Demand more bread and better circuses!

Here we are in the middle of the collapse of the American empire and I have to say I'm highly disappointed in the caliber of circuses being provided.

All we're getting is a bunch of bloggers on the right and left (as if there was such a thing) shooting snarky comments back and forth during commercial spots in the Michael Jackson funeral coverage. Or we get the Sarah Palin drama or that guy who had the babe in Argentina.
Are we that friggin' stupid that we fall for this shit? Do we care? I don't think so. I think our imaginations have just been dumbed down by the constant years of listening to political bullshit.
Meanwhile the masters at Goldman Sachs laugh at us and send their minions in the government to vacuum up any left-over dollars they may have missed on the last go round.

I say if they plan to bring it down around our ears, they should at least pony up for a good show!
Get a clue, rich dudes. Look to the Roman Empire. Those guys knew how to put on a good show.
They had food orgies and people fighting wild animals and each other...to the death! Come on, anyplace that has a vomitorium has to be party central.

So what do we get? Some pathetic Court TV trial to send Bernie Maddoff up the river while all the real crooks pose for the camera in the background. They could have at least injected a little drama and action into it.
I would have rounded up all his "victims" (oh boo hoo, the bad man lied to me) and sent them into a big room with Bernie. Then I would have turned out the lights and let them all bitch-slap each other for being such dumb-asses, while filming it all with night vision cameras.
Then I would have opened all his properties to the homeless that live closest to each, turned them loose and filmed that too. Let's see some major breakage and pillaging a la Katrina. Let's see some people down at street level getting some! Let me see a guy who hasn't had a bath in 6 months jump into some silk sheets!

Here's another idea. We can take all the newly empty shopping malls and turn them into arenas.
(ooohh look...jobs!) The multi-story malls would work the best.
The upper levels would have a few beer stations, food courts and clear viewing areas of the bottom floor.
Down at the bottom level, we herd in a troupe of homeless people. Maybe start with the guys that hold signs on corners, they're really irritating. Then turn the lions loose on them.
Talk about a show! The lumpenproles who still have a job would go nuts. Nacho sales would go through the roof.
We could even have special nights...Illegal Alien Night or Home Grown Domestic Terrorist Night.
If they work it right, every minority group could be whittled down one by one. Then it would be childs-play for their goons to round up the few survivors and send them to the work farms.

It seems the masters are an unimaginative bunch though. If they played it right we could all have fun in the apocalypse.

Write your representative now. Demand more bread and better circuses!

The world's laziest blogger...

...That's what my brother Tom calls me, and I have to say, guilty as charged!

But in my defense I have to say, I'm retired! I don't gotta do nothing.

The sky is falling...

As anyone who doesn't live in a Himalayan Cave knows, the economy is circling the drain. Everyone is blaming everyone else for the problems. I can hear Oliver Hardy now, "Well, another fine mess you got us into Stanley!"

The collapse of our society could be a real consequence, no longer a mad idea relegated to the sci-fi movies.

If I have to spend all my time poking through a smoking pile of garbage with a stick while wearing animal skins, that's gonna cut into my 'searching for pie' time. Matter of fact, there could come a time when pie no longer exists. This is bad.

I guess when it comes down to it, there will probably be only 2 choices: live in a walled village with a bunch of unarmed peaceniks, dressed in robes and sandals, or...join a Mad Max type biker gang! I think if there's any chance of getting pie, the biker gang will be more likely to find it.

Guess I better get to working on my leather, fur and spiked collar!

The birthday boy shoutout

Happy birthday to my foster father, Henry Hale. He's passed on now but was a great influence on me while growing up. It was pretty amazing that we shared the same birth day.

And here's to Bob Marley. We were born on the same day, same year. Cool runnings man.

Some others today: Ronald Reagan ( the old guy on Tales from Death Valley), Eva Braun, Rip Torn, Francois Truffaut, Tom Brokaw, Fabian and Rick Astley (Of Rickroll fame.)

Happy birthday, all y'all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI

The birthday boy...

It's absolutely astounding. I've made it to 64.

I still think like a 15 year old, but when I go to leap out of my seat, I find it's much like pulling myself up a steep mountain face accompanied by much moaning and groaning. Getting old ain't pretty.

Aside from the aches and pains, life ain't half-bad. I don't have to go to work, I get to do what ever the hell I want, I can eat pretty much anything and I can still ride my motorcycle.
Plus I live in a beautiful area and have 2 good dogs. Can't complain.

Think I better go shower up and get dressed. Susan is getting a haircut and will be back soon. We're going out to breakfast which is one of my favorite indulgences. Waffles! Syrup! Yum...