Surly Curmudgeons R Us


“Political tags–such as royalist, communist, democrat, populist, fascist, liberal, conservative, and so forth–are never basic criteria. The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire. The former are idealists acting from highest motives for the greatest good of the greatest number. The latter are surly curmudgeons, suspicious and lacking in altruism. But they are more comfortable neighbors than the other sort.”

– Robert A. Heinlein

I like to think of myself as the latter, but perhaps that’s just vanity.

This is what they think of you, folks- in their own words

Listen to it all, folks-

“Toothless, squirrel-eatin’, reactionary homophobes” [giggles]

“Here we have a couple of … atheist science types. How do these two things fit together?”

“You’re thinking of Fox News, which does all those things” [giggle giggle]

“We were initially surprised, but thought it was the next best thing to do, and Fox knew that” [knowing nods all around]

What a vast sense of entitlement and superiority these people have. How kind of them to come down from their high places a bestow upon us the benefit of their superior intellects. I cannot wait, as a toothless Southron mouth-breather, to bask in the reflected glory of their all-encompassing knowledge. Surely my life will never be the same afterwards.

Or not.

Because I have no intention of watching.


I had been looking forward to this show for years. I watched the old Cosmos with Carl Sagan and could not wait for the next installment to come out. Not so with this- they have already told me they consider a vast swath of their audience to be ignorant assholes who should probably be grateful they condescended to share a bit of their inestimable glory with them.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson- fuck you and the horse you rode in on. If there is any justice in the world this show will be a massive failure and reflect poorly on you for the rest of your miserable life.

On the run


After seeing the weather in my former abode in metro Atlanta, I’m reminded that, in fact, I was born in New Jersey and the weather from there appears to be looking for me. Hah! Much further south now, buckaroo, and the Gulf has my back…

Gulf Shores 2