Historical Determinism

I was driving the cab the other night and got to thinking about means of production, etc.

The specific economic form in which unpaid surplus-labour is pumped out of the direct producers determines the relationship of rulers and ruled, as it grows directly out of production itself and, in turn, reacts upon it as a determining element.

Upon this, however, is founded the entire formation of the economic community which grows up out of the production relations themselves; thereby simultaneously its specific political form. It is always the direct relationship of the owners of the conditions of production to the direct producers-a relation always naturally corresponding to a definite stage in the development of the methods of labour and thereby its social productivity-which reveals the innermost secret, the hidden basis of the entire social structure, and with it the political form of the relation of sovereignty and dependence, in short the corresponding specific form of the state.

Loose Meat Sandwiches

Finally the Maid Rite is back in the bi-city area. Fantastic, not the greatest bargain, but that’s a tasty burger. Watch out though: the fries are sub-standard, and stay away from the onion rings. God-damned combo meal with onion rings and the Maid Rite Colon Bomb Special (known to you as the MEGA-Rite) was fucking 7 bucks!

Also, don't eat it in the cab. Loose meat gets everywhere.

Church Sign Generator

Look ma, it's the Church Sign Generator!

Oh My Sorry Ass...

So fuck, you live your life trying to be a nice guy with a reputation for giving head to bisexual chicks, no problems except for the usual shit. So a few nights ago I was home watching "Deliverance" with my room-mate - no queer jokes please, I get enough of those from cootersnap. And hey, it was on, it wasn't like we went to the effort to put in a tape. Anyway, Ned's big scene was coming up in maybe 10 or 15 minutes, I forget which, I hadn't watched it for the past couple of months. Anyway, I had just eaten a big hamburger pizza (don't forget the pig is a filthy animal) and the pressure in my lower regions was calling to be relieved. So I thought I'd hit the can, do my business, and get back with a few minutes to spare for Ned's career-defining role. Unfortunately, this was not to be the case.

As soon as I sat down on the throne I knew something was amiss.

However, out of deference to some of my fairer readers, I will not go into the graphics of the ensuing mishap that, suffice it to say, felt like my entrails were being ripped out in a staccato fashion. This went on for what seemed like hours, but really only lasted until the next commercial break during "Deliverance". Yes, I missed Ned's stellar performance, but certainly put on one of my own. Did I squeal like a pig? What are you, some kind of sick fuck? Pigs are unclean... I already told you. I'd like to think I bellowed more like a bull in heat.

Up! I gotta call. Seems like Mrs. Schuber needs a ride to Hy-Vee for her afternoon coffee clatch. Man, these afternoon hacking shifts are boring as fuck.