I hope that there are some young people out there who appreciate the privilege of watching angry old bastards like me and Ororke and Budarick going after each other. Joe and Budarick and I are not the jolly old Santa Claus types who sold out everything you young people SHOULD have inherited from us. We are hurt and bitter and vicious about the fact that you got sold out. We tried so desperately hard decade after decade to sound the alarm.

Now let’s skid to a stop for a moment. Joe and Budarick live in a nightmare we kep predicting. You may never fully comprehend what that feels like. We are bitter, we are vicious. You have here three men who are furious and tortured beyond understaning at what our generation handed to you. This a company I am proud to be part of. Joe tries to say he doesn’t care. He does. Budarick, IN MY OPINION, is spending the thought he should be spending on today’s reality on memories of Der Fuhrer.

We are three of the only decent people of our generation you will be exposed to. I have every right to be part of this triad, and that is a claim others cannot make. This little group of ours has the highest entry fee of any club on earth.

So I have the right to talk about the other two.

But of these three pissed-off old men, only Whitaker has Bob’s Blog.

Joe deal with this by being “philosophical.” He tries desperately to convince us that it doesn’t HURT, because being HURT is for girls, and he is a Real Man. Budarick obsesses on the fact that Hitler had was right in his assay of the situation.

Joe ticked me off when he repeated that tired old line, “Power comes from the barrel of a gun!” I was deeply embarrassed a couple of years ago when some old drunk at the last convention in New Orleans kept shouting, “Mao Tse Tung said that power comes out of the barrel of a gun!” Joe is very upset at my constantly using hte word “silly,” but the simple fact is that everybody listening to that old drunk rave was whinking what a silly ass he was.

I don’t know if anybody remembers anything, but there was time when Yeltsyn climbed on top of a tank. It was several years ago and it was televised all over the world but I assume nobody remembers it now. Old time Communists held Gorbiczev hostage and they were in command of the entire Soviet military. They had ALL the guns. They had the barrels the old drunk was screaming about. They had the triggers, they had the powder in the shells.

“Power some from the triggers! Power somes from the powder!” and so on, ad nauseum.

Those in charge of the barrels ordered their magic barrels of a gun to surround the Yelstsyn group.

They obeyed.

One of the crowd who had no gun barrels except that stationary tank Yelstyn had climbed up on threw a Molotov cocktail at tank. As it began to burn, the guys with the barrels of the gun jumped out and ran. “Power comes from the barrel of a GUN!” So why diud the guys who had the barrel get the hell out?

Because they had to live in Russia long after that gun barrel the drunk old fart was yelling about was history.

Power is attitude. I call people silly because that attitude is TRUE, and it destroys them because they are SILLY.