the wit and wisdom of cyborg

if, during germany's invasion of the ussr, a german hung a sign from their window which said "support our troops; end the war," what would we make of that sign?

what is this thing where women are wearing long wool socks to protect their lower legs while also wearing short shorts or a mini skirt? aren't their thighs cold too?

at what point does something cease to be "old school," or begin to be "old school," for that matter? i have been told i am old school because i listen to a disc man. just wait until they see my model t ford!

i am tired of hearing about how school children throughout the world are being tested to see how they compete against each other. who gives a fuck if finnish children are better in science than our children! judging from our use of napalm and cluster bombs, we could do with a little less science. for that matter, fuck testing. these kids should be out exploring nature, learning who charlie parker was, and jerking off. (perhaps not in that order)

where have all the flowers gone? ok, so i'm tryin to get by with song titles. sue me.

just to set the record straight, not all white women have flat asses. i am deeply offended by this stereotype. furthermore, not all latinos have big asses. it just appears that way. i think it has something to do with the pants. perhaps g-d knew they would go on to master the salsa, so he wanted to give them the right equipment. remember; stereotypes kill. so stay in school, don't do drugs, and read my blog. church!

when was jesus supposed to come back again?

don't you think white people at least owe the native americans rhode island? an apology? somethin? dag!

laughter, leisure, and love; let's hear it for the l words. yeah, lesbians are cool too.

remember that guy in the blues song who is going to move to the outskirts of town? did he get a good deal on a house or something? i hope he has access to public transit, or at least a decent bike path. do they recycle on the outskirts? no wonder i am having a hard time sleeping.

the perfect night? listen to "boss tenor," see jason kidd get a triple double, watch "bananas," and have killer sex. oh yeah, and the war would end. i forgot; that's the perfect dream.

onward to the revolution! i'll be cheering on the rebels from the balcony.

peace.