I don’t really feel like talking tonight, dear reader.  I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.

N.P.: “Fuck This Shit I’m Out (feat. Youngblaze)” – The Theme Song

I’ve got a long list of goals, and there’s some pretty bold stuff on that list.  But they are actual literal goals…things I fully intend and expect to achieve.  But there are two things that sort of stand out as things that haven’t happened yet, that aren’t likely to happen in the normal course of things, but that I would like to do.  These could be said to comprise my bucket list.
1) Ride a horse.  I’ve never ridden a horse.  I lived on a fucking ranch for several years, and I’ve never ridden a horse.  I’ve ridden a goddamn elephant.  Ridden a camel.   But never a horse.  I just think it would be weird to live an entire human lifespan and exit life on this planet without ever having ridden a horse.  No need to get crazy…I don’t need to have an adventure or weird cowboy fantasy.  Galloping will not be necessary.  Galloping will not even be desired.  Galloping actually won’t be tolerated.  Hell no.  I want an extremely elderly horse, maybe slightly infirm.  Just this side of dead.  And not far, just from here to there.  Just far enough so that I can legally say that I have ridden a horse.
2) Fly on Air Force One.  So long as the Presidency is an elected position, I will never be President.  Which is really probably the best thing for all parties concerned.  I’m fine with it.  But I wanna fly on that fuckin’ plane.  It would probably be more valid if there was a President on the flight with me, but that’s not essential.  I know a dude that flew on AF1 once.  He described the take-off like a fighter taking off from a carrier.  Sounded intense.  Anyway, this dude’s a bit of a prick, and I don’t like him walking around being able to say he’s done cooler shit than me.  But never mind  that, I’ve always really wanted to fly on Air Force One.

N.P.: “Somebody Call My Momma” – WWE, Jim Johnston

How long must it go on, dear reader?  How long must this infernal heat insist on sticking around?  “Swamp ass.”  “Swass.” “Balls soup.”    These are not concepts anyone in this hemisphere should be having to attempt to artfully deal with in the beloved month of October.  But here we fucking are, dear reader…triple digits in the fall.  This is horseshit.

N.P.: “Jailbreak” – Thin Lizzy

Started “construction” on the new studio, aka The Death Star (corny, I know, but it really does kinda fit).  It should be up and running by Halloween.

N.P.: “Murder Death” – De Staat

I rather enjoy having a legal department.  Still looking for an assistant, a valet/hype man, and someone who knows how to cut curly hair.

N.P.: “Candy Girls” – Drop Your Weapon

Only children just demand things that may or may not exist and/or be possible. This is a direct result of playing scoreless soccer and receiving participation awards.   If you find yourself anywhere “demanding” anything, understand that you are in no position to demand anything.  If you don’t like something, you’re going to have to do more than just demand other people change it.  If you don’t like something, then you need to go change it.  You’re an adult, you claim to be intelligent…why are you demanding other people do things? Shut the fuck up and go do them yourself.  If you don’t like the way your community is policed, become a police officer.  If you don’t like the laws as they are written, run for office or go to work for the legislature and get new laws written.  If you want more books and movies featuring characters of a certain race, then start writing those books.
This won’t happen for two reasons: 1) the sheep in the mob have zero interest in actually fixing the problems they claim to care so passionately about.  These problems are just the excuses they use to “justify” their violence.   In fact, it behooves the cause for the problem not to be solved, because if the problem were to be solved, they would have less to bitch about.  Which is all they do: bitch.
If they were to actually try to solve the problems they are demanding everyone else change, they would quickly learn two things: 1) becoming a police officer, a legislator, or an author is an unbelievably difficult thing to do, and despite what their parents, teachers, and all their participation awards have been telling them, they aren’t capable of “being anything they want.”  They cant get into a position to affect the change that they’re demanding: not because the system is racist…It’s because they themselves lack the necessary intelligence, education, talent, common sense, et cetera, to achieve these things.  And 2) not all problems have solutions.  There are certain aspects of the human condition that can never be “solved.”  Racism, sexism, violence, crime, poverty, injustice…these are all things to certain work against and try to reduce, but they will never disappear.  As long as these are the causes, the mob will never run out of things to demand.
The way to actually change these various problems, by the way (not that anyone asked), is not to try to stop or eliminate them…no, that would be foolish. No, the solution is to acknowledge sexism, racism, et cetera, as unfortunate realities, legitimate problems that aren’t going away, and then educate people on how to deal with it when confronted with them, and from there, build a society where instances of these problems occur fewer and fewer times.
What the mob is doing now with its demands is tantamount to a group of people protesting crime.  They’re marching in the street demanding an end to crime.  And they’re “teaching” their kids that the way to stop crime is to march in the streets demanding an end to it.  Then, when they figure out that their protesting did nothing to stop crime, they start committing criminal acts to “raise awareness” about the ongoing presence of crime, and things then continue to spiral stupidly out of control until you have a complete lawless situation, the exact opposite of what they were trying to achieve in the first place. What they should do (which is what any rational person does), is acknowledge that evil lurks, that there is and will always be crime, and then train yourself and your family how to handle it if it happens to them.

N.P.: “Let the Insects Rule” – Powerman 5000

Not much to report today, dear reader.  Whiskey, wings, and writing.

N.P.: “All American Alien Boy” –

‘Sup, reader?  Okay, full disclosure…I was gonna write this whole thing here tonight, but today the fine people at the Prince Estate released the Super Deluxe version of Sign ‘O the Times.  The remastered double album is there, of course, but then something like 50 previously unreleased tracks!  Fifty!  I’ve been listening to this goddamn thing for over 8 hours now.  I was supposed to have been writing that whole time, but I haven’t written shit, because I keep having to run to the keyboard (the one with the black and white keys) to play along.
Oops…yeah…gotta go again.

N.P.: “Blanche – 2020 Remaster” – Prince

Welcome to the Honor Roll Officer Robinson Desrouches (L) and Major Aubrey Gregory (R) of the Louisville Metro Police Department, two officers who were shot last night while trying to protect the mob from itself.  Maj. Gregory, commander of the LMPD’s Special Operation Division and complete bad ass actually walked into roll call this evening, less than 24 hours after being shot in the hip.  Officer Desrouches is recovering from surgery after being shot in the abdomen last night. Here’s to a quick and complete recovery to both of these heroes.  Cheers.

BLM™ strikes again.

N.P.: “Sugar – Archigram Remix” – Ladytron

It’s fall.  Finally…fucking fall.  I should be in a better mood.  But I know it’s “in name only.”  There are still several weeks of atmospheric bullshit just ahead.  Typically, Halloween is the first day of my Happy Season.  Or at least my Less Pissed Off Season.

We spent the summer watching our civic and corporate so-called “leaders” cave in to the mob, in many instances before the mob even showed up.  Rather than face the possibility of a hashtag campaign, leaders of corporations, cities, states, and universities chose to sacrifice their own customers, citizens, teachers, and students in a doomed attempt to placate the mob.  Allow me to suggest that it is these leaders who need to go.  They need to be removed from their positions due to gross negligence and dereliction of duty.  And they need to be replaced with actual American leaders who have the spine to not wither and cry at even the idea of the cancel culture coming for them.  People who will look at the pathetically ignorant mob with their virtual torches and pitchforks and say, “No.  Fuck you.  My people and this institution have rights, and if the police department is too cowardly to protect them and has chosen to kneel with the mob, if the mayor and the governor are too incompetent to call the national guard in to do it, then I will fucking do it.  Because these rights don’t come from the police, the national guard, the mayor, the CEO, or anyone else…we have the rights already.  And simply because the people whose job it is to protect those rights have chosen, for whatever reason, be it incompetence or pusillanimity, not to show up to work, does not at all alter our rights.  You’ve just left it up to us to enforce them.  Which is fine.  And just so you know, before this is over, you will be begging for the police to intervene.  So make your move, or fuck off.”
But no.  These “leaders” find it easier to paint “Stop Racism” in the end zone and deploy other empty moronic gestures and hope that they please oh please just be left alone by the mob.  Whom exactly are they telling to stop racism?  Their players?  Are the players so racist that the NFL must now paint a note in the end zone in order to remind these racist bastards that they need to knock it off every time they make a touchdown?  No, probably not.  Then who?  They must be telling You, the viewer, that you need to stop your evil racists ways.  No…I don’t think they’re doing that.  The truth is, of course, that the message is not directed anywhere…it’s meaningless, symbolic bullshit.

N.P.: “Mono Heart” – Rave The Reqviem