everyday i fight a losing battle as a socialist in a free market capitalist society. i realize that the rise and fall of America’s particular brand of capitalism is a very necessary step in the process. so i naturally have to buy in to some social norms. actually i have to speak one way and live another, i do my best to support small businesses, needless to say it doesn’t always work. some may call the name of this blog an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms, i will call it more of a catch 22. it is in many ways a satirical look at the state of our economic system, style or trends. so i may be a label whore but i never go to wal-mart. i drink retail alcohol but, i would rather drink local. i try to eat all organic, humanly treated, free range all natural food, but i had burger king today of lunch. so i am really everyone, i just have stronger beliefs that i in turn let crash. 

the yuppie socialist.

Sports fans and humans of all kind should understand the gravity of going to a Notre Dame football game. Now think of going said game where the Irish, who are not the best team this season, beat the 15th ranked team in the nation handily. Fucking Utah. That may sound like a pretty good time to some people.

Now add in, if you will,

8 Irish fans. Four whom have never made this glorious trek and four whom have.

Add in again,

2 days, 4-6 hour drive, a couple hundred beers, and 20-something men storming the most hollowed place in there hearts and beer drenched minds.

Add in again please,

countless Jager Bombs, thick friendships, mild violence, a few tears, a few thousand beautiful ladies to ogle, more jokes and laughs that normal people get in a lifetime, 8-10 handfuls of the grass from the 50 yard line, 6-7 ill devised Morman jokes, 100 or so Amish jokes, somewhere in the neighborhood of 1000 hugs and 1000 face slaps, one amazing fly by, a prayer or two and just a couple tears.

Maybe you would even add in,

A tattoo bet, a van, a whole bunch of horrible gas, pepper in some porn, some puke, a pregnant server, and 2 Emo lesbian sisters in Goshen, Indiana.

Now I’m not good at math but if you add all that shit together, you may or may not come up with the most amazing weekend to date.

I got thru writing this without one insult. That says a lot about that group of gentlemen. 

Im from Boston:
So I might be an asshole, I might follow too closely, I might talk to fast,

Im a Red Sox, Patriots, Celtics, Bruins, Notre Dame Fan:
So I might yell at the screen, I might get drunk, I might piss you off, I might cry

I live in Kentucky:
I might enjoy some kuntry music, I might like blue grass, I might hate UK

Im Irish:
I might fight, I might drink, I might sing, I might be too loyal

Im Carismatic
I might use it to my advantage, its my birthright,

I have Tattoos
I might get more and i dont care if you think its a bad idea

I drink:
I might spend my rent, I might be late, I might forget your name,

Im loyal
I will be betrayed, you might respect me, I might fight for you

I sing
In the car as load as I can till I almost choke, I fantasize about being good, Im not

I dance
At the bar, at parties, alone, never sober

I like politics
I might argue, I might piss you off again, im opinionated yet open minded

I day dream
I might be a fire fighter, open a bar, teach, work for the man, or start the revolution

I like the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke
In a bar, in a house on a porch, but ill never smoke

I have the best friends in the world
So im probably not as funny as I think I am,

I like to shop
But Im straight

Im open minded
I was raised that way, don’t judge people because we are all different

I get mad for no reason
Road rage, bad coffee, weak drinks, warm beer, the Yankees, and Payton manning

I like sex
Its not a crime yet so why not,

I like Hugh Grant movies
So I might be a big softy

I like the ocean
So I might be humble,

I don’t sleep much
But I still get nothing done, when I do sleep your
not waking me up,

I pass out
Couch, chair, porch, Asian families living room,

I have had my heart broken
It might make me an asshole or a man, i drink to break up songs and think they are all talking about me

I like whiskey straight,
Not if its made south of the Mason Dixon line, rocks or with ginger ale

But I might just be full of shit

I laugh far too much when I’m sober:

     If you make me laugh when I’m drunk you are either actually funny or I wanna sleep with you.

I drink:

    Its a choice not a necessity, don’t talk to me about meetings, and don’t expect me to remember your name.

I may drink every night but I do not party every night:

    They are very different things and if you don’t get that- stop drinking. It isn’t a special event or a party if it happens every night.

Life is all about degrees:

   Its just what it sounds like, not every person that uses a substance is an addict and not every person that wants to get laid is in love…ladies

I get annoyed when I meet someone when they are drunk and they don’t remember me:

   I get annoyed when I meet someone when I’m drunk and they expect me to remember them.

I cry:

   But not for the normal reasons your thinking. I cry when the Red Sox lose, the Celtics win, at the end of most Hallmark commercials, everything else I’m largely unaffected.

I’m a grown ass man:

   I go to the mall alone, Bars alone, I know how dress myself and order wine with food.

On this blog I will be offering social commentary on every kind of event, ranging from political opinions, sports ranting, personal events, and will be offering my unique brand of sociological insights. And maybe even a little bit about myself.

Not a bad view.