<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:23:48.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of Opposition</title><subtitle type='html'>Lip-biting spunk-shooting shit-smothered animalistic anti-rants and free-association non-linear thought trashcan.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-112447745648115039</id><published>2005-08-19T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T13:50:56.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Old Man sat alone in his bedroom, his head in hands, weeping bitterly.  As his body gently shook with soft sobs, he thought for a moment about rising from his bedside and going downstairs to the kitchen where he would mightily shatter the bottle that stole his youth.  But his weakness kept him seated and this consequence made him angrier, more bitter, and thirsty for a drink.The man had much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/112447745648115039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=112447745648115039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/112447745648115039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/112447745648115039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/08/old-man-sat-alone-in-his-bedroom-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-112386897372376517</id><published>2005-08-12T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:49:33.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One More Thing........Nothing prepares your voice for a day of speaking like waking up in the morning and singing at the top of your lungs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/112386897372376517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=112386897372376517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/112386897372376517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/112386897372376517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-112386446502942460</id><published>2005-08-12T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:34:25.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Thoughts............The expression, "all things considered," as in the following sentence, "All things considered, my cats are very well behaved;" is an extremely arrogant turn of phrase.  It communicates to the listener that the user of this term is god-like in omniscience; able to casually consider ALL THINGS.When I walk into Quiznos for my Turkey Bacon Guacamole sandwich, I dont want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/112386446502942460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=112386446502942460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/112386446502942460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/112386446502942460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-111770303567579855</id><published>2005-06-02T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T04:03:55.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want my people to be freeWhen I was young and coming to the conclusion that I was gay.....still grappling with my sexuality and confused, angry, frustrated, and defiant, I thought of one particular thing:  HIV.My parents, upon learning that I was homosexual, immediately thought about HIV, and the seeming guarantee that I would contract this terrible illness.I see so much weakness in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/111770303567579855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=111770303567579855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111770303567579855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111770303567579855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-want-my-people-to-be-free-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-111662119298310823</id><published>2005-05-20T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:33:12.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misogynic MenFrom DEDspace:It has always seemed to me that there are a lot more homophobic men than women. Women who hate gays tend to be those who were told to do so by their churches, but with men, fear of male homosexuality cuts a much longer and wider path.And this brings me to a subject I don't think gets enough discussion: Men who freak out over men being together in a romantic/sexual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/111662119298310823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=111662119298310823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111662119298310823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111662119298310823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/05/misogynic-men-from-dedspace-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-111661878858218547</id><published>2005-05-20T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:53:08.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when I am doing the dishes my mind wanders and I start thinking about writing my own animated series.  I make little scenes in my head.  I would love to string them together but the episodes I come up with are too short to even be called vignettes. Anyhow, the last one I came up with was a bartender laughing histerically.  Then, gradually, his laughter breaks down into unconsolable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/111661878858218547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=111661878858218547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111661878858218547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111661878858218547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/05/sometimes-when-i-am-doing-dishes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-111418767754499465</id><published>2005-04-22T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:34:37.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Love My HusbandMy husband recently completed one of his law school finals.  The exam consisted of going to a posh diner's club (The Midday Club, Chicago) on the 56th floor of the Bank One Building, and enjoying the open bar and breathtaking view courtesy of his professor.  About 12 students made it to the final exam, making the occasion a rather intimate affair.  Two of them, a female </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/111418767754499465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=111418767754499465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111418767754499465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/111418767754499465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-i-love-my-husband-my-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110641402944112282</id><published>2005-01-22T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:13:49.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Kidding Me, Right?Though the particular way the Chicago Tribune reported on the Spongebob Squarepants/gay brainwashing fiasco is slightly offsetting, it cannot compare to the hallucinatory paranoia so lovingly nurtured by our most fanatic Christian groups.  First, to pick a bone with the Trib, and excerpt:In many circles, SpongeBob needs no introduction. He is popular among children </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110641402944112282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110641402944112282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110641402944112282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110641402944112282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre-kidding-me-right-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110361457958494331</id><published>2004-12-21T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T01:36:19.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lemony SnicketToday I saw A Series of Unfortunate Events, the film adaptation of the first three novellas authored by a certain Lemony Snicket.  The translation from book to film is not always an easy one.  Many times the author has greater play with the audience than the director.  For example, a line such as, "...and the Baudelaire children spent the evening wishing their parents were still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110361457958494331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110361457958494331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110361457958494331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110361457958494331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/12/lemony-snicket-today-i-saw-series-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110311639443987047</id><published>2004-12-15T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T07:13:14.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In 1999, the Kansas board voted to erase any mention of evolution from the state science curriculum, opening the door for the teaching of creationism. That was reversed in 2001, after three board members who supported the move were defeated in a Republican primary. Kathy Martin, a newly elected member of the board who favors teaching alternatives to evolution, said the board would probably take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110311639443987047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110311639443987047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110311639443987047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110311639443987047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-1999-kansas-board-voted-to-erase.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110220044076636192</id><published>2004-12-04T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:47:20.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conservative and mental Tantric, Andrew Sullivan writes on Red State / Blue State statistics of great interest:Marriage was a key issue in the last election, with Massachusetts' gay marriages becoming a symbol of alleged blue state decadence and moral decay. But in actual fact, Massachusetts has the lowest divorce rate in the country at 2.4 divorces per 1,000 inhabitants. Texas - which until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110220044076636192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110220044076636192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110220044076636192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110220044076636192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/12/conservative-and-mental-tantric-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110189437952215665</id><published>2004-12-01T02:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T03:46:19.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive stumbled upon a blog with a conservative bent--and not in the Andrew Sullivan self-hating homosexual completely contridictory sense, nor in the "Im so mired in the nostalgia of classic conservativism Im having trouble dealing with the concept of neo-cons" David Brooks sense. Actually, to think on it, Brooks has trouble wrapping his mind around anything more complex than an abacus. To get to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110189437952215665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110189437952215665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110189437952215665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110189437952215665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-stumbled-upon-blog-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110036812832562400</id><published>2004-11-13T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:51:08.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From www.fuckthesouth.com, republished here in its entirety for your reading pleasure:Fuck the South. Fuck 'em. We should have let them go when they wanted to leave. But no, we had to kill half a million people so they'd stay part of our special Union. Fighting for the right to keep slaves - yeah, those are states we want to keep.And now what do we get? We're the fucking Arrogant Northeast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110036812832562400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110036812832562400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110036812832562400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110036812832562400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/11/from-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110027952902900784</id><published>2004-11-12T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:12:09.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me be the first to apologize on behalf of thinking Americans for the immense tragedy that my country has not only visited upon itself, but has rendered with extreme ignorance on the rest of the world.  In the United States, it would be difficult to find a citizen worthy to name a memeber of the British Parliament.  Conversely, in Australia, the election of Obama, but one senator of 49 others,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110027952902900784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110027952902900784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110027952902900784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110027952902900784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/11/let-me-be-first-to-apologize-on-behalf.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-110016551544950056</id><published>2004-11-11T03:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T03:31:55.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Word on WineI hate fucking wine.  It all tastes like vinegar to me, no matter how expensive.  Oh, there is dessert wine but that's a load of shit too.  Add a pound of high glucose corn syrup, three pints of maple syrup, a packet of Sweet n Lo, and an entire Sugar Cane to regular wine and you have dessert wine.Probably the prissiest, most fag of all wines must be the "exotic" ice wine.  Ice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/110016551544950056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=110016551544950056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110016551544950056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/110016551544950056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/11/word-on-wine-i-hate-fucking-wine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109988672987812201</id><published>2004-11-07T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:05:29.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry Wins!In Chicago, New York City, Portland, Seattle, San Fransisco, LA, New Orleans, and basically every large city in the United States.According to a graphic in the Sunday (11/7/04) New York Times, Kerry won a decisive majority in nearly every major urban area in the USA.Where concentrations of minorities were highest, Kerry won. Where the economy of the nation is shaped, Kerry won. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109988672987812201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109988672987812201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109988672987812201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109988672987812201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/11/kerry-wins-in-chicago-new-york-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109975269176003174</id><published>2004-11-06T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T08:51:31.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And So it Begins, the defeatism of liberal America; gound as they are into a post-mortem crematorium dust our trademark double-guessing leads us to doom.Just ask Nick Kristof of the New York Times, who starts his column with the optimistic message that Democrats, like New Labour, can re-take this country.  The implicit message is that we need our own Tony Blair.  But by the end of the article </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109975269176003174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109975269176003174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109975269176003174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109975269176003174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-so-it-begins-defeatism-of-liberal.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109956892114924444</id><published>2004-11-04T05:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T05:48:41.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Not My CountryAt the end of October, Bush had job approval ratings below fifty percent.  When it came to handling the war in Iraq, his ratings were also below fifty percent and falling.  His numbers on the economy were stagnant.  The only thing it seemed the President had going for him was the fact that he was Commander in Chief on September 11, 2001.In other words, because Bush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109956892114924444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109956892114924444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109956892114924444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109956892114924444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-not-my-country-at-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109915395754911257</id><published>2004-10-30T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T11:32:37.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every so often, when reading the news in the morning, one stumbles across a piece of journalism so inept, so hopelessly vain, that one is obliged to ask, "How the FUCK did this idiot get his job?"That's what I was thinking when I read David Brook's newest column.The nuisance is back!Remember when John Kerry told Matt Bai of The Times Magazine that he wanted to reduce the terrorists to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109915395754911257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109915395754911257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109915395754911257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109915395754911257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/10/every-so-often-when-reading-news-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109837608650715481</id><published>2004-10-21T03:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:28:06.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was three forty in the morning, on my way home from work; a passenger in a taxi.  Approaching my building, I heard over the radio the first few measures of "Fantasia for Piano and Orchestra," one of many composed by Franz Listz.  Memories overcame me as the notes flooded my senses with the weight of the keys of my second-hand piano, the smell of my bedroom in which I used to practice, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109837608650715481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109837608650715481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109837608650715481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109837608650715481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-was-three-forty-in-morning-on-my_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109834911345098151</id><published>2004-10-21T03:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T03:58:33.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was three forty in the morning, on my way home from work; a passenger in a taxi.  Approaching my building, I heard over the radio the first few measures of "Fantasia for Piano and Orchestra," one of many composed by Franz Listz.  Memories overcame me as the notes flooded my senses with the weight of the keys of my second-hand piano, the smell of my bedroom in which I used to practice, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109834911345098151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109834911345098151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109834911345098151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109834911345098151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-was-three-forty-in-morning-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109834905356025900</id><published>2004-10-21T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T03:57:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its was three forty in the morning, on my way home from work; a passenger in a taxi.  Approaching my building, I heard over the radio the first few measures of "Fantasia for Piano and Orchestra," one of many composed by Franz Listz.  Memories overcame me as the notes flooded my senses with the weight of the keys of my second-hand piano, the smell of my bedroom in which I used to practice, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109834905356025900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109834905356025900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109834905356025900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109834905356025900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-was-three-forty-in-morning-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109763058835291306</id><published>2004-10-12T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:23:08.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David Brooks in today's New York Times:"When Bush talks about the world he hopes to create, he talks first about spreading freedom. What he's really talking about is a decentralized world. Individuals would be free to live as they chose, in their own nations, carving out their own destinies.The optimism built into this vision is that free people would be able to live in basic harmony. There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109763058835291306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109763058835291306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109763058835291306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109763058835291306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/10/david-brooks-in-todays-new-york-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109648844862325601</id><published>2004-09-29T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T15:08:05.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mixing the Sacred and ProfanePhrase observed on a Jamba Juice container:Jambaism #5... Your body is a temple, littering is strictly prohibited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109648844862325601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109648844862325601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109648844862325601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109648844862325601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/09/mixing-sacred-and-profane-phrase.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109621984819946079</id><published>2004-09-26T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T12:30:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Season Finale of Law &amp; Order: SVU Might Be Target of Terror AttackAPIn a suprising revelation during a White House press briefing, Homeland Security Director Tom Ridge announced the possibility that terrorists may be targeting the season finale of Law and Order: SVU.  "They hate us for our freedom, and that freedom brings us prime time programming like Law &amp; Order: SVU," Ridge was quoted as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109621984819946079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109621984819946079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109621984819946079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109621984819946079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/09/season-finale-of-law-order-svu-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109614822939857082</id><published>2004-09-25T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T16:37:09.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Seamus Hierarchy of Imbibed Toxification (a.k.a) S.H.I.T.Nursing a hangover is one of the most harrowing tasks a man is ever asked to do. For your convenience, I have provided a ten-point scale of hangover intensity, complete with corresponding "cure" to make the process a little easier for hard partiers everywhere.1: Fully Functional By far the easiest hangover to deal with. comes in two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109614822939857082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109614822939857082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109614822939857082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109614822939857082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/09/seamus-hierarchy-of-imbibed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109500302104480522</id><published>2004-09-12T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T10:30:21.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you read the cartoon, This Modern World, then you might be familiar with Bob Harris.  Occasionally he contributes to Tom Tomorrow's weblog.  Mr. Harris has been writing on his adventures abroad as of late.  His stay in Europe ended a few days ago and here he writes on his troubles trying to get back into the U.S.First, he was asked where he was staying in Istanbul (Muslims, anyone?), and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109500302104480522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109500302104480522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109500302104480522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109500302104480522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-you-read-cartoon-this-modern-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109471134335408898</id><published>2004-09-09T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:29:03.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ConversationOne of the perks of my job is that I get to meet many different sorts of people from all walks of life.  Yesterday I met a Jewish New York Republican that recently moved to Chicago.  We discussed politics.  Being the sort of fellow he was, he showed near unwavering support for Bush.  The following is a transcript of our debate.Q:  Why would you support a man that attempted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109471134335408898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109471134335408898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109471134335408898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109471134335408898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/09/conversation-one-of-perks-of-my-job-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109432272545850066</id><published>2004-09-04T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T13:32:05.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God's CandidateFor a long time the Republicans have had a monopoly on God.  September 11, 2001 was divine punishment rendered unto a wicked society transfixed on the wayward paths of the ACLU and homosexuals.  In blurring the line between church and state, Bush has successfully clarified an old American habit--voting for God.  The New Deal, the official secularization of the American economy (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109432272545850066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109432272545850066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109432272545850066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109432272545850066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/09/gods-candidate-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109342026549504065</id><published>2004-08-25T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T02:51:05.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been said, "I never walk down Wall Street without thinking about money.  I never walk Fifth Avenue without discussing it."  Thus flowed the pen of a British diplomat following his visit to New York City in the 1800s.This morning, watching CNN (as is my habit), a commercial aired where a female child of no more than nine or ten years discussed with an implied off-camera interviewer her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109342026549504065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109342026549504065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109342026549504065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109342026549504065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-has-been-said-i-never-walk-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109302303890737851</id><published>2004-08-20T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T12:30:38.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Hardball (Chris Matthews is the best):Good evening.  I‘m Chris Matthews.  The shots at John Kerry‘s Vietnam record were dealt a blow today when a “Washington Post” reporter uncovered military records of one of Kerry‘s war critics that, in fact, support Kerry‘s version of events in Vietnam.  We‘re going to talk to that reporter in a minute.But first, Larry Thurlow is the Vietnam veteran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109302303890737851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109302303890737851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109302303890737851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109302303890737851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/08/from-hardball-chris-matthews-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109164188895478508</id><published>2004-08-04T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:51:28.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Missouri Bans Same Sex MarriageAccording to the "paper of record," Missouri, having followed the examples of Hawaii, Alaska, Nebraska and Nevada, is a state of note in the gay marriage controversy.  Having a blend of "north and south," organized as it is amongst rurual communities and urban centers, the Show Me State is regarded as a microcosm of the U.S. at large.Why did the amendment pass--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109164188895478508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109164188895478508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109164188895478508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109164188895478508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/08/missouri-bans-same-sex-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109159749237949101</id><published>2004-08-03T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:47:21.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Kerry the President We Want?Like many Liberals, I have a foot in the camp of "Anyone But Bush." I think in the past I have made my personal opinions regarding Bush and his cronies absolutely clear. To sum them up, not only has Bush's domestic agenda proved incompetent and inhumane, with a particuar and very public disdain for the Constitution the President swore to uphold, but the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109159749237949101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109159749237949101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109159749237949101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109159749237949101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/08/is-kerry-president-we-want-like-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109060211170419587</id><published>2004-07-23T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T12:01:51.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From today's New York Times:http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/national/AP-Bush.html?hpAfter snubbing the NAACP last week, President Bush tries to chip away at the deep doubts black voters harbor toward him, addressing another influential black group Friday that he views as less hostile....Nine out of 10 black adults surveyed believe the Iraq war was not worth the cost in lives or money, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109060211170419587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109060211170419587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109060211170419587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109060211170419587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/07/from-todays-new-york-times-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-109042452958023143</id><published>2004-07-21T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T10:42:09.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>William Safire, once again, details to the world exactly why he is such a pud.http://www.nytimes.com/2004/07/21/opinion/21safi.html </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/109042452958023143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=109042452958023143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109042452958023143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/109042452958023143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/07/william-safire-once-again-details-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108966505959054586</id><published>2004-07-12T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T15:44:19.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a real busy week here.  In addition to my usual activities designed to completely subvert and finally destroy the traditional white, upper-middle class heterosexual two-parent family, Ive been out supporting as many frivilous lawsuits as I possibly can because America needs more self-made millionare trial lawyers.  Lastly Ive been so shook up by the new, vague terror warnings that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108966505959054586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108966505959054586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108966505959054586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108966505959054586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-been-real-busy-week-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108843870869755874</id><published>2004-06-28T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:05:08.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June 27, 2004Today marks the celebration of gay pride in Chicago, heralded by its most visible peculiarity, the Gay Pride Parade.  For nearly four hours I watched on the sidewalk as float after outrageous float rolled past hosted by topless, tanned, smooth, muscular men of healthy fucking age.  Of course there is only one thing on my mind right now after such unashamed display of homo-erotic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108843870869755874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108843870869755874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108843870869755874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108843870869755874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/06/june-27-2004-today-marks-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108827405434205018</id><published>2004-06-26T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T13:20:54.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fahrenheit 9-11It has been described as “un-American,” “anti-American,” and “outrageous fiction.”  Michael Moore characterizes his latest op-ed as “a love letter to the American people.”  There should be no surprise that the producer/director of Bowling for Columbine and rabidly liberal activist who took advantage of his Oscar-winning spotlight to shout “shame on you Mr. Bush” has created </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108827405434205018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108827405434205018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108827405434205018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108827405434205018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/06/fahrenheit-9-11-it-has-been-described.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108739764999680062</id><published>2004-06-16T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:54:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting internet access in my new place is proving to be more difficult than reason states it should be.  However, there is little I can do to change the situation.  Ill be up and running again just as soon as Im back in the modern age. Until then, be well and enjoy the summer!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108739764999680062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108739764999680062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108739764999680062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108739764999680062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/06/getting-internet-access-in-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108545111884829886</id><published>2004-05-24T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:11:58.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In order to transcend the dichotomies of life, we must sometimes make a triptych of God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108545111884829886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108545111884829886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108545111884829886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108545111884829886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-order-to-transcend-dichotomies-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108455323836672190</id><published>2004-05-14T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:47:18.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Thoughts...From Healing Iraq:Apparently, pictures of an American female soldier taunting a naked man with underwear on his head is much much more gruesome to Arabs. [Pertaining to the casual way in which the Nick Berg beheading was reported by Al-Jazeera.]I remember not too long ago a front page story in the New York Times reporting the shooting, burning, dismemberment, and hanging of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108455323836672190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108455323836672190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108455323836672190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108455323836672190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/05/some-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108442534921862807</id><published>2004-05-12T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:15:49.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These words, written in part by Alex Russel (Alex Alien), where penned in 1996:Question: why do such a high proportion of young gay men lose their hair even in cases where it is not genetic? Why do so many young gay men, even without the hypothetical 'HIV' look so gaunt, pasty-faced, drained of life; even to the extent of cultivating it as a 'look' - the anorexic Belsen-clone. Why is it so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108442534921862807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108442534921862807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108442534921862807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108442534921862807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/05/these-words-written-in-part-by-alex.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108438901088570885</id><published>2004-05-12T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:10:10.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill Bill Vol. 2Five days ago I watched Kill Bill, Vol. 2 for the first time.  Usually I wait until I have seen a film at least twice before I write a review/analysis of it, but remembering my posting devoted to Vol. 1, I paid particularly close attention during Vol. 2.First, the actors:  Uma Thurman, playing Beatrix Kiddo / The Bride / Black Mamba, doesn't disappoint.  Every ouce of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108438901088570885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108438901088570885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108438901088570885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108438901088570885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/05/kill-bill-vol.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108370283295783745</id><published>2004-05-04T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:37:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My art, on a superficial examination, seems to shift drasticaly from the patient, controlled methods of the Old Masters to the more instinctual, animalistic strokes of deconstruction evident in Bacon and Alex Alien.  However, I maintain that my concept of art as such is rooted far more in the animal than what the more refined pieces I have created would indicate.  The anthropological nomer for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108370283295783745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108370283295783745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108370283295783745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108370283295783745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-art-on-superficial-examination.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108351581403486427</id><published>2004-05-02T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T11:41:08.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At fifty every man has the face he deserves. -- George Orwell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108351581403486427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108351581403486427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108351581403486427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108351581403486427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/05/at-fifty-every-man-has-face-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108270161686298786</id><published>2004-04-23T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T01:30:58.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last time I listened to the thunder and watched the lightning you were here with me.  We walked down three flights of stairs and stood side by side as we gazed with awe and excitement at the violent sky above.And now, one year later, the skies are violent again.  Tonight, clouds do not cry alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108270161686298786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108270161686298786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108270161686298786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108270161686298786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/04/last-time-i-listened-to-thunder-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108213946194126436</id><published>2004-04-16T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T13:21:35.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just finished a self-portrait in oil.  It is wholly emotive and the strokes of paint only imply faces (it is a diptych, one face for each side).  I feel it is one of my truest works insofar as it represents me (or a part of me) more completely than a static, true-to-the-eye-as-I-appear-to-you rendering.One of the reasons for this is that it was crafted entirely by accident and instinct.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108213946194126436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108213946194126436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108213946194126436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108213946194126436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-just-finished-self-portrait-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108188534725647111</id><published>2004-04-13T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T14:46:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'When we hear how the bombings were a totally unexpected shock, how the unimaginable Impossible happened, one should recall the other defining catastrophe from the beginning of the XXth century, that of Titanic: it was also a shock, but the space for it was already prepared in ideological fantasizing, since Titanic was the symbol of the might of the XIXth century industrial civilization. Does the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108188534725647111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108188534725647111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108188534725647111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108188534725647111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/04/when-we-hear-how-bombings-were-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108183937977249453</id><published>2004-04-13T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T02:00:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When the other crushes me into radical alienation, is my relation still a relation in the other? Is it not rather a relation to to the 'I' of the master, to absolute egotistical force, to the dominator who predominates and ultimately wields the force of inquisitorial persecution?"Maurice Blanchot.Nothing could be more true to me than this quote.  Feelings of powerlessness, alienation, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108183937977249453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108183937977249453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108183937977249453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108183937977249453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/04/when-other-crushes-me-into-radical.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108183410014012658</id><published>2004-04-13T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T00:32:21.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just speaking briefly with a fellow online and he had apparently read the contents of my gay.com profile.  The conversation went as thus:HIM:  I understand how you feel completely.ME:  Thanks for reading the profile.HIM:  Cant even get a pleasant conversation started.Now at his point I was going to tell him that for the most part I dont go online looking for pleasant conversation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108183410014012658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108183410014012658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108183410014012658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108183410014012658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-was-just-speaking-briefly-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108126867300501761</id><published>2004-04-06T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T11:28:12.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my first homosexual experience when I was 9.  I was in third grade and a classmate of mine, named Benjamin, was out on the playground with a bunch of his friends.  Scraped knees and elbows are typical of children this young, and they had all ripped off their scabs and rubbed their bloody wounds together, thus becoming "blood brothers."  I falsely told a girl that I had also become a "blood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108126867300501761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108126867300501761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108126867300501761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108126867300501761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-had-my-first-homosexual-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-108050156278720066</id><published>2004-03-28T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:22:50.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday morning and Im sitting here listening to The Cranberries and missing you, not knowing if the queasiness in my gut is from last night or your absence, and always wishing I wasnt alone.Sunday afternoon and Ive watched the news shows we used to share before we had to leave.  They remind me of countless arguments that ended in our embrace.Sunday night and Im supposed to be someplace else, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/108050156278720066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=108050156278720066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108050156278720066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/108050156278720066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/sunday-morning-and-im-sitting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107997650660870754</id><published>2004-03-22T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:31:46.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spin ControlSince this Clark guy has released his new book, a tell-all detailing how Bush and his cronies mishandled the terror threat pre and post 9-11 the White House has gone on immediate defensive--a habit they seem to be doing more and more of these days.The response is usually this:  "The Administration did not ignore the terror threat pre-9-11 and took steps to prevent any possible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107997650660870754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107997650660870754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107997650660870754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107997650660870754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/spin-control-since-this-clark-guy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107966533876227955</id><published>2004-03-18T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:05:34.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absolutely Fucking HilariousThis is why I love The Onion:"Bush Calls Incumbency Key Issue Of CampaignWASHINGTON, DC—At a campaign dinner Monday, President Bush identified incumbency as the key issue in the upcoming presidential election. "Look at my opponent's record on incumbency," Bush said. "John Kerry is not the president at this time. That's an indisputable matter of public record." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107966533876227955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107966533876227955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107966533876227955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107966533876227955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/absolutely-fucking-hilarious-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107964349228279985</id><published>2004-03-18T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:01:26.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTE  This is writing for my own purpose, not intended to be understood.The collages are intentionally created with strips of paper of equal size, rising in the vertical to communicate energy and strength while also providing a distinct masculine qulity to the images.  (create several collages of the female form in this manner, expressing gender ambiguity)In fact this could be pushed further.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107964349228279985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107964349228279985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107964349228279985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107964349228279985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/note-this-is-writing-for-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107953876665795960</id><published>2004-03-17T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T09:55:59.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAYToday is the day millions of Americans will cook themselves corned beef and cabbage (even though corned beef isnt traditionally Irish), drink green beer (although the beers of Ireland are closer to black than green), throw about a bunch of green shamrocks (having absolutely no knowledge that the shamrock is a symbol of the Christian Trinity), and scream "Happy Saint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107953876665795960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107953876665795960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107953876665795960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107953876665795960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/happy-saint-patricks-day-today-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107945225690958381</id><published>2004-03-16T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:54:08.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meeting with the Dutch Prime Minister, President George Bush took some questions from both the American and the Dutch press corps.  The following question from the Dutch pool was asked of Bush:In light of the terror attacks in Spain, and how they influenced an election there, many Dutch people are now requesting that Dutch troops be pulled out of Iraq.  How would you respond to them?The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107945225690958381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107945225690958381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107945225690958381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107945225690958381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/meeting-with-dutch-prime-minister.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107937356193283986</id><published>2004-03-15T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T12:04:26.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Thoughts  The following are just some random bitches I thought best to get down on "paper" and in doing so, perhaps get out of my head.The Star-Spangled Banner, the beloved national anthem of the United States, a song which all Americans stand with hand on heart and sing joyously at baseball games from New York to L.A.  There is only one problem:  NO ONE knows all the words to the thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107937356193283986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107937356193283986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107937356193283986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107937356193283986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-thoughts-following-are-just-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107912630001930291</id><published>2004-03-12T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:21:27.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I have written a political entry.  This may seem strange because this weblog originated as a source of political commentary.  However, my focus then was largely on the war in Iraq and since about December, the status quo as regards that situation has been "official world hell hole."  In other words, not much has been going on other than the usual cycle of violence and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107912630001930291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107912630001930291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107912630001930291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107912630001930291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-been-while-since-i-have-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107910935327013804</id><published>2004-03-12T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:39:00.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Speaks To MeIn the morning, God speaks to me.  This is what he says:   "Perhaps you shouldnt drink so much."In the afternoon, God speaks to me.  Oft he will opine:  "Two hours of work is one fourth a workday, and your work is four times better than that of others.  Take the rest of the day off!"In the evening, God speaks to me.  Usually he states:  "Isnt it about time you cracked open a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107910935327013804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107910935327013804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107910935327013804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107910935327013804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/god-speaks-to-me-in-morning-god-speaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107893299818759612</id><published>2004-03-10T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T09:44:13.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Historicity of Mark's Sexual Harrasment or How I Learned to Hate PC Culture:  Part TwoNOTE:  Please read Part One immediately below first, then continue on to part two.Yesterday I detailed the long, sordid history I have with sexual harrasment.  I confess, Im a bit of a womanizing stud, but it's all the more admirable because Im fucking gay.  Today Im going to get a little more personal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107893299818759612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107893299818759612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107893299818759612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107893299818759612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/historicity-of-marks-sexual-harrasment.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107885588682038267</id><published>2004-03-09T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:14:29.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Historicity of Mark's Sexual Harrasment or How I Learned to Hate PC CultureThe year, 1996; the location, St. Francis Memorial Hospital.  At 17 years of age I got a job there that required me to wear a suit.  To this day I am not positive why I had to wear a suit because I never dealt with a patient, a patient's family, a doctor, a nurse, or even a nun.  I dealt with files--charts to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107885588682038267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107885588682038267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107885588682038267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107885588682038267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/historicity-of-marks-sexual-harrasment_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107852611532872709</id><published>2004-03-05T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T11:35:55.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Modest List of Things that are Worse than Useless1:  Budweiser, Pabst Blue Ribbon, Miller Genuine Draft, Coors, Hamms, Keystone, and Icehouse (note, this list is not exhaustive and includes the "light" versions of all beers mentioned).  Now, when I go to the liquor store, sometimes I am in the company of a friend and out of generousity Ill spot for his beer.  Faithful to my beloved Guinness, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107852611532872709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107852611532872709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107852611532872709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107852611532872709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/03/modest-list-of-things-that-are-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107802039146053821</id><published>2004-02-28T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:09:21.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The PassionThe much anticipated Mel Gibson film is out in theatres and I have just returned from my first viewing of it.  On a scale of 1--10, 10 being the best rating, I give The Passion a 5.Clocking in at about two hours in length, the film is twice as long as it needs to be.  Mel Gibson decides to take a very un-imaginative approach to directing this flick, exploiting two devices (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107802039146053821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107802039146053821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107802039146053821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107802039146053821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/passion-much-anticipated-mel-gibson.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107789786831294010</id><published>2004-02-27T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T10:07:16.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS SO CATHARCTIC!Folks, even I am over the Bartman Ball incident, and I thought I was more pissed than anyone.  Take a look here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107789786831294010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107789786831294010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107789786831294010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107789786831294010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-is-so-catharctic-folks-even-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107776719725244962</id><published>2004-02-25T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:49:23.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As an artist its my habit to study faces.  Nothing captures the essence of a person quite as well as the face (though the hands are a close second).  Over the course of time there are certain faces that I love to throw on paper or canvas.  By far my favorite would have to be the Ayatollah Khomeini.  His deep-set, shadowed eyes pierce right into your heart in a way that is both hypnotic and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107776719725244962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107776719725244962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107776719725244962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107776719725244962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/as-artist-its-my-habit-to-study-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107773648919003843</id><published>2004-02-25T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T13:17:35.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont know why I continue to watch CNN, because nearly everytime I tune in, Im absolutely infuriated by yet another self-righteous talking head.  The idiot de jure, who shall remain nameless--mostly because I cant remember the prick's name, said:"Homosexuality is a tragedy.  It limits the scope of family, it brings abiout early death...To teach children that there is no difference between mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107773648919003843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107773648919003843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107773648919003843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107773648919003843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-dont-know-why-i-continue-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107761080657908065</id><published>2004-02-24T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:22:50.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was about 7 or 8 I recall very clearly a certain Christmas where my younger sister who was 5 at the time received a gigantic stuffed dog from Santa.  The thing had large, floppy ears made of very soft fabric and a gold coat with a stripe of white running from the crown of the head to the black of its rubber nose.  The damned thing was about as large as my sis was at the time.  She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107761080657908065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107761080657908065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107761080657908065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107761080657908065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/when-i-was-about-7-or-8-i-recall-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107756084864971053</id><published>2004-02-23T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:30:11.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black History MonthA few days ago I wrote a post that was meant to touch on some racial issues--specifically addressing the liberal nature of the university atmosphere and its treatment of race.  Needless to say I got distracted and the whole thing trailed off into some late-night alcohol-induced rant.  Now that its morning and Im sober, I would like to pick up the discussion again.Of course,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107756084864971053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107756084864971053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107756084864971053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107756084864971053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/black-history-month-few-days-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107749946823412006</id><published>2004-02-22T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:27:10.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOWFrom The Guardian:Climate change over the next 20 years could result in a global catastrophe costing millions of lives in wars and natural disasters.. A secret report, suppressed by US defence chiefs and obtained by The Observer, warns that major European cities will be sunk beneath rising seas as Britain is plunged into a 'Siberian' climate by 2020. Nuclear conflict, mega-droughts, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107749946823412006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107749946823412006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107749946823412006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107749946823412006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/wow-from-guardian-climate-change-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107749816339746137</id><published>2004-02-22T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:05:25.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, just a few days ago I thought I had seen the worst movie of all time:  Queen of the Damned.  However, after watching Volcano (1997) Im pretty torn.  Which is hopelessly campier and dumber:  A vampire being awakened by Goth/Punk/Alterna-trash music, or the hokey fucking message of racial unity delivered at the end of Volcano?  Even Tommy Lee Jones, an actor of whom I am a big fan, doesnt quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107749816339746137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107749816339746137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107749816339746137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107749816339746137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-just-few-days-ago-i-thought-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107726652326636075</id><published>2004-02-20T02:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T02:44:41.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is said that in Great Britain (rather presumptuous name, no?) class is everything.  It is also said that in India, caste is everything.  In the United States, race is everything.Nothing quite readied me for the schooling in American attitudes towards race that I would receive in college.  Whilst I was a young'n, I was taught that all people were equally deserving of opportunity....blah blah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107726652326636075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107726652326636075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107726652326636075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107726652326636075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/it-is-said-that-in-great-britain.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107700765694141580</id><published>2004-02-17T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T02:50:11.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are some things that no human, no matter how depraved and undeserving of life, should ever have to endure.  Here is a short list:1:  Waking up in a bathtub full of feces, vomit, and human remains with absolutely no memory of the night before.2:  Outdoor bathing in the Antarctic winter.3:  Being forced to kill your own mother and/or watch her rape.4:  Watching Queen of the Damned.Im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107700765694141580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107700765694141580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107700765694141580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107700765694141580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/there-are-some-things-that-no-human-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107698093599939768</id><published>2004-02-16T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:24:50.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Musings on Gay MarriageWatching Anderson Cooper's show on CNN I was struck by two things:  1) Mr. Cooper is trying his damnedest to be a cleaned-up Bill Maher.  2)  During a report on gay couples lining up to tie the knot in San Fran, a video feed showed 'round abouts 100 or so homosexuals standing outside a courthouse.This shot got me thinking.  The very first thing I wondered was how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107698093599939768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107698093599939768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107698093599939768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107698093599939768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/some-musings-on-gay-marriage-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107692238810277492</id><published>2004-02-16T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T03:09:01.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are You an Intellectual?Welcome back boys and girls and thank you for once again visiting my incredibly irrelevant weblog!  Now lets begin!  Today we are going to take a quiz.  There is no right or wrong answer my friends so relax and select the best choice out of the given options.  Right!  Here it is!1:  You are browsing the local bookstore/coffeeshop.  Where do you go first?A:  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107692238810277492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107692238810277492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107692238810277492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107692238810277492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/are-you-intellectual-welcome-back-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107687124265629646</id><published>2004-02-15T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T12:56:35.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didnt want to devote a post to the by now dreadfully stale Super Bowl incident involving a "wardrobe malfunction," but watching the MacGlaughlin Group (however you spell that old windbag's name) has inspired me.The thing that suprised me first of all is that people are still talking about this.  Only in America would an exposed nipple receiving about one second of camera time cause such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107687124265629646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107687124265629646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107687124265629646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107687124265629646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-didnt-want-to-devote-post-to-by-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107657986648693540</id><published>2004-02-12T03:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T04:00:14.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive spent the past couple days thinking about the Pacific.  I remember the first time I saw the Atlantic.  I was in 5th grade and it was December.  I was in Florida and I thought about the best possible way to spend Christmas afternoon was to go to the beach and see an OCEAN.  The most experience I had with water prior was in my bath and whatever lakes I would go dipping in during the summer.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107657986648693540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107657986648693540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107657986648693540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107657986648693540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-spent-past-couple-days-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107655204855743014</id><published>2004-02-11T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:16:36.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Soldiers Have Died In VainPhilosoraptor discusses the issue of whether or not American troops have died in vain.  Allow me the proviso of noting that this particular question was subservient to a larger argument he was making.  He concludes that he cannot say precisely whether or not our troops have died in vain, though he leans towards the notion that they have not.Unlike Philosoraptor, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107655204855743014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107655204855743014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107655204855743014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107655204855743014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/our-soldiers-have-died-in-vain.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107648387885215690</id><published>2004-02-11T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:20:25.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of  inspiration and losing it (see post immediately below), some may notice a new guest in my weblog.  That guest is the word "fuck."Now Im a big fan of political weblogs and I read several every day.  Seldom do I read any explicative within the prose--much less the word fuck.This is a word that we all use.  No one save perhaps my grandmother is innocent of at least whispering this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107648387885215690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107648387885215690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107648387885215690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107648387885215690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/speaking-of-inspiration-and-losing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107648247458951998</id><published>2004-02-11T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:57:01.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking phone!I was inspired earlier today to write a long diatribe addressing the role of women in society in light of the women's lib movement, the different schools of feminism, the deterioration of traditional chivalry and whether or not the positive corrolation between the rise in female status in society and the slow death of common courtesies (such as holding a door open for a female) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107648247458951998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107648247458951998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107648247458951998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107648247458951998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/fucking-phone-i-was-inspired-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107608434010126706</id><published>2004-02-06T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T10:21:20.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus Fucking Christ...........This morning on CNN there is a heated debate between two people.  One is a protestant Christian fundamentalist the other is an Orthodox Jew.  They were arguing about the accuracy of Mel Gibson's upcoming PassionThe Fundamentalist said that because we are all guilty of sin, we all took part in the death of Jesus, whether Jew, Gentile, or Roman.  The Jew claimed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107608434010126706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107608434010126706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107608434010126706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107608434010126706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/02/jesus-fucking-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107532425873966936</id><published>2004-01-28T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T15:13:07.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I began work on a portrait in graphite of Barbara Starr, CNN journalist.  I decided to do the portait of her full body in the nude, as I imagine it to appear considering her age, my estimations concerning her weight and hieght, and the subsequent proportions.Some would consider it humorous to engage in such an endeavor, but I think it is a message of upmost seriousness.I am using a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107532425873966936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107532425873966936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107532425873966936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107532425873966936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/today-i-began-work-on-portrait-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107479629288145430</id><published>2004-01-22T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:33:33.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Few Words on GunsYears ago I used to work for K Mart Corp.  I was a lowly stockboy that helped unload semi-trucks, stock shelves, and bring in grocery carts.  One Christmas season a particularly large load came into the stockroom requiring a massive re-arranging of everything on the inside.  In order to do this, someone had to use a forklift.  I volunteered my services, but my request was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107479629288145430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107479629288145430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107479629288145430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107479629288145430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/few-words-on-guns-years-ago-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107440830327106346</id><published>2004-01-18T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:46:57.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AMERICA, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO CONTROL THE TIDES!Ah yes, the tides of the sea.  How often mankind has fallen prey to the unpredictable whims of this regular waning and waxing of the ocean levels at the very shores where our finest actors and actresses build their multi-million dollar homes.  America is defined around the world by its entertainment industry.  Millions all over the globe know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107440830327106346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107440830327106346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107440830327106346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107440830327106346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/america-this-is-your-chance-to-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107402348043771358</id><published>2004-01-13T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:53:09.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhilosoraptorWinston Smith, which I assume is the name of the author of the Philosoraptor weblog on blogger, has written a fantastic piece on David Brooks column in the New York Times which I commented on sometime last week.  Although a bit long and late (in internet terms) the piece is so thorough and logically crafted that I am going to reproduce it here.  Whether or not you agree with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107402348043771358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107402348043771358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107402348043771358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107402348043771358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/philosoraptor-winston-smith-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107368881796401748</id><published>2004-01-09T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T17:01:15.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breathe a COllective Sigh of Reliefe America!  Terror is Has Mellowed to Yellow!Like the film rating system of old, I think the current color-coded ratings of terror risk is a bit simplistic and in need of some fine-tuning.  There must be subtle degrees of risk that lie betwix'd the primary and secondary colors of Tom's current scale.  So, lets investigate and Ill offer some suggestions.LOW</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107368881796401748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107368881796401748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107368881796401748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107368881796401748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/breathe-collective-sigh-of-reliefe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107351908077874148</id><published>2004-01-07T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:46:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kritiquing KristofFrom today's New York Times:Religion may preach peace and tolerance, yet it's hard to think of anything that — because of human malpractice — has been more linked to violence and malice around the world. And now as we enter a new campaign year, it's time to brace ourselves for a new round of religious warfare and hypocrisy at home.America is riven today by a "God gulf" of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107351908077874148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107351908077874148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107351908077874148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107351908077874148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/kritiquing-kristof-from-todays-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107341212240493081</id><published>2004-01-06T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:04:05.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The greatest trick the devil ever pulled is making the world think he doesnt exist---(roughly) from Devil's AdvocateI am thoroughly disgusted with David BrooksIn today's New York Times:Do you ever get the sense the whole world is becoming unhinged from reality? I started feeling that way awhile ago, when I was still working for The Weekly Standard and all these articles began appearing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107341212240493081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107341212240493081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107341212240493081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107341212240493081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/greatest-trick-devil-ever-pulled-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107336044513740979</id><published>2004-01-05T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T21:42:23.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Food For ThoughtListlessly browsing through some links provided by Tom Tomorrow, I found some (mostly) ridiculous things at "South Knox Bubba"  The relevant link is  here.The power-hungry prefer a nation of cripples - they're easier to rule. If you're not crippled to begin with, the State will be glad to break your legs.Hmmmm...........now THATS an interesting little brainteaser.  From </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107336044513740979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107336044513740979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107336044513740979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107336044513740979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/food-for-thought-listlessly-browsing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107298341810105190</id><published>2004-01-01T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T12:58:30.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I love The OnionFrom The Onion:Inexorable March Of Time Brings TV's Jerry Mathers One Step Closer To DeathHOLLYWOOD, CA–The inexorable march of time, the prison into which all humankind is born, brought Leave It To Beaver star Jerry Mathers–and all of us–one step closer to the grave Monday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107298341810105190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107298341810105190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107298341810105190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107298341810105190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2004/01/why-i-love-onion-from-onion-inexorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107291589913017545</id><published>2003-12-31T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T18:13:11.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Turkeys and TantrumsI havent checked this out for myself, and the information is not linked to reference material, but I trust the source enough to link it here.  According to Emma the turkey Bush was shown carrying during his covert Thanksgiving mission, "Operation Not-So-Suprising PR Campaign," was a fake.  If this is true, I find it interesting in a broad, rambling, contextual sort of way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107291589913017545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107291589913017545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107291589913017545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107291589913017545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/12/of-turkeys-and-tantrums-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107184868810310544</id><published>2003-12-19T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T09:46:03.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old PostAn old post that seems every bit as relevant today as it was back in March.  Here it is again:From a French newspaper, the link is no longer viable:1) "Regime Change" = "Government Overthrow."2) "Preventative War" = "Deliberate Provocation."3) "Liberation of the Iraqi People" = "Propaganda."To the above I would like to add the following contribution:4) "Interim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107184868810310544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107184868810310544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107184868810310544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107184868810310544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/12/old-post-old-post-that-seems-every-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107176721303810690</id><published>2003-12-18T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T11:08:07.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriedmanIn today's NYT opinion pages, Thomas Friedman writes the following:"...George Bush and Tony Blair were stretching the truth in order to risk their own political careers to get rid of a really terrible dictator....""...By risking their own political careers, George Bush and Tony Blair have, indeed, given Iraqis the gift of freedom."I am willing to accept that Tony Blair took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107176721303810690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107176721303810690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107176721303810690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107176721303810690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/12/friedman-in-todays-nyt-opinion-pages.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107171185518712796</id><published>2003-12-17T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T19:45:28.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lord of the Rings:  The Return of the KingToday I watched the final installment of the LOTR trilogy.  I went with my spouse who has read the entire work and The Hobbit.  I am currently working on the second book, The Two Towers.  I very much enjoyed the film.  My spouse was not as enthused as I though.  Apparently the end of the book and the end to the film are very different.  In any case,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107171185518712796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107171185518712796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107171185518712796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107171185518712796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/12/lord-of-rings-return-of-king-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107142205249534207</id><published>2003-12-14T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T11:15:21.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saddam FoundUnless you have been living under a rock this morning, no doubt you have heard the news.  Of course, Saddam's capture raises a lot of questions.  Where should he be tried and who should try him?  What does this spell for the upcoming presidential election?  What does this mean for the people of Iraq?The TrialThis morning, George Will said something to the effect that, "[although]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107142205249534207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107142205249534207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107142205249534207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107142205249534207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/12/saddam-found-unless-you-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107124818125914753</id><published>2003-12-12T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T10:57:28.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Careeless, stupid questions.......Perusing one of my favorite blogs this morning, I saw a link to a quiz site called Select Smart that is supposed to identify the presidential candidate with whom you most sympathize and will presumably vote for.Now, I must say that in one sense, I am perhaps a bit worried that such a site exists while at the same time I am relieved that websites like this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107124818125914753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107124818125914753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107124818125914753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107124818125914753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/12/careeless-stupid-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-107023233206920959</id><published>2003-11-30T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T16:50:46.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Micheal Jackson, Mike Moore, and the 2004 electionFirst some brief thoughts on Mr. Jackson.  Last night VH-1 broadcast a documentary made by some English person which I caught only halfway through (otherwise I would know the name of the filmaker and his documentary).  Within 30 minutes, I think the filmaker deemed Jackson's behavior and speech "disturbing" about 10 times.  All I have to say is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/107023233206920959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=107023233206920959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107023233206920959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/107023233206920959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/11/micheal-jackson-mike-moore-and-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-106928741085712432</id><published>2003-11-19T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:17:26.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I've had just about enough of this....From the Iowa State Daily:A bill passed by the U.S. House of Representatives could change the way college curriculum is taught in an effort to heighten students' participation in homeland security.......The International Studies in Higher Education Act would update the programs under Title VI to reflect national security needs in the post-Sept. 11 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/106928741085712432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=106928741085712432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/106928741085712432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/106928741085712432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/11/ok-ive-had-just-about-enough-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-106917225125706719</id><published>2003-11-18T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:18:05.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. SeussThis probably won't ever happen but I'd like to see a couple films based on the work of Dr. Seuss that aren't the vannilla-bean, almost unbearable celluloid adaptations of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas and The Cat In The Hat.  As an aside, concerning the latter film, how the hell do you make an eight page book a two hour movie?Particularly appropriate to our time would be an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/106917225125706719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=106917225125706719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/106917225125706719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/106917225125706719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/11/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193174.post-106894564832476867</id><published>2003-11-15T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:22:03.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homosexuality and CommunismThe United States takes a seemingly contradictory stance on homosexuality--specifically male to male homosexuality.  This antithetical quality has been embodied by the US government in the recent Supreme Court ruling concerning the constitutionality of state sodomy laws and the President's subsequent reaction.  When asked how he felt about the ruling, Bush responded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/feeds/106894564832476867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193174&amp;postID=106894564832476867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/106894564832476867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193174/posts/default/106894564832476867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maximusrex77.blogspot.com/2003/11/homosexuality-and-communism-united.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238332662560340706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
