“Libertarians support maximum liberty in both personal and economic matters. They advocate a much smaller government; one that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence. Libertarians tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose government
bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties. [1][2]”
1.^ "Libertarian Party 2010 Platform". The Libertarian Party. May 2010. p. 1. http://www.lp.org/platform. Retrieved 24 September 2010.
2.^ Watts, Duncan (16 March 2006). Understanding American government and politics: a guide for A2 politics students (2nd Revised edition edition ed.). Manchester University Press. p. 246. ISBN 978-0719073274.
If that doesn’t make sense to you then you’re a stupid.
Here are two pictures I took in Vienna. Vienna is also filled with stupid people. (Go on to the photographs below if the Libertarian tenets outlined above made sense to you. Otherwise, please continue reading.) Filled with stupid people just like you. Idiot. In fact, click here you stupid dummy. Back for more already? That just shows how truly dumb you are. Now click here. Moron.
Eva, Laura, Vienna, Austria
Is there anything more delectable than Sam’s Choice Cajun Trail Mix? I submit to you that there is not. Well, maybe bagged chicken. Or angel tears.
This is a shot of my Grandfather Denny in a church in Vienna. I am specifically describing him as my “Grandfather” for I once introduced him to, literally, a bus full of people as my “Grampa.” He was mortified. My Grandmother, Mimi, was likewise mortified. I didn’t see what the problem was. In fact, to this day I never really saw what the problem was, until I actually typed out the word “Grampa.” Turns out, it was pretty ridiculous. I suppose, in the eyes of Mimi and Denny at least, “Grandfather” is more esteemed, more refined, more patriarchal. “Grampa” is, so to speak, more overall clad, more toothless, more West Virginia perhaps. I now see the error in my ways. That being said, it was quite funny, and, as such, I would do it again, given the same time, place, and opportunity, just to recount it now. So there. Grampa.
Denny, Vienna, Austria
This is a shot of the modern art museum in Vienna which I mentioned in my post yesterday. Picture this: you go up to the elevator, you push the up button, you get in the elevator, you push 2, the elevator goes up, you get off and turn right, you see the video of the prone coughing man in a box. And yes, I certainly did talk about this two days in a row. Look people, the coughing box man changed my life, and not in a good way.
HDR, Vienna, Austria
There’s a door at the end of this hallway; the door opens up to this stairwell and leads down to my “secret room.”
I’ve got jokes. This is actually a hallway in an art museum in the Museum Quarter of Vienna. This art museum was really cool. The modern art museum which was there as well, however, was not cool. It was bizarre. Let’s put it this way: there’s a “piece” in the modern art museum which is a video, played on loop, of a dude laying on the ground with his head in a box repeatedly coughing. Let me clarify: It’s a video. Of a guy. Coughing into a box. And it’s prominantly featured in an art museum. Ahhh modern art… it really is just what you’d expect.
Vienna, Austria
Looking straight up in a church in Vienna. Not sure what church it is. If you are privy to which church this is, be sure and let me know. I’m keeping this post short as my last one was overly verbose. If you so choose, check out this shot I posted on Flickr yesterday; it’s more abstract than usual. Update: It just occurred to me that if you classify something as “overly verbose” you are in effect making your classification in itself verbose, or at least redundant. Intriguing.
Well, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention this. Deadbeats huh? I hate the UN; what a useless institution.
Abstract, Vienna, Austria
Another blurry night on a back Austrian cobblestone street. Mozart lived around here somewhere. Austria was exceptional, save Edith. She was the worst. I’ve written about her terribleosity before, but it is impossible to beat this dead horse. Edith’s like the horse you want to die but it won’t, so you beat it anyway to speed the process along but your pain-in-the-ass neighbor records it and puts it on YouTube which PETA sees so they sick the ACLU on you just as the video gets notoriety on the cable news circuit and all of a sudden you realize you’re being lambasted by Al Sharpton who doesn’t know sh** about horses. I’m getting a headache now just thinking about it. Of course the headache could very possibly be from drinking coffee all day and no water… I’ll go with Edith.
Eva, Vienna, Austria
Vienna is teeming with these things. France is teeming with French people. I ask you this: which is worse? Trick question. Nothing is worse than French people.
Today my boss had to pick me up at the police station. That sounds more exciting than it was.
HDR, Vienna, Austria
I inadvertently snapped this of Eva and I in Vienna, Austria in front of what my Mom would have you believe is Parliament. She told us every ornate building we saw was Parliament. She was wrong. Every time. In Austria we stayed at a B&B run by a woman named Edith. Edith was a holier than thou Austrian nationalist with a deep seeded disdain for all things American, an ability to convince herself that smoking was better for you that chocolate, and a proclivity for making crappy breakfasts and even crappier coffee.
Eva, Rick, Vienna, Austria
“But Rick, this is the first church in Vienna you’ve put a picture up of.” Yea, well if you’ve ever been to Vienna, after about the first 3, every church is ‘another church in Vienna.’ And don’t end sentences with a preposition you dumbass.
On a lighter note, my friend Jeff is in Afghanistan. He recently wrote me and some mutual friends and he said this:
“I am so ready to accomplish all missions ‘by, with, and through’ my Afghan sidekicks, it’s not even funny. I left riley a week ago. We got snowed in for 5 days in kyrgyzstan ( I had to google that s***, I didn’t even know it was a country), and then made it down to kabul yesterday. I’m sleeping on a flea infested mattress that’s older than the GWOT whilst I wait for my flight to kandahar. Sometimes, I pinch myself and say, ‘I can’t believe I get PAID to do this!’”
He’s a good man, albeit geographically challenged.
And now, a quote for motivation:
“A dreamcatcher works if your dream is to be gay.” – Demetri Martin
HDR, Vienna, Austria
