Monday, November 20, 2017

Malcolm Young, 1953-2017

I knew his time was going to be up due to his early-onset dementia, but I wasn't prepared for his passing a few days ago.

His rhythm guitar was exactly the sort of concrete you need to build a metaphorical expressway of a rock song on, and it's shown nowhere better than this example from 1977:

Schadenfreude: Charles Manson

Because, after all, psychopathic leaders of murder cults are such regrettable losses to the rest of humanity.

Now reading

Mask Market by Andrew Vachss.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Now reading

A Maze of Death by Philip K. Dick.

Second place tie for last

I don't really need to go into all of the morbid details concerning the Paul Manafort (and Rick Gates) indictment - plenty of others have by now. However, I'd like to point out that my first guess on the issue last Friday had either him or the equally suspect Michael Flynn being the main target of Robert Mueller's first indictment, but even though my primary guess was Flynn he wasn't the target this time around.

And my use of the phrase "this time around" isn't meant as hyperbole.

Because there will be others.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Las Vegas, October 1st

I'm not going to go into a full-blown "analysis" (read: Monday morning quarterbacking, since I'm not anywhere close to being a law enforcement officer, much less a Las Vegas or Nevada law enforcement officer) of the events of October 1st, but here's my 2 cents on it:

Yes, you have a right to own a gun. And even use it, either for self-defense, hunting or other legitimate uses. That's not what the maniac who shot up Vegas did. He brought 23 - I repeat, 23 - pieces to the Mandalay Bay with the express purpose of killing as many people as possible, and he apparently had about 19 more that he left at home. If anyone is going to make any sort of an argument legitimizing his ownership of enough firepower to give an entire infantry platoon pause, I only have one thing to say to you: you're fucking delusional.

60 people got turned from human beings into non-breathing inanimate objects by only one of those guns. Care to guess how many more he could've killed if he only had more time on his hands before he offed himself?

This is not about your right to keep and bear arms. This is about badly needed, sane limitations on having enough damn guns to storm Normandy all over again all by your lonesome self, and whether or not any politician will bother to listen to any reasonable effort to stop this from happening all over again.

Because it will.

And I'm starting to get so revolted by it that my instinct for just packing up and leaving the country before it kills itself dead is starting to kick in with a vengeance.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Not helping with the Deep South stereotypes

Alabama elected this guy the GOP nominee for US Senator. Hence the observation.

As most jokes go, it's a sick one. As most realities go, it might be time to move somewhere else.