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Time for the trashiest thing I’ve ever seen– Back in March of ‘06, I went to Biloxi, Mississippi to do some post Hurricane Katrina volunteer work… dealing with FEMA and all sorts of fun…

At the time there was very little hotel availability near Biloxi, construction crews and displaced families had it pretty well booked solid… So I decided to stay in Mobile, Alabama–about an hour to the east, and commute to Biloxi each day.

Now, some of the things I saw surrounding the Hurricane and Recovery make for a pretty good set of stories, but that is for another time.

I decide one night to take advantage of my micro-fridge and get something other than take out/fast food… So, I find the local Super Wal Mart. Continue reading ‘Something a lil less heavy.’ »

Update: a recent article in Slate covers the CRA in more detail

The old KoolAidMan recently exchanged emails with a republican friend of mine who suggested that the economic collapse is the fault of the  Community Reinvestment Act-- so briefly check that out— and then go below for what has really gone so horribly wrong… Complete with a Lindsay Lohan reference! Continue reading ‘The Real Problem with the Economy, and Why We Need a Little Government Regulation’ »

Ok, If you’re like the koolaidman, you’re already sick of this election. I’m sick of John McCain reptilian face and turkey neck. I’m sick of email forwards and crazed rednecks who think Obama is going to suicide bomb his own inauguration…

I’m sick of Sarah Palin’s “Fargo” accent that makes her sound even less intelligent than not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is… or intimating that being able to see Russia from Alaska givers her x-ray vision inside of Vlad Putin’s innermost thoughts.

Continue reading ‘Time for the Obligatory Palin Conspiracy Theory!’ »

Your move first.

Oh, dogs.  Yeah, I like dags…

…but not when they shit everywhere.

Normally, the beginning of the day goes by without incident.  I collect a paycheck, but have no work to speak of, so my days are filled with boredom and cigarettes.  On any given morning I wake up, piss, and go outside for a smoke.  This morning was a bit different.

Continue reading ‘d’ya like dags?’ »

Scene:

A crowd of twenty-somethings in a basement, thoroughly intoxicated. In the middle of the room is a table, upon which there are several paper plates. Each plate holds a large amorphous Jell-O blob, so rich in alcohol it barely maintains cohesion.

Larger than necessary speakers blare 90’s rock music while the crowd looks on as two men talk. Man One is wearing ass-less chaps, a hooded sweatshirt, and very little else.

In a flash, Man Two is on his knees eating vodka-soaked Jell-O from a large plastic kitchen spoon. The crowd roars with laughter. The spoon? It’s clenched firmly between the ass cheeks of The Man in Chaps.

At the time, this makes perfect sense.

Continue reading ‘Social Lubrication’ »