OUT?

WSE is going "out?" What exactly does "out" mean? Does anyone have any ideas? My money is on him going to a strip club.

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

Every Turn is a Choice*

There are so many directions we can go in this great journey we call life, but I'd imagine a turn onto this street would simply result in all of us getting hopelessly lost. I feel fairly certain that we would only wind-up at the end of this dead end one way street hung-over and pantsless, wondering if anywhere in this verdant wasteland of gin-joints and bikini bars, there is a bus going anywhere.

Sometimes the wisest choice is to stay on the straight and narrow. To walk the line. To exercise good judgment and restraint. To behave responsibly and remember that one must go to work in the morning. Sometimes it's best to play it safe and sane...

But where is the adventure in that?

WSE

*Tip O' the Hat to our intrepid field reporter B. A. Harmon for sending along the snapshot.

Oh shut up!

Seriously?

happy birthday shelly!

Juz Sayin

Deano Martino and PeaceDonna - Robert is lending two hands and as many feet as a lad can spare - are out on this glorious spring day planting the urban garden.

Just wanted to take this moment of repose to say that WSE has never been happier or felt more at home than he has with these wonderful, amazing people. With these cherished folk about there is true meaning to the words

Look Forward.

Look Forward, indeed.

WSE