What is a blog?

Before a month goes by, I need to find the truth as it relates to blogs. I have started and stopped a few blogs over the past years and I can't figure out why I lose the passion and excitement after a few months of blogging. Maybe the fact that I am not getting paid to do this and I have a lot of other outlets for my time, and the fact that nobody reads my posts. I read a few other blogs regularly and the style and substance of posts varies greatly. Some are analytical on the topic of the day, others are related to personal experience and others are just there. It seems like blogs and the act of blogging are just the technological extension of the personal diary, albeit some with a twist. I kept a diary/journal during my year in Iraq but I had no desire to share that with anybody. It was more therapeutic for me, a space to write down frustrations and observations and maybe come up with some remedies. I consider myself fairly knowledgeable about most domestic and world events but who the hell cares what I think? So, here's my post on my blog and I can say whatever I want because no one is going to read it.

Kimora Lee Whore

What is the fascination with hags of oriental descent who have whored their way to the supposed top? Case in point is the TV show about Kimora Lee Simmons, ex-wife to Russell Simmons, who made his money in the hip-hop industry. He made his money the old fashioned way, he earned it. I don't agree with the industry but he leveraged the principles of capitalism and made a small fortune. Enter the oriental whore, who may have been attractive in her better - young - days, marginally enough so to snare the interests of Mr. Simmons. I will wager that she saw dollar signs, did what she thought necessary to get his cash - sleep with him enough to marry him and have two kids - then made her exit. Now she has a show dedicated to her whore-ishness, loosely based on her fashion company. The most recent edition of this show, which I watch to remind myself how lucky I am to have dropped the oriental whore and found a Caucasian woman of Italian descent, deals with her new line of children's clothes, which are inspired by her own two daughters. Here is where I take issue with the myth that oriental mothers are so caring and doting on their children. Maybe back in the rice patties they are but not once they have tasted the largess of the West. They feign this public image of doting, loving mothers but it is done in a purely public, superficial manner. Beneath the thin veneer is the truth of controlling, micro-managerial motherhood. They must absolutely have a hand or finger in EVERYTHING their allegedly precious children do, until the children do something to embarrass them. Maybe this is some sort of strange cousin to the 'losing face' doctrine that most people understand of oriental cultures? My personal example is my hag ex-wife, who is filipino. She claims to everyone, over and over, that her number one priority is her children, which plays great to her dumb friends who don't know any better (I could easily fill pages on how stupid most white women are as well, but that's for another day), but in reality, as long as her children are doing well, she is happy and proud. Mess something up, however, and you see the real story. My middle daughter plays soccer, and pretty well too. She was playing goalie recently, and missed blocking a shot. Her mother then did the rolley-eyed, arms up in the air "I can't believe you missed that" maneuver on the sidelines, making her feel like shit. Great parenting you effing oriental piece of filth! I wish her harm more than islamic fundamentalists; at least they are an enemy to be respected. So, beware America! Whorientals are out to suck up as much money as possible from unsuspecting white, western males. Stay away, stay far away!