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They say that success is the best revenge,
but my vote is still for shooting a guy in the face.
Oh no, it's DEVO!
Just recently got ahold of the complete DEVO discography. You know, way too many people dismiss DEVO as a one-hit wonder from the 80s or a stange collection of dudes who maybe had a few appearances on Solid Gold before disapearring into the underbrush of American pop culture never to be seen again. Nothing could be further from the truth. First off, the band itself had about nine albums not including live LPs and Eps. They were never going to be U2 but they did have something of a message for us and that message is "Subversion is just another T-shirt." Think about it won't you?
Jimmy John's now has a location in Omaha at 300 South 72nd Street. I don't know when it opened but I know it wasn't here in 2001 when I looked. Now, I don't get too happy about many sandwich joints. Subway sucks hard and Little King and Blimpie's don't do much for me either. But Jimmy John's doesn't eff around. They start with a good foundation: decent bread. I've said it before and God damn it I'll say it again. Good bread is essential for anything that is bread based. If the bread or "crust" sucks, you can pile on the toppings and they won't be worth eating ... not with the bread any way. They also use the only really good commercially available mayo: Hellman's. Don't EVEN give me that Miracle Whip shit.
So if you read this and live anywhere near a Jimmy John's check 'em out. I recommend the Gargantuan, the Beach Club or even a turkey slim Jim if you're broke or just looking for a snack.
Other sandwich places to try:
Aztlan Restaurant & Billar 2102 Q St
Dundee Dell 5007 Underwood Avenue
Ethnic Sandwich Shop 1438 South 13th Street
Landshire Sandwiches 13430 Giles Road
Lorri's Lunch Box 8410 K Street
Quizno's Classic Subs 4006 North 144th Street
Subia Inc 13362 Chandler Road
"Bush's approval rating just dropped to 32% -- a number
at which both water and political clout freeze."
--Arianna Huffington
I remember the sense of despair I felt when that son of a bitch W stole the 2000 election while the media, the Democrats, Congress and every one of us sat by and watched as if we had no choice but to lay there and take it. Once again, the country had taken a massive swing to the right. Conservatives were pumped up on their own bullshit rhetoric thinking they had some kind of mandate or right to rule. Personally, I blame those fucking Naderites who said "things can't get any worse." Well it did ... and how.
I remember telling myself that this too would pass. I just had to be patient. So when the same God damn thing happened in 2004 -- after four years of idiocy, incompetence and pointless wars -- I almost went apoplectic. But still, I said, things will come around. People will figure this fuckin' guy out.
I think it's safe to say that when your approval rating hits 32%, people have figured you out. It amazes me that the remaining 32% will even admit that they support W let alone that they are still fanatically devoted to him and his "world view." I think it's a case of things have gotten so bad that they are really hoping that we are just in the midst of some kind of revolution that will result in a much better world. They think we are just living in the hard times that precede a golden age, but that's largely bullshit. For one thing, I haven't even heard a rough plan for how this bright new future is supposed to come about. We are really working TOWARD anything, we're just fighting a pointless war in a country full of people who hate us and will always hate us so Haliburton can make some extra cash now while the gettin' is good. It's pretty obvious.
Greed has never been a good foundation for lasting, positive change. We might get over it eventually, but by then ants or monkeys will have taken our place.
My tolerance for fucking retards has gotten pretty low as of late. I don't mind if someone is a bit slow or technically challenged. What I mind are these hostile, ignorant savages who can't put two and two together so call me up and abuse me because they're simple mother fuckers. Hey, guess what? If you sat on your fucking TV remote and can't see "The Sopranos," your cable isn't broken, your brain is.
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When I was just a wee lad, my mother taught me the importance of saying "excuse me" after certain unfortunate but inevitable biological events. Farting, coughing, hiccupping, burping, shitting your pants, yawning and sneezing. Now for some odd reason I've never been able to fathom, sneezing has been granted some sort of sacred place among the otherwise notably disgusting bodily functions to which we human are prone. Sneeze at work or in public and some dogmatic fool is just bound say "God Bless You" as though it were their solemn obligation. Frankly, I hate these people. First off, it's a meaningless, misdirected act of politeness based on a centuries old misbelief that we lose a piece of our soul every time we sneeze. We should abolish the practice on that basis alone. Secondly, it creates this undesirable sense of social obligation in the sneezer. Are you supposed to say thank you to the blesser? Personally, I like the occasional sneeze. It's like a little orgasm in the middle of my face. Breaks the day up nicely. I don't do it for attention and I don't want anyone to notice let alone acknowledge and give me their unqualified blessing.
So just keep it to yourselves.
