Y'know there's a drinking game on college campuses based on 24. Every time Jack says, "Dammit!", it's shooter time. What kind of a drinking game is that? Jack doesn't say "Dammit!" more than twice an episode.
Here are all the "Dammits!" from seasons 1 through 4.
Someone has too much time on his hands.
The purpose of a drinking game is to get drunk, so here are my recommendations.
1. Every time Chloe makes a funny face, drink up. Now there's a drinking game! I was really pissed about them killing off Edgar, because I would have liked to have had every time Chloe verbally bitchslaps Edgar that would be a drink up moment.
2. Every time Jack tortures someone, it's chugalug time.
3. Every time someone gets thru a CTU perimeter, drink up.
4. Every time Jack disobeys an order, drain your glass.
5. Every time a bad guy gets a presidential pardon, y'all know what to do. They must have a preprinted form just for presidential pardons.
6. Every time a CTU tactical team gets wiped out, that's drinking time. CTU seems to have an unlimited supply of cannon fodder.
7. Every time a major player, gets it, shooters all around. If Jack kills them, like he did with Curtis and Chapelle, that's double shots.
8. If Chloe kills someone, it's triple shots.
9. A CTU mole means shooters. Is there gonna be one this season?
See. If we play my version of the game, we'll see who could stand up after an episode of 24. This would be a real drinking game! None of this pussy "Dammit!" crap!
I finished my taxes yesterday. I owe money to the bloodsuckers feds. I didn't pay enough in estimated taxes, and my income went up considerably this year. Kind of a good news/bad news thing. Good news, I'm richer. Bad news, I gotta pay more in taxes. So now, to avoid penalties next year, I've gotta double the amount of estimated taxes I pay every quarter.
I've said many times that if we want to get the tax system fixed in this country all we would have to do is abolish withholding and everyone whould have to sit down and write a check to the gummint every year.
Here's another idea. Change the election date to April 15. How neat would that be? We would have a simplified tax system in no time.
Cal sent me this link to an awesome slide show. I simply cannot say enough for the wonderful men and women who have volunteered to serve.
Algore, like the typical liberal he is, is on a crusade against manmade global warming. Is he leading this crusade by example? No! Why am I not surprised. After all, the businesses that Nancy Pelosi and her husband run are all nonunion. I'll bet she's an energy hog as well.
Last night, Al Gore’s global-warming documentary, An Inconvenient Truth, collected an Oscar for best documentary feature, but the Tennessee Center for Policy Research has found that Gore deserves a gold statue for hypocrisy.
The Oscars? They were last night? Golly! I missed them again. Anything important happen?
Gore’s mansion, located in the posh Belle Meade area of Nashville, consumes more electricity every month than the average American household uses in an entire year, according to the Nashville Electric Service (NES).
No shit? Algore? Doesn't he care about the planet? We're supposed to take him seriously when he contributes so much to global warmimg?
In his documentary, the former Vice President calls on Americans to conserve energy by reducing electricity consumption at home.
Rules for thee, but not me. Typical liberal hypocrite. Think of all the energy consumed by the typical Hollywood star in his or her mansion, but then they're the elite. It's only we commoners who are supposed to sacrifice to the religion of global warming.
The average household in America consumes 10,656 kilowatt-hours (kWh) per year, according to the Department of Energy. In 2006, Gore devoured nearly 221,000 kWh — more than 20 times the national average.
Holy freaking shit! I bet that's not in his documentary. I also remember during his 2000 campaign they let water out of a lake so he could paddle down a river showing his concern for the environment. Unfortunately, that area of the country was in a drought and could ill afford to lose the water from the lake.
Last August alone, Gore burned through 22,619 kWh — guzzling more than twice the electricity in one month than an average American family uses in an entire year. As a result of his energy consumption, Gore’s average monthly electric bill topped $1,359.
Way to conserve energy Al!
Since the release of An Inconvenient Truth, Gore’s energy consumption has increased from an average of 16,200 kWh per month in 2005, to 18,400 kWh per month in 2006.Gore’s extravagant energy use does not stop at his electric bill. Natural gas bills for Gore’s mansion and guest house averaged $1,080 per month last year.
I'm shocked! Doesn't Al worry about the environment?
“As the spokesman of choice for the global warming movement, Al Gore has to be willing to walk to walk, not just talk the talk, when it comes to home energy use,” said Tennessee Center for Policy Research President Drew Johnson.
No he doesn't. He's a liberal. They don't have to live by the rules like the rest of us do.
In total, Gore paid nearly $30,000 in combined electricity and natural gas bills for his Nashville estate in 2006.
Here's an inconvenient truth: Algore is a hypocrite. Maybe I would take global warming seriously (No I wouldn't) if he did. Here's another inconvenient truth: The LSM won't call him on it.
So now we find out that the Rev Al was descended from a slave owned by a distant relative of Strom Thurmon. Now the portly reverend wants a DNA test to see if he is related to the Thurmond family.
The Rev. Al Sharpton said he wants a DNA test to determine whether he's related to former segregationist Sen. Strom Thurmond through his great-grandfather, a slave owned by an ancestor of the late senator.''I can't find out anything more shocking than I've already learned,'' Sharpton told the Daily News, which reported the link Sunday based on genealogists' findings.
How neat would that be? Sharpton would be descended from slave owners. That means in the event of reparations, he would have to pay them to himself.
My very first test in Calculus II looked sumpin' like this. I had a Navy Reserve meeting the night before and we had a few beers. When I got home, I fired up the coffee pot and started studying. I only got about two hours of sleep. The next morning it was more coffee while cramming in the student union. I went into the classroom hungover and on a caffeine buzz. I also forgot a pencil and took the test in ink. My test answers looked a lot like the above.
Guess what? I aced the test. In three semesters of calculus, one semester of differential equations, and one semester of applied, advanced calculus, that was the only test I aced. Maybe I should have gotten hammered the night before a test on more than one occasion.
I keep getting e-mail from Droolingcumspot who whines about me banning him from my blog. Not gonna link to his blog. Go to Erica's instead. She used to be friends with the little turd until he started depositing troll droppings on her site.
I have made this clear so many times that only liberals seem to have trouble with the concept. This blog is not a democracy. I have Rules. If you cannot abide by them, you will get banned. I do allow dissenting opinion as long as you are polite. Once again, liberals seem to have a problem with this concept.
Watch the talk shows. Who does most of the shouting and interrupting? Liberals. Who are the people who demonstrate and shout down conservatives when they speak on campus? Liberals. Conservatives don't waste their time doing that. They don't bother to attend talks by liberals. Conservatives are usually back in the dorms studying so they can get good jobs and become SRF©s like me.
Droolingcumspot acted like a spoiled little brat and I banned him. He should be proud of the fact that he made AOTW. It is ironic that in his last e-mail he accused me of acting like an 8 year old.
He also refers to me as gay old cripple and has called my blog homoerotic. This caused me to scratch my head and wonder what he was talking about. He is a liberal and I often have the problem of wondering what liberals are talking about. I think I've finally figgered it out. My posting of boobage is the homoerotic part and he says I'm gay so the only way that would be considered homoerotic is if I were a lesbian. So that's it. I'm a lesbian. I'm a lesbian trapped in a man's body. It only took me 60 years to realize that!
Thanks dude! BTW, I'm still waiting for those hundreds of angry patriots you promised would come to my blog.
Update! Barney sent me this.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I gotta learn this song!
We were discussing global warming back in January when I was in Snowmass. We kept wondering why the Martian icecaps were melting. How could that be tied into "manmade" global warming on our planet? Someone at the next table figgered it out. It all had to do with those Mars Rover SUV's we sent there. Voila! It fits! SUV's on Mars are responsible for the melting icecaps. Quick! Call Algore!
By the way, West Virgina just had the coldest February ever.
Another one from Richard.
Kenny Rogers and his entourage are aboard his bus, driving to a
concert, when they have a flat tire. The mechanic hurriedly replaces
the tire, but he neglects to double-check the lug nuts. Later, as the
bus rounds a curve on a mountain road, the wheel comes off. The bus
plunges down the mountainside. Everybody is killed, except for a young
roadie. A reporter asks the kid if Kenny Rogers had any last words.
"Yes," said the roadie. "As the bus went over the edge, I heard Mr.
Rogers singing,
'You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel!'"
Could be one of my trolls. Maybe it's Jared.
Our tax dollars at work!
Warning! Adult language at the end.
Got this one from Mo K.
I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY" then he would tell me to take a few days off. So I hung upside down from the ceiling and made funny noises.
My coworker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off.
A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you doing?"
I told him I was a light bulb.
He said "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days."
I jumped down and walked out of the office.
When my coworker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss said to her, "And where do you think you're going?"
She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark!"
This week's coveted Asshole of the Week prize goes to Hugo Chavez.
Hugo Chavez is trying to turn Venezuela into Zimbabwe. As I've stated before, socialists love poor people, since their policies create so many of them. Even with all of his oil wealth, Hugo is patiently turning Venezuela into the South American version of Zimbabwe. His next trick will be changing Venezuela's constitution to get rid of that pesky term limit clause so he can become president for life and continue on his quest to turn Venezuela into a Third World shithole just like Robert Mugabe has done to Zimbabwe.
But it won't be his fault. It will be Bush's fault. After all, every bad thing that is happening in the world today is Bush's fault. The only reason I'm still a cripple is because of George Bush. It's probably even Bush's fault that Jared has asthma and couldn't join the Army.
President Hugo Chavez warned that the U.S. government, allegedly frustrated by failed assassination plots against him, was now planning to sabotage the oil-producing country's economy.
Nope Hugo, you don't need our help. You're doing a fine job on your own. We'll just sit back and watch you fuck up your economy all by yourself.
Chavez, speaking Thursday on his newly scheduled prime-time TV talk show, predicted that "one of the fiercest battle fronts" was coming ahead as Washington readied to destroy Venezuela economically.
What makes him think that?
He said that recent comments by Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice accusing Chavez of "destroying" his country's economy meant that "the imperialist plan of the moment" had turned to economic sabotage.
See. It's our fault that Hugo is gonna destroy his own economy. It's our fault (It's really Bush's fault) because we're gonna do nothing to stop him.
"(That's) one of the plans. The other is assassination," he said, reiterating past claims that the U.S. government is plotting to kill him. "We've neutralized various attempts, and I have faith we will continue neutralizing them. But they won't rest."
Maybe we should send him some exploding cigars. Didn't we try that with Castro?
Chavez said that recent urgings by President Bush for his country to reduce its oil dependency on unfriendly nations, including Venezuela, meant that Venezuela was already on "the drawing table" and Washington was laying its plans.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's it Hugo. We're gonna destroy you with ethanol, bio-diesel, and fuel efficient cars. (Like that's gonna really happen.) We'll show you!
Anyway, I'm making this raving lunatic my AOTW.
They rooted for the commies during the Cold War as well. You can always count on the left to be against America.
I'm sure you heard by now that poor widdle Nancy went crying to George Bush about that mean old Dick Cheney picking on her. You've got to worry about Cheney because he's a real dangerous dude.
Washington —- Vice President Dick Cheney on Wednesday harshly criticized the Iraq strategy advocated by Democratic leaders in Congress, saying their approach would "validate the al-Qaida strategy." House Speaker Nancy Pelosi fired back that Cheney's remarks were out of bounds.
For what? For being on the same page as al Qaida? The Dims and al Qaida have the same goal. They both want us to lose in Iraq. Their talking points are pretty much the same.
The speaker said she tried to complain about Cheney to President Bush but could not reach him. Bush had previously urged her to call him when a member of his administration stepped over the line by questioning Democrats' patriotism, Pelosi said.
Bush: If that whining bitch calls, tell her I'm not here.
Cheney was not questioning her patriotism, he was merely pointing out that the goals of al Qaida and the Dimocrats were the same.
"You cannot say as the president of the United States, 'I welcome disagreement in a time of war,' and then have the vice president of the United States go out of the country and mischaracterize a position of the speaker of the House and in a manner that says that person in that position of authority is acting against the national security of our country," the speaker said.
But if you're a Dimocrat you can go out of the country and badmouth the president and the country and undermine national security. Ask Flipper, the Peanut, and BJ Clinton. And Nancy, I got news for you, you and most of the Dimocrat Party are undermining national security. Y'all just can't help yourselves. You hate George Bush more than you hate the terrorists of al Qaida. Y'all want us to lose in Iraq.
The quarrel began in Tokyo, where Cheney used an interview to criticize Pelosi and Rep. John Murtha (D-Pa.) over their plan to place restrictions on Bush's request for an additional $93 billion for the Iraq war to make it difficult or impossible to send 21,500 extra troops to Iraq.
I think Murtha referred to the policy as akin to slowly bleeding to death the war effort.
"I think if we were to do what Speaker Pelosi and Congressman Murtha are suggesting, all we will do is validate the al-Qaida strategy," the vice president told ABC News. "The al-Qaida strategy is to break the will of the American people . . . try to persuade us to throw in the towel and come home, and then they win because we quit."
Yep! Listen to Murtha and Pelosi. It's hard to tell the difference between them and al Qaida when it comes to the war effort in Iraq.
Pelosi, at a news conference in San Francisco, said Cheney's criticism of Democrats was "beneath the dignity of the debate we're engaged in and a disservice to our men and women in uniform, whom we all support."
Yeah! They support the troops. As long as the troops retreat.
Wouldn't this piss the Dimocrats and the nutroots off?
He (Lieberman) suggested, however, that the forthcoming showdown over new funding could be a deciding factor that would lure him to the Republican Party.
That would give Republicans control of the Senate. My prediction? Ain't gonna happen, but it sure would be fun listening to the howls of outrage from the left if it did. The Dims and the LSM would go batshit crazy.
Oh crap! I gotta go taste some Zinfandel wines tonight at a Sommelier Guild of Atlanta wine tasting.
What if Dick Cheney was a Wal-Mart Greeter.
You did hear about the Wal-Mart Greeter who asked a lady if her boys were twins didn't you? When she said they weren't she asked him why he asked. He replied that she was so ugly he didn't think she could get laid twice. Rimshot!
Catfish sent me this interesting video.
I also love the background music from Last of the Mohicans. One of the guys from the January pickin' party down in South Georgia can play this on keyboard or accordian.
I can attest to the technology issues. When I started working on mainframes back in the late 70's they were big and they were water cooled. They had multiple boxes, which we called frames, bolted together. They had two separate frames, one to handle water distribution and the other to handle power distribution. Each generation was more powerful than the previous generation. In the late 90's IBM achieved a breakthrough and went from bi-polar to CMOS technology. Now the large mainframes were air cooled and a lot smaller. What used to require 7 frames bolted together went to 2 frames that were twice as fast and had more memory. When I left, our main processor was just one frame that was four times faster than the two processors we replaced and had four times the memory.
The computer I'm on right now is faster and has more memory than the first water cooled processor I was trained on, the IBM 3033. Back then mainframe memory cost about $1 million per megabyte. Our first 3033 at MacAuto only had four megabytes of memory. My PC has 512 megabytes. Microsoft's new operating system, Vista, requires one gigabyte.
The rapid changes in technology screws the federal gummint as well. For example, the FAA was upgrading their computer system in the mid '80's. They decided to go with IBM 3083 processors. By the time they had gone through the planning and procurement processes and started purchasing the 3083s, they were already obsolete. IBM was still manufacturing them but at installation time, IBM had rolled out the 3090 series of mainframes which were cheaper, more powerful, and used less power. The gummint would be better off leasing technology.
I remember having to take a call at the Army Records Center in St. Louis in the early 80's. They were running IBM 360 processors. Those computers were real dionosaurs by then. They were three generations back from the current processors.
I have a friend whose 80 something parents just bought a PC. They're game and they try real hard, but they are having all sorts of problems. Ten years ago, you could see people who had VCR's with blinking clocks 'cause the people didn't know how to program the clock. I have to hand it to my mother. She was in her 80's and her clock never blinked. All of her friends only used the VCR to play movies. My mother actually used hers to record stuff. Jimbo even admitted to placing tape over his VCR clock so he wouldn't see it blinking.
Technology is on the move. My sister and I both worked in data processing. She was a programmer her entire career. I started in hardware, taught hardware, moved to programming, taught programming, and spent the last six years of my career as a fulltime systems programmer. I had to have someone set up this website for me.
I have a cellphone that I'm thinking of replacing. When I do, I'm gonna get one with no whistles and bells. KISS. I don't need a camera in it. I just want to make and receive calls.
Here's the bad thing. I don't have any children. That means I don't have any grandchildren. Who is gonna help me cope with technology in 10 years when I'm 70 and I'm a doddering old fool? (No remarks about how I'm already a doddering old fool.)
I'm doomed!
CharlieB sent me this one.
Hillary Clinton called Bill into her office one day and said, "Bill, I have a great idea! I know how we can win back middle America and secure my presidential victory in 2008."
"Great, but how so you propose we go about that", asked Bill? "Are we gonna have someone knock off Obamba like we did Vince Foster?"
"No silly", Hillary responds, "we'll go down to a local Wal-Mart, get some cheezy clothes and shoes like most middle Americans wear, and then we'll stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador. When we look the part, we'll go to a nice old country bar somewhere in middle America and show them that we really enjoy the countryside, and show admiration and respect for the hard working people living there."
(Remember, this is a joke...GOC)
A few days later, all decked out and with the requisite Labrador at heel, they set off from New York in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at just the place they were looking for.
With the dog in tow, they walk into a bar. When they stepped up to the bar, the bartender takes a step back and says, "Aren't you Bill and Hillary Clinton?"
"Yes we are", says Hillary, "and what a lovely town you have here. We were just passing through and Bill suggested we stop and take in some local color."
They then order a couple of cocktails and proceed to drink them down, all the while, chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.
All of a sudden... the bar room door opens and a grizzled old farmer comes in. He walks up to the Labrador, lifts its tail, and looks underneath, shrugs his shoulders and walks out the door.
A few moments later, in comes another old farmer... walks up to the dog, lifts its tail, looks underneath, scratches his head and then leaves the bar.
Over the course of the next hour or so, another four or five farmers came in, lifted the dog's tail, and went away looking puzzled.
Eventually Hillary and Bill could stand it no longer and called the bartender over.
"Tell me", says Hillary, "why did all those old farmers come in and look under the dog's tail like that? Is it some sort of cute old custom?"
"Good Lord no", said the bartender. "Its just that someone had told them there was a Labrador in this bar with two Assholes!"
Y'know, sometimes when I read the letters to the editor in the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. I realize the gummint schools in Atlanta are abysmal failures, which of course, is what the Dimocrats want. The city of Atlanta spends over $12K per student and turns out stupid dipshits who continue to vote for Dimocrats who only make things worse. Let's observe the wisdom (Fourth letter down) of one Calvin Harris who lives in Atlanta.
After months of listening to local talk radio, I have several observations or questions. How can people who claim to love America have such contempt for the other 51 percent of Americans who apparently don't share their peculiar political convictions?
How can a dipstick like Calvin pull this 51% figure out of the air?
How can people who have such a reflexive distrust of government programs and the taxes that support them have such blind unquestioning allegiance to the biggest government program —- the military?
Way to spout those liberal talking points Calvin. However, you could have done better by reading this post.
This really cracks me up (or makes me cry) when liberals talk about the size of the defense budget. Ol' Calvin is laboring under the delusion that the defense budget is "the biggest government program —- the military". Sorry Calvin. You're wrong. Let's take a quick look at the budget.
Department of Defense.
Fiscal year 2006 - $499.357 billion
Fiscal year 2007 - $548.195 billion
Fiscal year 2008 - $583.283 billion (proposed - By the time the Dimocrats get through with it, it will be less, especially if they decide to defund the war. They support the troops as long as they retreat.)
Let me point out that defense spending is one thing that is authorized by our Constitution.
So Calvin says that the defense budget is "the biggest government program —- the military". Let's look at Health and Human Services.
Fiscal year 2006 - $616.040 billion
Fiscal year 2007 - $673.932 billion
Fiscal year 2008 - $700.980 billion (proposed. Holy crap! Bush is really fucking with the poor isn't he? By the time the Dimocrats get through with it, it will be larger and Bush will not veto it.)
Let's look at Social Security.
Fiscal year 2006 - $593.212 billion
Fiscal year 2007 - $625.021 billion
Fiscal year 2008 - $656.282 billion (projected. But hey, we've got all those IOUs in the "lockbox" to pay for that.)
So, defense spending, which is authorized by our Constitution, is not, as Calvin says "the biggest government program —- the military". In fact, as a percentage of gummint spending, defense spending continues to decline. Entitlements, however, continue to rise.
Them facts are pesky things ain't they? That's why liberals hate them so much. Maybe Calvin should actually listen to talk radio or read this blog. He might learn sumpin'. He sure didn't learn anything in the Atlanta gummint school system.
I just finished reading Empire by Orson Scott Card. With Card, you never know what you're gonna get. Will you get Ender's Game, which is a masterpiece? Or will you get Speaker for the Dead (the sequel) which sucked?
That's the problem with penning sequels to really good books. How do you keep the quality? Dune was a masterpiece. Herbert should have stopped there. Dune Messiah sucked. After reading that, I had no desire to read Children of Dune. Harris did real well with The Red Dragon and The Silence of the Lambs. Hannibal sucked. He somewhat redeemed himself with Hannibal Rising. Some novels deserve to stand alone, like Ender's Game and Dune. Card also wrote Ender's Shadow which is Ender's Game from a different perspective. I have not yet read any of the other books in the Shadow series, so I cannot express an opinion about them.
But I digress.
Empire is set in the present and it is about a civil war in America. Card thinks this is the most polarized this country has been since the Civil War. For the record, Card is a self proclaimed Democrat who happens to be a hawk. That would make him a Sam Nunn, Zell Miller or a Scoop Jackson Democrat, a very rare breed indeed.
Near the beginning, a college professor points out that the comparisons between America and Rome are false. America can not become an empire and cannot become Rome until our republic is abolished and we find our Augustus. Augustus put an end to the Roman civil wars and initiated the 200 year relative peace (the Pax Romana) of the Roman Empire. He was also careful enough to keep the forms of the Roman Republic. The system of gummint he set up was good enough to survive incompetents like Caligula and Nero.
The new American Civil War is started by the Progressives after the President and Vice-President are killed by terrorists. Wow! That alone will give people on the left an orgasm. For some reason they were still pissed off about the 2000 election which they think they won. After the war starts, Vermont and Washington Sate vote to secede. Wow! This novel is realistic!
There are certain characters in this novel that are obviously based on real characters like George Soros. The leading Dimocrat presidential hopeful is never named but she is a woman. Wonder who that is?
The book is a fast read and the ending makes you wonder. I'm not gonna say about what. If you read it, you'll know what I'm talking about.
The afterword to the novel is posted on his website.
Holy crap! It's true! Dimocrats are booger eatin' moh-rons!
Thanks to Randy for sending me this.
We get to see how Bubba would look with a mustache.
Thanks Michelle.
Since I used to work at IBM, many faithful readers have sent me articles about some booger eatin' moh-ron suing IBM.
A man who was fired by IBM for visiting an adult chat room at work is suing the company for $5 million, claiming he is an Internet addict who deserves treatment and sympathy rather than dismissal.
GMAFB! Sympathy my ass! The only sympathy he gets from me is that he was born stupid.
James Pacenza, 58, of Montgomery, says he visits chat rooms to treat traumatic stress incurred in 1969 when he saw his best friend killed during an Army patrol in Vietnam.
Jesus H. Christ! That was almost 40 years ago! Get over it! Many other veterans have. We didn't see this kind of crap from WWII vets. Just another example of the pussification of the American male.
But wait! There's more!
In papers filed in federal court in White Plains, Pacenza said the stress caused him to become "a sex addict, and with the development of the Internet, an Internet addict." He claimed protection under the American with Disabilities Act.
Yet another example of the abuse of the ADA. I've got an internet addiction and it has nothing to do with me being a cripple.
His lawyer, Michael Diederich, says Pacenza never visited pornographic sites at work,
Yeah. I'm sure of that!
violated no written IBM rule and did not surf the Internet any more or any differently than other employees. He also says age discrimination contributed to IBM's actions. Pacenza, 55 at the time, had been with the company for 19 years and says he could have retired in a year.
I surfed at work. I even blogged at work (sometimes), but I never looked at porn sites or entered any chatrooms. Plus my work never suffered. The contractor who replaced me was not able to do all the stuff that I did. They had to drop at least one project that I was involved in. For this butthead, surfing probably interfered with his work. Ergo, he was fired.
International Business Machines Corp. has asked Judge Stephen Robinson for a summary judgment, saying its policy against surfing sexual Web sites is clear. It also claims Pacenza was told he could lose his job after an incident four months earlier, which Pacenza denies.
Duh! Of course he denies it. IBM is very clear when it fires people. If he was warned about web surfing, it would be documented. They do stuff like that just in case someone files a suit against them, like this guy just did.
"Plaintiff was discharged by IBM because he visited an Internet chat room for a sexual experience during work after he had been previously warned," the company said.IBM also said sexual behavior disorders are specifically excluded from the ADA and denied any age discrimination.
I don't think IBM will lose this one.
From Richard.
An elephant was drinking at a watering hole when a turtle approached. The elephant looked at the turtle for a minute, then kicked it. The turtle flew several hundred feet. A nearby zebra asked, "Why did you kick the turtle?"
"That turtle bit my foot 20 years ago",¯ the elephant replied. "That was payback."
"How do you know it was the same turtle?"
Said the elephant,
"I have turtle recall."
They've already started with their nonbinding resolution "supporting the troops".
Got if from CharlieB.
Michelle sent me this one.
A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he
settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful
woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was
heading straight towards his seat. As fate would
have it, she took the seat right beside his.
(This never happens to me. I usually get someone overweight...GOC)
Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out,
"Business trip or pleasure?"
She turned, smiled and said, "Business. I'm going
to the annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in
Boston."
(Wow! The Kennedys must love this. They wouldn't
have to resort to rape. Let Bill Clinton know about
this as well...GOC)
He swallowed hard. Here was the most beautiful woman
he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was
going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs.
(Every redblooded male's fantasy!...GOC)
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly
asked, "What's your business role at this
convention?"
"Lecturer," she responded. "I use
information that I have learned from my personal
experiences to debunk some of the popular myths
about sexuality."
"Really?" he said. "And what kind of myths are
there?"
"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that
African-American men are the most well-endowed of
all men, when in fact it is the Native American
Indian who is most likely to possess that trait."
"Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best
lovers when actually it is men of Jewish descent who
are the best."
No! No! It is cripples that are the best lovers!...GOC)
"I have also discovered that the lover with
absolutely the best stamina is the Southern
Redneck."
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and
blushed. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't
really be discussing all of this with you. I don't
even know your name."
"Tonto," the man said. "Tonto Goldstein. But my
friends call me Bubba."
I'm trying to clean up my mailbox. Melissa sent me this. I used to have a similar card that I would place under windshield wipers in parking lots.
In lieu of my usual Saturday Bach, I'm posting this Pachelbel Rant that Ryan sent me. Enjoy.
This one is from Billy.
A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.
"Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."
Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!' I'm like...Helloooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!"
Who is the Asshole of the Week this week? Let's let the Swimmer introduce him.
As an aside, I cannot believe you idiots in Taxachusetts keep electing this drunken bloviating blowhard.
Anyway, Barack Hussein Obama Yo Mamma came out of the starting gate by saying that the war "should have never been authorized, and should have never been waged, and on which we've now spent $400 billion, and have seen over 3,000 lives of the bravest young Americans wasted."
Wasted lives. Just like a Dimocrat. Like he really gives a flying fuck about the military. He's a Dimocrat. They hate the military. Then he pulled a Kerry and "apologized". In the words of Ah-nold in the Terminator, "Fuck you, asshole!" Now it turns out that Obama is not even black!
Wow! I didn't know that you had to be a descendent of West African slaves to be black. Whoda thunk it?
This Obamamania by the LSM will blow over soon. Obama is a lightweight. He gave a good speech at the Dimocrat convention. He's clean and articulate, according to Joe Biden, whose campaign for president is essentially over, and he is the week's Asshole of the Week. Congrats dude! Enjoy your time. Wait until the Clinton smear machine gets done with you. Here's your award.
Love the VP!
Sent to me by many readers.
To: Senator Barak Obama
From: Barbra Streisand
Dear Senator Osama:
Since Nancy Peloti and Hillary Clinton are no longer talking to me I have decided to give you my support. After all as Jim Biden said, you are a clean articulate African-American. I notice that you don't put grease in your hair like Al Sharpton. Personaly, I liked him better when he had the James Brown look.
I can't believe what that Jim Heywood guy from Austria said about you. How dare he talk that way about you! Who does he think he is? It;s not like any Austrians are fighing in Irak alongside our troops, who, by the way, I support, as I'm sure you do as well.
The only problem I have with your latest speech is I think we ought to breing them home now and not wait until march of next year. Where are our Democrats on this? We shoudl cut off funding for this insane and illegal war now. That's why we Democrats won the election. It was a referandum against our illegally elected president who stole the election in Florida in 2000 and in Ohio in 2005. When we bring the troops home we should station them at polling places so the Republicans can't steal any more elections. Had we done that during the last election the Democratic majorities would have been even higher.
I will support you financially and I will even give some concerts to raise money for your campaign. And, if you need aqny advice, I will gladly giove it to you. I have advised many Democrats over the last few years. Just ask around.
Don't let cows like Maureen Dood give you any crap about how your ears stick out. Remember, you are clean and articulate. That's all that counts.
Luv ya,
Babs
Have you ever noticed how big the pores are on Jack's nose?
Holy crap! What is Nancy going to write in her diary about this.
Al Franken announced that he is running for the Senate. My first comment? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Finally Al Franken makes a funny joke.
Al Franken announced Wednesday that he will run for the U.S. Senate in 2008, making it clear that the comedian and author of "Rush Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot" wants to be taken seriously as a political figure.
I guess we have to take him seriously since he hasn't been funny in years.
Franken, 55, said he would seek the Democratic nomination to challenge Republican incumbent Norm Coleman and immediately acknowledged the doubts voters may have about electing a former "Saturday Night Live" performer.
Heck. Since the people in Taxachusetts continue sending a drunken bloviating blowhard like the Swimmer to the Senate every six years, why can't the people of Minnesota send a failed comic (and I use that term loosely) and a failed talk show host to the Senate? He'd fit right in.
"Minnesotans have a right to be skeptical about whether I'm ready for this challenge, and to wonder how seriously I would take the responsibility that I'm asking you to give me," Franken said in a video on his Web site.
Yeah Al. We take you seriously. Maybe you can bring back Stuart Little. "I'm good enough. I'm smart enough. And, by golly, people like me." Of course, they didn't like you enough to save Airhead America.
"I want you to know: Nothing means more to me than making government work better for the working families of this state, and over the next 20 months, I look forward to proving to you that I take these issues seriously," he said.
Blah. Blah. Blah. This may be the funniest thing Franken has ever done.
Update: As many people pointed out, Al's character was Stuart Smalley not Stuart Little. What can I say? I fucked up. Just like Taxachusetts has by electing both of their senators and New York has by electing the Schmuck and Hillary.
Here is some late VD linky love for one of my fav'rite Blown-Eyes, Hannah Shoe. When she puts her mind to it, she can write. How's this?
Islamofascism-anti-freedom, anti-choice, anti-semite, anti-everything and no dedodorant.
You go girl! Can't wait until I see you in March, and if I call you Hannah, it's because you two sound so much alike.
I was thinking of titling this post Denny Goes House Hunting.
Last day skiing. I was really tired. Wednesday wore my crippled ass out. I was with Match again. We did a nice easy run to loosen up. In fact, all morning we did nice easy runs. We broke for lunch early. As I was skiing in, I couldn't make my final turn and ran into one of the poles holding up the ski lift. Actually, it was only my head that hit it. Since I was wearing a helmet it made a nice resounding clang.
I was skiing much better on the flats and the catwalks. We got behind a ski class on the Lunchline catwalk and I had to keep slowing down to keep from hitting them. They were weaving back and forth and blocking us. Damn beginners! Match finally got the ski instructor's attention and got them to give us room to get by.
I met Ryan and Sherry for lunch and they decided to ski with me again after lunch. On our first run Ryan took the picture that I put on the first post of this series. He also took this one. The skier on the right is my sister.
I was leading us down the hill and took us down a run I had never skied before. I was doing just great until I waited too long to make a turn, got into some soft snow which kept me from completing my turn and went right over the bank into a nice deep snowdrift. Rose saw all this happening and had to turn her head so she wouldn't see me go over the edge.
The excuse I gave was I saw this really neat house and wanted to get a closer look. If you look closely, you can see it's got a covered hot tub. Fortunately the snow was deep or I would have kissed the trees. The snow is between three and four feet deep. Match had to get on his knees to push me through the snow until we could find a place to push me back onto the slope.
After that, I only made one more run. I made it all the way down from the top of the Village Express chairlift without falling. It was the perfect end to the week.
We met up for some drinks afterwards.
From left to right: Me, Karen (a Challenge Aspen person), and Theresa (Shepherd recreational therapist - yet another babe.)
That night we had a going away dinner. Here is one of the pictures from that.
The girl is Abbie. The little guy is Cameron. He had a stroke in his spinal cord when he was two years old which left him a T-10 paraplegic. He is now six. He has the best attitude. All the female interns loved him to death cause he's so cute. One of them gave him a stuffed frog. He had a blast skiing. He also got to ride a snowmobile.
The trip back was another adventure. Our flight out of Aspen was late and we had another close connection in Salt Lake City. Ryan and Sherry got off the plane and raced down to the gate for the Atlanta flight and told them some crips were on their way. We all made it OK and got back to Atlanta where our luggage took forever to arrive at baggage claim.
This was my last ski trip of the year. No skiing until next January.
Happy V-Day to all my lovely female readers. Y'all are the greatest!
Happy V-Day to all the female Blown-Eyed Blodgers. Y'all are the greatest as well!
Got the following Valentine from Tina.
CharlieB sent me a bunch of political cartoons. Here's the first one.
I left out two significant events that happened on Tuesday.
I'm now skiing better and faster. As such I now have to take more responsibility for avoiding other skiers, especially those that do not ski as well as I do.
On Tuesday afternoon I was skiing down Naked Lady which has now become one of my favorite runs. It has lots of trees to dodge and is an easy blue run. It is a fun ski. Near the bottom, I had just turned to the left and I was heading straight for a young lad who was coming down the slope "making a pie" so I knew he was a beginner. I immediately made a quick right turn to avoid him and started skidding toward a big ol' hole surrounded by warning posts. I had no way to avoid it so I just laid down on the snow. As such, only part of me went into the hole. My sister watched the entire thing and said she saw it in slow motion. Fortunately Ryan was along and he and Match were able to get me out without too much effort.
Every night after skiing, Ryan and I would hit the hot tub after dinner. On Tuesday night we were soaking away when two young girls showed up. The really cute one was wearing a skimpy two piece and when she leaned over to get in the tub, her right boob almost came out of her top. She excused herself for almost flashing her boob. I piped up, "No excuse necessary. That's not a bug. It's a feature." For the record, she was a babe and I wish she would have just taken the top off.
Wednesday, Match had the day off and I skied with Crystal. It took me a long time to get to the level I'm at. I did not get the athlete gene and anything that requires athletic ability takes me a long time to learn. Every instructor seems to have his own thing that he wants you to concentrate on. I'm finally at the level where I have put most of the pieces together. Now, it's just a matter of fine tuning. That's what Crystal did on Wednesday.
I was falling on easy grades. That's because I was rushing my turns. Crystal told me to be patient. I was falling on catwalks and other straight stretches. She had me get my outriggers forward and straight. On the steep slopes she had me working on completing my turn before I started into the next turn. She also had me keep my outriggers in closer on turns. They'll go back out when I start making linked S turns, but I'm still a year away from doing that on the blue slopes.
Hannah, my ski buddy from monoski camp didn't have to ski with amyone on Wednesday afternoon, so she caught up with us and skied a few runs. Cell phones really come in handy when you're trying to hook up with someone on the mountain. Hannah was amazed at how much my skiing had improved since Monoski Camp. My sister was amazed as well. Hannah even pulled me up after one of my falls "for old time's sake".
Here's a picture of Hannah and Crystal.
Hannah is on the left looking out the window. Cute, isn't she? Crystal is on the right. The guy in the middle is Theresa's hubby, Andrew. Theresa is the rec therapist from Shepherd who gets to go on the ski trips to take care of us crips. I'll post a picture of her later. This is her last trip with us. I'll miss her. That's me in the foreground knocking down a brew.
At the end of Wednesday afternoon I was stiff and sore. Crystal really worked me, but it paid off. Wednesday was the best skiing I have ever done in my life. We went down Sneaky, which is a loooong blue run. My instructor last year had taken me on that run and I fell most of the way down. This year I was almost all the way down before I fell and it was on an easy part where I lost it. The last run of the day I made without falling once. That's not exactly true. I fell right when I was done and was trying to get off the snow.
I got back to my room and I was so tired I could hardly move. My abs were sore from all of the "bowing to the mountain" I had done. After dinner, it was the hot tub for Ryan and me. I really needed it.
Ron sent me this. Here is part of the note he wrote.
1950s era sock hops revisited, n'est ce-pas?
I'm not entirely sure these two got much over some of the kids from my old high school.
Enjoy the 19-forgotten skills which, IMHO, far outclass what passes for dancing today. Watch soul train and turn off the sound and you'll see what I mean: undisguised primal fertility writhing. Even the music, as basic and simple as it is, has an order and rhythm and purity to it that somehow was abandoned during the 70s and 80s in favor of raucous imitations of urban riots during a thermonuclear attack, simultaneously threatening both audience auditory and performer speech organs.
Thanks Ron. When I was in the 6th grade, my sister taught me how to jitterbug. I actually won a school dance contest with the moves she taught me. My partner was Barbara Kuntz.
I could do the dirty dog. I could do the bump. I could do a lot of the dances from the 60's to the 70's. I never did disco! Disco sucks!
This stuff is real dancing!
Got it from Woody. Just for the record, I have never seen any of the Rocky movies.
So I spent last week skiing in Snowmass. This week I get to write about it.
Every year Shepherd Center in Atlanta has an adaptive ski trip. John Patterson of Skimore Tours sets these trips up and does an awesome job! The last two years, we have gone to Snowmass and skied with Challenge Aspen. I can not say enough about what an awesome job Challenge Aspen does.
This time, my sister, Sherry, and her husband, Ryan flew out with us instead pf driving, like they did last month. We got to the airport with time to spare. We got through security with time to spare. We got on the airplane with time to spare. Unfortunately, we didn't take off with time to spare. There was a problem with one of the hydraulic systems. They got it fixed, but we took off late. We had a tight connection in Salt Lake City and were a little worried about making it.
When we arrived, we sent a runner down to the gate of our next flight to see if they would hold it for the crips. We all made it. Whoopee! Unfortunately, to fit the wheelchairs into the baggage compartment, they had to remove some skis. Among the skis removed were the skis of John, Ryan, And Sherry. Damn crips! Messing things up for others.
Anyway, we arrived at Aspen with most of our stuff. I checked into my room along with my roomie, Ronnie. I roomed with him last year. I unpacked. Then it was off to be fitted for my ski.
I was hoping to get the same rig I used when I was at Monoski Camp. No such luck. I still skied a Revolution, but it was not set up the same as the rig I used at camp. This was evident when I went skiing the next day.
I missed the Superbowl due to getting fitted for my rig and the welcome dinner that John set up. That's OK. I was rather ambivalent about the game anyway.
We all met bright and early the next morning to hit the slopes. The instructor I was supposed to have got bitten by a spider. I'm not sure which kind. I heard black widow and I heard brown recluse. His foot was swollen up and he was not able to ski. Instead, I had Match for the first two days. Match, along with his girlfriend Kirsten, who works in the Challenge Aspen office, are both from Australia. They have a blog, so you can go and see what they look like.
Normally, with the crips they have an instructor and two blockers. The blockers ski uphill of the crip and attempt to direct traffic away from the crip on the monoski. Normally the blockers consist of an intern and a volunteer. Last month, the volunteer who skied with me most of the time was Rose. She's a retiree who is spending January and February at Snowmass. Rose skied with me again this time. Here's a picture of Match and Rose skiing behind me on Max Park.
The intern who skied with us was Nick. I skied with him last year at Snowmass. My favorite intern, Hannah, who skied with me all five days of Monoski Camp was assigned to ski with Cameron. More on him later.
I was expecting to ski better my first day back on the slopes. I didn't. I couldn't do slips properly. I could slide slip on the right, but when I tried it on the left, I kept falling. I couldn't understand why, but I expected that it was due to the way my rig was set up.
I mentioned that to Laine, the camps coordinator, at the end of the day. She and the lead instructor checked my paper work from camp and moved the binding on my ski up 1/2 inch. It worked. The next day, Tueday, was awesome! I started smoking the blue runs. I was doing the best skiing of my life. All day long I was saying to myself, "One half inch!" Ironically, I was falling more on the easy slopes than on the hard ones.
Our first run Tuesday morning, we got off the Village Express and Match got me ready to start down and he said I was good to go, which I took to mean I was good to go so I went. He and Rose were in the process of getting a power bar and some water and they turned to see me going. After all, I was good to go. They both immediately started chasing me. They both ski faster than I do so they didn't have any trouble catching me.
I skied some runs that I never thought I could have skied. This was when I realized, I can do this.
The afternoon of the second day, Ryan and Sherry, made a couple of runs with me. I was now skiing fast enough down the blues that they didn't have to snowplow behind me. After five years, I was finally doing some decent skiing. Tuesday was great.
Wednesday was gonna be even better.
Another one from Richard.
There was a man who had a girlfriend named Lorraine. Then one day a new woman was hired at his office. Her name was Clearly, and he soon fell in love with her. He thought about breaking things off with Lorraine. But he just couldn't do it. Then Lorraine learned her employer was transferring her across country. The guy pretended to be sad when Lorraine moved. But deep down, he was happy.
For he can see Clearly now Lorraine is gone.
I'm linking to this in memory of Rob Smith who loved to see a nice set of painted toes. If he were still alive, he, Jimbo, and I would have learned it and played it at Blown-Eyed Blodgemeets.
Actually, multiple jokes, all sent to me by Tom.
Two blondes living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking and one blonde says to the other, "Which do you think is farther away.......... Florida or the moon?" The other blonde turns and says "Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida from here..?????"
CAR TROUBLE
A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died. After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly. She says, "What's the story?" He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor" She asks, "How often do I have to do that?"
SPEEDING TICKET
A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license. She replied in a
huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!"
RIVER WALK
There's this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. "Yoo-hoo!" she shouts, "How can I get to the other side?" The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back,"You ARE on the other side."
AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE
A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it. "Impossible!" says the doctor. "Show me." The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left breast and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed in even more. She pushed her knee and screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream. The doctor said, "You're not really a redhead, are you? "Well, no" she said, "I'm actually a blonde." "I thought so," the doctor said. "Your finger is broken."
KNITTING
A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting! Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on this bullhorn and yelled, "PULL OVER!" "NO!" the blonde yelled back, "IT'S A SCARF!"
IN A VACUUM
A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science & Nature. Her question was,"If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?" She thought for a time and then asked, "Is it on or off?"
FINALLY, THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES!
A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?" "HELLLOOOOOOO......," answered the blond. "They're watch dogs!
Yeah, I know. This is why y'all really wanted me to come back from Colorado.
Would you believe that my site is blocked on the computers at the Silvertree Hotel at Snowmass? Sumpin' about pornographic content. Saturday Boobage isn't pornographic is it? I didn't post anything while I was gone because I skied my crippled ass off all day. After dinner and a visit to Mr. Hot Tub, all I wanted to do was mellow out, read and go to bed. No grouchy old cripple for me on this trip, only the best skiing of my life. More on my trip (and at least one picture) next week.
Poor me! I have to get up early tomorrow to make an 8:15 flight. I'm heading back to Snowmass for four days of skiing. This time it's with the Shepherd Center's crip ski trip that they have every year.
Y'all behave yourselves while I'm gone. I will have limited internet access and I may post sumpin' while I'm there.
Hey Prosper. Whats this I read about some dude in France saying there are too many blacks on your national soccer team?
I also read that one in three French are racist. How can that be? The enlightened French. Racist? I'm shocked!
In case y'all haven't seen this yet.
Sent to me by many readers.
This is how blonde jokes got started. From the Newlywed Game, back in the 60's.
Thanks to poulson for sending it to me.
This week's Asshole is William Arkin, the "national security" blogger for the Washington Post. Here's what he thinks of the troops.
So, we pay the soldiers a decent wage, take care of their families, provide them with housing and medical care and vast social support systems and ship obscene amenities into the war zone for them, we support them in every possible way, and their attitude is that we should in addition roll over and play dead, defer to the military and the generals and let them fight their war, and give up our rights and responsibilities to speak up because they are above society?
First off, we do not pay them a decent wage, at least not until they're above E5. By obscene amenities I guess he means food and other luxuries like that. Maybe he oughta spend some time out in the field with some soldiers so he can observe those "obscene amenities" for himself.
But he wasn't satisfied with his verbal vomit. He decided to apologize for calling our soldiers mercenaries.
I was dead wrong in using the word mercenary to describe the American soldier today.These men and women are not fighting for money with little regard for the nation. The situation might be much worse than that: Evidently, far too many in uniform believe that they are the one true nation. They hide behind the constitution and the flag and then spew an anti-Democrat, anti-liberal, anti-journalism, anti-dissent, and anti-citizen message that reflects a certain contempt for the American people.
As opposed to this butthead who spews an anti-American, anti-patriotism, and anti-soldier that reflects a certain comtempt for people who actually care about this country.
This booger eatin' moh-ron makes me want to puke. Here's your award, Bill.
From the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation.
Muslims slam TV portrayals as unfair
You can't be a devoted watcher of Fox TV's "24" and not have questions —- about the suitcase nuke attack on Los Angeles, or the fatal neck bite Jack Bauer puts on a terrorist, among other outrageous plot twists.
Wasn't that cool? That's is what's known as the Dracula Maneuver.
Toqeer A. Chouhan, a 28-year-old Atlanta attorney and Muslim, is no exception.
Really? Did he like the Dracula Maneuver?
"Why is there not a Syrian bad guy or Lebanese bad guy being mentioned?" asks Chouhan, who was born and raised here and who describes himself as a "huge" fan of "24."
That's funny. They haven't said what country the Moo-slime bad guy is from and there are plenty of Moo-slimes in both Syria and Lebanon. Isn't Hezbollah acting up in Lebanon? What are they? Christians?
"Instead, they are just using the broad category of 'Islamic terrorists' to talk about the events taking place. If many of these shows were actually sensitive in trying to be fair in their depiction of Muslims, there would be more of an effort made to try and disconnect the terrorist actions from the actual religion of Islam."
The fact that all the Islamic terrorism today is done in the name of the "actual religion of Islam (subjugating women since the 7th Century)", seems to be lost on this dipstick.
"There really are no other images of Muslims in the media now," says Rabiah Ahmed, spokeswoman for the Council on American-Islamic Relations, which worked with Fox two years ago on a public service announcement that aired during "24." But Ahmed says her group was somewhat surprised by the intensity of this story line, featuring a string of attacks on U.S. cities by Islamic militants.
Oh boo fucking hoo! I'm getting pretty fucking sick of CAIR defending the indefensible. Look at all of the conflicts going on in the world today and almost all of them involve Islam (beheading infidels since the 7th Century). Check out the counter on my left side bar. As I write this it says that 7364 deadly terrorists attacks have been carried out by Islamic terrorists since 9/11. I'm sorry that I have no sympathy for Moo-slime sensitivities. Maybe if you fuckheads would be on our side. Maybe if you would reform your religion. Tolerance is a two way street. Your religion is the most intolerant religion on the planet.
I'm sick of your whining. STFU and GFY! Or better yet, go back to shitholestan and quit trying to impose your 7th Centry beliefs on us.
Start seething Moo-Slimes.
Thanks to CharlieDelta.
