna be married, more power to em. If they are religious and sell cakes, somewhat reluctantly I say they don’t have to sell them to gay marriages. I own four guns. I don’t hunt. I have no white guilt. I used to be a feminist. I am no longer. Selah.
Nonreaders. Funny Story.
The other day I wrote this one-off smart ass thing called “25 Signs You Might Be a Dipshit”. I posted it here on Tumblr and also Facebook.
Long story short, the people over on Facebook were sharing it, but then, like 20 minutes later deleting it. I’d get little red numbers in the corner, which would then go away. It was kind of weird.
Eventually, I figured out that people were sharing without reading. I happened to mock conservatives early on in the list, but then liberals later. They read a little, shared, only to then finish the list and then delete.
It happened 4 times.
You would think they’d know me by now. I hate liberals, especially Tumblr liberals, and I hate conservatives, especially Fox News conservatives. I think all you guys are fucking jokes and pretty much the exact same person. So, whatever.
I recommend you read me through, before sharing or reblogging, to make sure it fits in with your stupid propaganda. Haha.
This is a picture of a woman and her dead mother, from the...
This is a picture of a woman and her dead mother, from the 1860s.
Back in those days it was common to pose with a passed loved one, even if they looked like a monster, because photography was a pretty new technology and they weren’t sure how to handle it.
Kinda like with us and the internet….
I used to be the lead singer for a band called Drunken Firework Mishap. Our logo was a stylized pair of polyurethane testicles.
Travelling from town to town in a broken down van, earning just enough money for beer and McDonald’s and guitar strings. We didn’t have much, but we got more ass than a toilet seat. In fact, that’s why Rock and Roll was invented: to get laid. Why develop an interesting personality or a physically phit physique, or even be blessed with good looks or height, when you can just stand there with a microphone or a guitar or a drumstick and scream about how no one understands you?
Nowadays, I look back fondly on those days, but at the time we weren’t very happy. Like most people, we were convinced that the present sucked, the future would be better “if only” or “once this or that happened”, and that the past was a golden age oozing with utter (imagined) awesomeness.
The human being is quite adept at cheating himself out of his own happiness.
The problem, basically, for us was that we didn’t want to be a punk rock band. What we really wanted to do was play polka music. Not just any polka music, but serious polka music about serious issues, like the patriarchy and how white people are evil and suck and should die, especially white men, and about how capitalism was a giant world-devouring monster that was evil and sucked and should die, even though we were all overweight and had iPods. Stuff like that.
If there was one thing we cared about as a band, it was the issues.
Every once in a while, toward the end of a show, we’d pull out our accordions, put on our lederhosen, and try out our true love right there in front of everybody. We’d launch into the the Patriarchal Privilege Polka or the Down With Whitey Waltz or the Genocidal Jew Jig, but invariably to resounding boos. Sometimes they even pelted us with rocks and garbage.
The rejection only fueled our punk shows, and the next time we got onstage and screamed about how no one understood us, we totally fucking meant it.
