1) Una Stubbs
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
You may also remember him from when he said he was going to move out of California because he didn't want to pay his share of taxes to keep that state running for everyone. He wanted to keep his money and use it to fund his lavish life and to gamble with in Las Vegas.
Now that he's in the twilight of his career and he's headed for the senior's tour, he's become an even bigger cry baby. He and the rest of the USA's Ryder Cup team sucked it big time in last weekend's competition, they got beat handily by the Europeans, and he's not about to take any blame for not playing his silly little game at the highest level. Nope. The loss isn't his fault he insists, even though he played badly. The loss is the fault of his team's captain, Tom Watson. Watson didn't manage the team like Mickelson wanted him to and that's why the USA got beat again in the silly competition for a silly cup. Way go be Phil. You're the face of modern conservationism at it's finest, you suck at something and then blame someone else and you don't want to pay your share of taxes even though you use far more natural resources than the poor people you and your country club buddies look down upon.
I've said it before on this blog and I'll probably say it again, Phil Mickelson is a rich white guy with a huge sense of entitlement and he's a giantic asshole. Fuck him. And fuck you too if you look up to his fat ass.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
I discovered a great new shop in Asheville yesterday, it's called Horse + Hero. It's a gallery full of art and prints made by local artists.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
I did the interview with Dean from Boing Boing yesterday. We talked abut all sorts of things, my blogs, my work scanning stuff, books, TV shows, my religion that I invented, and more. I don't know when he's going to air it but it was lots of fun and he's a very gracious host. Check their website for it. I'll post the link when it hits.
And of course as soon as we got done and and we disconnected on Skype I thought of all sorts of other things I wanted to tell people about, like my love for outsider and folk art, my discovery of the hilarious drag performer Miss Coco Peru, and more. But, be that as it nay, I'm still very grateful they spotlighted my blogs and gave me a chance to talk about them on their podcast.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A white French couple in Dakar hires a young woman who desperately needs work. She's hired to look after the children of the couple and she does such a good job at it that she's offered a job with the family when they move back to France. She leaps at the chance to go abroad, she thinks she'll get to see France and get to explore it's people and culture. However once in France she becomes the family's housemaid. She's expected to cook, clean, and do the laundry and she's kept as a virtual prisoner who can only go out to go to the grocery store. She gazes out the windows longingly dreaming of seeing the real France.
Once she realizes what's going on, she slows down and becomes recalcitrant in her dealings with the mistress of the house, who treats her like she's a piece of shit or part of the furniture. At one point after she calls the black girl lazy, she sneers that if she doesn't do the housework then she, the mistress, might have to become the house maid.
The girl gets a letter that the couple claims is from her mother. In the letter her mother demands she send her wages home and that she thank her upstanding mistress for giving her a job and her cast off clothes. The girl, already sick of being a slave and longing for home, knows straight off the letter is a fake and she rejects it outright. She decides to fix things between her and the couple the only way she knows how, by taking her own life by slashing her throat in the couple's bathtub.
The film ends with the husband trying to make amends with the mother of the girl. He goes to her and offers her the wages he tried to pay her daughter but the mother rebuffs him and he stalks out of the village. He wears his impotence like an overcoat as he slinks away ashamed. It's a series of pretty stunning scenes.
On a bigger level the film is about how shitty western countries treated African nations and African people. The girl represents the whole of Africa, the colonial imperialist powers give her a meager job in her home country, nothing of real importance, it's just babysitting for them while they rape the land of it's resources. Then they give her and her country their 'freedom' when it suits them but they force her to trade her freedom back to them when they dupe her into coming to France to work in an even more demeaning position. And while in France she's taken advantage of both as an employee and as a woman, a house guest of the couple grabs her and kisses her and justifies his actions by saying it's okay, he always wanted to kiss a black girl. Her working life isn't her own and neither is her body, even though she's technically free, white people still control her.
It's a very disturbing film but it's an essential one. I had read about it her and there but nothing prepared me for the power it packs. It's a really unassuming film that almost puts you off by it's simplicity but once you give yourself over to the story it really sucks you in and by the end, it's only a little more than fifty minutes long, you're surprised at how much you care and how affected you are by the story. For a film made in 1966, this simple film is pretty complex and plenty disturbing.
Monday, September 22, 2014
- Every Secret Service employee who was on duty last week in the White House when those guys broke in by scaling the fence need to be fired. They need to be fired and barred from working for the government for life.
- If you get beat on the playing field, like Cary Williams of the Philadelphia Eagles did this past Sunday, don't fucking blame your coach for making you practice too much. Own up to the fact you got beat by a better player and admit that you need more practice so it doesn't happen again.
- Happy first day of Fall. Now, go pumpkin spice something.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
I'm all in on Kini making to the Fashion week.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Today's episode: firecracker chicken.
A Facebook friend posted this recipe and it looked good so I decided to try it.
Next I preheated my oven to 325 F.
Once all the chicken pieces were brown enough and in my Pyrex pan, I poured the sauce over them and sloshed it around to make sure all the pieces got covered. Then I popped the chicken in the oven for about 45 minutes. As it cooked, I basted the pieces.
The verdict: this is a damn fine chicken dish. It starts sweet but ends up with a little spicy hot kick. I'll definitely make this one again, Although next time I'll add more salt, and ramp up the Sriracha to add even more heat. The way it turned out this time the spicy heat took a back seat to the brown sugar, and I'd prefer it to be the other way around. Use any hot sauces you like if you decide to try this one. A word of warning though, this isn't a good dish for young kids, unless they have adventurous palates.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Two things about this Adrian Peterson situation continue to piss me off.
The first thing is, the people who are still defending him by saying that they got hit by their parents and they turned out just fine. These people are defending a super strong grown man who took a small tree limb off a tree, took the leaves off it, stuffed them in his four year old son's mouth, and then whipped the boy until he raised bloody welts on the little boy's body. Really? People are going to defend that shit? THERE IS NO WAY THAT SHIT IS NOT ABUSE. And you defend him by saying that you got hit? So the fuck what? The fact that you got hit and turned out all right doesn't make what Peterson did right or excuse his brutality in any way. It, in fact, proves that you were raised by abusive psychotic parents who had no business hitting children and it proves that you did not turn out fine because you still condone violence towards children.
I was hit as a child. My mother used a belt to spank us with and it was wrong. My aunt and uncle., John and Gerrie Iwaniszek, who I was sent to live with after my mother was killed on the operating table in 1972, hit me and my siblings. They used belts, switches, their fists, they threw pots and pans at us, they hurled insults at us. Most every Sunday my aunt would make pot roast with potatoes and carrots for Sunday lunch. Even though the taste and texture of cooked carrots made me gag and vomit, she tried to force me to eat them in order to prove that she was in charge. She'd threaten me with physical violence and she enlisted her children in her sick and twisted crusade to make me eat what made me sick. They were encouraged to tell her if they saw me not eating carrots and boy, did they ever love to tell on me. So for years I hated to see Sunday lunch come around knowing that I was going to have to endure all that anxiety and possible violence. I fucking hated it. And in their minds, even now after all those years later, they all still think they nothing wrong. It was one big joke to them. One of the last things my horrible aunt said to me before she died was she wanted me to come visit her and she said, "I promise, I won't make any carrot jokes." Her supper table abuse never was a joke to me. Having to endure violence, the threat of violence, and the anxiety that surrounded Sunday lunch was never a laughing matter to me, I literally feared for my safety. And why did I have to go through that shit? Because some twisted old bitch wanted to prove she was in charge of me and because she thought it was fine to hit, slap, and make me suffer through psychological abuse because she was in charge and she got hit when she was a kid and she 'turned out fine.'
Her husband and children were just as bad as she was. Uncle John tried to punch me for smarting off to him and he nearly wrecked the car he was driving on the interstate in the late 1970's on a trip to Michigan because he wanted to beat my sister Sandy. He had a hair trigger temper that he didn't have a problem turning on me and my siblings because we weren't really his kids and because he got hit by his parents and he 'turned out fine.' When my cousin John Jr. found out I would sneeze uncontrollably after getting hit in the nose, he would knock me to the ground and punch my nose to make me sneeze and he'd laugh like crazy, sometimes, he'd just reach over when I least suspected it and punch me in my face to make me sneeze. And if I dared complain to his parents, they'd tell me to stop being a tattle tale. His brother Matthew was even worse. He went around telling anyone who would listen that I was gay, in his mind I had to be gay because I liked to read, wore glasses, was shy around girls, and I didn't like to shoot or trap animals. He'd hit and beat on me at school and he encouraged his friends to do the same. He even shot at me once, he fired a .22 rifle at my head but thankfully it missed me and hit the trailer were living in at the time, and his father didn't yell at him for shooting at me, he yelled at him for shooting at the trailer.
That's the kind of shit I had to put up with from people who's parents hit them and who thought they turned out 'just fine.' Fuck that shit. No one turns out just fine after being on the receiving end of physical and mental abuse. And no, I'm not ever forgiving any of them for what they did to me and my late siblings, they can all rot in hell for all I care.
The other thing I hate about this Adrian Peterson situation is, the amount of people who say that their parents did the best they could even though they hit their kids. No. If your parents or guardians hit you, then they didn't do they best they could when raising you. They betrayed you by hitting you. They stole your innocence and forced violence on you. They didn't do their best, they did a shitty job of raising you and they owe you an apology.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
I got attacked by a B grade celebrity yesterday on Facebook. I called her out on a 'joke' she made that equated all New York city postal employees with the terrorists in ISIS. She didn't like being called out by someone who wasn't at least as famous as she was so she called me a fool and told me to fuck off. She also tried to use the Joan Rivers "Oh calm down, it's just a joke!" defense and when I called her on that, she and her loyal minions really went off.
Before the internet she'd have gotten away with this kind of 'joke' and considered herself the height of wit, but today, since she posted that shit on Facebook, she's got to answer for making slurs against working people and she damn sure doesn't like it. But I fucking love holding her and people like her responsible for their comments.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
I was wrong. Roger Godell does need to lose his job over this Ray Rice business. Someone sent a tape of the incident to the NFL offices months ago. It staggers the imagination to think Goodell didn't see it. He's been clumsy and ham fisted during this whole situation. No one outside of the mouth breathers who worship Rush the fat drug addict believes him.
He's got to go.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Yes, Ray Rice did an awful thing and he should be suspended for the year.
No, he should not be banned for life from the NFL.
Yes, Stephen A. Smith is right when he says that if the NFL will have Michael Vick back then it should take Rice back after his suspension.
No, Smith did not equate women with dogs when he said that if Vick can come back then so should Price. What he did was compare two awful things two black males did.
Yes, the NFL didn't get this disaster right when it only gave Rice a two game suspension. But they subsequently did make the necessary changes that will make sure they get it right from now on.
No, there does not need to be mass firings at the NFL head office over this. But there does need to some over the way they're ducking the concussion disaster.
Yes, these are my opinions.
No, I don't care if you agree with me or not.
No, at no time am I asking and nor will I ask that you adopt my opinions as your own.
And also, I don't give a shit if you stop reading this blog because my opinion clashes with yours.