Rollin' Like Sisyphus

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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[FURTHER REDACTION]
[BETTER BELIEVE THIS IS REDACTED AS WELL]
[YEP, THIS TOO]
[ALSO THIS]
****
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


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 14, 2017

Still not at war yet, but it’s comin’ on quick. A quick look at the Internet shows a lot of blusterfucks trading between the US and North Korea, so, if we end up dropping the American equivalent of Tsar Bomba on the Sudan by sundown Sunday, we’ll be shooting about par.
Headed back to the Desert Redoubt in a bit to spend the weekend in utter, blissful desolation.
This is another short one, because I’ve been hassling with H1-B dot-not-feather subcontracting motherfuckers all the live-long day, and I’ve got 6 hours in a truck ahead of me.
Have a bitchin’ weekend, and a very happy Easter.

SONG SELECTION

Indestructible
Indestructible
Rancid
Epitaph Records | 2003


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 7, 2017

Coming to you live from the Casa De Huckleberry Cacti Bunker & Desert Redoubt, for no reason in particular.
So with another fake gas attack in Syria, and another real live missile strike into the heart of the Middle East, for whatever reason Trump turned on a dime, essentially dismissed the only voice of reason from the National Security Council, then lobbed $100 million in guided ordinance at $1000 worth of tarmac, FOR THE CHILDREN, and I am now more convinced than ever that there is in fact a shadow presidency run by some band of unaccountable globalist cunts, and for all of Trump’s 29-dimensional underwater blindfolded backgammon, events are unfolding right now exactly as they would’ve under Clinton, Obama, Bush, Clinton, Bush, Reagan, Carter, Ford, Nixon, and Johnson. And they shot the last guy who didn’t play ball.
So I drink, here, way out in the desert, far from any worthwhile intercontinental ballistic missile target.
It’s been a horrible day, capping off a shitty week, bottoming out a lackluster month, punching the first 33.3 percent of 2017 right in the testicles 1000 times.
Have a good weekend, friends.
Onward, then, toward oblivion.

SONG SELECTION

Support Your Troops
The Skinny Years, Before We Got Fat
Strung Out
Fat Wreck Chords | 1998


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 31, 2017

Another Friday, comin’ in hot and leavin’ room-temperature in a body bag.
Viva motherfuckin’ life, friends.
It’s been a bit of a week here and abroad, but since I hardly care about abroad, we’ll stick to proximity.
The weather has been absolutely incredible here the past couple of weeks, and I’ve been fortunate to spend a lot of it outdoors, whenever possible. In my head, I’m already in my hammock with a good book and a cooler of beers at my side, all just a few more hours away.
That really is the true folly of Southern California – for all they go on and on about how this is a desert and it’s all unnatural and blah da blah blah, the fact is there is hardly any better climate for growing a wide range of things here, especially citrus and apples. 100 years almost all of the Los Angeles Metropolitan area, and the hundreds of square miles surrounding it, were apple orchards and orange groves.
This seems a sensible and worthwhile use of the land.
Now it’s just a den of extreme iniquity, decay, sodomy, communism, and Guatemalans.
Sad.
Anyway.
I’m out for the weekend, and probably half-drunk already, so I’ll just call that victory and move on to next week.
For this week’s song selection, this is the first music video I ever saw that I actually liked.
Also, I think, the last music video I ever saw that I actually liked.
Get ‘em in and have a great weekend.

SONG SELECTION

Sabotage
Ill Communication
Beastie Boys
Capitol Records | 1994