So here's the news: Andrea and I have moved out of the Hellhole that was the house in Donelson. We have moved into a nice apartment complex off of Murfreesboro Road. It's not new, but it's nice and well run. It even has a pool (for those of you in my area that want to come and take a dip, bring your swimsuit.) I will write more about the Pain that Was, but I just wanted to let everyone know that we are fit and hale. Th-th-th-That's All Folks.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Saintly Midnight Musings
Well, it was a typical day today. I woke up, did some of my homework, watched the landlord's grandmother and made sure she was fed and watered both in the morning and afternoon. So I fark off to school, and it's the usual day. Nothing of note. Then yr. humble blogger gets home...
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Then all hell breaks loose. No sooner have I gotten home then W. (one of the landlords) got a call from his sister. His mother went to sleep and didn't wake up. So yours' truly drove him over there, because that's what I do and that's how I roll. I get there, drop him off, give hugs and such to those that need it, and I get sent on my merry way while he takes care of things over at his sisters' house.
So I get home, thinking everything is swell...no sooner have I got my coat off than I get a call from R. (the other landlord) Apparently, he is skint broke and needs to come home. Apparently W. and his sister are getting into a donnybrook over at her house, and R. needs to get home and can he borrow some money to get a bus ticket. (I am deliberately leaving some of the details out, mainly because it's a farkarow and... well, let's just say it a mess and leave it at that.)
So he asks me, I say no, I don't have it. He asks me to ask Andrea if she can float it. I have a good feeling I know what the answer is. No. Not because we don't care, and not because we're heartless, but because We're Broke! He says he's gonna pay us back, but it's rare when we have loaned money that we have been paid back. And don't get me started on what he owes Andrea for watching his grandmother. She was getting paid less than minimum wage by my calculations.
Basically, I want to help, but I am helped out. How're we gonna help when we can barely help ourselves?
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Anyway, that's all for now.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Dharma's Musings
So I realize that I haven't posted anything in a while, so I think it's time I update the rest of my folks on here as to what I've been doing.
First, I have enrolled in Kaplan Career Institute here in Nashville. I am currently into their Comptuer Support Technician program, which covers everything from what you need to know to pass the COMPTIA A+ Certification test (which I will be taking the first part of on the 20th), to Network Fundamentals and I will be learning about Linux (which I already have a leg up on thanks to messing around with Ubuntu) as well as a number of other things which are related to the field.
My plan is that I get some kind of help desk job, or something related to PC Repair like Best Buy Geek Squad or something similar. Also, I have been engaged to Andrea since November of last year. We were planning on getting handfasted at PUF this year, but it wasn't meant to be. See, I got fired from the Burger King at Opry Mills. They forgot to mention that they print the email of the Area Manager on every receipt. Apparently someone just didn't like the cut of my jib, so they fired off an email. I already had some dings on my record, so that was the last one. Though to be fair, it was probably for the best, since the whole damn mall got flooded out last weekend.
Oh, yeah...I live in Nashville. We didn't get flooded out, but there were a lot of folks that weren't as lucky.
Where was I? Oh, right... So Andrea quit her job at the mall, hadn't been able to work for reasons I won't discuss here for time reasons, but she was able to find work at the Dunkin Donuts at the MTA Bus Station downtown. So things are more or less looking up.
Anyway, that's all I have for now.
Testing the waters...
So I've been puttering around a bit, and found this neat little site called Posterous. Apparently it posts things automatically for you across your blogs without having to go to each one individually. So here's me, testing the waters of the blogosphere.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Holy Cats! Has it really been 4 years since I updated this thing?
*blows some of the cyber-dust off*
Wow. Change has come to the Pit, ladies and germs. Since my last posting I have:
Anyway, that's all for now...
*blows some of the cyber-dust off*
Wow. Change has come to the Pit, ladies and germs. Since my last posting I have:
- Moved out of the haven of Republicanism that is East Tennessee
- Moved into a nice place in Nashville and
- Found a love that I thought I would never find
Anyway, that's all for now...
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Postings from The Pit
Greetings, sports fans, and welcome to another edition of Postings from The Pit, or as I often say, “My writer’s block, and How to overcome it.”
Soon, the holidays will be over, and things will return to their usual insanity. Work is proceeding as normal, though with a few less things that I did like. Like being able to listen to the radio, which seems to be an issue for me but not for one of the others, which is due to him getting more done quicker…maybe it was a distraction, and I just didn’t realize it.
The thing that chews me up inside is, I have to submit to the wishes of another and the fact that he’s right is what makes it the worst. The Truth, ladies and germs, is that I am terribly, terribly distracted by….mmm, shiny thing.
Moving right along, let’s commence with the news:
Brush Fires Suck
From the lovely people at Yahoo News by way of AP comes another in a series of disasters hitting Texas. My shouts go out to all those folks affected by this. I can remember riding the Grey Dog through Texas…..all the bloody way. I had never, before Iowa that is, seen so much….Flat. It unnerved me. And the August heat didn’t help, which I seemed to be perpetually in until around El Paso. On the way, I saw huge patches of blackened soil which I knew to be places where the fires that spring and summer had done their work. The fact that this is affecting East TX is somewhat interesting….especially with the Prez lounging in his Ranch in Crawford. My tin-foil hat wearing Evil Twin thinks it’s weather manipulation of some sort….or something.
Paragons of Stupidity
Again, from the fine cats and kitties at Yahoo and AP comes a shining example of the Yoots of Today being not quite with it on some things. On the one hand, I give them points for using technology to further poke holes in the War on Drugs program that doesn’t work (like some programs tend to do). However, I take away points for just sheer stupidity. Never leave the evidence where it can be found, kids. Lucky for them, juvenile records usually get expunged.
So today I give Errin Parsons and Zachary Brady the Junior Edition Paragon of Stupidity Award.
And finally:
Your Moment of Bush
This time, from the fine cats and kitties at Reuters by way of Yahoo comes a puzzling story.
So let me get this straight: He doesn’t read the paper, but he reads books. Well, to give the Horned One his due, at least he’s reading. Of course, I say this like one says about a 5 year old who can’t read so well. Methinks this is a calculated move by Karl “The E stands for Eichmann” Rove. Maybe Imperial Grunts will give him some perspective, though I haven’t read the book either to say what kind of slant there is.
And with that, another edition of PftP comes to an end. Be well, do good works, and keep your death ray handy.
Soon, the holidays will be over, and things will return to their usual insanity. Work is proceeding as normal, though with a few less things that I did like. Like being able to listen to the radio, which seems to be an issue for me but not for one of the others, which is due to him getting more done quicker…maybe it was a distraction, and I just didn’t realize it.
The thing that chews me up inside is, I have to submit to the wishes of another and the fact that he’s right is what makes it the worst. The Truth, ladies and germs, is that I am terribly, terribly distracted by….mmm, shiny thing.
Moving right along, let’s commence with the news:
Brush Fires Suck
From the lovely people at Yahoo News by way of AP comes another in a series of disasters hitting Texas. My shouts go out to all those folks affected by this. I can remember riding the Grey Dog through Texas…..all the bloody way. I had never, before Iowa that is, seen so much….Flat. It unnerved me. And the August heat didn’t help, which I seemed to be perpetually in until around El Paso. On the way, I saw huge patches of blackened soil which I knew to be places where the fires that spring and summer had done their work. The fact that this is affecting East TX is somewhat interesting….especially with the Prez lounging in his Ranch in Crawford. My tin-foil hat wearing Evil Twin thinks it’s weather manipulation of some sort….or something.
Paragons of Stupidity
Again, from the fine cats and kitties at Yahoo and AP comes a shining example of the Yoots of Today being not quite with it on some things. On the one hand, I give them points for using technology to further poke holes in the War on Drugs program that doesn’t work (like some programs tend to do). However, I take away points for just sheer stupidity. Never leave the evidence where it can be found, kids. Lucky for them, juvenile records usually get expunged.
So today I give Errin Parsons and Zachary Brady the Junior Edition Paragon of Stupidity Award.
And finally:
Your Moment of Bush
This time, from the fine cats and kitties at Reuters by way of Yahoo comes a puzzling story.
So let me get this straight: He doesn’t read the paper, but he reads books. Well, to give the Horned One his due, at least he’s reading. Of course, I say this like one says about a 5 year old who can’t read so well. Methinks this is a calculated move by Karl “The E stands for Eichmann” Rove. Maybe Imperial Grunts will give him some perspective, though I haven’t read the book either to say what kind of slant there is.
And with that, another edition of PftP comes to an end. Be well, do good works, and keep your death ray handy.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Postings from The Pit
Postings from The Pit
Greetings, sports fans, and welcome to another fine entry from PfTP, or My Opinions and Why They Matter. I won’t bore you all with the details of my life, but I will say that things have been a lot more Interesting (in the Chinese sense) than normal. However, with a year like this….interesting doesn’t even begin to describe, which raises a whole host of personal questions that I won’t delve into here.
Anyway, enough of that bad jazz, time for the news:
So Long, Eddie…we hardly knew ye.
From the Good People at AP by way of Yahoo News comes a story of the death of a good man and a wonderful performer.
I first saw him, like most people in the south who like wrasslin’, on WCW Monday Nitro back in the early 90s when wrestling had a larger casual fan base. I’ve always been a wrestling fan, it’s true, but this was exciting for me because all aspects of wrestling were being shown in unlikely places. And here’s Eddie, from a wrestling family ala The Hart Family or The Von Erichs. And boy does it show.
Then I learn that he’s plagued with all sorts of substance abuse problems that are typical of those in that particular lifestyle. You take meds for the pain, you take meds to help lose weight or to gain muscle, plus a whole host of recreational pharmaceuticals that are available from groupies and other performers. Eddie became a victim to the worst one: Alcohol. So much so, even his own friends publicly admitted that they wanted him to seek help. Finally in 2001 he did and overcame his demons. Not long after that, he became the World Champion which is something that every wrestler wants, regardless of if it’s fake….excuse me, pre-determined or not. It’s an achievement. It means that you are at the top of the heap and in favor both by fans, by management, and by the boys and girls in the locker room. In Eddie’s case, it helped that, aside from being a drunk, he was a real stand-up guy.
And now he’s dead. Pity, because the world could use more guys like him. RIP Eddie “I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal” Guerrero, you will be missed.
(Un)Intelligent Design
Or: How to dismiss the works of Science using a straw man, a theory that isn’t and theology wrapped in a pseudoscientific candy shell.
Really, I can’t do any better than what this guy said about the whole subject. Go ahead and read it…I’ll wait.
This whole thing isn’t really new. Bill Hicks mentioned it during one of his bits on the Arizona Bay CD. “Doesn’t it creep you out that God might be messing with you. My nightmare is I go up to the pearly gates and St. Peter asks, “Do you believe in dinosaurs?” “Yes?” BANG! AHHH! “Off to hell you go, God was just messing with you.” Frankly, I am glad that those fine folks voted all those bastards out of the school board. That’s all we need is more morons in public office.
And speaking of morons in public office….
Bush League Tent
From the fine folks at AFP by way of Yahoo News comes the departing Shrub from Mongolia. I can imagine the conversation now:
Mongol #1: “So you’re saying you believe that some unknown space alien of some sort created all this?” he says as he motions to everything around him in his tent.
W: Well, yes. And We also believe that life is sacred and should be preserved at all costs.
Mongol #2: “Yeah, but at least we would make sure a dying woman is able to die with dignity instead of taking up her husband’s valuable resources like his health, sanity and money. And you call *us* barbarians…”
Mongol #3: “And what about this global warming we read about? Don’t think it exists? I have news for you, Bubba, Many of our families have gone through the dzud more often than before,” he said as he fondled his ritual dagger.
W: (laughs nervously)
One of these things is not like the others…. China, Japan, South Korea, Mongolia. Of all these countries, how many supported the Invas…..excuse me, the War in Iraq? China? Nope. South Korea? Not really, too many other problems like a Psycho Dictator at their backdoor. Japan? At first, until their people started being kidnapped. Mongolia? You can lay even money on that one, Bubba. Which begs the question: Could it be that this is a prize area sought by both China and the US as a trading partner. Mongolia has been a central state between the Russians and the Chinese, world powers that have traded back and forth over it. Don’t think for one moment that Shrub will not use Mongolia as a lever to get China and Japan into the War, and North Korea against South Korea as well.
Bearing this in mind, I don’t see anything worthwhile coming from this. Poll numbers for Bush Inc. are about at Clinton level during the blowjob non-scandal, which suits me. Herr Frist has a look on his face that is priceless as he slowly watches his presidential hopes swirl down the drain during his apoplexy viz. The Intelligence Committee closed door hearings, Ah-nuld watches his political future go up in flames as he learns never to mess with nurses, especially nurses unions, and The Hammer gets pinned like the jackass that he is.
It’s all good, but like all good things, it must end. Just like this column, unfortunately. Be well, do good work, and keep your powder dry.
Greetings, sports fans, and welcome to another fine entry from PfTP, or My Opinions and Why They Matter. I won’t bore you all with the details of my life, but I will say that things have been a lot more Interesting (in the Chinese sense) than normal. However, with a year like this….interesting doesn’t even begin to describe, which raises a whole host of personal questions that I won’t delve into here.
Anyway, enough of that bad jazz, time for the news:
So Long, Eddie…we hardly knew ye.
From the Good People at AP by way of Yahoo News comes a story of the death of a good man and a wonderful performer.
I first saw him, like most people in the south who like wrasslin’, on WCW Monday Nitro back in the early 90s when wrestling had a larger casual fan base. I’ve always been a wrestling fan, it’s true, but this was exciting for me because all aspects of wrestling were being shown in unlikely places. And here’s Eddie, from a wrestling family ala The Hart Family or The Von Erichs. And boy does it show.
Then I learn that he’s plagued with all sorts of substance abuse problems that are typical of those in that particular lifestyle. You take meds for the pain, you take meds to help lose weight or to gain muscle, plus a whole host of recreational pharmaceuticals that are available from groupies and other performers. Eddie became a victim to the worst one: Alcohol. So much so, even his own friends publicly admitted that they wanted him to seek help. Finally in 2001 he did and overcame his demons. Not long after that, he became the World Champion which is something that every wrestler wants, regardless of if it’s fake….excuse me, pre-determined or not. It’s an achievement. It means that you are at the top of the heap and in favor both by fans, by management, and by the boys and girls in the locker room. In Eddie’s case, it helped that, aside from being a drunk, he was a real stand-up guy.
And now he’s dead. Pity, because the world could use more guys like him. RIP Eddie “I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal” Guerrero, you will be missed.
(Un)Intelligent Design
Or: How to dismiss the works of Science using a straw man, a theory that isn’t and theology wrapped in a pseudoscientific candy shell.
Really, I can’t do any better than what this guy said about the whole subject. Go ahead and read it…I’ll wait.
This whole thing isn’t really new. Bill Hicks mentioned it during one of his bits on the Arizona Bay CD. “Doesn’t it creep you out that God might be messing with you. My nightmare is I go up to the pearly gates and St. Peter asks, “Do you believe in dinosaurs?” “Yes?” BANG! AHHH! “Off to hell you go, God was just messing with you.” Frankly, I am glad that those fine folks voted all those bastards out of the school board. That’s all we need is more morons in public office.
And speaking of morons in public office….
Bush League Tent
From the fine folks at AFP by way of Yahoo News comes the departing Shrub from Mongolia. I can imagine the conversation now:
Mongol #1: “So you’re saying you believe that some unknown space alien of some sort created all this?” he says as he motions to everything around him in his tent.
W: Well, yes. And We also believe that life is sacred and should be preserved at all costs.
Mongol #2: “Yeah, but at least we would make sure a dying woman is able to die with dignity instead of taking up her husband’s valuable resources like his health, sanity and money. And you call *us* barbarians…”
Mongol #3: “And what about this global warming we read about? Don’t think it exists? I have news for you, Bubba, Many of our families have gone through the dzud more often than before,” he said as he fondled his ritual dagger.
W: (laughs nervously)
One of these things is not like the others…. China, Japan, South Korea, Mongolia. Of all these countries, how many supported the Invas…..excuse me, the War in Iraq? China? Nope. South Korea? Not really, too many other problems like a Psycho Dictator at their backdoor. Japan? At first, until their people started being kidnapped. Mongolia? You can lay even money on that one, Bubba. Which begs the question: Could it be that this is a prize area sought by both China and the US as a trading partner. Mongolia has been a central state between the Russians and the Chinese, world powers that have traded back and forth over it. Don’t think for one moment that Shrub will not use Mongolia as a lever to get China and Japan into the War, and North Korea against South Korea as well.
Bearing this in mind, I don’t see anything worthwhile coming from this. Poll numbers for Bush Inc. are about at Clinton level during the blowjob non-scandal, which suits me. Herr Frist has a look on his face that is priceless as he slowly watches his presidential hopes swirl down the drain during his apoplexy viz. The Intelligence Committee closed door hearings, Ah-nuld watches his political future go up in flames as he learns never to mess with nurses, especially nurses unions, and The Hammer gets pinned like the jackass that he is.
It’s all good, but like all good things, it must end. Just like this column, unfortunately. Be well, do good work, and keep your powder dry.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Postings From the Pit Friday Edition
Greetings, sports fans, and welcome to the Quick and Dirty version of Postings from the Pit. I say quick and dirty because I am going on very little sleep after a long night. I might even have to catch a catnap at some point, but for now let’s just focus on the news, shall we?
This is a Long Winded Warning, News and Opinions Ahoy. Wipe your feet and check your weapons at the door...
Heavenly Bank Account Dept.
From the lovely folks at AP by way of Yahoo comes a story. A story about a man named Pat. Here's something about ol' Pat. Way back in the dark days of the late 80s, Asshat Pat ran in the Republican primaries early on, with strong showings in Iowa. Asshat Pat has his own TV show called the 700 Club. It's sort of the Anti-PTL Club which was and in some way still is mostly stuff about the news that affect Christians (specifically the more conservative and controversial branches) and their particular spin on things. He lost the primaries but he understood the relationship between media and politics.
At one time, I subscribed to the belief that I was "Watching the Enemy". And in a sense, that's true. I don't loathe and despise this man for being a Christian. I loathe and despise him because he (like Idiot Man-Boy Shrub) believes that religion plays an essential role in politics. However, Pat and another bad cat by the name of Ralph Reed decided that the best way to win hearts and minds to their cause was by running their people in things like school board elections, local and state governments and such on the vague idea of “Family Values.” What this was, they didn’t say at first, but the message became part of the media.
When I first read this piece, my first thought was, “Why in the holy fuck is this news?” This is the man who said in front of a live audience with his partner in hate crime Fall-down a-well that 9/11 was a sign from God that this country was full of sinners, atheists and witches who hate American, eat babies, go for Bowling, etc. and are Destroying Everything We Take For Granted. I had stopped watching The 700 Club long before, having figured out everything I needed to know (and some things I didn’t want to know.)
My next thought was, “Why hasn’t anyone tied this man up, thrown him in the back of a black panel van and beaten the wholly hell out of him with a Louisville slugger and thrown him into a vicious pack of Lesbian Biker Gangs during their period.” I mean really, why is this guy still jabbering on, mongering fear like a cheap whore sells blow jobs?
Personally, I am glad that the Good Folks of Dover, PA have thrown all the assholes believing in Intelligent Design out. Maybe this means there are some people out there who actually give a damn about the hearts and minds of this country.
And speaking of hearts and minds, and how not to win them….
I Have no Brain, Yet I Still Speak
From the lovely folks at AP by way of Yahoo comes Sign #325 that the current sitting President is a tool for interests that are not our own.
Let’s see: Talking points on the WMDs with no trustworthy explanation as to who came up with this connection between Al “We swear we are only killing infidels…oh wait, sorry, Jordanians, Bahrainis, Chinese and a few Americans” Quesadilla and Iraq, which has so far proven to be non-existent until we actually invaded Iraq.
Everyone tries to rewrite history. Take Shrub, for example. He’s living proof that you don’t have to be successful in business, a champion of sobriety, or even a decent soldier to become President. You just have to have a family that has been in Politics since the heady days of Prohibition, and a father that was head of the CIA, the Vice-President and later the President himself. (Plus a host of other Useful People to the Powers that Bedevil.) So before you start complaining about people questioning you, Bubba, maybe you should take a Hard Look at what you are saying and what you are being told to say by those who don’t serve the overall best interests of the common man.
And speaking of common (the rarely seen sense, that is) and how screwed we all really are….
Five Veterans Walk Into a Cemetery...
And again, we go to the AP by way of Yahoo for a tale of woe designed to enrage and inform at the same time.
Why in the Blue Hell of Rajabar should there not be flags in the cemetery honoring the dead in what has so far been a useless war? Why aren’t we seeing the coffins? Are people so afraid of death that they risk *gasp* questioning why we are over there in the first place?
Bad news, they already are. My hat goes off to Herr Frist for throwing such a temper tantrum when they closed the Senate last week. Had you not pitched a hissy and bitched, the whole thing might have been glossed over. And I for one am thankful for it, because the spotlight is on. Even your hardcore constituents are starting to question just why you was where you were when W went wandering wide for support of his Right-Wing agenda. The fact that you didn’t even bother to register until the day your candidacy was announced is even more telling because it shows you for what you pretty much are. A Backwoods Bubba who, much like his own cons-tit-chin-see, doesn’t even bother to vote. Don’t believe me? Ask any dull eyed mouth-breather, they’ll tell you that they don’t vote because their voice doesn’t matter. When I look at you, Frist, I see someone who doesn’t believe in the system that you are supposed to be representing. I see you time and time again cow-tow to the fundies without any regard to any other opinion. Yes, I understand that there are a lot of them out there. Some of them vote, but more important, some of them give you large sums of cash to make sure a bill gets passed or what-not. You should have been rode out of town on a rail with a pack of rabid weasels super-glued to your ass long ago, and you can just forget about the president bid in ’08.
Here’s a scary thought…What if Quayle decides to run, would Frist be VP... Maybe it is best not to think about that, eh, folks? Even money says that is most likely. However, until then, we have next year to consider, and it will prove to be Very Interesting Times for the GOP. We are already seeing signs in the Governors races in Virginia and PA. Hell, even Ah-nuld isn’t doing so well, and he was supposed to be the Republican Kennedy. Maybe he will go back to making movies like Reagan should have done.
Anyway, kudos to the Peace Activists who decided not to denigrate to the level of Untamed Lizards by not fighting the VFW on this one, because it will make everyone look bad by design. The Peace Activists got permission and no one else seemed to object save the Vets, proving once again that God has a sense of humor.
In any case, that's enough for now. Be well, do good works, and keep your powder dry.
This is a Long Winded Warning, News and Opinions Ahoy. Wipe your feet and check your weapons at the door...
Heavenly Bank Account Dept.
From the lovely folks at AP by way of Yahoo comes a story. A story about a man named Pat. Here's something about ol' Pat. Way back in the dark days of the late 80s, Asshat Pat ran in the Republican primaries early on, with strong showings in Iowa. Asshat Pat has his own TV show called the 700 Club. It's sort of the Anti-PTL Club which was and in some way still is mostly stuff about the news that affect Christians (specifically the more conservative and controversial branches) and their particular spin on things. He lost the primaries but he understood the relationship between media and politics.
At one time, I subscribed to the belief that I was "Watching the Enemy". And in a sense, that's true. I don't loathe and despise this man for being a Christian. I loathe and despise him because he (like Idiot Man-Boy Shrub) believes that religion plays an essential role in politics. However, Pat and another bad cat by the name of Ralph Reed decided that the best way to win hearts and minds to their cause was by running their people in things like school board elections, local and state governments and such on the vague idea of “Family Values.” What this was, they didn’t say at first, but the message became part of the media.
When I first read this piece, my first thought was, “Why in the holy fuck is this news?” This is the man who said in front of a live audience with his partner in hate crime Fall-down a-well that 9/11 was a sign from God that this country was full of sinners, atheists and witches who hate American, eat babies, go for Bowling, etc. and are Destroying Everything We Take For Granted. I had stopped watching The 700 Club long before, having figured out everything I needed to know (and some things I didn’t want to know.)
My next thought was, “Why hasn’t anyone tied this man up, thrown him in the back of a black panel van and beaten the wholly hell out of him with a Louisville slugger and thrown him into a vicious pack of Lesbian Biker Gangs during their period.” I mean really, why is this guy still jabbering on, mongering fear like a cheap whore sells blow jobs?
Personally, I am glad that the Good Folks of Dover, PA have thrown all the assholes believing in Intelligent Design out. Maybe this means there are some people out there who actually give a damn about the hearts and minds of this country.
And speaking of hearts and minds, and how not to win them….
I Have no Brain, Yet I Still Speak
From the lovely folks at AP by way of Yahoo comes Sign #325 that the current sitting President is a tool for interests that are not our own.
Let’s see: Talking points on the WMDs with no trustworthy explanation as to who came up with this connection between Al “We swear we are only killing infidels…oh wait, sorry, Jordanians, Bahrainis, Chinese and a few Americans” Quesadilla and Iraq, which has so far proven to be non-existent until we actually invaded Iraq.
Everyone tries to rewrite history. Take Shrub, for example. He’s living proof that you don’t have to be successful in business, a champion of sobriety, or even a decent soldier to become President. You just have to have a family that has been in Politics since the heady days of Prohibition, and a father that was head of the CIA, the Vice-President and later the President himself. (Plus a host of other Useful People to the Powers that Bedevil.) So before you start complaining about people questioning you, Bubba, maybe you should take a Hard Look at what you are saying and what you are being told to say by those who don’t serve the overall best interests of the common man.
And speaking of common (the rarely seen sense, that is) and how screwed we all really are….
Five Veterans Walk Into a Cemetery...
And again, we go to the AP by way of Yahoo for a tale of woe designed to enrage and inform at the same time.
Why in the Blue Hell of Rajabar should there not be flags in the cemetery honoring the dead in what has so far been a useless war? Why aren’t we seeing the coffins? Are people so afraid of death that they risk *gasp* questioning why we are over there in the first place?
Bad news, they already are. My hat goes off to Herr Frist for throwing such a temper tantrum when they closed the Senate last week. Had you not pitched a hissy and bitched, the whole thing might have been glossed over. And I for one am thankful for it, because the spotlight is on. Even your hardcore constituents are starting to question just why you was where you were when W went wandering wide for support of his Right-Wing agenda. The fact that you didn’t even bother to register until the day your candidacy was announced is even more telling because it shows you for what you pretty much are. A Backwoods Bubba who, much like his own cons-tit-chin-see, doesn’t even bother to vote. Don’t believe me? Ask any dull eyed mouth-breather, they’ll tell you that they don’t vote because their voice doesn’t matter. When I look at you, Frist, I see someone who doesn’t believe in the system that you are supposed to be representing. I see you time and time again cow-tow to the fundies without any regard to any other opinion. Yes, I understand that there are a lot of them out there. Some of them vote, but more important, some of them give you large sums of cash to make sure a bill gets passed or what-not. You should have been rode out of town on a rail with a pack of rabid weasels super-glued to your ass long ago, and you can just forget about the president bid in ’08.
Here’s a scary thought…What if Quayle decides to run, would Frist be VP... Maybe it is best not to think about that, eh, folks? Even money says that is most likely. However, until then, we have next year to consider, and it will prove to be Very Interesting Times for the GOP. We are already seeing signs in the Governors races in Virginia and PA. Hell, even Ah-nuld isn’t doing so well, and he was supposed to be the Republican Kennedy. Maybe he will go back to making movies like Reagan should have done.
Anyway, kudos to the Peace Activists who decided not to denigrate to the level of Untamed Lizards by not fighting the VFW on this one, because it will make everyone look bad by design. The Peace Activists got permission and no one else seemed to object save the Vets, proving once again that God has a sense of humor.
In any case, that's enough for now. Be well, do good works, and keep your powder dry.
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