18 February 1999
5:00 PM: Sort of woke up around 9:30 AM today, but still just didn't - wouldn't? - get up. Half dreams. Remember someone at work asking me what I was going to do this weekend, and saying that since I couldn't remember my girlfriend's name anymore, I thought it'd be a good idea to find her and go on a date or something. I was so, so, so glad later that I only dreamed doing that.
It reminded me of the kinds of lies I used to tell when I was a kid. I don't know if I thought anyone really believed me or not, I don't remember caring too much, but I think that I thought I was pulling it off. Not close. It's just that they waited to laugh until I left. For his whole time there, my brother got teased about me telling other kids at our school that I wore this big ugly fake-fur coat because "I was born in a freeze wave." I don't even remember saying it, by now I just think I do because I've heard about it so many times.
8:55: Paul Weyrich concedes:"Let me be perfectly frank about it. If there really were a moral majority out there, Bill Clinton would have been driven out of office months ago. It is not only the lack of political will on the part of Republicans, although that is part of the problem. More powerful is the fact that what Americans would have found absolutely intolerable only a few years ago, a majority now not only tolerates but celebrates. Americans have adopted, in large measure, the MTV culture that we so valiantly opposed just a few years ago, and it has permeated the thinking of all but those who have separated themselves from the contemporary culture.Can I get an Amen and a Hallelu!
"[...] I no longer believe that there is a moral majority. I do not believe that a majority of Americans actually shares our values."
But don't be complacent - this could be a trick. We must continue our program of Marxist domination of the centers of power. And stop that snickering.
Hey, speaking of our dominant alien ideology and cultural rot, what exactly does it mean to "hucklebuck"? Is that a real world? Some kind of dance? Or is someone just making up a euphemism on the fly?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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