"I think they are all homosexual communists in Satan's army...I espect as well they all live together and bathe together every morning and have the anal sex with one another, with the fisting and the guinea pigs." - Manuel Estimulo
"I can never quite tell if the defeatists are conservative satirists poking fun at the left or simply retards. Or both. Retarded satire, perhaps?" - Kyle
"You're an effete fucktard" - Jeff Goldstein of Protein Wisdom
"This is the most pathetic blog ever..." - Ames Tiedeman
"You two [the Rev and el Comandante] make an erudite pair. I guess it beats thinking." - Matt Cunningham (aka Jubal) of OC Blog
"Can someone please explain to me what the point is behind that roving gang of douchebags? I’m being serious here. It’s not funny, and doesn’t really make anything that qualifies as logical argument. Paint huffers? Drunken high school chess geeks?" - rickinstl
And Elizabeth Taylor, Dianna Ross and Lisa Marie have a mass of mixed emotions. But, who's going to worry about the monkey? Ultimately, it was all about money...just money.
Now, in the US when a princpal installs cameras in the Girl's Bathroom, we call it voyeurism. In England, where the IRA gave them the gift of 24/7 Closed Circuit TV Coverage of everygoddamnthing imaginable, it's just the next step in securing the state. From itself. For itself. God save the Queens...
I spent some time, as long-time readers know, in Casino Land. There is a definite etiquette that you have to observe, or at some point, they don't let you play. So long as you are losing, they'll let you get away with whatever you're doing but they'll advise you and ask you to stop. Start winning, and they'll stop your play. That simple. If you've been watching the Oceans Whatever Series, they're a bit extreme but really not that much. Casinos go through a lot to avoid being scammed; they trust no one. And, getting violent on the casino floor is a bad idea...Hands below the table when the dice are in play is a serious violation. You could tap the table or slap it or do something else to alter the roll.
McCain doesn't sound like a real high roller or whale; Cindy is rich, but not whale rich. So, if he is that crazy in his play and over-reacts that much to a polite reminder, I'm thinking he may fit the degenerate gambler profile. I also have to wonder about obsessive compulsive behavior combined with some substance abuse. The guy is constantly in pain from his injuries--yet, he drinks? Odd combination. Gotta be on some pain medication. And he drinks. And gets uncontrollably angry.
So, this story is actually kind of scary. McCain seems to have real issues with women, particularly women his own age, touching him or talking to him. A lot of former military guys have issues with being touched unless they know it's coming. It is a reaction to the environment, a physiological manifestation of deeper psychological issues related in part to the experience. Former prisoners who've done hard time in tough places have the same reaction. McCain is way, way over the top. He's actually fucking crazy. His issues with Cindy are pretty well documented as well. I'm starting to wonder if he may be a deeply closeted homosexual, who pursues and abuses women to avoid confronting his deeper self. Wouldn't it be cool if our first openly gay president would be a Republican Macho Man?
Next, the whole, "Do you know who I am! I'm John McCain, bitch!" says volumes about his character. None of it good. Under stress, he becomes a dickhead. Ok, I was a grunt. I still have a grunt mindset. Under stress, I devolve to being a dickhead. In general, however, I don't like being a dickhead, so I work really work hard at not being an asshole, dickhead or panic-stricken deranged guy screaming about "get off of my lawn. Do you know who I am? I'm Crusader AXE of the Lost Causes, bitch." If I find myself at that point, I change what I'm doing so as not to be stuck in that spiral to madness. Now, the temper is something we can't blame on the North Vietnamese. He brought that to the game himself.
A lot of people -- rich, famous, accomplished -- are assholes. Not a terrible surprise. But, McCain is very over the top...if I were coaching Obama for the next debate, I'd work him to psychologically get McCain to lose it. Which he could easily be goaded into -- I could picture a world class meltdown over the whole freedom fries thing. Obama may be too much of a gentleman to do this...interestingly, McCain has a piece of paper from Annapolis and the Department of the Navy commissioning him as an officer and a gentleman. Gentleman do no physically and verbally abuse little old ladies.
Seriously, I've been thinking that the guy has had a series of small strokes. Now, I'm starting to think that the guy is just revealing his true colors. He's probably a decent guy to joke around with and have a drink with. But, I wouldn't trust him with my animals, kids (if any!) and spouse. The significant other, if she were still in the picture, would knee him in the groin and kick him senseless, so that would be no problem, if he went off on here.
So, clueless, erratic, short-fused, unpredictable, violent and abusive. This guy could make us wish for more of the Bush presidency. I could see him taking a swing at Putin; and, Putin would take him out. Hopefully, we'd see it live. It also could be interesting the first time Vice President Bumpo crosses him on something...given that it doesn't seem to matter, trivial or major, he'll just go nuts...the first woman Vice President could end up in an emotionally, spiritually and potentially physically abusive relationship based on lies. Well, perhaps First Dude and Sis can help with that.
Hey, Crusader AXE here, or as he is known by his dreaded uberfrau wanna be surrogate mother who's younger than he is, AXE Diesel Palin, with insight. (Seriously, the generator came up with that one based on the name I got stuck with at Baptism, Ebenezer Guinness FitzGuiness Tulamore)
Bill Maher catches the whole zeitgeist with this one, pointing out that the most tragic political prisoner in America to day is Motherfuckin Redneck Levi whatever his name is. Maher indicated that HBO has purchased the rights to www.freelevi.com and if you visit, you can buy a piss yellow t-shirt with Free Levi on it to help him get a fresh start outside of that "frozen methlab you call a town." Not sure at what he's going to get a start at, but as Bill points out, given the way this kid is, well, the baby is far better off in "that Mormon conclave they call a house."
"I pushed her on the earth's creation, whether it was really less
than 7,000 years old and whether dinosaurs and humans walked the earth
at the same time. And she said yes, she'd seen images somewhere of
dinosaur fossils with human footprints in them."(Probably at a Grateful Dead concert someplace as part of the lightshow after she quaffed down a pill or two while she wandering peripateticly in search of someone who would give her a degree in something... AXE Emphasis)
Munger also asked Palin if she truly believed in the End of Days,
the doomsday scenario when the Messiah will return. "She looked in my
eyes and said, 'Yes, I think I will see Jesus come back to earth in my
lifetime.'" ( Well, she's probably right. If she goes to, oh, El Paso, I'm sure Jesus will come up to her and offer to clean her windshield...which probably means something odd in Alaska...AXE emphasis.)
Ok. I feel a lot better with her in a national leadership role...we'll have a VP who clearly did a lot of acid as a teenager and, given her somewhat frenetic appearance and speaking style, probably does some crystal on the side just to keep her edge up...
Enough said. Putin probably uses HGH to keep that ripped look... Of course, given the fact that the air quality in Bejing right now is just wonderful -- only barely toxic as opposed to being semi-solid -- testing positive might be a survival technique for a sprinter or other track athlete.
We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union,
establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare , and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves
and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United
States of America.
And, once again, a right wing twit appropriates Jefferson out of context to justify their madness. Now, if Jefferson were to run for office today, it would probably be as a libertarian or an agrarian socialist but I'm pretty sure that he'd be condemned by the Bushites and the Foxites as an un-American elitist...of course, they consider public education optional. So, here's a lesson is safe logic...
NEW YORK (AP) -- An Italian businessman who once dated actress
Anne Hathaway was arrested Tuesday on charges he posed as a
representative of the Vatican to fleece wealthy investors in a real
estate company that sought to buy and redevelop Roman Catholic Church
property.
The whole dating a woman probably should have warned them...
Since carrying a pistol in shoulder holster is somewhat difficult in summer heat, the new approach by the good citizens of Utah is to carry it on your hip, a la The Frisco Kid. My first thought, which indicates that I'm comfortable with guns personally was, well, that could work...my next thought was along the lines of WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY THINKING!
Look, I firmly go along with "Guns don't kill people; evil, vicious, angry or stupid people kill people, with guns." I suspect that the authors of the 2nd Amendment were smoking some of George Washington's hemp when they wrote the thing, which, if taken literally, would allow us all to carry around our own portable M19 grenade launchers and think that it's reasonable to interpret it to provide protections to the non-Johnny Ringos amongst us. We are, collectively, the most violent and the most incarcerated developed nation in the freaking world. Do we really want Crips and Bloods and Klan and Minutemen and plain old fashioned dumbasses carrying 10 MM Glocks into Nordstroms to pick up a really nice Gucci Holster?
Obviously they at least consider it ok in Utah. This is one of those seriously deranged ideas that seem to spring up in the desert...the Independent Republic of Texas, the John Birch Society, the Branch Davidians, California is wonderful and on and on and on and on. I think Crusader AXE will be a late adapter of this trend.
Cho: Can't you just see me now? "Chin up! Chest out! Hut two three four" all day through. Ever'body seems to be worryin' 'bout somethin' 'nother Who's gonna worry 'bout a private John Q?
Sometimes I get downhearted and I try hard not to think about it's All that I can do to keep from lettin' it get me down. But I'll stand proud while ever'body else will be a- Runnin' helter-skelter for a shelter underground.
When I'se a little boy I used to sit an dream of trav'lin' Visit lots of foreign countries on a sight-seein' tour; The way it looks now, I can stop savin' money Maybe go free, sponsored by a third World War.
Keith Obermann needs to get a life. Seriously, Countdown was better when it focused at least half it's energies on silly stuff; I am supposedly taking a couple of days off for no reason connected to anything except that I'm starting to feel the evil circulating in my veins and figure that a really well timed explosion could result in a fiery end to it all. Might not be so bad, but I have this morbid curiosity about what happens next. So, I spend two hours in a meeting about Six Sigma training and contracting, and I spend three hours responding to crises through cell phone and email. I then go drop off a prescription at the Crossroads of Opportunity's newest and best pharmacy and they go into a panic. I'm thinking I need to get the oil changed and I head off to Walmart's Rapid Lube. In small cities, you have limited choices, and I didn't know of anyone I'd fired or refused to hire currently working at Walmart. And, they do drug test, as opposed to offering to share which seems to be the norm around here. I get the fuel injector cleaning, and la-di-da, they break a plastic nipple. They order a new one, they plan on having me bring it back as soon as they get it from the Dealer, but they don't goddamn tell me. They then have an idiot check me out who comes from a long line of first cousins by way of his sister-mother. This is after spending two hours waiting...
So, I get home. I read more email about things that I am supposedly getting away from. I then turn on Countdown and listen to Keith go menopausal about the fact that some "contract employees" decided to look at Batboy's passport files. The gang who are normally fairly well centered act like Savaronola discovering heresy in the sanctuary because they didn't tell Batboy sooner. Visions of Watergate and the Clinton passport debacle -- he went to Moscow when he was a Rhodes Scholar and was obviously recruited by the KGB/GRU/Smersh/Red Army/Cyborg-Commie-Dope-Smokers-Sex-Ring to be a fellow traveler, as was proved by Ken Starr in Weisswassertor, Das Sequelle! -- dance across the screen.
Ok, here's the problem. "Contract workers..." Condi Rice is not in on this one or the cover-up. They have perma-temps working in state doing this. The reason being that if they step out of line, unlike with Foreign Service types, they can just tell the contractor to get rid of them. This frees us from the threat of having to pay salary and benefits to the next Alger Hess whilst he awaits trial and conviction. However, I'm betting that given the population of DC, this was probably some kids from Georgetown or GWU working at scut work to pay the bills and saying,"Hhey dude, I just found Lindsay Lohan's passport file, and her picture is sooooo hot."" Dude, how about Obama."" Oh, yeah, he's so hot!" Dude, he was in Djakarta in 1972 -- "Dude, where's Djakarta?" At least they're not interns...
This is not a sign of the end of civil liberties and if the worst thing the Republicans or Clintonicans do to Batboy is hack into his travel file, he's getting a pass. This is a sign of the cult of incompetence that runs the country. You know, bureaucrats tend to follow the rules -- that's what infuriates us all with them, admit it. They're square pegs in square holes with square doilies covering the holes with square vases filled with square flowers. Fucking bastards, they like rules. Kill them all and replace them with...people who don't know, understand or remember the rules. So, this one speaks to the cult of incompetence, not the vast right wing conspiracy.
Keith probably figured he had a lousy show and this could turn into Army v. McCarthy. Instead, it bears a
startling resemblance to a Britney-Paris chihuahua fight, only with more underwear and less dignity. The gone to soon anarcho-Defeatist poet Roger Miller put it well in his sonnet shown below. I would have linked a video, but they missed this one...
Take a little bitty town Elect a mayor of that little bitty town A square little man to make it go round Squares make the world go round
Pick out a state Elect a governor of the state A square little man to make it go round Squares make the world go round
Hey! squares make the world go round Sounds profane, sounds profound But government things can't be made through Hipsters wearing rope soled shoes
Take the whole world What does it take to make the whole world whirl What does it take to make the whole world whirl Squares make the world go round
Hey! squares make the world go round Sounds profane, sounds profound But government things can't be made through Hipsters wearing rope soled shoes
Take the whole world What does it take to make the whole world whirl What does it take to make the whole world whirl Squares make the world go round What does it take to make the whole world whirl Squares make the world go round
Ever since TR, people have talked about the President's Bully Pulpit. Now, TR meant something along the lines of "fucking bitchin'" when he used the word bully. People used to listen to the President because he was the President and he knew what he was doing. You might not agree with the guy, but you did the John Wayne about JFK thing, hoping he does a good job because "he's my president." That went south a long time ago, but now...Christ, we just hope that the guy doesn't do something like bomb Mecca or declare speeding a capital offense or pardoning Roger Clemens or something else. Maybe he had a brain anuyerism and he needs to be replaced under that amendment...oh, yeah, that would give us Cheney for 11 months.
But, he said yesterday that it's tough but we're not headed for a recession. If every time the man says something, people react as if the sky is falling, the Republicans in Congress need to get him to stop talking. Seriously. You see, the recession thing is a sign of woeful ignorance -- yes, we haven't had too quarters of negative growth -- the oil companies are carrying the GNP. We've just had a year of foreclosures, job losses, falling sales and fear, despair and depression.
Problem is, we are. Definitely, if we're not already in one. Consumers are not buying anything, the lenders are afraid to loan anything, the whole thing is crazy. When the Fed is less worried about inflation than anything else, and willing to risk it to head off the other things, you're in an economic tailspin. Houses are in free fall and trust me, in good years the President's sale days would be long over or there'd be nothing left to buy on sale. Cars aren't moving, gas is headed toward $4 a gallon by Easter, and the dollar is headed for the drachma level on the international market.
So, the R's need to get him to not talk. To anybody but Laura (Honey, I'm still prezdent, comprende? So lemme have another pretzel) Barney and Miss Beasley. In fact, just let him talk to Barney. Otherwise, it's not going to be November of 94, it's going to be 32 or even 34. I see myself as at least a sentimental democrat with libertarian-anarcho-leveller tendencies. But, I don't want an absolute Democratic majority. Granted, the R's will still control the court, but with the level of partisanship caused by the R's in Congress over the last decade, I'm not sure Scalia and Thomas are immune from impeachment.
Shit, not Barney the dog...just let him talk to this guy...
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