Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What Would Cap-n-Crunch Say About This?


So the Pirates want a piece of us. They’re calling us out. Ready to slaughter anything American because they can “recognize” our flag. I’m overwhelmed by their brilliance. Saw a picture of these guys and they are skinny. I mean, blink-and-you’ll-miss-‘em skinny. To look at them, you’d think no wonder they’re attacking ships, they need food. Too bad the sad irony is that they’re attacking ships that are bringing food aid to areas in their region. But they have guns and rocket launchers so that makes them bad asses.

It’s been a pretty good run for them so far. Many of these unarmed ships have been easy pickings in the vast oceanic expanse. But now they’re calling us out. Even calling Obama out directly. We’ll see how he responds. He says, he will. I think he’s going to have to now that the buccaneers have decided to go after Americans specifically because of his vow to combat piracy.

I wonder where Johnny Depp stands on this whole issue.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

There He Goes


There he goes. The man accused of being an accessory to the deaths of some
29,000 people while serving as a Guard in a Nazi Germany death camp. The man who claims he was a Ukrainian POW. The 89-year-old man on his way to Germany to await a trial he’ll probably never live to see. The man who yelled "I love you" in Ukrainian to his family as the US Government whisked him away from his suburban home outside of Cleveland, Ohio. The man who will take the truth to his grave no matter what happens. The man who can only be tried - truly - in front of God.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Metamorphistication


I'm happy to report that I have broken free of my creator. Just as Kilgore Trout was given freedom by his creator in Kurt Vonnegut's brilliant Breakfast of Champions, I too have been liberated. I have gained my freedom because I persevered. I offered to talk to the Alien but he wanted nothing to do with me. I slept in trunks and watched my best friend die. I saw my wife leave me for an Alien. And still, on special nights, I look for her. But I am free. I did not ask to be made young. I didn't even ask for my freedom. But I have it and I shall not ignore it.