The Fornication of MInd and Body

Let's not quibble about the details, dear friends and readers. That's the place (the details) where all of the niggling little intricacies of life take place. We are above that. We like it up high, in the lofty places. We like clear distinctions, polar opposites, and overly unnatainable ideals: Good vs. Evil. God vs. Satan. Heaven vs. Hell. Bush vs. Kerry.

It's even too easy in some ways to see what's right when you lay it out so clear and plain. When you make it a heads or tails flip of the coin, then the problems of life disappear. You do or you don't. It's not about the details. It's about the broad sweeping generalizations.

When you can distill life down to it's very essence, when you take out all the, "who nuked whom's," and the "who tortured who's political prisoners for fun and profit," and the "who was building weapons of mass destruction, but really wasn't, only we thought they were and I guess we were wrong, but we aren't going to outright say so on TV, because then people will think we made a mistake even though we did, but that's not the points."

Because when it all comes down to it, it's about values. Are you going to stand on the side that has values? Or are you going to be on the side that kills and eats babies? You see? It's that simple.

The tough part is deciding, in fact, which side it is that eats the babies. That I couldn't figure out. And I'm the Good Doctor, for Chrissake.

You knew what this was! And don't pretend different!

We all knew it was bound to happen. We sat there, pretended it wouldn't. Hoped beyond hope that maybe hope wasn't the worthless, irrelevant virtue that it is, was, and always will be. We ignored it, figuring the problem would right itself over time, that maybe, this day wouldn't come. But it was inevitable. It has come. And there's nothing, not a goddamned thing!!! any of you can do about it.

Yes, and don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about! I see you all there, sweating under the interrogator's lamp, begging for a glass of water, to wet your parched, and bitter palettes. Oh yes! You all knew. And yet you did nothing.

Yes, my friends, the day has arrived. The day, the hour, the motherfucking minute, that I got bored, and made another blog post.... It is 10 minutes to 10, on a saturday night. I am home alone, and you are all to blame for not calling me and telling me what the fuck was going on tonight. I hope you're proud of yourselves. And to hell with Froyd and whatever flippant comment he's going to throw down there!

Haha, I'm just kidding you guys. It's all good, right? I was just messing around. I do get so terribly bored sometimes.

The Anarchist's Healthy Heart Wiki

It is time, my gentle friends. The wonderful good people of cyberspace, the e-verse, and the lower planes of internet pornography, the one true place to get your voice heard (albeit edited, revised, and re-edited, chewed up, spit out, digested, and mulled over, after being marinated in a nice red wine vinegarette) is finally online! The Good Doctor, in his eternal benevolence, has added a new chapter in the history of cyberspace. And, gentle readers, here, the moment you've all been waiting for: The Link to the Ultimate Headquarters of Doctor Kuha's Office:


here

My Blog Sucks

Yes, it's true. I admit it freely and without reservation. My blog sucks. However, it does not suck as hardcore as so many blogs out there. In fact, I myself am totally awesome, so it sort of counterbalances the suckiness of my blog.

Let's just hope, for good or ill, that the Good Doctor will be around for many years to come, giving advice, keeping it real, and making people less sad than they would normally be if it wasn't for him. Even if it has to be through his sucky ass blog.

Good night and The Good Doctor bless you.


P.S. The picture of Rodney Dangerfield is merely designed to really freak the shit out of you.