The attorney general is out of control. Ain't got no sympathy wi'dat. Nor, do I have much time for this. Miss Vito calls.
Anyway, I watched Roger Clemens testify. I don't like the guy. All those guys are overpaid. So what?
But those guys in Congress are lying all the time. I don't like them, either, but they claim to be acting in my best interest. Guess what? There's this warm, wet stuff in my ears and it ain't rain, no matter what those assholes say. Mr. Holder, you prosecutin' the wrong guy. You a liar, too.
Amen. There it is.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Unstuck in Time, Feeling Lost?
It was hoped that our Brotherly Leader would be more available to share his perspective on all things personal and worldly, but he's so busy it's hard to get him on the phone. Even then, all he wants to do is practice his English and test the staff on their knowledge of the Quiran and Sharia law. Plus, it has been difficult finding Farsi interpreters with a sense of humor. He's weary of the sectarian strife in Iraq and the ongoing shenanigans of the Saudis, not to mention the Syrians. He offers his apologies but only's interested in translate Chris Rock's material into Farsi. That guy, what a sense of humor! He's promised to be more available when he's done with Bigger and Blacker. The Colonel has asked for help with the following quotations:
"Who's judging American Idol? Paula Abdul? Paula Abdul judging a singing contest is like Christopher Reeve judging a dance contest!
and
"Yeah, I love being famous. It's almost like being white, y'know?"
Anyway, the inimitable Miss Vito brings to the table her vast knowledge of small-block Chevy's and Szechuan Chinese food. Talk about prerequisites. And she offers the perspective of generations of Puerto Rican Americans living in the Big Apple. Her beauty and experience will offer whatever salve sensitive souls require. So, please, keep those cards and letters coming.
Wait! This just in! Hot off the presses of the Wall Street Journal, Mr. Fouad Ajami, professor at Hopkins writes:
"Big as Reagan's mandate was, in two elections, the man was never bigger than his country. There was never narcissism or a bloated sense of personal destiny in him. He gloried in the country, and drew sustenance from its heroic deeds and its capacity for recovery. No political class rode with him to power anxious to lay its hands on the nation's treasure, eager to supplant the forces of the market with its own economic preferences."
There it is.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
To Mosque, or Not to Mosque?
Silly raghead! Candy flavored breakfast cereal is for Americans!
Today's theme is educated folly. Michael Bloomberg's a smart guy, right? Even O'Bozo could lay claim to some kind of intelligence. Certainly has the pedigree. Did he check the box? The one guranteeing a free ride for bloodsucking minority scumbags?
In the grocery store yesterday, shopping for grillables. That's griyablahs, in case you think I use propane. Anyway, while looking at poultry it was impossible to ignore the comment coming from behind me. It was so inane, I did not turn to assess the speaker. Had to be a tourist. This is what she said, are you ready?
"We don't eat chicken. You know, the salmonella."
I'm just gonna' leave it at that. Oh, okay, it's the kind of mindless crap that falls from the mouths of politicians.
So, about that mosque at Ground Zero...
Remember Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb? It seems like a lot of Americans are Comfortably Dumb. I'm sure Mayor Bloomberg would like us to think his heart is in the right place. Forgive and forget, right? Let's extend the olive branch to those camel jockeys (Yes, Virginia, they can vote) to illustrate the fine qualities New Yorkers espouse.
Let's do a bell-shaped curve on the Muslim population. As the curve begins to rise, the degree of literacy begins to drop. Of the one billion Mulims in the world, ninety percent are unable to read or write. There are some Muslim scholars, and there are educated Muslims in America and other places, including Jerusalem. Fair enough.
But in the world, there are more illiterate sand niggers than there are Americans. Think about it.
America! The rest of the world is focused on survival! Only in the Land of the Free is there such abundance that we focus on Angelina and Brad. The have-nots have not the cultivated world view to work hard, educate their children and create a better community. They will gladly kill us, take what we have, trash it and call the process righteous Holy War!
Forgive and forget? I know some Jews, no offense, who do not forgive. They atone. I'm not saying these people represent Judaism. I know Christians who do not forgive. What I am saying is that Jews do not forget! Neither do Arabs, Iraqis, Afghanis, Persians, Koreans, Russians and Chinese. Whom have I left out?
I would argue forgiveness is about peace of mind. No need to trouble yourself over the uninsured illegal alien who just trashed the rear quarter of your new ride at Wal Mart. Shoot the son of a bitch, be done with it. God will forgive you if you repent. Relax.
Americans think the rest of world to be like themselves. Sorry, it ain't so. Palestinians (lots of Arabs, too) treat each other like shit and don't have a clue about being nice. Nice is what you be when you want your lies to be believed.
So, these nice, educated Muslim-Americans want to build a place where they can worship. Remember, the men and women worship separately, which is probably not a bad idea. But they call their place of worship a mosque which usually has what's called a minaret whence some fanatic begins a shrill prayer at sunrise for all to hear. These days they use the same amplifiers as Metallica. Fine. NIMBY.
How about a concert carillon and the Star-Spangled Banner? You listening, Roseanne? Those ragheads would probably let you grab your crotch and scream the call to prayer like a banshee any day you want. Not on your life. You must have a dick, not just be one.
So these are nice Muslims in the Big Apple. Shoot, you probably couldn't hear the muezzin for the taxicabs and jackhammers. Who cares?
But we are talking about a modern American holy of holies, where innocent people died because some third-world avenger thought a bomb in the garage was not enough. Remember the people who jumped to their deaths rather than eat fire. Remember, these dumbshit, illiterate, raghead motherfuckers don't give a damn about OUR children. That's all there is to it.
These same zombie terrorists will see a mosque at the World Trade Center as a monument to jihad, a symbol of their victory over the infidel. They don't have enough command of any language to have a sense of higher purpose, only what some rabble-rousing mullah pours into their ears. These people are the dregs of society, the bane of religious practice. It ain't fuckin' supernatural and they ain't fuckin' Sufis.
In my quiet moments, I would like nothing better than to shoot the lot of them. Build that mosque we might as well raise a Palestinian flag over the sacred site and have Drew Carey wave money and plane tickets on morning Al-Jazeera singing 'Come on down?' Brotherly Leader would be proud.
Get the picture? Start building that sacrilege in New York City and I best be hustlin' Timothy McVeigh out of stir to do what he does best. This ain't about picante sauce.
Enough with the mosque. Build it in Bedford where Brotherly Leader wanted to put up his tent. That would be a true monument to the ignorant, two-faced bigotry those lily-livered, lace-pants, white-ass New York, better-than-thou, godless motherfuckers practice behind closed doors, Mr. Mayor.
Remember Beirut. You can bet those Hamas shitbirds do! These guys in the photo remind me of Sauron's elite troops in Return of the King. I'm sure they sell the headbands and scarves from their website. Looks like the Paypal Salute!
Today's theme is educated folly. Michael Bloomberg's a smart guy, right? Even O'Bozo could lay claim to some kind of intelligence. Certainly has the pedigree. Did he check the box? The one guranteeing a free ride for bloodsucking minority scumbags?
In the grocery store yesterday, shopping for grillables. That's griyablahs, in case you think I use propane. Anyway, while looking at poultry it was impossible to ignore the comment coming from behind me. It was so inane, I did not turn to assess the speaker. Had to be a tourist. This is what she said, are you ready?
"We don't eat chicken. You know, the salmonella."
I'm just gonna' leave it at that. Oh, okay, it's the kind of mindless crap that falls from the mouths of politicians.
So, about that mosque at Ground Zero...
Remember Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb? It seems like a lot of Americans are Comfortably Dumb. I'm sure Mayor Bloomberg would like us to think his heart is in the right place. Forgive and forget, right? Let's extend the olive branch to those camel jockeys (Yes, Virginia, they can vote) to illustrate the fine qualities New Yorkers espouse.
Let's do a bell-shaped curve on the Muslim population. As the curve begins to rise, the degree of literacy begins to drop. Of the one billion Mulims in the world, ninety percent are unable to read or write. There are some Muslim scholars, and there are educated Muslims in America and other places, including Jerusalem. Fair enough.
But in the world, there are more illiterate sand niggers than there are Americans. Think about it.
America! The rest of the world is focused on survival! Only in the Land of the Free is there such abundance that we focus on Angelina and Brad. The have-nots have not the cultivated world view to work hard, educate their children and create a better community. They will gladly kill us, take what we have, trash it and call the process righteous Holy War!
Forgive and forget? I know some Jews, no offense, who do not forgive. They atone. I'm not saying these people represent Judaism. I know Christians who do not forgive. What I am saying is that Jews do not forget! Neither do Arabs, Iraqis, Afghanis, Persians, Koreans, Russians and Chinese. Whom have I left out?
I would argue forgiveness is about peace of mind. No need to trouble yourself over the uninsured illegal alien who just trashed the rear quarter of your new ride at Wal Mart. Shoot the son of a bitch, be done with it. God will forgive you if you repent. Relax.
Americans think the rest of world to be like themselves. Sorry, it ain't so. Palestinians (lots of Arabs, too) treat each other like shit and don't have a clue about being nice. Nice is what you be when you want your lies to be believed.
So, these nice, educated Muslim-Americans want to build a place where they can worship. Remember, the men and women worship separately, which is probably not a bad idea. But they call their place of worship a mosque which usually has what's called a minaret whence some fanatic begins a shrill prayer at sunrise for all to hear. These days they use the same amplifiers as Metallica. Fine. NIMBY.
How about a concert carillon and the Star-Spangled Banner? You listening, Roseanne? Those ragheads would probably let you grab your crotch and scream the call to prayer like a banshee any day you want. Not on your life. You must have a dick, not just be one.
So these are nice Muslims in the Big Apple. Shoot, you probably couldn't hear the muezzin for the taxicabs and jackhammers. Who cares?
But we are talking about a modern American holy of holies, where innocent people died because some third-world avenger thought a bomb in the garage was not enough. Remember the people who jumped to their deaths rather than eat fire. Remember, these dumbshit, illiterate, raghead motherfuckers don't give a damn about OUR children. That's all there is to it.
These same zombie terrorists will see a mosque at the World Trade Center as a monument to jihad, a symbol of their victory over the infidel. They don't have enough command of any language to have a sense of higher purpose, only what some rabble-rousing mullah pours into their ears. These people are the dregs of society, the bane of religious practice. It ain't fuckin' supernatural and they ain't fuckin' Sufis.
In my quiet moments, I would like nothing better than to shoot the lot of them. Build that mosque we might as well raise a Palestinian flag over the sacred site and have Drew Carey wave money and plane tickets on morning Al-Jazeera singing 'Come on down?' Brotherly Leader would be proud.
Get the picture? Start building that sacrilege in New York City and I best be hustlin' Timothy McVeigh out of stir to do what he does best. This ain't about picante sauce.
Enough with the mosque. Build it in Bedford where Brotherly Leader wanted to put up his tent. That would be a true monument to the ignorant, two-faced bigotry those lily-livered, lace-pants, white-ass New York, better-than-thou, godless motherfuckers practice behind closed doors, Mr. Mayor.
Remember Beirut. You can bet those Hamas shitbirds do! These guys in the photo remind me of Sauron's elite troops in Return of the King. I'm sure they sell the headbands and scarves from their website. Looks like the Paypal Salute!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Dog Days Heat Up
Gonna hafta research Dog Days. But it's been brutally hot here in Star Valley. The air conditioning is noisy and is killing whatever joy remains in my life. The only thing I have to look forward to is Muck Boots, the boot of choice among the hearty (hardy?). Check 'em out, new colors this year.
Something about the way the Aspen tree leaves glitter in the sunlight when there's a breeze. Never seen grass like this. First frost before the end of the month. 'Sposed to be ready for winter by Labor Day. Wanna be close to your ride; might have to dig to get there.
I feel truly alive. I have landline+DSL which is hog heaven compared to the RV lifestyle and make-believe wi-fi. Gotta come up with names for the gophers. Neighbor says he's been driving them my way. They get a reprieve until next year.
Dreamt the old bar, the 'O', had been gutted and become lifeless, though full of expectant drunks. Should've known the 911 would be missing and the 'K' bike would be in parts, the Sled nowhere to be found. No ride. Christopher said what did I expect, he was only 16, but Eddie's mom knew where everything was. That was after Patty called and left a message. Musta' been the cookies after dinner.
I guess I have graduated from being a bandwidth hog, the latest affront to corporate profits in the liberal press. ATT in the Tetons is so slow there's not much to hog. Talk about the world wide wait. No 3G. I guess O'Bozo's still alive, criticising his critics. Oh, bite me! Now the Mexicans want BP to pay them 'cause they got laid off. One would think that, after all that trouble, that well in the Gulf of Mexico would be bringing home the black gold. Go figure.
Some tourists in line for the Darwin awards got toasted hiking in a thunderstorm in the Tetons. They explained that the weatherman said the storm would not arrive until 14:30 while they planned to be off the mountain by noon. One guy was off the mountain about 10:42. Burnt lips. First place goes to Mutha' NÄtcha!
Something about the way the Aspen tree leaves glitter in the sunlight when there's a breeze. Never seen grass like this. First frost before the end of the month. 'Sposed to be ready for winter by Labor Day. Wanna be close to your ride; might have to dig to get there.
I feel truly alive. I have landline+DSL which is hog heaven compared to the RV lifestyle and make-believe wi-fi. Gotta come up with names for the gophers. Neighbor says he's been driving them my way. They get a reprieve until next year.
Dreamt the old bar, the 'O', had been gutted and become lifeless, though full of expectant drunks. Should've known the 911 would be missing and the 'K' bike would be in parts, the Sled nowhere to be found. No ride. Christopher said what did I expect, he was only 16, but Eddie's mom knew where everything was. That was after Patty called and left a message. Musta' been the cookies after dinner.
I guess I have graduated from being a bandwidth hog, the latest affront to corporate profits in the liberal press. ATT in the Tetons is so slow there's not much to hog. Talk about the world wide wait. No 3G. I guess O'Bozo's still alive, criticising his critics. Oh, bite me! Now the Mexicans want BP to pay them 'cause they got laid off. One would think that, after all that trouble, that well in the Gulf of Mexico would be bringing home the black gold. Go figure.
Some tourists in line for the Darwin awards got toasted hiking in a thunderstorm in the Tetons. They explained that the weatherman said the storm would not arrive until 14:30 while they planned to be off the mountain by noon. One guy was off the mountain about 10:42. Burnt lips. First place goes to Mutha' NÄtcha!
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