Thursday, June 10, 2004

Bury the Goddamn Sonofabitch!

I have tried to be nice. I have tried to show respect for the dead. But fuck it, I'm tired of seeing the masses being hurriedly corralled around Reagan's flag-draped coffin like cattle. Don't these bovine-brained idiots know how much deficit Reagan racked up, how much environment destruction he was responsible for? What are these people, fucking morons or something? I don't even think they've raised the minimum wage since Reagan was elected. Reagan said he was declaring war on drugs, but the real war was on the poor. Reagan. Stinking bastard.

And I cannot stand all the stinking, suck-up bastards littering television and radio with their praise of the evil bastard -- and this goes especially for that sleazoid-soon-to-be-leader-of-the-Democratic-Party -- John Kerry.

If the stupid fucking masses are so hot to see dead Reagan, why don't they put him in a glass casket, and shove him into the tomb with Lenin, so all the sheep in the fucking world could see their Gods for all eternity.

Fuck Reagan. Burry the bastard already.

Sunday, June 06, 2004

Radio Show Equipment Probably Working

Radio Show Equipment Probably Working

Dear Blogbrains and fellow Georgy Groupies,

I think that I probably now have the technology to do the radio show. You would not believe the torture involved in trying to ascertain the proper equipment to do a telephone talk show on a shoe-string budget. I will need to work out a few other things. Right now my primary focus however is shifting away from the technological problems of the talk show. There is still more problems:

My voice is very bad right now. The doc says it's from really bad acid reflux. He upped the dosage of the medication. Hopefully that will help. I don't know. I have had problems with my voice for years… I can't do the show unless my voice gets a little better.

A limited Internet Radio Station will cost me about $15.00/month. This will put pressures on my tight budget. I would really like to invite callers, instead of just relying on invited guest callers. This will require another phone line, which would put extreme financial pressures on me. I'm not sure I'm ready to do that just yet. Perhaps I'll run into some more money next month. Or, if that doesn't happen, I'm thinking maybe I could sell copies of my screenplays/stageplays online. I'm not sure how to work this one out financially. Maybe I could beg my sister for the dough. Maybe I could sell Communist Manifestos. Or Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs. Maybe I could sell naked photos of myself. Not for sexual gratification, but so that parents could show lazy children the horrors that await them if them don't find a job and a girlfriend.