The new FCC chairman Kevin J. Martin is ‘boning up’ for a war on obscenity. Here’s something to be freaked out by – a government agency just hired an ACTIVIST to advise them on policy issues.
Penny Nance makes me LAUGH. She’s a stay-at-home-mom like I’m an accountant. She stays at home as much as I balance my check book. Which means she’s a shill. A shrill – shill at that.
Oh yeah? Well I’m a victim of ESPN because a man TRIED to assault me watched sports on TV. Put that in your logical fallacy pipe and SMOKE IT. (Thanks for that one Ticklebug)
God forbid we have a reasonable discussion about naked people ‘doing it’ on camera and its effects on society. Oh no! Simple capitalism leads me to believe that porn is very popular…while rape is much less popular. Not that I have the data to back that statement up. BUT NO! It’s about protecting CHILDREN.
No it’s not. It’s about using hysteria and fear to further an agenda.
But, let’s talk about children. Let’s talk about how children are being used in this ‘war on obscenity’ in the most deplorable manner. There are being used as pawns – as excuses – to treat the ENTIRE population like children. “Dirty words are bad – hide your uglies!”
Kids First? That’s important – yes. However, bad words don’t hurt children. Porn still being legal doesn’t hurt children.
Poverty hurts children!
Pollution hurts children!
Poor education – hurts children!
Pedophile priests – hurt children!
But crude language – children like. They do. Just ask one. If you make just saying a word taboo – kids love it. You want to make kids hate bad words – use them often in front of them. They’ll never use them again.
And porn isn’t for kids. It’s called ‘adult entertainment’. It’s sold at ‘adult stores’. It runs on ‘adult channels’. It’s for ADULTS – which a vast majority of the country is – adult.
So Penny Nance – you want to help children? Put down the porn and the misguided self-righteousness and look at the list. Go help.
But you’re not going to do that. You’re going to use all your strategic planning to get bad words off cable TV. Seems a waste when there are children that really do need to be protected.

May the maudlin coverage not dampen your morale.
May you be able to laugh in the face of tragedy.
May you not get gouged by opportunists.
May all the emergency rations come with a cold beer!
Nothing is ever as BAD or as GOOD as you find on Fox News.
According to Fox News – 25,000 people were/could/perhaps going to die because of Hurricane Katrina. New Orleans could be completely wiped off the map. ‘Catastrophic’ was used before the first drop of rain hit. If you watched Fox News – the apocalypse was upon the Gulf Coast. The meteorologists all turned into weather pundits on steroids. “This will obliterate Louisiana!!! *grunt* *grunt*
That’s irresponsible for entertainment purposes. It’s even WORSE for informative purposes.

As I watched the coverage – irked that most of the ‘reporters’ hadn’t bothered to research that Louisiana doesn’t have ‘counties’ (they have parishes). I don’t expect anyone working for Fox to be a journalists or anything – but at least ASK someone how to pronounce the NAME of the town you’re in before you go live. So I found myself watching their coverage hoping to see debris hit a field reporter in the head. That’s as investigative as you can get. “Gee – sure is windy out there. Thanks for that report – Ed.”
I have a lot of family that live in Louisiana. My last name, Dupuy, is Cajun. This is the SECOND Hurricane Katrina that has threatened my family. My uncle married the first one. And she NEVER got downgraded to a category 2…
I just have to say that this area of the world has been ravaged by hurricanes FOREVER. The worse thing about hurricane as MOST natural disasters is that it’s the poor that get hit the hardest. But that may be true aside from natural disasters. Actually hurricanes are the one rare time we actually pay attention to them and their situation.
Back to Fox News: Parasites feeding off human misery. They’re like comic book villains – the worse the tragedy – the more fear they drum up – the stronger they become. Imagine a big blob over taking the country roaring,”Deadliest Ever! Fair and Balanced! Millions at risk! We report you decide!”

Yes, this is a picture of a man mooning Hurricane Katrina. And still – the real assholes we’re in the Fox News Room.

New Orleans residents are being told to evacuate.
My friend that lives in New Orleans use to wear goggles on her head at all times. It looked especially strange when she wore sunglasses as well. It looked like an homage to some kind of insect. I asked her once about the goggles. She said, “I live below sea level – you better get yourself a pair while you’re here.”
I hope Katrina is bluffing. Be safe out there folks.
Academics in the UK claim their research shows that men are more intelligent than women.
So a bunch of men got together, spent months and months of their lives – tons of money involving 80,000 people to prove how smart men are?
That’s fucking brilliant!
So I was going through my old posts – reading stuff – organizing stuff – when it hit me – I write a lot about gay issues.
I consider myself to be a humanist. I think all people should be treating well. Even the assholes of the species (you know who you are!).
I still couldn’t figure out why all this hate toward gays cuts me. Then it came to me in a flash – I have latent drag queen tendencies! What does that mean? I don’t know exactly. But it has something to do with loving Cher and false eyelashes. I’m developing a theory…I’ll get back to you on that. Until that time – if you look at the categories on the left of the page – there’s a new one.

Cindy Sheehan is standing up for something she believes in. She wants the US out of Iraq. That takes courage. Humans don’t like people that talk about peace. We hate it. There is a tendency to kill the messenger…



What is it about human beings? As soon as someone says they are a pacifist – suddenly we line up to kick their ass?
It’s probably the same quirk that makes married men so attractive.

Cheers.
I have new headshots. My mother is a talented photographer. She took 2 billion photos of me. One billion of which I was making a grimace or rolling my eyes. Now I’m forced to go through all of them…that’s what I get for being a snot.
Speaking of which…I got an email:

Alright, maybe you are so cool. But I seriously think you should stop
selling those t-shirts.
It’s not that they are hard to look at, that is a nice photograph and all.
But they made me think you are a folk singer, and I was diappointed when I
could not download any MP3s.
Okay, I can take that. I’ve always wanted to be a folksinger….*SIGH*
I need to work on this anyway. Merchandise is very important. Why? Because comic’s pay rates haven’t increased since the boom in the ’80’s. And no one paid $3 a gallon back then. So any ideas on what you would like to buy after a comedy show? Any artists that want to have their work out there?

My grandfather called me and told me he was angry with me over this picture. The following is my letter to him.
Dear Grampa,
I’m sorry you were upset by the picture you saw on my blog. You thought I was desecrating the flag. Let me make it clear – that is not what I was doing at all. The graphic is a joke. The caption reads,”Don’t Blame Me – I Voted for Tina.” It’s political satire. It’s supposed to mimic an election graphic for a politician. Instead of an elected official – it’s a photo of me with my finger up my nose. It pokes fun at the electoral process, politicians and myself. I won’t defend it as highbrow. Honestly, it’s flippant and irreverent. That’s not a defense – just a clarification.
I don’t hate America. I don’t hate our politicians. We went to war with England so that we would no longer have a king. I am a comedian. It is my job to make fun of those that are in charge. This was started with the first republic on record – with the ancient Greeks. They called their satirists ‘philosophers’. They got better hotel accommodations with less driving. My point is that it’s a long standing tradition of a free society to have the leaders be at the mercy of humorists. There were no stand ups in Baghdad cafes making fun of Saddam’s mustache. If ‘they’ truly ‘hate us for our freedom’ – they hate us for our rights to criticize our government.
I respect that you don’t agree with my views. I have a deep respect that you signed up to serve your country in WWII. I have a deep respect for your son that went to Vietnam and your grandson that went to Iraq. In a country that is run by ‘the people’ and FOR ‘the people’ – I am proud of my family’s contributions to this nation. I love this country. And because I love my country – I have an obligation to question our, now incredibly secretive government and their extreme actions. It’s my patriotic duty to this nation. You served in your capacity – I serve in mine.
I don’t like that our country is polarized. I don’t like that Americans have been pitted against each other by sound bites. I resent it. It saddens me. I have been all over this country and each area – each class and political leaning has its own charm – and of course their own assholes. I don’t agree with some people but that is what makes being an American interesting. I want people to challenge my convictions by relaying their own. I want people to be free to express themselves. As I want to be free to make fun of them for it.
We don’t have to agree on everything to be friends. We certainly don’t have to agree on everything to be family. We absolutely don’t have to agree on everything to be patriots. So it’s okay that we don’t agree. I love you Grampa. You’re a wonderful man and I’m grateful to have you in my life. Let’s not let this get in the way of our relationship.
Besides, I spent my entire teenage years trying to freak you out. Remember the nose ring and the pink dreads? I thought you would be immune to ANYTHING I did after that.
This is a misunderstanding. I love you.
Truly,
Tina
It’s COLD. It’s cloudy – foggy – whatever – in the 50’s with some drizzle and it’s COLD.
Thank goodness for the people of Berkeley its now called ‘climate change’ because showing up to an August global warming rally in a sweater and mittens would have seemed ridiculous.
Anyway, Rick Overton is playing at Cobbs this weekend. I put up a podcast of our spot on LA radio. Rick is one of those ‘comic’s comics’. He’s the guy that other comedians like to watch. But unlike musician’s music – that is really complicated to play and really painful to listen to – comic’s comics are entertaining to the laymen as well.
As a working comedian, I’m also a student of comedy. I study and watch other comics work. Comedians are big on mentoring other comedians. What you get as a feature act – isn’t money – it’s the opportunity to have time with the headliner. Someone gave them pointers and so they give it away. With those pointers is the often unspoken agreement that you will in turn do the same. Now, imagine a people that are egomaniacal enough to think that them on stage by themselves – with no set dressing and the only props being a stool and a microphone stand – would be captivating enough for ‘date night’ – having to balance that with a mentorship agreement. Sometimes it works beautifully – and sometimes it ends up as a pissing contest as to whose needs to be coached more.
I just keeping telling myself that they aren’t paying me what I’m worth – but I’m happy to have the work. Treat every gig like it was my last – because it could be. Balance that bit of humility with some complaining. Hey look – I’m a typical comedian.
Indian casino. No internet access. No cell phone reception…and the little machines with the bright lights sang to me all night. “Tina, you could double your pay. You’re not like those other slot zombies – you’ll actually win. Just five dollars…”
It’s never one time – for anything. If there is a bad habit out there – I like to do it until the point of intervention. The way I see it – life is too long not to have some bad habits. I’ll gamble when I have money to lose.
Anyway, now I am in the Bay Area. I lived here when I was a teenager. The only thing that does is make me constantly look to run into the guys that wouldn’t talk to me in HS. “Yeah, remember how you ignored me junior year because I was weird? Well, I’m still weird – and now you’re FAT!!!”
I was wondering why the air was making my lungs ache and my eyes burn. “Fresh air is creepy like that,” I told myself. Then I heard about all the fires in Washington and Oregon. See, because I live in Los Angeles, the gray haze in the sky is totally normal. I didn’t even notice. The air right now is so bad that it’s almost like being in Riverside. Not quite as bad as Bakersfield – but much worse than modern living standards should be.
Anyway, I’m a six and a half hour drive from my next gig tomorrow.
I’ll drive a little…weeze a little…spend too much time by myself a little…




