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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Widget

So finally my prayers have been answered and google has made a way for me to publish my blog from a widget on my powerbook. Yes, I am that lazy. Maybe this will revive my desire to actually write in this thing. Hopefully, more will come soon!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Report


I love the report. Buy a Newsweek this week. Just do it.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

State of the Union...



My impressions on GW's, ummm, 6th state of the union?

strong but under siege by terror.

Holy shit, he is still talking about terrorists.

Wiretaps done under the authority given to him by...the constitution? WTF?

Freedom, freedom, freedom....

Applause, applause, applause...(hey, Clinton is applauding, damn it must suck to be the front runner)

Finally, domestic policy...

The economy is strong? Well, the stock market is...

We have created new jobs!!! YAY!!! Wait, those jobs are in India!

Arn't the temptations a band?

GW given a shout out to his amigos! The immigrants. Senior Bush estoy muy bueno!

Taxes=Bad, Spending money=Good...wars are expensive and we want to cut down government revenue. Ahem! Halliburton needs that monday George!

Rick Santorem=super douche

Baby Boomers will destroy America. They must be stopped!

We need to reform social security! It will go bankrupt...(hilarious sarcastic applause break from Dems) in 42 years! We cannot ignore it! What would we have done had FDR not done something about the bursting of the tech bubble!

Dick Cheney is a penguin

No one can outproduce or outcompete the american worker...ok, well, how about people that work for a buck an hour? Fucking NAFTA.

I think he is proposing border ninjas!

The RNC got to him, he now rejects amnesty for migrant workers. The RNC just lost CA...oh, wait...

We need to help people afford getting gouged by insurance! We will use health savings accounts (Swish says that they are jokes, I believe him)

America is addicted to oil! We will use technology to stop this. Methadone is high tech.

Bout damn time that batteries made it into the state of the union.

ethanol will never be practical. Switch grass? C'mon.

Thank goodness i made it out of High School before a math and science initiative.

The no child left behind act IS raising test scores because IT REDUCES ACADEMICS TO TESTING! (that's bad)

We are a hell of society...compationate...this can be told by the fact that we are murdering less...i guess. OH, its by fewer abortions. (that actually predicts a huge crime wave in 18 years)

Ok, huge list of worries: Katrina victims, corrupt officials, activist judges...The Bush solution? Don't listen! Never give in to the nay sayers!

John Roberts! YAY! Sam Alito...ummm...YOU BET MUTHA FUCKER

Sandra Day O'Conner, we are a grateful nation.

George Bush is anti-human cloning. I think I might be with him on being anti animal-human hybrids though...

Laura Bush? Super cyborg.

New funding for AIDS research?!? Didn't see that one coming. Score one for GW...

Weak metaphors abound...

"Before history is written in books, it is written in courage." ...and your gut

GOD BLESS AMERICA! (that was an hour of my life that I am never, ever getting back)

Media Responses:
Chris Mathews (MSNBC): defending controversy
Fox News: Bush for American Monarch!
CNN: We hate america

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Coming soon

More posts. I have neglected this for too long. I will soon be back, using my spare time to fight the drudgery.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Happy Holidays from GM!


I remember when I saw the documentary "Rodger and Me" for the first time. I remember being amazed and outraged at GM for how they treat their employees and how little regard they seem to have for the communities that they live in. Now, just in time for the holidays they are announcing the closing of 9 plants and the cutting of 30, 000 jobs. Happy holidays from GM, I guess. I know, GM posted a 4 billion dollar loss this year, and, is fading as a brand. Still, one would think that, in this age of patriotism that they might consider closing a plan in Mexico or elsewhere. OR, at the very least postpone the closing until after the holiday season. I guess the time has come to start buying German, Japanese and even Korean cars because they are all building plants in the US and employing Americans. At least GM employees can still get a discount.

Escape!


I don't think there is anything funnier than watching the President of the United States try and duck out of a press conference only to be thwarted by locked doors. Watch the video.

I did it! I am so pumped!


Sometimes I wonder how it can be that I have so much time but cannot ever seem to get anything done. I think I figured it out. I get fixated on little things, and , like the obsessive compulsive that I am, have to figure them out before I can move on to other things. Like tonight for instance, I was fixated on TV, then on music. I knew I had to write a paper tonight if I wanted a relatively care free tomorrow but then it happened. I started thinking about the bow tie my father had given me that was sitting in my top drawer. I had to learn how to tie it. Problem is that every single damn web site depicting how to tie a bow tie is woefully inadequate. So, there I was, like a 14th century explorer whose cartographer had neglected to label his shitty map, trying to figure out how to die a damn bow tie. After close to a full hour that could have been better used, I finally got frustrated, thought about my shoe laces and got the thing to look (relatively) right. Now I will probably find something else to keep me from doing what I should be doing. Damn it.

A Brief Review of...Good Night and, Good Luck.


"Good Night and, Good Luck" is the sort of movie that every American should be forced to see. It is the story of legendary CBS journalist Edward R. Murrow's crusade against Sen. Joseph McCarthy. The story is told in a very subdued way, it seems to be mostly based in the rhetoric of Murrow versus the bloviating of the junior senator from Wisconsin. The story is a highly relevant one to the modern political motif that states that dissenters are unpatriotic. Somehow I got on a far right wing mailing list and receive an e-mail everyday that states that liberals hate America and are anti troop. I see this sort of thing on TV with fox news talking heads like Bill O'Rielly yelling at anyone that goes against our current administration. The long and the short of this can be summed up by Murrow himself: "We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. When the loyal opposition dies, I think the soul of America dies with it." So, see the movie. Liberal, conservative, perotacrat. See it. It is good. And it might just open your eyes to the spin that surrounds us.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Frye Concedes!

What do we win? Umm...the lesser of two evils. Back to political apathy for me!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

And now, story time...


Out of the Box
By Greg Williams

There were just so many things wrong with the living situation in Kellogg’s Estates. Tony looked at the boxes filling his modest two-story house in the suburbs and could not help but feel depressed. His stripes were ablaze with feeling. His coat was shiny. He would not live here much longer. It wasn’t the just the house that bothered him, it was everything about the neighborhood that had caught his ire. Moving into a place filled with other animal product spokes-creatures seemed like such a good idea when his close friend, the Yuban Coffee Puma, mentioned it to him. Turns out there were new tract houses going up in the Hollywood Hills.
“Tony,” the Puma said, “No Kidding, it will be Grrrreat!.”
Tony hated when people used the Grrrreat line. He had to fight the overwhelming urge to maul them. After all, he was a tiger, and he got enough of that shit at work.
The real estate agent that sold him the house assured Tony that he was not down wind from Colombian Coffee kingpin Juan Valdez’s burro. More bothersome were the late night “dealings” of the Smacks Cereal spokes frog, Dig’em. Then of course there was Geoffrey the Toys R’ Us giraffe. He thought he was a pimp, driving a sleek silver BMW with his head sticking out the sunroof. He would honk at all the young and nubile creatures from the Animal Cracker rooming house and flip down his sunglasses like he was in the “New Kids on the Block.” Sometimes Tony could not help but wish a sudden thunderstorm would arrive in the Southern California hills and use that damn Giraffe as a lightning rod.
Then came the night when Tony lost it. His wife, Kate Tiger, who had said she was at bridge club meeting, didn’t come home. Tony sat at the kitchen table, silently waiting, sipping his delicious Yuban coffee and tapping his claws on the table. Almost as the sun was poking through the darkness, Kate stumbled in. She was drunk and smelled of Fruit Loops.
“Where have you been?” Tony the Tiger asked.
“Oh, um, I’ve been playing bridge.” Kate responded, eyes glassy.
“Well, and I’m just following my nose here, but I would say you were at one of those wild swinger parties thrown by that son of a bitch Toucan Sam!”
“That’s preposterous! P-R-E-P-um-O…” Kate could not finish before plopping down on the table, beak marks on her neck. Tony sighed, thinking that this is what he gets for marrying a trophy animal.
Tony had heard enough. From the deviant Toucan, the pedophile Trix Rabbit and everyone in between. Tony was mad as hell. He let out a great roar, his claws extending out of his paws. Tony looked like the jungle animal he was, ready to maul and kill. But, he was a capitalist animal after all, and, with a rage filled paw, he picked up his phone and called his lawyer.
Tony wanted out. Out of his lease, out of his marriage, out of this damn neighborhood. He saw that bad things happen when these creatures of the jungle get taken from their natural habitats and are given large sums of money and power as cereal spokes-creatures.
As Tony sat with is boxes, he thought to himself that his life was not Grrrrreat. Perhaps the time had come for Frosted Flakes to find a new tiger. He suddenly felt like paper. He was tired, and missed the jungle.

Report from the Trench


See that? That hopefully will be the face that I am giving tonight when I log on to the San Diego UT's web site and find that Jerry Sanders is the new mayor. I know what you are thinking: Greggers, you have sold out your values. Well, I have a little, but anyone who has heard all of the stories of Donna Frye that my mother, a life long civil servant, tells of Donna Frye, one would want we were also voting on whether to have her drawn and quartered. Needless to say, I am not a huge fan. What I really hate about frye (no longer worthy of a capital f) is how she vilinizes civil servant's who have made tremendous sacrifices to serve their community. She seems to think that they are all greedy and lazy, they are not. They are amongst the most dedicated professionals on earth. And, thanks to people like councilwoman and Gestapo chief Frye, they are all heading for the hills as they have been betrayed. Donna frye thinks that it was a tremendous gesture on her part, giving up her pension. I am sure Mike "White Devil" Aguirre would agree. Its funny how people whom are independently wealthy are so willing to give up the small chunk of change that city employees are to live on after they retire. In conclusion, I hate donna frye...and my ankle is fine.

We now return to our regularly scheduled happy go lucky G-Williams!