tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82685652024-09-04T20:37:14.883-05:00Welcome to Poor Justin's Almanac 2.0. A repository of my sociopolitical musings, loosely based on the concept of Ben Franklin's Poor Richard. Simply an outlet for what's on my mind without all the pitfalls of traditional social networking. Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-77969006141267532942014-05-28T12:51:00.004-05:002014-05-28T12:51:46.722-05:00

I'm 44 now.  I think I've stumbled upon why old men get grumpy.  Patience and tolerance wanes, and often gives way to being unreasonable.  I never understood that.  I think I do now. I've reached a point where the culture has diverged far enough from anything I understand as logical and reasonable that I'm really, really tired of having to cater to it.  Where I once met

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-20876876583062190862014-02-02T23:11:00.000-06:002014-02-02T23:11:21.974-06:00

Something over on Facebook and Twitter has stirred up an old memory.  It's not the kind of thing I usually put here, but it just feels like I'd be splashing ancient drama on my Facebook timeline if I put it there. A long, long time ago I was dating someone I had no business dating.  She was substantially younger than me, but I was lonely, stupid, naive, and still pretty young myself. &

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-888210752700287242013-12-21T00:11:00.001-06:002013-12-21T00:11:32.374-06:00

Something hit me today. Transgenders say that genetics do not define their sexuality. Homosexuals say that genetics define their sexuality. I'm a bigot if I disagree with either. Um...which is it?  Can we actually have it both ways?

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The world DESPERATELY needs to realize that threats are just that: they aren't actions.  The vast majority of threats running around out there are only threats in the perception of the terrified masses who choose to live in fear.  Empty threats are just words. You can track the vast majority of today's problems to people living in fear and reacting to threats that don't warrant any

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I think I know what King meant when he used that phrase frequently in the Tower saga. I wonder if what I've been feeling lately happens to all men when they reach certain age, or a stage in life? I feel like the world has moved on.  Things have spiraled completely out of control to the point that they no long make anything resembling sense.  Public behavior has become something alien

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-60555503331836968842013-06-07T21:12:00.001-05:002013-06-07T21:12:02.612-05:00

This has been said elsewhere, but people still refuse to knock it off. We're beating the crap out of the word 'assault' when used in the phrase 'assault rifle' specifically. There's no such animal as an 'assault rifle' and there's no such thing as a rifle that's not used for assaults. People are ignorant.  They just don't understand. I get that.  Let me help, in the hope that

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When I was a kid, maybe 11 or 12, I had a friend in the neighborhood.  His name was Doug, he was a couple years younger than me.  We weren't best friends or anything, he was a neighborhood kid, and we knew each other, played together, etc. One day, out of nowhere, he comes around on his bike and just starts being incredibly mean to me.  Calling me names, taunting me, just really

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If anyone actually wonders things about me (which is a thing to doubt) I imagine many wonder why I'm not happier.  I'm funny, but anyone who has ever read or heard the life story of a comedian knows those two things really don't have anything to do with one another.  Hell, angst seems to be humor's best fuel. I have my issues.  I have things I have to cope with.  I do suffer

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-50428438118029941722013-01-10T21:30:00.000-06:002013-01-10T21:30:44.401-06:00

I'm sure some people who have read me for years are waiting for me to say something about the gun control issue. I don't really have anything to say because the whole concept is so completely stupid that it shouldn't even warrant conversation. Same people are now saying we need to censor violent video games. Next thing, we'll be back to editing comic books and rock and roll records. It's a

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-62676676213363086482013-01-09T03:49:00.003-06:002013-01-09T03:49:56.006-06:00

It may be the influenza thinking, but I'm starting this back up. Not as a strictly sociopolitical outlet, but a standard blog. Facebook does a lousy job of meeting that need, as I have much I'd like to say without being engaged by people desperately looking to meet their quota of people argued with on the internet in a given day. Facebook will be for social networking. This will be for

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1140078124569180742006-02-16T02:22:00.000-06:002006-02-16T02:22:04.610-06:00

This is becoming a trend, but here we go: the second shortest commentary ever.  Again, it does not require any preface.IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!  IT’S NOT LIKE HE SHOT AN ENTIRE BUS OF RETARDED SCHOOL CHILDREN!  IT’S A GUY HE’S KNOWN FOR 30 YEARS, AND HE’S NOT GOING TO DIE!  WHO CARES WHEN HE TOLD US?!?  SHUT UP ALREADY, YOU MORONS!If the press keeps

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1139540417123207632006-02-09T20:58:00.000-06:002006-02-09T21:00:17.133-06:00

I'm known for the length of my writing. Well, here's the most concise commentary I'll ever write.THEY ARE CARTOONS! GET OVER IT!I think that says everything that needs to be said here.

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1137128512695538022006-01-12T23:01:00.000-06:002006-01-12T23:01:52.743-06:00

Take…three?Yeah, yeah, I know, this whole reinvention thing is only really appealing the first couple of times.  All I can say is, my life hasn’t exactly been reliably calm and my creative mind has been downright turbulent.  Life is good, don’t get me wrong, but what I want and what I’m getting out of this blog have continued to be different things.I really wanted this to be a

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1128553304952109672005-10-05T18:01:00.000-05:002005-10-05T18:05:14.223-05:00

Feeding MeiersIt’s been awhile, and I apologize for that. Been waiting to update until I had time to do some technical upgrading, and that’s done.I assume everyone will be expecting me to talk about Dubya’s extremely weak and disappointing nomination to replace O’Connor on the SCOTUS. You probably expect me to wax eloquently about her lack of experience as anything but a political appointee,

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1126027100599952852005-09-06T12:18:00.000-05:002005-09-06T12:18:20.653-05:00

Not much traction with the abuse�-�Nation/Politics�-�The Washington Times, America's Newspaper That's Washington Times Editor Wesley Pruden on the New Orleans subject. He says TWO THOUSAND buses sit unused in four feet of water in the Ray Nagin Memorial Motor Pool. You figure, even if you only cram 50 people on a bus and only make one trip, that's 100,000 people...pretty much the exact count

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1126002235460050552005-09-06T05:23:00.000-05:002005-09-06T05:27:15.746-05:00

Fear & Loathing In New OrleansThey were somewhere around Baton Rouge, on the edge of the swamp……hey, wait a second, that’s not how it goes.But it could, if good old Mayor Ray Nagin gets his way. See, his long-suffering police force is really stressed out. You know, the ones abandoning their posts, looting, etc. To reward them, he’s giving many of them (as well as firefighters and EMTs)

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1125956273874070602005-09-05T16:37:00.000-05:002005-09-05T16:37:53.900-05:00

Ben Stein’s WisdomOnce again, Ben Stein unleashes his gi-normous brain on us and proceeds to out-think most of the country.In this short piece, he lays out everything I’ve already said and more.  I’m telling you people, this is where the event is heading, whether anyone likes it or not.  Negligence of a criminal stature was absolutely perpetrated in the days surrounding

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1125748759266232992005-09-03T06:59:00.000-05:002005-09-03T06:59:19.656-05:00

Lighting Up New OrleansI realize I haven’t been doing my job with this blog.  It appears that one of the primary purposes of blogging is to get people all riled up and irritated.  It’s called ‘drama’, from what I’m told, and I’ve been far short of my required amount.I imagine this little post about the tragedy of New Orleans should bring my controversy-o-meter up to standard

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1125307375969871582005-08-29T04:22:00.000-05:002005-08-29T04:22:55.996-05:00

Allow me a brief caveat, my friends, lest my comment on the impending doom of New Orleans in my last entry be taken the wrong way.Humor is my way of responding to stress.  I’m the fellow at the funeral with a large smile, hugging and shaking everyone’s hand.  Quick with a joke and eager to bring smiles to those around me.  It’s not due to a lack of compassion or

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Many small things to discuss in the news.  I’m settled in with a fresh, handcrafted Bulldog Root Beer, the finest beverage ever created by man, so I’m good to go despite this awful heat.  It’s hot out here tonight in Aztlan, an incomprehensible 73 degrees at 12:45 AM.  It’s madness, I tell you.  I’m thinking all these natives who have come to reclaim the

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1124705113579344042005-08-22T05:05:00.000-05:002005-08-22T05:05:13.586-05:00

Chasing The ExtraordinaryAfter a brief unexpected virtual vacation, I have returned.  (It’s a long story, involves tights, guns, and people with names like ‘Komodoman’.  We’ll just leave it at that.)And…I can’t think of a single thing to say.That’s not true at all.  Starting out with lies. Oh, that doesn’t bode well.  I have a thousand things I’d like to

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1122892563371686152005-08-01T05:36:00.000-05:002005-08-01T05:36:03.396-05:00

Almost a year ago, I started this blog, planning to use it as an outlet for my frequent socio-political rants and, maybe, help influence the outcome of the 2004 election. I did just that, pouring out quite a few large pieces of commentary on political things big and small. My personal journal just wasn't a place for that anymore, I'd lost numerous friends over the election as it was and my

Poor Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032701942826315667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268565.post-1099994740813111792004-11-09T04:05:00.000-06:002004-11-09T04:05:40.813-06:00

All those who don't see the left self-destructing, raise your hands. pagan: Magical Election Tampering: SHUT IT DOWN! No, this isn't satire. Yes, this is probably one extreme of things, but it exemplifies the kind of thought going on with the New Left...it can't be a large portion of the populace deciding one set of ideals is better than another, it HAS to be some sort of fix.

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Well, it's all over. With a sweeping win of both the popular and electoral vote, President Bush was re-elected. We can now look forward to a prosperous and eventful term as the Democrats and liberal left admit defeat and re-examine their agenda in hopes to find a way to once again attain a place at the political table. Oh, wait, that last part is happening in Bizarro World. Here on earth, the

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My apologies for my extended absence from these pages, sometimes life's cruel demands make time spent on anything but them a luxury that you can't afford. Rest assured, I didn't go far, and now I've returned with more wit and wisdom focused with laser precision at the liberal MSM (that's MainStream Media for those of you in Pleasant Hill) and their attempts at putting the fix on the upcoming

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