The Whole Point Was Getting Rid of Glut for Which I Starved Myself and Lived with the Heat Down and Only Shaved Oh Every Five Days and Used a Blunt Razor for Months So That My Cheek Was Not Only Red but the Hair Was Bent Not Cut

Yes, this was theme song for some month in the past year, but a line from George Carlen's bit posted yesterday (sneakers w/lights) put this song in my head and it's not going away, which is a good thing because it's a great song.

Blaming Obama for my complicity in a system Obama devoutly believes in (and I do OK too) is easy, fun, cynical. If it's true Obama is just a tool following orders or has some autonomy and chooses policies to the right of my stupid expectations or he's a cynical politician reading the poll numbers or he actually believes his bullshit about compromise and reconciliation, all and more could be true and we're all equally fucked and we're all equally responsible.

We like being herded. It's entirely possible we're not coded to be herded and are easily and happily broken to be herded and we are totally coded to like being herded and our shepherds give us constant reinforcements and rewards.

There are few more attractive rewards than getting to play subject object subject object subject object object subject. We can subject object subject object subject object object subject until we're all complicit pedantic fucks competing in whose subject object subject object subject object object subject is awesomest. Maybe  we're not complicitous and pedantic by nature but are trained to be and we are naturally complicitous and pedantic fucks demanding our just recompense for our complicity and pedantic fuckery.

I pretend I don't like that game that much anymore until I'm twitched by jones and it clicks that motherfucking soulsucker one ratchet notch more, that death march to Fuckit I sign up for fully aware I'll never get there, both by intent and design.

• Sat on a short wall at the above corner for an hour or so with Jim of Wisdom of the West this past Saturday. He brought his kid to the Stewart/Colbert rally as a 21st birthday present. Freaky how much he'd look like me if I hadn't lost the face mullet. Good time. Thanks. 
• Got me bleggalgazing, as this post's main part proves.
• UPDATE! The hoped-for defeat.
• UPDATE! On the above.
• Citizenship. 
• UPDATE!You are not obliged to vote Democrat.
• Nurembore Rally. 
• UPDATE! Concilience.
• Moderation in all things, especially moderation. 
• UPDATE! Nausea and rationalization.
• Laid off? But Obama's working on a narrative.
• UPDATE! The current Democratic suckitude.
• The cruel irony of political libertarianism.
• Maryland, still blue.
• How many Dems will vote for Ehrlich?
• Ambulance fees!
• Frederick's most-wanted!
• Aurorarama? OK, I'll try - ordered Saturday.
• Joy Division. (h/t - lots of good lit/music links)
• Darkblack's Sunday Overnight.
• Converging in the noise.
• Helicopter.
• The Shins cover Magnetic Fields.
• UPDATE! Somehow to keep it going.
• Keep Shelly in Athens. 
• UPDATE! Paul Westerberg is Mr. F.
• Excellent news!
• Fascination Street is in my head. Be in yours. 

GLUT

Gerald Stern

The whole point was getting rid of glut

for which I starved myself and lived with the heat down

and only shaved oh every five days and used

a blunt razor for months so that my cheek

was not only red but the hair was bent not cut

for which I then would be ready for the bicycle

and the broken wrist, for which-oh God-I would be

ready to climb the steps and fight the boxes

with only nothing, a pair of shoes, and once

inside to open the window and let the snow in

and when the fire was over climb down the icy

fire escape and drop the last twenty

feet with notebooks against my chest, bruises

down one side of my body, fresh blood down the other.