Speak It, Cheney!

After many years of ambivalence about the man, I am now a Dick Cheney Fan. For those of you living on Mars, he told Patrick Leahy "Fuck You" because Leahy is a total ass. He's venomous, a vile, vile man. He had it coming, he did.
Now there's a lot of talk about "civility". Look, folks: You aren't crossing that line into "uncivil" just you say "fuck". If you slander a corporation that provides thousands of jobs and is helping rebuild a formerly fascist dictatorship, and slander a man who ran the company 5 years ago(!), that's not civil. That's not criticism. That's just vitriol. But you tell that guy "FUCK YOU!" and suddenly civility is a return.
Dear National Media: Give me a break.
P.S.: Fuck you.

San Antonio's Growth Problem

I should have blasted about the PGA Village thing early on. Somebody should have, at least. Here's what happened. The PGA was working with a local company to build a huge golf complex on SA's north side. The north side being the good part of town. The rapidly expanding part of town. The previous city council said "that's a swell idea. The PGA takes good care of its people, they've got a quality operation, it'll be good for high-end tourism. They even address our concerns about the environment. And about 900 jobs!" Low-paying jobs, but jobs.
So that's dead. Was there a time in history where Community Activists wanted their community to be more prosperous? Hard to tell. CA's have a script for every new development, every corporation moving in. It goes like this:

Company: We'd like to bring 500 new jobs to San Antonio.
City of SA: That sounds pretty cool.
Community Activist (Socialist): Those jobs better be paying $35k a year.
Company: Well, they don't. They pay about double minimum wage, but we're also going to-
Community Activist (Socialist): No. Bad.
City of SA: Oh, uh, yeah... We guess. Yeah, what they said.
Community Activist (Racialist): Better take a look at your diversity, too. We'll be needing, hmm... 50% minorities in management.
Community Activist (South Side [never North Side]): You'll need to move that from a prosperous, expanding area of town to an area that Traditionally requires a full-time guy just to clean up the grafitti.

And so forth. It's a grueling process. SA has COPS and Metro Alliance. Every city has their analogs, I suppose. Our bane.
It's been interesting hearing Jeff Bolton, a recent transplant radio host, being befuddled about how self-defeating San Antonio is. Like seriously befuddled.

More later, I'm sure.

New Look, Morale Booster, Green Hell

Well hell. I changed the template since the other one really pounded away at my aesthetic sense.
I suppose this is a bit of a token "I Yet Live" post. The 2 visitors kept bugging me to update the damn thing. I broke it for a while since a buddy o' mine was trying to hook me up with a teacher friend of his wife's and, well, read the archives. I mean, if there was a single anti-teacher symbol, you can imagine that on flags hanging on all my walls while I talked. Typed. Whatnot.
Also added a link for my RSS feed. You know, it's easy to ignore that kind of thing until you get tired of trying to remember all the places you go to, you know, while you're supposed to be working. Picked up FeedDemon (may well pay money for it) and I give it an A+. While I was downloading it I had in my head the scene in Action Jackson in which Vanity's character whips out her handy-dandy heroin-injection kit. I remember seeing that when I was like 12 or 13 and thinking, even then, "wow, she's really into shooting heroin. She really enjoys it!"
Then I got older and got tired of losing lighters and bought a Zippo. I was really into smoking. I really enjoyed it. That's what using an RSS reader signifies. Thankfully reading blogs day in and day out doesn't cost as much as smoking, or cause me to smell as bed, and no more... you know, I'm gonna just not get too far into that.