Posts By: Mark Alexander

Holy Fuck

Mitch Moreland of the Texas Rangers

Where were the guys who looked like this when I was that age? I guess they were probably out there, but didn’t even register since I was so busy looking for Mark Hamill clones…

I Wish I Believed in Hell

Stop worrying about Target’s bathrooms and start looking in your own damn churches, you motherfucking kiddie-fucking assholes!

From Towleroad:

TEXAS. Bureau of Investigation arrests two pastors for seeking sex with underage girls: “Jason Kennedy, 46, who held the role of children’s pastor at Grace Baptist Church in Knoxville, and Zubin Parakh, 32, who is listed as the creative pastor at LifeHouse Church, were both nabbed in the undercover investigation. According to a police report seen by WVLT Kennedy had agreed to pay $100 for a half hour with two girls, one of whom was 15. Kennedy faces patronizing prostitution and trafficking charges—and could land in prison for up to 60 years. Kennedy has lost his job at Grace Baptist Church as a result of the investigation.”

Quote of the Day

That sense of noblesse oblige disappeared somewhere during the past generation, when the newly global employer class cut regular working stiffs loose, forcing them to compete with billions of foreigners without rights or political power who would eat toxic waste for five cents a day.

Then they hired politicians and intellectuals to sell the peasants in places like America on why this was the natural order of things. Unfortunately, the only people fit for this kind of work were mean, traitorous scum, the kind of people who in the military are always eventually bayoneted by their own troops. This is what happened to the Republicans, and even though the cost was a potential Trump presidency, man, was it something to watch.

If this isn’t the end for the Republican Party, it’ll be a shame. They dominated American political life for 50 years and were never anything but monsters. They bred in their voters the incredible attitude that Republicans were the only people within our borders who raised children, loved their country, died in battle or paid taxes. They even sullied the word “American” by insisting they were the only real ones. They preferred Lubbock to Paris, and their idea of an intellectual was Newt Gingrich. Their leaders, from Ralph Reed to Bill Frist to Tom DeLay to Rick Santorum to Romney and Ryan, were an interminable assembly line of shrieking, witch-hunting celibates, all with the same haircut—the kind of people who thought Iran-Contra was nothing, but would grind the affairs of state to a halt over a blow job or Terri Schiavo’s feeding tube.” ~ Matt Taibbi, writing for Rolling Stone

The Illustrated Man

He took his shirt off and wadded it in his hands. He was covered with Illustrations from the blue tattooed ring about his neck to his belt line.

“It keeps right on going,” he said, guessing my thought. “All of me is Illustrated. Look.” He opened his hand. On his palm was a rose, freshly cut, with drops of crystal water among the soft pink petals. I put my hand out to touch it, but it was only an Illustration.

As for the rest of him, I cannot say how I sat and stared, for he was a riot of rockets and fountains and people, in such intricate detail and color that you could hear the voices murmuring small and muted, from the crowds that inhabited his body. When his flesh twitched, the tiny mouths flickered, the tiny green-and-gold eyes winked, the tiny pink hands gestured. there were yellow meadows and blue rivers and mountains and stars and suns and planets spread in a Milky Way across his chest. The people themselves were in twenty or more odd groups upon his arms, shoulder, back, sides and wrists, as well as on the flat of his stomach. You found them in forests of hair, lurking among a constellation of freckles, or peering from armpit caverns, diamond eyes aglitter. Each seemed intent upon his own activity, each was a separate gallery portrait.

—Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man

Mark All As Read

My normal weekday morning routine consists of getting up at 6, letting the dogs out while I dispense their food, and then sit down for about ten minutes to skim my newsfeed before Ben’s first alarm goes off, signaling that it’s time for me to get in the shower. After I’m showered and dressed, I make my breakfast and then return to the news feed for the next half hour or so while I’m eating before I head off to work.

I wasn’t much of a news junkie prior to moving to San Francisco in the 80s. It was there that I developed the habit of reading The San Francisco Chronicle during lunch, concentrating on the local news because I wanted to learn as much about my newly adopted city as possible (and of course, to see the daily Bloom County).

Of course, with 9/11, I—like the rest of the country—was glued to my television every waking moment as the story unfolded. As I recall, it was around this same time that I started reading more news online, and ended up with a list of sites I visited every morning to get my daily fix. It wasn’t until I met Ben many years later that I learned about News Readers (R.I.P. Google Reader) and I was able to consolidate everything into one convenient package.

Just as the internet diversified, so have my online interests, prompting me to sort my feeds into various groups: Audio Equipment, Blogs, Politics, Tech, Picture Blogs, and of course Menz.

This morning upon my initial perusal of the Politics group and as I read the headlines, I thought, “Nope. Not today Satan. Not today,” and immediately marked all as read. I don’t need my entire day colored by news of hateful people doing hateful things.

Don’t get me wrong; I adore Joe.My.God. and Towleroad. But frankly, if it weren’t for them I probably would never have heard of people and organizations like Brian Fisher, Todd Starnes, Mat Staver, “One Million” Moms, The Alliance for Defending Freedom, or the rest of the circus sideshow of right wing lunatics salivating over the thought of imposing a christian theocracy upon these still (the last time I looked) secular United States—because frankly those individuals and groups aren’t as important as they think they are.

So today my plan is just to keep knocking down the Politics folder as read without actually reading anything in it every time something appears and see if it improves my overall mood any…

I Have A Bad Feeling About This

I’m a Bernie supporter. I am not, however, one of the foaming-at-the-mouth, Bernie-or-Bust idiots running around out there acting like petulant children swearing they’ll sit out the election in November or—the gods forbid—vote for Trump—if Bernie does not get the Democratic nomination.

How exactly does voting for Trump further the ideals that you admire in Bernie? If you’re thirsty and you want water but someone tells you there isn’t any available and offers you lemonade, will you turn it down and drink battery acid instead?

I get that Bernie has stirred a lot of passion in the younger generation. I get where he’s coming from and I agree with it; that’s why I support him. But c’mon people—if you don’t vote for whoever has that (D) after their name in November, you’re all but ensuring a Trump victory—and quite possibly the end of America as we know it.

Hyperbole? I don’t think so. Like so many others, I laughed the possibility of a Trump candidacy. I kept thinking, “No one’s going to buy this bullshit. There’s no way he’s gonna win the nomination. He’s going to say something or do something to make him irrelevant in one news cycle.” I can’t help but believe the vast majority of the German population felt the same way about Hitler in the beginning as well. Yes, I went there.

So far that hasn’t happened. Trump is enjoying a free ride with the press, making no apologies for anything, claiming he never said things that are on tape, and simply refusing to answer questions he doesn’t want to—and no one is calling him out on it. What are they afraid of? He’s exposed the ugly racist, misogynist, homophobic underbelly of America and has given it an air of legitimacy that scares the hell out of me—and should be scaring everyone else as well.

I also find it amusing that the same people who—with straight faces—accuse Obama of being the Christian Wet Dream Antichrist fail to see how Trump more closely matches their own canonical definition of The Beast, yet they’re silent on that because he’s going to rid the United States of the hoards—hoards I tell you—of pesky Messicans streaming across the southern border to steal our jobs.

Yeah, I know I can’t wait until I can start picking lettuce in hundred-degree heat. How about you?

In my heart of hearts I know the United States is filled with a huge majority of good-natured, compassionate people who believe in equality, fairness, and giving everyone a chance to make it here and be happy. And I know that folks on both sides of the aisle are fed up with the ever-increasing power of the oligarchy. Unfortunately, many of those same people don’t vote, allowing rabid right-wing christofascists to win elections, giving them power to enact their bat-shit crazy legislation (see North Carolina’s HB2 as the most blatant example) and chip away, piece-by-piece at the fairness this country supposedly stands for—all in the name of Jeezus. And quite frankly, I’m done with it. Believe in your invisible friend in the sky (who curiously always seems to hate the same people you do) all you want, but like your penis, keep it to yourself unless asked. If you want to get involved in politics, fine—last time I looked we were still a secular society and if you start telling your congregations who to vote for from the pulpit, it’s time to tax your fucking church as the political entity that it is.

As Democrats, we are a diverse and colorful group. We don’t like to be told what to do—even by other Democrats. Getting us to agree on anything seems about as easy as herding cats. But while our diversity is our strength, it is also our weakness. We need to borrow from the Republican playbook and unite. So often we lose sight of who the real enemy is and waste time squabbling among ourselves. Republicans march lockstep with their leaders, and they come out to vote in droves; all pulling that lever for whoever they’ve been told to. They’re primarily older, whiter, and more afraid of change and anything that goes bump in the night than Democrats. And while they claim to be “the party of personal responsibility” I find it amusing that so very many of them are suckling at the governmental teat (I’m talking to you, Red States) and looking for nothing more than a daddy figure who will tell them what to do; someone who will somehow magically undo the last sixty years of progress, take us back to the fictitious world of Ozzie and Harriet or Father Knows Best and “make America great again.”

Admittedly many of these people do not like Trump, and while there are rumblings of  rebellion and a third party run—not to mention threats of simply staying at home in November—mark my words, when the election rolls around they will be out in their American-flag-bedecked Hoverounds, lighting up Trump’s name. And why? Because by that time, the Democratic nominee—whoever it is—will have been made out to be Satan incarnate by the right wing noise machine. And like happens again and again, Republicans will vote against their own best interest out of fear: fear of change, fear of the other, fear of progress, fear of science, fear of Islam, fear of Atheism, fear of liberals, fear of the black, the brown, the yellow—and most importantly— the rainbow people.

I know Hillary isn’t the ideal candidate for a lot of Democrats. She’s seen as more of the same, kowtowing to the banks, the military, and the multinational corporations. But the chances of seeing jackbooted thugs roaming the streets and dragging people from their homes in the dead of night for simply being the “other” is nonexistent in comparison to the aftermath of a Trump election.

And if nothing else keep these four words in mind: THREE SUPREME COURT JUSTICES.

And that is why it is so vitally important that if you are a Bernie supporter and Hillary does end up being the Democratic candidate, you put your animosity at losing the nomination aside (I’ll be disappointed as well, believe me), and still vote for her, because not doing so will all but guarantee a Trump victory. Do you really want to see Trump select three justices, not to mention cabinet posts? How does “Chief Justice Roy Moore” sound? How about “Attorney General Joe Arpaio” or “Surgeon General Ben Carson”? Do you really want to see Obama hand Trump the keys to the White House—not to mention the keys to our nuclear arsenal?

This country—not to mention the world—cannot afford any of that.

Writer’s Block

It never fails. I come up with the most amazing ideas for blog posts when I’m laying half-awake in bed at 4 am, but I never bother writing anything down at the time and after I fall back asleep and wake up later, with very few exceptions, I can never remember what those awesome ideas were.

OH. MY. GOD.

knew there had to be treasure vaults like this scattered across the globe, but never believed in a thousand years I’d actually see one. Too bad the stuff has all been sold. That guy is probably a very wealthy man now.

One Of My All Time Favorites

While Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy is my most beloved Elton John album ever and is amazing as a whole, Better Off Dead is without a doubt my favorite cut from the whole set.