Never been one to let the carrier drop

Truly disturbing news story here. Particularly disturbing line:

Remember, Optimus Prime will always be there for you ... no matter the cost, because freedom is the right of all sentient beings. Autobots! Transform and roll out!

[thoughts directed in the general direction of the author:]

You know, I’m glad that freedom is the right of all sentient beings.

I hope you don’t keep dogs.

No, seriously, doesn’t that include the freedom to be alive? I’m guessing, since your son just changed his name to a transformer doll and is off to perform acts of random violence in iraq, you’re for the war. It’s just a guess. I might be wrong.

So Optimus is off to kill a lot of innocent people in order to protect us from weapons of mass destruction that Scott Ritter, a ex-marine and cheif U.N. weapons inspector, says those people don’t have.

Yah, this is really great. I mean, I think Optimus might be a bit dissillusioned when he realizes he’s been had. I know I would. You sign up to help protect the american way of life, and it turns out the way we do that these days is by killing innocent people over weapons that don’t exist.

I’m sorry, Optimus. We didn’t fight hard enough to keep King George’s hands off you.

Welcome back to the dark ages, folks. Only these are gonna be digital dark ages. Fight hard for peace.

Yah, that’s a phrase that really works.

This leaves us with the uncomfortable position of not being able to do anything violent. But we can’t give up, either..

I know there are many web communities discussing this right now..

Hope someone comes up with something good. 😉

My dog, Daisy.. well, my parents’ dog, really, but the dog I grew up with, and the dog who comes to mind immediately when canine ideals of perfection are discussed, is dying. She has perhaps six months to live.

I remember bringing her home in a laundry basket when she was a little tiny puppy – it’s hard to believe her entire life has come and gone.

I mean, it’s been a good one. She’s been happy, healthy, and boisterous her entire life. Even now, from what I hear, she still acts perky and healthy – it’s only the blood tests which say her canine days are numbered.

My mother says she looks at each day of the short time remaining to Daisy Wogdog as a gift. I suppose all of our days and hours and minutes of life are to be looked at that way. But still..

Why must everything die?

S.

if this story is true – and I have no reason to beleive that it is or it isn’t – even Bush Sr. is not all gung-ho for the war. Perhaps he’s beginning to realize the error of his son’s ways?

Actually, they weren’t wrong, they were just written in a way to present completely the opposite meaning into the mind of one such as I of the one they meant.

I’m just not very bright.

Especially lately.

S.

Every once in a while, a particular peice of ineptness and/or cluelessness comes close to pushing me over the edge.

Today’s story comes from the neighborhood radio shack.

I decide that I want to give wire-wrapping a try. I mean, what the hell, it’s quicker than soldering and you don’t burn your fingers as much, right?

So I go down to radio shack and buy some wire wrap and a wire wrap tool. I’ve never wire wrapped anything before in my life, so I look at the instructions on the back of the tool and try to follow them.

What I end up with is a broken stub of wire and a horrid mess.

I keep trying, though, and eventually I get to where i can wrap the wire around a pin, but it ends up wrapped around the tool..

At some point, I start getting a touch, um, suspicious, and instead of reading the directions, I follow common sense and do everything exactly the opposite of what the directions say.. and lo and behold, beautiful wire-wrapped joints result, every time, spin the tool, thank you, drive through.

THE DIRECTIONS WERE BACKWARDS IN EVERY SINGLE REGARD!

You do NOT turn the tool clockwise! You do NOT stick the wire in from the back, you stick it in from the frount!

HOW COULD THEY DO THIS?

I mean, the directions were written in good english and all, they were just completely, utterly, totally wrong.

Is this radio shack’s idea of a joke?

Or do they maybe not want us to build anything?

My IQ is 127, according to a cheesy online IQ test that I just took.

I think that’s not even sufficient to get me into MENSA.

I think I’m going to interpret this as proof that IQ isn’t everything, since the few people I know who were in MENSA couldn’t have done half the things I did today if their lives depended on it. 😉

Anyone who is for a war in iraq should also listen to this Interview with Scott Ritter, the cheif UN inspector and a former marine.

Everyone who is for the war should listen to this mp3 of a speech by Michael Moore on Alternative Radio.

Someone asked in my journal comments section, ‘What, you haven’t left yet? What are you waiting for?’

It’s a good question. Especially since as we all know, when a country goes down the tubes and turns into a police state, it often becomes very difficult to leave. Obviously, if I had any common sense, I’d be catching one of the lifeboats out of the sinking ship U.S.S. USA.

But I don’t have any common sense. I’ve proved that time and time again. Common sense would imply that you don’t build your own EV just because you can’t buy one – common sense would imply that you don’t write things that might annoy the powers that be – common sense says don’t rock the boat because you’re sitting in it..

Did anyone catch Michael Moore at the Oscars? (I’m sure most of you did, or have heard of it). When asked why he said the things he did, he said – and I quote – ‘Because I am an American’. Nothing else. When asked ‘That’s all’, his reply? ‘That’s a lot.’

The idea of being run out of my country by a bunch of disguisting, pathetic, lying, cheating, murdering politicos rankles me beyond belief.

I didn’t even want to be run off of my bit of sidewalk at a antiwar protest in LA – it was only a combination of the inconvenience of being arrested in another state and the fact that I was so thirsty I thought I was going to faint that caused me to leave. [Yes, that’s right, in LA the cops stated that we could not stand peacefully on the sidewalk. We weren’t blocking traffic, we weren’t breaking things – but apparently, our first amendment right to peacefully assemble is no longer valid. Another casualty of Bush’s war]

I don’t like being run off. I’m stubborn. I admit it.

So, caller, there’s your answer. The reason I haven’t left yet is because I’m stubborn and I have no common sense. Make sense?

May every gun involved in this stupid war jam – may every gas mask leak, every chemical weapon turn out to be less powerful than tear gas, every rocket end up a dud, every engine on every vehicle on both sides seize, every geartrain refuse to mesh.

May every smart bomb turn stupid, every carpet bomb unravel, every bunker buster end up falling on uninhabited territory.

In short – deprive both sides of their weapons, and let them fight it out by hand, if they must.