Michael Kindt's Blog, page 467
October 6, 2011
Fred Shuttlesworth: 1922-2011
In the midst of the endless tweets and posts about the untimely passing of Steve Jobs, it's easy to overlook the fact that another pioneer died yesterday. And while he had no impact on how you communicate, if you live in the United States, he had a profound impact on your society. Which makes it that much more depressing that few Americans outside of Alabama know his name.
Fred Shuttlesworth was one of the fiercest voices in the Civil Rights Movement. A minister from Birmingham, he routinely went toe-to-toe with the racist public safety commissioner Bull Connor, a man determined to keep segregation alive even after the tide of public sentiment had turned against it and willing to employ violent thugs from the Ku Klux Klan to achieve those ends. It was Shuttlesworth who demanded Martin Luther King bring his publicity machine to Birmingham, and together they were co-founders of Southern Christian Leadership Conference. In 1963, he organized a peaceful march through downtown Birmingham and was arrested for failing to first secure a parade permit. He fought his conviction all the way to the Supreme Court. And won.
Shuttlesworth is widely regarded as the most fearless soldier in the fight against segregation, and no matter how many attempts were made on his life, he never faltered. In 1956, sixteen sticks of dynamite were detonated beneath his bedroom window. He survived. In 1957, he was attacked by a group of Klansmen, who beat him with brass knuckles and chains, and stabbed him. He survived. In 1958, someone planted a bomb in his church, but it was noticed by a church member and moved to the street before it went off. At no point did Shuttlesworth back down, nor did he waver from his commitment to nonviolence.
He once said he would "kill segregation or be killed by it." All Americans should consider themselves fortunate that it was Shuttlesworth who emerged victorious in that battle. And none of us should forget him.
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October 5, 2011
Video about ALMA, the world's most expensive and complex...
Video about ALMA, the world's most expensive and complex telescope. Also, its first image, which is of two galaxies colliding, is revealed.
Gimme something to write about.
You may or may not know, but I'm, like, a columnist and shit. Look! So, I think you guys should give me a topic to write about, something political or societal. It can be anything really. You guys have any scoops? Ideas? I don't want to write about Occupy Wall Street because, frankly, I don't know what to say about it. Other than that, I'm open and need something to riff on. So, hit me.
"I'M FUCKING THIS CHICK"A naked 71-year-old...
"I'M FUCKING THIS CHICK"
A naked 71-year-old woman and her equally naked male companion, 54, were arrested recently for indecent exposure after a Michigan cop found them porking in the back seat of a Buick Regal. The car was rocking gently and had its windows steamed over, according to the police report.
When the officer opened the vehicle's rear door and asked the nude couple what they were doing, the male, Tim Adams, offered a concise answer. "I'm fucking this chick," he said.
The Buick Regal, owned by the female, Rita Daniels, was in a shopping center parking lot, adjacent to a restaurant, and in plain view of several people, including a 10-year-old-boy, who was so traumatized by what he saw he had to be put down with an injection of potassium chloride, a substance which stops the heart.
A police investigation determined that the couple's courtship was a brief one. They had met for drinks at a nearby bar "before moving to the back seat of the Buick." When questioned by cops, neither Daniels nor Adams could remember the other's name. A Breathalyzer test recorded Daniels's blood alcohol content as .15, nearly twice the state limit.
Daniels and Adams were busted for indecent exposure and disorderly intoxication and booked into the local jail, where they were held until sobriety returned, which it did, tragically, in just a matter of hours.
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I see the Infamous Chicken Post is making the rounds again.
The post that keeps on giving….and traumatizing, apparently.
October 4, 2011
I didn't realize this was a thing.
The smoking fetsh. How fascinating. I accidentally stumbled into some porn while I was doing wholesome activities on the internet a while ago. That's all I ever do on the internet: wholesome activities. Sometimes, to mix it up, I will do family activities, and when I'm feeling especially crazy, I cut loose and do some safe-for-work activities. It's important for me to have a wide variety of activities to do, else I might just wrap my lips around this shotgun and end it all.
You know, out of boredom.
So there I was checking my church's schedule to see if the Pastor had taken my advice and switched worship from Sunday to a more reasonable Never when pop! cummed a smoking fetish site. Babes scantily clad and smoking. Lots of them. Further exploration revealed a smoking fetish video, which I watched from a purely anthropological standpoint, my penis as flaccid as Michele Bachmann's brain. It was a babe writhing around half naked and smoking a cigarette. Slowly, I turned my head to see if there were Twilight Zone cameras trained on me, but there was just my kitty, sleeping in a ball in a crook of the couch.
I delved further, discovering dozens upon dozens of smoking fetish sites, dozens upon dozens of smoking fetish models. Apparently, there's a class of dudes out there turned on by this so large it fuels an entire industry.
Not surprisingly, I liked the softer stuff better. Sticking a cigarette in a vagina—that's just ridiculous. The softer stuff was just, you know, hot chicks smoking cigarettes, rolling around smoking cigarettes, wearing lingerie and smoking cigarettes. Smoking, smoking, smoking.
They were all very attractive future cancer and emphysema patients.
I got bored pretty quickly, like I do with most porn. They never show the legs or feet enough for me, and foot porn is just overkill.
"We will never show the girl's feet unless that's all we show constantly constantly constantly beating you over the head with a cast iron frying pan made out of Too Fucking Much." —every pornographer since the dawn of time
So I logged off and went and made some tea. I remain an undiscovered market.
i find your blog to be extremely interesting. just out of curiosity, did you follow the troy davis case? and if so, what was your opinion on it?
Thanks! And yeah I followed it. I thought it was sad. At the very least it seemed like there was reasonable doubt. I don't support the death penalty at all, though. Intellectually, that is. If someone hurt someone I loved, though, I would probably shoot them. Viscerally, I understand the desire for revenge. If given the opportunity to vote against the death penalty, I most definitely would.
From the temperature, it's hard to believe it's...
From the temperature, it's hard to believe it's Fall. It has been in the 80s for a week now. It only gets cold at night, but it gets cold at night in July here, so no biggie. The taste of the air and lilt of light is the only way to detect Fall.
Last night, it became cold suddenly. We were standing on this big deck and POW! it was cold. Very sudden. My son and I even talked about it.
"Did you just feel that?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said, knowing immediately what I meant. "It was instant."
He told me how he loved the air here, meaning Custer. Thin and delicate, in the evenings sweet and earthy like honey.
This picture is of my favorite lake down in those parts, Sylvan Lake. It's man-made, built under orders from FDR himself during the depression. In those days, the whole country was out of work, so the government started making people build shit, like this lake. There are no natural lakes in the Black Hills, but today there are about half a dozen, all courtesy of FDR.
I always loved Sylvan Lake the best, though I understand fishing ain't much there. It makes no never mind to me because I don't fish, but the people who do seem to go to Center or Legion or Angostura.
Us beauty whores go to Sylvan and just sort of stumble around it addled and kinda high. We cast dirty looks at vehicles with out of state plates, muttering "Go home" under our breath and recalling fondly the rape scene in Deliverance.
October 3, 2011
lalitab:
After a stormy morning (not that the weather was...
After a stormy morning (not that the weather was bad,it´s just that it´s Monday),I finally bought Michael Kindt´s Early onset of night,sat my big ass under a tree,and had a fucktastic time reading.Go read it.Totally worth it.
http://early-onset-of-night.tumblr.com/ or http://www.amazon.com/Early-Onset-Night-Michael-Kindt/dp/1453867643/
This is what my book looks like when it is being held by an attractive Spanish woman wearing an awesome hat in a beautiful, park-like setting.
