We're doing it live! Despite some imaginary sound issues, I powered through to rant about doing comedy in the Valley, neo-feudalism, archery as revenge against birds, and how I'M TIRED OF CURRENT EVENTS, but who am I to stop the tide pods of history?
More Gulag Archipelago to kick us off into a brief aside about Jordan Peterson and Cathy Newman, who you may not need me to remind you of, but let us consider the lobster, possibly for a bit too long. Then it's time to move onto the use of Asians as a sweet visual gag... I'm one to talk, I'm like a walking visual gag. And finally I top it off with an observation on the recentness of clean water and how everyone that ever lived in history before then was drunk.
The Gulag Archipelago has really got me thinking. Are we truly innocent until proven guilty when there are unjust laws in existence? Laws like NOT EATING CHICKEN BONES OFF THE COUNTER, BADGER, BAD BOY!! YOU ARE A BAD BOY AND I WILL PUT YOU IN BAD BOY PRISON!!! Apparently feeding raw chicken bones to dogs is fine, even good for them, but cooked bones can splinter and kill them. Wait, but maybe I'm the bad one? He's not the one who left the bones out, he's just a dog. Maybe I'm the bad one? Let's extrapolate that to our society at large... are we the bad guys? Because if we were in Star Wars are we the Resistance or the First Order. What do either of those things mean anyway? Why did the Empire fall to the Republic only for it to fall to the First Order? It just seems a little too convenient. I look back at my stretch of THC freedom having broken my fast, and some of the observations I've made. Finally, I consider our role as the world's police as we send faceless robots to rain fire down on tribal societies, or even just our complicity in a cycle of death that is necessary and inherent in order for so many of us to live.
Is it appropriate to say Happy MLK Day? Would he be happy if he were alive today? How would he fare against the #MeToo movement? I'm reading The Gulag Archipelago, I talk about crypto currency, and I go off on whiny selfish weed smokers who are complaining about recreational weed taxes.
Happy New Year?
I'm back! And also sober. Stone cold sober as a church mouse who works in a church that drug tests. I go over my trip to NYC, my trip in NYC, how Dave Chappelle inspired me to get back in the game, and how my dad is in the running for Father of the Year.
Free speech is under assault! Not just the ability to say things, but also the ability to question what we should and shouldn't say. Of course, I'm talking about my open mic adventures! This time, I'm banned from an open mic just for asking why we weren't allowed to tell dick jokes. Keep in mind, this was an ad hoc rule the host decided to tack on after someone's set. This type of thing is bad for comedy. Where else but an open mic can comedians risk being unfunny in order to find what's funny? Censorship ensures that those risks are always second-guessed and is comedy contraception cockblocking laughter.
I love comedy. I'm talking a real love though, not an empty platitude on Valentine's Day candy. I'm talking about having to clean someone else's shit kind of love, which only seems to be appropriate with babies and animals, but here I am doing it for comedy. It's in the awkward moments where the fabric of social norms is whisked aside momentarily that I revel in. I recognize that perhaps I'm masochistic, but I've had enough therapy to realize that it's ok, it's totally appropriate in the context of standup comedy to ride that edge. Haha I sound like such a douchebag.
What's it gonna take? For what, you ask? FOR EVERYTHING!!!
Mass shootings, climate change, corruption in our media, government, health care system... just the whole thing through and through stinks of for-profit short-term bloodsucking and not the long-term rational action needed to deal with some really important things.
Meanwhile, there's good in this world, just because our media is run by "if it leads, it bleeds" parasites doesn't mean that's all there is to reality. Hug a loved one, and be grateful for what you have.
Roasting has permeated geopolitics! Is there no end to the roastification of the planet? You got your carbon heating things up but you also have viscous verbal barbs being slung willy-nilly, with no thought to the consequences. Many people believe the moment Trump decided to be President was when Obama roasted him at the White House Press Correspondence Dinner. Now Trump is President and is roast battling Kim Jong Un at the UN, and KJU responds with the D-bomb that had everyone shitting themselves. Meanwhile, is this what's important? Maybe. At least it's more important than football.
Living the life in Los Angeles! Can't complain, or can I? This is a rant cast, off the cuff, riffing hot licks, where I just go, no huddle. Thank you for your patience.
John and I were at one point sleeping on a twin size mattress on the basement floor of a Berkeley co-op called, Le Chateau, back during what historians may later call "The Critical Period." This was the late 90s, and we were at the intersection of many possible futures, many of them surely death or insanity, but lo and behold, we're now middle aged men back in LA, living out our dreams.
We had a wide-ranging and silly conversation, just a couple of valley boys shooting the shit.
It's been a while since I regaled you with tales from Roginia. I'm in between jobs and planes of existence. A brief trip though history, and we're in the present talking about the increase in humidity in LA. Not cool. The whole point was to get away from such things, but what can you do? Demoisturize LA! I talk about a workout plan I've decided to try and reminisce about the time I was the most hated creature in all of New York City- the hurt, able-bodied person taking forever to go down the stairs to the subway.
Apologies for the audio, I was talking into the mic like some kind of freak. I snuck away from my duties as a government agent in order to talk about the most important thing on my mind, my hair. We go from my hair to THE Hair to the Chief, and touch about how impeachment may be inevitable or just not happen, whatever! I like plants, by the way, one of my favorite plants is called the Wandering Jew, maybe because no matter how hard you try to kill it, it ends up running global finance!
Lots of dong waggling going on in the Korean peninsula, and I waggle my own dong, my history dong, and explore the history of the Konflict between the two Koreas. I then surreptitiously slip in a discussion about stealthing and then onto a recent scientific discovery that allows us to sift ancient hominid DNA from cave floors. What does this all mean? Does it have to mean anything? Yes, but only because we're compelled too. I really have no answers! Anybody who says they do is automatically suspect.
In this episode, I rant about walls. The government neared shutting down because of the Border Wall, but what's in a wall? Do they really work? How crazy is it that we annexed what was once Mexico, fought a war over it, promised dual citizenship, reneged on the promise, use Mexicans as cheap labor, blame them for our troubles, and then tell them we want to build a wall that won't really work? Beyond physical walls, we have the metaphorical walls that we construct to make sense of the world- us vs them, red team vs blue team, Coke vs Pepsi... But when will we learn to drop all our walls and accept that we are all just people?
This episode of the Kimcast, I have my cousin Han Kim. He has a podcast called In The Kimchi Jar. He's also runs shit in the poogmul world, as well as spreading the teachings and philosophy of Dosan Ahn Chang Ho. We tried to keep the conversation on track about depression, and we talk about our own experiences with it as well as how we coped and the treatment that we sought. We talk about the times we wanted to kill myself, which for me was all part of a terrible "acid" trip that left me trapped in a another dimension looking to fuck my way back. We inevitably talk about our fucked up families and our hopes for the future. All in all, this was a great conversation with a terrific podcaster in his own right.
Flat Earth again!?!?!? Yes, it raises it's stupid head again, this time with Kron Gracie, who I highly respected as a martial artist, but now not so much as an astrophysicist, but that's only fair. We can't all have a grasp of the universe can we? It's more an indictment of our education system if anything. Science, bitch.
I have a job now! I'm on my lunch break! I'm in a car! This is fine! I'm pondering on the need for some structure to this podcast, but then would mean I have to put in more work and effort, meaning less podcasts overall? Maybe less is more, unless it's not, then it's less and more is more. In this episode, I talk about how it's St. Patrick's Day, how the State Dept. has been gutted, the irony of a guy who wrote "The Art of The Deal," trying to defund the arts, Rex Tillerson aka Wayne Tracker, and a little sign-posting on some book reports I'd like to do in the future.
I'm tired of Trump, so I'm taking a much needed Trump dump. Enough talk about politics, let's get back to me. This episode I ruminate on famliy. Part of leaving LA when I was a kid was all about leaving my family and abandoning my dad the same way he's abandoned me. I've since grown older, wiser, done a shit ton of psychedelics, and had a shit ton of analysis in order to find myself here, back in LA having to ask my dad for money, and having to work for it. He helped me see both a reflection of myself and of himself at my age. Hmmm... maybe this episode is too real? Not for me! It's exactly the right amount of real.