"indeed, so great an epicure am i in this matter, that i cannot relish a winter night fully if it be much past st. thomas's day and have degenerated into disgusting appearances of vernal tendencies."
thomas de quincey
the rat bastards at the chamber of commerce and their whore servants in washington gave me back the hour they stole last march...they give it back later and take it earlier every year...the lake of fire is too good for them...bring on the scorpions and ebola virus...and perhaps a dose of guinea worm as a bonus for the wealthiest..a fitting scourge to cleanse the scum from the melting pot...but what's important is it's five o'clock in the evening and it's dark...the weather is set to turn this week as well...i have been outdoors since march and it's time to come inside and sit in a comfortable chair with a good light and do some important reading...and not on a goddamned kindle either...a real book with real pages and a real binding i can crack when i throw some ineffable dreck written by some globalitarian whore across the goddamned room and listen to it hit the wall with a satisfying thud...freidman leaps to mind as a seriously mistaken lapdog of wealth and power and a fine candidate for a fling across the library...there is a season for everything.
"fear of an invisible power, if publicly allowed, is religion, if not allowed, superstition. thus the decision as to what is religion and what is superstition rests with the legislator."
from bertand russell's chapter on thomas hobbes philosophy in "a history of western philosophy."
an astute judgement on religion from a 17th century english tutor and part time philosopher whose book "leviathan" i wouldn't wish on anyone ,except, perhaps, george w. bush...with a stringent and fiercely graded essay test at the end...religion...superstition...in the words of someone i know, "that stuff is all made up anyway."...made up by congressmen according to hobbes...or the 17th century equivalent...whores through the ages still worked in national bagnios...the religious and secular holidays (scrooge's "false and commercial festival" he may have been an avaricious miser but he knew crass commercialism when he saw it)are well and truly upon us...i can tell because the sunday n y times has grown fat with full page color ads for the joys of the consumerist utopia that can still be ours in the wondrous time of contracting economies and tightening credit...how, exactly, the consumer is supposed to pull this miracle out of their collective ass may be best answered by jimmy stewart and donna reed...the 36% of the times devoted to full page advertizing is about desire not financing..."we have the goods, please want them...go out and take one for the retailing team...black friday is just around the corner...make or break time for wal-mart, target, and kohl's...spend like there's no tomorrow...the market needs you."
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