Bill Maher and Glenn Beck are the same person… well almost.

They are both quasi-libertarians who use their cable TV show to spew inflammatory rhetoric.

They both did WAAAAAY too much cocaine, and they both currently advocate the legalization of marijuana.

They both have white hair.

The only difference is that one wears creepy underwear and the other is a Mormon.

What is missing in the picture?

If you guessed "The Second Amendment" then you would be correct. When it is obvious that the government has ceased to be of the people, it is time to take up arms. I feel much pain for these protesters, who's yearning for the truth and democracy has left them bloodied without recourse at the hands of motorbiked fascists. This swell of revolution should serve as a reminder that freedom has a cost, it demands sacrifice, and there are many in power who would strip it away only to burn it in their furnaces of oppression and total dominance.

I beg and plead, do not let us become the lone lacerated lumps dripping our blood in the gutter; let the adversaries of liberty wager the same price we do.

JJ, You Knew This Was Coming

A Painfully Postmodern "Office"

The second episode of "The Office" this week laid it on us, thick. To start us off, Michael Scott's spinoff Simulacrum office is wedged in the groaning bowels of the Scranton Office Park; never letting us forget that the Original is just a paper airplane's glide away. But then, it goes all out.

Watch it here.



Anyway, It starts with Ryan watching the famous Montgomery Flea Market viral video, and then launches us full speed into an argument between Pam, Ryan, and Michael about copies. The distinction between copies and originals is made, but none are aware that they all only make copies and there are no originals at all. This is pastiches through a parallel storyline in which Jim is trying to put together a "rundown," but he has no original to base it off of.

This was a pretty good episode, and would be a great tool for an entry level Theory class, but it did seem thick, sticky, and a wee bit contrived. Regardless, I would suggest it.

Incomplete Aquifer Triptych

My heart is awash, battered
Crushed in a sea of diamonds
Breakers wholop upon my head
Dripping with warm fate, hope.
Lost minds, times, youth
Trembling fingers tie
A broken knot so warped;
Twisted around the oak.
Time and time again, the sun
Scraping across the morning sun
Ignorant to what is lost in it’s wake.

If I open my mouth, releasing the clawed
Scabs within. Who will care, who will see?
Nights dashed, dewdrops on cuffs.
The clouds settle.
The ordered rows, drawn by sages
Crossing ridge and flow
Empty the chasm of its will
Drawn open with a dull blade
I open up, allow myself to spread,
Puddle, curdle, crust, char
But I maintain, unlike the_

Hiatus

The blog will be on the chiller until next week as I make the pilgrimage to the Mecca of Phish, Hampton. If you can't stand to be without, you can follow me on twitter @haydukeqc! See ya next week!

Glen Beck: Time to Shit or Get off the Pot on Pot

Legalize it? Really Glen, rock on you crazy Mormon sonofabitch!


Really, this is what we need to hear more from, from the right. Keep it up!