Thursday, June 18, 2009
GOPants around their ankles
Good morning, my friends:
It appears that, once again, we are being treated to an installment of the "I have sinned, been caught after lying about it, asked GOD's forgiveness, got it and moved on with my life" dog and pony and JESUS show of the Party of Hypocrisy.
Now, now, I know what you're saying. "But, democommie, he's not doing anything that wasn't done by the likes of Bill Clinton, John Edwards or Eliot Spitzer." That is true, except that he is.
I know that Clinton, Edwards and Spitzer have all done reprehensible things during their respective tenures in "public service"--that phrase has so many unintended meanings. However, none of those three were outspoken in defense of DOMA or other anti-gay rights initiatives. And none of them used their religiosity as a badge of honor. Oh, they may have crawled behind the Jimmy Swaggart cringingbullypulpit when they were on the meaculpa trail, but they didn't make a living out of publicly parading their virtue--while being cuckolding, lying, adulterous assholes.
I feel like I need to keep saying this, because some people still don't get it. I'm an atheist, I'm okay with christians--and anybody else--believing anything they want to believe. I'm also okay with them being smug about me going to hell when I die--again, whatever floats their boats. What I'm not okay with is them getting in my face or trying to have their beliefs made into law at any level.
Folks like that are not christian, they are KKKristian. And I mean that in the most insulting way possible. They are hate-filled, sanctimonious shitbags whose delusional thinking leads them to the notion that they can change me and who knows how many others in the U.S. to come around to holding their view of the world, by threatening, condemning and sometimes killing those with whom they disagree. Their precious time would be far better spent in correcting their own erroneous ways than in their attempting to change me or other people who, frankly, don't give a damn how they think or feel--until it impinges on OUR freedom.
When Eliot Spitzer got caught with his hand in the nookie jar, I said, as soon as I saw the newsflash--"he needs to retire". I will admit to not following the Edwards saga as I have some other stuff going on, like trying to finish my house, but if he's unqualified for office--as the reptilicans say he is--because of his "sins" then I say he should resign on the same day as John Ensign. I must say again, though, that Edwards, IIRC, did not make the sanctity of marital fidelity a cornerstone of his political campaigns.
With both McCain and Ensign proving that they are liars and scumbags it could be an interesting campaign in AZ, next go-round.
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On the upside, there’s no fun quite like toe-tapping fun, is there?
And speaking of Promise Keepers, wasn’t ex-Colorado football coach Bill McCarthy one of those nut-jobs? He of the front-line-composed-almost-entirely-of-felons and the knocked up daughter?
To be fair, I’m not sure any of his players was ever actually convicted of a felony.
Demo, if I may..., some of my best friends were Christians, I use the past tense because I can't really be friends with people who feel justified in doing anything including killing you to save you or because you don't share their crazy shit. I could be more tolerant of them if they had no more status than anyone else, but they enjoy a very special and privileged place in our society.
I find it very difficult to tolerate people who are a threat to the planet not to mention anyone who doesn't share their belief. I really don't see a difference between them and the Taliban or Al qaida (sp) not even the miles that separate them because they are like viruses that are spread everywhere and aren't contained by national borders, building walls won't keep them out anymore than it would keep out a virus.
So yeah, I feel tempted to pay them some respect, out of fear mostly, but on consideration I think they are very dangerous and should be handled just like you would a poisonous snake ( I don't kill (even poisonous) snakes, unless they are like invading my house are on the porch. I should just remove them to their habitat, but I'm scared of the poisonous ones.
Knowdoubt:
I don't show them respect, I show them what they think is respect-big difference.
You should go over to this blog:
http://scienceblogs.com/dispatches/
to see what people with a whole lot more book larnin than I have use for arguments against this sort of idiocy.
Ah, Gary Barnett. There’s a whole ’nother story there. Like how Northwestern fired Dennis Green, the first NU coach in a decade or so to actually win Big 10 football games with actual Northwestern students on the field, and replaced him with Barnett … whereupon, quite miraculously, NU began to win not just the occasional Big 10 game, but actually made it to the Rose Bowl. Sure, no doubt Gary Barnett was some kinda genius, the way he turned all them aspiring doctors and lawyers and engineers and MBAs and such into the best team in the Big 10 … all without changing NU’s admission standards. Sure he did.
And I’m the Queen of fucking England.
Wait. What were we talking about?
Okay, so, Richard is making me go insanely off topic – I’m sure it’s his fault and not the ADD (or the Cosmic Game of Connect-the-Dots, as I like to think of it) – but, anyway, “ballog” and “ballhog” remind me, oddly enough, of a really funny Harvard Lampoon parody of The Lord of the Rings, called Bored of the Rings, in which the monster Balrog was called “Ballhog,” and the ominous
Doom, doom, doom …
that preceded Balrog’s appearance in the original was replaced by
Dribble, dribble, fake, shoot, swish …
in the parody.
Ah, the ’70’s, when they practically handed the doobies out on the street. And they called them “doobies.”
And now I have secured my place in history as the Biggest Dork on the Web. Thank you very much.
Fuckin' ay, Dave! I remember "doobies"! Also known as "a doob," as in, "Let's all go and smoke a doob." Of course, while you were doing that, you could listen to The Doobie Brothers, on vinyl, on your stereo. Also. I cannot say if all of this is memory or a flashback, but at the end of the day I'm pretty sure it don't matter. God Almighty, you could buy four fingers of the (good) stuff back in my day for, like, thirty bucks. Four fingers! I absolutely shit you not. Then it went to thirty-five and the shit hit the fan and I can assure you, it hasn't stopped hitting it since.
demo, thanks for the link, you're always full of such good shit (I mean, tips).
Psssst …. Richard: I think they’re ignoring us.
Dear Messers Richard and David von Ebers:
I was only just bein' p'lite! Didn't want to interrupt the conversation about that monster, Ballrag--that name sounds reptilican--and I also wanted to see if you could go as far OT as I tend to.
I swore never to by the marijuana again until the price came back down to $10 a lid. I'm still waiting.
Republicans aren't perfect, just forgiven, being the Party of God and all (isn't that what one of those Middle Eastern groups calls itself?).
Arizona, ah, Arizona. You did rise above yourself and give us Janet Napolitano, but in your heyday you elected Evan Meacham. But as for the kind of senators you elect, you are no match for Oklahoma these days.
Hey, Demo.
Just a wave.
<-- waves at democommie
No Blood For Hubris:
Backatcha.
SeattleDan:
I cannot, for the life of me, remember how much is in a lid, precisely. But ten dollars seems fair for it.
Richard & SeattleDan:
Here ya go.
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Where_did_the_phrase_lid_of_marijuana_originate
demo:
Thanks for the info, it was most useful. Man, you can find anything on line these days. (Or is it everthing?) During my brief visit to Wiki-answers I came across the following link, which I am confident will also help me a lot:
http://www.pachills.com/?cpao=116&cpca=Content+Specific+Drug&cpag=Marijuana+Rehab&kw=Content
Thanks, demo. The answer reminded me that back in the day, or so I hear, former First Lady, Laura Bush, was known as dimebag, Laura.
My word is comatork. Which I suppose is better than being a comadork.
Of course, every time I hear the word “lid,” I think of Cheech & Chong’s “Let’s Make A Dope Deal”:
Host: OK, Bob. How many joints are in a lid?
Bob: Two.
Host: TWO?!?!?!
Bob: I roll big joints.
[Ding, ding, ding]
Host: The judges say that’s okay!! Sometimes they roll big joints, too!!!
But I’m funny that way. With the 19790’s references, I mean.
"But I’m funny that way. With the 19790’s references, I mean."
And with this sentence, David von Ebers confirms what I have known for years. He is a Time Lord, one of the Professor Who adherents who has travelled back from 17,781 years in our future to examine (and prolly laugh at) us, his pregenitals, as we scurry about our short, brutish and unfulfilling lives! :)
Dave's not here, man.
But, I mean, the TARDIS is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside! WTF? Am I right?
I'm thinking Firesign Theatre quotes cannot be far behind.
"...What Bob doesn't know is that inside the suitcase are not one, not two, but three solid gold bars..."
or...
"I claim this stinking island in the name of Spain."
Oh, fine, Demo. Pick all the nits you like. Pretty soon you’ll be like one of those no-slack-cutters over at the General’s place who just have to point out every little your that should have been you’re and every little there that should have been their or they’re …
In case you haven’t noticed, the “9” and the “0” are very close to one another on the keyboard, and it’s especially hard to type correctly when you have a huge honkin’ sliff in your hand.
Or is it, splif?
Honk if you love...
Dave von Ebers:
Don't bogard that keyboard my friend.
Dude, your writing is always fine. All of us make mistakes in spelling and grammar. But we think correctly, even if our thinking is a little odd at times.
Dammit all, that was supposed to be “spliff,” of course. Not “sliff.” Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick.
Hi everybody!
Just wanted to join the fun.
Hugs to everyone,
affectionately,
Nomi
I'm pretty sure von Ebers is on teh weed as he has turned in his first typo, like, ever and has realized that a whole tiny universe could be living on the tip of his finger and vice versa 'cept he cannot, for the time being, recall just what it is, that vice versa thing(y).
This post is now officially out of date thanks to Mr. Sanford, Argentina, and "Nude Hiking Day."
I trust fresh outrage will ensue.
Just take a few deep breaths (or as I call them, "hits") before you set to work on behalf of the 101st Fighting Keyboarders.
Richard:
That thought has occurred to me, about Mr. Sanford I mean. Outrage is not really the question I have, it's more like, "How fucking stupid AND hypocritical can one political party be?". But, then again, it's the GOP and they have no limits in that department.
Remember the difference between genius and stupidity. Genius has its limits. Now substitute honesty and hypocrisy.
We have the champion in Blagojevich. The Republicans, however, have an overwhelming lead in both moral hypocrisy and public policy stupidity wins. The last championship seasons for Democrats came when we were still the party of apartheid. But then those Democrats became Republicans, at least here in my native Southland.
But, there is one Southern Republican one must admire: Walter Jones from North Carolina, my favorite "R.I.N.O."
No, Richard, if I’d been smoking a little Bob Hope I wouldn’t have misspelled “spliff.”
Ooops. Forgot the link for the “Bob Hope” reference. (See Definition No. 1.)
I've never heard of "Bob Hope" and this is a reference to a topic my knowledge of which I have great pride in.
What were we talking about?
Dave, I must reveal my twisted mind first read that you had "a huge honkin’ stiff" in your hand. I imagine that would make it hard to type, also.
Richard: What are you, link-o-phobic?! I posted the appropriate link in the next comment, just to show how, y’ know, worldly wise I is. Or am. Anyways, “Bob Hope” is fictitious Boston slang for, uh, Mary Jane. Doobies. Ganja. You know what I mean. It’s fictitious – the “Bob Hope” slang thing is – apparently, because it was made up by one David Foster Wallace in his off-the-hook magnum opus called Infinite Jest; which (a) is probably the best modern novel written in American (or Canadian) English; and (2) I’m only about half-way through with, so the foregoing assessment could, in theory, change; but it’s not likely to change, even though I’m only about half-way through. The book, I mean. Not the Bob Hope. That’s all gone.
Mutzali: Rimshot!
David:
No, no. I followed the link. It's just that heretofore I'd never heard of it (doobage) being called that (Bob Hope). But this is good because now I can be a hipster which is what I believe the kids are calling cool and righteous dudes these days. So, from one righteous dude to another...cheers!
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