Teenage Duel for Fatherhood

Some stories have a life of their own and the tale of a 13 year-old UK boy fathering a baby with a 15 year-old schoolgirl girlfriend has grown legs with the claim from another teenage boy that he is the true father of lil Maise and that he is willing to take a DNA test to prove it.

The young girl disavowed the news saying, “There has been no one else. I love Alfie. I lost my virginity to him. We decided to start a physical relationship because we love each other. There has been no one else. He gets very jealous when I talk to other boys and I don’t like him talking to other girls. Other stupid boys are lying.”

Other boys?

Two teenage boys have told the Press or 'the Slime' that they are potential fathers since they had shared intimacy with Chantelle at her house, but her four-foot beau, Alfie, swears, “I am the only boyfriend Chantelle’s had — and we’ve been together for two years.

The one of the other boys smirked, saying, “It was routine for boys to stay over with Chantelle in her bed. But I only slept with her the once.”

Personally I don't know what to think. At least it wasn't an Immaculate Conception like LA's Octomom.

Ban Oregon Beer Tax

Oregon has created a positive atmosphere for beer-brewing by taxing the brewers at a modest rate. 2009 is not 2008 and five state lawmakers have introduce a bill aimed at taxing each barrel of beer almost $50 to fill the state's coffers and finance alcoholism treatment.

I haven't been to Oregon since 1999. I drank a few of the home-brews. They were good, but nothing I'd want to drink day in and day out. I'm faithful to Stella Artois, the wife-beater, but I am extremely against any taxes on beer for religious purposes.

Beer is the sacramental wine of the Church of Beer. and as a devote Beermasian I protest any taxation cutting into our ability to worship the amber liquid.

The lawmakers have to be GOP.

I like to blame everything stupid on them.

Best Beer Ad

I don't drink Miller, but I like their ads better than Bud.

HELP ET

World leaders are increasingly concerned about the collapse of the global economy. No one has an answer to the problems, mostly because the problems multiply every day. I personally have been looking to the sky for our redemption. Not in the form of angels blowing clarion horns, but UFOs piloted by ETs looking to pay retail for everything we have on Earth. This is a wild dream, since our planet is located on the fringe of the galaxy far from the flow of interstellar traffic, however the universe is changing shape all the time and we can only hope that within the next six months a fleet of entertainment-hungry aliens notice the third rock from the Sun.

This hope was crushed yesterday by the sighting of a UFO flaming through the stratosphere.

Government officials claimed the phenomena was caused by the collision of a US and Soviet satellite. I know better. It was a friendly mission from the farthest reaches of the stars. They wanted to buy SUVs at the going rate. McMansions too. Instead their spacecraft struck low-orbit debris. Texans watched its fall from grace with awe.

There is no God

God-worshippers like to say, "There are no aethists in a foxhole."

I've never experienced the horror of WWI, although my grandfather served in France as a medical doctor along with my grandmother. She never spoke much about it, but somehow in my mind I think those years lessened her belief in the bearded Almighty.

My horror came three years in the form of a nervous breakdown. The causes were multiple and my treatment was self-induced catatonia mixed with suicidal urges, however throughout this dilemma I promised myself that I would never pray to god and I never did. Not once, so I was proud to hear President Obama acknowledge non-believers in his inaugerational speech.

I respect the right of others to think Gods or god exist, while I acknowledge there is a spirituality not needing a celestial spokesperson to define the divine.

We are all gods.

Not particularly good ones, but gods no less.

Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh

I haven't watched TV in 9 months. The entire time I've been back in the USA. Eric's Palm Beach house had not TV. Malinda's farm had no TV. Walter's apartment in Williamsburg has no TV. I really don't miss it, because I've taken up reading instead of mindlessly worshipping the offerings of western consumerism..

When I was a kid, my father used to say, "You'll end up a loser watching that crap."

And he was right, so I have abandoned television for literature and recently read Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh. This 2008 novel about the opium trade between India and China is a ruthless indictment on the high-minded cruelty of the British Empire echoing harshly in America for our involvement in the heroin trade throughout the world at present. Fortunes are made and lost through the nefarious trade. Mostly made by the nabobs and lost by the natives. This first book of a trilogy recreates the 1830s through a maze of characters destined by coincidence to travel across the 'black water' to a land of demons.

The author's power to bring the reader back in time is a gift without the power of CGI-film. reality based on words and dialogue.

Nothing like it on prime-time or at the cineplex, although SLUMDOG BILLIONAIRE might come close. Certainly not FRIDAY THE 13TH rehash. go to your library and ask for SEA OF POPPIES. It ain't poopie.

Happy Presidents Day - Oh Yeah FU GW Bush

I know that Joe Biden wanted to flip the departing GW the bird.

I would have asked for a Stinger missile launcher, but not done it to prevent the deaths of the innocent soldiers on board or the wives of GW or Cheney. Still it would have been nice to see terror on their faces, for all the evil they caused the world.

Otherwise check out the stiletto heels on Joe Biden's wife.