Hell is Home On the Concrete Where the City Bleeds

Cast Down icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the God Hates Us All LP by Slayer icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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Despair, emptiness
See the hatred wasted on yourself
Face down, taste the dust
It’s getting harder everyday just to find a reason not to end it all
Suicide on the street
Everywhere around you, watch it breed
It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection

So now you’re wasted, broken down
I see through your ignorance
Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside
Next fix—shoot it up
Looking for the place where God speaks
Every time you find Him, He just stabs you in the back again

No one hears you
You’re society’s infection
I won’t judge when the blood steals life from you

Cast down and thrown away
You are the living dead
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering

This is where the world of money changes nothing!

Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world
The system is failing you just the way it failed me
Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds

America, home of the free:
Land of fucking disenchantment

Despair, emptiness
Isolation rapes you everyday
Face down, taste the dust
Digging deeper in your grave
Haven’t found reason
Haven’t found a thing to live for
Godless, He doesn’t care how you choose to destroy yourself
In a world that feeds on hate you’re left here just to waste away

In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland

No one hears you
You’re society’s infection
I won’t judge when the blood steals life from you

No one sees you
You’re society’s infection
I won’t judge when the blood steals life from you

Cast down and thrown away
You are the living dead
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering

This is where the world of money changes nothing!

Bay Area Flavor

Over the last eight years, a number of Bay Area highways refreshed their Adopt-A-Highway signs with statements like FRIENDS OF BARACK OBAMA. For right-wingers, I can’t help but wonder if these read very much like: ATTENTION REPUBLICANS: IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO TURN AROUND.

Word on the street (or highway, har har) is that in January, when Barack Obama exits the White House, the signs will be changed to the following:

While a statement such as SWORN ENEMIES OF TRUMP may seem extreme to people unfamiliar with life in the Bay Area, the gentleman who flew a Nazi flag icon-external-link-12x12 over his San Francisco residence following the election of Donald Trump would probably prefer it if these signs were less subtle in their delivery. I’m guessing something along the lines of DONALD TRUMP IS THE REINCARNATION OF ADOLF HITLER!!!11 would more accurately reflect his temperment.

And oh yeah… where the hell did this guy get a Nazi flag from so quickly after the election?!? Did a Chic Wehrmacht Boutique open recently in the Castro district or something?

Should We Open Up Her Gifts or Send Them Back?

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (single by Elmo & Patsy icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

She had been drinking too much eggnog and we begged her not to go
But she forgot her medication and she staggered out the door into the snow
When we found her Christmas morning at the scene of the attack
She had hoof-prints on her forehead and incriminating Claus-marks on her back

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

Now we’re all so proud of grandpa, he has been taking this so well
See him in there watching football, drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel
It’s not Christmas without Grandma, all the family’s dressed in black
And we just can’t help but wonder: should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

Now the goose is on the table and the pudding made of fig
And the blue and silver candles that would just have matched the hair on grandma’s wig
I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors, better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

No Directive for Positive Action

Excerpt from the book The Mental Game of Baseball icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 by H.A. Dorfman icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 and Karl Kuehl icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Cover to the book The Mental Game of Baseball: A Guide to Peak Performance

Wanted: Quality Thoughts
     A physical performance is the outcome of a thought. Players cannot ignore the mental activity that precedes these workings of the body. We’ll reiterate: the mental message will dictate the physical action and help determine its quality. A negative thought is not a quality thought and it doesn’t lead to quality action.
     When it’s said that people are creatures of habit, the statement usually refers to physical habit. However, we all have habits of thought as well. A thought has been learned and used so often in similar situations that it becomes automatic. It often drops from conscious awareness; we don’t even realize we’re employing it. The thought becomes part of a “programmed” behavior. Negative programming hinders us both as athletes and as human beings.
     Negativism isn’t a philosophy, it’s an attitude. It’s the attitude of a player whose nerves aren’t as strong as he’d like them to be. Attitudes can be changed, but first they have to be recognized. It’s quite common for a player to think to himself, “I don’t want to boot this ground ball,” or “I don’t want to walk this batter.” The word “don’t” will not get through to the body. The word carries no functional image. The phrase “boot this ground ball” does bring forth an image. The expression of a negative goal will therefore emphasize an undesirable image—and the error or the walk is more apt to be made. The body tends to do what it hears most clearly; the mind tells the body what it sees most clearly. So, thinking about what you don’t want to happen greatly increases the chance that it will happen.
     Even All-Star players such as former Philadelphia Phillies third baseman Mike Schmidt and Atlanta’s Dale Murphy have fallen into the trap, as have all of us who are human, when they expressed “don’t goals” in the recent past.
     “I don’t want to strike out as much this year,” (on of Murphy’s 1983 goals) redefines itself as, “I don’t want to strike out in this at-bat,” and ultimately is translated as, “I don’t want to miss this pitch.” This attitude can be corrupting—for anyone. It can lead to fear of failure, to a player’s belief that he will strike out. His belief becomes what is known as a self-fulfilling prophecy. The player, predicting failure, fails.
     In 1983, while with the Los Angeles Dodgers, second baseman Steve Sax had a terrible time making the simple throw from his position to first base. The more time he had, the more likely the ball would miss its target by a wide margin. Disgruntled home fans who sat in the stands behind first base took to wearing protective helmets. Sax was frustrated, embarrassed, helpless—and certain his problem wasn’t physical. “If anyone has a solution, let me know,” he said at the time. Sax probably received more suggestions than he had bargained for, but the most common, judging from his later reaction, must have been, “Just don’t think about throwing the ball away.”
     Of course, he had been thinking exactly that, but such advice was not helpful. Sax responded, “If someone said to you, ‘Don’t think about elephants in the next two minutes,’ naturally you’re going to think about elephants.”
     The image implant is “elephant,” and the word “don’t” cannot block out the elephant image. Sax needed to hear what he should do (just as Schmidt and Murphy would have been better off saying what they should do [make good contact, etc.]). Sax knew what he shouldn’t do, but that wasn’t enough to solve his problem because it gave him no directive for positive action.
     Gary Carter recalled the 1983 All-Star game. “I was catching some of Steve’s throws prior to the game, in infield practice. The second ball he threw to me at first base he air-mailed and hit some reporter. It wasn’t even close to me. Then, all of a sudden, I tried to signal to him to get over the top with his throws, and every ball he threw to me was perfect.
     “Then he got into the game, and the ball was hit to him by Manny Trillo and, I’m telling you, I was behind the plate and I knew he was going to throw it away. I just knew it. He hadn’t kept a positive outlook. He’d said to me before, ‘Hey, I’m in the major leagues, and I can’t even make a throw from second base.’ Now, he should have said to himself, ‘Hey, I gotta be here for one reason; it’s gotta be that I have talent.’ But if he lets that other stuff play on his mind, he’s not going to be in the big leagues very long.”
     On double play throws or the quick “bang-bang” plays, Sax threw well. He didn’t have time to allow his self-doubting thoughts to interfere with his body’s confidence of movement.