Friday, February 27, 2009
One more shovelful of shit
Well, well, well:
I actually had a really sweet post all set to go today. It featured unicorns--gay, pink unicorns--prancing about the blog and being oh, so droll. It was going to include a recipe for vodka enhanced buttermilk waffles with a belgian beer sauce. But, did that happen? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That did not happen. And, why, you ask, the hell not? Well, it's because the other Gucci loafer dropped on the Commerce Sec'y imboglio.
It now appears that ASSHOLE Judd Gregg had a reason, besides his unwillingness to sully hid idiotological purity, for turning down the job that Mr. Obama offered him. Seems he was investing money in the Portsmouth industrial park which was a former U.S. Airforce Base (Pease AFB) and a superfund site when it was closed some years back. This was being done while he was helping to steer millions of dollars to the former AB. He has made somewhere between a quarter and three quarters of a million bucks from his investments (through his brother's firm). Of course he says his conscience is clear. I doubt that he has a conscience. In any case, fuck him and all of his lying sacks of shit reptilican cronies.
The unicorn post is in limbo, now. I'm sharpening the knives.
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As Don Cherry once said when he was coaching the Bruins and felt slighted by the program being sold in Chicago when Boston was playing the Blackhawks in a playoff series (no stories in there about the Bostons, apparently),"F-U-C-K, fuck them all. But six."
A reporter asked, "Why six?"
"To act as my pallbears," Cherry explained.
Fortunately, for me, I am being cremated and therefor will only need one person who can be small (blonde, hot and female) to distribute my ashes!
How do you know you're being cremated? You got a lot of confidence in something you got no control over, unless you plan on doing it yerself, and that's illegal. Down here in Georgia(great Red State only god could appreciate, eat your heart out) we just arrested a bunch of people for helping other people die.
They were stricken with cancer and all kinds of bad shit, but the doctors are testifying that they had a lot of good years left in em. Years they could have been making money off'n them, you gotta love a great medical system and you got to sympathize when you see them being wronged (financially I mean).
Anyway you got me off the subject, Gay pink unicorns and vodka enhanced waffles, that could make me want to start an otherwise foreboding day. You almost made me forget, of course he doesn't have a conscience he gave it in good faith to his brother to make millions with. I wouldn't guess he would even need one now, except for talking points.
I think you made me forget what I had on my mind with all that stuff, I'll come back when I think of it. Oh, and if you need someone really trustworthy, I could be bought,
Please, Demo, please … tell me the sharp knives aren’t for the pretty pink gay unicorns. It would be more than I could bear.
Dave von Ebers and Anne:
The head Unicorn, Mr. Horny, asked me if he could borrow my pencil sharpener. Liberal and pink he may be, but he's gettin' on his game face!
Brother Knowdoubt:
I have never had a tatoo, but I'm thinking about getting one, right over my sternum, that will say, "Do Not Open. Burn after reading." And I intend, if I do such a thing, to have it photographed and placed in my last will and testicle.
I'm shocked--SHOCKED!--to learn that investments were going on under the table. Who would have ever thought it of a politician? And a Republican politician at that? But of course the FauxNews will re-spin it so that Gregg is just another Obama mistake and a closet Democrat.
Sharon:
Fox may spin it, but in NH that won't work. Judd Gregg is a p.o.s. and no amount of buffing can polish that turd.
democommie
brother commie: I hope you don't forget to include a short note requesting that you be allowed to suffer, prodigiously. More suffering endured = more rewards, loud voices tell me,
Ah, The all seeing eye of Knowdoubt! Good Work, Kd!
Honey, those unicorns aren't gay. Nice try, but there's NO way they'd have "vodka enhanced buttermilk waffles with a belgian beer sauce."
Every sprightly rainbow-colored unicorn KNOWS you don't mix grains and potatoes! Now a nice drambuie sauce, sure. But beer? No. And the beer would go in the pancakes anyway.
I, however, am completely SHOCKED that Gregg had something slimy and squirmy in his closet. Nary a pink unicorn in sight THERE, is there?
No. Wait. Hold on.
I'm not shocked after all. Oh well. And I wouldn't be surprised to see something pink with fairy dust all over it in Gregg's closet either.
But that's just me.
Fran:
I wasn't being clear, I'm sorry. The gay, pink unicorns were not having the vodkaffles, those were for me. Judd Gregg always looks like a typical reptiliwimp.
democommie
Gay or straight, for the love of God, man, please spare the unicorns.
And send some of them vodka waffles over by me.
need one person who can be small (blonde, hot and female) to distribute my ashes!
Demo, you need that person of the female persuasion to haul your ashes. If you don't understand, ask vonEb. He's listened to a lot of blues songs...
Bukko in Australia:
No. The ash hauling will happen until then.
Send me an e-mail. I think you might have known my sister at the Tampa Tribune.
democommie
When did she work there and what did she do? I was at the Trib's Arcadia bureau from Aug. 1987 until Sept. 1990. It was a good job, but I was in one of their most far-flung bureaus. Ask your sis if she remembers the Ray boys (the elementary schoolers wit with AIDS whose home got torched) or the James Richardson child murder case. Those were my two biggest crusades.
E-mail available @ Richard.Buck@MH.org.au
It seems that Richard is having some issues over at his blog. It won't let me post, denying my password. Anybody else having that problem?
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