Saturday, April 19, 2014 14:28

When did country music become castrated?

April 10th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

If country music is the New Pop™, these lyrics from Blake Shelton’s “Doing What She Likes” are Exhibit “A”:

She likes it when I call in sick to work
Spend the whole day hanging with her
I might get fired but that’s alright
I’m doin’ what she likes

Really?  What kind of Beta Male bullshit is that?  “Gee Honey, would it be OK if I get fired because I let you tell me to stay home with you?”  Where is David Allan Coe or Johnny “Take This Job and Shove It” Paycheck?  Even wearing a rhinestone suit, Porter Wagoner was more manly than this.

Country music, RIP.

 

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So long, Firefox

April 9th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

I’ve sacked Firefox due to their craven submission to the screeching, lefty Gaystapo.  I am now using Pale Moon as my default browser, as recommended over at Vox Populi.  Check them out.

I have gay friends, and I don’t care what consenting adults do with each other in private.  I do, however, despise strong-arm tactics by a self-appointed elite.  If they can get a powerful, successful, well-known CEO fired, they can get anyone fired.  This is not about tolerance, it is about power.

Resist.

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New addition to blogroll

April 9th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

We’ve added a link to Vox Populi to the blogroll.  Please check them out.

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Some thoughts on achievement by Dave Grohl.

March 28th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

People who have never slaved over the development of a talent always seem to think that is comes easily.  “Why, I could write the Great American Novel, I just haven’t gotten around to it.”  I know several well-known authors, and they write for up to eight hours every day, because it’s their job.  I like Dave Grohl’s take on the Culture of I-Am-Now-Famous Because Some Celebrity Said I Am and the Audience Voted for Me:™

When I think about kids watching a TV show like American Idol or The Voice, then they think, ‘Oh, OK, that’s how you become a musician, you stand in line for eight fucking hours with 800 people at a convention center and… then you sing your heart out for someone and then they tell you it’s not fuckin’ good enough.’ Can you imagine?” he implores. “It’s destroying the next generation of musicians! Musicians should go to a yard sale and buy an old fucking drum set and get in their garage and just suck. And get their friends to come in and they’ll suck too. And then they’ll fucking start playing and they’ll have the best time they’ve ever had in their lives and then all of a sudden they’ll become Nirvana. Because that’s exactly what happened with Nirvana. Just a bunch of guys that had some shitty old instruments and they got together and started playing some noisy-ass shit, and they became the biggest band in the world. That can happen again! You don’t need a fucking computer or the internet or The Voice or American Idol.  –

Dave Grohl

Something to ponder.

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Still here. Just busy.

March 21st, 2014

- Wiccapundit

I hope folks are still stopping by our little place here.  We’ve been incredibly busy lately, but we haven’t disappeared!  I hope to have some new stuff up soon.

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Jimmy Carter’s enduring failure.

February 10th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

How many of us remember a time when the United States did not have a Cabinet-level Department of Energy?  Does anyone remember why it was established?

In 1977, with 40.5 % of U.S. crude oil supplied from foreign sources, Jimmy Carter announced the creation of the DOE with the statement: “Beginning this moment, this nation will never use more foreign oil than we did in 1977 – never.”

As of 2014, nearly 37 years after its creation, with 16,000+ employees and an annual budget north of $30 billion, the DOE produces exactly nothing in the way of energy.   More than 61% of U.S. crude oil comes from foreign sources.   The DOE has been a complete and utter failure at the one thing it was created to do -  reduce our reliance on foreign crude oil.

And these are the people that want to be in control of the provision of your health care.

Thanks, Jimmy.

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Your daily encouragement.

February 9th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

“How do you get through your day?”

(h/t Lemur King)

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Friday Funneh

January 17th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

Q:  How many radical feminists does it take to change a tire?

A:  A man, because apparently a fish does need a bicycle.

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The world really does owe you nothing. Get used to it.

January 16th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

An interesting meditation on the above topic.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and go to the supermarket. I enter the supermarket and get in line at the dairy/meats counter.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and go to the library. I want to checkout a specific book.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get on the subway. I sit down next to a cute girl.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and walk to a bar in the old town. At the bar, I ask for a beer and position myself next to a pair of beautiful women.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get in a bus. I ride the bus for 30 minutes to my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) academy.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get into my friend’s car. Together, we ride to an investor meeting. We need funding for our nascent startup.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get in a taxi. I tell the driver to take me to the airport.

*
At the supermarket, I ask for my favorite cheese: Dutch Gouda.

At the library, I ask if they have a specific book.

In the subway, I make a comment to the girl sitting next to me.

In the bar, I approach the girls on my right.

In my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) practice, I roll (train) with several guys.

In the conference room, we present our startup to a roomful of investors.

In the airport, I get on the plane and head to an exotic destination.

*
At the supermarket, the lady finds the cheese and slices it. I pay and exit the supermarket.

At the library, the librarian looks up the book and tells me which on which shelf it’s located. I find the book and exit the library.

In the subway, the girl and I click instantly, and end up talking for the entire 40-minute ride. We make plans for the future.

At the bar, I hit it off with one of the girls. She has big brown eyes, long dark brown hair and flirtatious eyes. The night looks very promising.

At my BJJ practice, I end up submitting almost everyone, even a couple of guys who’re ranked higher than me. I feel ecstatic.

In the conference room, the investors love our business plan and agree to invest in our nascent startup.

After a pleasant flight, I land in the capital city of a new country. It’s clean, modern and fantastic. Everyone is friendly. The women are very attractive. The cute brunette at the information desk is shamelessly flirting with me.

I go back to my apartment. I get undressed. I lay down and fall asleep.

The world owes me nothing.


I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and go to the supermarket. I enter the supermarket and get in line at the dairy/meats counter.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and go to the library. I want to checkout a specific book.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get on the subway. I sit down next to a cute girl.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and walk to a bar in the old town. At the bar, I ask for a beer and position myself next to a pair of beautiful women.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get in a bus. I ride the bus for 30 minutes to my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) academy.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get into my friend’s car. Together, we ride to an investor meeting. We need funding for our nascent startup.

I wake up. I get out of bed. I get dressed. I leave the apartment and get in a taxi. I tell the driver to take me to the airport.

*
At the supermarket, I ask for my favorite cheese: Dutch Gouda.

At the library, I ask if they have a specific book.

In the subway, I make a comment to the girl sitting next to me.

In the bar, I approach the girls on my right.

In my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) practice, I roll (train) with several guys.

In the conference room, we present our startup to a roomful of investors.

In the airport, I get on the plane and head to an exotic destination.

*
At the supermarket, the lady doesn’t find the cheese I want, and the cheeses available are either too expensive or too smelly. I leave without buying my favorite cheese.

At the library, the librarian informs that all the copies of the book are checked out. I leave without getting the book I wanted.

In the subway, the girl politely answers my question then promptly re-inserts her headphones. We don’t speak again for the remainder of the ride.

At the bar, both of the girls politely turn their backs towards me; they are more interested in talking amongst themselves than getting to know an exotic stranger.

At my BJJ practice, I end up being beaten by almost everyone I roll with, including some of the newbie white belts.

In the conference room, the investors decline to invest in our startup, citing low number of users and poor prospects for growth and monetization. My partner and I contemplate closing up shop.

After a horrible flight, I land in a strange city in a strange country. My appeals for help are either unnoticed or ignored. A gorgeous girl is giving me a dirty look. It’s grey outside and the road to the city is filled with potholes. The taxi driver is smoking and won’t turn down the loud and obnoxious music.

I go back into my apartment. I get undressed. I lay down and fall asleep.

The world owes me nothing.


I wake up. I wake up and get out of bed. I wake up, get out of bed and get dressed. I wake up, get out of bed, get dressed, open the door and exit the apartment. I hear the front door slam behind me. I walk tall and erect. I walk with a purpose, looking straight ahead.

I enter steel doors, wooden doors, sliding doors, rotating doors, fancy doors, simple doors, single doors, double doors, heavy doors, light doors, dark doors, black doors, white doors, green doors, red doors, blue doors, coffee shop doors, office doors, subway doors, airport doors, supermarket doors, library doors, skyscraper doors, hotel doors, lounge doors, bar doors, club doors.

More doors.

I keep going.

The world doesn’t owe me a damn thing.

(h/t Captain Capitalism)

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A good life thought.

January 15th, 2014

- Wiccapundit

dog

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