The Stoner Pundit

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Osama The Boogeyman

Does anyone ever think that Osama is just the "Boogeyman" for the US that Islam needs? That need is to raise oil prices, so that wealth flows from the Western infidels to the pockets of Allah.

Osama doesn't need to nuke us. He just has to make sure that his brethren get maximum dollars out of a diminishing resource. He just had to do 9/11 to get some credibility. Now he just threatens us and the price of oil skyrockets. His minions make a video and the price of oil goes up, up, and away.

That's why the Saudis don't really crack down too much on Al Qaeda. Hell, Al Qaeda has made them and will make them hundreds of billions of dollars. Osama's boys don't have to do anything anymore. They just have to threaten.

(That's your stoned commentary for the evening)

Monday, August 08, 2005

The Exclusive Stoner Pundit review of Weeds

So I actually forked out another 11 bucks a month to Directv for a subscription to Showtime, just to do this review. Right now it might be a mistake.

I prepared in the proper manner for a show like Weeds. Five to six good hits of the finest BC pot and a vicodin. I had to be in the right mind for this review and I am and was.

I am disappointed with the first episode. I'm not disappointed enough to stop watching. I'm expecting better things from the next episode. The preview looked better than the steaming pile of dog crap I watched last night. Actually not that bad, but it wasn't good. I know how it is though. It's the introductory episode, which means there is some perfunctory introduction scenes to help explain the characters and the plot. They should have just had Mary-Louise Parker do a narrative voice over with a video explaining everything that happened to lead her to this point and then start off in some scary or real life comedic scene.

There was some quote from a review saying that Showtime had outdone HBO or something like that. Not yet it hasn't. I admit it took 3 or 4 episodes before I saw the brilliance of The Sopranos. Six Feet Under took a little bit longer, but I eventually got hooked. HBO's Entourage, since the first episode, I have always wanted to see more. For Weeds, my patience will last until after the third or fourth episode. It better be good by then or I will not watch it again.

Freak out

So I start to think, "Am I delusional?". Perhaps I am. I want the world to be a certain way that it certainly isn't. Here I am, stoned again. Is it because my mom died? Am I just faking my way into depression, by thinking that I was just having a good time? Just relieving stress. That's all it is. But you know that's a hell of a lot of stress for someone your age. You just don't want to admit it. But then you don't know which you that you are. The paranoia sets in and you can't even comprehend the simplest things. That you've got all you really need. Happiness doesn't come from behind a desk. Unless it does. That's dependent on your personality. What values you have. What matters the most. To you.

So many things that I want to face, but the facts are difficult. I am talented. I am smart. But do how I get where I want to go? How will I use my talent? Will it just be something I dream of? Or will I do it?

I'm left here, but I'm right here. Just another little paranoid schizophrenic.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

I'm a paranoid freak who pulls pens out of his ass!

There's an interesting story to go with this title, but I'm stoned and I don't feel like talking about it.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

F@#$in A!

Volohk On Cussing

A must read. It's like all the things that are sitting in the back of my head, all those ideas and thoughts that swirl around about a mundane subject. Thought of many of these things, many a time (and not always stoned).

Instead of "So what exactly is wrong with profanity?", shouldn't it be "So what exactly the fuck is wrong with profanity?" or "So what's fucking wrong with profanity?". Or maybe "So what the fuck is wrong with fuck?". Or even "So what the fuck is fucking wrong with fucking fuck?"

There's literally endless possibilities for using a good cuss word in any conversation. Like the other day, I'm at this chick's house and I'm going to get some. She has a four year old son. So I tell him, "I'm going upstairs to fuck your mom." I'm not the type of guy to bullshit a four year old. Of course I could have said, "Hey you little fuck! I'm fucking going up the fucking stairs to fuck your fucking mom." But you know I'm just not that type of person.

Because I got high

I've been stoned for a good long while. I had some ideas for posts over the last few weeks, but instead I got high. I'm stoned right now, but I'm in the proper mood for blogging.