People who need people are the luckiest people in the world. People who need assistance from the government are the unluckiest people in the world.

 

I continue to be amazed by the many movies featuring a character — a young person mostly — who is desperate to get out of his or her little town. The screenplays often make it clear that this is a reasonable desire, and sometimes a noble one.
I never quite understand that. Yes, there are a lot of close-minded dumbasses in small towns. But there are many small-minded dumbasses in cities, too. For example, there are many people in small towns who don’t know who Paul Krugman is. But on the other hand, there are many in cities who know who Paul Krugman is, but fail to understand the man is an idiot. If I were pressed to say who are the greater dumbasses, I would go with the latter.

 

I love these lyrics, not least because the music and the vocalizations are so perfect for the message. This is beautiful Americana, which for the moment I’ll define as the eschewing of delicacy and the elevating of workaday problems. Oh, my. A lyric in which the word den is used!

Kings of Leon

“Pickup Truck”

Walk you home to see
Where you’re living around
And I know this place
Pour yourself on me
And you know I’m the one
That you won’t forget

In your den always
I see something’s right
When I see your wink
When he comes around
I see you’re fixing the shine
And my face won’t speak

Hate to be so emotional
I didn’t mean to get physical
But when he pulled in and revved it up
I said you call that a pickup truck
And in the moonlight I throwed him down
A kicking, screaming, a rolling around
A little piece of a bloody tooth
Just so you know I was thinking of you
Just so you know I was oh

Trembling knees are weak
And its cold as a hole
Hug your bones and skin
Crackling wood’s gone white
And my eyes swolled up now
I can see the light

Hate to be so emotional
I didn’t mean to get physical
But when he pulled in and revved it up
I said you call that a pickup truck
And in the moonlight I throwed him down
A kicking, screaming, a rolling around
A little piece of a bloody tooth
Just so you know I was thinking of you
Just so you know I oh
Just so you know I oh
Just so you know I oh

Who let the phrase “false equivalence” loose among the world’s demi-intellectuals? We need to track him down and kill him. And while we’re at it, let’s get the sonsobitches who introduced them to Frida Kahlo, Joseph Campbell and “false analogy.”

 

When we lived in Angel Fire, New Mexico, we had a friend named Norman. Norman was a poor man but he managed to buy a five acre plot, the first lot sold in a new subdivision behind our house. The subdivision was surrounded by ranch land owned by a local family — part of the family’s 200,000 acre-plus land holdings. The family raised cattle, and these cattle regularly wandered onto Norman’s place and did their business there. Norman complained.

The family responded, noting that New Mexico is a “fence-out” state.  If you don’t want livestock on your property it’s your responsibility to build a fence to keep them out

Norman chose not to. Instead he purchased a small herd of goats that he released onto his property. Within five minutes they had wandered off of his property onto the cattle land, where they did what goats do:  they tore up everything in sight.

Two weeks later Norman had a fence.

Here is something you didnt know, but if you can remember it, it will come in handy more often than you can currently imagine.  Every car’s fuel gauge has an arrow pointing to the side of the car where the gas cap is located.

 

Eric Hoffer famously said that rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength. True dat. But in the age of the internet it is more often the case that rudeness is the dull man’s imitation of wit.

 

Hanging out in Austin for the first time in 30 years provides a fresh reminder that in this world everything changes, except the avant-garde.

 

Where is it written that before climbing on a bicycle you should outfit yourself like a medieval harlequin?

 

There’s an old saying that Hollywood always portrays businessmen as corrupt and greedy because in Hollywood they are. I think that can be extended to explain why those in Hollywood are currently obsessed with amoral characters living in a nihilistic universe.

 

After 32 years, no one has yet asked me the secret to a long, happy marriage. But if they did, I would say the first step is realizing you’re no great bargain your own self.

 

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