Ultimate Rant

[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it]
Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
[pause]
Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

NVDL: Errr...this is an urgent disclaimer. Apologies for all words beginning with 'F', they aren't mine - this time ;-) They come from here. The above is a quote from the screenplay of 25th Hour. The point is I think we have all felt like this at some point. It's funny to watch even if it's not quite so funny to be in this position.

Blast the Baby Boomers

...just a little roundup of stuff on the web blasting baby boomers:

As a 33 year old with a high IQ and no future, I just want to thank the baby boomers for totally and completely fucking over what could have been the greatest country [USA?] ever. The whole time I was growing up no one ever said anything about oil. No one ever said anything about foreign manufacturing. No one ever said anything about non-linear population growth. No one ever said anything about Topsoil. No one ever said anything about illegal aliens. No one ever said anything about preparation for anything that might come our way.

No, the sad truth is that the boomers grew up in unprecedented wealth and security and blissfully burned more oil, energy, topsoil and whatever else you can regretfully burn than any generation since the beginning of known history. These are the assholes who told us to “get good grades” and everything will be awesome.

Guess what dad, no amount of straight A’s are going to help when the shit hits the fan. You just enjoy your retirement in the million dollar piece of shit house you own. And when the illegal aliens and poor white trash are tearing this country a new one in the next civil war, you just pat yourself on the back and tell yourself that you were a great parent.

For more [NVDL: I believe these are very rational] ranting on this topic go here.

Rate hike sparks anger

From IOL.co.za:

The latest interest rate hike of 50 basis points evoked surprise, anger and disappointment on Thursday."

This policy will have a disastrous impact on the people of South Africa," warned the Congress of SA Trade Unions (Cosatu).

Cosatu said it was "angry that the governor of the Reserve Bank and his monetary policy committee (MPC) ignored our plea not to increase base lending rates".

Nedbank said the central bank surprised the market by once again pushing up the repo rate at which it lends money to commercial banks. This was an "unfortunate overcorrection" of rate cuts made in August 2004 and April 2005 amid evidence of the economy overheating, the bank said.

The Pam Golding Property group described the MPCs move as disappointing - "particularly given the fact that all the basic macro-economic fundamentals are strong".
For more click here.

NVDL: In the post below I was saying that logic can be dangerous. Especially when logic is relative to a restrictive context. Here's excellent evidence of that. Anger at an interest rate hike when spending, debt, inflation etc are virtually out of control.

The evidence is overwhelmingly in favour of our community learning to 'tighten its belt (collectively). That's an expression for efficiency, streamlining, saving, holding back, living within one's means, being more humble and less extravagant and self indulgent.

Get used the emotional response though. Anger is how people will respond when the lights go out, and petrol stations start to burp. This is going to happen with increasing frequency. On the electricity side, we know that because Eskom is warning us. On the fuel side, well, Peak Oil people have been saying it for years. By the way, that alarmist doomsday stuff is becoming mainstream now (in the same way that $70 oil is mainstream).

What we'll see is society adapting in some way to these costs, but obviously a fraction falls away as it doesn't have the resources. These people basically become economic losers. They will become a rising tide (think of strikes, unions, eventually communities) demanding cheaper everything, jobs, plenty of other things to relieve their misery. And of course, government will be able to do less and less. This is unfortunately not a story with a happy ending. Peak oil predicates a downward supply curve, so the only way to resolve this is to scale down what we are doing, start farming, dismantle suburbia, cycle to work, that sort of stuff that seems warm and fuzzy but ultimately unrealistic. believe me, it's real. It's here.

The more we resist these signs, the more angry we'll become as we see that we cannot perpetuate the myth of unlimited energy. There are limits to everything, including our own capacity to deluse ourselves.

For background visit all 3 important sites TODAY:
1. The Oil Drum
2. Global Public Media
3. No Impact Man