Superbowl Sunday

I used to make time for it. This was the one game I’d actually clear my calendar to watch. Jerry used to buy me a 6-pack and junk food and then he’d go do whatever he wanted to.

He was not interested in Football.

It was 24°F this morning at 6 am and even now it’s only 35°F I think the day is going to be cold enough that I’d prefer to be inside sitting on my ass.

Today would be a great day to make some dip, eat a bunch of junk food, drink beer, and watch the game. Except for one thing.

When the players started kneeling, and the advertisers started being worried about woke instead of entertaining, and the half time shows became ridiculous spectacles incorporating art forms that were vulgar, when even the national anthem was butchered by screeching no talent performers, I lost interest.

In recent years, Jerry and I would often go out to a nice lunch or dinner during Super Bowl because we could literally get a table anywhere.

Now Jerry is gone, and we hadn’t had cable or satellite for years. I don’t honestly remember the last Super Bowl that I sat down and watched.

I’m not sure what to do with myself. 

I moved the playstation off the top of the credenza. I tried playing a couple of games but just couldn’t get into it. I should take Jesse for a walk there is, as always, a ton of cleaning to do and perhaps I should load up as much trash as I can in the garbage cans since pickup is tomorrow. 

For some reason, I feel like there’s something I’m missing, that I should be doing. It’s the “What” that is eluding me.

Hopefully, everyone is having a nice Sunday.

Alright, I’ll admit I’m intrigued by the Apple vision thing.

I don’t know if I’m 3500.00 intrigued.

There is something interesting about having a completely virtual display and the ability to make that display almost any size you’d like.

When I think about being about to watch movies on as big a screen as I’d like in silence, without disturbing someone else that’s sort of nice. (I don’t think I want larger than life-size porn though.)

One of the use cases Apple shows, is a guy on a plane. That one rang true for me personally.

I was once watching a movie on my phone with headphones on a plane and the lady sitting next to me angrily flipped my phone face down on my tray. When I looked at her and asked WHAT THE FUCK?

Her reply was she was a Christian woman and she didn’t agree with my choice of movie. She apparently couldn’t keep her eyes off my phone’s screen.

Okay I was watching “From Dusk to Dawn” but she didn’t have to be looking at my phone. I asked the flight attendant if I could change seats. 

Unfortunately I couldn’t as the flight was full.

I was in the aisle seat. I decided in the interest of just getting through the flight, I’d switch over to music. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get the wired earbuds loud enough to drown out her proselytizing for the next 4 hours.

I’d have gone to sleep, but this woman had some bladder condition that had her getting up every 20 minutes, and was adamantly opposed to switching seats, after all, she had a captive audience to bring to Jesus. At one point she accused me of trying to drown her, and Jesus’s word, out with the devils music.

I said, “Yes I’m trying to drown you out because you will not shut up. You crawl over me every 20 minutes to go to the bathroom, you might want to get that checked out by a doctor not a faith healer, and you are literally annoying the hell out of me. However, I hardly think Vivaldi is the devils music.” 

At which point I ordered a bourbon from the flight attendant. It was 9 AM and the bourbon was one of the few I freakin hate. This of course started a whole new and unwanted sermon. I kept drinking and wondered when the last time her husband had just fucked the hell out of her, among many other unkind thoughts.

If we’d been on an exit row, I don’t know if I’d have been able to restrain myself from popping the hatch at 35,000 feet, and sending her straight to Jesus.

“Karens” are not a new phenomena, they were just recently emboldened by fear of an imaginary plague. BTW, all those “Karens” that came out of the woodwork… Remember they are the same bitches that would turn you over to the Gestapo in Germany, The HOA’s across America, Or the Inquisition in medieval Europe. There was a reason politicians in various places established phone numbers to turn in non compliant people during COVID. They knew the “Karens” would light those phone lines up.

“Karens” are the killers of Buzz, Fun, and Joy. They’re the “Enforcers” who gossip, and bitch constantly, their way is the only way and they think nothing of leaving “depression suicides” in their wake. They’ll take no responsibility for pushing someone one step too far. “Karens” are simply the adult versions of the “Mean Girls” from high schools.

They’re the ones who get your kids kicked out of school because of a sticker on your car, they’re the cunts that get you thrown out of a store, bar, or restaurant because you’re not wearing a diaper on your face.

They’re the bitches who complain about your motorcycle or the motorcycle of your friend who stays the night once in a while. They’re the ones who call a tow company at 3 am to have your friend’s motorcycle, their sole source of transportation, removed, and they’ll tell whatever LIE they have to, so they can get their way.

They’re the ones who are so busy ignoring their own life and trying to insinuate themselves into your life, that when they realize their children hate them, their husbands left them, and they’re hated everywhere they go…

Then they’ll blame YOU because you took so much time out of their day trying to maintain control over you.

These rancid cunts are not gone, they just crawled back into the woodwork waiting for another “Cause” for which they can become the unasked for ‘Champions’.

I’ve often wondered if misogynists, like racists, aren’t born… They’re built! Step by step, incident by incident, cut by cut, manipulation by manipulation.

I’m not there yet. But upon reflection, especially after the COVID years I’m a lot closer to either “IST” than I’d like, or ever thought I’d be.


I suspect that general feeling is why so many people lose themselves in gaming, VR, and sitting behind computer screens.

It’s way easier to NOT have to engage with shitty people than to have to learn to deal with them.

For me, if I was flying a lot, or if I was living, as my parents want me to, in their spare bedroom.  I’m pretty sure that I’d plunk down the 3500.00 for Apple Vision to avoid having to have screens or whatever.

Living in my parents house though, I know they’d never let me enjoy a movie. They’re like the lady on the plane, they need constant attention.

Listening to music or a podcast at my parents house while they’re watching some TV program that I’m not interested in, is forbidden. My Mother can’t stand the thought of me not hearing the screaming shrews on The View.

“What are you listening to?”

Arctic Monkeys

“I haven’t’ heard of them.”

“Roll it back, what did Sonny Hostin just say?”

Even going into another room requires a ping every 5 minutes.

Perhaps the 3500.00 wouldn’t be a good investment after all, living with the parents.

Disgusting fatass.I don’t fly anymore. I’ll admit it’s because I don’t want to deal with shitty people, or the TSA, or late flights, or the ridiculous price of food and drink inside the airport, or the flights bouncing across the country landing every hour or two so they don’t have to provide in flight food, or the narrow ass seats, or being trapped next to some sweaty fat person who smells like a rotting whale carcass and knowing I’m never going to be able to get out of my seat to take a piss.

I doubt that Apple Vision at  3500.00 could assuage all the reasons I don’t fly anymore.

Hmmm.

I’m not sure I can see a case for me owning an Apple Vision thingy.

Applestore robbery.Maybe, I’ll try one on the next time I’m in an Apple Store. Then again, since Apple stores are getting overrun with shitty people here in California… Maybe Not.

It’s been obvious for a while…

That President Biden was declining sharply from even the time when he was running his basement campaign. It’s perhaps no wonder that the special council declined to prosecute Biden for mishandling classified documents.

I’m sure there was some consideration about how a Jury would perceive Biden, however I think the real issue would be, could he reliably answer any questions or provide testimony on his own behalf.

We all know the answer to those questions.

Whoever has been propping Biden up as President should be tried for elder abuse. Jill Biden is not much of a wife since she’s allowed all this to transpire. She knew his state during the campaign and allowed herself to either be carried along, or was so desperate to be famous she pushed and used Joe as a stepping stone.

Whatever the dynamic there, it’s yet another question mark in my mind about what kind of family the Biden’s really are. I’ve seen more honorable / decent behavior toward each other demonstrated back in a Holler where the family lived in a single wide trailer with a leaky roof.

Guess it proves money can’t buy class or decency.

The real problem the DNC and the country at large faces is Kamala becoming President. For all her cackling buffoonery there’s an underlying rage, bordering on stupidly evil. Unlike Joe who is probably more pliant when it comes to doing what he’s told, Kamala thinks she’s smart and will not follow orders.

At this point, the DNC is probably hoping that Joe keeps enough of his mind to appear functional until the election. That’s a bet I wouldn’t make, he’s coming undone right before our eyes.

I have a brutal theory. I’ve begun to think that Joe is talking to dead people because he’s close to death himself. Maybe for him the veil between life and death is thinning and he really is seeing dead people.

All of the above aside…

A real question of concern is, who is actually running the country?

Sure we can say congress is running things, but even there, it seems clear there’s something else going on.

Who is pulling Biden’s strings? Why are they (whoever they are) doing the things they’re doing? What is the end game?