Saturday, May 29, 2004
Friday, May 28, 2004
Dont make the mistake of thinking about why they had to kill the chicken
I could understand why a man who was having sex with a hen might have to try to kill anyone who happened to see them in the act. I could certainly understand why news of this would then cause everyone in town to be less than polite to the aforementioned chicken fucker. I could even understand why a person would have to hang themself after this sort of news spread around town. What confused me for some time was why the townspeople felt the need to kill the chicken.
Upon realizing the answer, I finally understood that there are some things in this world that you are better off not knowing.
Points for persistance...
but this guy is probably still too stupid to live.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
The Drunken Scapegoat of Justice -or- More ev. for my last post
The will of the people was dealt a crushing blow today. The Supreme Court of Louisiana saw fit to remove District Judge Monty L. Doggett from the bench even though he had been twice elected by his constituency. The Court justified its petty tyranny with accusations that the Judge was a raging alcoholic.
Sure Judge Dogget may have issued arrest warrants when he was too drunk to read them. He may have even sometimes been so intoxicated that court had to be canceled. Hell, he once may have had to be carried out of his courtroom by deputies. But we've all been there at one time or another, have'nt we? The fact remains that the people declared that they thought this man was the best person to administer justice in their district, in spite of being a drooling alcy.
Sounds like the people of New Orleans are a little bit more enlightened about the real value of the justice system. That or just a hell of a lot drunker. I'm thinking just drunker.
A step in the right direction?
The bustling metropolis of New Martinsville, W.Va, will hold an election this year. This is normal, says you; every two bit berg in the country holds those things every once in a while. Sure, says I; but what makes this particular irrelevant election so relevant is that the people have managed to arrange for an honest contest. The people may vote for the right candidate. The reason; no one will be running. The ballot will be empty.
The current mayor (the write in candidate who was elected in a landlide victory two years ago amidst a flurry of 19 votes) is working to dissolve the towns charter, which seems to annoy people by calling for regular elections. I for one applaud the apathy shown in West Virginia. Perhaps we should try the same system for the presidential elections. Submit an empty ballot. If people want a president, they can use thier brain machines to think of an actual name rather than pulling a lever (or whatever they do in those socialization tools they call election booths). We might end up with President Timberlake that way, but Im not sure that would be worse than Sheriff Bush.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Stranger than fiction update
Just imagine it; 81 naked Brits flying through the sky.
WARNING: link shows naked Brits flying through the sky! View at your own risk.
Lawyering Tips for the Day -or- In other canine legal news...
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Maybe the green is appropriate after all
I'm off to Ireland for the weekend so little chance of dealing with template issues anytime soon. Anybody have any ideas on why my template would preview one way and publish another?
Anyway, wish me luck with driving on the wrong side of the street.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Looks like some fucking pothead is screwing with the template again
Those dipshits at the new blogger, with some small assistance from me, have managed to convert my blog irreparably (at least until I figure out my other webpate editing software enough to convert my saved version) to this freakishly green monstrosity. I must admit I kind of like parts of it though. Just a little too green.
I'm off to Berlin for the weekend so I probably wont have the other links and such back up till Monday. This is not intended as a personal slight to anyone.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Update: Well that was easy, but the other formating might require some actual brain thinking, so we'll see how it goes.
They finally found the Libary of Alexandria. I wonder if this means someone gets free scientific advancements?
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Me learn good
I'm working with this whole posting of pictures thing, so bare with me if I screw up and post some old porn "by mistake".
I still need to figure how to post pictures in the other sections of the template, but that will have to wait untill I have a new batch of important things to avoid doing.
Morbid war tourism on parade: The site of the Knin Rebellion
Where's Martha Stewart when you need her? Oh yeah... sorry...
In case, like me untill recently, you dont have the foggiest fucking idea as to how the latest of the wars in the Balkans started, here's some background reading.
The picture above is of the first Croatian police station to be taken over by Serb forces, on August 17, 1990. The fun part of the story associated with this site, and the one you dont get unless you read the in depth books or happen to be traveling with someone who works for the defense counsel for Milosovitch, involves lots of alcohol.
This is really not surprising given that much of the society in the region seems to involve lots of alcohol. This is not a slur on the people, the areas natural barren beauty makes it seem totally natural to be putting down vodka before noon. Given their history, I also hesitate to tell them they have a lot to stay sober for. But even in Slovenia, where the GDP is quite respectable, they still dont have a problem with puttin back a little liquor. As a for instance, I will site the old lady I saw taking a quick refresher shot of Jagermeister (straight from the bottle of course) before going into a cave in southern Slovenia.
But back to the war. It seems that the Serb forces that created some of those partially repared bullet holes you see above did quickly take over the police station. They then proceeded to celebrate. They apparently celebrated so prodigiously that the next day when the croation forces arrived to take back their station they found the entire bunch passed out or so hung over they couldnt even put up a fight.
The slighly humorous side of the normally tragic Knin story continues when the ISSI posse rolled through town a few weeks ago. It seems that the police frown on randomn tourists documenting their history of war, and decided to detain us to run a "quick check". We would've gotten away clean if not for the International Criminal Tribunal for former Yugoslavia worker we had with us. His photo came up on file, so we had a nice time explaining what the fuck an ICTY is to the one officer with enough broken english to communicate with us. After we had them pretty convinced we were'nt arms dealers or Serbian special forces looking to plan a new assault, they were nice enough to send us off just in time to watch five randomn guys (I mean just got up from their morning beer at the nearest cafe randomn) and a crane in the middle of the road attempting to position a fully stocked street side kiosk. I'm just glad I'd learned enough from the culture by then to have a flask of vodka on hand.
Beautiful country though...