Who's gonna save my soul now?
No reason to get excited...

It’s been years. Politics is driving me slowly into insanity. It is on Wordpress. I’ll post when I’m done. I forgot Mindsay existed. It is truly still the best. I wish the owners were still updating!


I think those who like me for my libertarianism here would be slightly shocked at my more progressive ideals.



No reason to get excited...
It has been years...

And I mean that quite literally. As in I mean no exaggeration. Seems to be an epidemic of literalities figuratively overflowing the dam these days, but I've gotten over it. People like their every-day exaggerations.

Anyway, I am reluctant to read my old writings on this blog. I am quite a different human being nos. As far as perspectives and how life changes everyone. Yet I'm the same tall, gnarly prick who loves Led Zeppelin, misses LOST, and eats too much.

It seems as though a few, a dozen or so, people still blog here, which is interesting. This thing still has an "AIM" feature. I dare not even spell out that archaic acronym.

I think I may continue to blog about random stuff. I'm reading A Game of Thrones. I'm halfway through the first book. I'm surprising myself as I tend to not have any time to read out of enjoyment. Prior, I had just finished The Tipping Point for work. It had its strengths, but there were times it was a complete and utter drudgery. Like the Vale chapter of GoT. Good lord, I wanted to go Oedipus and broach my eyes out. Otherwise, it's been entertained.

In other news, the Panthers are in the Super Bowl, and I am FREAKING OUT! I cannot wait for it. We've been making beer cheese and buying pretzel bread from Harris Teeter. However, they were sold out today, which makes me nervous. Every single gave (except one) we have had this food. And every single game they have won. Except the one we did not have beer cheese and pretzel bread. So, I am rather nervous.

I have no idea how the hell to summarize three years of my life here. So here it goes:

Welcome to a generation spent...

`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'

- “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley


As a high school English teacher and proud North Carolinian I have kept quiet over these last few years on the steady decline and current remains of my salary. I always figured that what needed to be said would be said by those many, more experienced and articulate than me. After all, we hear it all the time: we truly appreciate you, you’re not paid enough, you’re the key to our future… and all the other rotten, wrinkled, and moldy phrases in a cloud of recycled air. Like those three simple words that are dryly stated in a long deserted marriage. Meaningless.

We hear that bullshit every year.

Forgive my French for the truth. You can say those words to me all day and it will not inspire me just as it would not inspire my students. Mind you, they pick up on your hollow ‘appreciative’ language faster than the average adult. Students like positive change in feedback and motivation as do teachers. So, I want to ask, why are we appreciated?

We are appreciated because we do a job no one else wants to do while at the same time knowing we will not be paid like one of Pat McCrory’s cabinet members.

But oh, how sacrificial are we!

Is this something to be proud of? Your answer lies in the self-driven teachers that last beyond a year or two. The ones who wish to not be sacrificed for the greater good leave. And more power to them. Our art is not for everyone. Our art is not understood by everyone. Our art is not appreciated by everyone, which is clear given the fulmination of the North Carolina House and Senate 2013 budget and legislation.

These two trunkless legs have allowed the state I was proud of stumble and fall flatly among the last states in the nation in teacher pay, pushed by state Republicans and allowed by state Democrats. Mind you, the President visited Mooresville recently touting the advances in technology in schools.

Yet we survive.

Dust us off. Slap a few taglines on us. Send us to Time Warner Cable arena for a mockery or two and shove us back into a classroom with the future generation. A generation spent.

So what is the solution?

If we were to use the disillusionment of a business model, the pedestal of the mighty McCrory’s education plan, our children would then be our products (that we don’t choose even though they seem to think they are selected NFL Draft style). This is where the business model falls apart. Entrepreneurs make choices about their products. Teachers get the cards they’re dealt and without bunnies, wands, or black hats we make magic.

Personally, I do no believe in magic. I’m not so superstitious to believe that teachers wake up in the morning at seven, teach until three, then go home and watch television. I have a wife and two children. At five-thirty we wake up, shower and get our children ready. We drop them off at daycare at six-thirty (when it opens) and head to our classrooms. Upon arrival, we lesson plan. We watch our kids enter. We teach. The students leave and I coach. I stop coaching at five. I go home and eat, clean, grade, and look at the clock and it is ten. This is on a day of simple grading. Forget essays. Forget game days. Forget staffmeetings and IEP meetings and grocery shopping. What time I have to myself, I spend running. After all, if I don’t have my health, I don’t have anything. As a teacher herself, my wife does the same, and more. Elementary teachers may teach the basics, but her job is far from that (and requires an infinite amount more patience than I could ever have).

In the summer, I juggle part-time jobs. Most recently I worked with a flooring contractor making seven-hundred and fifty dollars a week. Requiring no degree or experience in the profession, I made more money in a week than I would as a teacher. And still it was barely enough to make sure my kids did not eat Ramen every night for dinner for the next month.

As a man and as a parent I feel it my responsibility to keep my kids healthy, loved, and entertained. But what does one do when year after year the bank account is nearly boundless and bare? We live a simple life. Or is this what Mr. McCrory calls a “comfortable life?”

We struggle.

I was a coach and loved the challenge, but I was no compensated enough. Now I must have a second job. I will not see my children. I will not see my wife. Weekends being spent doing my job which requires hours of grading and planning. That or I sacrifice the job I have sacrificed myself for.

We have discussed moving. We have discussed changing professions.

But what is it we tell our students to do? We tell them over and over again, that when the time comes, you will faces challenges. You can either hide from them or confront them. As a teacher I find a melancholy anger in watching teachers be the pushovers of society. If a student were to ask me if I am proud to be a teacher, I could look them in the eye and say no. Because I have been a hypocrite.

“Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away"


What we face today is not respect for our bank accounts. It is respect for our profession. Public education is the foundation of democracy. However, despite our hopes in speaking out and morally marching around Raleigh, there are only two ways to earn the “respect” we desire: to strike or to motivate others to stand up for us.

No Rabble Rousers - Rabble
She don't understand life is short, and she don't understand I'm MICHAEL JORDAN!
To summarize my last four months: One of my bosses got bossed. So there's that. And there's a Jay-Z song about that. So it needs no further discussion.

But I've got a lot of shit to cover, since it's been an understatement of a while.

Seth McFarlane got a chorus of gripes and monkey shit for being satirical, especially by Yahoo! writers. In case you didn't know, this blog is dedicated to shitting on Yahoo, the people who don't know what satire is... but they named their site after a group of creatures from Jonathan Swift. Brilliant bunch of fuckers they got there over at Yahoo!

I thought that shit was funny. A great criticism of Rihanna whom my daughter thought was a frog. True story. (Long-story-short: La rana means frog in Spanish... she pronounces it Rihanna. I laughed for a long time.)

What is not funny is ABC cancelling Happy Endings, which is the greatest show since...well, Happy Endings, but it was the only show that made me laugh hysterically. Shame on Disney. Leave it to the Evil Mice to fuck up my life.

I'd like to begin this next paragraph by saying LeBron James is okay, but Dwayne Wade is a cunt. I'd also like to end this paragraph by saying Dwayne Wade is a cunt, and I guess LeBron James is too.

Anyway, you need to look up Wax on Youtube. His music videos are all humor from the mind of Def Jam, which he left because they took over his music. His unplugged songs remind me of Slug meets Sublime meets The Black Keys. Refreshing. Wax unplugged on Youtube. Now. After you keep reading.

I've found my raison d'etre. It's name is Sexual Chocolate by Foothills Brewery. It tastes like it sounds. Chocolately sexilicious. Like the way Lena Dunham thinks she tastes, but not the way she probably tastes. I imagine this being cigarettes, bleach, and cat's furballs. Oftopic, but needed to be said. Foothills is the shit. Get on that.

I watched all of House of Cards. The best scene is when Kevin Spacey gets all American Beauty Kevin Spacey on Zoey. Who's your daddy, pussycat!? Shiver. But it's a fantastic show that has the balls to kill a dog in the first scene. Ironic how you can kill a man, kill a woman, kill a child, but you can't kill a dog. People will lose their marbles (cue Sarah McLaughlin).

So Obama... just go back four paragraphs. End.

And Kanye West... go back five paragraphs. End.

And Ted Turner just to be fair. Six paragraphs. Aren't you glad you paid attention in math class?

The Killing got confusing as who's who in Kim Kardashian, so I stopped watching. Like that long basketball commercial during the Jay-Z game a couple nights ago. And who knew that Uncle Psi was in Z's crew? Not only his crew, but his fucking couch.

Well... the game's about to begin, so go USA. If you're not watching, I've got something to entertain your for a while. Just write a blog but keep an eye on "Suggested Tags" and you'll see some interesting shit. Examples: Kill Michael Moore, Kill Evil Instantly, Kill People...

Say what?

This is Frank Turner. I was going to write about musicals, but he speaks so well about that same topic here, so I'll leave it to him. Followed by badass song that's Queen meets Flogging Molly and 90's punk rock. Cheers!

No Rabble Rousers - Rabble
Raise up your lowered heads and hear the liberation beat...
God at a party. Watch and laugh.

No Rabble Rousers - Rabble

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