A Tale Told By an Idiot

Like everything else that comes out of San Francisco, a lot of sound and fury--but signifying nothing.

Hill of Hope: The Blog That Doesn't Care Whether You Read It

I guess we really can't blame homosexuals for believing they're super-special and expecting oohs and ahs simply for existing. As America is the most self-centered nation on earth, these attention-mongering prima donnas are simply a product of their environment.

I don't have a mySpace page, and I resisted joining Facebook until my interest in staying in contact with old friends superseded my contempt for the crass exhibitionism that has come to envelop our culture. If you read this blog regularly, first of all you need professional help, but second, you might suspect that I'm not a very social person. So I have very little interest in the social networking promised by these websites. More than that, though, my philosophy tends to be, I'm not interested in you--so why would you be interested in me?

Dennis Miller said that he likes climate-change alarmist czar Al Gore until he (Gore) starts thinking he's significant. The Internet is crawling with people who harbor the delusion that they are significant. I have a friend who told me that a friend of his from college now blogs for CNN. My response was, "Wow! 'I blog for CNN! There's only like one million of us!'" Honestly if I ever ask you what you do for a living and you proudly reply that you blog, I will laugh derisively.

Seeing that I feel this way, you may wonder why I have a blog. Sometimes I wonder myself. The best explanation I have is that occasionally I have something to say, and I may want someone to read it, someday.

Someday I may also want to look back and say at least one of two things:
a) Wow, I was extremely witty and perceptive back then
b) Wow, I was a really stupid b****

Or you can save me time and say these things now.

Day Without Gays? Sounds good to me!

I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds it ironic to have a bunch of people call work and say, "Can't come in today--I'm gay," as if homosexuality is an illness like the flu or dysentery, contrary to the gay-rights camp's most common argument. (The second most common argument is, "You're wearing those shoes?!)

Wouldn't it be hilarious if a Day Without Gays occurred and nobody noticed? Such an event would cripple cities like San Francisco and Seattle--the entire coffee industry would have to shut down. However, I can't see gays being missed in a locale where people actually work for a living--that is, where the most common occupation isn't student, professor, poet, incense peddler, pet yoga instructor, or blogger.

Also I don't know about you, but nothing makes me want to marginalize a segment of society more than that group constantly demanding that I acknowledge how (the following two words should be read in a high-pitched lisp) super-special they are and I should fall at their immaculately-manicured, Prada-clad feet and thank them for gracing such a nasty and badly color-coordinated planet with their presence. These people don't want acceptance--they want accolades. Being okay with gays isn't enough anymore. Now you have to be enraptured.

This is not solely an anti-gay blog, but our society has become such that coverage of gay publicity stunts is becoming hard to avoid, in much the same way the number-one pin finds a bowling ball hard to avoid.