teh Mexigogue

I’m not in a good mood. I’m filling in for someone else so I’m away from my desk for the third day in a row. Then I took the elevator to go down from the 10th floor. Instead of hitting the “lobby” button I accidently hit the “detach cable” button so my elevator did a free-fall and plummeted from the 10th floor all the way to the basement. It was smashed to smithereens and now everybody’s all pissed at me because we now only have one working elevator but hey I’m the one who’s been pulling elevator shards from my clothes all morning so FUCK YOU!!

The good news is my son is still around. Kim’s diabolical plan to send him to juvie didn’t work because when she tried to drop him off there they said they couldn’t take him because duh he hadn’t committed a crime. So he’s still at Eastern but as she told me one time “If I wanted to play him bogue I could pull him out of Eastern and send him to Sexton. Those niggas don’t play there and they will KICK HIS ASS!”

She’s big on the ass kicking motif. Now she’s threatening to bring her brother Ricky up from Atlanta to kick his ass. Every story ends like that but she’s only doing it for his own good she says. Because if she doesn’t instill it in him now he’s not going to know how the world works and he won’t be prepared (when you don’t understand how the world works there seem to be ass kickings around every corner). “If he doesn’t learn now then he won’t know how to act and the only thing he will be qualified for will be to be in the Peace Corps and they will send him to help the starving people in Somalia and when he gets there the starving kids will KICK HIS ASS!!!”

Sigh.

I have to hurry up and post this while I have the chance. It’s busy today.

Reagan speech commemorating 2nd Battalion Army Rangers who scaled the cliffs at Point Du Hoc on D-Day suffering 70% casualties. He continues by calling out the Soviets for being campers in East Europe and he calls them n00bs. This was a great speech.

I often assert that I am against initiating the use of force but I have never given a full explanation. It’s not that I’m into hippie peace and love (I don’t care much for other people one way or the other with the exception of certain people I meet). Neither am I a pacifist. While I don’t agree with initiating force, I also believe that if someone puts their hands on you and threatens your physical well being you have the right to send that person to the graveyard. I would go so far as to say that self is not only a right but a duty one has to the self. But from where is this right derived?

Those who are familiar with Ayn Rand’s rational objectivist philosophy know that she espoused the very view I am speaking of which is to say non aggression but full right to retaliate in the face of violence. The reason is that as a rational being man has an exclusive right to his most basic property which is his physical self. I do not have the right to punch you in the face and you do not have the right to do the same to me but if either party violates that principle the other is then within his rights to physically counter until the threat exists no more. This is because those who initiate violence will continue to do so until this method fails them. In short they must be made to lose at their own game.

Ms Rand was not the only one to espouse such views. Malcolm X’s insistence that the black commnity arm itself if the police proved either unable or unwilling to defend them was along similar philosophical lines. Malcolm even went so far as to refer to Martin Luther King’s (and Ghandi’s) philosphy of non-violence in response to violence as a criminal philosophy. The crime in this instance would be the teaching of a philosophy that would prevent individuals from defending physical attacks on the self. Whether or not self defense is an affirmative duty is debateable but it is most certainly a right and one of the most basic that exists.

To get even more basic than that a philosophy based on violence is bad because when physical strength is the final arbiter the end result is that it becomes a higher value than any other among men. It becomes a higher value than truth, justice, and any of the various freedoms. Violence, my friends, is how monkeys decide who will be their president. As cute as they are to keep around let us not follow the example of the monkeys.

My ex said I am missing the point and that threatening to send my son to her brother for a physical beating it’s not violence. “Intimidation” she corrected, and she spoke the word with such reverence as I use when I say “freedom of thought” or “dealing through mutual consent”. That is quite possibly the most disturbing response I have ever witnessed. So while I am providing my son with ideas on ethics, truth, and logic, you are busy trying to intimidate him, which is to say to make him timid, to break his spirit. I cannot support that and I never will.

Initiating unprovoked violence against a stranger is an act against society. Being violent against a blood relative is an act against common sense and the idea of family itself. This aggression cannot stand, man. Thank God your time is almost up. Oh and that idea he got about calling the cops if any of your family members put their hands on him? He got that from me :-D. Since all you seem to understand is force we can always find a bigger monkey. And by the way do you think he will ever forget that you have acted as an open enemy to him and that if you attack me that I’m absorbing hits for his sake? You were 90% of the way towards losing him already, now just yank that tooth out entirely. Have fun growing old alone. The first 18 were all yours. The rest will be all his, an mine by proxy. Try and make heads or tails of that.

Knowing you like I know you if somebody reads this and explains it to you you will probably respond by finding the server this blog resides on and hitting it with a board until it cries submit. I will take the high road and simply resolve that I never have to speak to you again, unless it is to occasionally stop by to throw kids at you. I am done with you and this is the end, two and a half years early.

I have not blogged proper the last few days because I’m going through a situation with my oldest son’s mother. The issue that has come between us is has come to an impasse and she has responded with threats against me. I don’t respond to ultimatums. I will not change my principles with the promise of retaliation against my person. If she carries through I will cut all ties with her. Pretty retarded this situation has become because I am generally a good guy and one of the easiest on this planet with which to get along. Can you imagine someone being mad at ME? I’m a great guy. Go figure.

The stupid people have us outnumbered.

BYE BITCH

Sunday I was making tacos. It’s the only thing I can get my daughter to eat before her mother picks her up so I’m hooking it up, ground beef, diced onions, four cloves of minced garlic, stewed tomatoes, heaps of chili pepper, sea salt, side of vegetarian refried beans and white Mexican grating cheese. The salsa is homemade, four jalapenos, more diced onion and minced garlic, and stewed tomatoes. The corn tortillas are fried of course. The kitchen smells like God’s breath or better yet like Jennifer Lopez’s taco flavored kisses. Just as I’m finishing my ex-wife Carol gets to the house. I ask her if she wants some tacos.

This is not an act of altruism. And hold the second thought, I’m not trying to poison her either. I would never poison THAT ex-wife. The reason I like to share food when I hook it up beyond belief is because I want other people to know what a good cook I am. I want people leaving my house streaming tears of joy after having experienced an epiphany of what Mexican food is really supposed to taste like. Furthermore I want them gnashing their teeth in frustration when they’re in their kitchens trying (and failing) to produce the same thing I did. So I have my own selfish reasons for trying to give my ex the best tacos on the planet, but she is a bit circumspect (if it’s possible for her to feel a vocabulary word she does not know).

“Why are you trying to give me a taco? What did you do to it?”

“I didn’t do anything to it, it’s just a taco. Eat it!”

“I don’t know” she said, still unconvinced.

“Oh for god’s sake!” I cry out.

Being the religious fanatic she is she wiggles her fingers over it: “In the name of Jesus.”

I wiggle my own fingers over it: “Undo the Jesus!”

“What’s wrong with you??” she laughs.

“Nothing. I just don’t need Jesus messin’ up my seven herbs and spices.”

She’s almost convinced it’s safe to eat. One last test, she calls my son over: “Malik, come over here and take a bite of this taco” she says.

“NO DON’T EAT THE TACO!!!” I scream.

She looks at me.

“No really, it’s all right.”

Finally she eats the taco.

“DAMN THIS TACO IS THE BOMB!!! I NEED TO GIVE YOU SOME PU-”*

the end.

* the last part entirely not true, I just needed a denouement.

I don’t even know this guy’s name but I had to have him throw horns for the blog. He’s not an exact double for HMT but he’ll do in a pinch if he ever needs a stunt double in order to fake his own death. And who doesn’t need that every so often? I know I’m planning to fake my own death with a quickness if Blockbuster ever finds out where I live.

I need to buy a turkey before the last minute. But my Mexican instincts tell me mañana. What to do what to do? To be continued. . .

UNLV and Mexigogue returning from shooting hoops at the park, tired, dying for Gatorade. UNLV makes turn down residential street and some little kid, four years old maybe, is trying and failing to balance atop his bike with training wheels (or tricycle?) in front yard. He wobbles then falls down with his bike in a heap. UNLV abruptly jams on the brakes in front of this kids house and begins rolling down the window. Little kid looks up at the car with an expectant look (I just fell down, adult is stopping to help?) UNLV points directly at the kid and goes “HA HA!!!” Drives away. . .

Due to the multitude of protests at the state capitol I’ve brought my camera in to work hoping to score some blog material. The idea paid off today as the Volunteers of America has set up an Exhibit on Homelessness. I went out and took pictures just as they were setting up, I’m sure the thing hasn’t gotten into full swing yet as it is not even 10:00 a.m. as of this writing.

Strangely enough they picked the coldest week of the season to date which is not the time I would have chosen to advertise the benefits of homeless living. They do show all sorts of nifty box houses (they are doing amazing things with corrugated cardboard these days) and the setup has as nice rustic feel to it. For my money I think they should have listed other advantages like networking opportunities in the community and a vivid olfactory experience in dealing with other transients. All in all a fairly nice exhibit however. I give it a C plus.

In other news I owned on the CLS server yesterday (as -=AoD=-RAZOR) going 22 and 8 against the enemy. I did so well, in fact, that a couple of people dropped off and went looking for another server as they were convinced I was hacking (which I was not). I just did exceptionally well as I was catching enemy players after tough firefights where they were halfway dead anyway and their gaming styles played right into my hands. I quit after not even an hour as I wanted my exceptional numbers to stand.

Today is shoot pool with KWK and Nice Rack and laugh with Monique day. I also get paid which just goes that extra mile into making today exceptional. Life is good, drink it up. Everybody have a good day except you Southfield (presuming you are who I think you are and your name begins with an H). I see your hits on the sitemeter and I’m ooked. Quit it you freaking voyeur. Make your own blog and look at it.

That is all.