The third Matrix movies comes out in November and should be excellent. The Matrix site has the first and possibly only trailer for Matrix: Revolutions available for download. If you have a pulse download it immediately here.

Throw yo hand in tha ayer, and waive it like ya just don't cayer!
I realize now that I am a damn fool for not having a camera with me at all times. I look out my window and what do I see? A one-armed-brotha looking back at me. Outside the window of my office there is a crew working on the feeder road, and guess who is directing traffic. That's right...the one-armed-brotha. I mean, what the fuck else is he going to do? There is something about his brown nub that makes me both happy and sick.

A most whimsical hate, you will soon see.
A most whimsical hate, destroying me.
Now that is has this place to be,
My hate, my hate, will set you free.

So many things to hate. And why not?

Lucas made his first post today. In doing so he joined the Deuce Goose staff. But does he have the hate? The hate, the hate, the hate? Can he hate like me, can he hate for three, only time can see?

Scare Ball
You forgot to take you phone pill to pay your phone bill.
Forgot to take you phone pill to pay your phone bill.
When baby cannot reach you, it makes baby want to kill.
Too bad no one left a phone for you, in their dying will.

Take my hand, I can show you the way.

We're running with the shadows of the night,
So take my hand and we'll take flight.
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight,
They'll come true... in the end.

Stare into the scare ball. Remember hate? Hate is but a door... and I have the key.

Forgotten memory, dying snake, flower of delight. Truth be told.
Precious fang, piercing skin, flowing light. That's Chicago!

Free Your Mind
I'm counting down the minutes 'til the rise of the machines.
I wish instead of wearing slacks I was wearing cutt-off jeans.
Pretty cutt-off jeans with the pretty tattered seams.
And you could see my ass come out the bottom cut-off jeans.

Dancing round the town, I must dance around the town.
I'm certain not to frown while I'm dancing round the town.
You know you want to see. You want to see the me.
Step into my dream and dance a happy dance with me.

Thank you.

This is part of an essay I stumbled on that discusses America's position in worldwide basketball. The author thinks it's time for America to reassert dominance in the sport again. As a fan of America ascerting dominance everywhere this really rings true for me.

      "So the object now must not be just to muddle through to victories. It has to be to maim, kill, destroy, and annihilate the competition. Reach down their throats and rip their hearts and lungs out. Then go back for the spleen, liver and maybe a bit of pancreas and stomp it all into atoms - in a sportsmanlike way, of course. It's time to put a little fear of the lord into the rest of the world, and I'm not talking about a little fear, like shying away from a daddy longlegs. This calls for Old Testament, fire-and-brimstone, Finger-of-God, Hammer-of-Thor, Thunderbolt-of-Zeus, fetal-position, struck-dumb, change-of-underwear fear.
      The United States invented this game, even if the guy who did the inventing was Canadian. It invented the one-handed jump shot, the behind-the-back-dribble, the no-look pass, the two-handed reverse slam, trash talk, the college entry draft, the sneaker contract, the mid-level salary-cap exemption, and sumo wrestlers at half time.
      It taught the rest of the world to play and has given the best international players an opportunity to make obscene piles of money to sweat in baggy underwear in public. Now it's time to show that world that, even though it may have produced some stars of its own, the United States is still the best in the world.
      It's not just about winning. It's about making a statement, about climbing the highest mountain and roaring to the rest of the world, "We're back. We fell asleep a little bit, but we're awake and we're mad and anyone who gets in our way is going to be sorry."
      Then go on the court and don't give anyone even a shred of a hint of a scintilla of a glimmer of a hope that they can beat you, not now and not next year in Athens. Take the lead early, build on it, and keep pounding and hammering until, at game's end, the janitors have to come out and sweep the debris that used to be an opponent off the court.
      There's been enough talk about how much better the United States is than anyone else, and it's got a hollow ring to it. It's time to prove it."

I turned off the power in the NYC

It blows if you didn't have power for a day, the loss in TiVo recordings alone would mentally cripple me. That being said… HA! Fuck you and your problems New York! You whiny cunts! There was a hurricane headed towards The Big Funky and I didn't get to hear about it because all the news for two days was monopolized by your bullshit power outage. "What happened, what happened?", that's all I fuckin' here from you. I'll tell you what happened, you fucked up, didn't listen when Cali had damn near the same problem 2 years ago, and now you're reaping the consequences. I don't feel sorry for your north eastern asses at all. My ass is in Texas and we're on our own god damn grid, we don't give a shit about you, and that's fucking awesome! So you keep whining and sitting outside on the street because "it's sooo hot... we don't have any lights..." and I'll keep sitting in my fucking cold-ass, air-conditioned apartment laughing and laughing as I shovel delicious power off my balcony. Stop relying on states in the midwest to supply you with power plants, nut up and put that ugly ass plant in your own city, put up the ugly ass power lines, and in the meantime shut the fuck up! You're fucking problems do not need to be everyone else's. Yea, you're out of power, which sucks. Guess what? In Texas, if we had run out of power, you wouldn't have heard a god damn peep because all our asses would be dead, not that you'd waste any precious news time on problems that aren't your own. You think it's hot up there? Fucking laughable! You have got absolutely nothing on heat. Heat fucking lives in Texas, he vacations in the northeast. Shit, my cousin bought his condo from Heat, said he was a pimp.

"I turned off the power in the NYC
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the The Big Funky."
-remixed Don Mega

This guy is fucking sweet! He knows what's up.

Some asshole that evidently lives at my apartment complex parked his minivan in the garage over the weekend. This fuck-nose parked his minivan at an angle taking up two spots. Furthermore, this shit-ass put dubs on the minivan to increase my hate. Lastly, the cocksucker adorned the minivan with a Mercedes Benz M-Class car cover. Of course, the cover doesn't really fit since it was designed for a smaller bodied less shitty vehicle. Let me explain to you how much I hate this arrogant prick. Who the fuck does he think he is parking his piece of shit, ghettoed out, family car in two spots in my garage? Jesus Christ, I didn't have a problem when the Ferrari took up two spots but he Ferrari was a very nice, very expensive foreign car. This piece of fucking shit minivan is a cheap, domestic car that was doubled in value by its rims. Hey minivan driver! Fuck You To Hell! You Fucking Piece of Shit! Why don't you stop pretending, get the fuck out of my apartment complex, get the fuck out of my garage, get the fuck out of my parking spot, sell your piece of shit minivan, sell your fucking rims, buy your family a fucking Suburban, and buy a fucking house in the fucking suburbs so I don't have to take the rims off your shyster car and toss them through the windows! I hate you, you are what's wrong with society, you're the fucking disease and the cure is one of two things: your death or you deciding to stop being a cocksucker and treating everyone else with some fucking respect!