Ya know, I'm always hearing talk about goin green, the Green Revolution, bein eco-correct, and all that shit, but I wonder just how many of you working stiffs have sat down and figured out just how much saving the environment is going to cost you -- and saving the environment is going to cost you plenty. Think about this the next time you yell about buying food that is grown closer to home: That mass-produced consumables, including food stuffs, which are usually grown (and speaking here strictly of food) on marginal acreage, where the cost of production is minimal, and where heavy are used insecticides and pesticides, cost less to produce and market then do those food items grown closer to home. Think about that the next time you price and compare Yuppie food items to good old regular food items. Yup. And the eco-correct tomatoes and apples, and carrots and stuff will cost you nearly twice what you'll pay for ordinary table fare.

And think about this: Eco-correct windows and casings are costly as hell to purchase, and then they cost even more to have them properly installed -- and then there are the maintenance costs for those windows.

There are no free lunches, Folks. And the cost of saving the environment, the planet, the water, the air, or whatever, will cost the headiest for those least able to afford it. Think about it. Just think about it.

And for all you standardized Bible-thumpers (meaning you hicks and other ignorant motherfuckers out there), you ain't got no cause to worry about the unhealthy conditions waiting to plague your little Johnnies and Jills, cause God gave you dominion over this here planet, this here whole fucking planet. Yeah, and Heaven knows God ain't gonna be givin none of his buddies a raw fucking deal, right? Right! Sides, you Bible-thumpers and ignorant hick-ass motherfuckers will all be dead and worm food before the planet really starts to go stale on the living. Right? Right? Anyway, have a nice day.

So I gotta tell you, I'm really beside myself on this idea of 'Voting For A Black Man' as a good idea. Cause, and I gotta tel you this, I don't see shit that's good about it. Call it the Nelson Mandela effect, or something like that. And if I ain't making myself clear, then this: What's all you white folk, well meaning though you be, gonna do after Barrack Obama becomes president, and then them lovely Black folk start getting all up in your face, heckling you, and all that? Say?

See, I know the great many of you is goin Black causin you're just all pissed off at Bush, the Republicans, the Rich, and the whole fucking idear of Meritocracy, to which I say, tough fucking shit! Ya hear?

You're all pissed off, and now you want to bring the whole fricking country down to your lackluster level. Boy, don't that make a heap of sense. And, listen, I was listen to some queers, least I think they was queer, that from the way they was a squeezin and tuggin at one another, but these days, you can't never be too terribly sure, and maybe they were just modern guys doin what modern guys now days do, but anyways, they were talking about if, 'All us minorities stick together, meaning the blacks with the browns, the women with the faggots (and them boys can legally use that word, ya hear), then we can take all them rich white guys and show them a thing or two,' meaning God only knows what. But that is what they said.

And I know all you liberals, meaning those of you who ain't all that smart, but likes to think you are, think nigh is the time to put a Negro into the White House. Well, I say fuck that, but who's listening to me. Still, I got just as much right to my foolishness as you got to yers, that being the silliness this country was founded on. Or how did Thomas Jefferson put it? Oh, yeah: He called Democracy the 'Tyranny of the Many.' Anyway, you go ahead an vote that Obama feller into office, and when the Blacks realize that they won't be getting shit out of the deal, and then they starts to riotin, the way they're want to do when they don't get their way, you don't forget who it was told you what to expect. Hear?

Yep. And now I wants all you Yahoos out there to have yourselfs one right fine Fourth of July. And while you're out celebrating by blowing up this and a that, you think about this country being blown up the say fricking way. And you think about this: You think about selling down the shitter all the things your daddies and your granddaddies fought and died for. You think about that. Think about it good and hard. I'll be seein ya. Bye. Fer now.

I mean, really, America! What is this shit? A coon and a cunt?! Democrats, what is wrong with you. Damn. Not even Jesus can bless options like that. I mean, help me out here: Is Obama White America's way of saying we need to be saved by Black Saviour, cause a White Saviour just can't get it right? Am I the only one who has read The Audacity of Hope and Dreams From My Father? You think he is all right cause he had a white mother? was raised by Hawaiians? Get fucking real, White America. He ain't gonna empower you. Jesus! He's as black as asphalt! Maybe blacker. Read the chapter entitled Race in The Audacity of Hope. Multi-culturalism, my ass. He was crying his ass off over all those drowned ratass Blacks down in New Orleans. Man, his histrlonics nearly broke my heart! Crazy, you and your feel good politics. Listen, just because it feels good, that doesn't mean it is the right, the smart thing to do. Course, Obama gets elected, maybe it will galvanize the White Race. I, for one, am tired of all you cry babies, all you White apologists who find fault with everything the White Race has accomplished.

And this also pisses me off: My only sane out is John McCain. Jesus fucking Christ! That man's temper alone is sufficient reason for precluding him from any kind of elected office at all. And if he wasn't from Arizona, where things are naturally hot, he'd never have gotten his ass sent to Congress.

Okay, so Obama is smart: He graduated from Columbia with a degree in Political Science, from Harvard with a degree in Law (and, yes, he was the first Black to edit the prestigious Law Review), and, finally, he taught Constitutional Law. But that doesn't mean that he and his slogans are right for America at this time. Think about that. Because we don't need four long years of racial unrest -- an d it is not Black unrest I am concerned with. I'm concerned with all this White angst getting somebody in trouble.

As for Hilary? Pllleeze! What a bitch! Read Woman In Charge.(On Obama, read from Promise to Power) I won't even tell you the problems I have with her. And, thank the non-God, you guys have had enough sense to send her back to Georgetown and her 4 million dollar home (She spent an additional $900 thousand on renovations.)

And -- When in the Hell is somebody out there going to learn the distinctions between working class and middle class?

Whit's Whittlings, go to work on this one. Gotta fly. New York is grand. Lovin the city, city things. Married life is great, though hardly what I would call a party. (Somebody should have told me this! Marry a girl on Monday, come Tuesday she thinks she owns you! Jesus!) Lotta snow here, so just been hanging by the house. Yup. Enough Arabs here, really black, Black Africans, Japs, Jews, and enough homeless people to make one really fucking good bonfire, and I know you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, enough steam has been released. Now I'm hungry. Gonna go out for some noodles. Bye!

December, Xmas near. A moment to reflect; a piece of hope that the next year doesn't end in the shitter -- like this one has. Hope, too, that we don't end up with a Nigger president. Nope, cause I don't want to see no fucking Black man sitting his ass anywhere in the White House. (Can I say that kind of shit in my blog? Guess I just did. Coure, it ain't gonna play well, cause all these fucking bloggies want to think themselves society's conscience.) Anyway, I hope, too, that we don't end up with a Bitch president. (No cunts in the Oval Office -- unless that cunt is being done!) And I hope too, like, I totally, totally fucking hope, that we don't end up with a Democrat for a president, period -- Because I am so fucking tired of feel good politics, which is about the only brand of politics the Democrats seem able (or even eager) to field. (I mean, what have the fucking Dems done since they got Congress back? Sure, they passed some lame-ass, little dick bits and pieces of legislation. But what have they done about the big ticket items: Immigration and our borders; terrorism and the fucking wars in Iraq and Afghanistan; inflation and the economy; and, lastly, what have they done to heal that great rift which continues to divide our fucking country!)Yep, and all that being said, give me a good old hard-nosed Republican any day. At least I know where those guys are coming from, what they're about, and all that.

(Hey, shitheads, listen up for a sec! Nobody out there fucking wants to be equal with everybody else. Jesus shit Christ. All of us, without exception here, wishes to be better than everybody else. All of us wishes to be extraordinary! Damn. And there's nothing wrong with that: That's just good old basic human nature showing itself for what it really is!)

Okay, so I have been kind of -- totally! fucking! -- silent since May. I could give all kinds of reasons for my absence, but the truth is that I have simple grown bored of blogs. More fun, I have found, in other things. 'Sides, you guys are too easy to fuck with -- and even easier to offend. And when I think of my viewing audience, I conjure up a bunch of old, fat fucks with either bald pates or greasy hair who do this shit because they can't get fucking dates. And, man, the women who wrote to me are, like, totally diseased. Totally. Yeah. And, like I was hoping to meet some real babe-age (totally cute, ready to put out, all about the pout, and no doubt, totally hot-- and all) out there in BlogLand. But no way, anyway.

(And I'm not reading anybody's fucking blog. God, what a stupid waste of time. I'll read your blog if you'll read mine! Jesus fucking shit! How freaking insecure can you guys get?! I mean, do you fuckers leave your blogs and your chatrooms long enough to shave and shower and shit? -- Or do you just give it all up for the sake of YOUR ART!!! Hey, look at me -- I can copy pictures off the web and then paste them up to my blog. Aren't you impressed? And, hey, check this out, dude, I can copy some fucking contemporary story lines off some other site, then I can ask you to tell me your opinions! Ain't I smart for doing that? [And as if any of those fucking opinions really fucking matter -- Hell, most of them don't smack of anything even remotely resembling a real, honest to God fucking thought! Hey, look at me, I'll say something really oblique, like I'm some schizo or something, and you all will have to be impressed, cause you won't know if my head's really empty or not!] Giving you shitheads computers and blogs is akin to giving a mouse a fricking credit card, for the mouse knows not what to do with credit, and you know not what to do with yourselves, and so you waste your precious potential on . . . one another.)

So. I watch the news. Been dealing in Nancy Grace, Lou Dobbs, and Glenn Beck. Christ. Talk about playing to their ratings. All that anger. All those ex-alcoholics and rag-fags. Blah! And this season, even Eric Cartman can't find a way to please. Poor fat little shit. (And just to go on the record, here: I don't want a fucking fag for a president, either. Hell, they're even worse than -- well, worse than a bunch of fucking Christians, anyway.)

I love it that you shitters are stupid enough to piss your lives away believing in all that God-nonsense. Santa Claus for adults. Fun. Fun. Fun.

Anyway, hope you get too high over the holidays and either plow into someone's car, or have someone else's car plow into you. Either way, as long as it's fatal. I hope a few of you get so fucking with the cheer that you puke up all over your daughter, or your son. I hope you get so fucking toe up that you tell your mate what the fucking you really think of him, or her. I hope you get so fucking wasted that you pick that gun up and decide that, 'Hey, it's Christmas, why not knock over the little corner store. And since that store is owned by a fucking Korean motherfucker, who don't believe in God, Christmas, Christianity, Democracy, or the American way, why not just waste his fucking Asian ass, cause after all, it's Christmas, Motherfucker, and I'm gonna play Santa Claus, and the present I'm bringing you, Motherfucker, is a clip full of 9mm death.' Yeah. And since it's Christmas, why don't you mate-rape your wife. Or give your cute thirteen year old that special present you're always thinking about giving her. And, hey, Christmas time is a great time for killing that nosy old bitch next door who is always spying on you from behind her drawn curtains, goddamnit. 'Fucking bitch! You, me, and a loaded twelve-gauge, you fucking wrinkle-bag!' Of course, for those of you seeking something in a lighter vein, there is always shoplifting, not one of my favorites. But there is also, vandalism (when was the last time you did a really good job fucking up a church. You ever taken a shit on the alter? Jacked off in the first pew? Hey, churches are fun places, if you know how to put them to use. Course, you can just burn the mother fucker down and then blame it on the ragheads!) Naturally, and this is one of my favorites, especially since all our Xmases should be white -- you can be Magical Whiteman and get in some nigger's way, thus guaranfuckingteeing that his life will go nowhere. Yep, cause racism is the reason niggers can't do math, or spell, understand chemistry, or whatever else, because any time anything be wrong in a nigger's life, it's gotta be cause white folk be fucking wid him. (When are you going to wake up, White America? How long are you going to listen to all these fucking liberals, who are more about listening to their emotions than their Reason?) Anyway, you wanta make a nigger happy for Christmas, you give him a pipe-rock. Let him savor his addiction to the White Crack he gots to regularly smoke, like, to keep his party going, y'all. (And, man, what's with these fucking Wiggers?! Do they think anybody -- White or Black! -- takes their shit serious? Jesus fucking Christ!) Anyway, there's plenty to do for Christmas, that's all I was trying to say. There's plenty to do for Christmas. And if you can't find anything else to do, you can pick that big old gun up, put it right under your chin, and blow your frigging brains out so you can go off to meet your God. Right. Well, merry fucking christmas. And I hope that more than just a few of you die! HO! HO! HO!

It's yet a new year. Yep. And according to my last post, it has been a long time since last we talked -- and still I hear from you. Strange, your proclivity for sending my E's, while deliberately avoiding leaving any footprints of your visit to my account. Doesn't say much for either the one, or the both of us.

Yes. I have moved. Figure that out, did you? I now live on the wonderful island of Manhattan. Yeah, I like it here. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe. No, really, I do.

And I am married -- and that's just one of the reasons I discontinued my blog. Actually, I discontinued it because I just couldn't find a new direction in which to take it, a direction which I would be satisfied with -- and which would satisfy the censors here at the Stream. No, I am not thought too risque -- we can all say fuck, shit, God damn, any kind of scatology like that is okay. Tis true. And what concerns the folks at the Stream is my discussions of . . . ah, young girls. Cuties, and the like. Am I (Was I!) being serious, or what. I mean, talking frankly about underage sex. I mean, really. So. (Oh, you really didn't expect me to come clean on that one, did you? I mean, hey, like this is the era of Conservative Christians, values voters, and Homeland Security. Gotta watch your step out there, and all that. Right? Right.)

So Jerry Falwell is dead. Tough shit. Didn't like him. Couldn't stand him. He was an asshole in every sense of the word. Fuck him, America!

Okay, so with that said, a lot has happened in the world since last we spoke, very little of it good. At this writing, the wonderful Miss Hilton is about to do 35 days in jail. I don't think she should. Why? Precisely because she is rich. And precisely because she is so out of touch that she doesn't really understand the difference between right and wrong -- And, America, if you were so fucking troubled by her behaviors past, you wouldn't have made Paris Hilton watching a prime time activity. So may you, instead of she, should be doing the time.

Okay, so I haven't read any of your fucking blogs -- they're too bland, and banal to interest me. Well, I do enjoy a few of them: John has a good sense of humor about him. And I do enjoy the hot gay chick and her candid monologue on hot girl sex. But seriously, much of what that girl said touched my heart more than it did my jeans.

And I'm still getting plenty of talk from you little hotties out there. Thanks for not forsaking me -- or something like that. However, my wife is not as pleased with your continued interest as am I.

An opinion: The Democrats ain't got a shit's chance of winning the White House. Face it, Liberals: America ain't gonna seat either a white woman or a Black Man (and a lot of us, regardless of our fucking rhetoric, ain't gonna vote for Obama simply because he is Black. I for one, sure won't.) in the White House. Oh, Beautiful For Spacious Skies, and all that shit.

Yep. Our boys are still fighting and dying in Iraq. Kerry was right, you know. If you're poorly educated or poor of funds, you're gonna do the join the military thing. And whose fault is that? I mean, it has always been the world's poor, the world's minorities which go off a die in all these wars. So who cares? Fuck em if they can't get a decent paying job!!!!

Okay, enough of a rant. I'm back. At least for today. Have fun. Have great sex. And don't forget -- God is dead.

And even if he isn't, you're still all the fuck alone down here, so deal with it!

Life ain't fair, then you die! Deal with it.

You're ugly, you're fat, you have pimples and poor social skills, tough shit. Deal with it or die! And for some of you losers, those of you, for instance, who hide behind computer screens, suicide might be your best bet!

Finally, I am starting to like George Bush. I really am. Compared to the Democrats and their "We just don't know what else to do but talk about what we should do," approach to government, Bush is a whole man. Hey, at least he has the courage to do what his fucking conscience dictates -- and this even if his conscience dictates that he be a dictator.

See ya!