OK. OK. One more post about me before I go back to bashing liberals which I promise to do tomorrow.
This morning was one of those mornings when I really love living in Georgia. When I went out to get the paper around 8:00 AM it was about 37 degrees and the sky was a nice Carolina blue without a cloud to be seen. Awesome!
At 10:00 when I left for my appointment with my urologist the temp was in the 40's. All I needed was a T-shirt and a flannel shirt. Threw the wheelchair in the truck bed and off I went. I usually use my wheelchair when I go to the doctor.
The first thing I needed to do was get some X-rays of my kidneys and ureters. Checking for stones I guess. I had to get undressed and put on that stupid paper robe. Geez! I'd just as soon strip down to my skivvies in the X-ray room. I spent two months in a rehab hospital with a catheter up my weenie and having to take a crap by having someone rotate their finger up my butt. Modesty? I got none.
Done with X-ray and then I went up to Urology. I had to fill out a questionaire. All the stuff on the questionaire is already in my medical records which are now computerized and available by the computers that are in every exam room. WTF? I felt like Arlo Guthrie on the Group W bench.
So then I got in the exam room and the nurse took my vitals. BP 120/70. Whoa! Awesome! The atenelol and exercise has lowered it from 150/95.
Saw the doctor. We talked about my multiple urinary tract infections. He thinks I get too many. No shit! It goes with being a paraplegic, Doctor Dude. Fix my bladder and sphincter to I can pee like normal people. But there was some good news. My PSA is .6. Then it was time for the digital probe. Here is the upside of being a cripple. Not only do I get good parking places, but I have no sensation in my butt so I don't feel the probing digit. Yeah, I know. Too much information. Thanks for sharing. You're welcome.
Got home and started working on tommorrow's liberal bashing post. I was gonna post that today, but I thought I'd do another post about me, me, me in case that booger eatin' moh-ron Chris came back and got pissed because I was writing about me, me me. Hey Chris! Go fuck yourself!
My cleaning lady showed up around 2:00 and I had to point out the new carpet at the door and the swiffer that my sister had me buy for her to clean the hardwoods. She was a little pissed that she didn't get a rise out of my sister since she had left the plantation shutters in disarray just to piss her off. My sister didn't even notice.
Then I went down to Shepherd for my normal workout. I go down there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I'm going skiing in February and I need to work on my upper body and my endurance. I want to ski the blues this year.
Shepherd got another NuStep machine. Now they got three of them so there is almost always one open. The NuStep is a machine that is like a stair stepper only on this one you can sit down. It's good for my hips. As anyone who saw me at Eric's knows, I don't do steps too well. I made a spectacular fall in his garage.
I got home and Gerry, my cleaning lady, was just packing up. She doesn't like the swiffer. She pointed out where there were streaks in the dining room that she couldn't get out. She knows what she wants and when she finds it, I'll buy it for her.
Dear Sherry. If you want Gerry to use the swiffer, you'll have to be here when she uses it to show her what she is doing wrong.
Looked at the TV listings. Holy crap! There is a Cream reunion concert on the local PBS station. That can only mean one thing. It's begathon time. They only put the good stuff on when they're begging for money. So what do I do? I got Dish TV's version of TiVo. I stop the TV at 9:00 and start writing this post. Then at 9:30 I start watching and fast forward through the begging. Ain't technology great?
So how were they? They were great! I am so sick of these reunion shows of groups that have to have additional singers, keyboard players, and guitarists. This was just Cream. Yeah, Jack Bruce can't hit the high notes anymore but he compensated. I've always liked his bass playing. He always provides a good bass run for Clapton. Always in key and always on rhythm. Interesting. Sometimes he plays a fretless bass. Clapton was Clapton. I always thought he did his best stuff when he was with Cream. These guys have all got to be over 60 and they still rock. Didn't do the Ahhhhh! in White Room, but those are high notes. Good stuff. Looking out at the audience, there were people who hadn't even been born when Cream was formed in the late 60's. I remember listening to Sunshine of Your Love in Viet Nam in 1969. The only thing they didn't play that I wanted to hear was Tales of Brave Ulysses.
On a side note, when they played Politician (Hey baby, get into my big black car), I remembered I had a friend in the 70's who did that in Ted Kennedy's voice: Hey ah Miss Kopechne, ah get into ah my big black ah cah.
So now it's time to check comments and see if there are any trolls who need whacking.
Good night.
V-Man was in Atlanta over the weekend. He, Zonker, Kelley, Ellison, and I had a stealth mini-meet of Blown-eyed Blodgers Saturday night.
In our alcohol induced sanity we started talking about Pajamas Media. Why couldn't we put together sumpin' like that? Y'know, the Blown-eyed Blodgers Media. We certainly have the talent. Howza 'bout a name? Remember Pajamas Media changed their name to Open Source Media and then back to Pajamas Media. Thinking of that, Ellison thought up the best name of all. Open Sores Media.
Whaddya think?
I think I may have reached a new low here. Sent to me by Mark.
So I did some ragging on a 39 year old loony liberal loser and that made me reflect upon what I was doing at 39. I turned 39 in October of 1985 so let's just look at that year.
At the start of 1985 I was an IBM large systems Custoner Engineer. That means I worked on the big iron, the water cooled mainframes and all the I/O devices attached to them. The account I worked at was McDonnell Douglas Automation in St. Louis which was a wholly owned subsidiary of McDonnell Douglas Corporation.
When I started out at McAuto there were 26 full time CE's on site. As the computers got more powerful and reliable they required less CE's to maintain them. IBM was just starting to downsize. Most of it was done by attrition or promotion. When I left in May of 1985 to come to Atlanta there were only 14 CE's left at McAuto.
As I said, I moved to Atlanta in May of 1985 to become a large systems instructor. I started out teaching the 3081 processor which I was support trained on. There were two levels of training back then: product training which was enough to fix most problems and support training which was more in depth training. I was support trained on the 3081. I was also support trained on the 3850 mass storage machine. This was an early tape library. I made a lot of money as a CE working on that box. Got a lot of overtime.
As I said, I started out teaching the 3081. I then started teaching the 3084 which was essentially two 3081's put together. I also started teaching mass storage. The main reason I was hired as an instructor was my training on the machines I eventually taught. The more stuff I could teach, the more valuable I was, and the more money I could make. It normally took 12 months to get promoted to instructor from associate instructor. I did it in 10 months.
1985 marked my 13th year working for IBM.
From 1980 to 1985 I owned a four family flat in South St. Louis. I lived in one unit and rented out the other three units. There were great tax advantages with rental property back then. I sold my building when I moved to Atlanta and bought a house in the northern suburbs. I had an acre of land. Pretty neat until I had my accident, but that was in 1988.
So, in 1985 I had my own house and a good job that I was good at. I loved teaching. It was fun.
In September of that year I went on a three week vacation in Greece. My sister, her husband, my mother, myself and four other people chartered a 49 foot sailboat and spent 10 days cruising the Greek Islands. Three of us (I was one of 'em) had done bareboat chartering in the Virgin Islands as skippers. All but one had been on bareboat chartering vacations. We could have sailed the boat ourselves, but hired a Greek skipper since he knew the best places to go and could speak the language. He really enjoyed the fact that most of us were sailors so he didn't have to do all the work. Two of the highlights were Delos and Mykinos.
After completing the charter, Mom, my sister, her husband, and I went on a bus tour of Greece. We had already toured Athens before the charter. I got to stand in front of the Parthenon on the Acropolis and stroll through the Agora.
On the tour we stopped at among other places, Corinth, Mycenae
(got to walk through the Lion's Gate and stand at the top of
the citadel), Olympia (where the Olympics were held), and Delphi.
That was one of the best vacations I ever had. This is why I don't watch reality shows. I prefer to live reality.
1985 was a very good year. At 39 I was well on my way to success. I had sumpin' to show for my life. At 39 I wasn't a loser.
Here's a fun game to play. Trying to get the middle states in is a bitch If there is not another state to reference it to. I was real close on all of them. My score was 90%. Average error 15 miles. Like I said, I was close. And my time was 361 seconds.
I've been in all 50 states.
Got it from SondraK
Google Whack a Troll and you get this:
So Greg sent me this Photoshop his wife Mary created.
Pumpman told me that I get some of the best trolls ever. V-Man is pissed that he never gets any trolls. He also isn't thankful for anything.
Border Patrol uniforms are made in Mexico
The labels inside the U.S. Border Patrol uniforms have been making many federal agents feel uneasy. It's not the fit or feel of the olive-green shirts and pants, but what their labels read: "Made in Mexico."
Now isn't that special?
"It's embarrassing to be protecting the U.S.-Mexico border and be wearing a uniform made in Mexico," says T.J. Bonner, president of the National Border Patrol Council, a 6,500-member union.
No shit! But then you guys aren't doing too well protecting the border anyway so it shouldn't feel that bad.
"If we're manufacturing uniforms in Mexico, what's to stop someone from walking across the border in a Border Patrol uniform?" asked Rep. John Carter, a Republican from Round Rock. "How do you know who are our guys and who are their guys?"
Simple. Their guys will be the ones who are actually moving. Our guys are the ones sitting around doing nothing.
If you live in Spokane amd go barhopping don't get too drunk. You may wake up with Jane.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Today's Monday Pun is from Paul.
The Mole Family
A mama mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole all live in a little mole hole.
One day the papa mole sticks his head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says,
"Yum! I smell maple syrup"
The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says
"Yum! I smell honey!"
The baby mole tries to stick his head out of the hole, sniff the air,
but can't because the bigger moles are in the way so he says, "Geez,
all I can smell is....
MOLASSES!
So I didn't have a thing to write about tonight and then I got an e-mail from the Topeka Troll.
The Topeka Troll caused Jane to shut down her latest site. This is at least the second time that another blogger has made Jane change domains. Now Jane has started a new site to retaliate against him and me. It's on blowspot so either she's running low on money or she doesn't expect to be around for too long. I give her two weeks, four at the most, before she shuts this site down.
She got pissed off at me a while back about my Homeless BBQ Grill and a comment I left at her site later. She whipped off the e-mail that inspired this post. I never identified her in the post and I never divulged some information about her past that for some reason she was stupid enough to tell me to make me feel sorry for her. I still will not divulge the information. I do feel sorry for her because she is a thinskinned loser. I sent her an e-mail giving her some advice on how to turn her life around. Of course she won't follow it because she prefers to wallow in self pity and remain a loser. Let's see what she has to say about me.
I was blogging along, minding my own business, when I started getting a lot of traffic from Grouchy Old Bunghole. Apparently, it was a slow news day on the Right Wing Planet, so he took it upon himself to post about my getting fired from Macy's. (That firing turned out to be such a huge blessing in disguise, but that's another story). I thought Whatever. He's obviously bored. If he wants to give me a traffic spike, hey, I'll take it. No big deal.
Yet that trafic spike caused here to take her site members only and then to shut it down. Sounds like a big deal to me. I thought she wanted hits. I'll send this site hits too. When she starts up another new site all she has to do is send me the URL and I'll put it on my blogroll. By the way, after my Pity Party post she asked me to remove her from my blogroll which I did. Then she welcomed the increased traffic from my post stating that she banned me. What does she want?
Getting fired from Macy's was a blessing in disguise because she probably has more flexible hours working the drive thru window at Burger King.
One of the visitors brought to my site by this stampede, however, was the Topeka Troll. Topeka left stupid comments and I mocked him. He left more and I mocked him again. I finally got bored with his predictable brain dribble and made comments for members only. This pushed him over the line and he started this blog as retaliation.
What she left out was after making comments for members only, she then made the site members only, and has now taken her site down. Not much of a fighter is she?
He has also stalked me on Flickr under two IDs. Obsessed doesn't even begin to describe it.
He's pretty successful at it. He got her to pull her photos off of Flickr. Damn! He's good! Or she's a quitter. I've never run away from a troll or a flamer. Jane's run away from two now: Topeka Troll and someone named Rue.
Not long after Topeka started the blog, I left a comment and asked him why he was doing all this. He said,"BECAUSE YOU PISSED ME OFF! Get a clue, get a job, get a life!"
Pretty rich coming from troll who never leaves the computer lab, wouldn't you say?
This from someone who's been divorced twice and at 39 cannot even keep a job at Macy's. She was fired from her previous job, also in retail. Topeka Troll is well off and has a successful marriage. Who's got a life here?
As for Grouchy Old Bunghole, he used to run around telling everyone we were friends. When a situation arose where I expected him to uphold the responsibility of friendship, he stabbed me in the back. He might have a ton of money, but he has no class and operates on the level of an eight year-old.
I cannot recall ever running "around telling everyone we were friends". She did ask me to check up on a "friend" in Atlanta who disconnected his answering machine and wouldn't respond to her mail or e-mail. I did this for someone I had never met. When I got to his apartment community, it was a gated community so I couldn't get in. I phoned him a few times but he never answered. I think now I understand why. I guess she thinks the Pity Party post was stabbing her in the back. By the time I wrote that post, she had made it perfectly clear that our "friendship" was at an end. I have no use for people who wallow in self-pity so that was an opportunity for a post by a SFA and a SRF©. I have Jane to thank for both of these names and I consider them compliments. I am a success. She is a failure. And I did have enough class not to divulge the personal information that she gave me. I still won't. She probably made the story up anyway.
Oh yeah, and he's pissed that he never got in my pants, too. Actually, I think that's the real issue here.
In her dreams. I have never met her and I have never seen a picture of her. I am not in the habit of boinking a pig in a poke. Pun intended. She's probably a fat, ugly skank. I've probably stumbled over better looking women than she while looking for a place to masturbate. Plus, I live in Atlanta. She lives in Spokane. I can't see myself traveling across the country to boink a psycho.
I see a pattern here. She had a similar problem with Rue and accused her of lying about a business relationship they had. When Rue posted her version of events and started flaming Jane, she went underground. Flamers (Topeka Troll and Rue) 2 - Jane 0.
So go on over to her new site while it's still up and say "Hey." She claims she likes a lot of traffic. She lies about that also.
Another one from Charlieb. Yeah. Yeah. I know. I'm lazy. I'll start doing original stuff tomorrow.
All right guys. Charlieb sent me this primer on pregnancy, estrogen issues, and women. Hope this helps.
Pregnancy Q & A & more!
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.
Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
A: Childbirth.
Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
A: So what's your question?
Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?
A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.
Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.
Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kids are in college.
"ESTROGEN ISSUES"
10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES"
1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.
3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".
6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".
8. You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.
9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..
TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND
10. Cats' facial expressions.
9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.
8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.
7. Fat clothes.
6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.
5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.
4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.
3. Eyelash curlers.
2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.
AND, the Number One Number One thing only women understand:
1. OTHER WOMEN
Before.
What is on the island is turkey, dressing, corn, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry relish, butter beans, and string beans. What is not shown are two kinds of cornbread.
During. Focus ain't too good.
From left to right: Michael (Cindy's husband), Ryan ( my brother-in-law), Maureen (Cindy's daughter), Cindy (my friend), Sherry (my sister), Cindy's mother, and Cindy's father.
For dessert we had my sister's apple pie (best in the world) and a pumpkin pie that Cindy brought.
The aftermath.
And the Falcons won! The worst they can finish is 7-9.
I didn't write one of my posts this year saying what I was thankful for, but I can state it real quickly here. I'm thankful for friends and family. I'm especially thankful for blogmeets and all the good folks I have met and become friends with. I'm really looking forward to next year and attending more blogmeets.
Bloggers rock! Y'all know who you are.
Yesterday Ryan was putting felt tabs on the bottom of my dining room chairs. Ashley decided to help him. These were taken with Ryan's new camera.
Yeah. I know. She's a little porker, but she was a research cat that was gonna be put to sleep seven years ago. She was such a lovable little girl that the research people wanted to find a home for her. I was looking for a girl cat. Voila! She's been with me for seven years. every additional day she lives is a bonus.
Actually the human in the picture is my sister.
These pictures were all taken Using an old Kodak digital camera that my brother-in-law just gave me. He just upgraded.
Looking from the foyer to the rear of the house. You can see where my cat Doofus left me some memories before he passed away.
From the kitchen looking into the great room. Oops! Forgot to take the cat towel off the chair. Gotta remove that before the company comes.
From the rear of the house looking toward the front door. My sister took the towel off the chair.
Looking down the hall from the other end of the kitchen.
Looking down the hall from the wine room to the music room.
The library.
Still to come, Ashley helping Ryan install felt tips on chairs.
I just have posted this earlier in the week for those of you coming to Atlanta for Thanksgiving. No, I didn't write this. This has been sent to me by many people. This latest version I got from Dave.
This is for anyone who lives in Atlanta, who has ever lived in Atlanta, has visited Atlanta, ever plans to visit Atlanta, knows anyone who lives in Atlanta, knows anyone who has ever visited Atlanta or anyone who has ever heard of Atlanta, Georgia.
Atlanta is composed mostly of one way streets. The only way to get out of downtown Atlanta is to turn around and start over when you reach Greenville, South Carolina.
All directions start with, "Go down Peachtree" and include the phrase, "When you see the Waffle House."
Except that in Cobb County, all directions begin with, "Go to the Big Chicken and..." Peachtree Street has no beginning and no end and is not to be confused with Peachtree Circle, Peachtree Place, Peachtree Lane, Peachtree Road, Peachtree Parkway, Peachtree Run, Peachtree Trace, Peachtree Ave, Peachtree Commons Peachtree Battle, Peachtree Corners, New Peachtree, Old Peachtree, West Peachtree,Peachtree - Dunwoody, Peachtree-Chamblee, or Peachtree Industrial Boulevard. (There are over 60 streets in the Atlanta area that have Peachtree in their names - GOC)
Atlantans only know their way to work and their way home. If you ask anyone for directions they will always send you down Peachtree.
Atlanta is the home of Coca-Cola. That's all we drink here, so don't ask for any other soft drink unless it's made by Coca-Cola. And even then it's still "Coke." A carbonated soft drink isn't a soda, cola, or pop...it's a Coke, regardless of brand or flavor.
Example: "What kinda coke you want?"
Gate One at Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport is 32 miles away from the Main Concourse, so wear sneakers and pack a lunch.
It's impossible to go around a block and wind up on the street you started on. The Chamber of Commerce calls it a "scenic drive" and has posted signs to that effect, so that out-of towners don't feel lost...they're just on a scenic drive."
The 8:00 AM rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30 AM. The 5:00 PM rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:30 PM. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday afternoon, and lasts through 2:00 AM Saturday.
"Sir" and "Ma'am" are used by the person speaking to you if there's a remote possibility that you're at least 30 minutes older than they are.
A native can only pronounce Ponce De Leon Avenue one way, so do not attempt the Spanish pronunciation. People will simply tilt their heads to the right and stare at you. The Atlanta pronunciation "pahnss duh LEE-on"
The fall of a raindrop makes everyone forget all traffic rules. If a single snowflake falls, the city is paralyzed for three days, and it's on all the TV channels and radio stations as a news flash every 15 minutes for a month.
All the grocery stores will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet paper, and beer. If there is a remote chance of snow, and if it does snow, people will be on the corner selling "I survived the blizzard" tee-shirts, not to mention the fact that all schools will close at the slightest possible chance of snow.
The pollen count is off the national scale for unhealthy, which starts at 120. Atlanta is usually in the 2,000 to 4,000 range. All roads, vehicles, houses - everything - is yellow from March 28th to July 15th. If you have any allergies, you will die. But other than that, it's a great place to live!
There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 live in Georgia.
There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 live in Georgia, plus a couple no one's ever seen before.
"Onced" and "Twiced" are actual words.
It is not a shopping cart, it's a buggy.
There ain't no such thing as "lunch." There's only dinner - and, then, there is supper. 'Jeetyet?' is actually a phrase meaning "Did you eat yet?"
You install security lights on your house and garage - and then leave both unlocked.
The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but need 6 pages for local gossip and sports.
You know whether another Georgian is from north Georgia, south Georgia or middle Georgia as soon as they open their mouth (Albany = All benny)
Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite past time known as "goin wal-martin" or "off to Wally World"
Sweet Tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're 2.
If you understand these, forward them to your friends from GEORGIA (and to those who just wish they were)
Here's a song for Thanksgiving.
Sent to me by Coach Moe.
Whenever my sister comes to visit, I always wind up spending money because she finds lots of crap that she thinks I need and don't have. Today was no exception.
First, my sister and I had to go to Kroger to get all the food. Neat! Today was Wednesday and Wednesday is senior citizen discount day at Kroger. My sister is 62 (almost 63) so we used her Kroger discount card. Saved lots of money. Good shopping trip.
Now comes the fun stuff.
Ryan, Sherry and I took off to buy all the stuff that she said I needed. Power up that credit card swiping arm.
First it's Best Buy. I needed batteries for a camera that they gave me. Sherry needed info about an ipod and I needed a printer stand. I also looked at wide screen LCD TV's. Yep! Coming soon. Had it not been for the floor fiasco, I'd have one by now. Got in and out of Best Buy OK, but did have a little trouble with checkout. This was an omen of worse things to come.
Off to Super Target. There we bought a Swiffer for me. Sherry looked for a new litter box for my cats. No luck. Hafta go to Petsmart. Swipe dat card and go to Petsmart.
My sister doesn't like my litter box and has been nagging me to replace it for quite some time. The best way to shut her up is to just give in. I did. Petsmart was OK. Swipe dat card and head to Home Depot.
Ryan got to see Atlanta drivers at their worst. Rather than describe the fun we had making a left turn out of the shopping center that Petsmart was in, let me just say that Ryan used some very colorful language to describe the driving skills of the dipshits in the other cars. Then when we turned into the Home Depot parking lot we got to experience more of Atlanta drivers' superlative driving skills. More colorful language from Ryan.
So we get into Home Depot and Sherry decides we need a cart. In the process of selecting a cart she was almost run over by an Atlanta driver steering a shopping cart. Atlanta drivers can fuck up anything, including pushing shopping carts.
So we're in Home Depot. we've already found the lawn waste bags and light bulbs for my night lights. We're looking at area rugs to put in my foyer. Found one that I liked. Went to put it in the shopping cart. WTF? Where did the freaking cart go? Some booger eatin' moh-ron took our stuff out of the cart, laid our stuff on a shelf, and absconded with our cart. Asshole!
So now Sherry has to go to the front of the store and risk life and limb to acquire another cart.
We buy all the stuff we need and it's off to checkout. They got one checkout line open and it is manned by an idiot. She's dealing with another idiot. OK. We'll head over to the self checkout. There's a line there, but at least it's moving. And there is someone at the self checkout to provide assistance.
Ryan swiped the lightbulbs and dropped them in the bag.
"Please place items in the bag", says the computer.
We did, dammit! So now we need the attendant. WTF! Where did she go? Oh look. She just opened another checkout line. That doesn't help us. Oh good. Here comes another employee. For some reason, he's talking on a cell phone, but he stops long enough to help us. Sorry to bother you dude. We're just customers.
We swipe two more items. Then after swiping the next item the screen says that we need assistance. WTF! Where did he go? Dude! Over here! We need help!
He's still on his cell phone. He assists us again. Then we swipe the rug. Guess what? Need assistance. At least this time the dude is there. Finally it's time to swipe my card. Whew!
Even with all this bullshit, we still were faster than the line we were originally in.
Heard some more colorful language and graphic descriptions of the driving skills of the other drivers in the Home Depot parking lot.
One more stop. Office Depot. This was uneventful as they didn't have a decent printer stand, so I was able to give my Visa card a rest.
Took the back way home to GOC Central. Done with shopping for the day. Ryan spent the rest of the afternoon doing chores.
As bad as today was for traffic and shopping, I can just imagine what a zoo Friday will be. We're not leaving GOC Central on Friday especially not to drive anywhere. Georgia does have the death penalty and I'm sure anything that Ryan would do to an Atlanta driver would be considered justifiable hiomicide we don't want to take any chances.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Many of my readers (at least two) wanted to see pictures of my new floors. My brother-in-law took some pictures with his old digital camera, that he just gave me. Here is one of my dining room. We still haven't put all the stuff back in my china cabinet.
Here is one of my desk in my library. That's the cleanest the desktop has been in years.
You might notice that there is a printer on the floor. We went on a shopping expedition to try to find a printer stand. More on that later as well as more pictures of my new floors.
Yep! Gonna be dull the rest of the week. The house is clean. Gonna go shopping for food tomorrow and off to Home Depot to get felt strips for the furniture.
I'm in a good mood. Can't do good rants when I'm in a good mood. I guess I could continue to make fun of Dimocrats who get all pissed off when they are quoted correctly.
What? Tell the people what we really believe? Only people like Cynthia McCommie with a district full of welfare dependents and Robert Wexler who has a district full of brain dead WTDs can get away with shit like that.
I just read that Harry Reid is all pissed off because the Republicans are buying air time in Nevada and featuring quotes by Senator Reid.
In Nevada the ad will focus on Senator Harry Reid. The ad accuses the Nevada Senator of flip-flopping, using his own words against him!... And, the Senator is not happy about it, accusing the Republicans of playing politics with his own words!
How dare they!
This is what happened in Georgia with Stumpy Cleland. He ran as a conservative but when he got to DC, he voted as a liberal. When the Republicans pointed this out they were accused of questioning Stumpy's patriotism. Nope. Just his liberal voting record.
And that is what the Republicans are gonna start doing with the Dimocrats. They're gonna run ads using their own quotes.
Remember, most Dimocrats don't dare tell their constituents how they really feel. If they did, they'd get clobbered.
This oughta be interesting. At least more interesting than my posts for the rest of this week.
Just read an interesting column by Jack Kelly. In it he discusses some of the good news from last week. Zarqawi made a strategic error in the suicide bombins in Jordan. He killed Arabs. I mean to the Arab street, killing Jews is OK, but not fellow Arabs.
Remember, if Dimocrats ran on what they actually believed (rampant socialism, appeasement, and surrender) they would get creamed at the polls. That's why Kerry voted for the war before he voted against it. That's why many Dimocrats are now screaming for a pullout. But are they willing to vote their beliefs? Evidently not. They voted against it last week. I just love the last paragraph of the column.
It's a trap," a Democratic strategist told Newsweek's Eleanor Clift. "If the party comes out for a unilateral six month withdrawal, that would become the issue for 06, and they (Republicans) would kill us again." Democrats like to make antiwar noises for their moonbat base, but were unwilling to cast a vote that could hurt them with swing voters. They were too cowardly to be forthright cowards.
More proof that Dimocrats have to lie and cheat to win. Yeah Republicans do it too, but Ann Coulter stated it best, and I paraphrase: Both parties run as conservatives. The Republicans sometimes doublecross the voters while the Dimocrats always do.
I have a feeling my posts are gonna be dull the rest of the week, so here is a joke that Catfish sent me.
On their wedding night, the young bride approached her new husband and
asked for $20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter. In his highly
aroused state, her husband readily agreed.
This scenario was repeated each time they made love, for more than 30
years, with him thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford new
clothes and other incidentals that she needed.
Arriving home around noon one day, she was surprised to find her husband
in a very drunken state. During the next few minutes, he explained that
his employer was going through a process of corporate downsizing, and he
had been let go. It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able to
find another position that paid anywhere near what he'd been earning,
and therefore, they were financially ruined.
Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which showed more than thirty
years of steady deposits and interest totaling nearly $1 million. Then
she showed him certificates of deposit issued by the bank which were
worth over $2 million, and informed him that they were one of the
largest depositors in the bank. She explained that for the more than
three decades she had "charged" him for sex, these holdings had
multiplied and these were the results of her savings and investments.
Faced with evidence of cash and investments worth over $3 million, her
husband was so astounded he could barely speak, but finally he found his
voice and blurted out, "If I'd had any idea what you were doing, I
would have given you all my business!"
That's when she shot him.
You know, sometimes, men just don't know when to keep their mouths shut.
I begged, pleaded and cajoled and got my cleaning lady to come by this week to clean the house. I'm having Michael, Cindy, their daughter (maybe) and Cindy's parents for Thanksgiving. My sister and her husband are coming down from South Carolina and she's cooking dinner (with some help from her husband and me). As recounted earlier, the house was incredibly dusty. My cleaning lady (as well as a few readers) told me the dust would be around for quite some time. The house does look a lot better. Probably by the time the dust is gone, I'll have some people in to start on the kitchen.
I do have some tasks for my brother-in-law. The sailboat needs to go back on top of the entertainment center. The two fake plants need to go on top of the bookshelves. The furnace filter needs to be replaced. We need to get the felt crap to put on the bottom of the dining room chairs.
My cleaning lady says I need to get a special mop/broom (whatever) for the hardwoods. Hopefully my sister knows what she's talking about. She also cleaned my plantation shutters and left them disorderly to piss off my sister.
So, all in all, I'm close to being ready for Thanksgiving. I'm in a lot better shape than I thought I would be last week at this time.
It looks like I may have a happy Thanksgiving after all.
The "Topeka Troll" has created a new site to make sure that Jane, who wants hits, gets even more hits. Omigawd! It turns out that he is a SRF© just like me. No wonder Jane hates him. By the way, in case you're wondering, it ain't me.
Another one from Richard.
A Kentucky horse breeder had a filly that won every race. But as she
aged, she became temperamental. When he raced her in the evening,
she won handily. But in day races, she finished last. He consulted the
top veterinarians and horse psychologists, to no avail. He finally gave
up, because
she had become a real night mare.
So I just watched the last episode of Upstairs, Downstairs Rome. WTF? There was no gratuitous nudity in this episode or the last episode. Sorry, I didn't do a review of Rome last week.
Overall, I was disappointed in the series. They did get a few things right in the last episode. Caesar did want to extend Roman citizenship to many of the conquered people and make some of them Senators. The roman nobility hated him for that.
WTF were Caesar's guards carrying? As a dictator, Caesar was allowed to have 12 lictors (guards) who carried the fasces which were a bundle of sticks with an axe blade. That was not what Caesar's lictors were carrying in the last episode.
I forgot to mention sumpin' interesting in the 10th episode. When Caesar was celebrating his triumph and riding his chariot along the Via Sacra, we saw the Arch of Titus in the background. Unfortunately, the Arch of Titus wasn't built for another 120 years.
Where was Cleopatra? She was in Rome at the time of Caesar's assassination. That was another reason many people thought that Caesar was gonna make himself king since he was consorting openly with a queen from Egypt.
Last week Antony started boinking Atia again. During this period not only was Octavia married to Marcellus, by whom she had a child named Marcellus, Antony was married to Fulvia, the widow of Clodius, one of Caesar's rabblerousers. When Antony, Lepidus, and Octavian formed the Second Triumvirate, Antony had Cicero killed at the request of Fulvia who thought Cicero had a hand in the death of her husband.
Oh well, leave it to television to take good history, which in many cases was better than their version, and screw it up. If you want to read good historical (and very true to history) fiction from this era in Rome, read Colleen McCullough's Masters of Rome series. The three books that would cover the time frame of this series are Caesar's Women, Caesar, and The October Horse.
I bet they name their first son Ronald.
This one has been around for a while, but I still like it.
A father walks into a bookstore with his young son.
The boy is holding a quarter. Suddenly, the boy starts choking, going
blue in the face The father realizes the boy has swallowed the quarter
and starts panicking, shouting for help.
A well dressed, attractive and serious looking woman, in a blue business
suit is sitting at a coffee bar reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of
coffee. At the sound of the commotion, she looks up, puts her coffee cup
down, neatly folds the newspaper and places it on the counter, gets up
from her seat and makes her way, unhurried, across the book store.
Reaching the boy, the woman carefully drops his pants; takes hold of the
boy's testicles and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and
then ever so firmly. After a few seconds the boy convulses violently and
coughs up the quarter, which the woman deftly catches in her free hand.
Releasing the boy's testicles, the woman hands the coin to the father
and walks back to her seat in the coffee bar without saying a word.
As soon as he is sure that his son has suffered no ill effects, the
father rushes over to the woman and starts thanking her saying, "I've
never seen anybody do anything like that before, it was fantastic.
Are you a doctor?"
"No," the woman replied. "Divorce attorney".
Crapola! I wuz wrong! Reiggin sent me a note about last night's vote in the House for an immediate troop withdrawedl. Naturally, my congresscritter (for only one more year!) Cynthia McCommie voted for it. The other two I would have guessed to vote for it were Barbara Lee (Commie,CA) and Jim McDermitt (Al Qaeda, WA). Turns out I was wrong. The other two voting with MCCommie were Robert Wexler and Jose Serano, both Dimocrats, of course.
I'm surprised Cindy found time for this since she is more concerned with Tupac Shakur.
Everywhere I look, there is dust, dust, and more dust. Didn't I go through this once before? Oh yeah. I did. Except this time it's worse. I had two more rooms done. I'm close to having my library back to normal. The dining room is another matter. So is my entertainment center in the great room.
The glass needs to be cleaned in my crystal cabinet, not to mention that all the crystal, knick-knacks, and other stemware has to be washed. All. By. Hand. I can run my china through the diswasher.
I noticed this morning that they didn't plug in my surge protector which supplies all the power to my TV and satellite receiver. They left it on the top of the center unit and I cannot reach it. Maybe Cindy can get it down for me.
My entertainment unit has bookshelves on either side and I've only replaced the books in the right side. We may need to move the left side so it's still empty.
I hate home improvement projects!
I still have the kitchen and master bath to go. And the rear patio extension.
Wouldn't that lead to Aiken-Johnson?
Sorry, I've been locked up in my bedroom for the past two days. When I asked the floor people how they were going to do the new floor plus two more rooms in less time than the original job, they said they would assign a larger crew. The larger crew consisted of one more person. But these three guys worked much longer days than the original two man crew. In fact, they finished the job in two days instead of the expected three. They started at 10:00 and finished up at 8:00 last night. Today they started at 10:00 and left 20 minutes ago. The only other difference was these guys were Mexicans.
Now I need to get the house cleaned and stuff put away. I also have a lot of mail to go through.
I will be back to what passes for normal tomorrow.
Update: I have my computer back in the library and connected up.
My sister and her husband are coming next week for Thanksgiving and will take some pictures for me to post.
They finished! They got everything up! The tool worked! That's the good news. Now the bad news.
They didn't show up until 10:30. They didn't finish until 9:30. Yep. Took 'em 11 hours.
On the upside, the tool not only got up all the wood, it also scraped off the glue. The floor looks good to go for the installation starting Wednesday morning. Probably around 10:30.
I got up early this morning to make sure the cats had a chance to eat, drink, and use the litterbox. Ashley would have gladly gone out and tried to make friends with Chico, Pedro, and Ricardo. Scooter, on the other hand, was gonna spend all day in the closet. No sense having him do that with a full bladder.
I'm back with the dehumidifiers dehumidifying away. Plus, there's a nice film of dust over everything.
I called my cleaning lady tonight and told her not to come on Wednesday. I told her I might need her next week (I am the eternal optimist) on the off chance that the floor would be done by then and I would be having Thanksgiving at my house. I even offered her more money as an incentive. If the floor is done by then, it will be a happy Thanksgiving.
So, I ate supper tonight around 10:00. How European of me. What did I have? Parmesan pork chop (Dip pork chop in egg and then drop in a bag with crushed cornflakes, parmesan cheese, salt, and pepper. Shake bag. Bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes.) and fettucine al Fredo. Opened a Petit Syrah.
I can sleep in tomorrow. That's the good news. Tomorrow night, the board of directors of the Sommelier Guild of Atlanta is meeting at Toulouse, a restaurant in Buckhead, to plan our annual Champagne tasting. That's also good news. We each are bringing a bottle of wine (there are six of us), and some directors may bring more than one bottle. Also good news. We are going to sample items on the menu to decide what courses to serve with what wines. Also good news. The Guild pays for our dinner. Yet more good news.
The bad news? The floor people are coming Wednesday morning to start the install. I think I'll move the cats' litter box into my shower. I'll put food and water in one of my closets. Then I'll go back to bed.
Say it isn't so! The war in France is rapidly nearing a grim milestone. The car deaths are now closing in on the magic number of 10,000.
Stolen from Gateway Pundit
How much longer can this quagmire go on? How much longer before the French admit defeat and pull out? Where's the United Nations? Isn't it time for a Security Council resolution and a peacekeeping force?
But as we all know, it is Bush's fault and one of my commenters, Bill, came up with a better slogan: Bush lied, cars fried.
Must have been a real fun wedding night.
One from Richard. I originally heard this aa a blonde joke.
A man goes to a restaurant and buys a small juice carton. On the side,
he sees a peel-off prize sticker. He opens it and yells, "I won a motor
home! I won a Winnebago motor home!" The waitress argues, "That's
impossible. The biggest prize is a stereo system!" The man insists, "No.
I won a motor home!" The manager hears the ruckus and walks over. He
says, "You couldn't possibly have won a motor home, because we didn't
have that as one of our prizes." The customer insists, and hands the
manager the sticker. On it, the manager reads,
"Win a Bagel."
I'm not even gonna say anything about this one.
The demolition team showed up on time today and this time there were more of them. They also brought more demolition tools. I found the person that I figgered was the HMIC since he was the one who spoke the most English and was doing the least amount of work and asked him what they were gonna do when they didn't finish the job today.
He replied, "Sunday?".
Sunday is a day of relaxation for me and since I usually get hammered on Saturday night I wasn't looking forward to listening to the sounds of demolition Sunday morning, but what can I say? I want this project done by Thanksgiving.
I also told this guy that when they remove the floor from the half bath they needed to remove the sink from the wall, since it was only supported by the pedestal, and I didn't want a rerun of Le Deluge.
This time, they were using a power saw to cut through the wood every 6 inches and then hammers and prybars to get the wood up. When they installed the floor they used really good glue. After two hours, they had already removed as much as the two Mexicans the day before.
Suddenly the noise stopped and there was a knocking, knocking on my bedroom door. Nope it wasn't The Raven, it was the real HMIC. This guy spoke fluent English.
I've figgered out how this flooring business works. The flooring company is the general contractor. It subcontracts the actual floor installation out. The HMIC was the subcontractor or worked for the subcontractor. He realized he was fixing to lose some money on this deal if he didn't figger out how to get the old floor up quicker than he was doing. So, he called around and found a tool that would help him do it quicker. He coudn't rent one until Monday. So now, the gang will show up Monday morning with the magical machine that will enable them to finish the floor removal on Monday. Dream along with me.
So he gave his crew the rest of the day off. They'll be back Monday.
Before he left, I took him to the half bath and told him that when they removed the floor there they would have to take the sink off the wall. I'm still willing to bet they won't.
Cindy, don't forget to polish your silverware.
While visiting his niece, an elderly man had what was apparently a stroke. The woman drove wildly to get him to the emergency room.
After what seemed like a very long wait, the E.R. doctor appeared, wearing his scrubs and a long face.
Sadly, he said, "I'm afraid that your uncle's brain is dead, but his
heart is still beating."
"Oh, dear," cried the woman, her hands clasped against her cheeks with shock. "We've never had a Democrat in the family before!"
The Republicans should back off and let men marry men; women marry women, and totally legalize abortion. In three generations there will be no Democrats.
From Jeremy.
City of Los Angeles
High School Math Proficiency Exam
Name:__________________________
Gang:__________________________
1. Johnny has an AK-47 with an 80-round clip. If he misses 6 out
of 10 shots and shoots 13 times at each drive-by shooting, how
many drive-by shootings can he attempt before he has to reload?
2. Jose has 2 ounces of cocaine and he sells an 8-ball to
Jackson for $320 and 2 grams to Billy for $85 per gram. What is
the street value of the balance of the cocaine if he doesn't cut
it?
3. Rufus is pimping for three girls. If the price is $65 for
each trick, how many tricks will each girl have to turn so Rufus
can pay for his $800-per-day crack habit?
4. Jarone want to cut his 1/2 pound of heroin to make 20% more
profit. How many ounces of cut will he need?
5. Willie gets $200 for stealing a BMW, $50 for a Chevy, and
$100 for a 4X4. If he has stolen 2 BMWs, 3 4X4s, how many
Chevies will he have to steal to make $800?
6. Raoul is in prison for 6 years for murder. He got $10,000 for
the hit. If his common law wife is spending $100 per month, how
much money will be left when he gets out of prison and how many
years will he get for killing the bitch that spent his money?
7. If the average spray can covers 22 square feet and the
average letter is 3 square feet, how many letters can a tagger
spray with 3 cans of paint?
8. Hector knocked up 6 girls in his gang. There are 27 girls in
the gang. What percentage of the girls in the gang has Hector
knocked up?
9. Thelma can cook dinner for her 16 children for $7.50 per
night. She gets $234 a month welfare for each child. If her $325
per month rent goes up 15%, how many more children should she
have to keep up with her expenses?
10. Salvador was arrested for dealing crack and his bail was set
at $25,000. If he pays a bail bondsman 12% and returns to
Mexico, how much money will he lose by jumping bail?
Update: Stefan said in the comments that he had a BA in Math and just had to do the problems. Bou has a BS in Math. Wonder if she'll work the problems wwhen she gets back from her camping trip with the Cub Scouts? My sister might work them also. She has a BS, also.
HAPPY VETERANS DAY
On my dive trip over the weekend, one of the students was griping about how poorly we treat our military. I agree. That's just one of the reasons I support Project Valour-IT.
Project Valour-IT, in memory of SFC William V. Ziegenfuss, provides voice-controlled software and laptop computers to wounded Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines recovering from hand and arm injuries or amputations at major military medical centers. Operating laptops by speaking into a microphone, our wounded heroes are able to send and receive messages from friends and loved ones, surf the ‘Net, and communicate with buddies still in the field without having to press a key or move a mouse. The experience of CPT Charles “Chuck” Ziegenfuss, a partner in the project who suffered hand wounds while serving in Iraq, illustrates how important this voice-controlled software can be to a wounded servicemember’s recovery.
Of course, I'm on the Navy team, not only because I'm ex-Navy, but also because I want to be on the same team as the beauteous Bou.
Support our military. Do it! Now!
We made it! Thanks to all, but that doesn't mean you hafta stop giving. Keep it up!
To all the jarheads out there: Happy Birthday Marines thanks for serving your country!
I got a big settlement check for the hardwood floor fiasco so now it is time to replace the damaged floors. First, the damaged flooring must be removed. Then the slab must be dried off from any residual dampness from Le Deluge. There were dehumidifiers in the house for four weeks but that must not have been enough.
The original plan was for them to pull up the old floor last weekend, but since I was out of town, I nixed that.
The next plan was for them to pull up the floor today (Friday) and Saturday, let the slab dry off for a week, and put down the new floor Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of Thanksgiving Week. My sister usually comes down to Atlanta and cooks Thanksgiving dinner and we have Michael, Cindy, and her parents over. After my mother died, Cindy or her parents always had me over for Thanksgiving so, with my sister's help (she does most of the work), I've been repaying the favor. Cindy says she feels guilty about my sister doing the work and we could all come to her house. My sister assured her she enjoyed doing Thanksgiving.
I nixed that plan. I wondered how they could do the job in three days since the original job took three and a half days and I'm having them do two more rooms. They told me they would have a larger crew do the work.
The next plan was they would tear up the floor Friday and Saturday, run dehumidifiers to dry up the slab, and lay the new floor Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of next week. I agreed to that plan.
The floor company called yesterday evening and told me the crew to tear up the floor would arrive at my house between 8:00 and 9:00 AM this morning. I got up early to make sure I would be awake when they got here. At 10:00 they were still not here. I got a call at 10:10 saying they were on their way but were stuck in traffic on I-285. Stuck in Atlanta traffic on I-285? I'm shocked.
Three guys show up and I verify with them what needs to be done. I repair back to my bedroom with Scooter and Ashley; Scooter in the closet, Ashley in the bed with me. I read the paper and then read How To Talk to a Liberal, by Ann Coulter. Summary: Talking to liberals is a waste of time.
So they chipped and chipped away on the old floor. When they broke for lunch, I took a nap. I have a cold and need my rest. They continued to chip away the rest of the day.
About 5:45 I went out to ask them what time they were knocking off. Originally there were three of them. Now there were two and guess what? Neither of them spoke English. I guess I forgot to mention that they were Mexicans.
I pointed to my watch and the door and they got the point and started cleaning up. I then pointed at my watch and said, "Manana?". One of them said, "Nine". I imagine that means 11:00.
Two of them working from 10:30 to 6:00 removed the floor from half the foyer. They still have the other half of the foyer, a half bath, a closet, two halls, and the great room. At the rate they're going, they'll still be pulling up the floor on Thanksgiving and since Mexicans don't celebrate Thanksgiving, they can work that day also.
I better tell Cindy to start polishing the silver 'cause I think we'll be eating Thanksgiving dinner at her house.
Update: Vicki asked who Scooter and Ashley are? They are my cats. Pictures are in this post.
To:John Conners Democrat from somewhere
From: Barbra Streisand
Dear Jim:
It is time once again for you to hold another impeachment hearing like you did a few months back. This administration has gone completely over the line and must be stopped at all costs! I posted about this on my website. Besides contributing lots of money to Democrats I have also given a lot of advice to various Democrats via these faxes.
As I said on my site, Busch should have been impeached before the election. Then he couldn't have won and that great war hero, Jim Carrey would have beenour president. He would have pulled all the troops out of Irak the very next day. Why are we there anyway? We have now lost over 2000 men which is more than we lost in Vietnam. We need to stop this madness now.
I also said
Impeachment will be difficult. People must understand the power of Congress. When one party controls both the House and the Senate, they control the agenda. They control what hearings are held, what legislation gets voted on, whether subpoenas are issued and which investigations can take place. And they control whether impeachment proceedings can be brought.
But I remember a few months back when you held impeachment hearings. You need to do it again and get strong progressive leaders like Cynthia McKinley to help you. She stated that Bush knew about 9/11 and let it happen. I believe her.
This is the most corrupt administration in history. Senior leaders of this administration have been indicted and more will follow. If only these people had the ethics and honesty of the previous administration. Bill Clinton will go down in history as one of our greatest presidents. Jeb Bush will go down as the worst.
I am counting on you to begin the impeachment process immediately.
I keep hearing Harry Truman's famous statement ringing in my brain, "I wonder how many times you have to be hit on the head before you find out who's hitting you?" I've been hit on the head so many times lately I know it most be those evil Republicans.
Luv ya,
Babs
Yeah. That will happen on the wedding night.
Sorry, I didn't get around to watching the latest episode of Rome until tonight. As usual, they got some stuff right and other stuff wrong.
The triumph was actually done fairly well. The general would paint his face red and there would be a slave riding behind him in his chariot holding a laurel crown over his head. The slave would be whispering in his ear that he was only mortal and all fame is temporary.
Caesar was not proclaimed Imperator by the Senate and Cicero would be the last person to introduce that. Caesar did have himself proclaimed dictator and that was legal according to the Roman Constitution.
What we are witnessing here is a class struggle between the aristocracy and the middle and lower classes that had been going on for close to 100 years.
As Roman power grew throughout Italy and the rest of the Mediterranean, the Roman aristocracy accumulated massive estates in Italy. Many populist politicans arose on a platform of land reform. Two of these were Tiberius and Gaius Gracchus (the Gracchi). They were both murdered by the aristocracy.
Then along came Gaius Marius. The Cimbri and the Teutones had defeated the Roman armies sent against them. Prior to Marius, Roman soldiers were citizens who supplied their own gear. Marius recruited an army made up of the proletariat of Rome. This created the precedent of a Roman army swearing allegiance to a general and not to Rome.
Marius became the champion of the middle and lower classes. He also married Caesar's aunt, Julia. One of Marius' officers, Lucius Cornelius Sulla, was from an aristocratic family that had fallen on hard times. He distinguished himself in the war against Jugurtha. Sulla once remarked upon seeing a young Caesar, "There are many Mariuses (Marii in Latin) in that man.
Sulla became the champion of the aristocracy and in the social (and civil)war he won. Marius died while Sulla was in Greece and on his return, many supporters of Marius were killed and their property seized and sold. The streets of Rome ran red with blood.
Sulla made himself dictator and restored the oligarchic republic. Thinking all was well he retired to his villa in the country and shortly thereafter died. his epitaph read: No friend ever served me, and no enemy ever wronged me, whom I have not repaid in full.
Awesome!
So now we come down to Caesar and Pompey. Caesar grew up in the Subura where the lower classes of Rome lived. His mother Aurelia owned a tenement there and that is where Caesar was raised. As such he was thrown into contact with the poor and immigrants to Rome. The Julii Caesares were an ancient patrician family that had fallen on hard times. Caesar became a champion of the poor. Pompey, who had served under Sulla, was for the aristocracy.
They made their peace by forming a triumvirate with Crassus who was incredibly rich. Crassus lent Caesar a fortune to finance his political career. Pompey married Caesar's daughter Julia to seal their deal. Unfortunately, while Caesar was in Gaul raping the province to get enough money to pay Crassus and for his future political career, Crassus got himself killed by the Parthians and Julia died in childbirth. That's where the series started.
What is going on throughout the series is a class warfare with Caesar wanting to institute agrarian reforms i.e. breaking up the estates of the aristocracy and providing land to his veterans. Cato and the others were against this.
We'll never know if Caesar was gonna pull a Sulla and institute some needed reforms and then restore the republic like Sulla did, or if he was gonna become an emperor.
Vercingetorix was kept alive for Caesar's triumph, but I think he was strangled after the triumph was over.
Everytime I hear Octavia talk it turns me on. I just love her accent.
Think up your own caption to this one.
Here's a screed my sister sent me. I bet Rob will love this one.
And then Charles sent me this one.
President Bush has authorized the Joint Chiefs to begin drawing up a battle plan to pull France out of the fire again. Facing an apparent overwhelming force of up to 400 pissed off teenagers Mr. Bush doubts France's ability to hold off the little piss-ants. "If the last two world wars are any indication, I would expect France to surrender any day now", said Bush.
Joint Chiefs head, Gen. Peter Pace, warned the President that it might be necessary to send up to 5 marines to get things under control. The general admitted that 5 marines may be overkill but he wanted to get this thing under control within 24 hours of arriving on scene. He stated he was having a hard time finding even one marine to volunteer to help the ungrateful French out for a third time but thought that he could persuade a few women marines to do the job before they went on pregnancy leave.
President Bush asked Gen. Pace to get our marines out of there as soon as possible after order was restored. He also reminded Gen. Pace to make sure the marines did not take soap, razors, or deodorant with them. The less they stand out the better.
Sorry Pierce. Sometimes I just can't help myself. Oh, and here's an interesting site
Congratulations on your election results, Kansas.
Got it from Ron.
It's official. The Franco-Muslim War is now a quagmire. They've reached a milestone with the 6000 car torched. How long can this go on? How many innocent cars must be burned before the French leaders take action? What can they do? Well, I've been surfing the web and I've found many solutions. These are not all mine, so I cannot take credit for them.
1. Surrender. Why not? Surrender comes naturally to the French. Give the Muslims what they want. Get rid of the ban on headscarves. Let there be separate physical education classes. Quit teaching about the holocaust.
2. Negotiate. Why not? There must be some "root cause" to this problem other than an Islamic Jihad. After all, this is France, the socialist model. Many French trolls have stopped by this site bragging about the 35 hour work week and the generous benefits in France. France takes care of its poor. It has great benefits for its unemployed. So what's the problem?
Here is a picture of Jacques Chiraq negotiating.
Sent to me by Charlieb, but stolen from here.
3. Land for peace. Yep! Let the French try the solution that they say the Israelis should try. It's worked real well for them hasn't it?
The LSM has really dropped the ball on this one. It didn't even cover the riots until about the 4th day and even then it has downplayed the Muslim angle. I read an article in the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation yesterday about the riots and it didn't mention Muslim until the second to last paragraph.
I've expected this to happen and have debated this with French trolls. Mark Steyn didn't expect this to happen until after 2010. I didn't expect it to happen for another 15 to 20 years. Right now, the Muslim population in France is 10% and it is outbreeding the French.
I realize that Jacques Chiraq was against the Iraq war for two reasons: French companies were making money off the Oil For Food program and Chiraq was worried about France's Muslim population. Looks like the Muslims didn't care that France was against the war. Dear France, welcome to WWIV. Whatcha gonna do?
4. My solution: Round up all the Muslims and send them back to where they came from. Or just kill 'em all. This is war, after all.
Of course this was all Bush's fault.
Bush lied. Cars died.
So I get this comment from Jeremy.
Just paid a visit to Jane. She needs more hits, and more sound advice. She apparently didn't like the comments Vicki made, BRAVO VICKI!!!!Call me the Topeka Troll. She has christened me. Too bad I don't live anywhere near Topeka, unless you consider 55 miles as close. Is anyone else getting blocked from her address? DSL gets me through though. She says I should get my own blog so she and her "friends" can come by and post insults. Maybe she has a point. I want a good quality host though, the free ones all look like they are too expensive if you know what I mean.
To bad Jane won't send any of her readers over here to insult me. I mean since I'm causing her statcounter to "spin like crazy" the least she could do is send some of the losers who read her site over here to insult me.
Some people have asked me why I used to read her until I was banned from her site. Believe it or not, she used to be funny. I guess not even being able to hold a job at Macy's has made her so bitter that she has lost her sense of humor. Pity.
So Vicki, exactly what did you say to her?
Dontcha just love it when Ted Kennedy pontificates about ethics or morals? WTF does that bloviating blowhard know about either? Jesus H. Christ! He got caught cheating in college. Then later in his worthless life he ran his car off a bridge and left a woman to die while he fled the scene and tried to figger out a way to save his political career. Not to worry. He was able to buy his way out of his dilemma and the citizens of Massachusetts, who rival the citizens of California for stupidity, or who just don't care that he is a murderer and an alcoholic, keep sending this asshole back to the Senate. Disgusting.
So now this wretched example of a human being has decided to weigh in on the ethics and scandal in the White House.
Sen. Ted Kennedy blasted the Bush administration Sunday morning for "subsuming" the nation in "scandal after scandal," saying: "Clearly there has to be a cleaning of the White House."
You're about five years too late fatso. The White House needed a big time cleaning after your buddy Bill Clinton left. I think they may have gotten the semen stains out of the carpet by now. Maybe he slept through the Clinton administration (or was in a drunken stupor). Now there were scandals galore. Whitewater. Travelgate. Illegal campaign contributions. Turning the Lincoln Bedroom into a rent by the night motel. Blowjobs in the Oval Office. Or was that the Oral Office? Groping in the Oval Office. Selling pardons for contributions to the Clinton Library. Perjury. Obstruction of justice. Contempt of court. Clinton losing his law license. The first elected president to be impeached. Bill and Hill set a new standard for presidential corruption that may never be met or surpassed.
Asked about reports Saturday that Bush ordered his staff to attend ethics training classes, Kennedy told NBC's "Meet the Press": "I think ethics has to be more than a class, doesn't it . . . Ethics has to be a much more basic and fundamental issue."
This from a man who doesn't have an ethical bone in his body.
"Clearly there has to be a cleaning of the White House," Kennedy railed. "We have a damaged presidency and a tarnished White House . . . At a time when America should be reflecting its vision of where we want to stand in the world, what we want to do here at home - we are being subsumed by scandal after scandal."
Plamegate? One person indicted? That becomes scandal after scandal? Have another scotch on the rocks Ted and go back to sleep.
The ethically challenged Democrat claimed the public is demanding that the administration be held to account.
Yeah. That's it. The public is demanding to know about Scooter Libby. The majority of the public doesn't have a clue as to who Scooter Libby is. They're too busy watching Survivor, Deperate Housewives, and Lost. The public doesn't give a rats' ass. Bush just ain't as good as Clinton in capturing the public attention. Which is a better scandal for the American people? Blowjobs in the Oral Office or maybe outing a CIA agent who may or may not been covert?
Whether it's Libby and the vice president's office, whether it's the investigations of Karl Rove, or whether it's the disaster over in Iraq or the failure of Katrina," Kennedy said, "the American people think that there should be an absolute cleaning of the house."Asked who he thought should cleaned out, Kennedy said, "Certainly Karl Rove ought to leave."
Ah yes. The evil Karl Rove. Omigawd! If only the Dimocrats could get Karl Rove. What a happy day that would be for them. There would have to be a national day of rejoicing. Ding dong the Rove is dead.
When reminded by moderator Tim Russert, "He's not been charged with any crime," Kennedy replied: "He should leave, though. He's being investigated at this present time."
Life ain't fair Ted. You should have been thrown in jail for manslaughter for killing Mary Jo. Last I heard, Karl Rove hasn't killed anybody yet. Bill Clinton was investigated throughout his term. By Ted's logic that means he should have left office.
Nothing to see here. Just the rambling ravings of a bloated old alcoholic. And this is one of the elder statesmen of the Dimocrat Party.
No wonder they're losing elections.
Well, yeah. That's what usually happens on the wedding night.
Yep! That is what is on everybody's mind. Who Killed Tupac Shakur? I've been losing a lot of sleep over this as have many of my friends. My sister and her husband have e-mailed me about this at least once a week. Everytime I talk to my friends Cindy and Michael we always ask each other, "Who killed Tupac?" This was on the mind of all the bloggers at Eric's blogmeet a few weeks back. Even diving this weekend Bert, Graham, and I talked about this extensively.
All of us agree the gummint needs to get involved. That is why I am so glad that my Congresscritter, Cynthia McCommie (Moonbat, GA), is spearheading an effort to get to the bottom of this mystery.
WASHINGTON – Rep. Cynthia McKinney, D-GA, has introduced a bill to provide for the "expeditious disclosure of records relevant to the life and death of Tupac Amaru Shakur," the rapper murdered in Las Vegas in 1996.
I'm so glad that Jihad Cindy is on top of this.
The bill has been referred to the Committee on Government Reform and Committee on Rules.
I certainly hope they take quick action on this so I can sleep better at night. I mean this mystery has kept me awake at night.
McKinney and Tupac devotees say they believe Shakur was under surveillance by the FBI and other governmental agencies at the time of the murder.
Aha! It's the fault of Bushitler McChimpy and his evil henchman, Darth Rove.
He was hit by a hail of bullets while riding in a car in Las Vegas driven by Death Row Records Chief Executive Marion "Suge" Knight. He died after six days in a medical coma at the age of 25.
I'm sure that Bush had Cheney outsource this hit to Haliburton.
Bush lied, Tupac died.
This series was forwarded to me by Catfish.
Where did the bride and groom go?
Tired from my trip. Posted the first pun I found. It was from Richard.
The pirate wanted was standing in his treasure pile.
He didn't have very much:
his booty was only shin-deep.
I didn't swim with any manatees, but I saw some.
The trip was uneventful. Crystal River is not the best diving in the world, but I needed to get back in the water. I hadn't been diving since Cayman Brac back in February. I needed to check out my new mask and make sure all my gear still worked and I knew how to use it.
I was the only crip on the trip. This was originally gonna be a crip trip, but the Shepherd pool was closed all summer for repairs (Actually it was torn out and completely rebuilt) and Bert hadn't recruited any new crips.
Bert is Bert Quist, the owner of Divers@Sea a dive shop in Atlanta. Once a month he holds a discover scuba session at the Shepherd pool for disabled inpatients and crips in the community. Many of these folks sign up for scuba lessons and go on dive trips (like the Cayman Brac trip back in February) sponsored by Shepherd.
Look what I stole from his site:
Bert took that picture of me in Roatan three years ago. We were at a bird sanctuary on Roatan and this was one of the friendliest parrots there. I cannot remember the bird's name, dammit!
Bert is helped by Graham Wilson, another scuba diver, who volunteers his time. Both Bert and Graham are HSA Dive Buddy certified divers, which means that they can dive with disabled people without killing them. Graham goes on these trips, pays his own way, and works his butt off. He and Bert are both super people. Just don't let them know I said this.
All the bloggers who have met me in person, know that I laugh a lot. So do Bert and Graham. Hanging with these guys is a lot of fun. Two of the other divers who usually go on the crip trips are Jeffrey and Charlie. Jeffrey, Charley, Graham, and I all love to gang up on Bert. Jeffrey and Charlie work their butts off helping to get us crips on and off the boat, help us with our gear, and dive with us. I don't think I've ever met a diver I didn't like.
Since no crips signed up, except me, Bert had three students who were doing their open water certification come along. We did two dives in Crystal River on Saturday, and a drift dive in Rainbow River on Sunday. The students passed. Graham and I pretty much dived together and watched the students.
Ate seafood Friday and Saturday night. I'd say it was a pretty dull trip, but being around Bert and Graham is never dull.
Bad news. The next crip trip isn't until next fall. Good news, Bert's wife Dawn is taking a group to Cayman Brac in February. I just may have to go back to the Brac.
Another one from Catfish.
Sister Mary Katherine entered the Monastery of Silence. The Priest said, "Sister, this is a silent monastery. You are welcome here as long as you like, but you may not speak until I direct you to do so."
Sister Mary Katherine lived in the monastery for 5 years before the Priest said to her, "Sister Mary Katherine, you have been here for five years. You may speak two words."
Sister Mary Katherine said, "Hard bed."
"I'm sorry to hear that," the Priest said, "We will get you a better bed."
After another five years, the Priest called Sister Mary Katherine. "You may say another two words, Sister Mary Katherine."!
"Cold food," said Sister Mary Katherine, and the Priest assured her that the food would be better in the future.
On her 15th anniversary at the monastery, the Priest again called Sister Mary Katherine into his office. "You may say two words today.
"I quit," said Sister Mary Katherine.
"It's probably best," said the Priest. "You've done nothing but bitch since you got here."
I cannot believe I forgot the celebration of 2005 boobage that someone sent me. Bill and Bev sent me another copy which is good since the other stuff was on my old PC that crashed on me.
Welcome to 2005!
She Who Will Be Obeyed took a bunch of pictures at Eric's. Here is one of them. From left to right: Jimbo, Me, Redneck, and Eric.
And we gotta have one of me laughing.
Heading down to Crystal River to swim with the Manatees (I hope.). I'll be back on Sunday. Once again folks, behave yourselves and you do have my permission to whack any trolls or to piss off another blogger who wants hits. Y'all know whom I'm talking about. I'll be back on Sunday.
Don't worry. I'll post some Saturday Boobage before I leave tomorrow.
Here are Neal Boortz' comments on the funeral of Rosa Parks.
Other than Bill and Hillary, just who were the featured luminaries at the funeral of Rosa Parks yesterday? Why, none other than race pimps Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton! Fifty years after Rosa Parks made her stand on that bus in Montgomery, Alabama this is the best we can do? Fifty years of the civil rights movement and the best they can do to honor Rosa Parks is to present to the American people is a man who rushed to the scene of Martin Luther King's assassination so that he could wipe blood on his shirt and another man who's record of lies and calls to violence have resulted in the deaths of innocent people? Meanwhile, in Maryland, liberals who would be quick to profess their allegiance to the civil rights movement are tossing Oreo cookies at the black Lt. Governor of Maryland who is running for a U.S. Senate seat. A liberal website depicts Lt. Governor Michael Steele as a black-faced minstrel while other good liberals call him an Uncle Tom. A black New Yorker who doesn't like the fact that Michael Steele hasn't toed the Democratic Party line calls him "Simple Sambo." Kweisi Mfume, the former NAACP president, sees no problem with the name-calling and racial epithets. He says that the race baiters are just "pointing out the obvious."Rosa Parks would be so proud.
All I have to add to that is, what would Martin Luther King think about the two RWPP's Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton? What would he think of denigrating a black man like the left has done to Michael Steele? Or for that matter, what would he think of how the left thinks about Clarence Thomas? Juliane Malveaux once said that she hoped Clarence Thomas' wife would feed him food high in fat content so he would have a heart attack. Is this what the Civil Rights movement is all about? Liberals attacking black people who have left the Dimocrat plantation?
Jesus H. Christ! These people make me sick to my stomach.
And don't forget. Jane Wants Hits. Let's keep her busy banning IP addresses.
I'm going down to Crystal River Florida on Friday to go swimming with the manatees (I hope). I haven't been diving since Cayman Brac in the Spring so I figgered I better do some pool work first. Good thing I did. My mask was busted and I need a new one. Gonna go down to the dive shop tomorrow and get one.
As I was rolling in, I saw Bert and made a wise crack (Me? Make a wise crack?) and we both started laughing. Next thing I knew I saw Laura, the Rec Therapist who went to Cayman Brac with us, and she said, "I thought I recognized that laugh!"
Yep! You can now recognize me by my cackle laugh.
I like to have fun. Come to a blogmeet sometime and I guarantee I'll be laughing most of the time. As Jack London said, "The purpose of life is to live, not to exist."
I still have a lot of living to do.
Sometimes I do have to be grouchy and piss off liberals, even those who call themselves moderates. Not mentioning any names here but some of you may know whom I'm talking about.
Following up on the Louisiana Quarter here is a really bad joke sent to me by Catfish. Yeah Catfish. Go figger.
A woman was in a coma. She had been in it for months. Nurses
were in her room giving her a blanket bath. One of them was washing her
private area and noticed that there was a slight response on the
monitor when she touched her. They tried it again and sure enough
there was sizable movement.
They went to her husband and
explained what happened, telling him, "As crazy as this sounds, maybe a
little oral sex will do the trick and bring her out of the coma." The
husband was skeptical, but they assured him that they'd close the
curtains for privacy.
The husband finally agreed and went into his
wife's room. After a few minutes the woman's monitor flat lined, no
pulse, no heart rate. The nurses run back into the room. "What
happened?" they cried.
The husband said, "I'm not sure, maybe she choked."
So I finally saw the latest episode of Rome last night. They've done a pretty good job with Cato throughout this series what with his bare breast and all that. After Pompey had been forced to leave Italy in 49 BC, Cato refused to have his hair or beard cut. He must have looked like a member of ZZ Top. After the Battle of Thaspus he did attempt suicide but was found by his son and had a doctor tend his wounds. When left alone he ripped off all the bandages and died.
The Battle of Thaspus was in 46 BC. This series started in 52 BC (Actually it should have been 54 which is when Julia died, followed not too long after that by Caesar's mother, Aurelia). But taking the 52 BC date and it's now 46 BC, six years later and both Octavius (not Octavian) and Octavia have not aged too much. Verenus got to Rome in 49 BC and was back in 46 BC and his daughters have not aged a day. His "son" apppears to be the only child in the whole series who has gotten older.
This whole thing with Servilia is wrong, wrong, wrong. After their affair cooled off they remained friends. In fact, after Caesar returned to Rome, in 46 BC, he confiscated some of his enemies' estates and only Servilia was able to buy them at a discount. Caesar made everyone else pay full value.
I know why they're pulling all of this crap with Servilia. They're gonna make her goad Brutus into killing Caesar. Good soap opera bullshit but not true. Brutus was descended from the Brutus who in legend was responsible for throwing the last king out of Rome. Brutus was also Cato's nephew (Cato was Servilia's half brother). His allies played on this and got him to lead the assassination plot. He was gonna restore the Republic.
More lesbo love action between Servilia and Octavia. We saw some boobies in this episode. We even got a quick glimpse of Servilia's tits.
Incest between Octavius and Octavia? Nope. 80 years later we did have incest between Caligula and his sisters.
I think there are three more episodes to go.
Now this is cold and in bad taste. It was suggested by Elisson and done by Matt at StarkTruth
Some of the nice female bloggers at Eric's Blogmeet over the weekend said nice things about my laugh. I've only laughed that way for about the last two or three years. My team lead at IBM called it a cackle.
I developed it when I turned 55. At 55 and the time I had in at IBM I was eligible for retirement with pension and benefits. That meant I was bulletproof. It would have been easier for IBM to force me to retire than to fire me. That didn't mean I quit working entirely, but it did allow me to have a lot more fun at work. Things that used to piss me off now made for amusing things to blog about, like SHTS, Quality Programs, and More Quality Programs.
Dammit! I wrote better back then than I do now! Maybe I oughta go get a new job.
Anyway, I quit arguing with my boss. I would smirk at meetings. At our Wednesday Inquisition Meeting, My CDSM© sat at one end of the table in the conference room and I sat at the other one facing him. I used to try to get my buddy Marco to laugh by giving the universal hand gesture for whacking off when we were talking about some really minor item. I also liked to look over at him and roll my eyes. I hated that meeting. After I was replaced as team lead I asked him if I could quit attending. He told me, "No. We would miss your sparkling personality." So I displayed said personality. It drove him nuts.
In my last apppraisal with him he asked me when I was planning on retiring. I told him maybe in another year and I was just sticking around for the comic relief. Yes. Those were my exact words.
I used to look at my e-mail and see some of the bullshit that was coming down from upper management and cackle away. There was only one person who really bothered me and that was an incompetent dipshit instructor. He caused me some grief. He went to my manager and complained about me. Y'see I had apologized to him because he was incompetent and that affected my ability to support him. He got fired three months later, but my manager sided with him. It was shortly after that that I was replaced as team lead. I got the same amount of money for less work. And the downside was...?
Even the PMICOUM didn't bother me anymore. Meetings? Sure I'll attend. It got to where my team lead actually didn't want me to go to some meetings because I couldn't keep a straight face when they were discussing some irrelevant bullshit.
I was at one meeting when someone asked me a question and I replied truthfully that that decision was above my paygrade. My team lead who had teleconferenced in told me later that he could hear my CDSM©'s ass pucker over the phone.
I'll tell you that near the end, that man hated me with a passion. Every time he walked by my office I was cackling about one thing or another. I'm surprised that he didn't do backflips down the hall when I said I was retiring. They even gave me three months pay to retire two months early.
Now I'm retired and in good shape financially. I've met some real super people from blogging. Life is good and there is a lot to laugh about.
I'm gonna keep cackling away.
Golly, some of my readers told me that Jane wrote "When people who hate you send you a lot of visitors and make your StatCounter spin like crazy".
First off, I don't hate her. I actually feel sorry for her. She's 39 years old, been divorced twice and can't even hold a job at a department store. I sent her a nice letter of advice a few months ago but I know she won't take it.
I didn't know that she liked for her "StatCounter spin like crazy". I took her off my blogroll at her request, but since she likes to see her "StatCounter spin like crazy", I'll put her back on. It will be Jane Wants Hits. So go ahead and click away. Just don't leave any comments. She can dish it out, but she cannot take it.
To Jane's readers, thanks for stopping by. To Jane, enjoy your StatCounter Spinning like crazy. You're welcome.
Charlieb sent me a picture of the new Florida Quarter.
Look what I got!
Want one yourself? SondraK told me how. But if you want, tell 'em that I sent you and I can be your sponsor.
For the first time in my life I've been banned from a site. I haven't even commented over there for over two months but now I can't even read her stuff. Wonder if she's saying anything bad about me?
As the Dimocrats whine, "I wanted an elephant for Fitzmas and all I got was a lousy Scooter". BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Some troll named Joe posted this comment on Saturday Boobage, of all places.
What, no comments on the indictments? Is somebody a little sad this weekend. Libby down. Rove next. Are you guys still proud of your criminals in the White House. Brown, Miers, Libby, Rove...Bush sure knows how to pick 'em!
Uh, no, Joe, you booger eatin' moh-ron, this was a post about tits! Criminals in the White House? Bush and his gang have to go a long way to top the criminals in the Clinton administration. But it's nice to see that Dimocrats now care about perjury and obstruction of justice. During the Clinton years all we heard was, "Let's just move on".
I wasn't a bit sad this weekend. I had a great time. Went to a blogmeet. Hung out with a bunch of smart people. Picked on my gee-tar. Drank some booze. Ate some dynamite ribs. Then I came home and read your troll droppings.
Miers out? Love it! Any candidate that was supported by Harry Reid is not a Supreme Court Justice that I want. I like Alito. The fact that The Swimmer, Leaky Leahy, and Chuck The Schmuck Shumer are against him make me like him even more. Miers pulling her self out of the nomination is a victory for conservatives not liberals.
So let's talk about ol' Scooter since you probably have cum stains all over your keyboard from when you masturbated while writing that comment. Must have been an orgasmic experience.
Did Libby out Valerie Plame? He wasn't charged with it. That's what the investigation was all about. He was only charged with lying and obstructing justice, not outing Plame. D'ya notice when a Republican gets indicted, he resigns, even tho' as in this case, he has not been proven guilty? Dimocrats hang on. They circle the wagons and give stupid excuses and launch personal attacks on the prosecutor, like they did to Ken Starr.
Harry Reid says Bush and Cheney should apologize. For what? Tell you what. Let Bill Clinton apologize for all the women he sexually harassed. Let the Clintons apologize for trying to ruin Billy Dale's life. Let the Clintons apologize for Whitewater. Let Bill Clinton apologize for the stain he inflicted on the office of president and other places. A blue dress comes to mind. Let the Swimmer apologize for murdering Mary Jo. Let the Clinton attack dogs apologize for all the lives they tried to ruin. Let Cynthia McCommie apologize for being a barking moonbat.
I could go on and on. There are more Dimocrats who should apologize to this country before Bush and Cheney have to.
And guess what, bonehead? You guys still didn't get to the evil dark lord Darth Rove.
Look! He's laughing at you. And so am I. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Update: Paul was nice enough to provide some info about the Clinton legacy in the comments. Here 'tis.
The Clinton Legacy
RECORDS SET
- The only president ever impeached on grounds of personal malfeasance
- Most number of convictions and guilty pleas by friends and associates*
- Most number of cabinet officials to come under criminal investigation
- Most number of witnesses to flee country or refuse to testify
- Most number of witnesses to die suddenly
- First president sued for sexual harassment.
- First president accused of rape.
- First first lady to come under criminal investigation
- Largest criminal plea agreement in an illegal campaign contribution case
- First president to establish a legal defense fund.
- First president to be held in contempt of court
- Greatest amount of illegal campaign contributions
- Greatest amount of illegal campaign contributions from abroad
- First president disbarred from the US Supreme Court and a state court
Let's not forget Sandy Burglar stealing and destroying classified documents, the governor of Arkansas who had to resign because of Whitewater, or the pardons as Clinton was leaving office.
Bush: Scooter Libby. And that hasn't even been proven yet.
Ride that Scooter, dickwads!
