Holy crap...

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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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.