The Airing of Grievances

Ocho Ocho Looking For Feedback...

Sheriff Ocho: "Where all the white women at?"

...since we are sharing ideas.

Have we come this far?

I am thinking about going to a local watering hole in Darien, CT (aka Arian, CT) to watch the election. Darien is infamous as a Northern "sundown town". (Gentleman's Agreement and sundown towns.)

Laura Z. Hobson's bestselling 1947 novel Gentleman's Agreement was set in Darien. The book highlights American Anti-Semitism via an unwritten covenant that prohibited real estate sales to Jews.

Historian James Loewen's 1999 book Lies Across America paints Darien as a "Sundown town" "notorious for [its] racial policies." In or around 1948, according to resident Larry Abbott, a sign hung on Hollow Tree Ridge Road reading "Gentiles Only.")

I plan to celebrate opening when the election goes my way with my white Fiance. I also plan to bring in champagne for her to consume because it makes her horny. Then I plan to get crazy with public displays of affection.

Is this a good idea?

Have we come far enough?

-- Ocho Ocho

Ignorance

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits." (Thanks, Vegas)

Fantastic

That is all. (Gracias, Ocho)

In Which Assman Beats The Dead Horse

So, I was trolling the internet looking for more cheap jokes to make about Georgia because I'm a hate-filled asshole who can't let it go, despite the overwhelming evidence, and then, out of the blue, I found this.

My thoughts are as follows:

This Can't Be Real

If you do one thing all day today, just scroll down and watch the slideshow (with commentary). Gotta be satire, right? Every woman is either fat or pregnant and has a cigarette hanging out of their mouth. You got a bride saying that the Waffle House is as much a part of their lives as their kids are. You got Dale Earnhardt gear. You got a 23 year old couple that's been together for nine years. You got moustaches. You got mullets. You got a groom named Bubba. You got milk crates for seats and kids sitting in oil stains. You got a wedding ring that looks like it came from one of those quarter machines outside of Stop & Shop. You got kids picking their noses in the wedding pictures. I could go on and on here. How is this not on the front page of The New Yorker?

On a serious note...Klompus...listen to me. I don't know you personally and yeah, you're kind of an asshole, but this really needs to be said. You gotta get the fuck out of Georgia, man. Do it now, before it's too late. Sell the house. Pull a Bob Irsay if you have to. Just get the fuck out!

Think about the children, man!

Wookin Pa Nub

Treat yourself to a touching rendition of "Omazing Grace."  There are just too many life lessons to apply here.  But worth a listen anyway.  Enrico Palazzo would be proud.  The question is, does this jackass figure out a way capitalize on this with some kind of novelty release ala William Hung?  Something tells me money in this guy's pocket would not be well spent. 

Those Crazy Hippies

..... what will they think of next. 

Being an advocate of sound environmental policies it's nice to know there's a web site I can go to when loneliness strikes.  I'm sure there's going to be more than a few of you nasty A of Ger's joining this site so I guess I've done my good eco-deed for the day. 

Hey Geraldine Ferraro

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."

Bill Clinton is a Shameless POS

That is all.

"Bill Clinton Has A Dream"

Sitting at my desk, swmming in corporate shit, and one of my buddies hits my in-box with this.

Ya gotta love the internets.