and because im constantly trying to impress her, i will be watching the new Castro documentary tonight on HBO.

its very interesting dating a cuban girl who has not only been to cuba but still has family there. apparently a lot of the cubans really truly do love castro and enjoy the lifestyle there and arent interested in the american dream.

and even though i love america, in many ways i can see their point.

although i may come across as a content young man living the life here in hollywood, when i see things like late model corvettes or beachside homes, i admit, i become covetous.

which i know i shouldnt.

i suppose i defend america and the dream because at least i have the option here to bust my tail and go get the things that i really dont need, whereas in other countries you dont really have those options.

im curious as to what mr stone will ask of mr castro. for some reason i respect oliver stone and like the way that he challenges the status quo.

jfk is one of my favorite films.

im very much looking forward to what mr stone will ask mr castro about our fallen president.

i would also like to see if he asks castro if the american embargo has crippled his country.

and of course i am eager to see if oliver stone will ask fidel if he is disappointed in all of his countrymen who defect to america to play baseball.

im guessing he isnt disappointed at all.

chokey chicken + bastard family + raymi rulez

and it looked a lot like this.

bungling, fumbling, desperation and finally resignation.

you end up feeling sorry for the guy.

and at times you even feel pity.

for at times, it really is pitiful.

this evening we saw a little boy who wanted to go home.

who doesnt like wearing a suit, doesnt like the press, doesnt like the mess he’s created, and doesn’t want to play this stupid charade any more.

he was always better at playing cowboys.

he always felt more comfortable in jeans clutching a cold frosty one.

not everyone was cut out to do the things that they become famous for.

i watched this press conference and i saw the youth of the president. to me he still seems like a very youthful man.

he seems capable of learning, but its impossible to tell if he has any serious convictions himself or if the entire night he’ll be telling his buddy cooter that he told him he could get away with saying turkey farm twice and not crack up.

and then there were the sad moments. the times when you literally saw a president try to think

and fail at it.

i can think of 10 things i did wrong in the last ten hours, george w bush couldnt think of one mistake he’d made since 9/11/01

and he hoped the answer was on the chandelier above the press corp and he looked

and it was exactly like the final round of a heavyweight fight

no one has enough energy to even swing

whats the use

everyone waiting for the bell

or a towel to be thrown in

or the lights to go out

or anything

tonight i saw living nothing

and it made me feel badly for the gentleman.

bunny mcintosh + trevor + moxie

i want to open a burrito shop. i want to have twins for girlfriends. i want a house in malibu and one in the hills. i want this day to end. i want to be able to type without people interrupting me. i want to be able to go home and do some of the design-y stuff that i used to be able to do. i want to have the energy i had when i was 20 and i would dance around my apartment listening to new music.

i want to be able to call my tivo from chopper one. i want solomon to make my home wireless. i want to be understood everytime i open my heart or my mouth or my blogger browser screen. i want every girl i meet who i fall in lust with to fall in lust with me sevenfold.

i want to be able to take a check and go to a credit union and be able to open a savings account in less than 30 minutes. less than 20 minutes. less than 15 minutes.

i want to be tall enough that i could get away with only hitting 50% from the line. i want 15 boards a game. i want a hook shot that you tick tock cant stop.

i want a dog and a dog walker. i want a maid that speaks even poquito englais. i want a dance partner who will look me in my face (and not down my shirt) i want to type all night till it hurts. i want to be able to have barely legal asian girls come over and be prepared enough to have at least a half keg on tap cold chillin like jakob dylan. i want ticketmaster to be something my children will have to ask me about like vhs, records, and republican presidents not named lincoln.

have i asked for this work day to be over. i want my true love to know that i might ask her hand in marriage every time we converse but 90 percent of the time its just cuz ive got nothing else to say. okay maybe eighty.

i want this sky and this sun and this air to stay the same for the rest of eternity cuz its perfect but im in this ivory tower and i have no hair to let down in which to escape.

i want everyone responsible for the 9/11 to eat it. rummy condi bushie for starters. not because they protect the rich but because theyd have been the first to bitch if gore had been where he shoulda been, which is large and in charge.

i want a large pizza. i want a large meatball. i want a large four wheel overdrive motor car. i want my camera to work again. i want to open its mouth clear a path and blow life back into it. i want a tire swing and a rope and a tree.

i want to have a sign and a chair and set it on the corner of hollywood and highland, i want the sign to say let me take your picture, $2, you might get into the best photography book about hollywood ever.

and i want a little sign that says, produced by a blogger

and an even smaller sign that says no more questions, either sign your name and print it and say cheese after you hand over the money, or keep walking.

i want to do it without talking.

whats his face said that the root of pain is want.

but my face says that the definition of being dead is to want nothing, so suck it, camus, nobody ever dresses up as you.

intricate plot + jason g + <3 kimmy <3

first they used sex to win the first few challenges in the hit tv show. then they were advised to use their brains instead of their sexuality and they lost a few challenges.

then they were mixed up with the men and they were pissed off when some of the men used them to be hot but left them out of the desicion-making.

and now that we’re a few days away from the final, theyre no where to be seen.

fired from the show.

as most of them shoulda been.

and so now theres a report that says that the ladies were offered $250k each to pose nude for playboy magazine and not only did they decline, but they instead posed in lingerie (pictured) for that icon of taste FHM.

their compensation: $0.

didnt their time with trump teach them anything?

obviously i am a man with an open mind. and if i was given a choice between hiring a woman who posed nude with a woman who posed in lingerie, i wouldnt think lessor of the woman who posed nude.

but apparently the women of the apprentice think differently.

yes there is a difference between being nude and wearing trashy lingerie.

to me there isnt much difference.

to the irs the difference is a quarter mil.

now i thought these women were interested in being entrepreneurs. dont they think $250,000 of seed money would be beneficial to them? more beneficial than the “exposure” that they will get off this laddy mag?

perhaps one reason i have an open mind is because i have an extremely short memory.

ive seen playboys “women of starbucks” ive seen playboy’s “women of wal*mart”, ive seen the girls of the pac-10, big-10, and i even got my playboy autographed by two ucsb gaucho women who posed during the “women of the big west”: and if you put any of those beautiful ladies in a line-up i wouldnt be able to tell you their names their colleges or their professions.

why do women think that posing for mr hefners magazine will cause them so much negative feedback and they dont think that fhm maxim and stuff wont?

if i could, im sure trump would fire these batty broads again.

and im glad they lost to kwame and his bro from the windy.

kevyn malone + mc brown needs gmail + offline adventures

why dont you start up your own left wing pot smoking pre marital sex actually read the bible church?

a. at a thousand hits a day, i reach more people on this blog and i dont have to tolerate any crying babies when im trying to rock the mic.

lost my wallet today.

it was a hectic day at work. i didnt really have much time to write. i couldnt talk to the hippy girl as much as i woulda liked. i wasnt 100 per cent being that it was a monday and it was the cubs opener and i still couldnt believe that tiff and tboz suprised me on saturday with tales of eighteen and over clubs and fake ids and pearl necklaces.

got a lift over to the cuban girl’s headquarters on hollywood blvd and outside the kfc i discovered that i had lost my regular wallet which consealed my xbi wallet. one thing you dont lose is that.

plus jeanine had given me a money order for $500 that i hadnt cashed yet and the first question is what on earth is jeanine doing writing money orders for that big, but what am i doing not cashing them immediately.

the cuban paid for the breast and wing combo and we went to my house to root around my backpack a little more.

she took a nap and i woke her up her favorite way while listening to kayne west. yes, virginia, kayne is the man. thank you for turning me on to him, i listen every day and i love it.

then we went at it again.

i dont know if its cuz its still aries, the month of war, but shit that id usually blow off is hitting me in the wrong part of my sore spot and i …

fuckers saying that i comment on blogs just for the hits? fuck you.

fuckers saying fuck the busblog, that other blogs are more creative.

wheres their stories and poems and fullpage webshit and photo essays and side blogs and side zines and side novels and ebay scams and interviews with escalators

i see people talk shit about me and have the nerve to do it in my style even

and it makes me happy cuz when they do it theyre saying that im the man

and i’ll take it.

cuz not everyone has what it takes to say what stinson and others have said which is i might disagree with you sometimes (or most the time) but i like your style

but they should.

and one day one of you fuckers might point to someone who brings it day after day after day after day and thats when you can tell me to fuck off and take a seat

meanwhile quit pointing to will wheaton

and then i found my wallet next to the recycling box beside chopper one.

now ive gotta find my phone.

anti + vortexia + dehumidifier

I know you hate me.

I know you’re still mad at me for making Wood and Prior throw the playoffs in October.

I know I promised you that I wouldn’t let that recall election go through in California.

But quite frankly, the fucking Falluja and the PDB are like a one-two punch and none of these nitwits here know what to do or say.

And I know you would know exactly what to say.

I know you like my video game analogies so heres one for you. The fighting guy has made it to the end of the level and now he’s fighting the bossman three times his size. And he’s winning.

Well, Tony, I’m the bossman, but I’m also America.

Please save America, this one last time.

And I promise you that I will give you anything that you want.

As much as you want.

I know you’re going to say you want my daughters, or a job where you can travel around and blog and meet people, but please lets get serious. I will give you money, power, I’ll get that Tsar thing on the radio. I’ll do anything.

Please write back soon, I have a press conference tomorrow in prime time and I don’t know what to say.

Sincerely,

George W. Bush

Washington

++++++++++++++++++++

Dear President Bush,

youve done the right thing. youve come to the right place. and youve said the right things. its too bad america doesnt know how honest you are when theres a gun pointed to your head. of course i want your daughters its true and they want me but thats just wrong and the lil’n looks like your old lady and no offense but, anyway, they look young.

i want a date with rebecca romaine hotshot.

i want clear channel to hire back howard stern and put him on all their stations, not just six.

i want you to banish the designated hitter from the american league and create a salary cap for both the players and the owners of major league baseball.

anything leftover goes to the poor.

i want ticketmaster shut down.

i want whatever chemical makes your dick so big that you think for a moment that i would actually help you in a zillion years.

i want titties on tv. i want you to legalize weed. i want you to wear a tshirt that says skateboarding is not a crime.

you lied to us about weapons of bah bah booey you sent us into shit and youre stuck in that shit now and we’re paying for it and now that youre paying for it a little bit youre swagger’s down to a limp. fuck you bitch and i’ll say it with authority.

didnt you tell me that pete rose would be in the hall of fame by now?

didnt you tell me that i wouldnt have to watch the view any more.

that leno would be removed from the tonight show and david lee roth would be back in van halen.

where the fuck is that super rogaine?

you said the fcc wouldnt do anything!

why arent there free condoms in every supermarket?

and why is gasoline fucking two fitty a drop you oil family heir to the fuck.

if youre america youre the sludge slapping the shore youre the strip malls on fire youre gridlock youre aids.

you come in smiling and you destroy quickly and ruthlessly but somehow in iraq youre limp and toothless and fumbling and wrong.

the shit doesnt plop far from the pee.

but heres what you should say tomorrow even though i know you wont even though you know you wont even though its true.

my fellow americans,

i am not a bright man, but i try.

i was a drunkard and a coke head and a frat boy and a loser.

but if america is about anything its about opportunity.

i was given the opportunity to run a baseball team and i failed.

but america is about opportunity and i was given a second chance, i was elected governor of one of the biggest states in the union.

i didnt entirely make a fool out of myself, so you elected me president.

on august sixth two thousand and one i didnt know it, no one knew it, but i was making a fool out of myself.

i got a memo that was titled “Bin Ladin Determined to Strike in U.S.” and because i didnt know

i swear to you i didnt know

that they meant it as in for reals

(say “for reals” and save your career)

i went on a month long vacation instead of huddling up and asking the 70 other investigations focused on Bin Laden to conference call with me about this curious memo.

i did nothing.

it was the longest vacation that a president ever took but

well,

im sorry.

if a golfer has a bad day he might not win a million dollars and a car, he might win like ten grand or something.

but when the president of the united states has a bad day

it can be bad.

as for iraq im going to just nuke those fucking ingrates in about ten minutes, so just chill on that shit.

thank you for your time.

i will answer no questions.

onelove.

tiffany + teera + miss america

where i have to remind people about how to leave anonymous comments.

you can certainly leave comments that don’t include your name, your email address, or your web page – if you are being complimentary towards me.

the comments section on the busblog are there to agree with me, to kiss my ass, to ask me out on a date, to clarify something, to add to the discussion, and to ask questions like “if i gave you $50 via paypal, can you keep it between us cuz my wife would blow her stack.”

if you want to say something negative about me do it in your own house. Especially if you don’t have the guts to put your name next to it.

my name really is tony pierce.

its not like i say safe things in here: i bash the sitting president, i preach responsibility and peace and Christianity, i support Howard Stern, and i even back our former president Bill Clinton.

and i put my name next to it.

negative commentators who don’t put their email addresses next to their statements are either liars or cowards and they shouldn’t sully this good thing that we have here called the busblog.

i have been doing this thing for close to three years now, posting just about every day, and i have noticed that usually people who post negative shit hardly have anything of substance to say which is why they don’t want to align their “good name” next to it.

so if they aren’t confident enough to own up to their own bull, then why should i give them a platform in which to speak?

i have also noticed that the majority of anonymous negative commentary are people who espouse the republican beliefs: this does very little good to your cause or your party mr. drudge and you should reconsider this practice.

i don’t think that i have ever written anyone who has left a comment on my blog via email.

what the email slot does is lets people know that there is a real person behind the comment and that person owns an email address that they’re not afraid to release. if you’re afraid of spam, do like what i do and leave a letter out of the email address:

dumbass@tonypierc.com

i comment a lot on blogs for several reasons: i love it when people comment on mine, i like to be part of this global discussion, i want the bloggers to know that their posts are of value and worthy of debate.

but i don’t want spam any more than the next person so in the email portion of the comment form i give the above email address.

this way if the webmaster wants to ask me something privately, or if anyone wants to know “who the fuck” the commenter is, they will know its me.

tony pierce

defender of what’s right.

who has the nads to put his name next to his shit.

some people like my gorgeous goddess of a wife moxie puts this in the email box Moxie[at]moxie[DOT]nu.

it defeats spam too.

those cowards who say that they don’t want to put either of these options in the email portion of the comment box because of spam need to realize that they are infact spamming my comments with anonymous bullshit that nobody asked for.

in a perfect world everyone would have a blog and naysayers of my beliefs could just leave that

but then we’d see where else they’re full of shit and they’d be outted as being the frauds that they are.

regular readers of the busblog know that i am quite tolerant for those who are new to this blog, and they see that i give fair warning before i delete posts or ban commentary who continue to break the rules and leave negative comments anonymously.

i appreciate constructive criticism, but at this point of my life i don’t need it from people who are too chickenshit to leave any trail back to themselves.

i seriously doubt that any of you would walk into a home with a mask, look around and disparage the host in disguise while cowering and hiding like a rat when asked your name.

so don’t do that shit here.

in much much much cooler news, bunnie is starting a book + tina tuns twenty today

to write on the Lick blog

but i might have to.

then today i thought, maybe the ladies dont know how easy it is to write for Lick and the Lick blog.

if you want to write for Lick, just email me at my brand new email address:

busblog @ gmail . com

i will give the story to the lovely designer, ms raspil iverson of bluecad.net and before you know it it will be in Lick Magazine, the finest online web zine written and designed entirely by women.

if you would like to write for the Lick blog, just email me at the above address and let me know your intentions and i will invite you to join the blog via the blogger interface.

it really couldnt be more easy.

actually it could.

but this is what we have now.

i want to hear from you.

america wants to hear from you.

canada, who’s as sick about american politics as i am, wants to hear from you.

why should you write for Lick?

to share your deepest darkest secrets that really should be let free.

why else?

cuz it will get read.

a year ago madpony wasnt getting but 500-600 hits. now theyre getting 1,600+ a day.

if 1,600+ people want to read two young women write, imagine if there were twelve regular contributors? nay, twenty?

lets face it, i dont even know when the next update or issue of Lick magazine is going to appear. which means the best way to get to tell the world about your run-ins with sex drugs and rock just might be the Lick blog.

when you sign up you can do it with a fake name, or you can sign up, like many have, with your real name.

the choice is yours and it can be changed.

so whattya say?

do you really want a bunch of sweaty dudes telling us about the first time they ever got it on with twins?

i dont.

i want to read about the first time you got it on with twins.

write me. make the Lick blog live up to the coolness of the Lick mag.

do it before its too late.

do it with someone you love.

but please,

please

do it.

tomorrow is tina‘s birthday, but since shes canadian, its happening right now.

actually they dont. i wish they would. but they dont.

i seriously became a Christian while in college, my senior year. i had already taken two Bible as Literature classes where i had to read large portions of the good book, but i didnt “get it” until one day when i was reading it for leisure, and then everything suddenly fell into place.

i had been raised Catholic, but nothing ever sunk in. i went to church occasionally in my youth, but rarely out of my own choice, even though i had always been interested in God, religion, and indirectly, Jesus.

one of the most telling times of my life was when i was 11 or 12 years old and i was at a Christian summer camp outside of washington dc. at around noon i was given the choice of playing basketball, something i loved, or taking Bible study. i didnt even have to think twice, even at that young age i wasnt interested in the trivial rituals of the Catholic mass as much as i was curious and fascinated by this alleged holy text.

i remember nothing from those afternoons in that little chapel, but i do remember feeling something spiritual, imagined or not. a very different sensation than anything ive ever experienced in the secular world.

regardless, since that summer i never read the bible until college and it never “spoke to me” until i was about to graduate.

whats interesting is how it spoke to me.

for seven years i had been a struggling college student of english literature. over that time i had a variety of teacher, all of whom had similar ideas about what made for good stories and fine writing. when i read the bible for the third time i started reading it as a lit major, and it dawned on me that the bible was everything that i had been taught made for great literature.

it had a variety of believable characters, it was written in a clear manner of short descriptive sentences, very few adjectives and adverbs, light on the flowery phrases, and heavy on the quick movement of plot.

at the center of my fascination was the description of God who throughout the bible goes through many changes. all through creative writing classes i had been warned about flat characters who are predictable and who dont grow. here was the Creator of the universe who on one hand was supposed to know the begining and the end of things and yet acted very much like a human when he banned Adam and Eve from the garden, when he killed most of the planet with the flood, and who didnt allow Moses and most of his people reach the promise land.

if the bible was nothing more than edited propaganda, sliced up and re-written by church leaders over hundreds of years, they certainly knew nothing of propaganda. this was a god that only a half dozen characters ever truly believed in, followed by a messiah who even less believed in. if it was indeed propaganda it was reverse psychology at its finest.

to me, however, it was as honest and as real and as human as could be. trust and faith do not come easy to humans, of course they wouldnt have come easy for a man/god like Jesus, and the bible described it the way i could see it happening now: even after healing the sick and performing miracles day after day, Jesus’s disciples still didnt view him as God, and even Peter, his rock, denied him all the way up until his death.

perfect.

probably because of my long slow journey in “getting” the bible, i have never been compelled to try to convert anyone into my belief that Jesus is God, because i seriously doubt that anyone could have converted me. here i was open minded and willing for most of my life, i read the bible on several occassions, went to church, even watched televangelists, and it didnt take. how on earth is one person going to convince another person as to something which at its root is so incredibly personal?

so personal that i take the next step in believing that i didnt “get it” until i was ready to get it. im glad that i believe in the bible due to the literary aspect, cuz that makes sense to me. if i had “seen God” during an acid trip or became “born again” after a huge tragedy, im not so sure it would have stuck. im not sure it would have seemed geniune to me.

but now when i read the bible and know that it was written by dozens of writers and individually and collectively it reads better than any one particular short or long work helps me believe that this was the will of a higher being.

and as a writer and a reader, it’s important to me that my savior writes better and tells better stories than any one else.

and i like that he’s a jealous God. and i like that He changes his mind. and i like that his Son was emotional.

the only wish that i have is that other intelligent young people who read dozens of books a year, try to read the Good Book this year. it baffles me how such well-read intellects, liberals even, hungry for political knowledge and artistic inspiration turn their backs on the most controversial and central work of literature of all time.

when I read the bible and finished it i saw no mention of premartial sex being a sin, i saw no mention of marijuana being a no-no, and i saw no mention of priests needing to be celebate or confession being necessary.

im dying to find out what my peers would discover, and then teach me, about their take on this fine read.

but i remember how difficult it was for me to get beyond the first few chapters on several attempts, and so i remain patient.

i wish you all a happy and enlightend Easter, probably the most important day in the religion I believe in, Christianity.

i’ll do my best to continue to keep my religious beliefs to myself and out of the blog in the same way that i wish others kept their religious beliefs to themselves and out of the government.

matt welch + jeff jarvis + flagrant disregard

but of course bush knew.

this is the united states of america. we know everything.

better fucking know.

half my paycheck goes to taxes of some sort and some of that money damn well better be going to unnamed sources telling our unnamed agencies that the shits going down.

when the fuck does someone come up to you and say its col mustard in the library with the knife?

thats why we pay your asses to connect the dots. thats why we allow republicans to bankrupt us so that we have the greatest spywear in the galaxy. thats why we let it slide that the son of a former cia director steals an election, cuz thats what sons of former cia directors are supposed to do.

but theyre also supposed to say, 70 investigations on osama’s ass, and all ive got is this? we know which hand and which finger pierce is going to use on tonight’s nba cheerleader, now is the time to focus our strength on osama and not saddam. saddam hasnt ever come to america and blown shit up.

but this bull that my girl condi tried to shovel my way along the lines of “there wasnt a who, where, how, and when” is irresponsible malarkey only a step away from “my dog ate my homework.”

ive fucked up at work from time to time. and when i do any number of people are quick to say, didnt you get my email, didnt you pay attention at the meeting, didnt you see the writing on the wall?

and i never ever ever get the luxury of saying, my bad.

bush had that luxury and instead of saying it, his lip got on the mic 8 months later and said, “I don’t think anyone could have predicted these people would take a plane and slam it into the World Trade Center.”

really?

even Martha Stewart knew what to do with her information once she got it.

and they try to tell us that its not what she did with her info that got her thrown in jail

it was lying about getting the information that got her the one-year sentence.

condi obviously couldnt have predicted that these people would take a plane and slammed it into the world trade center, but the brief did say that these people were poised to hijack planes, and they already attacked the wtc, therefore…

but bush obviously had more important things on his mind, the day after he got the briefing that was released today he took the longest vacation a president has ever taken in the history of the united states.

guilty of ignorance as to what to do with that brief or not, its time for gw to take a much longer vacation from being in charge of big things like the safety of the united states.

bukkake + my wedding as reported en francais + jarret house north