Old Man Yells at Cloud

A time/place where being a loudmouth ignoranus with really bad and dumb ideas was respected not mocked.

Book summary: “You think you’re better’n us?”
Review: Not at all. We KNOW we’re better than you, you ignorant POS.

Shouldn’t it be God, Guns, Grits, ‘n’ Grift?

I have grits in my pantry and homemade gravy in my freezer. I have no gun. I have no god. But I have absolute faith that we are ruled by idiots.

I had a friend was a big loudmouth asshole
back in high school
He would stomp those gay guys like a fool
Beat them till they just bled boy
Saw him the other night at this rough trade bar
I was walking past, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was

[Chorus:]
Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a wingnut man’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Well there’s a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could tell who was evil by the shape of their heads
Sometimes on a Friday I’ll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her angel headed husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it’s twelve years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts smiling thinking about

[Chorus:]
Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a wingnut man’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Now I think I’m going down to the office tonight
and I’m going to write till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I will sit around ranting about it
and I hopefully will (get rich as fuck)
Yeah, just sitting back trying to pretend
there was some of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with book shelves filed with but
fictional books of glory days

We are so blessed . . . the grifter will blow into town today with the cold front and sign “books.”

/from the web/

“A rich person, a (formerly) middle-class person, and a poor person are seated at a table with a dozen cookies. The rich person takes eleven of the cookies, then tells the (formerly) middle-class person that the poor person is trying to take their cookie.”

A perfect metaphor for US politics and economics–past, present, and future.

@¡Andrew!: “A rich person, a (formerly) middle-class person, and a poor person are seated at a table with a dozen cookies. The rich person takes eleven of the cookies, then tells the (formerly) middle-class person that the poor person is trying to take their cookie.” Then calls the cops to get the cookie back.

BTW, I love grits. Also hominy (for obvious reasons). Years ago I ate grits with ham and eggs, with biscuits and possibly gravy, at the Loveless Motel outside Nashville Tenn. We went back to the digs and got royally stoned. I made everyone eat pecan pie. Happy days.

Full disclosure: best grits to be had were at the Pink Teacup on Bleeker Street, NYC. Just south of Christopher. Also excellent ribs.

@Benedick: Shrimp and grits is one of those menu items (like crème brûlée, palak paneer, and pesto gnocci) that I can never pass up.

@mellbell: Oh, and ratatouille. And brussels sprouts (with or without bacon). And… well, who says that variety is the spice of life?

So, any reports of cannibalism yet?

@Benedick and mellbell: Homemade biscuits with dirty sausage gravy and a generous splashing of Tabasco are better than crack for me.