Buckle Up Every Time.

I am sure most of you have been following this, but for those not: the NYPD must think this is all a video game.

It's fifty degrees in November; keep in the shade, friends. Even with the other faction of our old wiley, hooligan friends out in New Hampshite (no doubt reckless with boredom, from perusal of accounts, not including copypasta), it's been sharp sharp (Luke shart) between apartment drinking, poker, Justine's cooking, the old regulars, and Erich the Lawyer-Neighbor.

...Erich, even if he did bring a law-dog into our apartment, short of our time-being knowledge. Next time warn us, and we'll make sure to pat the five-oh down before he enters the premise; super serial.

Meanwhile, I'm on call this weekend, and I am pickled as a piss-pot in a pig-pen.

I've nothing to post for you. Have a nice remainder of the midweek.

-RevB?

Encoded.

As often Friday nights go (though this last being a Thursday...thank The Man for paid vacation), Luke and I will sit well into the AM to take in our Fox News Two Minutes Hate.

Bill O'Reilly was interviewing our Great Leader Unto the Next Leap Year and made an inquiry surrounding Iraq.

Luke: "the memory hole, Bill...the memory hole."

Last Sunday Nik, Liz and I were en route to Sportsman's Warehouse (National Ammo Day) and passed a transient on Kellogg and Concordia holding a cardboard sign that read "HELP! I need fuel for my learjet".

Anyways, I don't like talking about this week. I hope you all gorged yourselves yesterday, and that you're not shopping today.

too much time off,
-Brenn

Take 2

Earlier this week, buzz came about that the 16-year Ruler of Wisconsin, Tommy Thompson placed a bid for the ought-eight Presidency. While a long-shot, considering the evil doosh satchel John McCain is also considering turning the great American meat-grinder, I will offer my concern.

Despite the fact that Tommy Thompson's little brother, Ed Thompson, is a great man, the sinister elder gives us a great deal to worry about. Consider following his tenure as Bush Cabinet Health and Human Services Secretary:

Shortly after leaving his Bush Cabinet post, Thompson joined the board of directors of Applied Digital Solutions, makers of the controversial VeriChips: glass-encapsulated RFID devices to be injected into human flesh for identification purposes and for use as a payment device. He acquired a considerable share in the company. In public appearances, he suggested injecting the microchips into Americans to link to their electronic medical records. Thompson also suggested implanting the devices in military personnel as a replacement for dog tags.
[from the wiki]

Please do something, Ed.
-Brenn

Some Polish History for Anthony "The Unbeliever" Bonk

Some moment late Tuesday morning I'd had it with work. I am not sure if you'll understand this kind of logic, but the only way to retain my sanity that minute was to take Friday off. Later in the course of the week, Thursday, I had a literary itchin' at 2:30, made a daring escape from my cube-cell, and went to pillage James and Mary Laurie Booksellers, where I was looted of 125 bucks.

But hay--I got another 1st edition Henry Miller out of it. And you didn't. See my superiority?

And damn, we're well into Saturday afternoon, and while I'd like to offer a synopsis of last night, I fail. Here are some photos of us hucksters, Christmas ties and all. MERRY CHRISTMAS, THANKSGIVING IS NEXT WEEK!

You going to eat that bearclaw? [note: Rex, hiding in the shame of his belly and his little tie, deleted the photograph of him makin' like a cop and mowing down a raspberry bearclaw. Also one of me burning his new socks. Go to his website and file your complaints.]

Michael Gaddy offers some words of wisdom for the enlisted men, and a bonus anecdote about The Man advising Gaddy's son that his father is a subversive.

good Lordy it's mornin' tiiime!
-Brenn

Luke: IOREX

Garrison Keillor just opened up a bookstore in my basement. I paid a short visit this evening: picked up some Vonnegut and a copy of Wheelock's Latin Workbook, but the place is awfully sparse. Here's to hoping that it fills out a bit in the near future, so I can bring myself to returning.

The weekend over: Luke's explicit "c**nt rant" gratuitously explaining raw lobster and a Star Tribune editorial at our smokers' meetup on Friday, the Minnesota Rollergirls giving the Ohio Rollergirls a hard whooping, and Rex brutally maiming us all for $215 during poker on Saturday; I claim serene.

Work has been a hectic juggle this week...in a maddened rush this morning, I snapped and took Friday off. God damn it, I am going to keep it, too.

Earlier of Luke, just this yesterday he'd sent me an article describing another Minnesota long-term entrapment sting, this one resulting in 12 arrests in New Richmond, MN. I'd link it, but I can't find the page; I only have it in an email, and I won't fall victim to McCopypasta disease. Perpend; I really, really wish they'd name the undercover sting officers as readily as they name the 'offenders' in the newspaper. I dream of meeting one myself, someday.

How uninventive of me. Apolgies.

docketless three-day weekend,
-Brenn

Precarious.

Luke, Botanical Dan and I sat at Fern's last night clad in our proverbial "I Didn't Voted" stickers: watching the Wild game and the midterm election results with equal glee. (Note: there were no LP-endorsed candidates in my precinct, and as much as I love Pat Anderson, I couldn't drag myself to the polls to vote for a Republican. I prefer not to propagate the system that selects my new Masters.) We observed as douche-versus-douche election tittered back and forth, contrasting it with varying B-class horror films. The few elections with little-evil candidates were still weighted towards the high-funded Authority bipartisan folk; SSDD.

At this point, one has to have a sense of humor about it; Bipartisan politics are a great deal like pro-wrestling, even if the results will put us into "Freedom Camps" one day.

At least we still retained Rep. Dr. Ron Paul in TX14, but in perspective, it's only for comedic value nowadays:
Ron Paul: "Hey--umm, guys? You're putting us in a handbasket to hell."
Remainder of House, in Unison: "STFU!!!111!!!"

maybe in ought-eight,
-Brenn

pee-ess to consider: If you vote 'major party', you're mathematically hurting any potential third-party movement more than if you hadn't voted at all.

THE MOAR YOU KNOW.

after walking through the door,

Laundry Hamper: All right, Brenn, the jig is up. You've been putting it off for your last night.
Lee: Ohh, no, I know I've got plenty of underwear in that there drawer.
LH: Give it up, kid. It was a good run, but you've swindled your last sock.
Lee: NO! I'll never touch fabric softener again! You'll make me run another dry cycle over my dead body!
LH: The mountain-scented days of those jeans are cashed. Drop the thirty-eight and hand over the laundry card, son.

...sentenced to two hours in the laundry clink.

an open letter

Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2006 18:19:40 -0800 (PST)
From: "Lee Brenn"

Subject: immediate acquiescence requested

To: grandwizard@illuminati.org, benedictxvi@vatican.va, president@whitehouse.gov, lordjacob@rothschild.com, kofi.annan@un.org
CC: "lee brenn"

Please cascade accordingly.

Dear Sirs,

Your employ is no longer required; I formally bid that you cease and desist in your operations. The lives of the free individuals of the world have been severely impeded in your pursuit of propaganda, governments, war, taxes, licensing, manipulation, coercion, et al.

Without regard to your intentions--which we will forgive, whatever the nature--please respond in writing ASAP with your confirmation ad rem to this appeal. Failure to comply may result in another Jeremy MacKinney cut-and-pasted blog post, or MySpace bulletin.

Thank you in advance for your prompt concession.

Sincerely,

Lee R. Brenn
St Paul, MN
United States of America