...of something.

You are ALL presently engaged, have been engaged, and are contemplating future engagement in acts of hypocrisy.

There are no exceptions. This is a fact of life.

Also, you are ALL on a "Bataan Death March" towards your own demise. Hard to grasp this when you are young and spry, but all too soon we come to embrace the fact that the majority of our lives will be lived in a state of perpetual declining health, vigor and/or interest in the follies of youth. Making peace with matters of life and death present myriad challenges to the human spirit and are an integral part of what makes life seem so difficult and such a struggle.

Given these key facts, the only question remaining is, "will you ever forgive not only others, but yourself, for the choices made to accomodate these insurmountable obstacles present in everyone's life?" And what might such a tack on life look like? How might it feel? What are the traps and where are the minefields?

Clue Numero Uno: Chewing on Eric Schaeffer's head for faults real and imagined is shooting yourselves in the foot.

I'm speaking to parts of you that you don't even know exist.

Mock yourself.

...I can't believe people with an IQ over 105 actually watches that crap.

No wonder people think Eric Schaeffer is fair game.

My gawd...did anyone think to uncover whether or not Mrs G was experiencing the early stages of Alzheimer's, or some sort of active mood disorder? She did NOT look very healthy to me.

Labelling Joan Collins a bitch IS low-class, low-down and totally unfair. Unless you were married to her, are married to her, or closely related, you really have no business trading in other people's character defects as if they were baseball cards.

Trade baseball cards, people.

Setting up sick people to say stupid things is not entertainment, alright? It's illness.

Even dwarf tossing is an order of magnitude beyond all this celebrity bashing.

I have a life, schmendrichs. Right now it's ALL about clouding up and raining on all yours' in the blind hope that something green and flourishing might grow through the minoxidil forest on your skull.

It's my curse...calling people on their horseshit while they freely, sometimes rightly, open fire on mine. It's how rocks get polished and it's how diamonds get made.

Until the whole "judgment day" happens, I'll be here...waiting for the lot of you to make the final and only meaningful judgment any of you will ever be able to make.

...to Diversity 101!!

At this level in the curriculum, we all get honest with ourselves and, eventually, with each other.

Kill WHITEY.

Kill My Lanlo'.

Kill the homos.

Kill the Fuzz.

Kill the pigs.

Or...

...we sit around, maybe smoke some rope, maybe drink some red wine, and talk about all those "sad" people out there who don't know how good the life WE'RE living is. Let's give them a telethon.

God truly is loving and kind. Both classes of people are living inside the same delusion, but they believe they're in two completely different worlds. Same air, same land, same sunlight -- two completely different worlds.

Then it becomes three, four, five, and beyond. Reality becomes fractured as if someone had set off a bomb and blown wholeness into tiny shards.

I KNOW about the levels below self hatred and utter self contempt. I don't have to fear them anymore. I can have happier delusions. Fuller, more complete, more whole delusions. I am free.

But I do have to watch my fellows twist themselves up into pretzels over the fear of what lies beneath their own two feet.

It's actually the fear of what Is that is worse than anything else we do to ourselves.

The vapor trail of this fear can be clearly seen against the blue sky of life...it cuts things into tiny little pieces. "You belong in this pidgeonhole, and you belong in that one," and we do this for decades.

When we awaken, there's no blue sky anymore...everything is just enshrouded in fog. And it MUST be someone else's fault. Surely we couldn't do such a thing to ourselves!

It's not Eric Schaeffer who is the pathetic troll but those of us who claim he is. We are the trolls. We believe in our own trolliness, we deny and sublimate that reality, and it finally pops up into our field of view, a perfect projection of what we fear about ourselves.

The good news is that you only have to open the door a crack. The light will so attract you that you will want to walk through the door and leave self contempt and judgement of others behind.

Truth knows Itself.

Suddenly the stupid shit that other people do to sabotage their own happiness becomes a trifle, a hiccup, or a buzzing gnat. We only see the light in people because that is all there really is to see. The rest isn't worth seeing. The rest really isn't there to be seen, unless it is "in here" and being denied.

Is she still living in San Diego?

...this skull is entirely too thick.

It's gotta be the videodrome. I've never seen it calcify like this. Quite extraordinary.

No wonder Ron Moore can make money off of you guys.

Back in the day it used to be better to be well-read than well-viewed. That whole section of brain matter has been overtaken by Adam-12 reruns and past games of Yahtzee. Maybe Bingo.

Does G-8 mean anything?

...not only resembles the Hitler regime, it participated in its funding and saved several key members of the regime from the gallows.

We keep hanging the wrong guys, or, if we do, it's way too late...capital punishment just ain't working, folks.