I’ve decided that it’s time to get away from work for a few days.

My department is run by arrogant and ignorant morons who couldn’t plan their way, in advance, out of a drive-in theatre, who can’t seem to find the people they need on their speed-dial and, instead, believe it’s cool to unload at high decibel levels to subordinates they think they can intimidate: namely me. Uh, wrong. Instead, I utter a one-word reply and hang up. Fuck. Them. I’m on the Two Day Rule: two consecutive days of stupid shit and I’m gone. [Unimportant Minutiae: For those offended that I’ve written shit and fuck: fuck you. Perhaps you’re sensing that I’m just a hair wound-up at this precise and specific moment in time?]

My wife and I are packing up and taking a four-day vacation to the ocean. Instead of going north, this time we’re going south to Santa Cruz.

I’m leaving work behind. I’ve blocked work numbers on the cell. I’m not doing any more O.T. And, as I wrote to my two brothers: “My cell is on if you want to hear what I sound like drunk on those days.”

Aren’t there, truly, times when you feel like repeating the classic John Cleese line in “Silverado” as, after having his hat shot off, Sheriff Langston says: “Today, my jurisdiction ends here.”

For now, my jurisdiction and BSTL ends here.

Mind you, I’ll be blogging. I’m taking a laptop, likely the MacBook Pro. Probably posting photographs. Because, frankly, blogging frequently relaxes me and allows me to decompress.

Trust me: I’ll not be thinking about work. Because if I come back and there’s a smoking hole in the ground where my work site used to be, I’ll be whistling “Always Look On The Bright Side of Life.”

Toodle-ooo.

BZ

The charge of “racism” is what one gets from the Left when they are fresh out of ideas or substantive thoughts — which would be the bulk of the time.

When one lacks an argument, a cogent rebuttal, even a minimally witty retort, the Race Card is the simplest, easiest to play. It requires absolutely no thinking or cognitive effort. It packs a potential punch and is on the order of asking the rhetorical “so, when did you stop beating your wife?”

The NAACP recently decided to play the Race Card with regard to TEA Partiers. TEA Party members are racists. They yelled racial slurs at black Congressmen. They spit on a black Congressman.

Except: no they didn’t. There is no proof. There is no video. Andrew Breitbart offered $100,000 for proof. No takers. Crickets chirping.

That declaration by the NAACP is apparently not entirely playing and sitting well with some black civil rights leaders.

Including those blacks who, oddly enough, just happen to embrace the TEA Party movement.

And meanwhile, in Kansas City, Michelle Obama tells blacks it’s time to ratchet up the heat.

If you wish to see a real racist, you have to look no further than King Samir Shabazz in this video:

Or, truly, no further than Eric Holder or even Mr Barack Obama who, clearly, embraces Mr Holder’s decisions.

Here is another racist, New Black Panther Party Chairman Malik Zulu Shabazz:

This man is not quite so overt as K.S. Shabazz; but he is every bit the racist and every bit as dangerous or, perhaps I suggest, moreso. You likely won’t see Mr M.Z. Shabazz until the bullet exits your brain or the stiletto severs your spine.

Rhetoric and advocacy such as is expressed and conducted by the New Black Panther party does nothing but sully the good works of Dr Martin Luther King Jr. And apparently, all the national Racial Pimps are far from allowing people to be judged by the content of their character as opposed to the color of their skin.

BZ

I have re-written this post twice in an attempt to be clever, humorous, insightful, and to provide much detail in terms of reasoning for my opinion.

I have since shoved that aside for the goal of brevity.

Because the movie simply doesn’t warrant any kind of in-depth analysis.

Let me blunt: “The Last Airbender” is a turd. Avoid it at all costs. Save your money. It is a complete waste of your valuable time. It is senseless, pointless, has no plot that one can discern, no interesting characters. And further, if you absolutely must see it, avoid the 3D version. I have never yet experienced a movie with such lackluster and poor 3D. I wanted to get up and leave after only five minutes. Instead, I had to grind through the entire tedious and nonsensical mess. It was a soul-crushing two+ hours I lost, not to mention my valuable cash.

M. Night Shyamalan should be ashamed for putting his name to such an abortion of a film. Anyone besides myself notice that his films just keep getting worse? His only two good movies: “Sixth Sense” and “Signs.”

If you see the film, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

BZ