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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • January 5, 2012 10:20 pm
            I’m begininning to enjoy political correctness. Yeah, maybe I’m just getting old but I feel like ‘I get it’ now. The whole point in not using certain hurtful words is so all people - regardless of sex, race, sexual identity, and physical appearance can feel as if they’re just plain ol human beings. And everyone should enjoy this freedom. Its the same old freedom that boring straight white dudes like me have enjoyed for years. The tedious vacuous freedom, puntuated by impotent fits of rage, culminating in throwing bottles of scotch into the roaring void. Trust me, its really awesome. The only obstacle any human being should ever have to deal with is their own inadequacy and self loathing. And we’ve got drugs for this now.

            I’m begininning to enjoy political correctness. Yeah, maybe I’m just getting old but I feel like ‘I get it’ now.

            The whole point in not using certain hurtful words is so all people - regardless of sex, race, sexual identity, and physical appearance can feel as if they’re just plain ol human beings. And everyone should enjoy this freedom. Its the same old freedom that boring straight white dudes like me have enjoyed for years.

            The tedious vacuous freedom, puntuated by impotent fits of rage, culminating in throwing bottles of scotch into the roaring void. Trust me, its really awesome.

            The only obstacle any human being should ever have to deal with is their own inadequacy and self loathing. And we’ve got drugs for this now.

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