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Yet again, the chaotic windstorm that is my life has taken over, and I have neglected my blog as a result. I am contemplating bringing in an additional writer who can help keep my blog from devolving to tumbleweeds once more. A real post will follow.

The best kept secret…?

Ask anyone to name the three most commonly heard instruments. I can almost guarantee you one of them will be the guitar. However, the guitar has a relative. In some worlds, that relative is well-known and fundamental. In most worlds, it’s the hidden prize so nicely concealed that it gets thrown out with the empty cereal box. I’m talking about the bass. In an attempt to get my mind off of something, I decided to take myself to a place high on my “favorites” list. With a growing addiction, I walked into the Guitar Center and went to the little crevice towards the back that the bass calls home. I picked up a bass (I have a rather unfair preference of Fender Jazz basses) and went to an amp, turning the gain to 10. After finishing with the basses, I went to the guitars. As I began to play one, I started to wonder if there ever was a eight-year-old who pled mercilessly for a bass instead of a guitar. Why do guitars get all the fame? Will the bassist remain the figure in the back, next to the drummer, plucking away with claw-like fingers, lacking prominence forever? Why do the guitarists run the show? Will I get the money to get that bass before the price goes up?

Lack of commitment? I hope not.

As the sole blogger for this page, it is my responsibility to make sure that the readers are not lacking. I do know that I’ve been MIA for over a month. To those who are loyal readers, I am sorry for letting things lapse by so much. But most bloggers are people. And this person has been preoccupied with a myriad of matters. The next post will be sooner than you think.

People in glass houses…

So, governor Eliot Spitzer is trapped in what could be the untimely termination of his tenure as governor, and possibly his freedom. Only referred to as “Client-9” in the wiretap, a confident source has confirmed that it is he. One of the biggest questions floating about is: “Should he resign?” Well, according to Nick Ayers, he should. In case you were wondering, Nick Ayers is a Republican, and has been referred to as “a younger version of Karl Rove.” Would this be the same Karl Rove who played a role in the metastasizing of dirty politics in the 1970s? But, I digress. In this matter, the Republicans seem to call for his resignation. They did it almost instantly. To somewhat paraphrase, they want him to resign primarily because an event like this has shaken the peoples’ faith in the government. The Republicans are not one to talk about the faith of the people in the government. They are not to talk about morality. Mark Foley. George W. Bush. Richard Nixon. Do these names sound familiar? Mark Foley, known for his contempt held towards child abuse and exploitation was discovered to be engaging in sexual misconduct with former male pages, of course waiting for them to come of age. George W. Bush, as for him, I could list his shortcomings, but for time’s sake, I’ll only say that he’s managed to cripple this country’s finances, and impair the Republican Party’s ability to actually get one of their candidates into the White House (though I’m not complaining about the latter). As for Richard Nixon, I should say that the Watergate Scandal is really quite capable of explaining the error in his ways. I’ll conclude by saying this: The Republicans criticizing anyone about immorality and shaking the people is a fantastic lesson in hypocrisy.  They should pay attention to what they’ve done before criticizing anyone else about the skeletons in their closets.

Way down in the hole…

I, along with maybe 50 other people, just finished watching the 93-minute long series finale of The Wire. The show had a slightly staccato run from June 2, 2002 to tonight, March 9, 2008, airing 60 episodes. It may sound like I’m mourning the end of the series. I am. Its run was far too short for the press that it garnered, innately receiving rave reviews from TIME Magazine, Entertainment Weekly, and the Chicago Tribune, amongst others. The show lived on HBO, functioning with shows like The Sopranos, Curb Your Enthusiasm, and Sex and the City. The Wire being so close to famous shows like those makes me wonder how viewers didn’t naturally drift to it. The show painstakingly portrayed life in Baltimore, Maryland, from the perspectives of police, drug dealers, and a third element, with the latter changing from season to season. With Homicide: Life on the Street ending in 1999, The Wire cannot help but remind me of a reincarnation of the former, minus whiny censors and bitching suits. Hopefully, the show will re-air on demand (sorry to those who are not being juiced every month by Time Warner) from season one. With this being said, good night, and good luck.

Why I actually do not and will not back anyone in 2008.

Much to the possible shock of many, I’m not really interested in any of the presidential candidates this year. I mean, I’m definitely not trying to downplay the austerity of this election. In November, one of two things can happen: history can be made by electing a woman or minority to the highest political position this country has to offer, or McCain can be elected, guaranteeing anger across the masses. Still, my point is that the only person who I would wholeheartedly endorse without a second thought isn’t running. Then again, I guess one can develop an aversion to (as well as a deep distrust in) a political system where the Supreme Court, and not the people, choose the president. Let’s face it, Al Gore is one of the most qualified candidates imaginable, and Bush had to ruin it for us by stealing an election. Gore is experienced, aware, competent, and he has those fancy book learnings that the Bush Republicans seem to be so scared of. To me, it’s a massive shame that we didn’t get eight years of Gore (the good kind, not what’s going on in Iraq). Yet, we can somewhat begin to repair the mistake that the damn Supreme Court made. We can elect someone who knows what they’re doing. We can elect someone who doesn’t seem to love pointless wars so much. (Oh, this feels so clichéd.) We can elect a Democrat.

Video of the (insert measurement of time here).

This is what happens when Muse (one of my favorite bands) doesn’t get to sing like they want to. Lip-syncing is bad when you try to hide it, hilarious when you don’t. Watch.

But, y’know, it’s just my opinion…

After a particularly interesting conversation by comment on a friend’s blog, I think I should explain the concept of opinion. Opinion is not fact. An opinion is a view or judgement formed on something. You can disagree with a person’s opinion, but calling it wrong is not possible, logically speaking. Furthermore, it is sophomoric at best to speak as if your opinion is in a different echelon than that of anyone else. That’s it for now.

Branching out.

In an attempt to talk about more on this blog than fascism, politics, and why the 43rd president of the United States should be fitted for an orange jumpsuit (good idea, Glenn O’Brien), I’m posting a music video I happened upon. It’s a “fuck you*” song I happened upon while bored on the internet. *”fuck you” song: Any song where the basic message sent is “fuck you.” Sending a “fuck you” song to someone is the equivalent of telling them “fuck you,” unless you warn them beforehand.

There are (possibly) no stupid people. Just stupid comments.

I do enjoy it when people read my blog posts, and I am, by all means, a fan of the first Amendment. I also enjoy it when people leave relevant comments on my posts. However, there have been more than a few comments that are- I’ll just say it. They are really dumb. They are really, really, dumb. Now, since I authorize all comments posted, with the exception of spam, I am asking you, the reader, to think for a moment before you post comments. I am fine with commentary that holds a liberal bias, commentary with a conservative bias, and even unbiased commentary. But seriously, act with a modicum of maturity when leaving comments.