Michael Kindt's Blog, page 64
March 22, 2016
David gets a blowjob….
David gets a blowjob….
early-onset-of-night:
Repo Man, 1984
I also made this out of...
Repo Man, 1984
I also made this out of screencaps several months ago. It’s gotten like 1,000 notes, which is 10,000 too few if you ask me.
It’s my favorite scene in probably my favorite movie.
Repo ManEdge City resident and apprentice car repossessor Otto...
Repo Man
Edge City resident and apprentice car repossessor Otto Maddox spends a long weekend chasing nuke-happy scientists, space aliens, United Fruitcakes, repo wives, sushi thieves, beer-phobic government agents and Gypsy dildo punks across Los Angeles when all he really wanted was a Pepsi.
My personal favorite and number 11 on the 30 greatest cult films of all time….
March 21, 2016
There are truckstop prostitutes, which is new to me. They are rugged-looking, with the veiny hands and dead eyes of coal miners.
Truckstops are unique places. Vast. In many ways they remind me of airports, but more niche, and darker. Much darker. They have coin operated showers and chicken fried steaks and blowjobs from rugged-looking veiny-handed dead eye coal miner prostitutes.
Me and the dogs are now officially avoiding them.
March 18, 2016
(I Won't) Die For This World, by Fire Nuns
My son Hadrian’s band. Fire Nuns. That’s him in the red hat and red shoes and 1880s mustache. He often shaves it off to dress in drag. On stage, he sometimes performs as a woman. I strongly encourage this. So strongly that he thinks I’m weird.
“Are you sure YOU don’t want to dress in drag, dad?”
No. No I’m not sure. At all.
If you wanna know about the current state of the Republican Party,
just realize that they have been in control of Congress for 6 of Obama’s 8 years. AND, yet, THEY HAVE GIVEN HIM EVERY SINGLE THING HE’S WANTED. The modern Republican Party is a shill. A very obvious shill at this point.
And then there was Trump……
Wouldn't you rather have a pork chop?
Apparently I’m only going to write about my dogs…..
But, yeah, I’ve been reading this book about dogs and the guy who wrote it says dogs don’t care about variety in their diet. They can eat the same thing everyday everyday everyday and they don’t mind.
My question is, “Oh, yeah? How the hell do you know? Just because you’ve written a book you know?"
I’ve written three books and I don’t know jack shit.
Isn’t it weird how anytime we think science is involved we tend to believe it unquestioningly? And we say we live in a ‘secular’ era. Science is experimental and, what’s more, repeatable. Very few of the famous human psychology experiments of the past have proven to be repeatable. If you have to stomp your foot and insist climate change is 'settled science’, it isn’t settled science, by definition. Most science today (in the media) is really just the opinions of our modern day druids, the scientists.
Amen.
I try to imagine the repeatable experiment this book author guy did that proves beyond any reasonable doubt that dogs don’t mind eating the same shit day after day. Did he take a puppy, feed it the same thing its whole life, then ask it on its death bed, "Did you mind that?”
I know for an absolute FACT that my dogs prefer pork chops over the ordinary but healthy kibble I feed them on a daily basis. About twice a month I buy them each a pork chop with a bone and I tell you on those nights, it’s party time.
They’re like, “Kibble? What kibble? It’s fucking Pork Chop Night!”
Obviously they prefer pork chops over their kibble. If dogs can obviously prefer, doesn’t that mean that they are capable of preferring?
"The people should support the government, the government should not support the people."
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Grover Cleveland
Does this mean I have to actually work like some sort of immigrant? EBT day will never be the same!
Here’s the Walmart in Idaho Falls. Perhaps the only...
Here’s the Walmart in Idaho Falls.
Perhaps the only pictures I take will be of Walmarts. The name of my travelogue can be “Walmarts of the American West”.
Seriously, tho. You can crash for free in a Walmart parking lot, and even I can afford free. What’s more, it’s good business sense. Never in my life have I shopped at Walmart so much.
A few towns after this, the dogs and I spent an hour on the pristine, park-like grounds of Area Dentistry. When I saw the sign, I just had to stop.
“Area Dentistry?” I thought. “What robot named this business?”
Only two of us shat (which I cleaned up). Me, I held mine in. As a human, I have fewer rights than a dog. I am not allowed to lick my own penis or shit in public, for example.
Hell, if I could lick my own penis I’d probably never leave the house—-unless I had to shit, of course.
So I put the dogs in the truck and went into Area Dentistry looking for a john.
“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked.
“Thanks,” I said. “I can handle it.”
“Sir?”
“I just need to use the rest room.”
“Our rest rooms are for clients only.”
As she said that, I spotted the Men’s room and went in. Sitting on the toilet texting, I imagined some burly Area Dentistry security guard coming in and yanking me off. I imagined him throwing me out the door, my pants still around my ankles, my ass still dreadfully unwiped.
“Rest rooms are for clients only, goddamn it!”
Sadly, nothing like that happened. As I was leaving, I paused before the receptionist and thanked her, but she just ignored me.
Some people, huh?
