Michael Kindt's Blog, page 65
March 18, 2016
Travelling with dogs is slow going.
We stop at every rest area to pee and stretch our legs. We do the same every time we gas up. Every other town we come to we get off the main road and drive down into it, looking for a park.
It’s all good, though. We ain’t in no hurry.
March 17, 2016
The Republican Party is truly splitting in two
Are we watching the birth of a new three party system or the death of the right wing religious bastards that have held us Republicans hostage for far too long?
I think we’re watching the birth of a true (and open about it) white nationalist party out of the party of Lincoln.
This could be, too. We are approaching a point in our national history where white people are the minority. Instead of talking about “the black vote”, we may be talking about “the white vote”. Perhaps Trump is the white black panther?
The Republican Party is truly splitting in two
Are we watching the birth of a new three party system or the death of the right wing religious bastards that have held us Republicans hostage for far too long?
Vision Quest, Beta Release. Rock Springs, Wyoming….I...
Vision Quest, Beta Release. Rock Springs, Wyoming….
I camped in the Walmart parking lot. After I took the dogs for a good long walk, I headed on foot to a bar in a nearby strip mall where a band called “The Burnin’ Loins” was setting up to play.
I was terrified.
The place was busy and a girl began flirting at me for drinks. As a feminist, I no longer buy women drinks, but will gladly accept the drinks that women buy me. I explained this to her and she seemed angry. She began flirting at another guy for drinks. She wouldn’t have been able to afford me anyway, for I am a princess who only drinks martinis made from top shelf gin. Go away, hunny, and take your Bud Light with you.
When “The Burnin’ Loins” began to play, I had to get the hell out of there. They were an Elvis tribute band, which is weird anywhere, but especially in Rock Springs, Wyoming.
I got supplies at the Walmart and drank in the 5th wheel. There were RVs and campers all around me, even though it was cold and only March. After I got a buzz rolling, it was all I could do to keep myself from going around and introducing myself.
“Who is it, George?”
“I don’t know,” says George, peeking through the curtains of his vast, ostentatious RV. “Some bald guy with a black beard. He appears to be holding a martini.”
“Oh my God, call the police!”
I don’t know if you’ve ever driven through Wyoming,...
I don’t know if you’ve ever driven through Wyoming, but I wouldn’t recommend it, unless you like austere beauty.
There is nothing sumptuous about it at all. It’s barren and empty. Lonely. I imagine that the world has come to an end and there are only a handfull of people left and my name is Mad Max. Mad Max Mike.
Off to my right is mountains, but they didn’t put the road there. They put it down here, in a cold desert. Not at all mountainous. It aspires to bumpy. I wish I had a more photographic personality, so I would take lots of pictures for you guys, but it just ain’t in my nature. I’ve always been a word guy. When I was a single father of a small boy, relatives got me a camcorder (it was the 90s), but I never even took it out of the box. Some parents, I noticed, were so busy documenting what their children did that they had no time to see it. I snapped a few pictures of Hadrian here and there, sure, but not a whole lot.
Still, I like Wyoming. It looks different from where I was, which, really, is all I’m asking of our planet right now.
March 14, 2016
Tomorrow's the big day.
Actually, all days are the same size, but, nevertheless, some are bigger than others, like the ones where you go to Alaska.
Got the brakes on the truck fixed, made sure the taillights work on the 5th wheel, sold the Chevy Cavalier for $1700 and put the Olds 88 in storage because I fucking love that car. Took the dogs to the vet for one final checkup and shots, and submitted myself because, you know, ObamaCare. 118 over 77. ObamaCare is great if you’re dirt poor or destitute, but if you work for a living it’s fuck you, asshole.
Because I got a DWI 9 years ago, I will have to take the ferry out of Seattle. Fuck Canada. I love ferries. Besides, who wants to pay five bucks for gas when it’s really only worth a buck or so?
Oh, right…Canadians and Europeans.
You guys sit tight. Watch another tv show. I got shit to do.
March 11, 2016
"National American University Holdings, Inc. is a provider of postsecondary education primarily focused on the needs of working adults and other non-traditional students.
The Company owns and operates National American University, a regionally accredited, multi-campus institution of higher learning. The Company operates through two segments: NAU and other. The NAU segment contains the operations associated with the University operations. The other segment contains primarily real estate. The Company offers academic and degree programs online. In addition to its university operations, it operates a real estate business known as Fairway Hills Developments (Fairway Hills). Its real estate business rents apartment units, and develops and sells condominium units in the Fairway Hills Planned Residential Development area of Rapid City, South Dakota. To service its online teaching, the Company utilizes Desire2Learn (D2L), an Internet-based learning management system.“
Just bought a stake in this. After I finish this bottle of vodka, I’m gonna go up to the dean’s office and tell him what’s what.
"I don’t think you’re charging enough for tuition,” I will begin, and cackle drunkenly because I haven’t payed back my student loans either. I’m not too terribly concerned about them. One day, after I die, they won’t matter at all. They will be ‘forgiven’. Haha.
Next up: investing in college bookstores, because JESUS H. CHRIST! You buy a book for $200, then trade it in for $8, then the very next semester it’s $198. The very same book (I know, I secretly marked mine).
If that ain’t a brilliant business plan, I don’t know what it is. Goddamn.
I used to think college was a scam that sent millions of people into lifelong debt, with only a small percentage realizing their actual dreams, financially speaking, but I was wrong. The cultural pressure of “everybody must go to college” actually keeps prices high.
So, yeah, kids. Go to college. I’m investing in your future!
March 9, 2016
You know that program in word processing and texting applications that tries to guess what you’re typing before you type it?
I think the guy who wrote it should be strung up by his balls, doused in gasoline, and set on fire.
Even chicken pox is less annoying.
