That awkward moment between the time you’re born and the time you die…
This morning—last morning, actually—I listened to an interview with Iggy Pop on NPR. The interviewer was asking him about his wild times, and one time in particular when he had to go to the hospital after crawling across broken glass on stage. The poor interviewer lady, who probably lives on the edge by having tea in the morning instead of coffee, was pretty astounded at how much danger Mr. Pop put himself into all the time being all punk rock and shit.
"Hey, they wanted to send me to Vietnam. It was a lot safer being in the Stooges than in the army."
Hahaha. Iggy Pop is a genius.
Now we’re trying to rack our brains to get into Syria. “How can we keep killing people?” Really we’re almost between wars now and continuous warfare is the new America. Kill, kill, kill.
We’re a Christian nation, you know.
I’m pretty much convinced that all right-wing Christians are actually Satanists. Do you really think the Father of Lies is going to show up in a fucking Slayer t-shirt? Gimme a break.
Rest in peace Jeff Hanneman, by the way.
Chemical weapons is the “red line” in Syria. If they use chemical weapons, that’s bad! Golly gee. Meanwhile, all the bees are dying from pesticides. Someday, we’ll have to draft our boys and girls to go out into the fields and pollinate all our food with cotton swabs.
Chemical weapons are bad!
Mark my words: whether it be Syria or Iran or North Korea, we are going to figure out a way to stay at war. Our young people will be dying again in a foreign land before Obama is done.
Funny how Eisenhower warned us about the military-industrial complex and now we’re all totally their bitch. “Oh, yeah, Ike. Didn’t he say something about this? Wait, is that a genetically-modified drone you’re shoving up my ass?”