A lot of sick shit going on in this country nowadays.
People who try to maintain an honest living are now relying on charity food closets because their paycheck isn’t keeping up with the rising food prices (not to mention the rising cost of fuel to get them TO and FROM their jobs.) Of course, that’s if they have jobs. Those are drying up faster than the price inflated fruit and vegetables on the supermarket counter.
And in the meantime, the stock market continues to bounce on back. (Oh, joy! That must be great news for those who are cashing out their 401K early to keep up with the house payments!) And meanwhile, Uncle Ben and the Fed are supposedly planning to lower their main interest rate again (and for those of you keeping score, that will be the seventh time Bernanke's Fed has cut the rate since September of 2007.) Because of this narrow gain in the marketplace, the pundits of CNBC, Motley Fool, et al, are pooh-poohing the supposedly silly naysayers who are, in the opinion of these Wall Street apologists’ (horse blinder-aided) view of the real world, making a big deal out of nothing! The economy is fine, in their high and mighty anointed estimation! Just stick it out and everything will be just tits!
Oh, Wall Street, just fuck off and die already! This could end up being even worse than the Great Depression of the 1930s because there is actually more bailout opportunities for Big Business thanks to the whore-on-call rescue tactics of the U.S. Gummint. The Bush Administration really doesn’t need to listen to the concerns of actual working people (not that that’s ever really happened anyway.) Dubya Incorporated’s method of addressing the proletariat’s economic woes is to dole out chump change checks to everybody who filed income tax returns last year and tell ‘em “Hey, here’s a few bucks, go to Wal-Mart and get the fuck out of my face.” A $600 and up chicken in every pot.
Yeah, at this point, most of us are fucked. And most folks on the lower end of the system are probably stupid and apathetic enough at this point to let things continue to worsen without much reaction.
I may not be the Universal Master of All Answers, but I do know that those of us who do all the actual work in the world need to get together and do something SOON. Otherwise, although it may not happen in our lifetimes, there’s an excellent chance that, if you are part of the mainstream labor force now, in the near future your children and their children and so on will be owned. And I don’t mean, “owned” in any hip, slang, figurative sense.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
COMIC BOOK REVISIONISM AT ITS UGLIEST
Y'know, I could waste WAY too much time on this Speech Bubbler site thingy...



(Credit where credit is due... big thanks to Beancounters for the referral.)



(Credit where credit is due... big thanks to Beancounters for the referral.)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
HOW TO ERECT A NEW LOGO FOR THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT
Bureaucracy could only produce a fucked up concept like this.
Here is a recently proposed "rebranding" of the logo for the UK's Office of Government Commerce...

The government contracted design firm, FHD, was really stoked about their accomplishment, that is, until somebody decided to turn the logo at a 90 degree clockwise angle...

Now, although I appreciate the honesty that they are displaying in finally admitting that the government is loaded with a bunch of wankers, this is going just a wee bit too far.
Here is the story about how FHD almost, erm, pulled it off. Click Here, Pilgrim
Here is a recently proposed "rebranding" of the logo for the UK's Office of Government Commerce...

The government contracted design firm, FHD, was really stoked about their accomplishment, that is, until somebody decided to turn the logo at a 90 degree clockwise angle...

Now, although I appreciate the honesty that they are displaying in finally admitting that the government is loaded with a bunch of wankers, this is going just a wee bit too far.
Here is the story about how FHD almost, erm, pulled it off. Click Here, Pilgrim
Thursday, April 10, 2008
BUT HEY, AT LEAST THE RECIPE'S EASY
If you would like to see a glimpse of what the perfect storm of out-of-control fuel prices, rising unemployment and neo-feudalist living standards will look like in 2013 America (if the government continues to bail out corporate fuckups and the people stupidly play along and/or look the other way,) look no further than today's Haiti, courtesy of NBC News/MSNBC. Dirt cookies, indeed.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
THE CEA PORK BARREL: UPDATE

YAY! Schwarzenegger reads my blog!
Or, somebody working for him, perhaps. Let's follow the timeline:
THURSDAY, MARCH 13, 2008 - Michael Psycho comments on the seemingly ambiguous job title of "Career Executive Assignment" (CEA) when pertaining to state job positions. He also wonders why state agencies need so many friggin' CEAs.
THURSDAY, APRIL 3, 2008 - The Sacramento Bee reports, AND (risking copyright infringement,) I quote,
"Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has restricted salary increases for 1,330 supervisors throughout state agencies and authorized an audit to find out why some are making more than allowed under the current pay scale.
In a March 24 memo obtained by The Bee, Personnel Administration Department Director David Gilb ordered state directors and agency secretaries to immediately halt salary increases for a certain class of civil servants working in management positions but not covered by unions. Others will be eligible for a smaller raise than previously allowed.
"Any CEA salary currently above the maximum salary of their respective level is frozen; no additional salary increases within the CEA bands may be authorized," Gilb wrote."
The story goes on to say that - no surprise here - there are CEAs being paid OVER the maximum salary for the job. Audits are planned and the wheels of bureaucracy are in full spin to make it look like something will be done.
So, hey, Arnie, you're welcome. I had no problem with making you aware of that information. Feel free to drop by anytime.
Here is the original blog entry: Click here, Pilgrim
And here is the article in the Bee. You'll probably have to register. Click Here, Pilgrim
Friday, March 28, 2008
I ALWAYS KNEW THAT SID HAD ROYAL BLOOD IN HIM
You know, sometimes I just happen to notice the weirdest shit.
Case in point: Below is an ad for the TV series The Tudors.

Okay. Now here is a picture of Sid Vicious.

Perhaps there are those of you out there who are a little sloooow and still aren't seeing it. Let's try a side-by-side comparison:

Yeah. I know. Trippy, huh?
Case in point: Below is an ad for the TV series The Tudors.

Okay. Now here is a picture of Sid Vicious.

Perhaps there are those of you out there who are a little sloooow and still aren't seeing it. Let's try a side-by-side comparison:

Yeah. I know. Trippy, huh?
Sunday, March 23, 2008
INTERESTING THINGS ABOUT THE NUMBER 4000
Well, it's been a little hectic for me lately, so for this blog entry I'm just going to keep things light with a lil' numerology analysis, 'kay? Cool. Here we go.
INTERESTING THINGS ABOUT THE NUMBER 4000
-In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus fed 4000 Gentiles. You know, that thing with the loaves and fishes that he pulled off. Same with the Gospel of Mark.
-Hassidic tradition states that there are always 36 Tsaddiks (spiritual masters or adepts) in this world at all times. Each of these 36 individuals are responsible for bestowing what basically can be decribed as immortal grace to 4000 Earthlings. Multplying those numbers (4000 x 36) will give you the nifty sum of 144000; yet another famous biblical number which provides plenty of parlor conversation for both Jehovah's Witnesses and Harmonic Convergence freaks for hours upon end.
-4000 is both a natural and a decagonal number. Unless you're a math or computer science nerd, this means absolutely nothing.
-4000 in Roman numerals is MMMM. If a restaurant owner back in the days of Pontius Pilate was smart enough he or she would have named the establishment "4000." Now THAT'S a name that would have subliminally packed the joint from wall to wall, floor to ceiling.
There's one other thing I wanted to mention about the number 4000 today but I forgot. Something to do with what I just heard on the news today. Oh well, I'll sleep on it and maybe I'll remember tomorrow. It probably wasn't anything people care that much about anyway.
INTERESTING THINGS ABOUT THE NUMBER 4000
-In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus fed 4000 Gentiles. You know, that thing with the loaves and fishes that he pulled off. Same with the Gospel of Mark.
-Hassidic tradition states that there are always 36 Tsaddiks (spiritual masters or adepts) in this world at all times. Each of these 36 individuals are responsible for bestowing what basically can be decribed as immortal grace to 4000 Earthlings. Multplying those numbers (4000 x 36) will give you the nifty sum of 144000; yet another famous biblical number which provides plenty of parlor conversation for both Jehovah's Witnesses and Harmonic Convergence freaks for hours upon end.
-4000 is both a natural and a decagonal number. Unless you're a math or computer science nerd, this means absolutely nothing.
-4000 in Roman numerals is MMMM. If a restaurant owner back in the days of Pontius Pilate was smart enough he or she would have named the establishment "4000." Now THAT'S a name that would have subliminally packed the joint from wall to wall, floor to ceiling.
There's one other thing I wanted to mention about the number 4000 today but I forgot. Something to do with what I just heard on the news today. Oh well, I'll sleep on it and maybe I'll remember tomorrow. It probably wasn't anything people care that much about anyway.
Monday, March 17, 2008
NEWSPRINT: THE KRYPTONITE OF THE UPPER CLASS
I’ve got to admit it: I love conspiracy theories.
The latest one I’ve concocted goes something like this:
Somebody has grabbed the newspaper industry by the nuts and they are shameless supporters of plutocracy and they’re on a mission. Somehow, they’ve got it in their sick little heads that by taking out the print product and leaving the online version of news available, a new lower class can be (un)developed and exploited due to the fact that their information sources would suddenly be reduced to the soundbites of TV coverage (IF they have cable or a digital-compatible set.) There’s always radio, but who actually owns one of those anymore?
Sure, a network like NPR might take up more relevance, but, just like the TV networks, they have a certain level of dependency on the established papers for facts and sources and in-depth coverage and accuracy and ethics and all that. So shutting down paper journalism would be like applying a double-edged sword to both the dissemination of information and American citizens’ access to integrity of information in itself.
Somehow, somebody caught the ears of the major newspaper companies in this country and convinced them that the sky is falling. In reality, although the circulation numbers have fallen considerably, newspapers – and I mean newsPAPERS, not the online stories lifted from newspapers – continue to pull in a tidy profit. Ah, but they’re not profiting as much as before, so it’s time to panic like a bunch of pokies hearing a car’s backfire and thinking that it’s a shotgun, and shut down the print operation so’s we can git into this here brave new world of online media that all these crazy kids are into nowadays!
Makes a lot of sense, that is, if you support lowering opportunities for advancement and effectively cutting the lower rungs of the economic ladder. All those folks reading papers on public transit, in cafes, even in the public library, have a vital tie to the “civilized” world pulled away. Information is simply – gone - like want ads, and housing rental classifieds, and no more grocery store ads to compare, unless you have junk mail sent to your mailbox, and hopefully you have found a job and have a place to live through some other means somehow, because you don’t have a very good tie to the Internet unless you sign up on a mile long waiting list at the library or borrow somebody’s computer.
Which brings us to the reality behind yet another lie propagated by the death knell ringers of newspapers: contrary to their sermons, folks aren’t as wired as the pro-online preachers claim. Sure, estimates nowadays show that up to 92 percent of the country can receive high-speed connectivity, but how many people can actually afford it, let alone a personal computer? My unscientific estimate says: not that many, especially when you factor in that 55% of the country is working class or lower in income. Which means that, at best, only up to 45% of Americans can take full advantage of the Internet and that includes the socio-economic benefits.
When the classes detach further between rich and poor (and the glass ceiling between them gets thicker and more bulletproof) don’t come crying to me. At least I tried to warn somebody.
The latest one I’ve concocted goes something like this:
Somebody has grabbed the newspaper industry by the nuts and they are shameless supporters of plutocracy and they’re on a mission. Somehow, they’ve got it in their sick little heads that by taking out the print product and leaving the online version of news available, a new lower class can be (un)developed and exploited due to the fact that their information sources would suddenly be reduced to the soundbites of TV coverage (IF they have cable or a digital-compatible set.) There’s always radio, but who actually owns one of those anymore?
Sure, a network like NPR might take up more relevance, but, just like the TV networks, they have a certain level of dependency on the established papers for facts and sources and in-depth coverage and accuracy and ethics and all that. So shutting down paper journalism would be like applying a double-edged sword to both the dissemination of information and American citizens’ access to integrity of information in itself.
Somehow, somebody caught the ears of the major newspaper companies in this country and convinced them that the sky is falling. In reality, although the circulation numbers have fallen considerably, newspapers – and I mean newsPAPERS, not the online stories lifted from newspapers – continue to pull in a tidy profit. Ah, but they’re not profiting as much as before, so it’s time to panic like a bunch of pokies hearing a car’s backfire and thinking that it’s a shotgun, and shut down the print operation so’s we can git into this here brave new world of online media that all these crazy kids are into nowadays!
Makes a lot of sense, that is, if you support lowering opportunities for advancement and effectively cutting the lower rungs of the economic ladder. All those folks reading papers on public transit, in cafes, even in the public library, have a vital tie to the “civilized” world pulled away. Information is simply – gone - like want ads, and housing rental classifieds, and no more grocery store ads to compare, unless you have junk mail sent to your mailbox, and hopefully you have found a job and have a place to live through some other means somehow, because you don’t have a very good tie to the Internet unless you sign up on a mile long waiting list at the library or borrow somebody’s computer.
Which brings us to the reality behind yet another lie propagated by the death knell ringers of newspapers: contrary to their sermons, folks aren’t as wired as the pro-online preachers claim. Sure, estimates nowadays show that up to 92 percent of the country can receive high-speed connectivity, but how many people can actually afford it, let alone a personal computer? My unscientific estimate says: not that many, especially when you factor in that 55% of the country is working class or lower in income. Which means that, at best, only up to 45% of Americans can take full advantage of the Internet and that includes the socio-economic benefits.
When the classes detach further between rich and poor (and the glass ceiling between them gets thicker and more bulletproof) don’t come crying to me. At least I tried to warn somebody.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
THE CEA PORK BARREL
Hey you state worker folks out there.
C'mere a minute. I've got something to ask ya.
What the fuck is a CEA?
Never mind. I already know the answer. According to the California State Personnel Board's statutory definition:
"Government Code Section 18547 defines Career Executive Assignment "as an appointment to a high administrative and policy influencing position within the state civil service in which the incumbent's primary responsibility is the managing of a function or the rendering of management advice to lop level administrative authority". Such a position can be established only in the top managerial levels of state service and is typified by broad responsibility for policy implementation and extensive participation in policy evolvement."
OK, so your job is to boss people around. And advise on a whole bunch of undefined shit.
No surprise there, that this type of gig would exist in a bureaucracy. But now that we have oriented ourselves somewhat with this CEA position, answer this question for me.
Why the fuck does the Department of Motor Vehicles need 35 of these CEAs?
At between $84,120 and $129,948.00 a year?
From the looks of it, if you cut 4 of those CEA positions loose, you could hire about a dozen key data operators who could help process registration and license renewals so that the state's drivers don't have to wait 2 months for a response to what they had to apply for!
And I guess that the DMV isn't the only department where this decent CEA setup can be acquired. Parks and Recreation has 19, Board of Equalization 31, Franchise Tax Board, 44! And on and on! By the time I discovered that the Department of Transportation had 88 of these rocket scientists, I got tired of checking.
Bravo to the Sacramento Bee for making the state pay database easily accessible. And as for the state workers who were protesting at 21st and Q Streets like they had "Missing The Point" stamped across their foreheads, perhaps you could go to all of these state agencies guilty of CEA abuse and demand to give back some jobs that do some real work. But then again they probably couldn't possibly have time to cover all of the locations necessary in one decade.
Check out the Bee's state pay database. to borrow a slogan from the California State Fair (who apparently only has one CEA- for now,) it's Big Fun! Click Here, Pilgrim
C'mere a minute. I've got something to ask ya.
What the fuck is a CEA?
Never mind. I already know the answer. According to the California State Personnel Board's statutory definition:
"Government Code Section 18547 defines Career Executive Assignment "as an appointment to a high administrative and policy influencing position within the state civil service in which the incumbent's primary responsibility is the managing of a function or the rendering of management advice to lop level administrative authority". Such a position can be established only in the top managerial levels of state service and is typified by broad responsibility for policy implementation and extensive participation in policy evolvement."
OK, so your job is to boss people around. And advise on a whole bunch of undefined shit.
No surprise there, that this type of gig would exist in a bureaucracy. But now that we have oriented ourselves somewhat with this CEA position, answer this question for me.
Why the fuck does the Department of Motor Vehicles need 35 of these CEAs?
At between $84,120 and $129,948.00 a year?
From the looks of it, if you cut 4 of those CEA positions loose, you could hire about a dozen key data operators who could help process registration and license renewals so that the state's drivers don't have to wait 2 months for a response to what they had to apply for!
And I guess that the DMV isn't the only department where this decent CEA setup can be acquired. Parks and Recreation has 19, Board of Equalization 31, Franchise Tax Board, 44! And on and on! By the time I discovered that the Department of Transportation had 88 of these rocket scientists, I got tired of checking.
Bravo to the Sacramento Bee for making the state pay database easily accessible. And as for the state workers who were protesting at 21st and Q Streets like they had "Missing The Point" stamped across their foreheads, perhaps you could go to all of these state agencies guilty of CEA abuse and demand to give back some jobs that do some real work. But then again they probably couldn't possibly have time to cover all of the locations necessary in one decade.
Check out the Bee's state pay database. to borrow a slogan from the California State Fair (who apparently only has one CEA- for now,) it's Big Fun! Click Here, Pilgrim
Saturday, March 08, 2008
SECOND SATURDAY: R.I.P.
Second Saturday. Through.
Not that I was that crazy about it in the first place.
For those of you living outside of the Sacramento area, the best way to describe the local Second Saturday, erm, happenings is like this:
In your burg, there's probably a bunch of art fart types desperate for patronage/attention/income who can't possibly get enough of all 3. But of course, there's this loftier mission that they come up with of enlightening the poor, unwashed masses to their brilliant creative offerings (at least that's what their spouses and moms tell them) and hopefully collect a few hundred bucks from some insecure yuppie trying to prove to their friends how culturally hip they are by picking up this possible future legend's scrap metal sculpture or brushed acrylic on dumpster-dived drywall painting.
So step number two usually invloves getting the gallery owners to agree on a particular night on a specific week of the month, stock up at Trader Joe's on the French Onion Pita Chips, Australian Cheddar and Cabernet Sauvignon and voila! We have an art walk!
Fuck that shit. I only needed to go out on a couple of these exercises in futility to realize that it is about as rewarding and interesting to me as watching a street person rearrange his or her cans and bottles in his or her shopping cart. No, strike that, the latter activity is much more fun.
For starters, if the organizers behind this event planning think that they are attracting new support for the local art scene, they are dreadfully wrong. It's usually the same old assholes month after month (chiefly comprised of the artists, gallery people and their friends and family, with a few of the usual poseur party people thrown in) showing up at the galleries to hang out and socialize and get shitfaced loaded and remind themselves of how way fuckin' cool and cutting edge they are for being part of the very stink of hipness they are farting into the Sacramento night and you should be so lucky as to be inhaling downwind!
No thanks. I'll wear my gas mask until midnight on Second (or Third) Sunday and pass, thanks much. I'm one of those crazy folks that actually goes out to the gallery or-shudder!-the Crocker once in awhile. And when I'm in that thar big city with the humungous bridges down by the bay, I even take the time to go to the MOMA and check out what's new or even to get a repeat view of the stuff that's been there seemingly forever. I don't need an excuse of forced social interaction in order to take in the work of artists. When you think about it, turning the toil and sacrifice of people into a carnival show is sort of fucked. No, fuck that, it's TOTALLY fucked.
The local metropolitan art walk. It's like a spreading cancer. Click Here, Pilgrim
Not that I was that crazy about it in the first place.
For those of you living outside of the Sacramento area, the best way to describe the local Second Saturday, erm, happenings is like this:
In your burg, there's probably a bunch of art fart types desperate for patronage/attention/income who can't possibly get enough of all 3. But of course, there's this loftier mission that they come up with of enlightening the poor, unwashed masses to their brilliant creative offerings (at least that's what their spouses and moms tell them) and hopefully collect a few hundred bucks from some insecure yuppie trying to prove to their friends how culturally hip they are by picking up this possible future legend's scrap metal sculpture or brushed acrylic on dumpster-dived drywall painting.
So step number two usually invloves getting the gallery owners to agree on a particular night on a specific week of the month, stock up at Trader Joe's on the French Onion Pita Chips, Australian Cheddar and Cabernet Sauvignon and voila! We have an art walk!
Fuck that shit. I only needed to go out on a couple of these exercises in futility to realize that it is about as rewarding and interesting to me as watching a street person rearrange his or her cans and bottles in his or her shopping cart. No, strike that, the latter activity is much more fun.
For starters, if the organizers behind this event planning think that they are attracting new support for the local art scene, they are dreadfully wrong. It's usually the same old assholes month after month (chiefly comprised of the artists, gallery people and their friends and family, with a few of the usual poseur party people thrown in) showing up at the galleries to hang out and socialize and get shitfaced loaded and remind themselves of how way fuckin' cool and cutting edge they are for being part of the very stink of hipness they are farting into the Sacramento night and you should be so lucky as to be inhaling downwind!
No thanks. I'll wear my gas mask until midnight on Second (or Third) Sunday and pass, thanks much. I'm one of those crazy folks that actually goes out to the gallery or-shudder!-the Crocker once in awhile. And when I'm in that thar big city with the humungous bridges down by the bay, I even take the time to go to the MOMA and check out what's new or even to get a repeat view of the stuff that's been there seemingly forever. I don't need an excuse of forced social interaction in order to take in the work of artists. When you think about it, turning the toil and sacrifice of people into a carnival show is sort of fucked. No, fuck that, it's TOTALLY fucked.
The local metropolitan art walk. It's like a spreading cancer. Click Here, Pilgrim
Thursday, March 06, 2008
RUSH'S LISTENERS ARE THE ACTUAL LOWER PRIMATES
Some asshole called Rush Limbaugh and gushed that his 12 year old daughter mentioned that Barack Obama reminds her of Curious George. A monkey. 12 year old daughter. Yeahrite buddy.
While normally I would not dignify this stupid shit with a reaction, I need to point out who the real life Curious George actually is.
While normally I would not dignify this stupid shit with a reaction, I need to point out who the real life Curious George actually is.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
AND THEN THEY WENT DANCING AT "FACES" - HAR HAR HAR
Lisa Heyamoto, in her Sacramento Bee Column (dateline 3/1/08) makes a reference to a lunch sighting at Midtown's Zocalo trendoid feeding trough.
Apparently, without naming names but making it so painfully obvious as to who these folks actually are, she relates that West Sacramento's mayor, Christopher Cabaldon, and Sacramento's latest wannabe mayor, ex-NBA star Kevin Johnson, were lunching together, perhaps for KJ to get some feedback on what it's like to be a big city type mayor without having to speak to his future probable opponent, Heather Fargo.
But what's really noticible is the comment that Lisa enters at the end of the item, and I quote:
The mystery politician, whose name rhymes with "Mabaldon,"said the two are friends and were simply having lunch. The two then gabbed about "American Idol" before hitting the mall.
So, Lisa, what are you implying here? This would be a relatively harmless joke except for the fact that Mayor Cabaldon is openly gay. Not that I'm accusing anyone of a homophobic remark. I'm just saying that Lisa's remarks could raise questions of what readers DON'T know about these two at this point. Yes, people ARE that stupid.
Or, on the other hand, maybe these two are just fellow Scientologists and haven't come out about their affiliation with El Ron and the Clams yet.
Apparently, without naming names but making it so painfully obvious as to who these folks actually are, she relates that West Sacramento's mayor, Christopher Cabaldon, and Sacramento's latest wannabe mayor, ex-NBA star Kevin Johnson, were lunching together, perhaps for KJ to get some feedback on what it's like to be a big city type mayor without having to speak to his future probable opponent, Heather Fargo.
But what's really noticible is the comment that Lisa enters at the end of the item, and I quote:
The mystery politician, whose name rhymes with "Mabaldon,"said the two are friends and were simply having lunch. The two then gabbed about "American Idol" before hitting the mall.
So, Lisa, what are you implying here? This would be a relatively harmless joke except for the fact that Mayor Cabaldon is openly gay. Not that I'm accusing anyone of a homophobic remark. I'm just saying that Lisa's remarks could raise questions of what readers DON'T know about these two at this point. Yes, people ARE that stupid.
Or, on the other hand, maybe these two are just fellow Scientologists and haven't come out about their affiliation with El Ron and the Clams yet.
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