8 p.m.

• So the better half and I were driving back from grocery shopping night, and we went past the one thrift store that we always go past. What was on this store's sign? "Clearance." A sale at the thrift store? What, will that pair of jeans now be 50 cents instead of $1?

Actually, we donated some stuff a few weeks back when we decided to attempt to clear out our house of unwanted junk (oddly enough, Mrs. kkk is still living under my roof). This brings up a story I've been meaning to tell for more than a week. Here we go:

I don’t think I’ve mentioned my mom that much. There’s a reason. I’m not that close to her. I don’t hate her, but when you grow up as a latch-key kid you don’t tend to take the whole “family” thing that seriously. I’m not bitching about this, mind you, because I actually like keeping my family at a distance. However, here is a brief rundown of how the old lady lost her mind.

1995: Got laid off from her job because she was there too long and made too much money.

For a few years after that she worked several similar jobs and got canned due to downsizing and all that. But wait, wasn’t this during the GREATEST ECONOMY IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE? Yeah, and I was working two jobs for shit pay at Sappy Valley. But I digress. After my grandma on my mom’s side died ol’ mother decided to go to Jesus school. And for years she pestered the Jesus school administrators who didn’t want her because she was too old. Whatever. In the process she ran out of money for thinking she could weekly drive to Columbus, Ohio, and back to her Shittsburgh townhouse. Did I mention that she had virtually no income coming in at this point? Well she sold her house and kept all her shit in storage. And by shit I mean boxes upon boxes of LPs and books that were 40+ years old. In 2003 I took this crap from storage and put it into the duplex we were residing in at that point. When we found out Mrs. kkk was preggers in December I told mom it was time to get this shit out of our house. And by shit I mean more than 15 of those big ass bins. We agreed she had until June 1 to cart her shit out.

Not this past Friday but the Friday before was when she came over to take the first half of this stuff back to Ohio. But wait, she didn’t realize that these books/LPs were in these LARGE bins. Uhhhh, they’ve been in these containers since I bought these bins in ’03 when I went to take her shit from storage and realize that the boxes she was using were rotted. She then gets her “deer in headlights” look because she doesn’t know what to do. Jesus Christ, didn’t she think ANY of this through? I said to cart the bins that were smaller, and I would move some of my stuff that was in smaller bins and use those as well. I then added that I can go to Wal-Mart and get more bins for Trip 2. She then freaks out again and says, “I don’t have the money for that.” My response, “I didn’t say ‘you’ would get the bins.” Good gravy, and she said to me earlier this evening that she was going to rent a truck to cart all this stuff out. Oh, yeah. And she couldn’t lift ANY of these bins. When I asked her how she was going to unload this stuff, she replied that she was going to DRIVE AROUND WITH THIS STUFF IN HER CAR UNTIL SHE COULD GET SOMEONE FROM OHIO TO UNLOAD THE CONTENTS. And you were bitching about gas prices? Do you have any idea how much fuel you would have burned doing this? And what if you rented that truck? I’m now the rational one. My God is that frightening. Well now I’m getting bored so I’ll wrap this up. While putting the shit in her car I realized that if I joined her on this trip I could get rid of ALL this shit in ONE trip. I went to Wal-Mart and got a dozen more bins and finished moving all her shit from the big bins to the smaller ones. At 1 a.m. I was done. Four hours later I was up getting ready to get the hell out. Twelve hours later I was back home and free of all this shit. Of course I have yet to put away all the emptied bins so the basement still looks cluttered. However, it’s MY clutter.

Should I have offered to help her in the first place? Probably. But I’m an awful son. Then again, I pretty much knew I’d be doing this all along. Whatever. At least I don’t have to see her again before June.

And for those that get the title to today's entry. Good job. For those that don't, peep this:

Even though it's a live show, if you have ever listened to RIGHT-WING RADIO you might recognize this song as the theme song to a certain talker heard on hundreds upon hundreds of stations (if you still don't know, just read the comments to this video; you'll figure it out). If you want the studio version of this song, peep the two queermos below.

And while I'm on this subject, I always wondered about the reaction to Rush using this song on his show.

The standoff between CHRISSIE HYNDE and radio right-winger RUSH LIMBAUGH is finally over. Since 1984, Limbaugh had been using the "My City Was Gone," the Pretenders lament about the mall-ification of America, without Hynde's consent. According to Hynde's manager, Limbaugh had not licensed the song for his nationally syndicated radio show, nor had he even asked for permission to use it -- something that didn't seem to bother Hynde all that much until Limbaugh told a pair of reporters in 1997 that "it was icing on the cake that it was [written by] an environmentalist, animal rights wacko and was an anti-conservative song. It is anti-development, anti-capitalist, and here I am going to take a liberal song and make fun of [liberals] at the same time." Last month, Hynde finally got Limbaugh to pull the song but then did an about face on Aug. 18, telling him that he could use the song if he donated all the royalties to the animal right's organization PETA, after PETA campaign manager Dan Mathews told her Limbaugh had a soft-spot for animals. She fired off the following missive to PETA to let them know of the recent developments. "In light of Rush Limbaugh's vocal support of PETA's campaign against the Environmental Protection Agency's foolish plan to test some 3,000 chemicals on animals, I have decided to allow him to keep my song, 'My City Was Gone,' as his signature tune and to donate all proceeds from the deal to further PETA's efforts in that regard" ...