More Chavez

So.

Angela Merkel noted that different Latin American countries have different views, and aren’t all spoken for by say, one of the least popular countries in the region.

How would you respond if you were Chavez:

a) Nothing. Different countries are different countries. Would Merkel complain if someone had mentioned that she doesn’t set policy for all of Europe?
b) Call her a political descendant of Hitler.
c) Destroy your country’s economy and civil rights.

The answer is b). I tried to trip you up with c), but obviously he hadn’t done that in response to anything Merkel had done, but just because he either cares nothing for Venezuelans and longs only to buy power and destroy the country in that quest or is delusional.

Also, as a congrats to me: I just pulled off 2 hours straight of sleep!

 

Kim Carnes: Bette davis Eyes

I downloaded this thinking it was Bonnie Tyler. Seems not. Anyway, it’s on repeat now.

 

The Sickest Man Knows How to Feel

I was only as sick as yesterday until I got in the car two hours ago. Then I got hit with something horrible.

Incredible nausea and light-headedness. I tried to fix it with shawarma, but that just came up when I got home. At least I was able to pick up Schumpeter’s Capitalism, Socialism and Democracy from the library. I’m sure I’ll love it, it’s Schumpy after all, (not that I’ll agree with it at all, just enjoy it), but I wish it was an audiobook. I’m too lazy to hold books.

So back to reading in bed (between tossing and turning) for me. I haven’t felt this sick in years.

Update: here’s an article on who Schumpeter is by DeLong.  I put it here because the reviews on the Amazon site make Schumpy sound like some sort of socialist.  Don’t want y’all thinking withdrawal has made me crazy.

 

Occupied by Occupations

I’ve got occupations on my mind.

I’m thinking of:
The Tripartite partition of Poland
The Polish occupation of Prussia/Pomerania
The Israeli occupation of Palestine
The International occupation of Afghanistan
The International occupation of lesser Germany after WW2

These are modern occupations I know relatively more about. There’s plenty more obviously that I don’t think I know enough about to get much information from.

Two I think were useful police actions, two are unbelievably nasty, and one I’m back and forth on. I figure you can guess which is which.

Since I’m thinking about them I’ll probably be writing about them over the next little while. I regret having killed my old blogs because I had some commenters there to at least discuss things with a bit. Even if we all mostly just talked about things like my “suck your pickle for a nickle” 19th Century hooker pickup line…

Also, while we’re on the topic of my old blogs, if you read them you know there’s very little chance I’ll ever mention this on-blog again and will instead talk about game theory for a post and then celebrity gossip, then how I got my foot stuck in something, and how blah blah blah…. But what will happen is just that the articles I tend to link to over the next while will more likely be about these topics.

Blah.

 

Death to Friendster

I’ve used this unsleepableness to kill my Friendster account, finally. I’d suggest y’all do the same.

Also, the pills are gaining traction. Finally, sleep.

Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll begin the withdrawal diet of shawarma for breakfast lunch and dinner.

Again again, this will stop being a personal blog soon enough.

 

Bald old lady undergoing chemotherapy porn

I’ve become pretty obsessed with the idea of photoshopping bald President Roselin from Battlestar Galactica’s head into porn photos and setting up a website for it.

Like maybe her face covering the actors faces, shit like that being just kind of the natural thing to expect. That might be good enough and such, but then it’s just porn for people who are attracted to old ladies going through cancer treatment (honest, hardworking people like the rest of us. The salt of the earth. The people who built our country. Nothing wrong with them.) But then I’m just a pornographer and not really expressing what I wanted to express:
What I want is to take porn pictures and insert her bald head all over the place. Floating above. On people. Inside of things. On the end of things. Watching from the next room. All over and whatnot.

I don’t know why this seems like a good idea. In my head I rationalize that it has something to do with my having tried to figure out who her character appealed to in the first place (after the last episode where she played a major role for no reason. All she did was lay around and make me angry.) So, you know, I was thinking about who she might appeal to and one thing led to another and suddenly i was proposing her having a role in disgusting disgusting porn.

That’s the explanation that makes the most sense to me. Any other one makes me kind of angry.

 

Birds

Still no sleep and I can hear birds chirping. That sucks.

And it’s not even a duck fighting a monkey like those other two nights. It’s just morning coming.

I just took 4 sleeping pills so I suspect I’ll be laying in bed not sleeping and thinking about the early papacy for the next little while.

 

Simpsons and American Dad advice

Just for those wondering “hey, I wonder if the Simpsons is still any good, or if that ‘American Dad’ show by the Family Guy people is any good either”.

No, they aren’t.

 

New withdrawal

What’s a blog from me without a new bout of withdrawal?

I can’t sleep. Neither painkillers nor sleeping pills are having any effect.
I feel lie I’m being wound in opposing directions, like wringing a cloth, physically, emotionally, and whatever something like “mentally”. Physically it really fucking hurts. Everything hurts. Today at a friends I complain quite a bit about human touch, because the thought of it hurt because withdrawal fills me with such incredible anger. Which is fine. But now stuff is way more awesome: every touch hurts. My clothes hurt. It hurt to lay in bed. I can feel the air from my ceiling fan and it feels like punches. Beautiful.

I wish I had a bunch of mice to pulverize and get in my moth mistake a week after I killed them again. What’s withdrawal without shit like that?

Anyway, my jaw is clenched like a clenchatron and it hurts but it’s hard to stop. I’ll try another round of Xanax and trazadone and T3s. (Please, if anyone has something stronger, it would help. I’m usually fine with a fair amount of pain but it’s making me so so irascible.) In the meantime I’m trying to focus on thinking about ODSP and taxes. I want to start a campaign round the ODSP. Not a horrid special diets type campaign like that horror horror fest before. No, more focused on the clawback. Who likes the clawback? I have Milton Friedman on my side on that one for god’s sake. People who like the clawback are just moralists.

Shit. The withdrawal. I’m trying to focus on the withy in this post so that i focus on the regulars of politics, accussations, stupid things I’ve done lately, and celebrity gossip in the other ones.

Ok. So the withdrawal. Again. Ran out of my pills, but forgot them also. Then I liked the return of emotiosn brought on by not having them sedated away, and then I comitted to quitting again. Also, I play poker much better when not on my meds.

The cup of rotten Mr. Noodles that I just smelled made me puke. I’m considering smelling it again but I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I’ll just go puke again.

 

BCM WTC Commission Report on The WTC Attack

A Blog Called Malice’s World Trade Commission’s Report on the WTC Attack has found, much to the surprise of scientists, engineers, and architects, that the WTC buildings were built entirely from wood and wood byproducts.

WTC pre-erection.