Credit where deserved: She’s not just an idiot, she’s a liar too.
Current mood: nervous
Category: News and Politics
Tommorow night, the democratic Vice Presidential nominee Sen. Joe Biden and the Republican nominee for Vice President Sarah Palin, will debate the issues facing the nation, and shed potentially a great deal of light on their positions and beliefs. It's entirely possibly this will be similar to Albert Einstein debating Pauly Shore, but there is the possibility that through the use of enough stimulants and the threat of her aspirations screeching to a halt, Palin will at least manage to mumble something that sounds coherent. The big problem with is that while she might manage to say something articulately, it could, and likely will, be complete and absolute bullshit.
If it's bullshit, you ought to know that, and beleive me, it is ungodly easy to verify what's bullshit and find the truth just by spending 5 minutes googling stuff. However, you're gonna hear bullshit from both sides, that's all but a given. Palin, however, may spew nothing except bullshit. Therefore, I give you the following as a warning:
First and foremost, I didn't write the words that follow. I didn't have to, Andrew Sullivan from the Altlanticdid, and there's certainly nothing I can add to make it better or cover the issues further. But whether I wrote it or not, it needs to be shared, since it's true, and since it's all stuff you should sincerely care about. With Thursday's debate coming up, I think it's clear that even if Sarah Palin somehow manages to sound less than retarded, it's entirely possible everything she says could be a load of shit. I must say, all that lying doesn't seem too Christian of her. I can't recall a time when the answer to "What would Jesus do?" has ever been "lie through his teeth to get elected".
I'm posting this because none of the direct, indisputably proven, factual untruths that Palin has uttered has yet to be retracted by this candidate or her running mate. When you have a leading politician running on a record of outright lies, and those lies are deemed irrelevant, you have a problem. Each one has been fact-checked to near-death. They are not the usual political lie - hyperbole, parsing, exaggeration, spin. They are factual, checkable, indisputable untruths.
Palin could not haveasked her girls for permission to accept McCain's veep offer if she also says she accepted the offer unblinkingly and right away. Palin didfire a police chief even as she insisted to a reporter she hadn't. She did violate the confidential medical records of Mike Wooten. She hasn't met with any trade missions from Russia. She does not have any gay friends that anyone can find. She did not oppose the Bridge to Nowhere. She did not sell that plane on eBay. Her Teleprompter did not fail in her convention speech. Alaska's state scientists did not conclude that polar bears were in no danger. She diddeny publicly that humans had anything to do with climate change.
Alaska does not provide "nearly 20 percent of the U.S. domestic supply of energy," as she claimed. The gas pipeline she touts as her major "mission accomplished" has not broken ground and may never do so. She did nottake a pay-cut as mayor of Wasilla. And on and on. Anyone with Google can check all of these out. Including reporters.
These are all documented, bald-faced factually irrefutable lies. More to the point: she refuses to cop to them or be held accountable for them or take questions about them. Until she does, we can rightly infer there is no reason to believe anything she says, and that includes her recent medical history. A liar like this cannot be taken on trust. We have to verify it all.
Release the medical records and tax returns now.
Feel free to pass this around, whether by sending people here, or sending people to Sullivan's blog where the above initially came from. By all means, send those frustrating dunderheads who believe every word Palin says as gospel truth. They need a few words of reality to punch 'em in the face.
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Power of Lard
By
Lard
Release date: 1991-05-03
Wow. She really IS an idiot.
Current mood: anxious
Category: News and Politics
This is actually somewhat important. Even if you don't agree, well, you're wrong. It is. We're electing a President in less than two months, and given John McCain could realistically die in office, this is who would take his place. And she's a moron. Thursday, she'll be debating the Democratic VP nominee Joe Biden...giving you a chance to see her idiocy in action. I know politics is boring, so just for you, I tried to spice it up with the appropriate amount of assholish honestly.
More and more, as I've read about Sarah palin I've begun to think she's not so much lacking in knowledge of issues, but rather that she's an honest-to-God, raving idiot. I don't mean "Oh, she's a Republican so she's an idiot", and I don't mean "Sarah Palin is a woman so naturally she's dim". No, it has nothing to do with her political party, and it most certainly has nothing to do with her ability to provide life support to her lovely, heaving breasts. I mean she's a genuine moron. That she's not smart. Not at all. If anything, I tend to beleive she's slightly below even average intelligence.
I'll expand on why I beleive palin is teetering on the edge of retardation another time unless I'm drunk and forget about doing so, but in the meantime, this video from youtube in which Palin is interveiwed by CBS News' Katie Couric pretty much serves as proof that Palin is, in fact, a complete fucking idiot. And not even a well spoken complete fucking idiot.
In case you're like me and on a shitty dial-up connection because your internet connection is so slow you fall asleep waiting for the webpage of the cable internet company to load so you never upgrade to the new millenium and miss alot of porn that way, here's a transcript of Sarah Palin saying (in more words than needed) that she's an utter dolt:
COURIC: Why isn't it better, Governor Palin, to spend $700 billion helping middle-class families who are struggling with health care, housing, gas and groceries? Allow them to spend more, and put more money into the economy, instead of helping these big financial institutions that played a role in creating this mess?
PALIN: That's why I say I, like every American I'm speaking with, we're ill about this position that we have been put in. Where it is the taxpayers looking to bail out. But ultimately, what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health care reform that is needed to help shore up our economy. Um, helping, oh, it's got to be about job creation, too. Shoring up our economy, and putting it back on the right track. So health care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions, and tax relief for Americans, and trade — we have got to see trade as opportunity, not as, uh, competitive, um, scary thing, but one in five jobs created in the trade sector today. We've got to look at that as more opportunity. All of those things under the umbrella of job creation.
She didn't make a word of sense. Not a WORD of fucking sense. Not one fucking word. The things she said didn't even vaguely fit together. The schizophrenic that tried to live on my porch made more sense when he talked. She's frighteningly stupid. The people we commonly look upon as stupid could have answered the question more articulately if they just were playing "pretend to be a politician". Christ... Is she retarded? Is she the one suffering from Down's Syndrome? Does she curl up in a corner and rock violently back and forth after each interview?
Oh, but wait, don't get the idea I'm being harsh here. This isn't some bullshit deal where she accidentally said something that sounded worse than a babbling drunk with a head injury would say just after being punched in the mouth. Allow me to share with you just a bit more so you realize this is no fucking random blonde moment on Palin's part.
There's also this. And remember, I'm not even at the point of elaborating on just why exactly I became convinced that Sarah Palin is an idiot, I'm just tossing you what I came across since then - in the course of only one hour on the internet reading current news - to drive the point deep enough into my subconcious to give me nightmares into my eighties. Let's visit the transcript of what she said during her first ever speaking off-the-cuff with reporters, a whopping four questions, in this case with the poor fucks who have to follow this twit around New York.
I'm not cherry-picking moments of dumb on Palin's part here, and there's no need. Everything she said was dumb. EVERYTHING. this is the entire transcript of her first-ever'>http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2008/09/25/palin-takes-questions-from-press-corps-for-first-time/">first-ever taking of questions from the press corps, along with a few words of wisdom from me, your humble guide into the black hole of Sarah Palin's imbecility. But first, a quick visit to how the day started, to show she's not just an idiot when she answers questions. It's bred far deeper into than that.
She began by mumbling the type of inane blather one would expect...oh, fuck it. Even the borderline retarded among us would hear these words and say to themelves "What the fuck? What the hell's she trying to say?"
"Every American student needs to come through this area so that, especially this younger generation of Americans is, to be in a position of never forgetting what happened here and never repeating, never allowing a repeat of what happened here."
And that's the best she can do? A cubscout leader who was leering at a kid four feet away and never saw the camera crew coming could've done a better job of answering that just off the top of his head. More importantly, that's not even the answer to a questions. That's only the beginning of how she began her statement assessing "Ground Zero" in Manhattan. I'll let you hunt down the rest on google if'n you're really itching to risk letting reading her words lower your IQ.
Now, on to the tiny press conference, which I remind you once again, is the first she's ever held. Not one since the convention until this... her first "unscripted" answer to a reporter:
CNN: On the topic of never letting this happen again, do you agree with the way the Bush administration has handled the war on terrorism, is there anything you would do differently?
A: I agree with the Bush administration that we take the fight to them. We never again let them come onto our soil and try to destroy not only our democracy, but communities like the community of New York. Never again. So yes, I do agree with taking the fight to the terrorists and stopping them over there.
Are we back to taking the fight to the terrorists again? I thought we were making stability in the region now? Geesus fuck, I wish the story would get straightened out from her. She was claiming Saddam was involved with Al Queda the other day.
Question number two:
POLITICO: Do you think our presence in Iraq and Afghanistan and our continued presence there is inflaming Islamic extremists?
A: I think our presence in Iraq and Afghanistan will lead to further security of our nation, again, because the mission is to take the fight over there. Do not let them come over here and attempt again what they accomplished here, and that was some destruction. terrible destruction on that day. But since September 11, Americans uniting and rebuilding and committing to never letting that happen again.
She speaks like someone who failed high school because they couldn't grasp volcabulary. 9/11 was "some destruction?" And what's with the autistic repetition, "some destruction. Terrible destruction." ? But she doesn't see how a war that's killed hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, and therefore Muslims and Arabic people, might tend to piss off similar people, particularly those with extremist leanings, along with lots of other folks who likely were quite easy going... until their entire family burned to death before their eyes as their homes burned down?
Question 3:
POLITICO: Do you support the reelection bids of embattled Alaska Republicans, Rep. Don Young and Sen. Ted Stevens?
A: Ted Stevens' trial started a couple days ago. We'll see where that goes.
It's fucking amazing. Stupefying. Jesus Christ, this woman is one of four people who may be President four years from today. How in goddamn hell is this possible, and why aren't women of all sizes, shapes, colors and political persuasions rioting in the streets over the fact that of all the women who could've been nominated for a Vice Presidency, this complete drooling fool is the one John McCain picked?
Somehow, this has got to be the fault of all of us, that anyone would think that'd we'd accept this fecal headed fool as a candidate for anything. I'm starting to really, not even hope, that's too optimistic sounding, but I'm really starting to think I've fallen into some sort of Twilight Zone-esque alternate reality episode where we're all living in some sort of Other Earth scenario where this batshit crazy tongue-speaking complete nitwit is potentially our next Vice President, and - more terrifyingly - could easily become the President if life support technology isn't at the point it can maintain John McCain at any cost. Palin should be running for village idiot - and win in landslide - but not, not Vice President of the United States.
*** Lots more where this came from, about all sorts of things. And you can read it all long before it appears on myspace, just by visiting www.bustergetmypills.com
Currently
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Flush the Fashion
By
Alice Cooper
Release date: 1991-12-31
Fun With Politicians
Current mood: tired
Category: News and Politics
Spending way too much time on the net, I stumbled across the ability to make the political equivalent of LOL cats. A "LOL cat", for those who don't know, is a picture of a cat, or cats, and sometimes other critters doing whatever it is cats and critters do, with captions to place kitty in a whole new context, or otherwise have fun at the expense of the little critters. Either way, they're funny.
And while politicians aren't nearly as cute as cats, they're plenty easy to make fun of, so I enjoyed this tremendously.
Spending way too much time on the net, I stumbled across the ability to make the political equivalent of LOL cats. A "LOL cat", for those who don't know, is a picture of a cat, or cats, and sometimes other critters doing whatever it is cats and critters do, with captions to place kitty in a whole new context, or otherwise have fun at the expense of the little critters. Either way, they're funny.
And while politicians aren't nearly as cute as cats, they're plenty easy to make fun of, so I enjoyed this tremendously.
It’s September 11th. Do We Have Party Now, or What?
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Another year has passed, luckily, without anything to gut punch us in the memory. Yet that doesn't change how much all of us know what day it is today. It's 9/11, aka, September 11th . Never forget. A day that will also live in infamy. The Day The Twin Towers Fell. All that stuff. I'm sure you've heard all the unofficial titles I have and probably a few more as well. It's also the day that the great big elephant sits in the middle of the room and everyone tries to pretend it's not there.
I - and I'm betting most people could say the same, if they're honest - I have no idea what the fuck I'm supposed to do because it's today. It's a day everyone was aware was approaching, and probably a very healthy chunk of us kind of forgot it was actually TODAY when we awoke…it was just another day, until we saw a calendar, or read the paper, or saw the TV news, or whatever, and said "Oh, shit. Wow. That's today." to ourselves. We might not have started off knowing what day it is, but before tomorrow comes, we'll all be well aware it's TODAY. I've got to guess I'm not alone in dealing with the elephant-sized thought that somehow today something I do, or at least think, ought to be different than it was yesterday.
But what's appropriate for a day like this? I wasn't alive the last time we had a really infamous day, back in Dec 1941, when Pearl Harbor was attacked. I have no idea how they handled "that day", 7 years after it happened. It got named, accurately enough, "Pearl Harbor Day", but that's about all I know of how it was addressed by the people of the time. 9/11 didn't even get a specific name, it only was immortalized by the date it would have been even if nothing had happened with hijackers, towers, and airplanes. Am I supposed to wish people a Happy Nine Eleven? That seems a little overly peppy for the tragedy that occurred.
Do I throw a memorial party, a wake, essentially, and demand everyone wear black, eat small snacks like crackers with old cheese on them, and avoid smiling, laughing, or having anything resembling fun, because the victims of 9/11 aren't able to have fun anymore?
Am I supposed to go kill an Arab? That strikes me as a little extreme, and pretty well pointless, since there isn't even a random chance I'll end up slaughtering anyone responsible. The most responsible of them, the hijackers, slaughtered themselves that day.
I really have no idea what's even marginally appropriate. Everyone says "remember September 11", but , ummmm…how?
I suppose I could go shopping. If I recall correctly, that was one of the first things were we told after 9/11. Keep shopping. If commerce and wanton consumerism stops, the terra'ists win. But I own enough stuff already. I wouldn't know what to buy. I suppose I could order some of those twin towers coins from the TV. That strikes me as feeding the opportunistic beast, though.
It's simple for people who actually lost someone on nine eleven. It's obvious, then. They'd mourn the loss just as anyone does on the anniversary of the day they lost someone. But they don't necessarily hurt more on that day. The more time passes, the less they hurt every day. That's a good thing; that's how life is supposed to work. The loss is likely - hopefully - a tiny bit less on their minds each day. Although for them, today will explode again for the real survivors of 9/11, and they'll have the events of seven years ago thrown directly in their faces everywhere they turn. They have little choice but to spend the day with thoughts of loss, pain and, an awareness of how much they miss the person, all of which slowly fade and carry a little less "bite" with each passing year, until those of us who weren't connectedly impacted by the suicide pilots insist upon making certain everyone else knows "We Remember".
Ok, We Remember, but what do we actually DO with that memory? Do any of the rest of us really mope around being solemn all day? Are there people who refuse to even smile today? It's not a day and never will be a day that reeks sunshine and bunnies, but I don't think most folks are spending the day all choked up, either. I'm sure if you asked enough people you'd find a good number who said they were still deeply affected and it's on their mind everyday…but most? No. Even a significant chunk of the people who'd actually say they've been on the verge of tears all day, they've been angry since they woke up, whatever, are very likely to be exaggerating, if only because they really don't know what the proper response is to the day of the calendar we're on, and so they go with what "sounds right, considering what happened". I don't blame them. It certainly sounds better than "Holy shit, I completely forgot…is that today? Wow, man. That sucked", even if the latter probably is much more accurate for most people.
Should I stand out in my yard with a candle, and hold my own silent memorial? Should I pray for the souls of those whose lives were lost? It seems a little late for souls and I don't see the point of candle light vigils…it accomplishes nothing beyond "remembering", which I obviously already do, and I don't "need a shoulder to cry on for support" (and I'm not really all that social with strangers anyhow), so joining a public vigil is out. And I don't have any candles anyhow.
I don't mean to dismiss what happened, or mean to be flippant about it. It was a terrible tragedy, further compounded by the loss of the first responders on the scene, and perhaps it's greatest impact was the immediate after effects, including a long war with seemingly no clear end in sight, and perhaps most of all, the loss of American comfort and innocence.
But how, seven long years later, does one respond to that? For the most part, daily life in the country has gone on exactly the way it did before the attacks occurred. The US has pissed off a lot of countries for a long time, and it still does daily. I've always thought we were extraordinarily lucky it took that long for a major incident like 9/11 to occur. I've often thought we should be grateful for that fact alone. We might've all been shaken to the core seven years ago, and frankly, scared shitless of what might happen next, but compared to what people in other countries, Israel, Lebanon, Iraq, take your pick of international hot spots, we're incredibly fortunate that violent terrorist acts aren't a constant - even daily - concern.
In all honesty, my day won't likely be any different than yesterday or tomorrow. I'll be vaguely aware of what day it is, but won't be at the top of my thoughts. I'll do what I normally do, or abnormally do, but today won't be significantly affected by the earlier events of the date. Just as it has for the survivors, just as the pain of losing my parents has faded, so has the pain and shock of September 11th. It's been absorbed into my consciousness, it's become a quiet dark corner in my awareness. But it doesn't hurt, I won't cry, and I won't shake my first theatrically, nor will I do so out of genuine anger. That's healed.
What I will do won't be outwardly visible. I'll be spending the day fully aware that I, and all of us, are very, very lucky. Despite any efforts anywhere, despite what political party is in office, despite how much one prays or to whom they pray , the reality is, something horrendous could happen at any given time anywhere. We might be "fightin' the terra'ists over there", but that means little when you consider the Oklahoma City bombing a few years before only needed a couple angry and semi-crazy average lower class white dudes. I'm lucky. We're all lucky, every day.. Even more than that, and just as invisibly, I'll hope that tomorrow - every tomorrow - I'll be able to again say I'm lucky, and we're all lucky, every day.
It Never Gets Dull Around Here: Neighbor Tasered
Current mood: curious
Category: News and Politics
This summer, it's never a dull moment around the ol' neighborhood. Oddly enough, it's a pretty quiet and well-behaved place to live, but there's always some form of uniquely Port Huron entertainment going on lately. If it isn't the human Squidbillies across the street screaming, hollering, and having incredibly bad yard sales, it's the one who seems to live by selling possibly stolen and repaired bikes and lawn mowers falling off of a bike in the middle of the street while screaming at his wife.
Tonight (Or this morning. I consider it night since I hadn't slept yet), about 1:30ish AM, Crazy J, as the lawn mower repairing dude is affectionately known ( because he's crazy), took things to a new level.
I'm not sure what exactly happened. I heard broken glass, came outside as all good homeowners do when they hear glass breaking, and saw Crazy J kind of stumble into the street while yelling something about a "cheating whore". Meanwhile, the police were rapidly approaching, with all of their lights and sirens off, because apparently they like to feel sneaky.
Soon, two more cop cars appeared, and an officer was in debate with Crazy J over whether or not he'll voluntarily stop roaming away, or if he needs to be tasered.
Eventually, it was determined he needed to be tasered, with the policeman announcing he was "being threatened" and "in danger". Damned if I know how a cranky fat guy holding a flag and walking away from you is threatening, especially when you're a cop with a gun, but I'm not a timid-as-a-bunny cop, I'm just some idiot who was nearby and had a camera, so here's the pictures:
I have NO idea what the story is to all of this apart from what you're seeing and reading here right now. I heard lots of obscenities, a few racial words only rappers are usually allowed to use, and I heard a cop offer to taser a man again if he didn't shut up, and I saw a man taken away in a police car. Oh, and I saw a police car arriving very late on the scene with his lights ablaze, come to a screeching stop sliding around a corner purely, as far as I could tell, to be dramatic. But that's it. What actually led to all of this...beats the fuck out of me.
The Misadventures of Mr Ouch Mouth, Part 1
Current mood: cranky
Category: Life
I hate going to the dentist. hate it. HATE it. As a child I had a dentist who didn't believe in giving ANY anesthetic to kids. Not even numbing a tooth before he drilled. And believe me, that fucking hurt. A LOT. It would hurt a lot today, even as an adult with a decent pain tolerance. As a little kid, it was terrifying and nightmarish. The dentist WAS the devil. He was a person who existed purely to cause me intense pain while lecturing me like an angry grandparent about how it was for my own good and how I damned well better stop squiggling and the more I fought the worse it would be. I HATED Dr. Brenton.
And I still hate going to the dentist. No matter who the dentist was, I've hated it ever since seeing that maniac sadist. The mere thought of it gives me flashbacks and takes me right back to being that terrified six year old with a bleeding mouth and an inability to scream for help because my mouth was clamped open.
Nonetheless, occasionally it has to be done, no matter how much I'd really rather just be kicked in the ankle repeatedly by a midget for an hour or two instead. I've done a decent job of brushing and flossing and all that sort of stuff specifically to avoid going to see a dentist. But, in the last couple of weeks I conceded I'd reached the "visiting the dentist has to be done" point.
A good couple of months ago, just following the "19 incredibly long days and 19 incredibly long nights without electricity thanks to the incompetence of DTE and State farm fiasco of June 2008", I started having some odd jaw and face pain. Initially I assumed it was TMJ and that I was likely to be clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth at night. That made especially made sense when I realized I had a tendency to clench my jaw and while playing on the computer I tended to lean in toward the monitor with my jaw forward. For 19 days with no power, I hadn't done that, then I was again, and then my jaw hurt. Made sense to me.
I researched TMJ on the internet (who knew you could actually find USEFUL stuff on the internet? Cool!), read that I'd likely need to visit a *ick* dentist, and found some therapeutic jaw and facial exercises I could try in the meantime.
The exercises actually helped a bit in some ways, and felt as though they at least relieved pressure. But as time went on, the whole thing just spread. My entire face hurt. And it didn't just hurt my eyes, my face was hurting my face. It felt like someone was squeezing my face from jaw to forehead. And my teeth were really sensitive all over the place, and randomly. I even got earaches for a while. I never knew what the hell was going to hurt or when. Every day brought a new adventure, even the days I managed not spit out the rubber keeps-me-from-grinding-my-teeth mouth guard in my sleep.
Ibuprofen helped a lot in knocking the pain down to something I could put up with and sometimes even kind of forget about. It was still there, but it was consistent enough I could at least put thinking about the fact my face hurt out of my immediate thoughts. Still, the teeth hurting drove me nuts when it happened, and at times eating was really difficult, which led me to believe there might be something more going on than simply TMJ, or some other jaw-related malady.
Oddly enough, a friend of mine, JR, wandered by one night during this and somehow his having a root canal done recently came up, and he mentioned how it was such a release of pressure he could feel his mood actually improve from that moment on. Not long afterward I realized my mood had gone downhill tremendously in the time I'd had my mouth hell going on. So, I decided to take FiFi Amsterdam's, the internet's, and common sense's advice and go see a dentist.
This required finding a dentist. The last one I had here was impossible to get in to see. If you wanted an appointment, you had to wait two months. His assistants and hygienists were intolerable and unfriendly skeezeballs and old hens. I once had an emergency where I needed to see him. He was sailing in Tahiti and would be a back in a month. So besides hating dentists in general and his staff as a whole, I really didn't think there'd be much point in calling him. I had a problem now. If it was a tooth thing, I needed it fixed now, not when he was home from working on his tan.
FiFi Amsterdam said she had a good dentist, and, as if god himself was smiling on me, she was a midget too. And not one of those stubby arm and leg long torso weird head midgets, but a real "little person", FiFi claimed. Proportionate and everything. FiFi also swore she was nice and gentle, and the staff was very pleasant. So, despite her being a dentist and therefore, evil, I decided to break down and go see the allegedly good Doctor Patty. FiFi called her for me, and my appointment was scheduled for Tuesday, Aug 26th.
Part 2 to follow soon.
In the meantime, saunter over here, to my other blog, for more fun stuff, giggles, and opiniony type shit.
Great. A bat. That makes the night that much better.
Current mood: busy
Category: Pets and Animals
There I was, sitting in the living room, screwing around on the internet looking for a hotel room and reading the news. Then I heard a noise that seemed to come from behind the couch. I thought it might be the cat slithering around behind it, rusting with some paper or playing with something he dragged back there…he's a cat, who knows? But no, not the cat. Not even a completely different cat. Something way worse. A bat. And g*ddamn, do I hate bats. I can tolerate them outside, but if they're in my house, G*DDAMN, do I ever HATE bats.
It flew out from behind the couch, up towards the ceiling, and into the next room. I on the other hand, kinda fell off the side of my chair and shrieked like a schoolgirl.
The following is from what I twittered about it, as the whole Dammit, I have a Bat In The House episode occurred, giving the random blow-by-blow and thoughts throughout. Why, I don't know. A grand total of 4 people follow me.
nullnotvoid I thought I had him corner with a tennis racket but he slipped away...not sure where it's hiding now. about 2 hours ago from web
Dammit I hate bats
Dammit I hate bats
DammitIhatebats
Then FiFi twittered these words at me: damnredhead @nullnotvoid Yay! Thank you. Now STOP TWEETING AND TAKE CARE OF THE G*DDAMN BAT!! about 2 hours ago from twhirlin reply to nullnotvoid She was referring to my changing my icon back to a little picture she'd made me. Notice chasing the bat was secondary to displaying her cartooning skills.
Dammit I hate bats
Dammit I hate bats
DammitIhatebats
nullnotvoid I'm not sure where the little winged bastard is now. BamBam seems to be hiding. I'm probably scaring him with the tennis racket about 2 hours ago from web
nullnotvoid EVERY time I hear the slightest noise now I think it's the bat, and that he's plotting to swoop me about 1 hour ago from web
Dammit I hate bats
Dammit I hate bats
DammitIhatebats
In pops another twitter pal, also known as info and a whole bunch of numbers on the TH forums WritRams @nullnotvoid: Happened to my brother. He sprayed it with aerosal hairspray. It might've been the '80s... about 1 hour ago from web in reply to nullnotvoid
Dammit I hate bats
Dammit I hate bats
DammitIhatebats
nullnotvoid Wondering where the bat is, and wondering whether I should style it's hair. about 1 hour ago from web
Dammit I hate bats
Dammit I hate bats
DammitIhatebats
nullnotvoid Bam Bam the orange super cat has come out of hiding and is giving me a long verbal description on the night's events...in cat, of course. about 1 hour ago from web
nullnotvoid He landed on a window curtain, I opened the front door, smacked him with a broom, smacked him again in mid-air, and he landed out the door. about 1 hour ago from web
nullnotvoid Whew. Now I can relax and get to this hotel stuff. Where's the relaxing elixir? about 1 hour ago from web
I'm assuming my little bat invader snuck in through a crack or something around my air conditioner. All total, it took about an hour and half to get him the hell out of here, with my heart beating faster than a rabbit's probably two thirds of the time. G*ddamn, do I ever hate bats.
Currently
listening
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Strange Magic
By
The Charms
Release date: 2007-03-27
Random stuff found in the course of a night on the internet
Current mood: blah
Category: News and Politics
Geez, talk about having an advertising campaign completely, utter backfire. This is worse than mentioning to your pitcher he's got a perfect game going right before he goes to the mound in the bottom of the ninth.
"Greyhound Canada is removing all ads that were part of a campaign related to "bus rage" in the wake of last week's horrific attack against a Greyhound passenger travelling from Edmonton to Winnipeg.
The campaign featured the slogan, "There's a reason you've never heard of bus rage."
Greyhound spokesperson Abby Wambaugh said Tuesday, "Greyhound knows how important it is to get it removed and is doing everything possible."
The slogan has appeared in print and on billboards across the country. But following the attack, the company notified every vendor and asked them to cease using it.
Tim McLean, 22, was repeatedly stabbed and then beheaded by another passenger aboard a Greyhound bus travelling through Manitoba on July 30. Witnesses said the attack was unprovoked."
We should really do a version of this here. It'd be way more fun for spectators than the float down.
WELLINGTON (Reuters) - A New Zealand court has allowed a parade of topless porn stars on motor bikes to proceed on the main street of the country's biggest city, local media said Tuesday.
With all the benefits stem cells potentially offer, it genuinely amazes me anyone could be against it. I'm honestly surprised at times that people aren't loudly protesting transplants too, in that case.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Embryonic stem cells can be used to grow vats of red blood cells, which could lead to the creation of "farms" that could provide limitless sources of blood, U.S. researchers reported on Tuesday.
What? Huh? Why on god's green earth is the ex-chick from Who's the Boss designing hockey clothes? She's hot and all, and maybe she sleeps with hockey players and gives them all herpes, but still, why on earth would anyone buy it? What possible connection does she have to hockey that'll make anyone buy her stuff? Even Americans aren't THIS addicted to somehow being connected to someone else marginally famous, are we?
It's Probably Still Good Idea to Listen to the Doctor Even So
I don't really see what's so wrong with this news, so long as the doctors are honest, sensitive, and firm. And that families are realistic, and accept eventually that if there is a God, he said "no". I hoped and prayed for something miraculous when my mom was dying. Like most times I've faced stuff that, at best, was "in God's hands", so to speak, for there to be any hope at all, it's likely been no different than wishing on a coin and throwing it in a fountain. But I still don't see anything wrong with having hope, wherever it may be found.
CHICAGO - When it comes to saving lives, God trumps doctors for many Americans.
An eye-opening survey reveals widespread belief that divine intervention can revive dying patients. And, researchers said, doctors "need to be prepared to deal with families who are waiting for a miracle."
More than half of randomly surveyed adults — 57 percent — said God's intervention could save a family member even if physicians declared treatment would be futile. And nearly three-quarters said patients have a right to demand such treatment.
When asked to imagine their own relatives being gravely ill or injured, nearly 20 percent of doctors and other medical workers said God could reverse a hopeless outcome.
I'm not a big fan of fast food. But even so, I eat it occasionally, and my favorite is probably Wendy's, overall. That doesn't even mean I like Wendy's, I just mean I find it - overall - to be less awful than the others are, and therefore a bit more enjoyable.
I never eat in at any fast food joint, with the rare exception of when I'm with my son, and I let him plead, beg, and otherwise entertain me with faux-patheticness enough that I agree to eat McWhoppers.. Otherwise, my trip to McD's a few days ago with FiFi was my first time eating in a fast food place without the pipsquirt in at least a year. If I'm reducing myself to eating fast food it's because I'm lazy, or outright starving. In which case, or in either case, means I wanna get my food quick, get home, and stuff my face in front of the computer, TV, or whatever.
This means, obviously, if I'm doing fast-food, the drive through window is all but guaranteed to be involved. And that's where it all goes to hell for me EVERY damned time I go to Wendy's.
I'd really like to comfortably go there. I like their stuff, in the context of what it is. And I can get a baked potato and chili and even pretend I'm eating something vaguely less eventually-heart-stopping unhealthy. And I can get a nice tasty frosty, the ice cream treat that's not quite a sundae in a soft drink cup and not quite a shake. And the burgers are decent. And the fries are. As fast food living up to it's name, it's the food I'd generally prefer to consume, when it comes time to consume crap. And I think of all these things every time I'm in search of fast food. But there's always that damned drive up window.
I can't, and I mean CAN'T get food from any Wendy's drive through anywhere in this area without my order being wrong in some way, from the small and somewhat annoying - like no napkins - to the "who the hell's order IS this anyhow?". And I check the bag for my stuff and so on, but somehow, even if it's just by giving me a chicken sandwich wrapped in a single burger wrapper, it's guaranteed to be wrong. So, I don't go there often. Far less than I would if they could just get my order right once. Just the shock of that happening alone would bring me back for a few more visits before the incompetence drove me off again.
The last time I dared try the Wendy's drive through was in mid-June, during my 19 days of pioneer living without electricity (and thanks, DTE, for the lovely service. Insert a middle finger icon here). I'd spent all day working in the yard, and hadn't eaten. I ordered a baked potato with cheese and bacon (I know, I killed the healthy food delusion right there) and two large chilis, so I could have one immediately and another in a couple of hours. And that's what was in the bag. I know, I checked right there at the window. And they were still in the bag when I got home, so I'm certain of it.
And upon getting home, I went into my candle-lit living room, put in my mp3 ear bud things, and took the food out of the bag. The fucking chili was cold. Ice cold.
Tonight, I dared try visiting the bane of my existence, the Wendy's drive through window, again. It's been a couple of months, I figured, the bitterness has faded, and since I'm having some horrendous TMJ jaw pain hell thing at the moment it's nice soft food for my currently delicate mouth.
But it's still the damned Wendy's drive through. This time, no sauce for the nuggets, no sour cream for the potato despite my requesting it, and no spoons for the frosty and the chili (which was at least warm this time). No napkins, no salt, any of that of course, but after so many years of not getting those I just assume there's no chance in hell they'll ever give me those. I'm thankful they give me straws half the time, at least.
I realize working in fast food isn't a job anyone really aspires to do, and I can completely understand that having a job that's considered among the lowest status possible (despite working harder than most other jobs) and that pays, obviously, shitty (again, despite working harder than most other jobs), isn't going to make the average worker knock themselves out cold to redefine fast food worker greatness. I understand the job sucks, the money sucks and being there at all, essentially sucks. I sympathize. I empathize. I am the friend of the downtrodden fast food worker. I will applaud when one day a fast food worker version of Che Guevara rises and leads them to emancipation from wage slavery in a potentially violent uprising.
I understand it's a job that kills the soul of a mortal of average intelligence. I know it's better suited to the mentally handicapped, since they seem to have the gift of happily fixating on the mundane without the inherent boredom setting in almost instantly. And I even understand why a good number of fast fooders smoke dope on their break to get in that same mentally handicapped groove. I don't envy them at all, and I don't look down on 'em for it.
But they could still give me my goddamned crackers for my goddamned chili. It ain't that hard. Especially at 10 o'clock at night. This ain't dinner rush before a football game at Memorial Stadium. It's easy. Cup of warm chili in bag, crackers in bag, spoon in bag. Simple. I understand the plight of the fast food slave laborer, but goddamned it, I also think it's reasonable to expect them to do their jobs right occasionally….even if just by random chance.
I've even tried calling to complain. At this point, that's something I gave up on long ago. Usually their phone is perpetually busy, and if someone does answer it, their tone on the other end makes it clear they think I'm lying to them and trying to scam free fries or something. I'm tired of subjecting myself to that humiliation.
It's not even the workers that I want to strangle then, because they aren't the problem. The problem is they were hired in the first place. They at least took the effort to fill out an application and show up for the interview. But the manager that hired them failed to take the time to figure out if they were actually worth hiring and train them…THAT is who I blame. The same manager that let's that employee continue to work there, and gives them a raise every now and then, despite the fact they can't give me any goodamned spoons. Ever.
That's who I blame. The managers. They're the ones who do the training. They're the ones who do the monitoring, the follow up, and the reviewing. It's their jobs to squash the tiny acts of rebellion by their underlings before my meal gets screwed up. And apparently, they're failing at their jobs pretty damned badly if I can't get a packet of crackers without having to refuse to leave without them.
When Che Burgavera raises from the ranks of the merely disgruntled and underpaid and leads the fast food workers to take charge of their destiny by any means necessary, I'll be the first one to applaud when I see the severed head of a shift manger jammed on the top of a mop handle, standing in a yellow industrial mop bucket in front of Wendy's . I will applaud, and then I will offer those workers crackers, in the expectation that now they will feel free to perform there jobs properly every time, with no need for tiny acts of rebellion against their burger monger overlords.
And then I know I'll get my spoons.
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