The truly wise man aspires to be ignorant.
Women who say they prefer chocolate to sex either have bad sex lives or exceptionally great chocolate.
Male nipples simultaneously disprove evolution and intelligent design.
Marriage is the most reliable curative for hopelessly incurable romantics.
People who frequently “need to vent” to friends usually have previously failed to say what they really mean to those who inspired their need to vent.
Behind every vast fortune is a master criminal calling himself something else.
Those who employ the locution “eats like a bird” do not have backyard bird feeders in need of daily re-filling.
The most dangerous people are those who dedicate their lives to protecting people from themselves.
Sportscasters who frequently use the phrase “sacrifice his body” don’t understand what the word sacrifice means.
Professional athletes are paid handsomely not for their ability to throw or kick a . . . → Read More: Aphorisms, Epigrams, and Such
For writers serious and otherwise, Paris has always been a muse, the aesthetically inspiring place-feeling-energy that sends men and women of letters to their journal (or typewriter or, more likely these days, their keypad). We all have something to say about the world’s most beautfiul city — or at least we feel as though we ought to have something to say. It requires some measure of humility and equanimity to admit that everything one wishes one might write about Paris has indeed already be written. Much of it by a man named Gopnik.
Read his book Paris to the Moon. Then go there yourself.
Then see what’s left to be said. Which is not much.
Then read the book again and be glad that writers as great as Monsiuer Gopnik share their insights and poetry with the world.
As Thomas Jefferson did in the 1700s, let us set aside the Bible’s confounding melange of mythic mysticism, foggy mumbo-jumbo and confusing contradictions. Instead, let us concentrate on the principles that a dangerous Jew from ancient Nazareth was willing to die for. Let us behave less like the charlatans who organize their businesses around lost souls and more like Mr. Christ himself.
Let us put the Christ back in Christianity.
Love thy brother. Love thy sister. Take care of each other. Recognize the divine spirit in the humblest receptacle.
Then we’ll celebrate.
We hereby propose that speakers of English find a better way of expressing “showed some level of interest in me” than the current and regrettable “hit on me.”
Since having folks be interested in you is near-universal human desire, instead of disingenously refering to such instances as a form of assault — “hit on” — let us try “focused on.”
“I was in the airport lounge, and this guy, like old enough to be my dad, started focusing on me.”And eventually turned his attention elsewhere.
No hitting involved.
Tea Party “originalists,” John Boehner, Sarah Palin, and a large percentage of Americans who want less government and more “freedom,” profess an undying fealty to the Constitution of the United States of America. From its 4,400 words (written and agreed upon by the richest elites of the new Republic) stems the philosophical underpinnings of their “movement’s” ethos.
“All men are created equal.” “Of the people, by the people, for the people.” “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”
Awfully nice sentiments, these. And if you can find them in the Constitution — early drafts included — you’ve got a Pulitzer in your future. None of these phrases appear in our Constitution.
Like the Bible, which often says something quite different than what its adherents believe, the U.S. Constitution is widely and greatly misunderstood. Unlike the Bible, it’s short. So reading it, as House Republicans did to . . . → Read More: The U.S. Constitution Fetish
Having grown up in the Badger state, I feel well qualified to write sniggeringly about the place. I was there. I know what I’m talkin’ about, all right? It’s a great state beside a Great Lake, populated by generally nice folks.
It also has more taverns per square mile than just about anywhere, including Bavaria. Wisconsin is a state full of drinkers — who tend to be bullying and aggressive when they’re drunk. Which sort of explains (but doesn’t excuse) the behavior of a heretofore unamed Wisconsin employee of the TSA who, while protecting our collective security, detained and fined ($448) a passenger who was carrying a pipe that the overzealous TSA screener determined was “drug paraphenelia.”
The screener made this decision while sober (one presumes). But the bullying impulse was still there.
The screener was right about the pipe. It was for illegal drugs! The . . . → Read More: On Wisconsin: On, Wisconsin!
Bold prediction: Within a decade, a whole class of societal crusaders will develop and be recognized by the arbiters of culture. They will be called radicals, Luddites, crackpots. They’ll be dismissed and ridiculed. And they’ll be consistently marginalized by those with money and power. But they’ll be right.
Their main focus? Harnessing the astonishing energy and passion Americans seem to have for “protecting” innocent folks, sheilding them from dangerous temptations, such as recreational drugs. homosexual marriage, and filthy pornography — and anything else that seems to controvert “family values.” These new crusaders will apply that same misdirected evenagelical zeal into a movement to really protect Americans from corporate disease merchants.
Soon the crackpots will be calling for the dismantling and reorganization of the automotive industry and the factory food industry, two of the biggest sources of death and disease in our society.
And . . . → Read More: Department of Bold Predictions: Crackpots
I’ve been doing it all wrong, trying to get folks to talk about and desire my quirky, difficult-to-categorize books, trying to get the media’s attention.
Recent events have demonstrated the truth about how things really work. I’ve got a new book out in 4 weeks about marijuana. It’s called “Reefer Gladness,” and I want everyone to buy it and, more important, read and think about it. So, hey!, hello! Everyone! Check it out:
For Immediate Release: Author Michael Konik Pledges to Use DEA Chief’s Official Photo as Custom Toilet Paper; Says He “Won’t Stop Wiping” Until Pot is Legalized.
Friends and confidantes worry that my “irresponsible” actions could bring harm to marijuana activists working to pass the historic Proposition 19 referendum. They say there will be repercussions. But you know what? Heroes don’t worry about repercussions; they do what’s right, because, you know, it’s right.
. . . → Read More: Attention All Media: I’m Doing Something Idiotic!