Absurd Spices

Fun and frustration from a gimp with an axe to grind. After all, absurdity is the spice of life. There will also be Punch and Pie

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Striving for Subpar

So it would seem that I have a blog now. I have a grand readership of one and the occasional check for updates by my lovely girlfriend. But, I’m trying to get better at this whole posting-regularly-and-not-just-about-what-I-had-for-lunch deal. I’ve never been good at journaling, nor being topical, so this is a huge double-whammy super challenge for me. C’est la vie. Oh, and I have to manufacture some content before the Carnival of comedy hits me here. It would be a shame to have so many guests and a bare cupboard. I answered the call of the great monkey from space, and he decided to let this lil’ fella host.

I’ve been reading blogs for about two years now. I frequent IMAO the most and tend to check for updates about every 2 hours or so. Frank J., ruler of the blogododecahedron, and his cadre of posters keep the funny rolling all day long. I wish I could have that kind of humor/satire skills, but I’m relegated to sounding semi-intellectual/thoughtful on whatever topic catches my attention. This is hard to do as I am often distracted by shiny objects and work. But, on the upside, I’m being paid for blogging by my unwitting employers. Take that Capitalist Banker Pigs.

I believe that the first time I found IMAO; I was following a link from a blog that was listed on the FrontpageMag.com blogwatch. If you’ve not checked it out, be sure to. Frontpage takes the best from the blogs and gives it to you in an easy collection of right minded posts. They also have a fantastic collection of essays posted daily about the health of our nation and the fight to preserve our way of life. Anyhow, after following the IMAO link, I ended up reading the entire archives in about 3-4 days. The stuff was just that good. It was just my style too. Since I’m rather right-wing and sarcastic, it was like a hand and glove. I’ve also found some rather great links to other humor blogs, as well as news that I’d not been aware of. Though Frank J. puts a lot of the funny into his site, he always provides links to the inspiring articles. Well, Frank J., Harvey, RWD, SpaceMonkey, Laurence Simon (The token Jew) and Cadet Happy/mud shoelace/whatever name suits his fancy. I tend to learn and also to get rather steamed at the latest fun and games wafting rather odiferous from the other side of the political spectrum. But I’m staying informed and entertained in one fell swoop.

To those of you out there who use the power of the blog to expose the hypocrisy of the Left, the “moderates” and the RINOS: I salute you. To IMAO, Michelle Malkin, Rightwing News, Powerline, LGF and the rest, my thanks for giving me the truth, the lies and the funny. I rest comfortably every new day in my political beliefs knowing that I have picked the side of the patriots, freethinkers and speakers of truth. Plus, we have the coolest guns. Thank you all so very much for all that you do.

-Jesse W.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

That's How Cohesion Crumbles

It’s a funny thing our personal interactions today. We seem to have mysteriously lost the ability to truly communicate with each other. Picture it in your mind. Sit and think of your total number of interactions last week as compared to the number of people you casually passed here or there, the time spent with family and friends, and your time at work. If you really stop and think about it, it’s a rather abysmal commentary on where we are as a society these days.

First, we have the wonderful miracle of multi-culturalism. We don’t have to be a melting pot, or blend in, because we have the right to make our adopted homeland just like the hole we escaped from to get there. It’s only fair. So, this leads to division, enclavism and general unrest laid upon racial and cultural lines. White folk won’t talk to Black Folks, who won’t talk to Hispanic/Chicano (See, multi-culturalism again) folks, who won’t talk to Asian folks, who won’t talk to Slavic folks, etc. We see someone who is different and barriers go up. Distrust is built-in and is fomented by groups that want to divide everything, base everything, and blame everything on race. And no one takes more blame than White men, but that’s another essay on Racism actually being color-blind. Let us try to stay on point.

Next we get division based on fear. There is a world of violence out there and the “Criminal Justice” system isn’t really stemming the tide. Felons get off on technicalities and the police are more handcuffed than those they are supposed to keep us safe from. So, we’ve been taught by a society that refuses to see the victim and give them rights, to not make eye contact. Don’t say hi by any means, you’ll just provoke the madman giggling in the head of the next person in line at the supermarket. If you get attacked, hey, we told you to keep everything to yourself. So we don’t really smile at each other, say hi, be friendly or even act like we actually live in a society together.

Finally we come to the fear of the other side of the coin, the lawsuit. We don’t care to part with our hard earned cash because someone got offended at something we’ve said. It’s funny that we have this Bill of Rights thing that specifically states that the freedom of speech shall not be infringed upon. I’ve read it, and I find it funny when compared to today’s laws. It’s funny because you can actually become a criminal just for making a comment to someone that they, in turn, took the wrong way. Boy was I surprised when I found out Sexual Harassment was three words. Apparently the Judicial System picks and chooses the Amendments it’s got a hard-on for that day and ignores the rest. So we don’t talk to folks, don’t communicate, because we are afraid that the process server will come and deliver us a nice lawsuit, and possible criminal charges.

The amazing thing about all these barriers, all these roadblocks to communication, is that we have no idea they are there. We, most of the time, don’t make the conscious decision to be closed off. The high idea of a Utopia for all has drained us of our social capital. We have nothing to trade on to keep us interacting. By wanting to exclude no group, we’ve managed to alienate each one. A society is defined by Webster’s as, “An enduring and cooperating social group whose members have developed organized patterns of relationships through interaction with one another.” We have lost our relationships and our interactions. The patterns have been shattered and we’ve lost the knowledge to put them back together.

Unless we learn how to communicate again, we’ll have no society left at all.

-Jesse W.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Some Beatles Song I Heard

Ah, the thrill of the chase. I Love romance and Love and all that comes with it. Hell, I even enjoy the headaches that accompany any relationship of a romantic nature. So long as I have someone to call my own, I am quite content. And, as long as she has her annual psych evaluation and takes her subsequent prescribed doses of medication. Of course, you’d have to be a bit batty to get involved with me.

Relationships can be fun, exhilarating, enjoyable, frustrating, maddening and enraging, along with a host of other emotions. They are hard work. I know this, because in the past, I had been willing to work through any problem that arose, and the woman was not. Or the other way around. I’ve found that Love can be a strange duck.

People tend to use the phrase, “Fell in Love”, way too often. I believe that there is an initial attraction phase that could be described as this falling, but that only covers infatuation really. Love is something that I believe one chooses to feel. It means work. It means staying together even after the wheels fall off. When things get strained, Love stretches but never breaks. Anything else is just a passing phase or pure passion.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that Love is without passion. Love is FULL of passion and romance and fun, but it also carries pain and vulnerability and frustration. And man is it worth it. The getting there is half the fun too. You have the subtle flirting, then the dates, then the cuddling, then the snogging, then the REALLY fun part. And then you find that you have chosen Love and that you want to be with that person everyday for the rest of your lives. Love is the best feeling and best state of being in the world. The best description of Love was made by Paul the Apostle in his letters to the Corinthian Church. I’ll let You look it up.

I’ve never experienced Love to its fullest, but I have seen it many times in action. I’ve seen it with my oldest friend, Ben and his wife, RaLynn. I’ve seen it in the marriage of my best Friend Chris. And I have seen it the most in the marriage of my really good friend, Chris. No matter what comes at him and Kim, they stick together, back-to-back to face whatever comes at them. They care enough to sacrifice their own desires for each other and their children. I only hope that one day I can find Love in its entirety, just like the examples I have seen from my friends.

Until next time, Ta.

-Jesse W.