Jack Black was an opium smoking criminal.
First things first, and this probably goes without saying, but if you were debating whether or not you should rent and watch Death Race, let me save you some time: don’t.
I just finished You Can’t Win by Jack Black. Not that Jack Black. The first Jack Black was born in the late 1800′s and was a vagrant thief and opiate addict. Then he became a librarian. He heavily influenced William S. Burroughs if that means anything. The moral of the story is now I have to finish Atlas Shrugged which I have been trudging through, reluctant but determined, for over a year. I’ll lay down in bed, open the book, read two pages of micro-fiche text and go to sleep. I’m on page 730 or so. There are 1100 pages. Ayn Rand would hate Obama; if you’ve read her you agree.
Speaking of Obama, it looks like nationalized health care is slipping through the cracks. How unfortunate. My roommate’s uncle went to a Canadian hospital recently while he was there on a trip and he said it was abysmal. He said the doctors were great but said the place was teeming with people. It took him hours to get seen. He was laying on a gurney in a hallway before he went into a two man room that had been equipped with four beds. The doctors were few and far between and rushed around. He said the US system is far superior. “But Rick, what about those people that can’t afford health care? Don’t you care about them?” No. They can join the Army or move to Canada. “You’re mean Rick.” And you’re stupid. “Shut-up.” You shut-up you damn stupid.
The photo today is of Mont St. Michel through a foggy morning. It mist-rained the entire time we were there but the place was still incredible.
