Apology to Germans
Dear Blogbrains,
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for some of the statements I made in my previous transmission against my German brothers and sisters.
Since that fateful drunken blog, thousands of angered Germans have wrote to tell me, "Aufmerksamkeit! Sterben Sie Jude."
I am not exactly sure what this means, but I am assuming that my German friends are trying to tell me that they are upset and hurt by some of the nasty things I said about them..
While I was drunk, I want you to know that that is no excuse, and I take full responsibility for my actions. I have nothing against Germans. In fact, I love Germans. Love them as much as Germans love David Hasselhoff. More.
Friday, December 26, 2003
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Dear Blograins,
I guess I am feeling a little frustrated. Frustrated, because you're such goddamned assholes. I am bored you see, perhaps a little lonely and a little drunk at 5:49 in the morn, and have nothing better to do than to tell you of what pricks you. Why … why are you pricks? How the hell should I know ... you're the pricks, not me. I'm just a lonely old guy, severely oppressed by bastards.
Moron fucking bastards.
Tell me, who reads blogs? I mean, what is your problem? Are you sexually deprived? Sexually depraved? Or are you just assholes? I mean, what is wrong with you people?
I recently discovered a new beer. Actually it's an old beer. It's a Nazi (ahum German beer) called Dinkel Acker. And while the good ole Germans aren't busy cooking up people in ovens, they're busy brewin' up best damn beer in all of the world. It's called Dinkel Acker. I tasted their light beer variety over a decade ago, and it's no big deal, but their dark beer is virtually the answer to all of life's problems.
It's got a good bite to it, not sweet like Becks dark (another great beer). Perhaps a little too acidic, just a little, yet it magically doesn't make me feel like shit after I drink a few of them. You could drink these things into the grave and never even know it. It's an alcoholic's dream.
I see they got Saddam.
Yay Bush! Bushy's gonna scrounge up a little kangaroo court to assassinate the bastard. Yay Bush! Fuck.
Blogbrains Bastards.
I guess I am feeling a little frustrated. Frustrated, because you're such goddamned assholes. I am bored you see, perhaps a little lonely and a little drunk at 5:49 in the morn, and have nothing better to do than to tell you of what pricks you. Why … why are you pricks? How the hell should I know ... you're the pricks, not me. I'm just a lonely old guy, severely oppressed by bastards.
Moron fucking bastards.
Tell me, who reads blogs? I mean, what is your problem? Are you sexually deprived? Sexually depraved? Or are you just assholes? I mean, what is wrong with you people?
I recently discovered a new beer. Actually it's an old beer. It's a Nazi (ahum German beer) called Dinkel Acker. And while the good ole Germans aren't busy cooking up people in ovens, they're busy brewin' up best damn beer in all of the world. It's called Dinkel Acker. I tasted their light beer variety over a decade ago, and it's no big deal, but their dark beer is virtually the answer to all of life's problems.
It's got a good bite to it, not sweet like Becks dark (another great beer). Perhaps a little too acidic, just a little, yet it magically doesn't make me feel like shit after I drink a few of them. You could drink these things into the grave and never even know it. It's an alcoholic's dream.
I see they got Saddam.
Yay Bush! Bushy's gonna scrounge up a little kangaroo court to assassinate the bastard. Yay Bush! Fuck.
Blogbrains Bastards.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
The Taste of Freedom
Sorry Blogbrains,
Not much to share with you besides a piece of an interesting MSNBC article I found today:
At Abu Abdullah's, $1.50 buys 15 minutes alone with a woman. The room is a cell with only a curtain for a door, and Ali complains that Abu Abdullah's women should bathe more often. But the young man says it's still a big improvement from Saddam Hussein's day. Back then, he says, the only establishment for a poor boy like himself was at a Gypsy settlement on the capital's western outskirts. "But now there are plenty of places." He grins. "Now we have freedom."
Before you had to masturbate to a camp of dirty gypsies. Now you have good ole Abu Abdullah to take care of your masturbatory needs.
Ain't liberation sweet?
Sorry Blogbrains,
Not much to share with you besides a piece of an interesting MSNBC article I found today:
At Abu Abdullah's, $1.50 buys 15 minutes alone with a woman. The room is a cell with only a curtain for a door, and Ali complains that Abu Abdullah's women should bathe more often. But the young man says it's still a big improvement from Saddam Hussein's day. Back then, he says, the only establishment for a poor boy like himself was at a Gypsy settlement on the capital's western outskirts. "But now there are plenty of places." He grins. "Now we have freedom."
Before you had to masturbate to a camp of dirty gypsies. Now you have good ole Abu Abdullah to take care of your masturbatory needs.
Ain't liberation sweet?
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Poor Nicki
Dear Blogbrains,
I would like to apologize to all my thousands of loyal fans for my deficiency lately in providing you with the timely blogs that you deserve. I have been very busy. But that is no excuse. I know.
I have been bad. That is all I can say.
Lately I have been very concerned for the well-being of Nicki Hilton. You have probably even forgotten that Paris has a sister. Poor Nicki. All her life she has probably felt substandard to her more popular sister. I mean, how could you even compete with a sister that is named after a city in France. You can't. Paris has all this attention. Sex videos. The whole nine yards. And poor Nicki. Christ. She might not even have had sex yet, let alone a sex video.
I know that they named a whole hotel after the Hilton sisters, that they are worth countless millions, but, we are all human. We all experience pain. And even if some people can afford shrinks to cry to, we all cry. I think poor Nicki is crying right now. Oh, the anguish. Poor girl.
Dear Blogbrains,
I would like to apologize to all my thousands of loyal fans for my deficiency lately in providing you with the timely blogs that you deserve. I have been very busy. But that is no excuse. I know.
I have been bad. That is all I can say.
Lately I have been very concerned for the well-being of Nicki Hilton. You have probably even forgotten that Paris has a sister. Poor Nicki. All her life she has probably felt substandard to her more popular sister. I mean, how could you even compete with a sister that is named after a city in France. You can't. Paris has all this attention. Sex videos. The whole nine yards. And poor Nicki. Christ. She might not even have had sex yet, let alone a sex video.
I know that they named a whole hotel after the Hilton sisters, that they are worth countless millions, but, we are all human. We all experience pain. And even if some people can afford shrinks to cry to, we all cry. I think poor Nicki is crying right now. Oh, the anguish. Poor girl.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Georgy's Dedication Blog
In Georgy's latest blog, she dedicates her blog to her father, and talks lovingly about how her old man is disappointed that she isn't blogging enough.
I am must admit that I am envious of Georgy.
I have to force my father to read my blog. I must scream at him to read my blog. Berate him. Sometimes even kidnap him from the local Home for the Aged, bring him to my place, duck-tape him to the seat, and tell him he cannot use the bathroom until he reads my goddamn blog.
I mean, this is bullshit.
Georgy is of course, Georgy. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman. I would even go as far as to say that she is a Goddess -- or perhaps even -- The Goddess, but my blog is Post-Modern. I have turned blogging on its head to blog about someone else’s blog. I am blogging in a way that no Man or Woman has ever blogged before.
It is bullshit to be born into this world without a beautiful body like Georgy, and a loving father like Georgy's father. A father who shows interest his offspring. It is total bullshit, and I fucking resent it!
In Georgy's latest blog, she dedicates her blog to her father, and talks lovingly about how her old man is disappointed that she isn't blogging enough.
I am must admit that I am envious of Georgy.
I have to force my father to read my blog. I must scream at him to read my blog. Berate him. Sometimes even kidnap him from the local Home for the Aged, bring him to my place, duck-tape him to the seat, and tell him he cannot use the bathroom until he reads my goddamn blog.
I mean, this is bullshit.
Georgy is of course, Georgy. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman. I would even go as far as to say that she is a Goddess -- or perhaps even -- The Goddess, but my blog is Post-Modern. I have turned blogging on its head to blog about someone else’s blog. I am blogging in a way that no Man or Woman has ever blogged before.
It is bullshit to be born into this world without a beautiful body like Georgy, and a loving father like Georgy's father. A father who shows interest his offspring. It is total bullshit, and I fucking resent it!
Monday, November 24, 2003
Shit. Pure Shit
Commitment to Service
Buy.com has turned into the destination of choice for over 4 million customers by delivering on our commitment to complete customer satisfaction. Our award-winning customer service is here for you, with convenient options to meet your support needs, such as an online Help Center and easy-to-find policies and procedures to assist you through any of your purchases
Buy.com won't take me off of their newsletter full of overpriced crap. They won't reply to my requests in writing to take me off either. There is no phone numbers listed at buy.com, nor any e-mail addresses. (None that I can find.) Is there anyone there, or is buy.com run by a machine that will take over world after a pre-programmed apocalypse.
I saw Ashcroft boasting about how many people he's thrown in prison for Internet crime the other day on CSPAN. Why doesn't Ash destroy this evil machine while we still have time.
Commitment to Service
Buy.com has turned into the destination of choice for over 4 million customers by delivering on our commitment to complete customer satisfaction. Our award-winning customer service is here for you, with convenient options to meet your support needs, such as an online Help Center and easy-to-find policies and procedures to assist you through any of your purchases
Buy.com won't take me off of their newsletter full of overpriced crap. They won't reply to my requests in writing to take me off either. There is no phone numbers listed at buy.com, nor any e-mail addresses. (None that I can find.) Is there anyone there, or is buy.com run by a machine that will take over world after a pre-programmed apocalypse.
I saw Ashcroft boasting about how many people he's thrown in prison for Internet crime the other day on CSPAN. Why doesn't Ash destroy this evil machine while we still have time.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Georgy-speak
Georgy has finally couphed up a few posts, but they are getting progressivly more cryptic, as if they are written for a crowd of Georgy elite, or perhaps for Georgy's private use only:
Here's an example. Her November 19th post:
The Next Star Wars Kid
Though, he will probably have a career after this. Dead ringer for Chunk from Goonies, thanks to Brad for resolving that for me.
Who is The Next Star Wars kid? And more importantly, who is Brad?
Georgy is not communicating effectively. She is not speaking to the masses on their level.
I hereby dub this new type of Georgy blogging as Georgy-speak.
Come on, Georgy....
Georgy has finally couphed up a few posts, but they are getting progressivly more cryptic, as if they are written for a crowd of Georgy elite, or perhaps for Georgy's private use only:
Here's an example. Her November 19th post:
The Next Star Wars Kid
Though, he will probably have a career after this. Dead ringer for Chunk from Goonies, thanks to Brad for resolving that for me.
Who is The Next Star Wars kid? And more importantly, who is Brad?
Georgy is not communicating effectively. She is not speaking to the masses on their level.
I hereby dub this new type of Georgy blogging as Georgy-speak.
Come on, Georgy....
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Fucking Comcast. Fucking Department of Telecommunications & Energy
I was falling asleep. Really falling asleep. So I had two Little Debbie cakes and now nursing my third coffee. I'm really not supposed to be drinking coffee, because it aggravates my reflux laryngitis. But fuck it.
I am been so incredibly angry these past few days. Even more incredibly angry than I normally am, which is pretty angry. See, about 2 months ago I signed up for Comcast telephone service and they told me I'd be able to retain my custom ring number (sort of like an alternant number) I had with Verizon. This is in fact on the fucking WORK ORDER. So when they came over to set it my phone service, the guy said he could give me the custom ring number that day, to call the office the next day. I did that, and they said they'd take care of it. I called about a week later to report to them that it still wasn't working. They said they'd take care of it. Of course they didn't, and I neglected to follow up. Recently, by accident, I sent out an important letter with the custom ring number (the one which the mofo Comcast bastards never installed). It cost me a lot of embarrassment and some money to rectify the problem. I called Comcast, and was told that the custom ring number wasn't ported to Comcast from Verizon, and that I (not them) would have to take up this issue with Verizon. When I spoke to Samantha the supervisor, I wasn't given an apology. Instead I was given the following false statements:
1.) That I never called Comcast to tell them there was a problem with the custom ring number.
2.) The problem occurred because I did not opt for the custom ring until 2 days later. (This is total shit, as I made it very clear to the salesman at the point of sale that it was imperative that my old custom ring number transferred over.)
I was actually quote impressed how Sam could stay composed and tell me this pure shit as I grilled her about her legal responsibility to give me the services that I had been paying for since day 1. She even told me to have a nice afternoon before she hung up, and I believe she even meant it. It was said the tone, We-don't-give-a-flying-fuck-about-you-but-don't-take-it-personally expressions. Sammy is one cool, collected composed, woman. A truly exceptional and rare asshole. It is assholes like her that make the world go 'round. I fully endorse hiring this woman for any company that wants to treat their customers like pure shit.
After my talk with Sam, I spoke to the good ol' Depeartment of Telecommunication & Energy in Massachusets. These are the people who oversee the utilities so that they do not exploit their monopoly status. I spoke to someone not nearly composed as Sam, named Beverely. Beverely was in fact a fucking moron. Bev called me back a few hours later and read me a statement, which basically paraphrased the shit that Sam had told me. (It was probably read by Sam.) When I asked Bev for a copy of what she had read me, she said she couldn't send it to me, that it came to her in an e-mail. I asked Bev to e-mail it to me then. But no, she couldn't do that. Also, if I had any other questions or issues, I needed to take them up with Comcast, not the Department of Telecommunications and Energy.
It is HIGHLY QUESTIONABLE to me whether those fuckers at Telecommunications & Energy have the legal right to withhold information pertinent to my complaint.
So there you go. We have tax dollars going to a government agency who is supposed to advocate for the consumer, but instead acts as a rubber stamp for exploits of monopoly utilities for which the Republicans bend over backwards to deregulate.
The more I think about how corrupt the system is, the angrier I get. I want to do something about it. I want to expose these fuckers. We live with such horseshit hypocrisy. I am trying to get together an Internet radio station together now. I don't have the time right now, and I need some more bread, but I'm hoping that I can do so something eventually, in my own way.
I was falling asleep. Really falling asleep. So I had two Little Debbie cakes and now nursing my third coffee. I'm really not supposed to be drinking coffee, because it aggravates my reflux laryngitis. But fuck it.
I am been so incredibly angry these past few days. Even more incredibly angry than I normally am, which is pretty angry. See, about 2 months ago I signed up for Comcast telephone service and they told me I'd be able to retain my custom ring number (sort of like an alternant number) I had with Verizon. This is in fact on the fucking WORK ORDER. So when they came over to set it my phone service, the guy said he could give me the custom ring number that day, to call the office the next day. I did that, and they said they'd take care of it. I called about a week later to report to them that it still wasn't working. They said they'd take care of it. Of course they didn't, and I neglected to follow up. Recently, by accident, I sent out an important letter with the custom ring number (the one which the mofo Comcast bastards never installed). It cost me a lot of embarrassment and some money to rectify the problem. I called Comcast, and was told that the custom ring number wasn't ported to Comcast from Verizon, and that I (not them) would have to take up this issue with Verizon. When I spoke to Samantha the supervisor, I wasn't given an apology. Instead I was given the following false statements:
1.) That I never called Comcast to tell them there was a problem with the custom ring number.
2.) The problem occurred because I did not opt for the custom ring until 2 days later. (This is total shit, as I made it very clear to the salesman at the point of sale that it was imperative that my old custom ring number transferred over.)
I was actually quote impressed how Sam could stay composed and tell me this pure shit as I grilled her about her legal responsibility to give me the services that I had been paying for since day 1. She even told me to have a nice afternoon before she hung up, and I believe she even meant it. It was said the tone, We-don't-give-a-flying-fuck-about-you-but-don't-take-it-personally expressions. Sammy is one cool, collected composed, woman. A truly exceptional and rare asshole. It is assholes like her that make the world go 'round. I fully endorse hiring this woman for any company that wants to treat their customers like pure shit.
After my talk with Sam, I spoke to the good ol' Depeartment of Telecommunication & Energy in Massachusets. These are the people who oversee the utilities so that they do not exploit their monopoly status. I spoke to someone not nearly composed as Sam, named Beverely. Beverely was in fact a fucking moron. Bev called me back a few hours later and read me a statement, which basically paraphrased the shit that Sam had told me. (It was probably read by Sam.) When I asked Bev for a copy of what she had read me, she said she couldn't send it to me, that it came to her in an e-mail. I asked Bev to e-mail it to me then. But no, she couldn't do that. Also, if I had any other questions or issues, I needed to take them up with Comcast, not the Department of Telecommunications and Energy.
It is HIGHLY QUESTIONABLE to me whether those fuckers at Telecommunications & Energy have the legal right to withhold information pertinent to my complaint.
So there you go. We have tax dollars going to a government agency who is supposed to advocate for the consumer, but instead acts as a rubber stamp for exploits of monopoly utilities for which the Republicans bend over backwards to deregulate.
The more I think about how corrupt the system is, the angrier I get. I want to do something about it. I want to expose these fuckers. We live with such horseshit hypocrisy. I am trying to get together an Internet radio station together now. I don't have the time right now, and I need some more bread, but I'm hoping that I can do so something eventually, in my own way.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Saddam Hussein takes over this Blog
I swear to God. I am not fucking with you. After publishing my last blog, I clicked the "View Blog" tab and there was a photo of Saddam's dead son. I forget which one -- I think it was the older, psycho one, with Arabic writing. When I hit the reset button, I saw the page as I normally should.
Perhaps this Georgy Groupie Blog is really a covert center for Bathist resistance. Perhaps if the Americans kill this blog, they will capture Saddam and win over the hearts, minds, and money of the Iraqi people.
Now I'm angry at myself for not saving the photo. I'll see if it's still in my cache. Even if I find it, I don't know what to do with it, as I can't upload anything with a free blog service..
I would like it to be on record that while this Blog denounces the illegal occupation of Iraq, we would prefer it if the Iraqi resistance find another avenue to relay secret messages, as we would like to keep this blog firmly under sovereign Georgy Lover control. This blog is not about Saddam, it's about Georgy.
I hope Ashcroft doesn't seize my computer after having said all this. Really, there is nothing to find on my computer but the pathetic vices of a lonely old guy who loves Georgy. I'll try to dig up the Saddam brood photo.
I swear to God. I am not fucking with you. After publishing my last blog, I clicked the "View Blog" tab and there was a photo of Saddam's dead son. I forget which one -- I think it was the older, psycho one, with Arabic writing. When I hit the reset button, I saw the page as I normally should.
Perhaps this Georgy Groupie Blog is really a covert center for Bathist resistance. Perhaps if the Americans kill this blog, they will capture Saddam and win over the hearts, minds, and money of the Iraqi people.
Now I'm angry at myself for not saving the photo. I'll see if it's still in my cache. Even if I find it, I don't know what to do with it, as I can't upload anything with a free blog service..
I would like it to be on record that while this Blog denounces the illegal occupation of Iraq, we would prefer it if the Iraqi resistance find another avenue to relay secret messages, as we would like to keep this blog firmly under sovereign Georgy Lover control. This blog is not about Saddam, it's about Georgy.
I hope Ashcroft doesn't seize my computer after having said all this. Really, there is nothing to find on my computer but the pathetic vices of a lonely old guy who loves Georgy. I'll try to dig up the Saddam brood photo.
I've met Jake La Motta's Granddaughter, and you haven't
Where is Georgy? No bloggie for Georgie lately.
Today is my birthday.
Ha-ha. As if anyone gives a shit.
I'm 38. Slightly encrusted, but still pretty handsome and can deliver the goods. Well, actually, to be honest, it has been so long since I've made a delivery, that I can not say for sure whether I'm still capable, yet, theoretically I should be able to deliver.
My mother and my stepfather took me to O'Leary's in Boston for dinner, where I had a portion of Dublin style Fish 'n Chips, the size of which was fit for a mouse or perhaps a skinny rat. They had a very good atmosphere though. Played live, traditional Irish music, which help to drown out sound of my mother and stepfather, who can get rather annoying at times.
Coming back to my place I was hearing this cool radio show. The DJ was playing clips of Scorsese movies in between some very cool songs. He played this bit from "Raging Bull," and it made me think of La Motta -- not Jake La Motta, played by Robert De Nero in "Raging Bull," but Jake La Motta's granddaughter, who I met in my college dorm room. She was with her boyfriend at the time, who happened to be there to do some business with my roommate. I remember her as one of the nicest people I've ever met. But it's more than that. There was such lovable innocence and life to this girl. I don't remember her name. She introduced herself to me as so-and-so La Matta, then looked at me with anticipation as if I was supposed to know her. She said "La Matta..." again, as if she was trying to jog my memory ... "Raging Bull ... Jake La Matta ... I'm his granddaughter." I was impressed. But I guess more impressed with the sweet way she presented herself. We didn't talk for long. Her boyfriend wanted to go. I never saw her again. She was beautiful, but what left such a large impression on me in the 2 or 3 minutes we talked was how friendly she was to me. Most people aren't that nice to me.
Jake La Motta has said himself about how brutal and rotten he was to his wife, but he couldn't have been all that bad to have come out with such a great granddaughter.
Where is Georgy? No bloggie for Georgie lately.
Today is my birthday.
Ha-ha. As if anyone gives a shit.
I'm 38. Slightly encrusted, but still pretty handsome and can deliver the goods. Well, actually, to be honest, it has been so long since I've made a delivery, that I can not say for sure whether I'm still capable, yet, theoretically I should be able to deliver.
My mother and my stepfather took me to O'Leary's in Boston for dinner, where I had a portion of Dublin style Fish 'n Chips, the size of which was fit for a mouse or perhaps a skinny rat. They had a very good atmosphere though. Played live, traditional Irish music, which help to drown out sound of my mother and stepfather, who can get rather annoying at times.
Coming back to my place I was hearing this cool radio show. The DJ was playing clips of Scorsese movies in between some very cool songs. He played this bit from "Raging Bull," and it made me think of La Motta -- not Jake La Motta, played by Robert De Nero in "Raging Bull," but Jake La Motta's granddaughter, who I met in my college dorm room. She was with her boyfriend at the time, who happened to be there to do some business with my roommate. I remember her as one of the nicest people I've ever met. But it's more than that. There was such lovable innocence and life to this girl. I don't remember her name. She introduced herself to me as so-and-so La Matta, then looked at me with anticipation as if I was supposed to know her. She said "La Matta..." again, as if she was trying to jog my memory ... "Raging Bull ... Jake La Matta ... I'm his granddaughter." I was impressed. But I guess more impressed with the sweet way she presented herself. We didn't talk for long. Her boyfriend wanted to go. I never saw her again. She was beautiful, but what left such a large impression on me in the 2 or 3 minutes we talked was how friendly she was to me. Most people aren't that nice to me.
Jake La Motta has said himself about how brutal and rotten he was to his wife, but he couldn't have been all that bad to have come out with such a great granddaughter.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Georgy Not Expected to Live to 25
Georgy hasn't made any posts to her blog lately so I did a little digging and found this e-mail on her website that was to her:
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2003 06:28:26 EDT
To: georgy@georgyforgov.com
Subject: Oct. 4 Arnold rally
I was at the Arnold Schwarzenegger rally today (Oct. 4), and saw a one of your supporters yelling at Arnold, calling him a groper as well as a lot of other things. Although it is well within her rights to do this, I don't agree with this method of trying to get your point across, as it is rude and inconsiderate of others trying to listen to what Arnold had to say. I then saw her getting pushed around throughout the crowd, then I saw someone write something on her back. I tried to make my way over there to stop people from harming her anymore but, she had already made her way to another part of the crowd that wasn't as hostile. I would like to apologize for the actions that some of the other Arnold supporters took in trying to shut her up. I haven't yet made up my mind as to who I'm voting for on Tuesday but, because this woman seemed so passionate about this campaign and took that kind of abuse to get her point across, all the while keeping her chin high. I will read through your website and see what you have to offer this state.
P.S. was that woman OK? Did she get hurt at all?
The woman in the reference "was that woman OK?" I believe is Goergy!
Georgy is a bit reckless. Or perhaps suicidal. She is calling Arnold a "Groper" in a crowd of Arnold supporters. Is Georgy crazy? These are ARNOLD PEOPLE. They are not like you and I. They are special … they are ARNOLDERS … good Christ Georgy, you're going to get yourself killed. And from the story I read on your website, you almost did get yourself killed. And if that happened there would be nobody around for me to worship from afar.
Georgy, I am just a lonely, old guy. If I was a wise person, I wouldn't be writing this blog, I would be too busy having sex. But Georgy, as rule of thumb, don't fuck with a rally full of crazed Arnold Supporters. You're just looking for trouble when you do that. Stay away from Arnold Supporters. Go and criticize a kinder, gentler candidate.
What's funny about the e-mail -- what is so INSANE is "I tried to make my way over there to stop people from harming her anymore but, she had already made her way to another part of the crowd that wasn't as hostile."
The key phrase here is "wasn't as hostile" This Gandhi contingent of Arnolders probably only spat on her as opposed to stepping on her face.
Georgy hasn't made any posts to her blog lately so I did a little digging and found this e-mail on her website that was to her:
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2003 06:28:26 EDT
To: georgy@georgyforgov.com
Subject: Oct. 4 Arnold rally
I was at the Arnold Schwarzenegger rally today (Oct. 4), and saw a one of your supporters yelling at Arnold, calling him a groper as well as a lot of other things. Although it is well within her rights to do this, I don't agree with this method of trying to get your point across, as it is rude and inconsiderate of others trying to listen to what Arnold had to say. I then saw her getting pushed around throughout the crowd, then I saw someone write something on her back. I tried to make my way over there to stop people from harming her anymore but, she had already made her way to another part of the crowd that wasn't as hostile. I would like to apologize for the actions that some of the other Arnold supporters took in trying to shut her up. I haven't yet made up my mind as to who I'm voting for on Tuesday but, because this woman seemed so passionate about this campaign and took that kind of abuse to get her point across, all the while keeping her chin high. I will read through your website and see what you have to offer this state.
P.S. was that woman OK? Did she get hurt at all?
The woman in the reference "was that woman OK?" I believe is Goergy!
Georgy is a bit reckless. Or perhaps suicidal. She is calling Arnold a "Groper" in a crowd of Arnold supporters. Is Georgy crazy? These are ARNOLD PEOPLE. They are not like you and I. They are special … they are ARNOLDERS … good Christ Georgy, you're going to get yourself killed. And from the story I read on your website, you almost did get yourself killed. And if that happened there would be nobody around for me to worship from afar.
Georgy, I am just a lonely, old guy. If I was a wise person, I wouldn't be writing this blog, I would be too busy having sex. But Georgy, as rule of thumb, don't fuck with a rally full of crazed Arnold Supporters. You're just looking for trouble when you do that. Stay away from Arnold Supporters. Go and criticize a kinder, gentler candidate.
What's funny about the e-mail -- what is so INSANE is "I tried to make my way over there to stop people from harming her anymore but, she had already made her way to another part of the crowd that wasn't as hostile."
The key phrase here is "wasn't as hostile" This Gandhi contingent of Arnolders probably only spat on her as opposed to stepping on her face.
Screwed Again by the Shaws Empire
I am pissed, really pissed. I am pissed about going to Shaws and really needing a chocolate bar, and buying a thicky, and coming home and finding that there was no chocolate bar. They had screwed me. Decieved me, again. And the checkout/baggage girls, they were so friendly this morning. It is a conspiracy. They are being friendly to draw your attention away from their taking your candy away when you're not looking. I believe that there is contest between the cashiers to see who could remove the most food from customers. There is another contest at Shaws, which is, who could break the customers plastic bag first, by packing the bag to about 5 times its capacity. And let us not forgot the ol', who could stock the aisles with the rottenest, dead-bug-laden produce.
The chocolate bar didn't actually show up on my receipt. Had it, I would have gone back and complained, but being that they didn't charge me, and I had not the energy to go back there, I settled for just bitching about it in my blog.
What I'm really, really pissed about is my first week of blogs being lost forever because I neglected to configure the thing to archive my blogs. This was my fault. I should have known better. There was only one blog which was important, which was the first one, which went into the mission of the blog, who I am, who Georgy Russell is. I spent hours making it, because it was the critical blog. I really don't have the energy to try to rewrite it. Fuck it.
I am pissed, really pissed. I am pissed about going to Shaws and really needing a chocolate bar, and buying a thicky, and coming home and finding that there was no chocolate bar. They had screwed me. Decieved me, again. And the checkout/baggage girls, they were so friendly this morning. It is a conspiracy. They are being friendly to draw your attention away from their taking your candy away when you're not looking. I believe that there is contest between the cashiers to see who could remove the most food from customers. There is another contest at Shaws, which is, who could break the customers plastic bag first, by packing the bag to about 5 times its capacity. And let us not forgot the ol', who could stock the aisles with the rottenest, dead-bug-laden produce.
The chocolate bar didn't actually show up on my receipt. Had it, I would have gone back and complained, but being that they didn't charge me, and I had not the energy to go back there, I settled for just bitching about it in my blog.
What I'm really, really pissed about is my first week of blogs being lost forever because I neglected to configure the thing to archive my blogs. This was my fault. I should have known better. There was only one blog which was important, which was the first one, which went into the mission of the blog, who I am, who Georgy Russell is. I spent hours making it, because it was the critical blog. I really don't have the energy to try to rewrite it. Fuck it.
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Georgy Sees Kucinich
Georgy posted an interested blog about going to see a talk by Kucinich. As you might know, this blog has endorsed Kucinich for some time now. After reading Georgy's account of the talk, I am reminded of the depressing fact that this guy not only has no chance of winning, but probably very little chance of being able to get enough votes to influence any of the other candidates.
It is rather hopeless and futile really. I think Michael Moore bares some responsibility in not giving Kucinich an endorsement, and instead, giving Clark a sort of half-assed endorsement. Shit, that's just what we need another New Democratic. Dean is a New Democrat, but he at least has the good sense to pretend he's a real Democrat.
This Blog is still going with Kucinich, and we will not waver in our support for the most progressive candidate.
Georgy posted an interested blog about going to see a talk by Kucinich. As you might know, this blog has endorsed Kucinich for some time now. After reading Georgy's account of the talk, I am reminded of the depressing fact that this guy not only has no chance of winning, but probably very little chance of being able to get enough votes to influence any of the other candidates.
It is rather hopeless and futile really. I think Michael Moore bares some responsibility in not giving Kucinich an endorsement, and instead, giving Clark a sort of half-assed endorsement. Shit, that's just what we need another New Democratic. Dean is a New Democrat, but he at least has the good sense to pretend he's a real Democrat.
This Blog is still going with Kucinich, and we will not waver in our support for the most progressive candidate.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Georgy Claims Mac Discrimination
Quote from Georgy:
But I just realized that Mac users are being discriminated against. I'm sure you're saying "what else is new?" or perhaps thinking "mac users deserve it." It's time for us all to join the mac users and fight Penn State who is sanctioning this behavior! Napster only provides Windows downloads and it's time for Steve Jobs to step up.
While I am a die-hard Georgyist, I must strongly disagree with her statement that Mac users are being discriminated against because Napster only provides Windows downloads.
Mac users aren't being discriminated against. When you buy a Mac, you are doing so with the understanding that you're buying a computer that has a smaller sliver of market-share. The reason why many companies choose not to support the Mac is because there is too much investment involved in making Mac apps.
I think that instead of Georgy telling Steve Jobs to step up to Mac discrimination, she should be telling Jobs to stop bleeding Mac consumers for every single cent they have by selling them not only overpriced hardware, but $120.00 operating system updates, that come about every year. If Jobs wasn't so fucking greedy, then maybe more people would buy Macs, which would create a bigger market for Mac software.
Furthermore, I might be wrong, but wasn't it Apple that was one of the pioneers of the paid music download service -- and didn't this only work for people who own Apples? If this is true, then using Georgy's argument, non-Mac users are being discriminated against by Apple.
I think that what is really going on here is that Georgy is using Napster as an excuse to bash Microsoft.
Quote from Georgy:
But I just realized that Mac users are being discriminated against. I'm sure you're saying "what else is new?" or perhaps thinking "mac users deserve it." It's time for us all to join the mac users and fight Penn State who is sanctioning this behavior! Napster only provides Windows downloads and it's time for Steve Jobs to step up.
While I am a die-hard Georgyist, I must strongly disagree with her statement that Mac users are being discriminated against because Napster only provides Windows downloads.
Mac users aren't being discriminated against. When you buy a Mac, you are doing so with the understanding that you're buying a computer that has a smaller sliver of market-share. The reason why many companies choose not to support the Mac is because there is too much investment involved in making Mac apps.
I think that instead of Georgy telling Steve Jobs to step up to Mac discrimination, she should be telling Jobs to stop bleeding Mac consumers for every single cent they have by selling them not only overpriced hardware, but $120.00 operating system updates, that come about every year. If Jobs wasn't so fucking greedy, then maybe more people would buy Macs, which would create a bigger market for Mac software.
Furthermore, I might be wrong, but wasn't it Apple that was one of the pioneers of the paid music download service -- and didn't this only work for people who own Apples? If this is true, then using Georgy's argument, non-Mac users are being discriminated against by Apple.
I think that what is really going on here is that Georgy is using Napster as an excuse to bash Microsoft.
Monday, November 10, 2003
Praise for Jessica Lynch
This Blog officially recognizes former POW, Jessica Lynch as a true American Hero, for not willing to go along with the fiction of her rescue.
Just say no, folks. If Jessica could, you could too. You don't have to submit. Just say no to the Pentagon and its handmaiden, the Right-Wing Media Monopoly.
This Blog officially recognizes former POW, Jessica Lynch as a true American Hero, for not willing to go along with the fiction of her rescue.
Just say no, folks. If Jessica could, you could too. You don't have to submit. Just say no to the Pentagon and its handmaiden, the Right-Wing Media Monopoly.
397 American Soldiers Dead
Turned on the News. Death Toll of American Soldiers now 397.
That's 397 kids dead for no good reason.
I wonder how many Iraqi babies must die in collateral damages for every American life wasted.
I wonder if the scum bastard, Bush looses an ounce of sleep over the needless bloodbath he's responsible for.
Turned on the News. Death Toll of American Soldiers now 397.
That's 397 kids dead for no good reason.
I wonder how many Iraqi babies must die in collateral damages for every American life wasted.
I wonder if the scum bastard, Bush looses an ounce of sleep over the needless bloodbath he's responsible for.
Sunday, November 09, 2003
The Truth About "Barney"
I had a horrifying epiphany while watching "Barney" the other day. He is not the friendly dinosaur he pretends to be.
If Barney's head were shrunk to about half its size. If big spiny scales were added to his back. If his skin was not purple but dark and porous. If he was as tall as a skyscraper. If instead of singing obnoxious songs with pretentious children, he made booming honk-like grunts and flattened fleeing Japanese like bugs, this would be Godzilla.
This, I believe, is a conspiracy set forth by the liberal elite who control Public Television, to subvert the minds of youth.
I had a horrifying epiphany while watching "Barney" the other day. He is not the friendly dinosaur he pretends to be.
If Barney's head were shrunk to about half its size. If big spiny scales were added to his back. If his skin was not purple but dark and porous. If he was as tall as a skyscraper. If instead of singing obnoxious songs with pretentious children, he made booming honk-like grunts and flattened fleeing Japanese like bugs, this would be Godzilla.
This, I believe, is a conspiracy set forth by the liberal elite who control Public Television, to subvert the minds of youth.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Existential Moment
I'm having an existential moment. I was fine. Everything was going well. I'd clocked 45 minutes of solid work. I was then supposed to do my laundry, drag my old mattress into the dumpster, mop my floor, then go back to work. But then I learned that someone in my building had died. I didn't know him that well, but I liked the poor old guy, and I don't like too many people. I spent some time with his wife and friends because it was the appropriate thing to do. She gave me a whole shitload of food. Cookies. All kinds of shit. I have no willpower, so of course I had to eat a good ten pounds of cookies. If there were another ten pounds of these cookies, I'd gladly eat them as well. And while I was eating this I turned the tube on and started watching this shit movie on the Sci-fi network, which I'm still watching, not because it's any good but because I'm getting existential. I'll eventually store up enough willpower to get back to work (probably) but now I can just think about how lonely and horny I am. And how I am going to be so fucked and homeless if I don't find a way of getting some bread together. And when I'm homeless, the least of my problems are going to be the futility of getting laid.
I'm having an existential moment. I was fine. Everything was going well. I'd clocked 45 minutes of solid work. I was then supposed to do my laundry, drag my old mattress into the dumpster, mop my floor, then go back to work. But then I learned that someone in my building had died. I didn't know him that well, but I liked the poor old guy, and I don't like too many people. I spent some time with his wife and friends because it was the appropriate thing to do. She gave me a whole shitload of food. Cookies. All kinds of shit. I have no willpower, so of course I had to eat a good ten pounds of cookies. If there were another ten pounds of these cookies, I'd gladly eat them as well. And while I was eating this I turned the tube on and started watching this shit movie on the Sci-fi network, which I'm still watching, not because it's any good but because I'm getting existential. I'll eventually store up enough willpower to get back to work (probably) but now I can just think about how lonely and horny I am. And how I am going to be so fucked and homeless if I don't find a way of getting some bread together. And when I'm homeless, the least of my problems are going to be the futility of getting laid.
Friday, November 07, 2003
Georgy Makes Campaign Stop with Biker Gang
Georgy is seen in the photo below (rear center) making a campaign stop to be photographed with one the meanest, toughest biker gangs in California, "The Road Runners."
Georgy was unable to attend the rumble which followed later between the "The Road Runners," and their rival biker gang -- "The Wile E. Coyotes," but told the gang that they were all free to come by later that evening to her house for an ice cream party, provided that they dress their wounds beforehand and not bleed all over her carpet.
Georgy is seen in the photo below (rear center) making a campaign stop to be photographed with one the meanest, toughest biker gangs in California, "The Road Runners."
Georgy was unable to attend the rumble which followed later between the "The Road Runners," and their rival biker gang -- "The Wile E. Coyotes," but told the gang that they were all free to come by later that evening to her house for an ice cream party, provided that they dress their wounds beforehand and not bleed all over her carpet.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Blogging is for Losers
Okay, Cod eaten. What a delicious animal Cod is.
While I'm waiting for my sweet potato to cook, I am going to take this opportunity to tell you what you probably don't want to hear.
Blogging is Bad. I would even go as far as to say that Blogging is for Losers. I hate to sound like an asshole, but let's face facts: There are about 8 billion bloggers in the world. It's an estimate. I'm including the generic (Blog-like websites) as well in this figure.
So if there's 8 billion bloggers, that means there are about a Gazillion blogs being put out each day. And the sad part about this is that, with exception to a few A-list bloggers, nobody is reading these Gazillion blogs. Nobody frankly gives a shit. Even more sad is that most blogs are completely boring and useless, and nobody really cares but the blogbrains writing them. For example, I have to literally force people at gunpoint to read this blog. I also believe that it is only the threat of death which makes people say the lovely things about it that they do.
I have actually seen some very good, talented bloggers out there, but they weren't A-Listers, and I can assure you that nobody is reading even the talented bloggers, unless of course they are A-Listers.
You might argue that by my logic, not only am I a loser but Georgy is also a loser. Well, I'm a loser, but not because I blog. I am a groupie -- a Georgy groupie. There is a greater purpose to my blogging. And Georgy -- well, she has attained a celebrity status, and actually has a following, which legitimizes her blogging efforts.
Okay, Cod eaten. What a delicious animal Cod is.
While I'm waiting for my sweet potato to cook, I am going to take this opportunity to tell you what you probably don't want to hear.
Blogging is Bad. I would even go as far as to say that Blogging is for Losers. I hate to sound like an asshole, but let's face facts: There are about 8 billion bloggers in the world. It's an estimate. I'm including the generic (Blog-like websites) as well in this figure.
So if there's 8 billion bloggers, that means there are about a Gazillion blogs being put out each day. And the sad part about this is that, with exception to a few A-list bloggers, nobody is reading these Gazillion blogs. Nobody frankly gives a shit. Even more sad is that most blogs are completely boring and useless, and nobody really cares but the blogbrains writing them. For example, I have to literally force people at gunpoint to read this blog. I also believe that it is only the threat of death which makes people say the lovely things about it that they do.
I have actually seen some very good, talented bloggers out there, but they weren't A-Listers, and I can assure you that nobody is reading even the talented bloggers, unless of course they are A-Listers.
You might argue that by my logic, not only am I a loser but Georgy is also a loser. Well, I'm a loser, but not because I blog. I am a groupie -- a Georgy groupie. There is a greater purpose to my blogging. And Georgy -- well, she has attained a celebrity status, and actually has a following, which legitimizes her blogging efforts.
Georgy sees Matrix III
I am in that sort of limbo state where I am waiting for my supper to cook but am too hungry to work any more.
I always wait too long to put the meat in the oven.
Georgy blogged today about seeing Matrix III -- at work even. She works at Veritas. These are the people make my screwed-up DVD writing software. I have yet to see any CDROM/DVD writing software/hardware that works as advertised. In my opinion, it is a severely shitty technology.
Georgy didn't like Matrix III, neither did the BBC. After Seeing Matrix II, you would need to pay me to see Matrix III. I think the thing about Matrix II that bothered me so much was that scene where everyone was dancing to techo, and it went on for about 3 hours. Perhaps I'm exaggerating. It was more like an hour.
Cod is burning. Bye.
I am in that sort of limbo state where I am waiting for my supper to cook but am too hungry to work any more.
I always wait too long to put the meat in the oven.
Georgy blogged today about seeing Matrix III -- at work even. She works at Veritas. These are the people make my screwed-up DVD writing software. I have yet to see any CDROM/DVD writing software/hardware that works as advertised. In my opinion, it is a severely shitty technology.
Georgy didn't like Matrix III, neither did the BBC. After Seeing Matrix II, you would need to pay me to see Matrix III. I think the thing about Matrix II that bothered me so much was that scene where everyone was dancing to techo, and it went on for about 3 hours. Perhaps I'm exaggerating. It was more like an hour.
Cod is burning. Bye.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
I feel as though I am comfortable enough with my masculinity to come out of the closet and tell you that I love the Power Puff Girls!
They are my heroes and I can just eat these girls up.
(I don't mean that in the dirty way.)
So long as we are on this topic, Georgy had found a quote on Gropinater's website where he used the expression "eating pussy."
Now that we have come to know Gropey, his use of the expression "eating pussy" is not too surprising, given that he is a crass bastard who has no concept of what is appropriate outside a locker room full of steroid freaks.
The strange thing about this is that not only has the quote mysteriously vanished from Gropey's website, the allusion to it on Georgy's website also seems to have vanished. It is like an Orwellian rewrite of history. Well, I wouldn't go that far, but there is a faint odor of conspiracy.
If you are reading this, Georgy, please tell me how I can find a copy of the article where the quote was made.
They are my heroes and I can just eat these girls up.
(I don't mean that in the dirty way.)
So long as we are on this topic, Georgy had found a quote on Gropinater's website where he used the expression "eating pussy."
Now that we have come to know Gropey, his use of the expression "eating pussy" is not too surprising, given that he is a crass bastard who has no concept of what is appropriate outside a locker room full of steroid freaks.
The strange thing about this is that not only has the quote mysteriously vanished from Gropey's website, the allusion to it on Georgy's website also seems to have vanished. It is like an Orwellian rewrite of history. Well, I wouldn't go that far, but there is a faint odor of conspiracy.
If you are reading this, Georgy, please tell me how I can find a copy of the article where the quote was made.
In a Time, Long, Long, Ago..."
I am supposed to be doing work right now, but have decided instead to play a little hooky. And, also, to avoid my obligations to get to the main topic of this blog: Georgy Russell.
I have decided instead to talk about sex. I once had sex. It was long ago, during my youth. I was a soldier then, during the Second Punic War. I don't remember how sex felt, but I do remember that it felt good. That is all that I can remember from a time long, long ago...
That is all. I just needed to have this nostalgic moment and get back to work now.
I am supposed to be doing work right now, but have decided instead to play a little hooky. And, also, to avoid my obligations to get to the main topic of this blog: Georgy Russell.
I have decided instead to talk about sex. I once had sex. It was long ago, during my youth. I was a soldier then, during the Second Punic War. I don't remember how sex felt, but I do remember that it felt good. That is all that I can remember from a time long, long ago...
That is all. I just needed to have this nostalgic moment and get back to work now.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
CBS forced to pull Reagan mini-series
Source: FT.com Financial Times
CBS on Tuesday announced it was pulling The Reagans off the network, saying: "Although the mini-series features impressive production values and acting performances...it does not present a balanced portrayal of the Reagans."
Wake up you sleepyhead Americans! You're being screwed. Screwed like a black man by white guards with broomsticks in a New York City Jail.
The Right is spreading like a cancer, crushing dissent, stifling discourse and the free exchange of information. How dare we even risk tarnishing the memory of our great and fearless former leader, Ronald Reagan. How dare we!
You don't have to take this shit quietly, ya bunch of passive bastards. Get out there with your blogs, or whatever tool is at your disposal, and extricate this heinous cancer!
Source: FT.com Financial Times
CBS on Tuesday announced it was pulling The Reagans off the network, saying: "Although the mini-series features impressive production values and acting performances...it does not present a balanced portrayal of the Reagans."
Wake up you sleepyhead Americans! You're being screwed. Screwed like a black man by white guards with broomsticks in a New York City Jail.
The Right is spreading like a cancer, crushing dissent, stifling discourse and the free exchange of information. How dare we even risk tarnishing the memory of our great and fearless former leader, Ronald Reagan. How dare we!
You don't have to take this shit quietly, ya bunch of passive bastards. Get out there with your blogs, or whatever tool is at your disposal, and extricate this heinous cancer!
Georgy Russell, my dream woman
Georgy Russells' Blog
Georgy's Gubernatorial Campaign Website
I hate for the first words to come out of this blog to sound so mean-spirited, but who is the retarded idiot who wrote the registration forms for blogger? I must of tried ten aliases before I settled on a shitty one that wasn't in use. And every time I tried an alias that was already in use, the password fields would clear. It got really annoying. Then on the next form, where it wants a title for the blog, when I submitted the form, it tells me the title is too long, but doesn't tell me what the character limit is.
What irks me is not so much the incompetence of this programmer, but the fact that I am a terminally unemployed programmer, and incompetent idiot programmers are out there living the good life while I am reduced to the sad state of writing a pathetic blog.
While this blog is pathetic, the object of this blog, Georgy Russell, is not. Georgy is a former candidate for
Governor of California. She is young. I'm too lazy right now to find her exact age, but it's around 23. Comparatively speaking I am old. I am 37. I would say that I strongly agree with Georgy's progressive beliefs, yet, if it were just her political opinions, I wouldn't be writing this blog. I'm going to be straight with you: I love Georgy.
Now don't get me wrong. It is not a weird, stalker type of love. I have not, nor will not attempt to contact Georgy in any way, unless she contacts me first. I don't expect Georgy to contact me either. While I lead an overactive fantasy life, I am fully prepared to submit to the harsh reality of a world without ever knowing Georgy personally. I am even prepared to face the inevitability of the bastard New York Yankees stealing another pennant away from the Red Sox. I can handle reality. I can handle the truth.
The type of love I feel for Georgy is akin to say, the love you might have for a beautiful movie star that is also highly intelligent. And when they inevitably marry, you think, "O shit, that blows my whole goddamn fantasy of becoming a screenwriter and meeting them by chance at a party some day." (You inevitably get more fantasy
fodder, as Hollywood marriages typically last only a few years -- and that's dog years.)
Georgy is not only tremendously cute, and sharp as hell, but she's independent. She does her own thing and doesn't give a shit if people don't like it. Georgy represents, for me, everything I always wanted in woman, yet never had.
I think that Georgy's words merit closer analysis. I am going to treat Georgy's Blog as I would the Talmud, going over it word by word to get at the ultimate truth. And, hopefully, other followers will comment on what I have to say, and, who knows? … maybe I will start a whole revolution. Old guys will come out of the woodwork everywhere, open their windows and shout out, "I'm old and lonely as hell, and I love Georgy, damnit!"
I should also add that this is not going to be simply a fan blog. This is a critical analysis of Georgy Russell. I am going to attempt to employ critical thinking in my analysis of her statements, and when I see something questionable, or something I don't agree with, I'm going to let you know.
I will probably feel compelled to poke fun of Georgy at times, because some of the things she does are a little crazy, yet, I hope blogbrains will understand that I really do have a great deal of respect for this young woman. I think that if we didn't have Georgys in this world, there wouldn't be much of a point to living. Georgy is the hope of the future.
Georgy Russells' Blog
Georgy's Gubernatorial Campaign Website
I hate for the first words to come out of this blog to sound so mean-spirited, but who is the retarded idiot who wrote the registration forms for blogger? I must of tried ten aliases before I settled on a shitty one that wasn't in use. And every time I tried an alias that was already in use, the password fields would clear. It got really annoying. Then on the next form, where it wants a title for the blog, when I submitted the form, it tells me the title is too long, but doesn't tell me what the character limit is.
What irks me is not so much the incompetence of this programmer, but the fact that I am a terminally unemployed programmer, and incompetent idiot programmers are out there living the good life while I am reduced to the sad state of writing a pathetic blog.
While this blog is pathetic, the object of this blog, Georgy Russell, is not. Georgy is a former candidate for
Governor of California. She is young. I'm too lazy right now to find her exact age, but it's around 23. Comparatively speaking I am old. I am 37. I would say that I strongly agree with Georgy's progressive beliefs, yet, if it were just her political opinions, I wouldn't be writing this blog. I'm going to be straight with you: I love Georgy.
Now don't get me wrong. It is not a weird, stalker type of love. I have not, nor will not attempt to contact Georgy in any way, unless she contacts me first. I don't expect Georgy to contact me either. While I lead an overactive fantasy life, I am fully prepared to submit to the harsh reality of a world without ever knowing Georgy personally. I am even prepared to face the inevitability of the bastard New York Yankees stealing another pennant away from the Red Sox. I can handle reality. I can handle the truth.
The type of love I feel for Georgy is akin to say, the love you might have for a beautiful movie star that is also highly intelligent. And when they inevitably marry, you think, "O shit, that blows my whole goddamn fantasy of becoming a screenwriter and meeting them by chance at a party some day." (You inevitably get more fantasy
fodder, as Hollywood marriages typically last only a few years -- and that's dog years.)
Georgy is not only tremendously cute, and sharp as hell, but she's independent. She does her own thing and doesn't give a shit if people don't like it. Georgy represents, for me, everything I always wanted in woman, yet never had.
I think that Georgy's words merit closer analysis. I am going to treat Georgy's Blog as I would the Talmud, going over it word by word to get at the ultimate truth. And, hopefully, other followers will comment on what I have to say, and, who knows? … maybe I will start a whole revolution. Old guys will come out of the woodwork everywhere, open their windows and shout out, "I'm old and lonely as hell, and I love Georgy, damnit!"
I should also add that this is not going to be simply a fan blog. This is a critical analysis of Georgy Russell. I am going to attempt to employ critical thinking in my analysis of her statements, and when I see something questionable, or something I don't agree with, I'm going to let you know.
I will probably feel compelled to poke fun of Georgy at times, because some of the things she does are a little crazy, yet, I hope blogbrains will understand that I really do have a great deal of respect for this young woman. I think that if we didn't have Georgys in this world, there wouldn't be much of a point to living. Georgy is the hope of the future.
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