Nilknarf Journal

Journal Entry

Tuesday, 18 August, 1998 04:32

Well, hell, I guess I'm just contrary this week...
Are none of you aware of what is going on here?
Mr Starr and his cohorts have finally got their man... after millions of dollars spent, many lives ruined... the guy who they said had murders on his head in Arkansas... they got him for a dalliance!
Back to the basics: When a guy is having an "affair" he tries to protect the woman involved if he's any kind of a gentleman at all. Kiss and tell is not a good reputation to have, after all... it cramps your style (this is *not* known from personal experience!)
Sure, we expect people in high office to be pure... but when have they ever been? However, most of the time, when someone does something seriously wrong, they get caught. And with Mr Starr and his pack on "Slick Willies'" tail, if he had (ever) in his life done something wrong, they would have the goods on him.
And they are empty-handed? Except for this?
Are they incompetent?
Or have there been some lies told by Clinton's enemies? He has a lot of them, that's for sure. And many of them have been exposed as liars... like the Highway Patrolmen in Arkansas, who admitted that they were paid to tell lies... by a preacher, no less.
It is interesting to watch the people who hate Clinton. Many of them point out the many lies that have been told about him as justification... but when you look into their eyes, you can tell that they want *someone* to hate... otherwise their sorry lives would have no purpose. They need to lord it over *somebody*, and the more powerful that *somebody* is, the more superior they can feel about it.
I don't really feel comfortable on this soapbox, and all those people with tomatoes and rotten eggs and... rocks.


The preceeding was a rant that I wrote to scribetribe-l, a journalling mail-list that I'm on. The posts from Clinton-haters had gotten heavier and heavier all night long, and I just couldn't hold back any longer.

I'm getting to be a little more vocal on that list, and I get the feeling that it's not appreciated. In fact, I usually feel that way when I post to any list. Generally there is little or no discussion of my post and the subject is dropped.

On the other hand... there could be two different causes for that.

  1. Once I post, I have said enough on the subject everyone understands everything. So I'm a genius; or
  2. Once I post, it's kinda like a "Hitler"; everyone quits on the thread. So, I "nilknarf" the thread. All by myself.

I had decided to link to the guy that shouldn't be linked to, just because I believe in free speech. Then I thought that maybe I'd link to the site that says don't link to him, or the site that says don't link to the site that says don't link to the site... If you don't understand this, don't worry... neither do I. So I decided to do nothing but sit and watch. Hopefully, I will be allowed to do that...

Karen and I are celebrating our fourteenth anniversary today. Well, we're not really celebrating today, she's gotta work and I've gotta work, but maybe this weekend we will. I wrote her a poem; I've been remiss lately on the poetry for Karen... seems like I said it all in the first ten years.

It's kinda strange, 980818.htmbeing in love so hard for so long... I thought it'd never happen to me. Karen and I made it happen... it didn't just happen. Maintaining a relationship is hard work sometimes. When one of us is down, the other has to pick them up. When we're both down, we pick each other up.

But mostly neither of us is down... that's the way we like to keep it.

Sometimes... I think about how much money I would have if I was single. And how miserable I'd be with it. And how many girls I could love. And how many computers I could have.

Nah. I want Karen, I think that I'll keep her. She's a wonderful person.

And now... I've accomplished my goal of staying up all night almost. I can go to bed and get rested up for the work-week and the dentist.

Tomorrow...


Thanx for being here!

Earlier Index Later

All material © 1998 by Douglas C. Franklin