Procrastination. If only I could get around to doing more of it, I’d be a fucking professional. Unfortunately my time gets soaked up playing Quake and drifting across the internet, half reading half baked bullshit that doesn’t have anything to do with anything that has anything to do with me.

So there’s this feature on WordPress that will tell you what search terms a visitor, referred by a search engine, used to find the site. Now, I’m not going to name any names, but one of you who visited in the last 24 hours found this site by searching for “amputee whores.” You know who you are.

I’m reading Adam Smith. He’s that charming little Pict with a huge big nose, eyes that bulged like a frog and a lisp who thought the lazy hand of under-worked lay-abouts was guiding his nation toward prosperity (seriously – check out his ideas on how the steam engine came to be developed). Now, chronic sloth that I am, I’m all for the idea of some kind of dictatorship of the lazy, but I find it hard to take seriously a book titled “The Wealth of Nations” that hails from an ex-country best described now (as opposed to its glory days, back when it had trees) as the Newfoundland of the world.

Apologies, of course, to our deep-fried Mars Bar-eating friends from north of Hadrian’s Wall.

Fine and fair enough. But speaking of that crowd (economists, not Scots), is this Milton Friedman blaming some already rather over-targeted people for the evils of communism?

“…the groups in our society that have the most at stake in the preservation and strengthening of competitive capitalism are those minority groups which can most easily become the object of distrust and enmity of the majority – the Negroes, the Jews, the foreign born, to mention only the most obvious. Yet paradoxically enough, the enemies of the free market – the Socialists and the Communists – have been recruited in disproportionate measure from these groups.”

Do you think Henry Kissinger missed that part?

Like Meatloaf says, “all I can do is keep on telling you, ‘I want you, I need you,’ but [sorry Henry] there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you. Now don’t be sad, it’s because two out of three is bad.”