Brent is an Agent of Destruction

Last night we grilled on the front porch (kinda trashy, but fun.) I whipped up a batch of green crack sauce* as a hoover doover and it vanished.

I started grilling (chorizo, corn and a mustard coated pork roast) and left WSE and Brent to make the second batch.

Never let amateurs in your kitchen.







* Green Crack Sauce
- 10 medium tomatillos (husk removed). The tomatillo is related to gooseberries
- 1 small onion
- 6 cloves of garlic, skin on
- 2-4 jalepenoes or serranos

- Roast these in a 450 oven for 25 minutes or so. Or grill them till roasty (this way is better.). Peel the garlic and add them to a blender along with:

- 1 avocado. Don't let WSE near the avocado, it will drive you nuts.
- Juice of 1 lime
- cilantro to taste (I use 1/4 bunch)
- salt

Blend until smooth. MAKE SURE THE BOTTOM OF THE BLENDER IS ATTACHED!

Deano Martino

That Damn Libural Media

What with X^10th barrels of light, sweet, crude spewing into the Gulf of Mexico and BP execs at sixes and sevens about how to deal with it; what with a jobless recovery, sans census; what with two unprovoked, unnecessary wars tapping our wealth and treasure, you'd think that the dirty hippie run liberal media would have better things to focus on than whether or not Sarah Palin has been palin' around with silicon.

Problem is it wasn't us dirty hippies doing the obsessing.

WSE

Tell me Sweet Little Lies

WSE loves election years. The political theater offered by those running for elected office provides near daily nuggets of levity: infusing the mundane lassitude of the daily grind with incredulous laughter, stunned disbelief and, all too often, a sincere desire to move to Australia or at least as far away from Sarah Palin as $1.30 and the lack of a passport can get me.

And, while it's all too easy to share in the brilliantly cynical perspective on democracy put forth by those such as Douglas Adams, we must also recall that it is our most noble and pressing of civic duties to elect the lizards leaders we will come to despise.

Certainly, every election cycle is good for its share of laughs, gaffes and scandals, but the election of 2010 is shaping up to be especially pernicious. The historic election of 2008, which elevated a black man to the highest office of the land, seems to have thrown an unrepresented majority of the nation into fits of paranoia, jingoism and tea-bagging lunacy.

(Note to the Tea Partier's: if you're going to adopt a name for your astro-turfed movement of white, old, racist, angry, rich people do some fucking research first, after all, Al Gore didn't bust his ass to give you the internet if you're just going to ignore it).

Be the quick, brown fox and jump over the lazy dog.

WSE's Post ☂ ☂

The volatile political climate present in the current cycle, fueled 24/7 by a Fourth Estate that has become more interested in entertainment than facts and a rabid Blog-O-Sphere hell bent on mega-biting dissenters to death, should place the average unconcerned American voter on notice. More than ever, in these days of hypocrisy and hyperbole, of hate and hype, of gab and glory, we, the unwashed masses, must be ware of the insipid invasion of revisionist mendacity into our political lexicon. As Orwell himself warned us:

And if all others accepted the lie which the [Candidate] imposed... then the lie passed into history and became truth. 'Who controls the past' ran the [Candidate] slogan, 'controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.' George Orwell, 1984.

Saying that politicians lie is much like a Texan pointing out that Thomas Jefferson was of less import than Cotton Mather in establishing the principles of our nation. Any competent adult over the age of 26 knows that politicians lie. The problem is the politicians haven't yet to realize how easy it is for us to catch them these days.

Case in point: Arizona Governor, Jan Brewer (R - Crazysauce), recently bemoaned the pornographic nature of our political discourse in light of what her father fought and died for against the Germans in WWII.

The Nazi comments . . . they are awful, she said, her voice dropping. Knowing that my father died fighting the Nazi regime in Germany, that I lost him when I was 11 because of that . . . and then to have them call me Hitler's daughter. It hurts. It's ugliness beyond anything I've ever experienced. The Arizona Republic 6.3.10.

Problem is Jan's dad didn't fighting the Germans. He died in California battling lung disease.

The ever intrepid Ms. Brewer immediately responded by claiming that:

...her statement should not be taken to mean that she was claiming her father was a soldier in Germany during the Nazi regime. Daily Kos 6.3.10.

Let me see if I have this straight. Stating, on record, that her father died fighting the Nazi regime in Germany during WWII should in no way be construed to imply that her father died fighting the Nazi regime in Germany during WWII.

War is peace. Tyranny is freedom. All that is not mandatory is compulsory.

The Newspeak of our times informs our perspective and like the daily doses of self-confessionalism, scripted "reality" and banal humor we are spoon fed by an over-induldged, over-centralized, corporate entertainment establishment, adds to our antipathy, our cynicism and our collective agnosticism toward our civic union and humanity.

Sure, this revisionist mendacity may have started on the side of the aisle that favors such radical ideas as social justice, equal opportunity, and {GASP!!!} marriage equality, but it down-right endemic on the side that kneels before their bed each night and prays to the one true god that this country return to 1954. It's getting so bad that in a move that demonstrates his maverick spirit, Arizona Senator and perpetual Presidential Candidate, John McCain (R - Grumpy Old Men), now claims never to have been a maverick.

We have come to expect so little from our leaders and maybe that's an outcome of our cultural obsession with the banal. At the very least, though, we should expect honest. We should demand it. My dad used to say that growing up he was so poor he couldn't afford to pay attention. These days lack of attention only places us in greater poverty.

WSE

A Rant by Any Other Name

A very good friend^☂of WSE sent the following in response to an opinion piece submitted as a adjunct to an ongoing discussion.

...More of a reward and initiative vs rewarding inactivity and indifference. The latter collapses on itself eventually, just like it is now in much of Europe.

Which was probably a mistake as WSE is short of sleep and way hungover...

WSE does not know a single Liberal or Progressive breathing who does not admire and espouse the benefits of hard work and initiative.

Inactivity and indifference are relative terms, depending on what you are indifferent and inactive toward. WSE would posit that the Libertarian ideals espoused by the attached author demonstrate misplaced priorities of Hobbesian proportions. WSE would further state that if you (collectively) wish to witness indifference and inactivity, simply look in the mirror.

M'•er•i•can |Mm'airikin| (N) def.: Anyone of Straight, White, Male, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant (hereafter SWASP) descent (other oriented/racial/gender/ethnic/religious groups considered and accepted only after decades of repression and discrimination and proper supplication. SWASPs reserves the right to kick your ass to the curb, without notice or debate, at any time), who believes that catastrophic oil spills are mere "accidents", engages in (despite his/her/its "holier than thou" convictions) moral opportunism and further believes that justice, equity and liberty are mere commodities to be bought and sold on the open market free from the restraint of the ever repressive boot heel of the suffering masses and longs for, while striving toward, the halcyon days of SWASP hegemony.

We M'ericans are history's most self-indulgent culture (is there a cash prize that?!?). We M'ericans consume more of the world's resources than the Vogons. We are Cleveland Arning, devouring the planet country by country, exporting our trite, consumptive, paparazzi-addled culture to the world, while pissing on their leg and telling them it's raining.

Our indifference and inactivity, as the wealthiest nation on this planet, is nauseating. In the face of suffering, in the face epidemic, in the face of global catastrophe, a saintly few M'ericans may, reach for their wallet, but they will not reach out. We turn our heads and turn the page, justifying our indifference and inaction with pious platitudes.

WSE is moving to Australia. Beaches, babes and no beer too warm to drink.

WSE

^☂ Tip O' the Hat to C. D. for needed education, great conversation and bourbon.

^☂☂ O' the Hat to Magz for the photo.

^☂☂☂ Definitely been spending too much time at Whiskey Fire. A good dose of Cole is in order.

Hipster Backlash

Like we coulda got our ass into skinny jeans anyway. And, please, we'd just as soon throw what's left of our nads over a fixie (REAL fixies, not those lame ass free/fixed toys with actual brakes all those trust fund poseurs ride) as we would agree to have a drink with this guy. Even if, in the highly unlikely event, he's buying.

There's this whole backlash against hipster culture out there. It's Anti-Hipsterism.

It's getting to the point where just riding a fixie is grounds to demand I.D. Did we just land in Arizona? Do WSE and his fixie look illegal? What about PeaceDonna and her dog? Deano Martino produce that birth certificate.

Seriously, we are thinking of joining Glenn Beck in the attic. The only problem is we don't know who we can trust anymore to tell us when it's safe to come out.

Seems to us like we all got a lot more things to worry about than herds of trust fund tweeners (that's somewhere between a free skate through college, no loan debt and and a filial subsidized apartment in a major metropolis and realizing that Daddy's money runs out at twenty-six) with bad taste in clothing, even worse taste in music and completely unexceptional riding skills.

But, well, hell. Gotta fight the culture wars somewhere, and if the latest front is hipsterism, then hand us our pitchforks.

We'll have fun storming the castle.

WSE