Really? This is a big deal?

Okay - I'm speaking from an easy chair of life, here.  I'm a man - married, secure in my job, and relatively happy.  But is this what we need to make a big deal about?  Really?  I've been 'active' in my party - if I can define that by voting, and hanging up when the union calls my house.  Frankly, I love telling those AFT folks that, yes, I am supporting a Republican candidate, and no, it's not Arlen Specter.  I like them pausing, and almost hearing the "uh-oh...  another crazy one here." through the line.

But really, Republicans?  Gay marriage?  Why do we care?

Frankly - I'm more supportive of gay marriage than most liberals are.

But what I really don't get is why - even if someone foolishly cares about this issue - and I don't want to get even started on THAT issue today - why in God's green earth is it even a discussion point?  Aren't Republicans - and frankly - our country - built around these differences?  Shouldn't we protect these individual liberties and differences?  Fight for them?  I understand why the party got this far - more voters in the older segment and extreme beliefs section of the party - but wake up, people.  This isn't a big stretch here.

I heard a comedian once make a comment.  "In high school, I was gay-friendly.  Or as they called me then, gay."  "But things have changed in our society.  It used to be - we wanted to have separation.  The crazy people fought for separation.  We wanted minorities to only marry other minorities.  No mixing allowed.  Now, we want gays to marry...  Us?"  How can we have come so far to have not gone anywhere at all?

Why blogging is pretty lame

Yup.  I said it.  I'm pretty much a novice to blogging.  Okay - I started yesterday, so pretty much might even be a great stretch, really.  But ranting?  I'm an expert.  I learned long ago how to get going and not stop - and find a way to get an audience.  Blogging, though?  Kinda pathetisad, if I do say so, myself. 

Here's the role of a blog:

I want to have an audience - but no one will ever listen to me.  OR - I want to keep a record of my thoughts, like a diary - but put it out there for everyone to read and see.  OR - and count yourself lucky if this is you - I DO have a bunch of people who want to listen to me, and I'll put it out there for open forum debate.  Much like FOX News would criticize George Bush, or CNN hounds Barack Obama.  Listen, kids.  This blog thing is fun and all - but if we're taking it seriously, that's the big problem, here. 

I read a blog yesterday about a man who patented how to get a woman in bed.  Sadly, that wasn't the degrading or insulting part.  The pathetic section was a person who responded - offended - that a man would do this.  Guess what?  If he's writing a book about his conquests or successes, either A.  It works (highly unlikely) or B.  He's such a smokin' hottie - that it wouldn't matter how much of a complete tool he is - someone's gonna sleep with him.  My wife and I still have that '5 list.'  Remember Ross's 5 ladies on Friends that he's able to pursue if they're interested?  Pathetic, sad, & fun, but listen.  Men are disgusting.  Nasty beings, frankly.  I'm uncertain how any woman could ever pursue us.  Or man, for that matter.  My guess is that if one of those men stopped by our house, I'd have to say farewell to my lovely wife.  Men?  We pursue it.  We're shallow.  Welcome to the party.  The only thing more pathetic than a man 'patenting' this womanizing thing was someone willing to argue with this nardil.  Geez.

So - enjoy these silly blogs.  They're rather sad, though.  Filling some crazy void somewhere.  Be back again tomorrow.

Still a man

Yeah, I'm a man.  I don't know anymore if that means anything crazy, positive, or just a punchline - but I'm ready to admit to it, now.  I never had any doubts about that - but was always worried if everyone else did. 

I like being a man - I enjoy the insanity of manhood - but especially enjoy the simplicity of being a man.  In fact - the other side completely confuses me.  Yes, girls.  I'm talking to you.  From the time you're...  I dunno...  Five?  Three?  Born?  I don't understand.  Oh...  I'm interested.  Fascinated.  But don't understand you. 

Now men?  They're easy.  Stop trying to make us complex, ladies.  That?  We ain't.

Want a good description of a man?  Read High Fidelity.  Guess what, though?  That's still too complex.  Want to know what men want?  Three things.  That's it.  Three.  Food, Toys, and women.  The end.  Okay, I'm a modern guy.  Food, toys, companionship.  Don't try to make us more than we are.  Do we do other things?  Sure.  Want other things?  Fine.  Guess what, though?  It all fits into those categories.

Try it out.  Video games?  2.  Beer?  1.  Movies?  1, 2, and 3.  Are we driving you crazy for something?  Substitute something else.  Is a man's heart through his stomach?  Yes.  Or two other avenues.

I can only hope my girls don't become one of these fawning, crazy, depressed ladies.  Don't build it all into one guy.  Especially one of these complete moron jerks.  Guess what?  They end up moron jerks.  Want that forever ?  Really?  Please take me back to high school so every nice kid fawning over every jerk in my school, and take them forward.  Bleah.  Jerks. 

But sadly, I'm happy to include myself amongst those men.  We take lumps.  Loads of 'em.  Punchlines, bad guys, etc.  Still love it.  Love baseball, sports, even  late nights.  Men?  Stand up.  But, hey - don't continue to be such jerks, okay?  You're making the rest of us look bad.

Yeah, I'm a man

I can remember first getting interested.  Yeah, that kinda interested.