Next Thursday, October 5th is the day boys and girls. If you hate what's happening in our current administration, call in sick, walk out of school, or do whatever it takes to get to your local rally. All the information you need is here.

Make it work.

For some completely foreign and asinine reason, I've become comletely addicted to MTV's Two A Days. The show chronicles a season of the Hoover High School Bucanneers Football team in Alabama, the cheerleaders that fawn over them, the parents who are entirely too proud of them, and the over-the-hill, fucked-up coaches who live through them. The team is ranked second in the nation and that nothing in the world is more important to them than a state championship. The premiss is solid, and in a very "Laguna Beach: The Real OC" sort of way, the show works towards a conclusion by focusing mainly on spoiled white kids and their life-or-death problems... like dating, popularity, prep rallies, homecoming, and athletic scholarships. It's serious stuff and no one takes it more seriously than themselves.

All in all, the show is nothing more than a bunch of drama-based bullshit. More importantly, it unknowingly provides proof that our priorities in this country are incredibly missplaced, bizarre and, well, just plain fucked-UP. So I should hate it, right? No.

Well, Yes! I mean... maybe? FUCK! I don't know!! I hate it. I love it. I love to hate it. But here's the kicker...

I was the captain of my football team in high school, so I can identify with a lof of what's happening in the show. As I got older, I became increasingly embarrassed about that fact. Then when I came out, I became downright ashamed, realizing that my participation in the that machismo-injected tribal nonsense didn't line up with my newfound lifestyle. Eventually though, I came to terms with all of that, writing it off as an important part of my journey. And then this show comes along, throwing all that crap right back in my face.

High School - although indicative of the way many will live their lives in its absense - is filled with petty drama, just like this show. Two A Days shows us that parents can take things way too seriously, teachers can do the same, and cheerleaders are just fucking nothing because they have no real purpose in life. But it's the coaches - oh yes, the coaches - that can create drama where none previously existed. They can be downright evil, too.

High School Football coaches are a breed of their own, and this show makes that very clear. Every week I watch them ridicule the players. They yell and scream and cuss and demean the students whenever they can. Holding a scholarship recommendation over the senior players heads like a dangling carrot, the coaches even threaten to pull it away if the team doesn't win. They're total dicks and it's incredibly obvious to me that they really get off on it. And that is completely dispicable and I hate it.

But I also think it's incredibly hot.

Yeah. It's like that. Some sort of freaky S&M bullshit has come to the surface, bringing up all sorts of questions about the role of authority figures in my life. But the big questions all go back to the '80's. Why did I play football in high school? Why did I subject myself to that shit? And why did I let my coaches unload all of their psycho-babble on me year after year? Was I merely a slave to an underlying desire to get the shit kicked out of me on a regular basis?

There are all sorts of conclusions I could make about all of this. But the bottom line is that I just don't know what to fucking think.  Maybe I need to put on some assless chaps and a piggy mask and trek down to the nearest leather bar and do some fieldwork. Or should I go in my football uniform? Then again, a little Freud and a cup of coffee can go a long way. Or maybe I just need a damn shrink? Who knows.

As for Two A Days though, I'm not sure if I love it, hate it, love to hate it, or hate to love it. But oh baby - it hurts so good.

I found this over at Rob Thurman's blog and just couldn't resist posting it here. The message is well organized and truthful, but what really got my attention was the graphics. Lots of Nazi and Soviet propaganda influence with a Cold War feel to it. Aaaah. Just like old times.


The film was created by Knife Party, whose upcoming projects include a documentary about almost-defunct British Prime Minister Tony Blair. Should be interesting. The rest of their work is equally as brilliant, so please check it out.

I saw this story over at Think Progress about the 2006 Values Voter Summit Circle Jerk. Key Republicans like Tony Snow were there and it was their job to be fluffers guys like 'Bishop' Wellington Boone who said things like this:

"Now they’re fussing on it, they’re saying a few things, but they don’t have me, you know, in their, you know, on their web sites. They’re not coming at me strong, and I would say this. Back in the days when I was a kid, and we see guys that don’t stand strong on principle, we call them “faggots.” A punk is — and our people, I’m from the ghetto, so sometimes it does come out a little bit. I got another one I’m gonna say in a minute — [laughter] — that don’t stand up for what’s right, we say, “You’re sissified out!” “You’re a sissy!” That means you don’t stand up for principles."

I definitely believe him when he says he's "from the ghetto". That's undeniable. But I strongly disagree with his assertion that his little name-calling fantasies happened in his childhood because it's blatantly obvious he is a still an immature, potty-mouthed, spoiled little brat who needs the attention of an audience. It's also a possibility that his fantasies are actually about man-on-man butt-sex and he just can't admit it.

But the Republican lovefest didn't stop there. Rev. Dwight McKissic of Cornerstone Baptist Church in Texas took the gay theme a little further and revealed his insight on the identity of the Anti-Christ. Apparantly, Damian will be gay, having no desire for women.

I would like to add that, according to The Omen series, the Anti-Christ will also be very cunning, clever, charismatic and smart. Therefore, from my Who Is The Anti-Christ list, I can safely remove George W. Bush. Because of these recent revelations however, I do have to admit that I'm a bit stumped. In Omen III: The Final Conflict, Damian was definitely not gay because he really gave it to Lisa Harrow's character. Nonetheless, I have revised my list with the whole gay thing in mind:

Who Is The Anti-Christ?
1. Karl Rove
2. Ken Mehlman
3. The Pope
4. 90% of Catholic Priests in the U.S.
5. 100% of the Log Cabin Republicans
6. Jim McGreevey
7. Jeff Gannon
8. Tom Cruise
9. SpongeBob SquarePants
10. Ann Coulter (yes - she IS a man)

So, yes - the Bill Clinton interview this past weekend made me very happy. The traffic last night made me very angry and it took me couple of hours to cool down after getting home. And then, John Stewart's comments on the Clinton speech once again brightened my mood and Keith Olbermann's rant had me doing cartwheels.

This morning, I was looking forward to a calm morning at work. So as I'm going through my morning, pre-work routine of reading the news and blogs, the whole Clinton/Wallace thing was in my face once again. It wasn't surprising to see some angry reactions since Bill took Wallace out to pasture and labelled the Bush Administration the cowards that they are. But to see angy, bitchy, and ungrateful remarks from fellow Democrats really started to set me off again.

It's no wonder we can't win a fucking election, right?

But I decided to not let the jealousy of an ignorant slut get my goat. I decided to look within myself at all the positive things in my life, and let the love back in. So, as I thought about puppies, brownies, raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and the Silversun Pickups show this weekend at The Echo, I decided to create a beautiful piece of Photoshop art for all the haters out there.

So, without further delay - to remind those who may have lost sight as to who our TRUE hero is - here is my Warhol-esque tribute to Bill "The Comeback Kid" Clinton:



Oh, and one more thing. Arianna Huffington is a whore.