Yep. I haven't posted in a while. For this I apologize.

Unfortunately, this post is not going to be of the delicious syrupy goodness that you have come to expect from Hasta la Byebye. It's quite dreadful that I must break a dry spell with this damp sponge, but alas...

So let's start with the most mundane of the mundane. I own a copy of Madden 2004, courtesy of my friend John (no, not John of the John/Sean duo). I had it for quite a while, actually, but I only got to playing it a couple of days before Christmas. Well, I've finished two seasons, and I'm proud to say that I guided the Panthers to a Superbowl victory in the second year (which equates to this year--go Panthers!). Hurray.

All right. So I could try harder to add flavor to this thing. I could put an exclamation point after "hurray," for example. Unfortunately for some reason, I have temporarily lost my spunk; my mojo, if you will. It's possible that it's due to general lethargy caused by the holidays, it's possible that I have turned into a manic depressive, it's possible that aliens have tuned into my brain waves and are currently playing around. After all, I did right now just have the urge to say it were possible that I had "SCABIES."

Amazing how much better scabies makes you feel. Perhaps I am manic depressive (or bipolar, if we wish to remain politically correct). After all, how much is scabies really supposed to make you feel better? Aha! Exactly! That's what I thought! Yes, well... now let's move on to something more heartening than scabies ever could be.

About a gagillion (approximately 23,000 as of now) people have tied in South and Southeast Asia as a result of tidal waves. You know what's sick? You know what's really fucking sick? The big websites that show the headlines include links directing us to places where we can help. Bloody disgusting!

And I'm not being sarcastic (duh...?).

I'm shot back, BAM!, into a position where I can see some of the world's most glaring problems. I'm not complaining because I don't want to know. No; I want to know, but I want to know without having everyone else participating in it--I want to understand the fundamental flaws of the place where we live, but I don't want people trying to "help." As I type this, I realize that it doesn't make any sense, so perhaps I'll try tackling it from a different angle.

In America, gillions and gillions of people complain about the outsourcing of American jobs. It's a legitimate concern; I mean, where is daddy going to get his paycheck if his job goes byebye? I believe, however, that the problem of outsourcing has been overblown by Democrats seeking to seize on some economic crisis. It's not that bad. Jobs in America doth disappear, but not necessarily because of outsourcing. Irregardless (God I love that non-word) of what the problem is, Americans are essentially actively seeking to increase their own economic welfare at the direct expense of others'. Many of these same Americans are turning right back around right now and asking "how do we help?" Well, that's a bit frustrating. I understand that one has to look out for oneself before attending to the Sri Lankans, but if you haven't lost a job and weren't in danger of losing a job and swallowed the bullshit about the economic downturn caused by outsourcing, then you suck. I'm sorry, but someone in the world always must suffer, and the greater good is done by supporting a policy that involves more trade and not less; if you're too afraid to realize that the long term benefits are greater for those who you think you're providing the benefits for, then you would lose the right to vote in any country I ran (vote Turkman 2024).

And so, using this logic, I'm finding disgust in the way we try to use patches to fix solutions that require extensive surgery. If that makes sense. If it doesn't, maybe I'll clarify later.

Yes, that was hastily done, but it needed to be done hastily. You see, the lady, she IMs me. I simply cannot hold her off for long. Hasta la byebye