MAN IN SUIT! MAN IN SUIT!
Blade Runner by Tyler Stout.
Soon…
I have an idea of writing something. It will probably be movie related. Specifically Alamo Drafthouse related. Probably tomorrow afternoon/evening
viciouszombie asked: lol oh really i didnt get a good sleep-.- i watch a movie then i tann and now tumblr
i dig it. go you
Some men just want to watch the world burn. Or, don’t raw dog it in the stall or else…nightmare unicorn.
Two months ago at a dinner party, a psychologist asked me what country I would like to live in and why. Apparently whatever answer you gave reveals some sort of insight about you. I said Italy. Partly cause it is lovely, partly cause of the food, partly cause it’s near other countries I want to see. But mainly cause of Berlusconi. Sure, his politics is a bit nutty and actions suspect at best. But what better place can you have re: the silliness of power?
For those who need a update, Silvio Berlusconi was Prime Minister of Italy in the late 90s-early 2000s and was PM again in 2009 before stepping down in late 2011 due to economic struggles. He is also one of the richest men in the country, media mogul and owner of AC Milan, one of the primier soccer clubs in the world.
He also likes the womens. Oh yes, the ladies. Everyone has their vices and sometimes if you are good at what you do, it can be overlooked. Hell, in some cases, it’s a badge of honor. It adds color to one’s life. But we typically appreciate our politicians for not being us. Yes, they are of the people and supposed to served the people. But we typically like to think they have a higher intelligence or moral fiber than we do or would. Corruption can be somewhat execusable, a tyrst with someone else might fly, but in general, we like our guys clean…or at least, not covered in filth. Maybe it speaks something about our nature as Americans that we almost ran a president (indeed impeach him) for a blowjob and subsequent cover up despite having a surplus.
Berlusconi has rumored to have European Ministers (along with internal politicians) at his villa for Bunga Bunga parties, possibly sexin up girls old enough to be his granddaughter and the nail in the coffin: Sex with a prositute (not illegal) who was and illegal immigrant and possibly used his influence (via one of his cronies) to get her out of jail after she was arrested for stealing. All of this may have been execusable (aka Silvio being Silvio) if it wasn’t for the economy dancing on the edge of solvency. Italy is considered one of the weakest countries in terms of growth and its GDP to debt ratio is one of the biggest in the world. Experts have listed it alongside Greece and Spain as one of the countries that could wreck teh Euro Zone if they were to falter. He was making the country a laughingstock and most of the much needed political cpaital was spent defending himself from possible criminal charges than a fix in the economy.
With all this in my mind, I couldn’t see myself wanting to be anywhere else. Maybe it says I am one of those who just want to watch the world burn.
In order news, go see Cabin in the Woods. Trust me on this. Also, remember kids: when you are going to see Motorhead in concert, wrap that shit up before getting down.
I like to thank my fucked up life
What makes one’s life? I ask this only becuase I am utterly confused by it at times. I am currently writing this at work while listening to Massive Attack’s Heligoland. On my desk is the March/April’s issue of Foreign Policy, last week’s issue of The Economist and Rolling Stone magazine, along with the normal bric-a-brat of my work. On my tumblr dash is mostly porn (but on occassion some food stuff) and this place is damn near a ghost town. It will be like this for the better part of next month (much to my chagrin). But the whole point is: how did this happen?
The origin is I’m just a Texas boy from a lovely christian home with a lovely (if a bit nutty) mother (who loves God) who is a lovely nurse who has served in the Army for most of my life. That accounts for a few facts about me (interest about the outside world, views regarding the Armed Services and a belief in a strong defense) but doesn’t account for other interests of mine. I don’t weep the lack of answers to this. In fact, it is somewhat fascinating. But the truth of the matter is I “shouldn’t” be this way, given my background, race, creed, whatever bullshit you subscribe to. I think it has made me a more interesting person. This is just rambling at the moment but I am sure there is something here at the end.
Or I just need to go home, jerk off and drink. Whatever.
