Michael Kindt's Blog, page 78
January 6, 2016
January 5, 2016
One of the more beautiful things about our era
is that the term ‘racist’ is being so freely bandied about. I mean, you have the black lives matter people crying racist and the all lives matter people crying racist in turn. You have the toddlers on the college campuses saying everybody is racist and that they need a safe space, like, I guess, an adult version of one of those toddler play-pens, the Big Square, with the Cushioned Bottom, and Netting around the side. That way the poor widdle ones won’t get an owy, emotional or otherwise.
This is the next generation, people.
It’s 2015, and we are all racist. You don’t like Donald Trump? He’s racist and so are you. “Racist”! In 2015 “racist” is code word for “you think about race in a way I think is incorrect.” It used to actually mean something, but not anymore.
I actually think it’s a good thing such a potent word is being minimized and devalued by overuse. As we go forward, calling someone “racist” may be like calling them “bitch”. There are SO many racists now, in this land which elected a black man as its leader TWICE.
Yeah right. Sorry I don’t buy it.
It’s whatever. People aren’t interested in actual, true racism. What they are interested in is accusing people they don’t like or agree with. Racist has, indeed, become “bitch”.
It’s now a curse word, nothing more. You know how Bob is a dick? In the same way Tom is a “racist”.
My most visited page of 2015. It was apparently on Reddit or something. On December 13th it got over 10,000 pageviews…..
#OregonUnderAttack
Haha. Gimme a break. The best way to handle these yahoos is just ignore them. They are in the absolute middle of nowhere, occupying an old building that wasn’t even in use. No one at all is in danger, except, I suppose, the yahoos themselves.
Ignore them and they will get hungry and bored and go home.
Then you bust them…for what? Trespassing, maybe. Vandalism, if they damaged the building. Possibly weapons violations, if, indeed, they are violating any weapons laws.
The whole situation is a joke.
January 4, 2016
Alvis Edgar Owens, Jr. Better known as Buck.Fuckin A.
Alvis Edgar Owens, Jr. Better known as Buck.
Fuckin A.
Today as I was sitting on the toilet doing a crossword puzzle,
my balls delightfully cool because I am so old
and they hang so low
that they actually float on the water,
I made thirty-three bucks in dividends.
God bless America.
Well, it's 2016 and I'm finally breaking down and getting a new phone.
I’ve had this one since the Bush Administration, since 2007. I joke with people, “My phone is so old, it has a dial.”
“LOL,” they go, because, as you well know, I’m fucking hilarious.
It doesn’t have a dial, actually. Exaggeration is often a necessary part of humor, you see. But it is dying. A full charge only makes it half a day and the camera has stopped working. It’s all scratched up. About a year ago, I thought about keeping it forever, getting a new battery and continuing on until my death with the same Bush-era phone. It is a conversation piece. When I bust it out in social situations, people stare at me like I’m wearing a monocle or not taking psych meds.
“Can I see your phone?” they often say. “Wow!”
I am going to miss its buttons. I know I will have to adjust to typing on a screen. If possible, I would like my new phone to not connect to the internet. Long shot, I know. Everybody’s all connected constantly now. Oh, and look, our society is more fucked up than ever. Coincidence? Maybe.
The other day I was at the grocery store and actually saw a teenage girl NOT looking at her phone. It was terrifying. She was actually looking UP.
Talk about retro.
"I used a combination of LSD, charisma, and shitloads of pseudo-intellectual bullshit to manipulate..."
- Charles Manson
January 3, 2016
Sitting here painting minuscule cannons because my New Year's resolution was to build model ships.
So far so good.
I’m finding it both meditative and frustrating, which is a pretty strange combination if you think about it.
January 2, 2016
Margaret Cho nails it
“Why has there never been an Asian-American host, cast member or musical guest on ‘SNL’ in 41 years? Forty-one years. Yet they want Donald Trump, a known racist, a known sexist, who disgustingly wants to have sex with his daughter. Who does he think he is, Woody Allen?”
“People come at me and say, ‘Oh, Fred Armisen is a quarter Japanese, Rob Schneider is half Filipino.’ Yeah, that makes three-quarters of an Asian-American, not even in one person, in 41 years.“
^^ jeez way to go erasing mixed ppl
I do get the sentiment tho
No that’s a very good point, thanks for pointing that out! Apologies to any of our mixed race followers. -A
Could it be that you weren’t funny enough? No, that can’t be it. It’s RACISM! It’s always fucking racism.
I am a big fan of Margaret Cho, and this whining is beyond her. She must be smokin a doobie or something, playin hacky-sack with her intellect.
If yer funny, and certain avenues appear to be closed YOU CREATE NEW ONES, not fucking whine.
That’s what I don’t get about the millions of giant pussies that make up the “current” generation.
If you ‘can’t’ figure out how you ‘can’, you figure it out anyway, not who to blame.
Jesus.
Paper Boy | Michael Kindt
I used to deliver papers. It wasn’t a childhood thing. I was a grown man, a very poor grown man. In my life, I have experienced extreme levels of poverty, being homeless at one point, living in a car. I have also experienced extreme levels of middle class, living in a nice house with a microwave and a woman who admired how ‘solid’ I was.
Both existences fucking sucked–although I noticed it was far easier to be depressed in a nice house. I mean that in the most literal way. When you are trying to find something, anything to eat, you don’t have much time to ponder how no one understands you. When you are extremely hungry, you and the whole universe you inhabit makes complete sense. You know exactly what needs to be done: GET SOME FOOD.
Michael Kindt lives in the Black Hills of South Dakota. He has determined to die there. Soon, probably.
Semi-autobiographical. All true, except the part about drinking one beer. Come on, who drinks ONE beer?
