Death of Old Florida

First allow me to address the fact that I have not posted for some time now. I have been somewhat caught up with life and the intertubes come second to my immediate perceived reality that brings me pleasure and pain. So there.

I find myself in St. Augustine Florida. My grandmother is in a rehab facility here. She is 89 years old and beginning to loose her mind. Her body is likewise going to hell in a hand basket. She is one of those cranky trailer park ladies that used to dot the northern Atlantic coastline of Florida. Much like her the coast line is likewise going the way of the ghost. The shellshops and reptile farms are gone. The mom and pop ice cream parlors and biker bars are shambling wrecks waiting for a dry summer and a good spark to set them ablaze.

The vast expanses of sawgrass, palmetto and Spanish moss are fading. Their replacement is a fungal infection of overpriced yuppie habitrails, condos and hotels. Gated communities to keep out the riffraff with names like Hammock Dunes and Island Keys. Even sadder is the disappearance of Marineland. It's tanks destroyed and torn down. What was the birthplace of dolphin behavior study and the first live porpoise birth is now marked only by the statue that stood in the front. I saw my first dolphin there when I was probably 10 years old. One more nail in our coffin driven home by our abstraction from science and the natural world.

Frankly the whole thing pisses me off. I'd like to grab the fuckers that are doing this by the balls and slap them around a little. Why do we have to do this in America? Why do we have no respect for things that are older? Why don't our elderly look to us for support? Why do they push us away? Demanding to remain in their old homes long after they are safe.

This situation is untenable. If we are to continue to exist as a nation we need to stop throwing shit away as soon as it has become worn. We need to stop creating shit that won't last. I will eat a pile of my own shit if any of those fucking condos and gated communities have even a half occupancy after the baby boomers are gone and buried. There simply will not be enough people. Not to mention the fact that a modern house falls the fuck apart if it is neglected for more than a year or two.

America needs to stop living a throw away life. But for more reasons than just the environment. We will eventually have no sense of self. We will have no capacity to look back down the generations for a foothold on how to handle the now. We will have only Coke, McDonald's and Visa. And when they are done with us. They will throw us away. Because in a consumer society you are the disposable item. When you are old and incapable of buying their shit that will break they will throw you away because there's another standing in line behind you.

Florida used to be the wild place with the boars and snakes in the bushes. Now it's just another prepackaged destination for people to have lives. But those lives aren't the real thing. They are commodities just like any other thing in our rotten sugar coated society.

Guys have cocks.

So I was on the way to work. It was a normal morning. Tea, Dog out for a dump, dress in the social approved work attire. Commute. But all was not well. Listening to NPR I hear that someone is being unfairly prosecuted. Greyface had reared his ugly head. Fortunately the good folks over at Comic Book Legal Defense Fund swooped in to save the day. Apparently there are some pinchy puntas that can't believe that boys are born with cocks. We walk around naked. Not only that but famous peopledo it too. Holy shit! I had no idea! Where do they get these moralizing fuckers? What parental factory of dissappointment and self denial turns out these deprived morons? We need full frontal in rated R movies! Why? Because then people won't associate penises with some horrific secret. As if seeing one will strike you blind. Or turn the children into lesbians or homos at the mere sight of one. What about the children!? We are so busy protecting children from imagined ills that we aren't paying attention to our society's slow descent into fascism.

Brilliant tactic you have to admit though. Make the mob afraid of thier own genitals and they pay attention to everything except thier freedom. We are more concerned about how and why people are fucking each other that we slipped into a war and let a bunch of evil fucks get control of the country.

FULL FRONTAL FOR FREEDOM!

Linkbot launch.

Per the request of a dear friend of mine I"m going to play this little number by Franz Lizdt. Wait...what? No seriously folks she asked for links to click on at work as the intertubes had not been terribly interesting of late. And so I introduce the new padding for the site. Things here are either Safe for Work, Over Shoulder Check (but otherwise safe) and Not safe for work. They are labelled use them at your peril.


SFW

http://www.kashmirlouisville.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isolation_tank
http://www.folkwear.com/

OSC
http://www.karmasheetra.com/
http://www.fukung.net/v/5623/25909190563.gif

Ok that's it for now. Somewhat lame but I need to get a link catcher for IRC up and running. glhf

Privyet!

Welcome one and all to the beginnings of this blog. I am zampolit your humble host. While the name I have chosen to use is from Soviet russia I do not consider myself a communist. I do consider myself a firmly committed social liberitarian. Which is to say, I like what I like when I like it and no other time. Nothing is the way things are. More than likely I will be posting under the influence of some chemical or other. So if I ramble or spittle flows up from your keyboard and between the keys of you mouse then I do apologize.

I am one of those Philistines who will probably link to Wikipedia more often than not. This is mostly from intellectual laziness. It also stems from the fact that I know that I do not know everything about the subjects that I find interesting and make no attempt to unless I have the time. This is exceptionally difficult for me considering that not a moment goes by that I am not invited to cotillian's, ship launchings or biker parties. So as you can imagine my social life is somewhat packed. I know you understand even though you are the little people. I do have the greatest concern and regard for the little people.

I will offend you. Let me type that again so that it sinks in; I will offend you. I don't know you; well most of you at any rate, but, I'm certain in my talents and accumen in this regard. Though society seems a bit more thick skinned these days. In the 90's I had no trouble what-so-ever offending virtually everyone. Being a white male it was easy back then. All I had to do was show up. So I became flabby about my intellectual middle and my invective became so dull that I began to use it as a butter knife. But I'm back in the gym and I purchased a new invective knife from that oxycleen guy on TV. It's got a warranty with onsite support. So there.

What the hell will I be writing about? I don't fucking know! This is the first post. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick kid! Apologies to the Dead Milkmen. I'll probably write about things that piss me off. Things that make me stop cutting my toenails for months on end. Things that make me giggle like a little schoolgirl. We have to do something with these magnificent tubes don't we? Fill them with bits and packets and such. Otherwise soon to be Ex Senator Stevens (R-AK) will be angry with us for failing to fill them. Heavens we don't want that now do we?

I am overfed, oversexxed, overeducated and bored. I'm tired of being in a maelstrom of shit and everyone else is having all the fun. I have too much to do and no interest in doing any of it. Thus my desire to abuse your rods and cones. If I don't get some of this daily litany of insanity out of my head I'm quite sure my frontal lobes will explode. People bore me, Games bore me, Politics bores me. But I am fascinated none-the-less and I fully intend to force that little paradox into submission. I'll snap it's bones and feed them to the Jack. Jack is my dog. He might post once in a while too.

Ok enough of this. Stop reading and get back to work.



Disclaimer:
I will not guarantee anything about my writing. In fact I expect this to be poorly updated, infrequently grammatically correct and generally a poor show all round. But all things, even bad ones, have a lifecycle. This is the birth. Please mind your step and be careful you don't slip in the placental blood.