My views on politics, life, death, the army, and other things too miscellaneous to mention here. This is a personal blog. This blog is 100% factual.
Bill Duckwing
Poet, Author, Journalist
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"There are some myths and untruths surrounding the role God plays in our daily lives. To say that religion and politics do not mix, is certainly a myth, unless you ask a liberal. Anything that affects a Christian (and voting is one of them) — enters into the religious realm. Trying to separate the two is like trying to separate oil from a glass of water, it's impossible to do. "
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Thursday, May 27, 2004
I've Been Hijacked!
Actually, the thing is that I just haven't bothered to update my Amazon links in awhile, so the dead links appear as the really horrible colorful things with balloons and confetti enticing you to visit their main site. Sorry bout that...
I headed into Arlington today to re-watch Bowling for Columbine with a friend. She's a gun-control freak, and I'm not the biggest proponent for gun control you'll meet on the streets, so she might've gotten a bit more out of it than I did. But there's something about Michael Moore that gets to me in his films. He's an asshole of a public speaker about politics. It's not so much what he says but how he says it. But as a film maker, there's obviously a concern about his subjects and a willingness to let the events speak for themselves - things absolutely essential for a documentary film. I thought Bowling for Columbine was a bit preachy -Michael Moore was obviously trying to get his own viewpoint in, and at times it felt wrong for the film. At the same time, the moments in the movie that work, click so well that it's hard to imagine a better medium that Michael Moore could work in than as a documentarian.
I also tend to overlook MM's more outstanding flaws because he's a film maker willing to give a voice to and an uncondescending analysis of the underpriveledged. Which is actually kinda fucking amazing right now, someone who not only interested in them but is also talented enough to portray them in an uncondescending light.
I look forward to seeing the F 9-11 thing when they finally get around to putting in out over here in the States.
By the way, still on vacation...
-duckwing, at 10:02 PM
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Friday, May 21, 2004
Actually, Fuck Vacation...
I'm sorry, but while I'd love to just go ahead and ignore the rest of the world for the next couple of weeks, unfortunately, the news and current events today have forced my hand.
Again, I'd totally like to apologize for even suggesting I'd ever take a break here. When you are a poet, an author, and a journalist, there is no such thing as a "vacation." Or "free time."
The fact is, Bush is in trouble. With a Capital T and the Rhymes with P and that stands for "Pool." This is bad. It's not even remotely funny. Music Man quotations? What the fuck is up with that? The whole World Wide Web is mocking us, and yet we must stand like paraplegics and take this abuse. Well, fuck that...
We must again step up to the plate and show them "Who's the Boss" over on Al Hurra. This is the only way.
Actually, I'm just kidding. I'm still on vacation...see ya in June!
-duckwing, at 9:33 PM
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Wednesday, May 19, 2004
On Hiatus
This is probably a given to some of you, but I'm going on vacation and taking a couple of weeks off this blog to work on some stuff. Some writing, some work related.
Current events have been unbelievable, but I can't quite tap into that right now. That being said, if any of you would like to contribute a thing or two the next couple of weeks, just for shits and giggles, email me with your blog url and stuff and I'll put you up as a guest blogger here. I'm extremely low on the internet totem pole, but I'd definitely get a kick out it.
Anyway, I, Bill Duckwing will be back with a mission the first week of June. Until then, play nice...
-duckwing, at 8:31 PM
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Thursday, May 13, 2004
The Call of Cicada
Some bug attacks another bug out in real time, baby...
Again, I apologize to the best of my ability for the lack of posts lately. It's springtime in the real world, and every 17 years or so, bloom the cicadas, specifically Brood X, which of course is the only cool and rock-out brood in the cicada world.
I'm a little freaked out, because most of my friends live in cool high-rises without parks or trees in Arlington, and they say they haven't seen a single one, and I'm stuck here in Suburban Maryland, which has lots of trees and lots of cicadas chilling out and molting around my porch. At least 50.
And that's just a big guesstimate, IMHO...
There they go again, just freaking out about something normal humans cannot see...
In a way, they're kinda cute. Freaking out every seventeen years, and molting like crazy and stuff. I kinda feel sorry for all the people driving out here in the mid-atlantic when they peak out.
That's gotta suck.
But if you're a cicada watcher, the biggest point is: do not freak out. They're mostly harmless, but they totally knock themselves out with big gigantic pans and shovels when you guys totally freak out over about how big they are. Be careful out there.
-duckwing, at 10:10 PM
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Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Smile, Dammit!
Sometimes, when I'm out walking the street, I get extremely annoyed by the people walking by. Eyes down, hands in pockets, and a perma-frown plastered onto their faces, in the Springtime, like the whole wide world is just this big crushing object hoisted up upon their narrow shoulders.
"Stop frowning, dammit!" I say to them as they passed by. Sometimes this gets a look, more often a sneer.
Which is a shame, because more often than not, I seek to brighten the moods of others. Sunshine doesn't grow on trees for others to pick like fruit and sequester for themselves. So I made it my goal so to cheer other people up.
"Stop frowning."
Frown.
"Stop frowning."
Frown.
"Stop frowning."
Big sarcastic grin from a goofball woman speedwalking by in tennis shoes.
"Cut it out, and cheer up."
This never works. Americans are individualists. You cannot exactly spell it out, because they hate being told what to do, directly.
So I started out doing intentional pratfalls. Y'know, what Gerald Ford ended up doing after he pardoned Richard Nixon (who some will say bears an uncanny likeness to me). I'd look out for public places, places with lot of people around, chatting or drinking coffee, or whatever, and take a big old digger.
And boom, lots of smiling people.
"Watch that first step, tee hee!"
"Man, maybe you need some new glasses! Hee haw!"
And so I'd set myself up, over and over again, to throw myself down again. And people got a big kick out of all of this. And so it went, a la Gerald Ford...
-duckwing, at 10:15 PM
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