Duck And Cover

It's been four days since 58 people were murdered in Vegas.  Four days of bullshit and worthless gestures.  Nothing is going to change.  There is not going to be some grand revelation that's going to bring a change that will prevent this from being an ongoing scenario in some other city.  

Thoughts and prayers are a waste of time.  I can offer up farts and burps and the result is the same.  There is just too much money involved for any legislative action.  When the gun manufacturers are piping money into the pockets of politicians like a gushing river, there is not going to be any movement toward regulation.

When the media kept calling this latest episode the greatest mass murder in modern history, I just knew there was some guy, sitting at home, masturbating to his latest gun purchase, and vowing to beat the current record.  

We have a NASCAR mentality in this country.  We have been pushed into wanting to be the best, and the fastest and the greatest.  Drive in any situation and there's always going to be people who will weave in and out of traffic and risk death just to win the race to the next stoplight.  Speed limits be damned.  They just have to be in front of you.  

I fear it's the same with murder.  Living in infamy seems to be the goal; even though most aren't around to receive the praise they think they richly deserve.  Why did Booth kill Lincoln?  He thought his Southern comrades would greet him as a hero and he would be worshiped as a god.  He would avenge the tragedy of losing by killing the man he blamed.  

Nothing is going to stop the killing.  No one is going to rescue us.  We'll just wait until next time and fart and burp.  At least we'll feel better when we do.

Turned A Corner And I Ain't Going Back

Not sure when it happened, but things changed one day, and not for the better.  Was it the fact that I was approached to form a group with Joe and she just dropped it and then went to others and actually started a group?  I think it's not so much that she teamed up with others, it was just that she didn't bother to tell me that ahead of time.  I had to hear it through the gossip channels.

Looking at it now, I'm relieved that nothing came of her plan with me.  She has a tendency to be overly critical of anyone else and their ability.  She has already been bad-mouthing and complaining about her current mates, even though they are the ones getting the gigs and doing all the heavy lifting.  The name 'Diva' comes to mind every time I think about her attitude toward others.

I'm really not sure if this was the trigger point of how my feelings about performing and collaboration changed, but prior to that I was a lot more involved in the music scene around town.  

How do I feel now?  I feel like the guy in the race who has pushed and pushed and done his best and everyone else is rushing past, bumping into me, running me over and never looking back.  

I will take the blame for some of it.  There was a time when my attitude was extremely bad.  I will admit to that.  If this is the reason for my rejection now, it's not going to make things any better for me.  It only shows me that people overlook the good you do and only focus on the bad.  

That One Annoying Friend

Everybody has that one annoying friend who just sucks the fun out of everything.  This is they kind of 'friend' who interrupts you every time you try to talk, with their own running commentary, or their own idea of what you should be saying.  They have so little regard for you as a person, that they just never get it, when you finally get so fed up that you just shut up.

Why not tell them they suck?  Well, it's been my experience, that these are the type of people who just can't handle any criticism.  Any suggestion that they are less than perfect is met with a pouting demeanor and such hurt feelings that they never let you forget.

These are the same types of people who just can never get wry humor.  They suck all the fun out of lively conversation with such a serious tone, that you wonder if they were ever happy about anything in their life.  

My particular nemesis not only sucks the fun out of every situation, he also does it loudly.  He is abrupt, and curt and loud.  His shit is always the best.  He knows the best way to do everything.  He thinks that his interests are the most important thing in the world.  He will bore people for hours about his life, to the point of repeating himself so many times that even I can tell the story.