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Friday, August 27, 2010

Bikini-clad strippers


This story just warms my heart.

"WARSAW, Ohio – The strippers, fueled by Cheetos and nicotine, are protesting a fundamentalist Christian church whose Bible-brandishing congregants have picketed the club where they work. The dancers roll up with signs carrying messages adapted from Scripture, such as "Do unto others as you would have done unto you," to counter church members who for four years have photographed license plates of patrons and asked them if their mothers and wives know their whereabouts.

The dueling demonstrations play out in central Ohio, where nine miles of cornfields and Amish-buggy crossing signs separate The Fox Hole strip club from New Beginnings Ministries.

"As a Christian community, we cannot share territory with the devil," pastor Bill Dunfee said. "Light and darkness cannot exist together, so The Fox Hole has got to go."

The Fox Hole encourages customers to check out its $30 private dance special, promoting it on the kind of sign convenience stores use to advertise cheap milk and cigarettes. Out back, letters on a bulletin board have faded away so that "No touching" now reads "ouch."

"No little girl is growing up like, `I wanna do a pole trick,'" said Anny Donewald, a former stripper who lives in Grand Rapids, Mich., and ministers to dancers, prostitutes and porn stars."



I might have to take a road trip to lend my support. God Bless America.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Best Grandfather Ever?


Grandfather Attempts to Smuggle Pot into Jail

Ohioan Richard Heritz was arrested earlier this month for smuggling marijuana into the Warren Correction Institution for an inmate. The thing is: Richard Heritz is 85. And the inmate who was supposed to receive the weed is his grandson, Gregory.

What was the last present your grandfather got you? Was it a birthday check for the same amount of money as your age? Maybe some socks? It was probably not 22 grams of pot:

"Richard Heritz, of West Chester Twp., stepped onto the grounds of the Warren Correction Institution Aug. 13 to visit his grandson. Gregory Heritz had been incarcerated at the prison for two years, and had eight more to come from a burglary conviction out of Butler County, according to prison records.
Before Heritz saw his grandson, he was pulled aside by state troopers, who were acting on a tip they had received. A few hours later, Heritz was behind bars as well, accused of attempting to smuggle marijuana onto prison grounds."
[Dayton Daily News]

Would your grandfather do this for you? SHOULD your grandfather do this for you?

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Blago & the State

1. If you are reading this in an email, please read it from my webpage.

http://life-death-and-thevoid.blogspot.com/

listen to the music. vote in the poll. and make a stupid comment after the blog.

jesus christ. is that too much to ask?


1. I've become interested in this Rod Blagojevich 2nd act. The FBI tapes are fascinating as well as infuriating in the level of corruption. He flat out states that the BEST person for the job is not an option because they don't benefit him politically. But the FBI also jumped the gun in their investigation. why? who were they protected from BUYING that seat? or where they simply trying to ensure THEIR man got the appointment? In one file he is talking about holding back money for pediatric doctors as a bargaining tool.

2. New York City is infected with bed bugs. My sister lives in New York City but is visiting Ohio now. She told me that she can check her apartments status on the Bed Bug Registry through an app on her I-phone. We can't monitor illegal aliens coming across the border but we can check up on the bed bug status through a phone.


3. This democrat vs. republican crap has become tiresome. What has either party done for YOU lately? We've been sold put by both parties but we continue to cling to the hope that one or the other will save us. Can't we get it through our heads, that they are two sides of the same coin? Neither party answers to us. They get their orders from the corporations. Is it their aim to remove our borders, shred our constitution and eliminate the middle class? If so, it's working. It may already be too late. We are so distracted by TV sports, who won on American Idol, and when Lindsey Lohan gets out, that we are are oblivious to it. Sometimes I think we might wake up too late and find ourselves under martial law. Are we too tired to just turn off the boob tube and the crap it tries to spoonfeed us? Do we want more shiny new things so badly, that we are driven to distraction at the cost to our own well being. How hard will we continue to work to buy more stuff. even if that stuff keeps getting more and more expensive.

what will it take for us to get our priorities straight?

do we even have priorities?

“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose” - Bukowski

“Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.” - also Bukowski.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

JetBlue Flight Attendant


the story that has drawn my attention is the JetBlue flight attendant that made some interesting choices with his retirement announcement. He coursed out a passenger, grabbed two beers from the beverage cart and opened the emergency exit and slid down the big yellow slide. Before he left he gave an expletive laden good bye speech. His story to his lawyer claims the gash on his forehead came from a rude passenger who stood up before the plane had come to a complete stop.

but now i have come across different versions of the story. the Wall St. Journal claims that HE started the fight. that several passengers said he was belligerent at the beginning of the flight. i don't know who to believe. the flight attendant was also reported to be out of drug and alcohol rehab. so what happened? did he fall off the wagon? did the head accident cause the meltdown? i'm not sure. but what interests me is the public's response to this story in making him out to be a hero.

Is this guy really a hero?

What percentage of attendants have college degrees?

This guy was out of drug and alcohol rehab.

He curses out the plane. Steals two BEERS then deploys the emergency shoot?

I've dealt with the public before.

If the woman was the problem, there are certainly better ways to deal with it.
Is it because so many of us are just teetering on a similar meltdown?Are so many of us living lives of quiet desperation that we are one incident away from snapping? Is it our society? Or is it just humanity's 10,00 year old brains trying to cope with modern society's rules? Are outbursts like this at least better than suicide bombers blowing up cafe's?

yeah I guess so.

here is what Bukowski says:

The Shoelace, copyright Charles Bukowski, 1972

a woman, a
tire that’s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard…
it’s not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse…
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left …
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can kill quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver’s license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it’s
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they’re
your friends;
there’s always that and worse;
leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.

or making it
as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a carwash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady’s purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.

suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and china and russia and america, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
pot, except maybe one to piss in
and the other one around your
gut.

with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.

so be careful
when you
bend over.