Conversations I Am Tired Of Having

Posted in Library of Congress, Politics, Race by chamblee54 on January 22, 2015








There was a post a while back, 10 Conversations On Racism I’m Sick Of Having With White People. The original started at The Chronicle, but LiveJournal is kind of weird, so a mirror image will have to do. There are comments, at the sourced post, that illustrate some of the points covered today.

I got to thinking about “10 Conversations”, and a reply began to take shape. I started a list of conversations the I am tired of having, and before you could say affirmative action, there were a dozen items. Many of these incidents have involved people of color, or POC. Many others have not. Often, the ethnicity of the other person has little importance to the discussion. Therefore, the title of this feature will not be racially specific. This monolog will probably not go viral, or even bacterial. Washing your hands might be a good idea when you are finished reading.

Meetings where one person does all the talking The word conversation implies that more than one person says something. Often, this does not happen. One person will talk for a while. Before person two finishes a sentence, person one will interrupt them.

This does not work. When the other person is talking, shut up and listen. Don’t be thinking of your clever comeback, but pay attention to what the other person is saying. What the other person says is just as important as what you say.

Listening is not valued in our culture. It is seen as a loss of control, a sign of weakness. It is really a sign of strength. If you are weak, you don’t want to allow the other person to say anything. Have you ever heard anyone boast about the clever things that they say to someone? Of course you have, just like you never hear anyone talk highly about himself because he is a good listener.

My question is not an excuse to make a speech. Some people have an agenda. Whatever you say is an obstacle to the message they want to broadcast. When you ask a question, some people think you are handing them the talking stick, to do whatever they want. When your eyes glaze over, they plow on, in total disregard to your discomfort, and lack of comprehension. It is almost as if they are talking to hear the sound of their own voice.

I’m not talking to you. If you are screaming something, anyone with earshot can hear you. Do not get offended if there is a reaction to your words, especially if it is subtly directed at the person you are not talking to. This applies to the internet as well, where all of humanity is *privy* to your innermost thoughts. Keep the farmyard meaning of *privy* in mind when sharing your innermost product.

Conversations should be with people. If you are a business, and you want to tell me something, send me a written message. Please refrain from using robocall machines. I feel very foolish talking to a machine, especially one that doesn’t understand southern english.

You don’t have to shout. The amount of truth in a statement is not increased by the volume of expression. If you are standing next to me, the odds are I can hear you in a normal tone of voice. If you are across the room, come stand next to me, rather than shout across the room. If your normal tone of voice is shouting, then you have a problem.

The same principal goes to controlling your temper. When you choose not to control your temper, you show disprespect to yourself, and the person you are talking to. There is no situation that cannot be made worse by angry speech.

Privilege Racial polemic is getting more subtle these days. We are not quite post racial, although there are rumors of a PostRacial apartment complex in Dickhater. The phrase that pays these days is Privilege. This is always something owned by the group you do not belong to. Last summer, I heard this quote in a discussion, and nearly fell out of my chair.

From the N word to POC. Labels for groups of people can cause problems. I have expressed myself on the N word before, and don’t have much to add. As for POC, that is even sillier. Colored people is an insult, but people of color is preferred. I am sure some of you have a terrific speech to ‘splain this, but I am not interested. My neck may be red, but that is a color. PWOC is an insult to my humanity, whether you are talking to me or not.

This is getting longer than the attention span of many readers. It might be continued at a later date. This is a repost. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.








Boring Words

Posted in GSU photo archive, Race by chamblee54 on January 21, 2015









PG woke up on a cold January morning, facing a day at the facility. Wrecklessly stumbling into facebook, the first thing to catch his eye was “Um, I’m not the only one who just saw the N-word on Sharon Needles’ FB page, right?”

Aaron Coady has been in the spotlight before. He is an entertainer, with an effort made to be edgy. Some find his act amusing. PG is not one of those people.

It is tough to say who is worse here. If Mr. Coady did indeed use a racial slur on facebook, then he is a poopyhead. If this is a hoax, then someone else is a poopyhead. If this is a Duck Dynasty-style publicity stunt, then a few people have been fooled twice.

There is also the pearl clutching that goes on whenever a PWOC utters a word that is reserved for the exclusive use of POC. Is anyone else bored by this? The judge in the Paula Deen case threw out the racism part of the lawsuit. Maybe, someday, people will find something else to be outraged over.

There is a writing challenge this week. The ides is to use the word whatever, as an adverb. The word should mean that something is useless. The adverb part is tricky. “Whatever floats your boat” qualifies, but is boring. Just like the n word. This is a repost. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.








Obituary Mambo

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 20, 2015

Andrew Sullivan had an uplifting feature, the other day, about obituaries. As is his custom, he found an article at another site, threw out a juicy quote, and moved on. It is up to Chamblee54 to provide more detail, and put up pictures for the text averse. These pictures today are from the Pleasant Hill Baptist Church cemetery. This is a repost.
It is a common practice to look at the obituaries (aka “Irish sports page”) first thing in the morning. If the reader is not included, then the day can proceed as normal. This custom does not take into account the possibility that you have died, and your family it too cheap to purchase a notice.
The article in question is THE DEAD BEAT CLUB Ten things you don’t know about the obit biz. It starts off by saying that the family members are usually happy to help the obit scribe. They have stories about the recently deceased, like
” Eddie “Bozo” Miller boasted of regularly drinking a dozen martinis before lunch, yet he lived to age eighty-nine.”
Newspapers take different approaches to obituaries. Some assign rookies, or use the death beat as punishment for troublemakers. Others give the job to their best writer. The paid notices are usually written by family members, with the help of the undertaker.
Of course, there is the occasional oddball. Alana Baranick, obituary writer for Cleveland’s The Plain Dealer and lead author of Life on the Death Beat: A Handbook for Obituary Writers , likes to visit every municipality in the United States named Cleveland.
One oft repeated saying is that obituaries are about life, not death. As the source puts it:
“The British “quality” newspapers — The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The Guardian, and The Independent, substantiate the old chestnut about obituaries being about life, not death. These papers rarely mention the cause of death, focusing instead on presenting a vivid account of a lived life. American papers have an unhealthy fixation on death. It’s common for “complications of chronic pulmonary disease” or “bile duct cancer” to show up in the story’s lede, never to resurface.”
Only one obituary has won a Pulitzer prize.
” Leonard Warren, a Metropolitan Opera baritone, dropped dead mid-performance in 1960. Sanche de Gramont (who changed his name to Ted Morgan), a young rewrite man at the New York Herald Tribune, banged out the obit in under an hour and won a 1961 Pulitzer in the Local Reporting, Edition Time, category.”
There is an The International Association of Obituarists. The headquarters is in Dallas TX, presumably near a grassy knoll. They have an annual convention, which is said to be a lively affair. The 2005 conference was in Bath, England. The 2007 conference was in Alfred NY. There is also the Society of Professional Obituary Writers. (Many of the links, from the original edition of this post, are no longer working. No information is available about the IAO convention for 2014.)

IAO was founded by Carolyn Gilbert, the lady who puts the bitch in obituary. Ms. Gilbert collaborates on a page, Remembering The Passed. RTP has a series of podcasts. They require an apple app to listen, which is too much work for PG.
Death is a part of life. Every language has a word for it, and English has a number of slang expressions. An incomplete list would include :
““passed on”, “are no more”, “have ceased to be”, “expired and gone to meet their Maker”, “are bereft of life”, “have ceased to be”, “rest in peace”, “push up daisies”, “whose metabolic processes are now history”, “are off the twig”, “have kicked the bucket”, “shuffled off their mortal coil”, “run down the curtain” or “joined the Choir Invisible”
Columbia Journalism Review (Motto: Strong Press, Strong Democracy) has a feature about Obit.
“Krishna Andavolu is the managing editor of Obit an online magazine intended for those interested in obituaries, epitaphs, elegies, postludes, retrospectives, grave rubbings, widow’s weeds, and other such memorabilia of expiration. Part eulogistic clearinghouse, part cultural review, Obit purports to examine life through the prism of death. Founded in 2007 by a wealthy New Jersey architect who sensed an exploitable niche after seeing a middle-aged woman distraught over the death of Captain Kangaroo, the site is a locus for enlightened morbidity.”
OM is worth a visit. The top story features a picture of Betty Ford, who survived Breast Cancer, Alcoholism, and The White House, to die at 93. The site has an ad from, with the creative suggestion to Trade In Your Old Bridesmaid Dress & Get a New Little Black Dress.
OM has a popular feature called Died on the same day. Grim reaper recruits on January 20 include Pope Fabian (250), Johnny Weissmuller (1984), Audrey Hepburn (1993), Etta James (2012).
No google search is complete without someone trying to make money. Obituaries Professionally Written says
” … we believe in honoring a life with respect, dignity and integrity. When needed, euphemism is used liberally. “
OPW content provider Larken Bradley says
“”Obituary writing is an honor, a privilege, and great fun … I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.”… After she dies she expects her obit headline will read, “Obituary Writer, Six Feet Under.”


PG was going to repost an old favorite, Obituary Mambo. When you recycle something this often, it is a good idea to check the links. For OM, many do not work.
The story begins with a story at the digital home of Andrew Sullivan. This fine facility is now in paywall purgatory. When you click on the old link, you see a cartoon of a French borderguard, and the message
“THIS CONNECTION IS UNTRUSTED You have asked Firefox to connect securely to, but we can’t confirm that your connection is secure. …” The browser has this reaction to several of the links in the original story.
Monetization of obituaries seems to have run aground. Links to Obit Magazine give you a page of fine print HTML. The International Association of Obituarists is not on the internet. The NPR interview with Carolyn Gilbert, founder of the IAO, is still up. Presumably, she is still putting the bitch back in obituary. Maybe the 2005 convention in Bath, England was too much.
Another link gave this result:
“Welcome to ! Our new web site, powered by EarthLink Web Hosting, is currently under construction.” In its place is The Society of Professional Obituary Writers, “Proudly powered by Weebly.”
SPOW hosted a contest in 2011 and 2012.
“Each year, The Society of Professional Obituary Writers holds a competition to honor excellence in obituary writing. Obituaries are submitted by reporters and editors from all over the world, and blind-judged by a panel of our members. Winners receive trophies, known as the Grimmies, and are feted at the annual conference.” Grimmies were given for Best Obit, and Best Body of Work.
bt02 UPDATE PG finished the post, and put the link on facebook. The following item was in the news feed. Evidently facebook does not know that Johnny Brian McCullouch died a few weeks ago. Or maybe it does. You can’t make this up.


January 19

Posted in History, Holidays, Library of Congress, Uncategorized by chamblee54 on January 19, 2015










January 19 is the third monday in January this year, and is the time for MLK day. The nineteenth day of the new year has a lively history. In 1861, Georgia seceded from the Union. In 1977, on his last day in office, President Gerald Ford pardoned Iva Toguri D’Aquino (a.k.a. “Tokyo Rose”). Nature celebrated by having snow fall in Miami.

PG’s mother was a talk radio fan. Her station was WRNG, long since defunct. A psychic was on the air one day, and said that when Jimmy Carter became President, it would snow in Miami.

Where January 19 shines is celebrity birthdays.
1807 – Robert E. Lee, American general (d. 1870)
1809 – Edgar Allan Poe, American author and poet (d. 1849)
1839 – Paul Cézanne, French painter (d. 1906)
1923 – Jean Stapleton, American actress and singer (d. 2013)
1939 – Phil Everly, (The Everly Brothers) (d. 2014)
1943 – Janis Joplin, American singer-songwriter (d. 1970)
1946 – Dolly Parton, American singer-songwriter and actress
1947 – Paula Deen, American chef and author
1953 – Desi Arnaz, Jr., American actor
1958 – Thomas Kinkade, American painter (d. 2012)

1983 – Ham the Chimp, Cameroonian-American chimpanzee (b. 1956)
1990 – Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, Indian mystic and guru (b. 1931)
1997 – James Dickey, American poet and author (b. 1923)
2000 – Hedy Lamarr, Austrian-American actress and mathematician (b. 1913)
2006 – Wilson Pickett, American singer-songwriter (The Falcons) (b. 1941)
2007 – Bam Bam Bigelow, American wrestler (b. 1961)
2007 – Hrant Dink, Turkish-Armenian journalist (b. 1954)
2008 – Suzanne Pleshette, American actress (b. 1937)

Information by Wikipedia. Pictures by The Library of Congress.











War Letters

Posted in GSU photo archive, History, Politics, War by chamblee54 on January 19, 2015








In the winter of 2003, it was obvious that America was going to war. Congress had voted approval, the modern version of a declaration of war. The troops. and supplies, were on the borders of Iraq, waiting for the order to go in.

PG felt the need to make a statement. There was no illusion that it would affect the overall decision to invade Iraq. However, PG wanted to go on record as being opposed to the folly to come.

It was a low risk act. In America, we have freedom of expression. This does not mean that the powers that be listen to the people. The only expression that matters is by people who pay the authorities. The people can say anything, but nobody in charge listens.

There were three representatives in Congress to contact. The two Senators were Saxby Chambliss and Zell Miller. The 4th district was represented in the House of Representatives by Denise Majette. She was new to Congress, having defeated Cynthia McKinney in the 2002 election.

The area that PG lives in is gerrymandered into different districts every ten years by the Georgia legislature. This is partly the legacy of the Voting Rights Act, which requires the voting districts in Georgia to be approved by Federal authorities. Today, PG is in the 6th district, represented by Republican Tom Price.

The letters are lost in hard drive crash fog. It started out with the phrase “you were elected to represent me.” Apparently, this left Zell Miller out. He has been appointed to finish the term of Paul Coverdell. Democrat Zell Miller was appointed by Democrat Governor Roy Barnes to complete the term of Republican Paul Coverdell. After this, Zell Miller gave the keynote address at the 2004 Republican Convention. This is what Georgia has come to expect from Zig Zag Zell.

The anti war letter was not great writing. It basically said that the invasion of Iraq was not a good idea. The letter did not address the tax cut. In a bizarre move, Congress approved a tax cut, with an economically ruinous war on the horizon.

The responses to the letter are attached here. Denise Majette gave a thoughtful reply. She did not say “I agree with you” in so many words, but it is clear she is not gung ho about killing Iraqis. Miss Majette said, and PG agrees, that once the war begins, the debate should cease.

Saxby Chambliss sent two replies. Both talked about how well the war was going, and how wonderful it was to be killing people in Iraq. It is a good question whether his staff read the original letter from PG, which opposed the war.

In the 2004 election, Denise Majette ran for the Senate. Zell Miller chose to retire, and his seat was up for grabs. Republican Johnny Isakson won the Senate seat. Cynthia McKinney made a comeback, and won the fourth district House seat.

Saxby Chambliss was re-elected in 2008, and retired in 2014. The conflict in Iraq continues to this day. It is a disaster. The withdrawal of American combat troops did not end the civil war. Currently, Iraq is the scene for combat operations from the Islamic State military force.

The financial burden of the war has been immense. The military depends on contractors for many basic services, at increased cost to the Asian war financiers. The National debt has been increasing by a trillion dollars a year. Revenge for nine eleven, directed at a marginally responsible country, has been horribly expensive. Pictures for today’s entertainment message are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.









Happy Healthy People Who Don’t Give

Posted in Library of Congress, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 18, 2015


















“1. Do whatever the fuck you want.” This is habit number one of Twelve Habits of Happy, Healthy People Who Don’t Give a Shit About Your Inner Peace. On this bright sunny sunday, PG wants to write snarky commentary on motivational nonsense. The pictures are from The Library of Congress.

“Whatever the fuck” is similar to give a fuck. Neither phrase makes much sense. WTF is probably derived from “what the hell,” with a stronger profanity.

“The earliest use in print recorded by editors of the Oxford English Dictionary comes from the 1920s. From a story handed down in my family (U.S.), I know the phrase was used in the late 19th century, if not earlier. It might have come from “what IN hell…,” similar to “what on earth….” That’s speculation, though. “What the hell?” has the same meaning as “What?” but adds anger and emphasis.” In other words, it is just something people like to say. It was conceived in religion, then given greater “anger and emphasis” with the word for intercourse. The english language is a strange business.

DWTFYW is number one on the list, as well as number two, four, ten, and twelve. In number twelve, useless periods are added. All six words are capitalized. The catchphrase becomes “12. Do. Whatever. The Fuck. You Want.” The bloggette wants you to know that she really, really means this.

The post makes fun of motivational posts. The first example is 25 Habits Of People Who Are Happy, Healthy & Successful. The photo shows a beautiful women, on top of a glorious mountain, with the sun setting next to her butt. Making fun of this type of “matter” does not take much imagination.

“3. Seriously, do you want that burger? Then just fucking eat a burger. …” caught PG’s eye. If gaining weight was the only problem here, then you should finish fucking, then eat the burger. If you are likely to get gout, then you may want to pass on the burger. Red meat is what makes your foot swell up so that every step hurts. If what you want is to walk without pain, then eat something else.

What list does not looking for contradictions belong on? Or giggling at the inconsistencies in these lists. MindBodyGreen (Our mission is to revitalize the way people eat, move, and live!) says “20. They don’t complain.” A few pixels east is a link to another post. Drinking Too Much? It Might Be Your Job’s Fault. This page is sponsored by AstrologyAnswers. “WARNING: You’ve NEVER Had An Astrology Reading Like This Before! “













Dinner Party Will Never Materialize

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on January 18, 2015


















Rahsaan Roland Kirk

Posted in Georgia History, GSU photo archive, Music, Politics by chamblee54 on January 17, 2015









There have been nine presidential transfers of power in PG’s life. Seven of them were in January. PG typically ignores them. He goes out with Mr. Crook in office, and comes home to President Thief.

The best exception was in August,1974. Richard Nixon was finally undone and forced to resign. After watching Tricky Dick’s next to last television speech , PG got in his Datsun and drove to the Great Southeast Music Hall. The entertainment that night was Rahsaan Roland Kirk.

The Music Hall was the sort of place we don’t seem to have anymore. The auditorium was a bunch of bench backs on ground level, with pillows everywhere. It was a space in a shopping center, occupied by an office depot in later years. To get there from Brookhaven, you drove on a dirt road, where Sidney Marcus Boulevard is today.

Rahsaan Roland Kirk was not modest. He was the modern miracle of the tenor saxophone. He would play three saxophones at once, getting sounds that you do not get from a single instrument. At one point, the band had been playing for about five minutes, when PG noticed that Kirk had been holding the same note the entire time without stopping to breathe.

Mr. Kirk played two ninety minute sets that night. He talked about twenty minutes out of every set. Of that twenty minutes, maybe thirty seconds would be fit for family broadcasting. Mr. Kirk…who was blind…said he did not want to see us anyway, because we were too ugly. He said that Stevie Wonder wanted to make a lot of money, so he could have an operation and see again.

The next day, Mr. Nixon got in a helicopter and left Washington. The Music Hall stayed open a few more years, and Sidney Marcus Boulevard was paved. Rahsaan Roland Kirk had a stroke in 1975. He struggled to be able to perform again. On December 5, 1977, a second stroke ended his career. He was 41 years old. This feature is an encore presentation. The pictures used today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.











Rumi Said What?

Posted in Library of Congress, Quotes, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 16, 2015












The other day, PG was fumbling through facebook, and there was a lovely quote. “I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am The Soul that lives within. Rumi.” The poem seemed like good words to paste in front of pictures. PG is squeamish about copyrights, and decided to see if the translation belonged to anyone. Veteran readers should know where this is going.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, has become popular with the meme crowd. Mr. Google says: Born: September 30, 1207, Vakhsh, Tajikistan Died: December 17, 1273, Konya, Turkey. With his name abbreviated to four easy to pronounce letters, translations of his poems are popular. Often, the words are pasted on beautiful pictures.

Some killjoys say that this is wrong. “Yet this popularization has had a price, and the price is a frequent distortion of Rumi’s words and teachings … The English “creative versions” rarely sound like Rumi to someone who can read the poems in the original Persian, and they are often shockingly altered– but few know this, and the vast majority of readers cannot but believe that such versions are faithful renderings into English of Rumi’s thoughts and teachings when they are not.”

Lets look at the quote that started this story. It has such a perfect rhythm, and such a catchy rhyme. What relation to the original does this have? Does anyone know the name of the original poem?

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad could tell you a few things about the difficulty of translating Farsi into English. This is even more true when the translator has an agenda. On Fox News, some are trying to lead to war. Those translating a thirteenth century poet are trying to create peace. While the meme motives may be more noble, their integrity in using languages is equally suspect.

The killjoy article has some examples of Rumi poem “versions,” with footnotes. One is “Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system.” The comment: ” …is especially absurd. There is no evidence Rumi knew much more about Judaism or Christianity than what is said in the Qur’an– not to speak of other religions.” (The source article goes into more detail about this quote, and about the specific so called translators.)

Pictures for this repost are from The Library of Congress. Spell check suggestion for Rumi: Rum.










Growing Up With Joni Mitchell

Posted in Library of Congress, Music, The Internet by chamblee54 on January 15, 2015












A facebook friend went on a Joni Mitchell kick. First it was a link to an interview. Then it was a quote from The Last Time I Saw Richard. A lady said Blue was her favorite album all all time, and a man enthusiastically agreed.

Given the apples and oranges quality of her catalog, it would be tough to pick one album as a favorite. PG then realized that fbf was going to be thirty soon. PG is sixty. These are two different perspectives on the craft of Joni Mitchell. One has driven through the storm, not knowing what was next. The other is presented with an almost complete body of work.

PG has known about Joni since high school, and been a devoted fan since 1976. Joni’s most popular album, Court And Spark, came out in 1974, eleven years before fbf was born. Who would be the equivalent female musical force from 1943, when PG was minus eleven? The answer is nobody. (Coincidentally Roberta Joan Anderson was born on November 7, 1943.)

ms mitchell After the comment about Blue, PG listened to For The Roses. Joni’s craft is like a cluster bomb… there are lines that you never fully felt, bomblets waiting to explode in your gut. Let The Wind Carry Me has one of those hidden threats. Mama thinks she spoilt me, Papa knows somehow he set me free, Mama thinks she spoilt me rotten, She blames herself, But papa he blesses me.

The first thing PG heard by Joni was Big Yellow Taxi. It was on The Big Ball, a 1970 mail order sampler from Warner Brothers. This was when Joni shacked up with Graham Nash. The next year saw Blue, followed by For The Roses, and Court And Spark. PG always thought Joni was someone he should like, but somehow didn’t. It wasn’t until 1976 that PG broke through the barrier, and became a Joni Mitchell fan. Seeing her in concert did not hurt.

On February 3, 1976, PG took a study break. (He scored 100 on the test the next day) Joni Mitchell was playing at the UGA coliseum a few blocks away, and the door was not watched after the show started. PG found a place to stand, on the first level of the stands. The LA express was her band that night, and created a tight, jazzy sound, even in the UGA coliseum. Tom Scott pointed at Joni, said she was crazy, and drew circles around his left ear. The one line PG remembers is “chicken scratching my way to immortality” from Hejira.

The Hissing of Summer Lawns might not be her best album, but it is certainly her bravest. Court And Spark was a commercial success. Instead of producing a bestselling followup, Joni took a ninety degree turn. Summer Lawns, for all its eccentric sparkle, confused the record buying public. The gravy train took off in another direction.

In those days, 96rock played a new album at midnight, which people were known to tape. On the night of the Lynyrd Skynyrd plane crash, the album was Hejira. This was followed by Mingus, another curve ball. Finally, Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter appeared, and did not make a good impression.

The eighties, nineties, and aughts appeared. PG, and Joni, lived their lives. 1996 saw a frightening interview in Details magazine. It was startling to see that for all her granola glory, Joni Mitchell might not be a very nice person. In a pot and kettle moment, David Crosby said “Joni’s about as humble as Mussolini.” Music is a tough way to make easy money.

More recently, there was a long interview on Canadian television. She is not mellowing with age. The cigarettes have not killed her, even if her voice is not what it once was. The recent albums that PG heard are strong. There seem to be more on the way. Maybe the facebook friend will have have the “what is she going to do next” experience after all. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.













The Unedited Quote

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on January 15, 2015









Comments are disabled for this video. ~ This quote is (badly) edited. It is from the article linked above. The GQ advertisers would appreciate your clicking on it. The article is titled Why You’re Not Married (to the Woman You Really Want) Here is the unedited quote. 1. You’re a dick. It kind of goes without saying, women want to be with a guy who is nice to them. (Though the first and probably biggest sign you’re a dick is that you don’t believe this.) But when you are sarcastic, argumentative, or contemptuous of a woman’s lady-ways—the messy friends, the astrology-talk, the big, big emotions—you’re not being nice. Even if you open her car door on dates. Being a dick is when you’re so self-centered, you think your ideas are pretty much the only worthy ones and you secretly believe other people are inferior to you. Not that you know you think this. Like your female counterpart, the Bitch, you’d rather believe other people just can’t handle how awesome you are. And you’re right. All that awesomeness sucks, actually. In any case, if you want to be in a relationship with someone who thinks and acts just like you, why not start fucking your dude friends? ~ @KimKierkegaard It take moral courage to grieve; it takes religious courage to be joyful, cause laughing causes wrinkles. ~ Slut Reader – Just grabs whatever looks like fun at the library, yard sale, or trash pile. Doesn’t worry about the approval of others in his pursuit of a good time. ~ NOTICE: If you’re not a bigot, you are welcome. If you aren’t sure if you’re a bigot, I might ask you a few questions to see if we can figure it out together… ~ And all of the white virgin cheerleaders are sucking black jocky dick. The street name is “Touchdown pussy”. Thanks for reminding me Ribeye. Is your daughter fucking a baller? You wouldn’t know anyway. When she gets home, put a finger in her pussy and see if it smells like KFC.~ ‏@pourmecoffee I like to be hypocritical in the mornings and point out hypocrisy in the afternoons, but sometimes I flip it around just to mix things up. ~ @KimKierkegaard Hair by Rob Recine; make up by Lucia Pieroni; inner strife & disharmony by some unknown thing I do not even dare to try to know. ~ If you are an english speaker then you should speak up about eighty word sentences. ~ @LindaInDisguise I’ll give up my thesaurus when you pry it from my frigid, frosty, frozen, cadaverous, lifeless, stiff, defunct extremities. ~ there their they’re now ~ It is a way to pass the time in a traffic jam. ~ The fridge was whining. ~ @RedMeatMonday #foxnewsfacts #MeganKelly is dating @maddow ~ This does not speak well for Jesus. ~ a dress is a social prostruct ~ ‏@chamblee54 @Brimshack @eyeneedtono a meme without a source can be assumed to have a phony quote ~ ” I wanna hear what you think!” you are a brave woman ~ @JesusIsAJerk Any atheist who retweets this is going to hell for eternity. ~ Maintaining order rather than correcting disorder is the ultimate principle of wisdom. To cure disease after it has appeared is like digging a well when one feels thirsty, or forging weapons after the war has already begun. Nei Jing (2nd century BC) ~ @TheFunnyRacist I’m sick of the stereotype that all Muslims like to fuck goats! That’s not the case at all! Some of them prefer camels ~ Luke 23:29 King James Version _ For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the paps which never gave suck ~ King Jimmy had a way with words. He was also a hypocrite i.e. “paps which never gave suck” ~ This quote was attributed to Jesus. He was about to be crucified. This story is relevant to today’s current events. The authority “have found no fault in this man.” That wasn’t good enough for the mob, which demanded that Jesus be crucified. We all know what happened next. This is what happens when justice is a popularity contest. ~ pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. ~ selah ~








Tangle My Hair Full Of Wisps

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on January 14, 2015