Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Quote of the Goddamn Day: Wendell Berry

In a society in which nearly everybody is dominated by somebody else's mind or by a disembodied mind, it becomes increasingly difficult to learn the truth about the activities of governments and corporations, about the quality or value of products, or about the health of one's own place and economy.

In such a society, also, our private economies will depend less and less upon the private ownership of real, usable property, and more and more upon property that is institutional and abstract, beyond individual control, such as money, insurance policies, certificates of deposit, stocks, and shares. And as our private economies become more abstract, the mutual, free helps and pleasures of family and community life will be supplanted by a kind of displaced or placeless citizenship and by commerce with impersonal and self-interested suppliers...

Thus, although we are not slaves in name, and cannot be carried to market and sold as somebody else's legal chattels, we are free only within narrow limits. For all our talk about liberation and personal autonomy, there are few choices that we are free to make. What would be the point, for example, if a majority of our people decided to be self-employed?

The great enemy of freedom is the alignment of political power with wealth. This alignment destroys the commonwealth - that is, the natural wealth of localities and the local economies of household, neighborhood, and community - and so destroys democracy, of which the commonwealth is the foundation and practical means.

― Wendell BerryThe Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

These lyrics speak for me today

Compliments of Tom fucking Petty, who rocketh mightily.

My love’s an ocean
You better not cross it
Yeah I’ve been the distance
And I need some rest

Yeah I had somebody once

And damn if I lost her
I’ve been running
Like a man possessed

I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Yeah, I am a loser
At the top of my game
I should have known
To keep an eye on you

Now I got a God

It ain’t never the same
Yeah, I got a dream
That don’t ever come true

I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Sun going down
On a canyon wall
I got a soul
That ain’t never
Been blessed

Yeah and I’m a shadow

At the back of the hall
Yeah, I got a sin
I ain’t never confessed

And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Shit SB E-mails to Her Idol Ms. Moon

On the way home last night, I pass this unbelievable dingbat, who has a bumpersticker which reads: I’ll take the Mormon over the moron. I kid you not. What sort of delusion would you live under that you think Obama is a moron? I almost followed the dumb cunt into the parking lot to give her an earful, but then situations in the Kroger parking lot haven’t gone too well for me historically. This person probably worships Rush. I mean, Jesus H. I would have liked to have said to her—so you’re smarter than a guy who made it through Harvard Law, huh? You can clearly tell that I am in a lovely mood this morning.

Tonight is Beggar’s Night here. What fun the kiddies are going to have with the rain and gusting wind! Who the fuck schedules Beggar’s Night the night BEFORE Halloween? Dumb bunch of fucks.

Shit SB Says

Winter is a pitiless cunt whore.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Excerpt from Morrissey Interview with the Columbus Dispatch

Q: Any thoughts on the upcoming U.S. election?
A: None that extend beyond the normal despondency. There simply seems to be nowhere to go. Obama ought to have handed the baton to Hillary Clinton. But people never give up power, do they?
I wonder why the president is never single. It seems that only married couples can be elected. Michelle Obama gave a lengthy speech recently. Why, exactly? Who voted her in? Only a black lesbian mother could ever be the right president for America.
Q: What legacy do you want your work to leave?
A: People who make music never die. The song lives on forever — and, as soon as it’s heard, you are as alive and young and demented as you were when the song was recorded. 
Q: Can you reveal one thing that truly, genuinely makes you happy?
A: I don’t understand the question.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

As if I have to prove my point about Dave's good-lookingness to you bunch of dumb motherfuckers

Dave picks up some damn takeout.


A recent, and sadly rare, sighting of the man SB still thinks is perhaps the best-looking human being on the planet. And also, he is English, and SB has a distinct preference for the English. Jesus has his chosen people and I have mine, bitches!

I Just Like the Damn Photo, Okay?

Dave as a kid. SB loves you, Dave, wherever you are!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Shit SB Says

I have decided that if I don't have anything nice to say, I am just going to remain the fuck silent. So far today, this has rendered me cocksucking mute.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Quote of the Damn Day: David Johansen

I remember one time, I was standing on Third Avenue and Third Street, and I was with David Bowie. We were trying to cross Third Avenue, and this truck driver drives by us. And I think he thought we were girls, and he started yelling at us, "I want to eat your
cunt, baby!" And I said, "Oh, yeah, dude, well you’re going to have to suck my dick!" And Bowie was saying, "Oh, no David, don’t provoke him!" And I said, "Listen, that's the way we talk here in New York." So, I guess people would say shit, but it didn’t really offend me or anything." You know, I was onto something, so I wasn’t going to let some idiot deter me from where I was goin

--David Johansen

[Listen, that's the way we talk here in New York, made me laugh. It's so true. I lived in NYC.]

The New York Dolls may be the most wrongly overlooked motherfuckers in the history of rock music. If you haven't yet checked it out, One Day It Will Please Us to Remember Even This is on my continual playlist currently. Highly fucking recommended. The Dolls may have aged, but they sure as fuck don't play like old men.

Thursday, October 11, 2012


One of our local politicians, who for the sake of discretion (RICK MCKIDDY) shall remain nameless, has signs planted fucking everywhere, proclaiming: NOT FOR SALE.

This message is for Rick, because SB is nothing if not damn helpful to a politician's rat bastard ass:


Your fat overfed politician's ass is NOT IMMUNE to a good payoff and neither am I. So fuck you.

Got that? Okay.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Dade City's Wild Things Near Tampa, FL, SUCKS ASS

Animals are NOT toys, you stupid fucking bastards. Babies need their sleep. Bitches are wearing the cubs out swimming them around with motherfucking fat-assed tourists, when the cubs should be having nappy time instead.


Look at this face. They could at least give the little fella some damn swimmies! Fuckers.


Friday, October 5, 2012

Picture of the Goddamn Day: Rufus Wainwright

You WISH you could carry off this hat. You can't. Give it up, motherfucker! Solo Rufus. Solo Rufus.

Welcome Home Army Staff Sgt. Travis Mills! You are SB's Hero. Seriously.

This is my new normal, and it's all about how I adjust to it. There's no good that's gonna come from me sitting there and wondering, `Why'd this happen? Why me? Now what do I do?' The answer's right in front of you: It happened because it happened.

                                                                  Grand marshals: The Mills family pose before heading off to the parade that draws hundreds to honour their town's returning soldier

Thank you for serving, and more importantly, for coming home, Travis. You are loved and greatly admired (by a whole LOT of people, clearly).


Heart Condition or No, I Wish the Bear Had Eaten Her

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Shit SB E-mails Her Idol Ms. Moon

The idea of gratefulness journal makes me want to fucking puke. That probably says A LOT about me.