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Drew Hastings blogs.
07/29/2009 06:17 PM

For the last few months, Pres. Obama and all the TV faces keep saying we need to talk about Race.
Attorney General Colder said Americans are cowards when it comes to race. He called us yellow! That’s racist right there!
But seriously folks, Obama’s called for Americans to have “an open, honest dialogue on race..” And nobody seems to really start it, so I will begin the National Discussion.

All week, there’s been a media frenzy about the Prof. Gates arrest in Cambridge Mass. Arrested by a white officer and the whole thing has turned into talk about racial profiling and that racial profiling is abhorrent- must never be used, and people are just shocked, shocked! – that this could happen.
During all this Cambridge/Gates/racism media blitz, I was in Las Vegas where I was doing shows.
I was talking to security people, casino employees, and several others that piped in – all of them white, (and yes, we do talk about black people when they’re not around), the discussion centered on the fact that when Black-oriented events have come to Las Vegas, crime goes up dramatically on the Strip. A number of events were mentioned, including boxing matches, concerts, and the most talked about; the 2007 NBA Allstar game played there.
I was told horrific tales of gunfights, assaults, and rapes, trashing of casinos on the Strip and restaurants closing down because black patrons walked out on their tabs, en masse.
Now, at this point there are some readers rolling their eyes, saying “That is all heresay, and rumour – the kind of talk that inflames predjudice. In fact, this Hastings guy sounds like a racist simply because he’s writing this! If he’s not a racist, why would he and a bunch of other like-minded white people be discussing negative black behavior unless they had already made up their minds?”
Bingo.
We’d already made up our minds.
Here’s a tidbit: I think a lot of white people are very aware of and resentful that the media and Powers-that-Be fed us one of the biggest lies ever foisted on this Country: “Racism is caused by ignorance”. I don’t think that’s true.
Racism is caused by experience.
And experiences get shared with other people. Then it becomes something called “common knowledge”.
Like Las Vegas.
Rightly or wrongly.
Other than that, I have no opinion on the subject…. until tomorrow…

01/28/2009 10:02 PM

Artist Amber Stone gave me this drawing of me.
I’m ready to remake “Green Acres” in anime’.

The only thing we have to fear is fearmongering itself...
01/21/2009 03:54 PM

I was moved by Obama’s Inaugural address.
To the basement.
“..these are dark Times…”, we will overcome this grave crisis…”, we will not only survive this , but flourish..”, “war and death is tearing us apart..”, “God help us all…”
He had to scare the crap out of us.
He had spent so long over-hyping himself for 2 years, that he and his handlers used the old tactic, “make things sound hopeless and horrible – then when things get even a little better, you look like the Savior!”
I thought governing by Fear was what he said he was going to be a thing of the past. Oh sweet Irony..

Oh well, on to more mundane, sheep-like observations.

You ever know someone by a nickname and you never know their real name until they get busted and you read about it in the paper?
“What?! Geronimo’s real name is Timmy Strunk?!”

People often ask me why I thought I could leave Hollywood and become a farmer in Ohio.
“Well, I’d done well with Chia pets. And Chia pets, they’re both agriculture and livestock!”

My thoughts are so scattered I’d need a Border Collie to gather them up…..

Ode to a Marantz
11/13/2008 04:08 PM

I bought an old Marantz stereo receiver today because I don’t own a radio of any kind at home.
The Marantz was THE stereo to have in the 70’s. I could go on and on about it’s design and engineering, but it was really the blue light that emitted from the front of it.
That sexy blue glow was a nightlight for the hedonistic 70’s.
How many women were seduced under the sexy glow that spilled from the Marantz’s front – how often did I cut up drugs; qualudes or coke by that blue glow – turned -blue fog by a hundred cigarettes.
Just try to cut up an ounce of coke or count a stack of hundreds or find a chicks misplaced diaphragm by the light of a lowly iPod.

Pooling tips
11/07/2008 06:05 PM

If you want to know America’s New Direction, ask a good waitress about pooling tips. A good waitress will tell you they hate it. The restaurant takes the money that the good waitress has hustled and worked hard for, and gives it to the slacker waitress who comes in late to work and gets high out by the dumpster on her break.
The restaurant does this when the slacker waitresses start complaining that “it’s not fair”, when they see the good waitress working fast and efficiently and making more money than them. The restaurant owner doesn’t want to keep re-hiring, so he decides to pool tips. Then the good waitresses get discouraged because it makes no difference or sense to work harder any more and they quit.
Service goes down.
Restaurant closes because customers sense shoddy service and slacker workers treat them like they’re doing them a favor by serving them.
That, is redistribution of wealth.
That is Socialism taken down to an everyday level.

farm
10/07/2008 05:35 PM
EIEIO. part 1
09/05/2008 11:44 PM
People are often curious why I became a farmer. Their curiosity takes the form of questions like, “What made you move out there?“, “No, really – what were you thinking?!“ Sometimes, it’s merely comments to other friends: “Did you hear about Hastings flipping out?“


So here’s my theory – and I say “theory” because I’m not exactly sure either.
I’d been living in Hollywood for a long time and I found my behaviour had gotten …... eccentric.
Not leaving the apartment.
Having bad Thai food delivered 5 days a week.
Playing a video game (Civilization 3) nonstop. NONSTOP.
Peering out the window thru the mini-blinds and not caring that they hadn’t been cleaned in 6 years.
And most unnerving; I was talking in broken English with an Asian accent because my only contact was with the Thai deliveryman.
“Where my Hot/Sour soup?“, “I pay cash – you come now!“,
“You no bring chopsticks!“

So, during a lucid moment, I decided, “I go see therapist – chop-chop!“

After some talking, the therapist – who knew me from a previous bout of the Melancholy, exclaimed, “You just need to get out more! Be the person you used to be! Where’s that vivacious, charismatic Drew?! I know he’s in there!“

She threw some suggestions out; join a tennis club, go to wine tasting events…. I suggested joining a militia group.
She then suggested I start doing two sessions a week instead of one…..

Part 2 – tomorrow.