Misc

Books

Visiting D.C. afforded me the opportunity to visit local branches of the national bookstores and as usual, I found that they had a wider, more diverse collection. My local Barnes & Noble and Borders Bookstore here in Boise both lick sweaty bull balls.
Sorry to be so absurd but it ticks me right off that they stock the shelves of the stores in bigger cities with more and different books so that I either have to order it from Amazon or go hungry. I never order in store, the prices are atrocious--whoever heard of paying the suggested price for a book--and it requires yet another trip to the store, which sucks.
Anyway, in D.C., the Borders had a wonderful variety of books on dramatic writing and I bought Playwriting by Sam Smiley. It was a toss between that and Carpe Diem by Harry Mount. Alas, Mount's book had some grammatical errors (wow, I actually caught Latin grammatical mistakes! Very proud) so Playwriting it was.

The Audacity

Hussein Obama's picking up steam and looks to supplant the virago. In what I can only think of as an empty gesture more than a rational decision, Democrats--especially the white ones--are voting for him because they would love to feel in their hearts that they don't have a problem with blacks. Hey man, look, no racism! Sigh. Well, if that's what it takes to curdle your milk, foo'!
I've posted before about my distaste for this treachorous asshole, abandoning as he did, any mention of his mother because it would be politically inexpedient to have everyone suddenly realise she's white! Gasp, you mean I'm still voting for a half-honky? Goddamn!
Which brings up a point: exactly what fraction of a person's racial constitution must be black in order to be black? If one is 50% black ... well, I can see how the color may give it away. What about 25%? Still black? 10%? A touch of the tar brush, as the British Raj used to say?
I'm reminded of this because of Henry Louis Gates' documentary on PBS, African American Lives 2.
In the first installment, Gates learned much to his dismay that he was essentially half-white and in part 2, he learned further that majority of that whiteness is Irish. Of course like Obama, that part of his history is rejected forthwith and Africa is embraced like a child rushing for mama. Gates refers constantly to "my people" and "our people". Which ones do you mean, Gates, you pissant?
Most of the other people on the show were revealed to have varying percentages of white blood, all of which again were summarily dismissed. Granted, the usual way this admixture occured was by brutal sexual exploitation (read: rape), but live with it. As one of the four I found fascinating on the show, Maya Angelou said she was grateful for everything. She was "here," wasn't she? (Don Cheadle, Morgan Freeman, and Bliss Broyard were the other three.)
Cheadle is so well-spoken (and I mean that, not as the platitude we all know, but genuinely. The man's fucking intelligent, judging by his word choice, etc.) as is, of course Freeman. Broyard is the daughter of a man who decided he would no longer be black because he wanted to get ahead in life during the 40s. Her genetic makeup was found to be 88% white and when she was asked, she self-identified as white. Gates' hackles were raised, I could tell. So I guess to him, 12% black is black. Whatever.
From the same program, I found a bit of fun to hear that only 1 in 20 black Americans have native American Indian blood. For an insane reason, high cheek bones and long hair in black Americans were attributed to intermarriage with Indians. As it turns out, it's almost completely false and come to find out, runaway slaves were routinely returned to their masters by Indians. I wonder how that stands with the Indians of today? Heheh...
To finish up this section as I started, with Hussein. Carmen is reading his Audacity of Hope and, like the cliched liberal intellectual she is, fawns over him. Which got me to thinking how inane such a title is. What is audacious about hoping? You want audacity? Pick up an M16 rifle and go fight for your country, you piece of shit. That's audacity, not some feather-footed notion about some ephemeral human feeling.
This is how far we've come that it takes audacity to hope? What next? The Temerity of Breathing? The Balls to Walk? Fuck me! Mr. Platitude needs to pussyfoot his way back to Illinois, which must make Lincoln spin in his grave. Two presidential candidates from the same state (Carpetbagger Hilly is from Illinois) and not one of them with enough common sense to reject Marxism.

Guns

Yet again another fucker goes crazy in a university setting and murders people. I tell you, like dictators, the only real tragedy here is that someone did not execute this fucking asshole as he went on his rampage. Forsooth, if I were a student at Uni today, I'd carry a concealed weapon and give as good as I got when I see this kind of shit go down. Fuck running away like a rabbit or freeze there awaiting my impending slaughter.
You know what we should do? Make craziness illegal. No more crazy people, no more mass murder. Right? [\sarcasm]
Here's an idea. I heard the man "went off his medication" some time back and "started acting irrationally" before the shootings. There are several contraceptives on the market today that release medicine at a constant rate sometimes for years. Why doesn't someone invent something that will feed anti-crazy medication to these fuckers so they can't "go off" their medication? How about that? I wager whoever does that will be a rich person.
However, enough of this bullshit. Either completely outlaw gun ownership then go house-to-house and seize every single weapon ... oh, so sorry, that pesky Second Amendment thing. Well then, the only thing you can do is allow people to be able to defend themselves. No one is crazy enough not to know the basic, pragmatic facts of life. You notice Mr. Cuckoo wasn't crazy enough to do this inside his local PD.