and paul new-MAN is man. in fact, newman is now oldman, which is why i mentioned him in the first place. but, who is link boy? certainly he can't be hombre. why, he's just a boy. perhaps he is little boy blue?
just read on yahoo that "someone on the packers should tell brett farve to be quiet." why, is he in a library? and what evidence do we even have that farve is talking?
instead of newman, what if you could change your name as you went through life? you could start off as paul boy, move on to paul teenager, then paul adult, and finally, end up as paul senior citizen. this seems a little more truthful than always being known as newman.
speaking of the packers, how about a gay football team known as the fudge packers?
since none of the major athletes are ever gonna came out as gay, for fear of being mocked and made fun of, i think we should just go ahead and create gay leagues. the ngba, ngfl, gmlb. yeah, go all the way with it. have a judy garland impersonator come out and sing the anthem, maybe even honor the village people during a half time. of course, it wouldn't be too radical, kind of a will and grace deal. we could have commercials questioning don't ask, don't tell, but none questioning war, as the army would likely be the main sponsor. yeah man, we can kill people too. just give us a chance. we too love god and country. think about it; why would a gay dude want to be in a church or a war? i would think not having to be in these places would be one of the best things about being gay! "oh, please let me worship next to people who hate my guts." what sense does that make?
how about these guys who claim they used to be gay, but now they have found god, and now they are no longer gay? well, first of all, where did they find him, behind the couch? motherfuckers have been looking for god for thousands of years, and i'm supposed to believe that a guilty gay dude was able to do what nobody else has done? and, how do you "stop being gay?" you can stop having gay sex, but that is something else. you can repress your thoughts, but that too is something else. you can no more be "cured" of homosexuality than you can of heterosexuality. and this whole being cured thing bothers me. what is this, a sprained ankle? it's not like a doctor can say to a gay guy, "if you take these pills and get plenty of bed rest, you should be straight by the end of the month." this concept is horribly homophobic. it's the dominant society that needs to be cured, not the victims of that society.
one thing though, i'm getting pretty tired of parades. every punk and his brother has a parade now; the irish parade, the columbus day parade, the puerto rican parade, the dominican parade, the greek parade, the west indian parade, "wake up the earth day" (fuck you! let the earth rest. haven't we bothered it enough?) and the pride parade. now, i've got nothing against homosexuals. none of my best friends are gay. but, i take issue with this whole concept of pride. what does any human being have to feel pride about? as carlin says "if you are a member of the human race, you are guilty. next case. next fuckin case!" hey man, make love to whoever you want. and yeah, you should have every right and respect given to everyone else. but pride? isn't pride what fucks everything up in the first place? "i'm proud of my country!" yeah man, ain't that the problem?
larry david on curb your enthusiasm was whistling a wagner tune, when a guy walked up to him and accused him of being a "self hating jew." "i do hate myself" david responded, "but not because i'm jewish." and while i'm on the jews, hey guys, it's ok to question israel every once in a while, you know? hitler's got nothing to do with some poor kid in gaza. get off the victim trip, and start showing some integrity! not you zinn. and chomsky. and blum. i'm thinking more about my aunts. life is complicated. you can be a victim for a thousand years, and still become the oppressor. at least acknowledge it. that's all i'm saying.
well, i suppose i should make a mclean break of it, and jack off while there is still time. ah, the whole thing would be too greasy, and the last thing i want to do is put new soil on my byrd. i don't know how this stuff dons on me. well, on that blue ball note, i think i'll go play silver's version of juicy lucy. but, more thoughts; isn't the nickname "a rod" just a little vulgar? i think that name is way off 3rd base, and should be struck from the record.
bye friends. so long, seinfeld. peace, frasier.
the show must go on.
and this blog must go off.
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