August 18, 2008
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8:37 A.M.
Just got up. Really up. From the floor, where I fell asleep trying to fix the internet this morning at an hour that is actually but not technically the night before. Had quite the weekend, with the special guest and the usual guest, what I guess would be called my girlfriend. The special guest being Black Metallica Girl….and no one slept much, which made for quite the uh, weird in’ Jhadi Killer Jour last night. Appropriately named as I’d gotten about one hour’s sleep in the previous 3 days. Not sure if it should be listened to again or erased, purged in the very best Pravda-like fashion from the archives of Blog Talk Radio’s otherwise eternal cyberrreality and into the archives of vague and vaguely amusing/embarrassing memories’ alleged and only probable reelity. Doesn’t really in’ matter. Hope yer all well. I’m going to explore the things happening today that are so ugly, funny and portentious that they’ve made the news today, and then dump ‘em in your lap with a laugh and an apology and a “but you asked for them.” and then go back and find some more, and more, and more….and geez, there’s some biz YA, script, book and other things to report, and then soon enough, a farewell. Just a “till then” farewell…Yo, Johnny Mordant, s up, pardner?
12:47 P.M.
Jesus Christ nothing will suck up, up and completely waste your time than arguing with a chick about bull she has no interest in having come to a fair and reasonable conclusion, if the dumb is even capable of understanding what that would be in the first place. Fuck all this modern . I run the show. Fucklng period. A man should provide, and hold the tiebreaker always, game over end of story. Someone just found that out the hard way. No wonder I have a real appreciation for even a bastard as sick as Al Swearengen. He took care of his business in the most honest and responsible way a man a can: Like he owned it, because he did.
1:36 P.M.
3:14 P.M.
From T-Bagg
8:36 P.M.
There is absolutely no difference between love and war. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. it’s all adrenaline and horror, satisfaction and increased strength, depression and debilitation, fear and steeled confidence, the ecstasy of conquest and the broken-souled living death of defeat, the joy of nailing someone and changing their life forever, bonding and seething hatred, the sensation that life as you know it depends on how you navigate your way through the terrain and how you pass or avoid every pile of in your vis to every tall building which may hide a sniper, the absolutely shocking lesson in just how evil a human being can be, tactics, power struggles, psy-ops, the identical transcendence of killing a threat and creating a life….and as a full time gig….. there’s only room for one.
9:41 P.M.
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