bring the noyz

Well, my dear reader, seeing as how I returned to the spectrum of political ranting over the weekend, I thought I might just continue.

Today's subject relates to state politics. Call me a cynic, but in general I view the participants in state political issues with an even greater degree of contempt, disdain, and disgust than I do those on the national scene.

And that my friend is a scarcely plausible thing.

That being said. . . onward with my anecdote!

Today at work, a couple coworkers and I were discussing the stench of this deal.

All innocent coincidence and a state leader with a genuine concern about the health of young girls? Hmm. . . puzzling evidence. . .

Whatever.

We were discussing the notion that Gov. Good Hair is trying to set himself up to be a possible vice-presidential candidate in 2008.

When discussing his possible vice-presidential qualifications, or lack thereof, I asked a coworker, "Well, has he ever shot a man in the face?"

My coworker paused for a moment with a thoughtful look, "Well, do you remember a few years ago? There were those rumors. . ."
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My dear reader, a friend and coworker has posted a short film online. Please, I beseech thee from the bowels of Christ. . .

(and you must admit it's been a while since I've done any beseeching from anywhere, let alone from the innards of a deity, so you surely understand its importance and my urgency)

. . .please, please check it out and show your support.

Travis Love

- noyz
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My most Honorable Ladies and Gentlemen,

I claim the right of citizenship and constituency in a what I am told is still a democratic republic, and humbly request you heed my words, if only briefly.

Good morning. Yes, I realize it's scarcely past nine on a Sunday morning. I'm drinking a beer. And I neither care nor want to hear it. For some time now I have refrained from ranting about the crisis and quandries facing our political heroes. I have done this because there are only some many ways you can express your sheer disgust and utter revulsion for the ruling classes. And in all honesty, I have either been unsuccessful or I am still fucking pissed off with you bastards at my previous efforts to gain your attention and sway your opinions.

If I want to observe and study primate behavior, I'd much rather watch a documentary on Jane Goodall's work. At least the chimps are furry and cute. They don't gloat their patriotism with flag lapel pins and designer silk ties. Despite their complete lack of modern conveniences they somehow still manage to get things done. And I love the story about the lower chimp who temporarily attained alpha male status by banging around empty gasoline cans. He scared the hell out those other poor bastards. Damn, that's still as funny and entertaining to watch today as it was in those anthropology classes back in college.

But really now, what the fuck is this? Hey guys, we kinda really need you to pull your heads out of your own asses, your dicks from the asses of pages, and stop trying to blow smoke up ours.

For gahd-sakes take a fucking stance. Stop your grandstanding and demonstrating your staff's knowledge of American history with forced attempts at eloquence and lofty pandering speeches to your base of support like some high school kid in a debate class arguing over who should be prom queen. Stop claiming your moral superiority over those bastards on the other side of the aisle.

What the hell is wrong with you people? Just fucking do something, demonstrate the courage of your alleged convictions.

Somethings gotta give. Or every thing I was taught about the world was one big fucking lie, I just swallowed the red pill and Alex Jones is right.

And that realization is as disappointing as it is just plain fucking frightening.

Most humbly and sincerely yours,

- polymer noyz
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"Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy"

- Thin Lizzy

Wow, it's been what, a year or so at least since I last heard from this guy. You'll never guess who's back in town. I wouldn't have believed it myself but I saw him with my own eyes as we met for a couple of beers last Friday.

So lemme tell ya. . .

My old friend Colt Barrington is back. He sounds like he may be going through kind of a rough patch, so please go check him out and offer your support.

Thank you my dear reader.
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"This is the kind of spontaneous publicity. . . that makes people." -- Navin R. Johnson

You can now find me on MySpace.
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Like you, my dear reader, I too spent the afternoon in a cloudy haze of grief and despair upon reading the news of the tragically sudden and totally surprising death of The World's Most Famous Stripper.

Like me, my dear reader, you may be tempted to snicker with bemusement at the giant media orgasm surrounding her death.

But please, my dear reader, think not of the perma-fried and used-up cartoon character whose life had devolved into little more than fodder for the tabloid parasites and paparazzi whores.

(As a related aside, I only hope that someone stomps on the worms associated with this story. I can imagine few things more vile.)

No, no. . . think of what once was, remember the voluptuous sexuality, the nubile and innocent air-brushed sensuality, the soft-filtered beauty, and imagine all that could have been.

Upon first reading the news this afternoon, one of my first thoughts:

"Jesus God in heaven, uh, why did you kill such hot snatch"

Like you, my dear reader, I too feel no shame at sharing with an almost a fond sense of nostalgia memories of turning the pages of her early published work with one hand.

So now, my dear reader, join me in a fitting tribute.

The next time you find yourself alone with yourself and your thoughts, click here or here.

Then my dear reader, click and scroll with one hand while raising yourself straight and tall with the other. . .

Join me in a sort of 21-gun salute.

Fire.
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