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|Friday, March 18th, 2011|
Taken from Helen Thomas' recent interview with Playboy:
“[The Jews are] using their power, and they have power in every direction…Power over the White House, power over Congress…Everybody is in the pocket of the Israeli lobbies, which are funded by wealthy supporters, including those from Hollywood. Same thing with the financial markets. There’s total control…It isn’t the two percent. It’s real power when you own the White House, when you own these other places in terms of your political persuasion. Of course they have power. [To the interviewer] You don’t deny that. You’re Jewish, aren’t you?”
Wow. Just... wow.
|Wednesday, February 9th, 2011|
I am just amazed by the stupidity that comes out of people's heads on a day to day basis. I am so frustrated I don't even talk about it anymore. The stupid revel in their ignorance.
|Wednesday, December 29th, 2010|
I know it's late... but it is still awesome:
|Saturday, December 18th, 2010|
|Thursday, December 9th, 2010|
|Tuesday, November 30th, 2010|
|I forgot to mention
My little blog turned 10 just after that post about Obama being a Keynesian. Sunrise, sunset...
|Monday, November 29th, 2010|
It's amazing how the NY Times, who decried the spreading of the Climatechange emails because they were obtained illegally, has no problem with the dissemination of the Wikileak cabals. Standards.
|Wednesday, November 24th, 2010|
|Tell the ladies I still got it...
She was drunk. I could smell it through the galss partiton. It was Rock of Ages, so i can't judge anyone who needed a couple of belts to get through that. She was about my age... i guess? I have such a hard time guessing "my age" anymore. You are clearly either older than me or younger than me, but when you look about my age, by brain jsut rejects it.
I remembered her from when she picked up her tickets. Shew as dressed like Leslie Mann in the 40 year old virgin. She asked me for a pen and paper. I gave her an empty envelope and the bic disposable at the desk. She scrawled something on the envelope,then slid it back through the slot and asked me if i could read it.
I have never tried to test whether inebriation affects hand writing. Now i never ahve to. It was an exercize in trying to regain her precision muscle control. The writing was in cursive and barely scratched out that she was a friend of a producer of the show and her phone number. She asked me if it was legible, so i read it back to her.
I tried to give it back to her and she looke dconfused. "It'ssss for you," she slurred. Did she want me to give this to someone inthe show? What was she trying to do? "You want me to give this to who?" I asked. Really. I asked that. I hadn't caught on what was happening yet, and I just had no idea how to process what was going on, much less react. None.
She asked for it back and wrote somethign on the back... kinda. The closest word to that scribble was "Constantine," which apparently there is a cast memeber named that... some American Idol guy. No clue, but it really didn't say constantine. It didn't really say anything. I asked her if she wanted me to get her number to Constantine. She looked confused at me, which was only fair cuz i was looking confused at her. I remember finding it odd that she hadn't written her name on it, but rahter a bunch of information about her.
She asked for it back and tore it up. She out it back in the window, sighed, and said "I had to try" before moping off. I was goignto tell her that if she anted to get a note to a cast member, she should try to give it to a cast member, when it hit me. She was giving me her number. I had no idea. Not a damn clue. NOT A CLUE.
I felt bad. I realize my confustion may have come off a sa a littel insulting to her. I really didn't mean it liek like. The truth is... I am not teh kind of guy who has aever ahd a lot of random women give me their phone numbers. I was as well prepared for that as i would be for emvergency brain surgery or fighting off aliens. Hell, I probably would ahve been a little better and brian surgery than that encounter.
So, to the inebriated lady out there who thought i was hot enough to try and give me your number... I am sorry. I didn't mean to handle it as awkwardly as i did. I was very flattered by it afterward. I am marreid, so nothing was to come of it... but still, I didn't mean to come off shitty about it, and I am fearful that I did. So I'm sorry.
Also, those beer goggles are lying to you. I am not nearly as hot as you remember me through your headache this morning. You dodged a bullet there.
|Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010|
|Thursday, October 28th, 2010|
|How about you put your discretionary funding back in place before you leave?
Where to begin...
I think it is below the President of the United States of America to appear on a talk show, let alone a comedy-styled talk show. Maybe he can host Jeopardy! next or voice one of Shrek's pals in the next movie.
Having said that, I haven't watched the interview yet so i cannot comment on it's actual content. Assuming my DVR worked, i should have it recorded.
I think it is appaling that the lady from Moveon.org was tackled and stepped on at that Rand Paul rally. How stupid do you take us for to tell us that you feard for Rand Paul's safety when the threat was a 115 lb woman armed with a sign in a sea of larger men? You should be ashamed of yourself and Rand Paul should be handling this directly.
However, I don't think he was tryi gto stomp on her so much as hold her down with his foot. As a person who has been stomped on, I can tell you it looked nothing as peaceful as that. It doesn't excuse what happened, I just don't believe his intention was to "stomp" her.
Rob Reiner compared the Tea Party to the Nazi party on Bill Maher last week. How the hell does that go unchecked? Why doesn't somesone stand up and ask him which race has been ushered into concentration camps by the Tea Party? The Anti Defemation leage was absolutely correct: All that does is minimalize and trivialize the actual holocaust.
I am really afraid that Dan Onorato will end up the Govenor. I never thought that being ignored by Rendell would be the preferable option.
It's a sick sad world we live in... and I have to work a Pink Floyd show tonight. I think I'd rather attend a PETA rally. Which reminds me, I found it funny that the Veronicas did an add against fur that showed a rabbit carcass, seeing as how PETA senior vice president Mary Beth Sweetland uses insulin obtained from rabbits.
What's good for the goose is good for my grandkids.
|Tuesday, October 19th, 2010|
|I Can check the "Mangled" box on the Census now...
Two weeks ago, i was digging change out of a ceramic pitcher. I was holding it by the pouring lip. moving it back to the shelf whemI felt the ptcher give way and break in my hand.
It didn't hurt, which is a badsign. I immediately felt the warm flow down into my palm. Great. I may need a stitch or two. I turned to go get a paper towell. That was when i felt teh pad of my thumb swing out witht the momentum of my body. Crap, that is really bad. I grab a large wad of paper towels and call 911. By the time thy are on the phone with me, the wad is soaked through and dripping.
They tell me an ambulance is on the way and to gather my info and secure my pets. I have switched to a clean dish towel and have as much pressure as i can take on it. I call into work and tell them i am not making it in as i have carved off my thumb. I call into E and try to keep her calm and downplay the injury while preparing her for the fact that the kitchen may look like a slaughterhouse when she gets home.
The ambulance is pretty quick,and the medics/first responders are pretty nice. I am pretty calm and collected as they arrive. Tehy have me sit on the gourney, chaise longue style. My calm demeanor apparently belied my panic, and my systolic was over 200. They wanted to know if i had high blood pressure, and I had to tell them no, but i was a little freaked out. Cool on the outside, freaking out on the indise. I am a fat James Bond.
We get to Mercy' sER... and I have to walk in because they are doing road work on the entrance. I get checked in and everyone rushes into look. They order some X-Rays to make sre there aren't any shards of vase still in the cut. So i sit...and sit. And sit. And tehn the mov eme out of the room and into the hall to make room for some old dude that wasn't looking so good. I was fine with sitting in the hall becsue that guy looked like he needeed a heart monitor more than i did. However, then i still sat there, bleedign and oozing and wondering what was up.
Turns out they never told the X-Ray tech where i was, so he had been wondering around, trying to find me... except i was not in a room. So it took 90 minutes to get that done. The tech was rather frank about the delay ("...idiots never told me where you were. Sorry, man.") and got me in and out of X-ray pretty quick. Also, he shared with me that the reason no one checked on me for over an hour was they were all in dealing with sever shooting and a stabbing that had come in. Didn't know people were all antsy at 1pm on a tuesday. Who is going to the matresses over "As the World Turns" or "Murray?"
Eventually, a doctor came up to me. They, in the best spin manner possible, told me that they were kind of embarassed that I had been sitting in the hallway for so long and they were just going to work on me right there. I was fine with whatever option got me out of there the quickest. Thus, they number my thumb at the base and started adding stitches. The first 4 were fine... the last one wasn't. Apparently the full block didn't work on the exterior medial part of my thumb. They tried to add more lidocaine to my thumb, but it wdidn't help. They tried to numb the actual area. That hurt a lot and didn't help. Finally, they told me they could do more lid ocaine and... I jsut stopped her and told them to jsut do the stitch. I felt every millimeter of it hurtling like hell as they sewed through my skin. Then she cinced the knot and it hurt all over again.
I was given a large smear of Zinc ointment and a pretty swant mummy like wrap on my thumb. They now have a gauze wrapper that uses a guuze tube over a metal tube, like a sausage casing system. They also gave me a nice dose of Percocet, which was welcomed after that last stitch. Apparently, not a big enough dose for teh commute i had ahead of me. I walked downtown to show E that i was alive and not to worry. I took the longest bus ride home ever. I somehow drove to Giant Eagle in snail like traffic to get my Percocet script filled,as well as pick us some gauze and a tube of Zinc goo. They took forever to fill it, and by the time i made it home through the parade ground like driving, Elsie had beat me home.
I spent most of the first week on Percocet, and weened off by Monday of last week. I have kept it clean and gooed and wrapped and had the stitches taken out yesterday. My thumb looks rough and frankly a little mangled, but it will heal. It has been a bit of a challenge to type and do some other things, but I am adapting. Until then, i have a surefire way to disgust people.
|Friday, October 1st, 2010|
|Thursday, September 30th, 2010|
When teh multi-person brawl threatens to break through your window and into your hotel room, you tend to reevaluate things...
|Friday, September 24th, 2010|
The votes were pretty unanimous. The package is on it's way. A picture will make it's way up eventually, I am sure.
|Tuesday, September 21st, 2010|
So, for Haloween:
|Saturday, September 11th, 2010|
|Wednesday, September 8th, 2010|
|I get a lot of free chocoalte chip cookies from Max and Erma's...
I used to have so much to say. I feel like the well has been emptied. It was unfathomable that I would go a month without blogging a few years ago. Now, it's apparently not an issue.
Things are things. GZA had to go to the vet, and that kind of kille dour finances for a bit... and that was with refusing a few tests because they were prohibitively expensive. He is doing better now, having had a course of antibiotics and some eye drops and a salve and good pissing off every 8 hours or so. He is not coughing anymore and the eye is looking betterish. We just stopped so we aren't poking at it every 8 hours so we can see how it looks undisturbed.
The temperature finally dipped a biut and I have been sleeping like a CHAMP! No windows open, no AC, just a nice chill in the air and a blanket on the bed. It got a little hotter last night, so it wasn't as angelic a sleep as the past few nights, but it was still good.
With the drop in temp, it is chili season again. First pot of the season will be this weekend at a friends' after-party. The pot o'red rides again!
Oh, I should mention that the after party is for the Big Pour 4! This weekend the beer will flow, the food will be consumed and the sweat will pour (it's a pretty warm event.) E will be joining me for the first time, so I hope she likes it. If not, I can always entertain ehr with my fancy dance moves. I will be drinking enough to think I can dance.
I am working with IWC every 3-4 months or so. I enjoy it. It will never be a carreer, but it is a lot of fun.
I am still looking for a new job. I keep having a great opportunity arrive every 3-4 months that never seems to pan out. It is frustrating to say the least,m but I am keeping my eyes open and hoping that someday one of these great opportunities will finally come to fruition.
Counting the lights is growing a bit more every day. WE are startign to get people checkign us out a bit more frequently. I enjoy writing for them and i try to keep it intersting.
Time to go eat a ham sammich.
|Tuesday, August 10th, 2010|
I feel like drinking until the lambs stop screaming...
|Saturday, August 7th, 2010|
|Thinking of you and praying for you with you.
The exodous is in full effect. They are jumping ship and swimming for whatever floats. I can't blame them and I am looking for my own piece of driftwood myself. No one wants to admit jsut how much water we have taken on, but it becomes pretty obvious once you get past the casual observation. Sadly, the 4 spots in the life raft are already filled.
I guarentee the captain does not go down with this ship. However, Ihave in it my craw to make sure he stands trial for his crimes on the high sea. Let the tribunal see to it that he gets hung at dawn.
Met last night to discuss a project that I clearly am not cut out for. I feel like I am not cut out for much these days. A world of round holes and my square peg just doesn't seem to fit. I keep looking for that hole to peg. heh heh heh heh uh mhh heh. My time as the ghost in the hallway has been fun, but eventually it becomes time to disappear.
Trying to find the SCoC's rulling on prop 8. I hear it is an interesting read.
|Sunday, August 1st, 2010|