So I was reading the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation this morning and I came across this tidbit.
New Orleans DA Jordan to resign amid troubles
New Orleans District Attorney Eddie Jordan said he will resign today amid troubles that include a $3.7 million discrimination judgment against his office and an increasing murder rate in the city. In the discrimination suit, white former employees said Jordan, who is black, fired them because of their race. Jordan has lost appeals, opening the door to possible seizure of district attorney's office assets to meet the debt. Mayor Ray Nagin said again the city would not pay.
So I have just one question. <DonSurber>Is this dude a Dimocrat or is he a Dimocrat?</DonSurber>
For a really good riff on this, go here. Thanks to Woody for the link.
Sent to me by many people.
Happy Halloween!
I have some commenters on this site *cough*Sally*cough*Teresa*cough* who say that since a poll says we should get out of Iraq, by golly we should. I wonder what they think of this poll?
A majority of likely voters – 52% – would support a U.S. military strike to prevent Iran from building a nuclear weapon, and 53% believe it is likely that the U.S. will be involved in a military strike against Iran before the next presidential election, a new Zogby America telephone poll shows.
Fire up those B2 bombers in Missouri and lets get to bombing.
I came across this (scroll down) in Sunday's Atlanta Urinal and constipation.
A rapidly warming climate is turning once-frosty southern Greenland truly green, with supermarkets stocking locally grown cauliflower, broccoli and cabbage for the first time. Kenneth Hoeg, the region's chief agriculture adviser, says he does not see why southern Greenland cannot eventually be full of vegetable farms and viable forests.
See! Who says global warming is bad? They're loving it in Greenland.
So what is the optimum temperature for the planet anyway? Back in the Tenth Century, Greenland did support crops. Then the Little Ice Age hit and Greenland got too cold to support forage crops for livestock. Now it appears we are returning to the climate of the Tenth Century. Funny, the world survived just fine back then. Maybe global warming is a good thing.
Tonight the Sommelier Guild of Atlanta is holding our October function at Veni Vidi Vici. Here are the menu and wines.
Speaker's wine
Nino Franco Rustico Prosecco di Valdobbiadene
1st Course
Seared George's Bank scallops,
citrus braised endive, grained
mustard and white wine pan jus
Broglia Gavi di Gavi "La Meirana" 2006
San Quiricio Vernaccia di San Gimignano 2005
Feudi di San Gregorio Greco di Tufo 2005
2nd Course
Risotto with porcini mushrooms
and prosciutto
Nottola Vino Nobile Di Montepulciano 2001
Il Poggione Brunello di Montalcino 2001
Terriccio Tassinaia 2002
3rd Course
Rotisserie roasted duck, roasted
beets, Ustica lentils and spinach
Mastroberardino Taurasi Radici 2000
Producttori del Barbaresco Barbaresco 2003
Colla Barolo "Dardi Le Rose Bussia" 2001
Cheese Course
Olive oil and black pepper, marinated
24 month Asiago, dried cherries
Casa Girelli Villa Alta Amarone 2003
Sometimes it's a really rough life being a SRF©.
Yep! Once again reminds me of a few of my trolls.
Every year in October Eric and his lovely wife Fiona host an invitataion only birthday party at his house in Tennessee. It's also a birthday party for Jimbo (the elder half of the Elderly Brothers), who was there with his bodyguard Ken, and me. Since I drove up on Friday, I didn't have time to do an AOTW, but you may notice I did post Saturday Boobage, a blonde joke (which someone pointed out was a rerun. So sue me. It's not like I get paid to do this.), and Saturday Bach.
People attending:
The beautious Bou, her sister, the marvelous Morrigan, and Mo's friend, the sweet Sissy (who is no longer blogging).
Ric and Georgia.
Jerry from Indiana.
Erica the Jooette from Brooklyn.
Teresa (The smart one. Not the one with BDS).
Johnny-Oh who fortunately didn't have to climb up on Eric's roof this year to retrieve a rocket.
Eric's brother, Josh.
Gary and Connie.
Charlie.
I think I got everyone in.
The weather was perfect. Eastern Tennessee, just like North Georgia is going through an epic drought. Perfect for a weekend party, but we sure could use some rain.
Friday night, Bou and Morrigan supplied the eats for dinner. The Elderly Brothers entertained. Mass quantities of adult beverages were consumed. Erica gave me some birthday presents. Pictures in a later post.
Saturday we all met for breakfast at the Telleco Cafe in Englewood. Then some of the ladies took a tour of the Mayfield dairy plant. They also had fun navigating through a corn maze. Read about it on other sites.
I was in my Z3 and I went off for a drive on the Cherohala Skyway. The drive followed the Telleco River and then headed up. It was a nice winding road. I went 18 miles on it and it climbed up to 3000 feet. I stopped at a scenic overlook and then headed back. I took the back roads back to Etowah. Had I had more time, I would have driven over to Tail of the Dragon.
I got back to Eric's around 4:00 in the afternoon. Eric cooked up some ribs as he does every year and like every year, they were delicious. For those worreied about the Jooette, Eric grilled a steak for her.
As with all the time spent with these great people I've met via blogging, the time just goes by too fast.
I avoided Benton Tennessee on my way home and didn't get a speeding ticket like I did last year.
And no one got chased by a wild man with a shovel.
MoK sent me aqnother batch of motivational posters.
Many of them have appeared in the comments on this site. We all know who they are.
I should have probably saved this one for St. Parick's Day. Got it from Richard.
There is a traditional sport in Ireland, "cliff shoving." It involves a small rodent, the rarie, being pushed off a cliff. The competitor who pushes the rarie over the edge with the least effort wins. Of course, these days people aren't so keen on blood sports. So, the rodents are nudged into a small shallow pit. Recently, an Australian competed. During a break, he mentioned that he'd had an 18-hour journey to get there. "But I knew it would be a long flight," he said. "After all,
it's a long way to tip a rarie."
From Jack in Canada.
A blonde heard that milk baths would make her beautiful.
She left a note for her milkman to leave 15 gallons of milk.
When the milkman read the note he felt there must be a mistake.
He thought she probably meant 1.5 gallons...so he knocked on the door to clarify the point.
The blonde came to the door and the milkman said, "I found your note to leave 15 gallons of milk. Did you mean 1.5 gallons?"
The blonde said, "I need to fill my bathtub up with milk and take a milk bath."
The milkman asked, "Do you want it Pasteurized?"
The blonde said, "No, just up to my tits. I can splash it in my eyes."
I know a girl who would love to have those handcuffs.
35 inconvenient truths in Algore's powerpoint presentation "documentary". Go here.
I wrote this post in 2004 on my birthday. I'm reposting it this year on my birthday.
October 25 is my birthday. It is also St. Crispin's Day which is a very important date in English history.
You've heard John Fonda Kerry drone on about his "band of brothers". Do you know where that phrase came from? No, it wasn't an HBO special. It came from Shakespeare's Henry V. It was the speech that King Henry gave before the battle of Agincourt, on St. Crispin's Day, October 25, 1415, where an outnumbered English army (It was 30,000 French against 10,000 Englishmen) kicked the crap out of the French. They were French after all. Some things never change. Anyway in the spirit of my Hamlet and Marc Antony updates here is the St. Crispin's Day speech.
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day!
Holy shit! We are outnumbered! If we only had some of those bloody bastards who are sitting on their asses back in England!
KING. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?
Why do you want that cuz?
No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss;
Nope, cousin dude. If we're destined to get our butts kicked there are enough of us.
and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
But if we're gonna win, think of what an upset it would be. They would talk about us for years. It would be like the Jets beating Baltimore in Super Bowl III.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
I don't want any more men. We're fighting the French after all.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Holy crap! I'm not doing this for money.
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
And I don't care if the dudes with me are doing it for money.
It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
I don't even care if my men wear my uniforms.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
But if it's a sin to want honor and glory than I am the biggest sinner on the planet.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
Nope! I don't want any more men.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Nope. If I had just one more man he would take honor away from me. I am the quarterback. Just like Namath I want to shine.
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
Tell the rest of the army,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart;
that if there is anyone who is a pussy, get the fuck out of here.
his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
Give him three purple hearts. It will be his ticket home.
We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
We would not die in the company of a phony bastard such as he that would use scratches to get purple hearts and cut short his tour of duty by 8 months. Get the fuck out of my sight! You are not worthy to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
When St. Crispin's Day comes around every one who returns home will look at this day proudly.
And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
The night before St. Crispin's day he'll roll up his sleeves and show the scars and tell him he got them on St. Crispin's Day at Agincourt.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day.
He may forget other stuff in old age, but not the Battle of Agincourt!
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
All of our names will be remembered.
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
While knocking down some brewskis,
This story shall the good man teach his son;
The old veteran will teach his son.
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world,
And on this day from now until the end of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
our small but happy force, this band of brothers
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
Anyone who fights with me will be my brother. He won't return to England and stab us all in the back by falsely accusing us of war crimes. (OK. I added that last part to make this more relevant to today.)
This day shall gentle his condition;
This day will make him a better person.
Make him a member of the gentry, even if he is a commoner.
If he's lower class this will make him upper class. (And he won't even have to marry for it.)
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
And all those pussies back home in bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
will know that they were wusses because they didn't have the balls to be with us.
Now lets go kill us some Frogs!
Before the Battle of Agincourt,
25 October 1415
Shakespeare
And GOC.
Charles sent me this.
"Dear Lord: Thank you for bringing me to Timmy's house and not to Michael Vick's - AMEN!"
In related news, the Falcons are now 1 and 6 without him. At least they're in line to get the number one pick in next year's draft. They're trying to get $20 million back from him and he has put his mansion on the market for $4.5 million.
Falcons on the right. Vick on the left.
Jim sent me the following:
Due to my VRWC connections with Homeland Security, I arranged for a modified AH-60-Tp Blackhawk ("Tp" for Tinfoil Penetrating) surveillence helicopter to point it's hyper-infa-ultra-red-violet-sidescanning Cat Scanner into your house, which recorded the morning's feline festivities.
Chloe waking me up.
I know that DanS hasn't got his BDS out of his system, so here's another post right down his alley.
Iraqis credited for declining deaths
Baghdad —- October is on course to record the second consecutive decline in U.S. military and Iraqi civilian deaths and Americans commanders say they know why: the U.S. troop increase and an Iraqi groundswell against al-Qaida and Shiite militia extremists.
Holy crap! The surge is working? I'm not so surprised about the surge working. I am surpised that this article is from the AP and it was printed in today's Atlanta Urinal and Constipation. This is a pig flying moment (or monkeys flying out the ass. How come no one from Helen has posted the picture of the ewe with the flying monkey up it's ass?)
Maj. Gen. Rick Lynch points to what the military calls "Concerned Citizens" —- both Shiites and Sunnis who have joined the American fight. He says he's signed up 20,000 of them in the past four months.
Holy crap, again! Shiites and Sunnis working together? WTF?
"I've never been more optimistic than I am right now with the progress we've made in Iraq. The only people who are going to win this counterinsurgency project are the people of Iraq. ... And now they're coming forward in masses," Lynch said in a recent interview at a U.S. base deep in hostile territory south of Baghdad.
But..but..but..I thought this was a civil war. God knows, Teresa has written that many times.
As of Tuesday, the Pentagon reported 28 U.S. military deaths in October. That's an average of about 1.2 deaths a day. The toll on U.S troops hasn't been this low since March 2006, when 31 soldiers died —- an average of one death a day.
The surge must be working.
Part of the trend can be seen in a volatile and violent band of lush agricultural land on Baghdad's southern border. The commander there —- Lt. Col. Val Keaveny, 3rd Battalion, 509th Infantry (Airborne) —- said his unit has lost only one soldier in the past four months despite intensified operations against both Shiite and Sunni extremists.Keaveny attributes the decline to a decrease in attacks by militants who are being rounded up in big numbers on information provided by the citizen force.
But I thought the civilians hated us and wanted us to leave?
The efforts to recruit local partners began taking shape earlier this year in the western province of Anbar, which had become the virtual heartland for Sunni insurgents and al-Qaida bands. The early successes in Anbar —- coming alongside a boost of 30,000 U.S. forces into the Baghdad area —- led to similar alliances in other parts of Iraq."People are fed up with fear, intimidation and being brutalized. Once they hit that tipping point, they're fed up, they come to realize we truly do provide them better hope for the future. What we're seeing now is the beginning of a snowball," said Keaveny, whose forces are based south of Baghdad.
The Diomocrats must be really pissed off about this. They want us to lose in Iraq.
The current pace of civilian deaths would put October at less than 900. The figure last month was 1,023 and for August, 1,956, according to Associated Press figures.
A downward trend.
Ok moonbats (and you know who you are), start barking!
Many of you have asked how the new cat is doing and wanted me to post some pictures. She's doing fine and I have finally named her and, no I didn't name her Chloe after the 24 character. The name just seemed to fit her.
About an hour after I got back from the Blogtoberfest in Helen, she came out from under the bed and decided she wanted to be friendly. She's not even afraid of my wheelchair anymore. I imagine that will lead to me inadvertently running over her tail in the near future.
The next morning, she tried to wake me up to give her some food at 4:30 AM by rubbing against my face and purring. She has a very loud purr. After I pushed her away a few times, she gave up and came back at 6:00 AM to try again. This time I got up and fed her and Scooter.
She's a little fireball and loves to play with Scooter. Scooter is having a good time as well. He had to quit playing with Ashley when she got too old. Now he has a cat closer to his own age. They chase each other around the house. Hopefully, this will get some of the excess weight of of Scooter.
Chloe loves my garden tub in the master bath.
Look at me! Aren't I cute?
Her eyes aren't really blue. That's the camera. Scooter loves the garden tub as well and my cleaning lady has bitched remarked about the cat hair in it.
The mistress of the garden tub.
From Dr. Ray. I think this is the same dude who did the Ray Charles painting.
So is this DickheadDickhead's mama or is it Droolingcumspot's mama?
DanS has been pestering me to put up a post where he can display his BDS. So here we go. An open thread where DanS, Teresa, DickheadDickhead, Droolingcumspot, and Sally can really let go and put their BDS on display for all of us to see. This should be fun. It will be like listening to the Kos Kidz.
I'm in too mellow of a mood to rant about anything, so here's a video of John Stossel on AGW. Of course, I would title this segment GMAFB. I can just hear Sally now, "So he got 4 scientists. 99 percent of scientists believe in AGW. The debate is over."
Check out the chart from an Inconvenient Lie where he shows that CO2 levels rise when heat rises not the other way around like Pope Algore and his acolytes believe.
This one is from Richard and it is really bad.
A man paid a visit to his doctor because his leg was bothering him. He asked the doctor to listen to his knee. The doctor used his stethoscope to listen to the man’s knee. Very faintly he heard, “Can I have ten dollars?” The man then told the doctor to listen to his shin. Again, the doctor used his stethoscope and heard, “Come on, give me 15 dollars.” The doctor was growing increasingly alarmed. The man said, “It gets worse. Just listen to my ankle.” The doctor listened to the man’s ankle. He heard, “I need 20 bucks. Will you give me 20 bucks?” The doctor stood up and said, “I see what’s wrong.
Your leg is broke in three places.”
Instead of Bach this Saturday, I thought I'd post some Mozart on the guitar. I do believe this is variations on a theme from the opera The Magic Flute.
This one is from David.
Blonde Cooking
Dear Diary,
It's fun to cook for Tom. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe
said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan
me some extra bowls.
Tom wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without
dressing. So I didn't dress. What a surprise when Tom brought a
friend home for supper
A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming
the rice. It seemed kind of silly but I took a bath anyway. I can't
say it improved the rice any.
Today Tom asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said
prepare ingredients; lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before
serving. Tom asked me why I was rolling around in the garden.
I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put the ingredients in a
bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this
recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.
Tom did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me
to dress it for Sunday. I don't have any clothes that fit it, and
for some reason Tom keeps counting to ten.
Tom's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast but all I had
was hamburger. Suddenly I had a flash of genius. I put the
hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came
out hamburger, much to my disappointment.
GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY. This has been a very exciting week! I am
eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Tom. If
I can talk Tom into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise
him with a chocolate moose.
It was a tough choice this week. I was gonna make it Randi Rhodes and the rest of the idiots at Airhead America for trying to blame her drunken fall on some rightwing muggers. Now why would any rightwingers want to mug Randi Rhodes? Most of them haven't even heard of her and the rest don't realize that Airhead America is still on the air.
But, in the end, I had to go with Harry Reid. That asshole sends a letter to the head of Clear Channel trying to censor Rush Limbaugh and then when Rush makes him look like an idiot by auctioning it off on e-Bay, Reid takes credit for all the money that it raised. For the record, the letter sold for $2.1 million and Rush matched that amount and all the money will go to the Marine Corps Law Enforcement Foundation. Here's an excerpt from Reid's speech.
NOW, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT RUSH LIMBAUGH AND I DON'T AGREE ON EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND MAYBE THAT IS KIND OF AN UNDERSTATEMENT. BUT WITHOUT QUALIFICATION MARK MAY, THE OWNER OF THE NETWORK THAT HAS RUSH LIMBAUGH AND RUSH LIMBAUGH SHOULD KNOW THAT THIS LETTER THAT THEY'RE AUCTIONING IS GOING TO BE SOMETHING THAT RAISES MONEY FOR A WORTHWHILE CAUSE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE COULD DO MORE IMPORTANT THAN HELPING TO ENSURE THAT CHILDREN OF OUR FALLEN SOLDIERS AND POLICE OFFICERS WHO HAVE FALLEN IN THE LINE OF DUTY HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY FOR THEIR CHILDREN TO HAVE A GOOD EDUCATION. THINK OF THIS, MORE THAN $2 MILLION — THAT WILL REALLY HELP. THAT'S, AGAIN, AN UNDERSTATEMENT. THERE'S ONLY A LITTLE BIT OF TIME LEFT SO I WOULD ASK THOSE THAT ARE WANTING TO DO MORE, THAT THEY CAN GO TO HARRY REID LETTER AND IT WILL COME UP ON E-BAY. I ENCOURAGE ANYONE INTERESTED WITH THE MEANS TO CONSIDER CONTRIBUTING TO THIS WORTHWHILE CAUSE. I STRONGLY BELIEVE WHEN WE CAN PUT OUR DIFFERENCES ASIDE, EVEN HARRY REID AND RUSH LIMBAUGH, WE SHOULD DO THAT AND TRY TO ACCOMPLISH GOOD THINGS FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. THIS DOES THAT, MADAM PRESIDENT. MORE THAN $2 MILLION FOR A LETTER SIGNED BY THIS SENATOR AND MY FRIENDS.
Hey Harry! You wanna really make a positive statement? Why don't you chip in some of the money you've made from your shady real estate deals? Why don't you try to get the other 40 senators who signed this letter to chip in some money as well? You say you support the troops? Here's a chance to prove it. Limbaugh's giving $2.1 million. What are you giving, asshole? You are a total slimeball or as my friend Erica would say, you are a total "dooshbag". You make me want to puke!
Here's your award.
Dennis Miller on Harry Reid.
Pana put this link in the comments on my previous McCommie post. It's coverage of the recent moonbat convergence in Berkeley. Here's a picture of McCommie with her tinfoil hat. Hat added by Matt Ashby.
Remember all those promises by Pelosi about how productive this congress was gonna be? The current fiscal year started on October 1 and here it is October 18 and so far there have been no appropriations bills passed. They've had since January to pass the funding bills. WTF have they been doing all year?
Oh yeah. Investigations. Let's investigate the US attorneys non-scandal. Let's give Waxman and Conyers sumpin' to do. Let's give Chuck "the Schmuck" Schumer and Patrick "Leaky" Leahey some TV time.
We elect these dipsticks to do certain things and one of them is funding the gummint. They've had almost a year in office and the gummint is running on continuing resolutions.
Wait a minute! That's not a bug. That's a feature. Right now, gummint agencies are running at the same monetary levels as the last fiscal year. I can live with that.
I see a gummint shutdown in the future. Once again, that's not a bug, it's a feature. Let's see how the LSM will play this. Remember, it will always be Republicans who are blamed because they won't compromise with the Dimocrats. Of course, there is never talk about Dims compromising with Republicans.
Let's review. During the Reagan years, when the gummint shut down it was Reagan's fault because he wouldn't compromise with a Dimocrat congress.
During the Clinton years, it was Newt's fault because he wouldn't compromise with a Dimocrat president.
I'll bet the press will blame Bush for not compromising with a Dimocrat congress.
That's the template.
Meanwhile, Congress' approval rating is at 11%. It took Bush six years to get to a 24% approval rating. Pelosi, Reid, and company got to 11% in only nine months.
Great job!
Hal ordered a blow up doll from e-Bay and this is what he got. NSFW!
Came across this in Wednesday's Atlanta Urinal and Constipation. My favorite moonbat, Cynthia McCommie, is noving to California to be among more of her kind.
Former Georgia congresswoman Cynthia McKinney appears to have abandoned any notions of running again for state office in Georgia and has registered to vote in California, where she still may be considering a run for president on the Green Party ticket.
Just think, if she moves to San Francisco she will raise the collective IQ of both San Francisco and Atlanta.
In recent weeks, McKinney —- who last month posted a letter on her Web site declaring that she had no interest in the Green Party nomination —- has appeared at fund-raisers in California, where a group, Run! Cynthia! Run!, is trying to draft her as the party's candidate in California.
Now that's a campaign I could give money to. I would love to see McCommie on the Green party ticket.
McKinney's name already is on the ballot in California, along with six other Green Party candidates, including Ralph Nader. She and the six others were nominated by a Green Party convention in September in California.
Now there's a dream team: Ralph Nader and Cynthia McCommie.
The fact that McKinney's name remains on the ballot has given supporters hope, said John Morton, a California Green Party delegate.
Me too. I would have lots of fun blogging about that.
Two weekends ago, she attended a rally with anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, who is running for the San Francisco seat held by Democratic Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. Sheehan told the crowd that McKinney is running for president.
Maybe if McCommie got the top spot on the ticket she could talk Mama Moonbat into taking the VP slot. That's it. Two Cindys for the price of one. How neat would that be?
According to the Georgia secretary of state's office, she is still registered to vote in Georgia but has not voted since December 2006. Secretary of State director of media Matt Carrothers said state law does not require she notify the state that she is now a registered voter in California.
Knowing McCommie, she'll prolly try to vote in both states.
"But since she is registered to vote there, she cannot vote in Georgia," Carrothers said.
Since when did that ever stop a Dimocrat?
Vicki Leidner, chair of the Feminst Issues Group of the San Francisco Green Party, hosted a fund-raiser for McKinney two weekends ago, where, she said, "We raised a good chunk of money, especially for someone who hasn't declared she is running."
Must have been at least $50.
Leidner said McKinney has sought to keep a low profile in moving to the San Francisco area, where she has been accepted as a doctoral student at the University of California at Berkeley. "After you been through the things she's been through, you learn to be a little quiet about things," Leidner said.
Aha! Berkeley. Moonbat Central. I wonder what her doctorate will be in? Moonbat studies?
Brent McMillan, political director for the national Green Party, said the party is also seeking to get McKinney's name on the ballot in Illinois. "California and Illinois are the first- and second-largest Green Party states."McKinney is not yet registered as a presidential candidate in Illinois and, by law, cannot register before Oct. 29. To register she must first submit a petition with between 3,000 and 5,000 signatures to be eligible.
She can get those in Chicago with no sweat. Since dead people are allowed to vote there, I'm sure they can also sign petitions.
So I'm all for McCommie running. To recycle an old Hillary Rodent Clinton joke, there will be a Run Cynthia Run bumper sticker. Her supporters will put it on the rear bumper. Everyone else will put it on the front bumper.
Run Cynthia! Run! Be still my beating heart.
Tiger sent me two more.
Maybe I could modify this for my trolls.
Stupidity is not a handicap. Comment elsewhere.
Yeah. I'm late on this. Sorry. Drove to Helen on Friday and had to catch up on Monday. Started back into my workout regimen. 45 minutes in the weight room, 20 minutes in the pool.
First off, since Pope Algore of the Church of AGW won his prize, AGW is gonna get worse.
Thanks to Darrell for the 'toon.
I'm gonna turn over the Algore rant to sometime contributor Ron.
After cranking out several harsh criticisms, parodies, satires, and outright insults on Al Gore, I genuinely hoped I was done with him, that he’d do the honorable thing and leave the planet, or at least take up residence in an abandoned NIKE launch silo or something.
Now it appears a movement is forming to draft him as a viable candidate for PotUS amongst dumborats who believe that neither Hellary nor Bar-Ack! can actually win a national popularity contest against whatever Who? the other side comes up with. Right in the middle of very nice li’l lunch of sweet taters, cornbread, baked chicken breast, beans almondine and iced tea, I heard two commentators, one Brit and one Yank, hasten to agree that Gore has acquired some sort of “senior-statesman/guru status” similar to what I mentioned in an essay posted on that thread where we ganged up on Jimmah.
Ruined my whole day. The Brit said that many in Europe look upon Fat Al with the same respect and admiration they have for all ex-PotUSs, forged in the crucible of the most stressful office in the world and hardened by experiences in every facet of governmental life. Arrrgghhhh! What a waste of a perfectly fine meal. Tasted like stewed dirt after I heard all that crud.
I mean, gimme a break here. Al Gore has all the charisma of a love child of Dick Cheney and Barbra Streisand. He has the perception of Sean Penn, the political savvy of Bob Dole, the credibility of Fatso Moore, the experience of Monica Lewinsky, and the scientific acumen of Slapsie Maxie Rosenbloom. Without his staff and speechwriters, he couldn’t produce a fart after a whole week of beans ‘n’ franks.
The guy has the head of a forgotten pumpkin discovered after the spring snowmelt. As far back as I can remember, he’s had absolutely nothing of consequence to say, and he has always said it with the fire and conviction of a middle-school dropout, including bad delivery, ineffective gestures, unconnected reasoning, and unsupported assumptions. He is a professional loser, an imposter, an empty size 53-stout suit, a poster child for birth control, a crank, and an embarrassment to the good people of Tennessee.
How on earth could anyone actually consider him as a candidate for PotUS! Assuming that the Mayans were wrong and we won’t all perish in a magnificent cataclysm on 21 December 2012, HE’ll certainly never live that long. He looks like a guy who took it upon himself to single-handedly eliminate carbs from the American nutrition options. His favorite exercises are leaping to faulty conclusions, flying off the handle with little provocation, slapping himself on the back, running down American business, and shooting off his mouth.
Beyond the energy-wasting mansions, the private planes, the Secret Service protection, the free medical treatment for life, the outrageous salary, and the megabucks from his book deals, appearance fees, and endorsements, he’s just like the rest of us, except for the fact that he’s a fucking moron.
He’s trying to become a rock-star personality like Barack O’Bammah but he’s coming out more like the Michelin Man in a blue suit. He has all the charm of that dead black bear found on hi-way 98 yesterday morning, and he apparently has donated his brain to the North American Institute for the Irrecoverably Dense.
Awards? Oh, sure. So he must be very talented, right? Yeah, right! Al Gore transcends talent. In fact, he has dispensed with it completely. We’ve had a Carter, a Clinton, and a Mrs. Clinton in the Oval Office in one capacity or another – a see no evil, a hear no evil, and evil. If Gore becomes a candidate, we’ll be in serious jeopardy of having had a dumb and dumber in the place, Carter and Gore separated by a president, a crook, and two bushes. Not since the British burned the place has the White House had to endure such an assault as it’s withstood from Nixon, Carter, Bush, and Clinton.
But, I s’pose we need to give Big Al some credit. I mean, jeez, he’s been near death several times – a lying, cheating, womanizing, pot-smoking redneck from Arkinsaw beat him out for the nomination in 92 by some sort of voodoo magic, then he had an iron stake driven through his heart in 2000, and he was run through by a treasonous Massachusetts JFK wannabe in 04. But good grief, he just keeps poppin up like some kinda friggin zombie.
Dayum! Anybody got any potions or amulets or silver bullets or holy water or somethin we can kill this sonofabitch with for good??
Thanks Ron.
And on the heels of the Pope's prize, we have a respected meteorologist who says AGW is bullshit.
ONE of the world's foremost meteorologists has called the theory that helped Al Gore share the Nobel Peace Prize "ridiculous" and the product of "people who don't understand how the atmosphere works".
Or socialists who want to destroy Western economies. Why else are India and China (which will soon be the world's number one polluter) exempt?
"We're brainwashing our children," said Dr Gray, 78, a long-time professor at Colorado State University. "They're going to the Gore movie [An Inconvenient Truth] and being fed all this. It's ridiculous."
We've brainwashed a lot of adults as well, like frequent commenter Prosper.
"We'll look back on all of this in 10 or 15 years and realise how foolish it was," Dr Gray said.
Which gives me an incentive to live just so I can laugh my ass off. Remember, back in the 70's we were worried about global cooling. Then it was the prediction that we would run out of food by 2000. Now, it's global warming.
"The human impact on the atmosphere is simply too small to have a major effect on global temperatures," Dr Gray said.He said his beliefs had made him an outsider in popular science.
"It bothers me that my fellow scientists are not speaking out against something they know is wrong," he said. "But they also know that they'd never get any grants if they spoke out. I don't care about grants."
Bingo! Grants. There's no grant money for people who oppose the Church of AGW.
The fourth annual Southeast Writer's Conference in Helen Georgia (aka Blogtoberfest) ended without any cops being called. Sammy didn't bring any fireworks this year. He did bring his wife, Barbie, who is much better than fireworks. Isn't that a great photo of V-Man? And that photo was taken before the flying monkeys.
Flying monkeys? WTF?
Yep! Flying monkeys, but that comes later.
Friday morning was one of those beautiful October days that makes me glad I live in the South. The nights get down in the low 50's to high 40's and the days get up to the high 70's or low 80's. Beautiful blue cloudless skies. In other words, it was a great day to drive up to Helen in my Z3 with the top down. My new wheelchair folds up enough to fit in the front seat of my Z3 so as long as I am traveling light, I'm OK. It wouldn't have worked on my Wild Wild West Tour.
I'd gone about fifteen miles when I realized I hadn't packed my pills. Crap! Had to turn around and go back.
Back on the road again. Got to Helen around 3:30 and I saw that some of the Blown-Eyes had started partying in the parking lot. The first thing I heard was the New Joisey "Ooooooh!" (Imagine the Sopranos.) from Jimbo, the elder half of the Elderly Brothers, who was there with his bodyguard, Ken. GuyK and Zonker were there as well.
Checked into my room, returned to the parking lot, popped a Shiner, and began to party. And then, wonder of wonders, Catfish showed up. It's not a real good Blown-Eyed Blodgemeet in Helen without Catfish since he was one of the founding members of the Blown-Eyed Blodgers. He'd missed the last two years.
Of course Ric and Georgia were there. They're not blodgers, but they are honorary Blown-Eyes and show up at almost all the meets. Like Cat, they are founding members of us Blown-Eyed Blodgers.
Leslie was down from Chicago. She makes it to Helen every year.
Can't forget Key, another founding member.
Richard and Holder were there as well and they brought along a friend, Michelle.
And we got us a newbie, Joan who brought her guitar (and her husband, the Jolly Roger) and sat in with the Elderly Brothers both nights.
A few Shiners later, Elisson, Mrs. Elisson, and the Jooette from Brooklyn arrived.
Scott was able to take a break from his military obligations and drop by both days to visit with us. If anyone could join the Army at 38 and keep up with guys fifteen to twenty years younger than he is, he can and he does.
A few more Shiners later, some of us went over to The Troll for dinner. Yes, there is a restaurant in Helen named The Troll, which we bloggers always find amusing, since many of us have to deal with trolls on our blogs. I have to roll unerneath a bridge to get there.
After dinner, we congregated in Erica's room. We mixed up a batch of Chatham Artillery Punch and proceeded to make noise. Jimbo, Dax, Joan, and I started entertaining the Blown-Eyes. Of course we had to sing Pretty Fucked Up.
I bailed at midnight. Many of the rest of the Blown-Eyes were up to 3:30.
The next day dawned bright and clear. Time to gather at the river. That is when Joan brought out the flying monkeys. Sorry, don't have a picture of them. You shoot them in the air like a slingshot and when they land, they scream. Between them, the headless chicken, and the blowup sheep, everyone who saw us thought we were crazy.
Sammy got up early and drove down to Atlanta to pick up John Cox. Yep, that John Cox. Even though Cox and Forkum are no more, John has his own site and posted sone of the caricatures he drew of us. I'm at the top center. He drew me much better than I actually look.
Eric and his lovely wife, Fiona showed up. Eric decided not to stay at the Kristy this year because he thinks it's a dump. Who cares. It's on the river and they let us come back every year.
Since it's Octoberfest, the town is packed and they parked cars where we usually have our half rubber game. We found a place behind one of the cabins and migrated there so some of the men could relive their youth and play half rubber. Joan and Erica joined in as well.
After dinner, we moved the party to one of the cabins. Four strong men carried me up the steps, chair and all. Shortly thereafter this lady and the Senior Chief showed up.
The most thrilling event of the night was when four strong men, filled with Chatham Artillery Punch and other adult beverages, decided to carry me down the steps so I could go back to my room. They immediately dumped me backwards at the top of the stairs. About this time I wished I weren't an atheist so I could start praying. Somehow, they got me down the steps safely and I rolled back to my room accompanied by Georgia who pushed me up the ramp to my room.
Sunday was another beautiful morning and it was time to say goodbye to all the Blown-Eyes and head back to Beautiful Dunwoody. As Blodgemeets in Helen go, this one was kinda tame. That didn't mean it wasn't a good time. It was. It's always a good time hanging with the Blown-Eyes. These are a great bunch of folks and we got to initiate some newbies into our ranks.
I'm ready for another blodgemeet! Bring! It! On!
I once confronted a lady who had parked in a handicapped space and said to her, "Congratulations on your miraculous recovery."
She really went off on me and told me that the store manager had told her this wasn't a handicapped parking space. As I pointed out the sign that was right in front of her car and the painted spot underneath I nodded my head and said, "Now, I understand. You're mentally handicapped. I'm sorry I bothered you."
She was still yammering about how it wasn't a handicapped space as I walked away from her on my crutches.
Got this one from Richard.
The village leader was sick. He called for the doctor, who examined him. The doctor then produced a long, thin strip of leather. "Bite off and chew an inch every day," the doctor said. He returned a month later. Asked how he was doing, the leader told the doctor,
“The thong is ended, but the malady lingers on.”
Rob sent me this link.
I love what he had to say about working the pump. Jim stated it best when he told me that when an intruder hears the pump on a shotgun he'll either take a crap in your house or on his way out the door.
A blonde tried to sell her old car. She was having a lot of problems selling it, because the car had almost 230,000 miles on it.
One day, she told her problem to a brunette she worked with at a salon.
The brunette told her, "There is a possibility to make the car easier to sell, but it's not legal."
"That doesn't matter," replied the blonde, "if I only can sell the car."
"Okay," said the brunette. "Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop. Tell him I sent you and he will 'fix it'. Then it should not be a problem to sell your car anymore."
The following weekend, the blonde made the trip to the mechanic.
About one month after that, the brunette asked the blonde, "Did you sell your car?"
"No," replied the blonde, "Why should I? It only has 50,000 miles on it!"
Got it from DBolsman
Aha! Betcha didn't think there would be any Saturday Boobage didja?
I'm off to Helen and I don't believe there will be any kind of internet access up there and I'll be too busy partying with the Blown-Eyes anyway. That means that while I'm gone there will prolly be lots of troll droppings. Ignore them. Have a nice weekend!
The comments on my post, It's For The Children, totaled 126. I think that might be a record. I closed them. Droolingcumspot, besides writing like an idiot, also tried to promote his garage band. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I can imagine how good it sounds.
I'm still under the weather. Went to bed last night at 10:30 and slept until 8:30. Was up for an hour and went back to sleep for another three or four hours. Haven't had any chicken soup, but I know for sure what will fix me up: Chatham Artillery Punch. A Blown-Eyed Blodger Meetup. Yeah. That's the ticket.
I was gonna buy new strings for my guitar today but I didn't, so my guitar is gonna sound like crap. Sorry Sammy, when I play Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring, you'll miss the bass part. Blackbird will sound OK.
Last night, I met up with a bunch of bloggers in downtown Atlanta. Matt of Blackfive was in town, so a whole bunch of us bloggers met up with him. Eric drove down from Tennessee. Elisson and Zonker were there and Richard drove in from West Jesus, Georgia. And, to top it off, Bou's sister, Morrigan, showed up as well.
It took me an hour to get downtown. I hate Atlanta traffic. I'm so glad that I'm retired and don't have to deal with it on a daily basis.
Anyhoo, after having a drink, we were off to an Indian restaurant for dinner. We had to take a cab 'cause I was not able to walk that far. I'm a cripple, yannow.
When I got home, I couldn't get to sleep. I suffer from dysesthesia as a result of my spinal cord injury. Normally it's just a burning in my feet. About once or twice a year it gets real bad and I have shooting pain along my Achilles tendon on my left leg or the sensation that someone is driving a nail under my left toe. I had the nail issue last night. I got up in the middle of the night to take a couple of endocets (which I have for just this problem. I only take them for this problem, so a prescription lasts me about three or four years.) and that didn't help.
I had an appointement to have my Z3 worked on at the dealership and as soon as I got home I crashed. I was finally able to get some sleep. As such, I missed Droolingcumspot's reappearance in my comments. Holy crap! Over 101 comments on my post about the SCHIP program. Of course, some of the people had to get off topic and demonstrate their BDS by bringing up the Iraq War. Being in bed and sweating out my slight touch of the flu left me unable to moderate the comments like I like to. It also convinced me that I have to write another poverty post to explain to Sally that poverty can be solved, and most poverty is self-inflicted. Having grown up poor myself, I do have some knowledge of that subject.
Got these from Poulson and my buddy Jimbo from Joisey.
That's how commies liberals progressives rat bastard Dimocrats justify so many of their social programs.
"It's for the children. They didn't ask to be poor."
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. It's fucked up parents who are at fault. They made bad choices and had children they could not afford. And that brings us to the Dimocrats latest "It's For The Children" entitlement program. I'm talking about the SCHIP program.
Let's see, we've covered the geezers with Medicare and we've covered the poor with Medicaid. What's next? Why not cover all of the children? This, my friends, is creeping socialism. It's the proverbial camel's nose under the tent.
So what's wrong with covering the "working poor" who cannot afford private health insurance? I guess it all depends on what you mean by "working poor". The expansion of SCHIP the Dimocrats have proposed defines "working poor" as those making $83K or less. I don't know about you, but $83K sure doesn't sound like someone who is poor. $83K is a pretty darn good income.
New Jersey governer, John Corzine said $83K doesn't go far in New Jersey which has a high cost of living. Maybe if New Jersey politicians weren't so corrupt and New Jersey didn't have such high taxes to support such corruption, then New Jersey wouldn't have such a high cost of living. I've found over the years that liberal policies usually lead to a high cost of living. Here in Georgia, where even the Dimocrats were conservative or moderate, we have relatively low taxes and a reasonable cost of living. New jersey also has the highest property taxes in the country.
The current bullshit from the Dimocrats was the family they trotted out as victims to support expansion of the SCHIP. As has been documented elsewhere, the Frost family lives in a 3000 square foot home. They also appear to have a a real nice kitchen Heck, I'm a SRF© and my house is only 2500 square feet and my kitchen does not look as nice, but I'm working on it. They send two of their children to a private school with a tuition of $20K. They also own the building which houses his business.
So this family lives in a nice house, sends their kids to a private school and wants me to pay for their health insurance. Bullshit!
If they can't afford to insure their family maybe he should get into a better line of work. Maybe they should take the children's private school tuition and spend it on health insurance rather than expecting me to pay it. Maybe they shouldn't have had so many children if they cannot affor to insure them. Maybe the Dimocrats should have looked for a better example of a family needing SCHIP. Or maybe not. The only place you're gonna hear about this is from conservative bloggers. Remember, the LSM is the propaganda arm of the Dimocrat Party.
The Atlanta Urinal and Constipation had an article about a similar family about three months ago. The father quit his job and took on a part time job. The family also had a nice house. But now since his family was making twice the poverty level he qualified for SCHIP. And we were supposed to feel sorry for him? What surprised me the most was the AJC published letters to the editor about this and they were overwhelmingly opposed to this guy getting SCHIP benefits and called him a whiner. Wanna bet which party this dude votes for?
Expanding SCHIP to four times the poverty level, which the Dims want to do, is only creating another middle class entitlement program. It's another Dimocrat vote buying sheme. If they get away with it, who long do you think it will be before they expand it to all the children? With Hillary Rodent Clinton in the White House and a Dimocrat congress it will not be long.
It's just another step on the road to socialized medicine.
A newlywed couple was having difficulties accommodating each other’s habits. The wife was particularly annoyed by the way her husband flossed. He would say “ooh” or “aah” as he flossed. After a week of this, the wife could take no more. She yelled at him to stop. The bewildered husband asked why.
“I just don’t believe in sighing flossers,” she said.
Actually, it hates my wheelchair.
I had Michael and Cindy over Saturday night for their birthdays. I made a standing rib roast and an oven baked potato recipe I got from my sister. Making the roast let me play with a toy Cindy gave me last year. It is a high tech meat thermometer. The probe has a wire that goes to a transmitter. The temperature gets transmitted to a receiver that keeps track of the current temperature. I never have to open up the oven to check on the temperature of the meat. I love technology.
They were wondering if they were gonna see my as yet unnamed cat. So what does kitty girl do but come out as we're eating dinner. She then let all of us pet her and she rubbed against everything she could find. She even stood still long enough for me to take some pictures.
Will you please give me something to eat? Look how skinny I am.
Cindy gave her some canned food and she really tore into it. After inhaling hers, she pushed Scooter away and scarfed down what was left of his.
Then, after flirting some more she went back to my bedroom and went back under the bed.
Today she did some more exploring around the house. When she sees me in my wheelchair she heads for the bed. Gonna take a while.
I've never heard this one before. Got it from Ray.
The Blonde Mortician
A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit.
She gives the blonde mortician a blank check and says, "I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing."
The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.
She says to the mortician, "Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied.
You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?"
To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check. "There's no charge," she says.
"No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!" she says.
"Honestly, ma'am," the blonde says, "it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice."
"So I just switched the heads."
Yannow, the Elizabeth Edwards who likes to fight her husband Johnny's battles while he hides behind her skirts. How dare that mean Ann Coulter call Johnny a fag! Don Surber has a few words for Mrs. Edwards. I wish I would have written this.
Thank goodness that the only way she will ever sleep in the White House is if she gives the Clinton campaign a hefty enough contribution to warrant a night in the Lincoln bedroom.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Warms the cockles of my heart. Check out the dog in the upper right. Sheetheads dead. Dog lives.
From CharlieB.
Here's a question. Which of these incidents qualifies as sexual harassment?
1. Groping a woman in your office.
2. Soliciting oral sex from a subordinate in your office.
3. Talking dirty to a subordinate.
Golly, I hear you say, Aren't all of those sexual harassment? Not if you're a Dimocrat. If you're a Dimocrat, none of those constitute sexual harassment if the perp is a Dimocrat. After all, Gloria Steinem stated that after Bill Clinton groped Kathleen Willey, he stopped when she said no, thus giving us the One Free Grope Rule.
And the Dimocrats told us over and over that Monica playing Bill's flute was OK as well. I'd like to see a Republican try and get away with it.
I'm bringing this up because Anita Hill is in the news again.
Washington —- Anita Hill, whose sexual harassment allegations against Clarence Thomas nearly derailed his Supreme Court nomination 16 years ago, said Tuesday she stood by her account of his behavior, disputing the Georgia-born justice's assertion in a new book that the charges were politically motivated.
He said/she said. You know the feminists tell us the woman is always right, except when the he is a Dimocrat, then the woman is trailer trash. Ask Paula Jones. Or a tramp. Ask Genifer Flowers.
"I stand by my testimony" at a 1991 Senate Judiciary hearing on the nomination, Hill wrote in an Op Ed piece in The New York Times. "I will not stand by silently and allow him, in his anger, to reinvent me."
If only he would have acted Clintonian and groped me or asked for a blowjob. Then it would have been OK. All he did was talk dirty to me.
In his book, "My Grandfather's Son," Thomas said Hill, his former employee at the Education Department and the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, was a mediocre worker who was used by political opponents to make claims she had been sexually harassed.
And all they could come up with was he allegedly talked dirty to her.
Powerful interest groups were out to stop him at all costs and chose "the age-old blunt instrument of accusing a black man of sexual misconduct," he wrote.
Kinda ironic, that. The party of blacks, decided to lynch a black. That's the penalty of not being on the Dimocrat plantation.
"I was truthful. What I described happened actually did happen, and what I've learned is that it's happened to many women in the workplace," Hill said in an interview Tuesday on "Good Morning America."
Yep! It even happened in the White House and it was worse than anything Clarence Thomas allegedly did, but that was OK with the feminists because Bill Clinton was a Dimocrat and he was pro-abortion. Amazing how the feminists sold their souls for the Dimocrat Party and abortion and, in my eyes, lost all of their credibility. Well, truth be told, they never had much credibility with me in the first place. This pretty much justified my opinion of them.
She said she believes the workplace environment is better now for women, but added that Thomas' approach "is really so typical of people accused of wrongdoing. They trash their accusers."
No one is better at trashing their accusers than the Clintons. Next to them, Clarence Thomas is a piker. Too bad that Thomas couldn't sic the IRS on Hill like the Clintons did on Paula Jones and Juanita Broaddrick.
Here's another quiz. Which is worse?
1. Sending dirty e-mail to a congressional page
2. Buggering a congressional page.
Most of us, using common sense, would say that number 2 is worse. Dimocrats, on the other hand would say that number 1 is worse. After all, they demanded Mark Foley, a Republican, resign after he was guilty of sending dirty e-mails to pages. He did. Gerry Studds, a Dimocrat, guilty of number 2 was reelected to three more terms in the House or Representatives. Different standards.
Isn't it amazing how Dimocrats can get away with murder? Ask Ted Kennedy.
Got it from my sis' former neighbor.
Yeah. I know. Nuttin' yesterday. But here's what happened with the cat.
As you remember, she started off behind the couch. She gradually crept closer and closer to the end. I was sitting in my recliner and watching TV, when she finally came out. She watched me very carefully as she slowly explored the great room. She made it to the kitchen where she ate some food and drank some water. She then continued exploring. She made it behind the entertainment center.
About this time, Scooter showed up and started taking an interest. He shadowed her around the house.
She found the litter box and missed it. Scooter also pooped on the floor. I have newspaper instead of litter because she is still healing from being spayed. Today she pooped in it. Good girl.
She is currently under the bed. She was there yesterday when my cleaning lady showed up with the cat eating vacuum sweeper. She shot out from under the bed and made it to the bathroom. She then hid behind the TV in my bedroom. Then it was back under the bed.
I can tell when she's moving because I hear the little tag she is wearing on her collar. When she decides to come out from under the bed and join the household, I'll remove the collar.
Still no name for her yet.
This is frightening!
Got it from Cal.
The image was created by JannaR. Original image here. Thanks to my Photoshop dude, Matt Ashby, for informing me who the original artist was. I believe in giving credit where credit it due.
I got a new cat today. Cindy and I first went to the shelter where we got Scooter. I finally selected a nice litlle calico cat. I wanted a gray tabbie, but the calico was friendlier than any of the tabbies. I had already filled out the paper work that I had printed off last night. So I got to the desk and when she asked if I was gonna have the cat declawed and I answered yes, she said, "Automatic rejection."
Now I know that some of you are gonna get on my case about how evil declawing is and how it is like cutting off a human's fingers at the first knuckle, which is exactly what the asshat who rejected me said. Bullshit! Ashley was declawed and she sure wasn't crippled. Same with Scooter.
These cats are cats that have been rescued from shelters that were gonna put them to sleep because no one would adopt them. This cat lost a very good home because the buttheads at the shelter were against declawing.
So we went to the Atlanta Humane Society and I adopted a cute little gray tabbie with big boobs. She was either very preggers when she was spayed or she had her babies and was spayed afterwards. Scooter is in the closet so they haven't met yet. I expect a little hissing and meowing when that joyous event occurs.
I took this picture of her hiding behind the sofa.
I'm a scared little kitty, I am.
I'm catching up on stuff. Doing the laundry, rinsing off my dive gear, and playing with my cat. Scooter has been all over me since I returned. He's trying to give me the love of two cats. That will probably change tomorrow when I get him a little sister.
Anyhow, I didn't blog about politics or stuff like that last week because I didn't have the time. I was having too much fun. So I started reading Sunday's Atlanta Urinal and Constipation and came across this op-ed by Thomas Friedman. It's more global warming bullshit. When I came to the following paragraph I started laughing my ass off.
Mr. Bush will be convening his climate photo op — oops, I mean “conference” — in Washington tomorrow, which will include Chinese and Indian officials. But, as Rob Watson, the C.E.O. of EcoTech International, which works on environmental issues in China put it: “The Chinese are not going to take anything we say seriously if we don’t set an example ourselves.” (Emphasis mine...GOC)
Which brings me to Pope Algore. Let me rewrite that last sentence.
I am not gonna take anything Pope Algore and the other limousine liberals say seriously if they don't set an example themselves.
Pope Algore's mansion in Nashville uses twelve times the energy of the average house. John Edwards' new mansion is an energy hog. I'd like to see the energy bill for Babs' house. They expect us to be good little greenies, while they live in their huge energy hog mansions and fly around the world in their private jets.
From Ben and his brother.
What else?
Michael Vick tested positive for marijuana. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
From Tiger.
Then their was this puff piece in this morning's AJC.
25 YEARS OF THE CARTER CENTER: A statesman's dream keeps world awake
Jimmah Carter? A statesman? The worst president of the 20th Century? A statesman? The man whose inept foreign policy led to the rise of radaical Islam? A statesman? WTF? I want some of the drugs that this guy is on.
Jimmy Carter had a dream.
He probably dreamed that he was a statesman.
Actually, his wife thought it was a nightmare.
Actually that was the four years that he was president. It was a national nightmare.
In his upcoming book, "Beyond the White House," the former president describes how he woke one night in 1982 with the inspiration that would shape the rest of their lives.
Try to destroy US foreign policy and make the world a more dangerous place. I must admit, he's done a pretty good job of that.
Jimmy what? Some people were skeptical that a defeated one-term president could play a role in world affairs. One pundit, AJC columnist Frederick Allen, was amused at the prospect of statesmen thinking great thoughts as they strolled the grounds of what he called "Jimmyland."
A defeated incompetent president could play a role in world affairs. He could do everything in his power to undermine US foreign policy and fly around the world spouting anti-American bullshit.
I like this part.
Old foes. President Ronald Reagan spoke at the center's dedication on Oct. 1, 1986, praising his former opponent for his diligence, intellect and faith. When Carter took the podium, he said he understood more than ever before why he had lost the 1980 election.
I doubt it. If he did, he wouldn't be the addled old anti-Semitic, anti-American fool he is today.
Time to do some more catching up.
I met John Cox a few weeks ago and spent an enjoyable evening with him and some Blown-Eyes. C&F will be missed.
This one is from Richard.
A maiden was renowned throughout the kingdom for her beauty. One day, the queen learned of her. Being envious, she threw the maiden into the dungeon. And the queen made her wear an ugly, ugly dress. Every day, she saw knights riding past. She called for help, but they were repulsed by the dress. Eventually, she realized
no knight would rescue a damsel in this dress.
