Look, when I next move
I will not live more than
50 miles from a
SuperWalMart (currently banned in California),
but that don't make this any less true.
You're on your own now, luvvy.
Off Day in Bed Late
1 hour ago
Grab a cup of STFU, you foreskin-fascinated freaks! By your folly you are in danger of inciting wrath such as befell the residents Shalem, when Shechem the son of Hamor the Hivite offended Levi and Simeon by shamefully mistreating their sister, Jacob and Leah's daughter Dinah.What did Isaiah say? Oh yeah: All flesh is grass.
Somehow, that old story seems relevant. Look it up, heathen -- and beware!
Acoupla appropriate fibs, some tipping of the hat, a nod to the family; that's how to do it.
George W. Bush said in a statement:
"Laura and I are saddened by the death of Sen. Ted Kennedy. We extend our condolences and prayers to Sen. Kennedy’s wife, Vicki, and all of their family.
Ted Kennedy spent more than half his life in the United States Senate. He was a man of passion who advocated fiercely for his convictions. I was pleased to work with Sen. Kennedy on legislation to raise standards in public schools, reform immigration and ensure dignity and fair treatment for Americans suffering from mental illness.
In a life filled with trials, Ted Kennedy never gave in to self-pity or despair. He maintained his optimistic spirit, his sense of humor and his faith in his fellow citizens. He loved his family and his country — and he served them until the end. He will be deeply missed."
So On his radio show Dennis Miller is speaking of Chuck Norris, noting that Chuck Norris's genitalia is SO BIG that it has its own genitalia; and further, Chuck Norris's genitalia's genitalia is bigger than your genitalia...Just thinking you should know that.
According to a Turner research report,
the average person watched a whopping
32.2 hours of TV per week this summer.
In 2004, the average number of TV hours
viewed during the summer was 29.8.
The party, a liquor-soaked barbecue, was held at a rented cottage on Chappaquiddick Island, off Martha’s Vineyard. He left around midnight with Mary Jo Kopechne, 28, took a turn away from the ferry landing and drove the car off a narrow bridge on an isolated beach road. The car sank in eight feet of water, but he managed to escape. Miss Kopechne, a former campaign worker for Robert, drowned.Who can argue with fatigue?
Mr. Kennedy did not report the accident to the authorities for almost 10 hours, explaining later that he had been so banged about by the crash that he had suffered a concussion, and that he had become so exhausted while trying to rescue Miss Kopechne that he had gone immediately to bed. A week later, he pleaded guilty to a charge of leaving the scene of an accident and was given a two-month suspended sentence.
It has often been written that Mary Jo Kopechne "drowned." She didn't. The cause of death was asphyxiation -- there was an air pocket inside the overturned car, and Mary Jo lived long enough to breathe the last remaining oxygen in that air pocket. And while Mary Jo was breathing her last . . . what did Ted Kennedy do?Oh yeah, he took a nap. Thanks, TOMc.
The Obama administration sees the CIA as the enemy, not the terrorists. It chooses to employ the full force of the federal government against our own protectors, not those who seek to murder Americans. This has long been the pathology of the Left, [to say nothing of the silly, the simpering and the stupid -- Contento] a conviction that efforts to defend ourselves are evil and that our enemies are figments of our imagination. The difference is that now this conviction is held by the president and his attorney general.
It is therefore not simply the CIA that should feel betrayed, [it's more than a mere "feeling," it's actual betrayal -- Contento] but all Americans. We lack leaders who are serious and committed to defending us against implacable enemies. There is no greater failing for a president.
“Appointing a prosecutor to harass CIA interrogators exposes this administration’s priorities: The global war on terror takes a back seat to terrorizing some of America’s most selfless warriors.”
A real man, restrained as always, speaks out here.Thank you sir. Oh, by the way, he supports "Gay marriage." Obama does not. Kikikikiki.
This ain't what's meant by Tented.Thanks, MM.
Barack Obama has so ably repaired the once frayed ties with our Bush-abused allies that UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown couldn’t do us the minute favor of keeping the convicted mass murderer of American citizens from being sprung and delivered into a Libyan hero’s welcome.
Hillary Clinton has been so levelheaded (so nonideological) in her pursuit of improved relations with Libya that Muammar Qaddafi simply had to meet terrorist Abdel Basset al-Megrahi at the airport to hug and kiss him and proclaim his love for both the killer and the British Crown before the world.
This is what all that goodwill and all those apologies have reaped? The unprecedented coupling of our best friend with one of our worst enemies?
And considering that this was all probably orchestrated in the interest of opening up British-Libya oil ties, the old nugget “blood for oil” seems particularly apt.
Hey, the important thing is: no more cowboy diplomacy, right? No more go-it-alone, unilateral, with-us-or-against-us, good-and-evil hooey. That was for simpletons. We’re in the hands of geniuses now.
So there’s no need for us mere mortals to get wee-weed up. The amount of gray matter that’s gone into this exquisitely calibrated foreign policy is beyond the grasp of regular folks like you and me. President Obama and Hillary Clinton have Qaddafi exactly where they want him. And Gordon Brown—you thought Tony Blair was Bush’s poodle? The same goes for Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, of course, and Kim Jong-il, not to mention all Europe, Africa, Asia, and the Americas. Remember, we became universally adored last November 4. If you’re not feeling the love yet,
you’re just being ideologically rigid.
Smart power knows no ideology. Smart power, recall, is about approaching the proper problem at the proper moment with the proper tool. So look to the geniuses: the moment is now, the problem is our evaporating grasp on world affairs, and the selected tool? A little vacation time on the beach.
The African family and friends of the runner who struck gold in the women's 800 metres at the World Athletics Championships but now faces sex tests hit out yesterday at claims she could be a man.
And South African Caster Semenya was also backed by her government, who called her the country's 'golden girl' and a role model for young athletes.
Caster, whose rapid improvement over the last year raised eyebrows, won the women's title with a crushing performance in Berlin on Wednesday.
The governing body of world athletics, the IAAF, has asked South Africa to test their star 18-year-old's gender after her muscular physique and extraordinary performances sparked speculation over whether she is really female.
But her proud mother Dorcus Semenya declared: 'I know who and what my child is. Caster is all girl, and no one can change that.'
National Health Service. Heh.
I think this is what those heartless American insurers would call a pre-existing condition:
A paedophile with a 30-year history of abusing children is being prescribed Viagra on the NHS - and there is nothing the authorities can do to stop him.
Coroner: Wild dogs killed Ga. woman, then husband
Aug 18 03:53 PM US/Eastern
By KATE BRUMBACK
LEXINGTON, Ga. (AP) - An elderly woman killed by a pack of wild dogs had been out for a walk when she was attacked, and her husband died trying to fight off the mauling animals when he discovered the bloody scene near their rural Georgia home, authorities said Tuesday.
Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death Panels - Mark Steyn -Later I could full disclosure my ancient brief history with Mr. Steyn.What matters is the concept of a government "panel." Right now, if I want a hip replacement, it's between me and my doctor; the government does not have a seat at the table. The minute it does, my hip's needs are subordinate to national hip policy, which in turn is subordinate to macro budgetary considerations.
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Government "panels" making "rulings" over your body: Acceptance of that concept is what counts.
Totin' all'o'my stuff
American -- did I say that already?
Thanks, Other McCain
Headline of the Day Month Year Century
Black Man Pleads Guilty
to Posing as Obama-Hating
White Supremacist on Facebook
This is what annoys me about New Media. It took me years of hard work to develop a notorious reputation as an Obama-hating white supremacist. These kids -- Dyron L. Hart is a mere lad of 20 -- think they can jump online and become a hatemongering sensation overnight. And they don't realize that impersonating a bigot is a federal offense.
Where's the respect? Where's the tradition? I got no problem with college kids trying to bring some fake-Facebook diversity to the Obama-hating movement, but they need to acknowledge the fact that they stand on the shoulders of giants . . .
Okay so I'm back in Californy, on the 15 heading west-southerly, north of Barstow at a rest area, shirtless in the windy desert deserty wind -- sun so bright I cannot see what I type -- sun so bright and heat so hot that my genetically youthful face wrinkles uncharacteristicaly -- it's that 110 degree baking dry heat that I seek out and love.
Rest Area Aside: I know there's a subculture of men who have sex in public bathrooms, and a subsub culture of those who specialize in rest area bathrooms. The bathrooms at this rest area, like most rest area bathrooms, stink. The excretory odors of bodily waste. Stranger stank. How is that a draw for sex? I never get it.
Anyway, here at this multicultural southern California rest area in the August heat numerous Asians are smoking; boy and girl Asians all lit up and puffing in the 110 degree shaded area.
When I get to Barstow I will take a right over to Mohave and then a left down toward LA and the Valley, stopping in Rosamond for a grilled cheese in loving memory of Mrs. Contento. She loved getting her grilled cheeses there at the Foster Freeze. One for me, two for her. Just the buttery smell of the toasted cheesy goodness would temp her to wolfsnap at me as she waited to dine with me in the Escapay. Though rolling solo now, I still punctuate most of my trips with this gustatory ritual.
Speaking of fragrances, I've washed up, of course, on this trip, soaping and scrubbing appropriately -- I know how to keep it all clean while camping -- but no deodorant in weeks. My own fresh desert scent just now reaches my nostrils, teaching me what pheromones are all about. Fragrant like dat, no wonder I'm an object of attraction. Would I do me? Asked'n'answered.
Satelite oddities: GPS is showing the Bun Boy Motel merely 27.6 miles ahead. I knew of the Bun Boy Restaurant, but never noticed the motel feature. Wonder where they got that name? What's a Barstow bun boy? I'll have to look that up.
I'm back in the Escapay now. Let's see if I can post this sad homeward-bound message from the hot trip road.
I'm having breakfast -- the first since Gallup 9 days ago -- that was one unfortunate fast breaking experience -- please don't ask. So anyway I'm hungry. Mark, the young waitron, is distantly attentive; and I'm eating it all and I'm enjoying it all. My focus is food. Food that hasn't come out of my cooler, food that someone else cooked. Hey, didn't even pick up the free newspaper that comes with booth rental. Hell, I'm momentarily self sufficient.
And then this OLD couple -- like 60 years really OLD -- comes in and sits behind me and immediately they turn on cartoons on the tv in their dining booth.
Every booth with a screen connecting to narrowcast shite seems to be a selling point for this joint.
This time'o'day, admittedly, real cartoons are better than cartoonish Matt Lauer -- or his idiot's ilk, so counting my blessings is what up to I should be.
That, and not telling the coupled couple: TV beats looking at each other, donit? Why point out the obvious to the oblivous?
Still: If I wanted television I'd -- oh nevermind.
What makes me certain I have long-outlived my allotted span of understanding and lovingkindness? Well, I would shoot them both -- and the flatscreen -- were I armed. Then we'd all approach happiness.
Next up: That other jibberjabbering ahole with the cell phone going on over there.