Or the Americanized version, some ugly Laura Bush polyester pants suit with a pair of those fucking bow shoes... little shoes with tiny bows on them. And one of those modified string-tie neckties. And helmet hair. And a buttermilk Texas accent.

Now yall git back in the kitchen and make babies, y'hear..? Jesus said so.

My personal observation while working in biotech was that a large amount of R&D funds is spent on figuring out how to essentially lift the work of others while avoiding their patents.

The strong background noise of greed made the occasional desperate caller seeking any experimental drug to save their own life or the life of a loved one all the more tragic.

We weren't there to save lives or alleviate suffering, we were there to MAKE MONEY. Something was not right. Life is worth much more than gold -- if you don't ask a suit.

When I stop and consider the contributions to art, literature, science and architecture from Africans over the past thousand years, it is clear that there's a reason no one gives a damn about the endless slaughters, famines and pestilence that continent is noted for.

It's beyond Panglossian to pull on your letterman's sweater and pick up a megaphone and rally the masses to feed African stick babies -- so they can breed more African stick babies, who will then alternately starve and murder one another. I don't mean to encroach on P.J. O'Rourke territory, but it's not as if there's an established pattern lacking in this picture.

Sure, slap a "GENOCIDE" label on the latest slaughter if it makes you feel better. Write if you find work.

She's no Sonia Braga nor Angelica Huston... rrwarr... hot stuff... for us grown-up guys...

it would be worth the ten bucks to get in and buy a Coke...

Tentatively subtitled "the heart wants what the heart wants."

You know, those nuclear weapons that everyone on Earth seems to know about, but that somehow remain off the US radar screen decade after decade.

Say, where's you get the 500-pound gorilla in your living room..? I never noticed it before.

You know, those nuclear weapons that everyone on Earth seems to know about, but that somehow remain off the US radar screen decade after decade.

Say, where'd you get the 500-pound gorilla in your living room..? I never noticed it before.

Whiny, neurotic... a couple of generations of self-absorbed Jennifer Anistons baffled at why their movie careers aren't taking off. A chuckle from well beyond the pale.

Having kids fundamentally changes things. A more fluid approach to what dear old Dr. Alex Comfort termed "loveplay" instead of the kabuki of pre-baby pole-in-hole sex would probably be pretty darn satisfying to both parties.

I remember I was a lot more interested in sleep than sex when the kids were really tiny and needed a lot of attention.

You've arrived at the new world. Burn your ships. Learn new dances.

Somehow Annie won't get a visit from the sober boys in the blue Crown Victoria. Gee golly wow, I have no idea why, either. Maybe because she's a brownshirt conservative tool with no morals?

btw, how's that Federal prosecution of Rush "Pills" Limbaugh coming along? Justice being served, there?

File under Suzanne Vega...

Listen, drink some water, take a multi-vitamin, get some sleep... you'll feel better.

Love is an illusion. Marriage is misery. The vision and wherewithal to create a loving home from scratch isn't genetically programmed into either gender.

Freely giving of yourself without hesitation is the mark of an enlightened adult, spouse and/or parent -- there is no "later on" or "something else" -- the best visual I can come up with is a weld puddle with a MIG welder, you pull the trigger and maintain the molten pool of metal for the length of the weld. Kind of like a watercolor bead, but with molten metal, faith and patience and focus every minute of every day.

"When sitting, just sit. When walking, just walk. Above all, don't wobble."

You can lead a horse to water... drag the kid to the philosophy or comparitive religion stacks in the library and wish them luck.

It's one thing to help someone step over a mud puddle, but if they're axle-deep and spinning their wheels in a bog, maybe you can just wish them well and leave them alone to figure it out.

There was no campaign against Christianity. Belief kind of fell away over the decades. The Earth isn't the center of the universe. It's often frightening that people cling to whatever bullshit lies they were fed during their early years.

Perhaps weaning the student away from what is no doubt a Christianity-centered universe would be a good first step, make some new non-church friends, find activities that aren't church-oriented... but all of this ought to be apparent to the student. You can drown in six inches of water if you don't have the brains to stand up.

Spiritual crisis..? Check this out: We BELONG here and everything is as it ought to be! Now go about your business, and cheer the fuck up, wouldja..???