Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on June 23, 2017

What I wouldn’t give for it to always be Saturday, instead of Friday.
EVERY DAY SHOULD BE SATURDAY.
And yet, here we are, in the land of Perpetual Friday, always on the edge of something great but hardly ever actually dwelling within greatness.
I have it on the highest authority that Heaven is nothing but infinite Saturdays, beautiful, gorgeous, incredible late-summer/early autumn Saturdays where college football is in full swing, but old-timey college football before it all became a rolling pageant of criminality and SJW window-licking. Just old-time football, listened to on the radio while leisurely attending to this task or that, all Saturday long, every Saturday of the week, at least until the heat-death of the universe.
But no, here we are, Friday again, pushin’ on toward midnight or Doomsday, whichever we get to first.
This is the Devil’s world.
Take a five-minute spin through the headlines of any day of the week, and try to refute it.
You can’t.
You won’t.
You know it’s true.
I’m sure a bunch of shit happened out in the world this past week. I know I’ve seen a lot of it, but I really can’t be bothered to commit any of it to memory anymore. All the news is anymore is a convoluted Mad Libz game where even the people don’t change – Trump [VERB] [PREDICATE] ZOMG!
So, I drink, I laugh, I focus on work that requires a level of weaponized autism that is frankly beyond me, but here we are, here we go.
This weekend looks to bring the first serious heat of summer, which is fitting, since this is the first weekend of summer. If I can steal away to the hammock for a few ours with a strong book and a stronger tea, I’ll consider the time well-spent.
Get ‘em in, and enjoy the weekend.

SONG SELECTION

Hallelujah
Live Performance
Ryan Bingam
Gruene Hall, New Braunfels, Texas | March 2013


Good Music Friday — Antebellum II Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on June 16, 2017

Is it really a civil war when only one side is shootin’?
Perhaps that is a question best left to the rhetorical until the time we no longer have the luxury to ignore it. Remember how for the past, oh, decade or so, I’ve been saying people will soon lose their shit, flip their biscuits, shorten their time preferences, and unleash their retarded inner children upon us all?
We’re there.
HASHTAG FINALLY.
I wish I could say I don’t know what comes next, so that it would be as much a surprise to me as it seems to be to a lot of other people, but alas, we’ve been down this road a’fore, we’ll be down it again, and whomever gets to the ruins last is a rotten egg, probably literally, and it’s not even the Summer of Our Discontent yet.
Somehow we’re a day late and a decade early, which is no kind of way to get caught with your pants down. By the time the sun sets on all of this, there will no longer be such a thing as middle-of-the-road, undecided, independent, moderate, or unaffiliated.
Tribe versus tribe clear on to Doomsday.
Thank God I have a redoubt.
Hate to cut and run, but there’s meaningless work to be done to secure the lucre to afford the resources to then do the meaningful work that must be done.
Decade late and a day early, remember.
In honor of the supposed news that the Mars Curiosity rover found a WWII-era Nazi helmet on the surface of Mars, let’s head into the weekend the only we know how.
Get ‘em in and have a great one.

SONG SELECTION

Master Race (In Outer Space)
When In Rome, Do As The Vandals
The Vandals
National Trust Records | 1984


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on June 9, 2017

YRIDFA once again beckons.
So here we are.
Here we were.
Here we shall ever be.
The difference between a rut and the grave is just a couple of inches.
Which is really no difference at all.
So the erstwhile director of the FBI flamed out over the twilight sky like a barely perceptible shower of meteors, come-and-gone before you even knew what you were looking at, and the one rarely spoken of benefit of a Trump administration is that all of the dirt is likely already known, and near completely ineffective. Past administrations since Hoover have feared the position of FBI Director and treated its occupants with kid gloves, presumably because those previous directors were never shy about orchestrating clandestine shenanigans to attack said administration.
Now that its become clear even to the mouth-breathing, window-licking, pants-wetting retards that Comey and Co. have committed many more high crimes and misdemeanors than Trump and Co. could hope to, maybe this will all quiet down and we can enjoy our summer.
Who am I kidding.
Anyway, off to earn a buck.
Get ‘em in, and have a bitchin’ weekend.

SONG SELECTION

Jamaican Inspector Man
Psych: The Musical
Steve Franks & The Friendly Indians
USA Networks | 2013


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on June 2, 2017

Guess what day it is.
C’mon.
Guess.
GUESS WHAT FUCKING DAY IT IS.
You’ll never guess it.
Not in a million fucking years.
Who am I kidding.
Of course you will.
So I’m reading the news this morning, scrolling through headlines (this is not the future I was promised), and I see that the full state Senate here in the land of sunshine and mayhem has voted to pass the single-payer health care bill – the one with the friendly sunshine cost estimate of $400 billion a year – without any provision on how it will be funded. Do keep in mind the entire state budget for the coming year is somewhere in the neighborhood of $120 billion, and the state takes in LESS than that every year in all revenue streams combined, with the highest taxes across the board for any state in the country.
It sounds insane.
It looks insane.
And you know what?
These motherfuckers are just crazy enough to do it, blatantly, without even pretending to care how it will be paid for.
Then, before the governor’s ink is even dry on the bill, hundreds of thousands of insurance workers in the state and millions nationwide lose their jobs, millions more workers in the state will flee the workforce both voluntarily and otherwise, and $400 billion a year suddenly turns into $1 trillion a year as the world’s derelicts and chronic disease incubators flood the state.
For all those who desperately wish to see California crumble to the sea, this should do it.
And I have to admit, I hope it happens, because it’ll be a sight to see.
In other news, the psychos with the agitprop megaphones spend nearly every minute of every day screaming about some insignificant something that Trump did, said, thought, suggested, or considered, so much so that I don’t hardly pay attention anymore. For all I know he shouted CONVFEFE while stabbing Gaia in the ovaries at the Eiffel Tower.
I know that doesn’t sound right, but that’s what I’ve gleaned.
Anyway, it’s early, I’ve got more work ahead of me than should be allowed by law, and I’m going to head out to the hammock instead with a fortified iced tea and a book on the history of the Crusades suggested to me by the Kurgan.
Onward, friends, to Oblivion!
Get ‘em in and have a great weekend.

SONG SELECTION

The Ghost Who Haunts Me
S/T
The Cowmen
587095 Records DK | 2015


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 26, 2017

The bad news: we just did this.
The less-bad news: before you can blink, we’ll do this again.
The good news: while we have to perpetually suffer a never-ending state of Friday, we don’t have to suffer through it sober.
God’s mercy, right there.
In other news, I’m so unbelievably busy I think dropping dead would be a bit of a relief. At least there’d be some rest.
And the side gig hasn’t hardly begun yet. Paperwork is signed, and I’m doing some prep work to scope out phase 1 ahead of the project’s early June kickoff.
The things we do in pursuit of financial independence.
In the larger world, it seems every other week brings new fantasies of impeaching Trump, oscillating between the fevered dreams of their conspiracy theories of Russians hacking elections and frothing indignant reproachments of conservatives for wondering aloud if a DNC operative was wacked in a Federal park during a botched bid to prevent the leakage of sensitive emails exposing Team DNC of fraud, electioneering, and numerous high crimes and misdemeanors.
I can’t tell if those frothing reproachments come from a place that hits too close to the truth, or if they simply lead the narrative away from the preferred, science-is-settled-you-inbread-Drumpftards culprit of Rushin Hax.
Also worthy of note is the 4th circuit court of appeals upheld the injunction against Trump’s six-nation travel ban, declaring that Trump’s statements during the campaign render any action he takes on immigration illegitimate, which is an impressive and thorough molestation of the available penumbras, one would think the proceedings belong at a science fiction convention rather than a court of law.
Other bits in this Rorschach Test of our civic decline, two white women made the galling mistake of starting a small business selling burritos and telling a newspaper that they got the tortilla recipe from actual Mexicans. Guess what happened next.
A California State Senate Committee found out this week that providing single-payer universal healthcare would cost the state far more than its annual operating budget, a budget still riddled with furlough closures and enough mafia bookkeeping to make Hoffa weep, wherever he’s buried. And despite this fact, while proudly declaring THERE IS NO FISCAL PLAN TO ACCOMMODATE IT, this State Senate Committee passed the single-payer measure without debate so it can be sent to a floor vote in the State Senate. Guess what happens next.
A bunch of tweens were blowed up exiting a pop concert in the UK, and despite more bodies, and more carnage, and the crumbling of society, the schedule for your replacement must not be hindered in the slightest, because the most dangerous thing in the world is still White Privilege(tm pending), so get used to being blowed up and laid off, not necessarily in that order, Drumpftards.
Time to drink.
Yes, I know.
10 in the AM.
Don’t care.
I ONLY SEE THE BARREN FIELDS IN WHICH MY FUCKS DO NOT GROW.
Have a great weekend, and get ‘em in.

SONG SELECTION

A Symphony Of Violence
cf. 1812 Overture
John Wick 2 Promotional | 2017


Good Music Friday 

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 19, 2017

CONDITION: PERSISTING
CURRENT ADDRESS: 1313 OBLIVION PKWY
SITREP: GOING DOWN

SONG SELECTION

(We Will Not) Remember You
We Are…The League
Anti-Nowhere League
WXYZ Records | 1982

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 12, 2017

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Have a bitchin’ weekend, and get ’em in.

SONG SELECTION

Walk Away
Studio Demo
Bad Religion
Epitaph Records | 1990


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 5, 2017

You know what day it is.
I know what day it is.
Not a soul among us doesn’t know what day it is, what day it always is, what day it is always destined to be.
It’s time to face facts, ladies and gentlemen. We’re in a Friday-shaped rut called LIFE and for all the possible headings among the 9 dimensions, there is only one direction out of here.
Long story short, I’m getting fucking obliterated tonight, because that’s still my right as an American clinging to the mortal coil by his fingernails.
What a goddamn week.
I can’t shake the feeling that something’s afoot. I can’t see them, but I can hear fighter jets in the skies around here all the time for the past week or so. You know what an F-16 sounds like. Combined with military officials falling all over themselves to downplay the fact that US fighters intercepted Russian bombers under fighter escort off the coast of Alaska. The “nothing to see here, move along” line from “top military officials” means almost precisely the opposite. Coupled with the weird Russian cargo planes that have been regularly coming into and out of SFO and LAX for the past few days, and the weird dreams I’ve been having of nukes over Los Angeles, it’s getting to be about that time, folks.
Probably nothing.
Could be something.
Would kill for just one good night’s sleep anymore at any rate.
Cutting it short again. Too many plates balancing on durndles mid-spin.
Have a great weekend and get ‘em in, friends.

SONG SELECTION

Drunk And Drivin’
Sweet Revenge
The Matadors
Stumble Records | 2008


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 28, 2017

YESITSFRIDAYWHATAREYOUGOINGTODOABOUTITAGAIN.
So while it is once again the day it always seems to be, this week comes replete with good news a’plenty. Yesterday I secured a side gig that, if it lasts the 3 years it is projected to, provides enough room in the financials for yours truly to 1) pay off Casa de Huckleberry in 3 years instead of 8 and b) simultaneously pull the trigger on the purchase of a great fat spread of Leave Me The Fuck Alone acreage in a part of the land that has not yet been entirely forsaken by God.
It’s been a good week.
Now I just have to sit tight and sweat out the next three or four weeks while the contracts are signed and my lawyer battles their lawyers for supreme advantage.
Of course, if it comes together I may not even have the time for these weekly posts either. I suppose I can just create an automated script with a text randomizer and a weekly loop of YouTube embeds.
Anyway.
So there may be war with North Korea; there may be Antifa lunatics in the streets; there may be enemies and traitors and cucks everywhere you look.
But there’s tactical nuclear weapons, Based Stick Man, and a legion of woke-as-fuck/tired-as-Hell warriors bleeding away from quotidian life and jumping into the fight.
YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME TODAY.
Have a bitchin’ weekend and get ’em the fuck in.
Also, do check out El Borak’s first piece over at Men Of The West. It may be familiar to you, but it’s still damn well worth the read.

SONG SELECTION

Money Talks
Live Performance
AC/DC
Live at Donington | 1991


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 21, 2017

I AM CONTEMPLATING THE GENOCIDE OF AN ENTIRE GENERATION.
WORKED 17 OF THE PAST 24 HOURS AND I’M GOING TO DRINK MYSELF SILLY NOW.
GET ‘EM IN.

SONG SELECTION

Plain To See
Beyond
Government Issue
Dr. Strange Records | 1991