tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284893230469697578.post8222454113896180476..comments2024-03-29T12:05:09.910+07:00Comments on <b>Postcards from the End of [the] America[n Empire]</b>: Linh Dinhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328959360983573810noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284893230469697578.post-44076793559504460242015-10-12T07:05:36.473+07:002015-10-12T07:05:36.473+07:00yes!
oh i hate that american machismo shit that pe...yes!<br />oh i hate that american machismo shit that pervades everything: every stage of life after (now) about age 4, every job (i even experienced much of this as a secretary at a vet's in 'laid back' denver--from a certain vet tech and my motherfucking prick of a boss), every drive down the road, every public place, to of course not even mention, say, bars.<br />also, i got a pang when i read above your love of a 'quiet beer garden'. it sounds beautiful. i'll never forget my first experience of european quiet, at the hostel where i was staying in southern spain's bar/lobby: no tv, rarely any music (no jukebox; now and again someone would quietly play a cassette tape from the kitchen--they let me bring in stuff if i felt like it, so on some wild nights got to play the beach boys, for instance). people just talked, took it slow. sometimes some local spanish would come in for a quick game of pool. mostly it was backpacking tourists, forced (if american) to take it slow. what a fucking riot we had sometimes! english pubs back then were still much the same--no tv, most importantly, and usually no music. that has mostly changed, but (as you know and i look forward to experiencing for two solid days with you) they're still very congenial, laid back places unless it's 'chavvy' with some football match on.<br />but, to get back to my main point, the american macho dickhead causes untold psychical damage, and makes the hugest contribution to the deranged, fearing and fearful, moronic national psyche.<br />big up y'all!<br />ps just listened to yet another uplifting modern rap group, the flatbush zombies--i found them looking up palm trees for a horticulture course i'm taking, they have a song called 'palm trees' i thinkx larryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11386953427204887354noreply@blogger.com