Cheney Down, Punching All The Way to the Canvas! Crowd On It's Feet!

Its not supposed to be nice to applaud someone's potential demise, unless its bin Laden, or Hitler, or some horrible miscreant who has sullied the human race's "good name" (ahem!). But I have to add the Dick-meister's name to that sordid list, if only for his, what in other times would be called, seditious speech and behavior. He is about one adjective away from calling for open insurrection, and goading on the more insane among the populace. When one looks at what the Tutsi's managed to foment against the Hutu's (or was it the other way around? No matter - they did the usual tit-for-tat, anyway), then it is not a far stretch from that to firing up the malcontents here in a country that has more armaments per capita than all the machetes in Rwanda, by about a 1000 to one ratio.

So the way I see it, chest pains aren't even close to what this cretin needs to feel, if in fact Darth Vader is even capable of feeling at all. Throat excision might be a reasonable start. "Oh", you whine, "so you are against free speech for the other side, is that it?" No, not so, except to the extent it is not considered free speech to shout fire in a crowded smoking tent. The Far Wrong has been trying to curtail free speech for decades, from textbooks, to library books (freakin' Huck Finn, for Chesty Morgan's sake!) to people who voted for Ralph Nader. OK, maybe not that last one, but still, the track record of the Wing Nuts on the issue of wanting others to shut the frak up is without peer. So my wanting the Dick-meister to shut the frak up is, I think, in the same spirit as the spewings from Tush Limpburger. Oh, don't get me started.

As long at the Repugnants insist on flaunting candidates like She-Rah Pail-In and an entire passel of no-nothing, see-nothing nut-jobs onto the world stage, well, I just gotta be greatful when the fickle finger of fate nails one of these cheese-for-brains and brings them down to the reality many are having to face every day - no jobs, no or far too expensive health care (protection racket) insurance, and a host of other base-line crapola. Maybe they would slowly start to change from the Party of No, to a party more concerned with people than with their corporate butt-buddies.

Me? I ain't holding my breath. Except when the stink is more than I can bear.

Besides - my stinkin' "insurance" company doesn't cover preexisting political disgust.

Toodles.

Where I Come From, Farmers Shoot The Damn Crows!

There is a special place in hell and literature for those who spit nasty at others and then complain and weep and moan when they get a little back. Self-inflation and its inevitable consequences have all the allure of a train wreck, without any of the redeeming features, such as the opportunity for heroism. When you go and stick your face into the blades of whirling public scrutiny, don't be surprised when you get turned to pulp.

It seems the Queen of the Moose, She-Rah, went and done another dumb-ass mouth-flappin'. And this time it was over a cartoon character! Well, wouldn't ya know it? Seems she was all gefiltefishy over the character of a young girl/teenager (who can tell with cartoons characters? No, really - who can tell?) who had Down's syndrome. I mean, what temerity!! to dare make fun of someone who is different? And this despite defending Rushy-pants Limpburgher's comments about "retards" after railing against a slip-o-the-lip from that Jewish guy at the Mixed-race House over there in the D.C. Yep. She gave Fatty Tarbuckle's a pass!! Go figure.

Anyhoo, here's the pickle part of the deal. Seems the young woman who actually voiced the cartoonish character on The Family Guy, herself, well, has Down's Syndrome. Hmm. Seems she makes a living as an actor and voice-over person. So, self-employed? Sounds free enterprise, don't she? And has a sense of humor, right? Sounds kinda normal-ish to me.

But as far as She-Rah goes, she'd just as soon carry her little Trig under her arm like a loaf of Frenchy bread (not my words, folks) while simultaneously asking us all to condemn someone making a living and excersizing her First Amendment right to free speech and all that ACLU-y stuff, as long as she can milk it for her own ends. But we shouldn't be surprised, should we?

Pride, as the old saw has it, goeth before a fall. But it doesn't tell you what you are going to land on when you do. Could be pillows (unlikely) or could be pitchforks, ya never can tell.

Remember them pesky old Greeks, founders of democracy and all that uncomfortable stuff? Well, they had a word for these red-faced baboons on the Far Wrong right about now.

Hubris.

The gods have a little issue with that. And if you've been paying any attention to the history of the last, oh, I don't know, 4000 years of history, then you should have a pretty decent idea of what they like to do to folks what displays that particular vice, eh?

I'm going for the plague of locusts, myself.

Toodles!

Abbattoir!!! Now In 3-D!!!

"Abattoir" is the enchanting story of a Party of Red-State beings who, determined to retake their ravaged nation from the invading Liberal Elites, dress themselves in the haunted past of a Nation that never really was, but in the imaginations of those timeless dunces, McCarthy and Birch. An enormous gathering of the T-Ballers. as they come to call themselves, led by the Incredibly Dubious She-Rah, Queen of the Moose Tribe, they vow to work their magic and unleash The Hounds of the Corporate Skulldulligans, dripping with moolah and greed, to venture forth and wreck havoc on the forces of the Obama-Monsters until they smite them and drive their abhorrent offspring back into the foul lands of Berkeley and Princeton, and similar islands of tepid commitment inhabited by other Ilk of the Blue People.

Unfortunately, when the Grand Gatherinbg of the T-Ballers takes place, there arise Dissenters in their midst, led by the affable and gentle Rushmount Limbergher, who rises to taunt the She-Rah with shouts of "Retard, weenie, pretzel-head and meanie!" Soon, the cry is taken up by many in the mob, who perhaps mistakenly believe this to be their new-ish battle cry. She-Rah leaves the altar in tears, but not before making a curse upon the Little People who throw themselves at the feet of the Limbergher-man, that they shall wander in the wilderness of Little Rock and its environs for Lo! these many years without hope for succotash and other edible garments. The Media Mavens have a field day, and proclaim the T-Ballers another Smashing Failure, dead at their own damp hands.

The film ends with an enormous party in the Land of Berkeley, which predictably devolves into an orgy of finger-pointing and factionalism, leaving the entire field as open as it ever was.

I'm afraid I have to give this film two thumbs down. Throw 'em to the lions, Mel!!

It Felt So Good Slamming The Door on His Finger The First Time, We Want to Do it Again!

At this point, if the Prez were to suggest invading the rest of the world, put an oil rig in every back yard, build nuke plants all over the country, and give rich folk the only vote in all matters before Congress, I'm convinced the Repugnicants would find something wrong with every single proposal. And the Demoncritters would be falling all over themselves to shuffle and prevaricate. (((yawn))) Well, what's the point grumbling about the jackdaws - ya just know they won't be quiet, and they will poop all over everything anyway, so we may as well raise the umbrellas and invest in an earplug company.

So let me ask all you folks out there a simple question - this partisans**t working for you? Gettin' the jobs back? Fixin' the roads? Keepin' the schools open and strong? Stayin' out of yer bedroom?

And about that "no new taxes" thang - keepin' things nice and cozy for ya? I mean, how ya gonna be happy with failed roads if you have to keep replacing tires at twice the normal rate?

And no "government run health care," how's that working? MY so-called insurance plan just jacked my rates up by more than $150 above the already insane rate I currently pay. Funny thing about that - I am having surgery in March, right? So, they have to do all that pre-approval stuff, right? And so, and so, well, I just got screwed again. And I didn't even climax. But you can bet yer booty, bubba, the insurance, er, protection racket sure as hell did!

Oh, I'm sorry - you think the issue is government intrusion into an already working system, right? Wow - where were you when you passed out the pickles, eh? Here's the fine point on that pencil, folks - - - - IT AIN"T WORKING NOW!!!!! We got private corporations making us all poorer, but blaming the government for the happiness such a system provides? Come on, people!! Wake up!!! Yer fallin' for the biggest snow-job every concocted.

Ya need to protect yer credit score, ya gotta have health insurance, car insurance, homeowner's insurance, walking down a public street insurance (cops), leaving buildings alive insurance (fire/building codes), on and on, and on! You've been totally hornswoggled! In fact, yer so blinded to the reality that is the so-called "free market," you can't even ENTERTAIN the idea you have, along with millions of yer fellow sheep, been, oh, how can I say this? Uh - led astray? Bullshitted? Lied to? Spit on with a handshake and a kick in the pants? Hey, pick yer own metaphor - they all apply.

So I don't want to hear this "keep the government out of my doctor's office" crap, 'cuz its already there. It's just that its been "privatized," and called "insurance companies" instead. Which, (oh, I can't believe I even have to point this out) means you, yes you, bucko, are simply paying a middle man, who doesn't even have to put anything back into the kitty, meaning, of course, the Treasury of the People of the United States.

So, good on you - ya killed any kind of reasonable approach to health insurance reform.

Feelin' better now? Hey, Doc! Give the kid a sucker.

Toodles.

Toyota's Done For; Ford Exhaults! It's Pedal to the Metal Time!!!

Ya know, 's funny, the way some folks hear things. For example - I say the weathers a bit unpredictable, sure as snot, some bozito is gonna say, "man, more rain?" Despite it having not rained for several years. Or, to put a finer point on it, say some big car company finally admits they have a problem with a component on some of their models, so they do the right thing and not only issue a quiet, under the counter type recall, but these guys actually go the next step of Zounds! closing down production and sales until they actually can fix the problem. And not only issue a recall, but open special repair centers to speed the process for owners of their vehicles. Yeah, I know, a VERY far-fetched scenario, but try to stay with me on this.

So say, by way of such an example, folks respond by saying such idiocies as "I'll never by one of those Flotsom's again, ya just ain't safe. I'm going back to a domestic model" (what's that, a shapely house keeper?) This despite the fact the Flotsom has the single best safety and reliability factor of any car on the road. And equally despite the fact the other car companies (most especially those "domestics" ) have about the worse reliability records, and, oh yeah, announce sotto voce nearly every year recalls up the exhaust pipe! But do the bozitos stop and think about the relativistic implications? That more than half of the models in Flotsam's fleet are just peachy, thank you? Or that Flotsom is being very public about this, spending what may very well amount to billions to fix the problem, that has, TO DATE, amounted in less than 20 known mishaps associated with said problem?

No, Virginia, they do not. Stop and think, that is. Instead, they go all "oh, my, the sky has fallen and I can't get up" stuff. 'Course, these are likely the same people who think the government should stay out of the health care bidness, while apparently failing to have heard about, uh, Medicare? Veteran's Hospitals?

Let's face it - that movie, "Idiocracy"? Definitely non-fiction.

Toodles

Pot Calls Kettle, Uh, Red?

The Prez gave his State of the Dis-Union speech this week, said some nice things, etc., had the usual crowd yeah-ing, and the other usual crowd spitting milk out of their noses. Alito looked as though he'd been stuck with a lemon-drop martini into his right eye, some Repugnicant gov gave the usual tainted-bromide response, and therein revealed the truth of the entire matter. No surprise, really. I mean, we all know damn well the Repugs cannot abide that colored guy messin' up their White Guy House, no surprise. But when they lay it out as a bald-faced truth about their , uh, thinking? on this topic, well, just a breath of pig swill, ain't it?

Every time I hear the likes of John-boy Boehnhead spit out stuff like "whenever the President wants to stop being partisan, we are ready to work with him." To do a disservice to the late great Jimi Hendrix, excuse me while I kiss the toilet. Just when have the Repugnicants ever even TRIED to be bi-partisan? Certainly not since the colored guy assumed their precious seat of power, that's for sure. Maybe its the word, what do you think? "Bi" partisan? I mean, these bozitos will screw anything with money, but if they have to actually ADMIT they could be a partner in solving this nation's woes, well, their acute homophobia kicks in. Wouldn't do to have their constituents think they were "gettin' cozy with the guys" now, would it?

Come on, people! This is the problem with extreme ideologies: screw the other guy while cloaking yourself in the mantle of righteousness. I see no substantial difference between the Far Wrong in this country and the Taliban. Both refuse to rest until all apostates are "converted" or eliminated, whether by bullet or ballot, as long as the "unbelievers" get the hell out of the way. Extremists are only different from each other in the type and degree of weaponry, with no real difference in motive or sense of God on their side and the devil to the rest of you.

People, we are ALL in deep doo here. And whatever your political stripes, the effect of the current disastrous state of the union is such that Repugs and Demoncrats, so-called In-depends, agnostics, and anarchists are all going down with the ship. Only the rich are staying somewhat above water. So why is it, that someone like John and Jane middle America, up to their throats in debt, fear and loathing, still allow themselves to fall for one set of political promises after another without EVER considering how the consequences, intended or otherwise, are going to make things even worse for them than it's already been for the past eight or none years? Face it - no politician makes a promise they can ever really keep. Even those who are candid about the reality have little power. Obstructionist on both sides of the aisle prevent anything from happening that doesn't benefit their rich and corporate butt-buddies, while simultaneously depriving the rest of us with anything resembling a fair deal.

I recently read a comment on some other blog, can't recall where it was or who said it, but the thought is what counts, eh? The posted offered an excellent idea - as long as the corporations keep buying politicians, we are always the ones getting screwed. Therefore, stop voting for any incumbent, except those who can prove they have taken NO corporate bribes, funding, etc., until the corporations start to realize they won't have the same guy/gal from one election cycle to the next, and start to see they are wasting their bribes. Lets turn over the slate in every election - Fed, state, and local - except for those who can show, with complete transparency, they only accept campaign donations of say, $500 or less from any given contributor, and none at all from any corporation. Throw all the other bums out. Will we lose some good and otherwise honest people? Sure. But since the Suckdream Court essentially gave the Government over to the corporatsnaktions, this is essentially the only real power we the people have left. So why not, as they say, get a little excersize?

Between the ineffectiveness of the Demoncrats, and the arrogance and intransigence of the Repugnicants, the idea of the Prez, of whatever stripe, actually getting things fixed in this country is as absurd as saying there will finally be individual jet-packs available for you and me, fifty years after they were promised by Popular Science. Hell, we don't even have jet-powered skateboards yet!

So, we have two choices: sit down, shut up, and spend every last dollar on crap you don't need, or stand up, make noise, and put your money where your mouth is.

Don't you think its time to send the Extremes packing?

Toodles.

You Want The Truth? We All Have Problems, But There Are Some Whose Troubles Seem Beyond The Pale

An article on the front page of today's NY Times, Cultural Riches Turn to Rubble in Haiti Quake, mentions one Paul Jude Camelot, who is an artist in that ravaged nation. He lost all his artwork, but worse, he lost all the fingers on both hands. Now, I don't know about you, but I am going to do whatever I can to help this fella. First, I intend to raise money to help him get treatment, and also to help him get back to his art. Unlike Pat Robertson, I know the difference between Christian charity and bullshit masquerading as holy jabber.

So, I am asking my one or two readers to send this blog to at least five other people, and ask them to do the same. I want you all to dig deep, five or ten bucks (come on, you can part with that much, I know it - ain't ONE of us whose got less than this fella) and I am going to seed the fund with $100.00 If you can match that amount, your name and photo (if you want, not if you don't) will be put here on the front page of the endoftheworldetc and you will be lauded and praised for all time (or, until the Internet collapses, but that won't be MY fault.) 

The fund will be set up with An international arts organization (Still working to get this finalized, I'll update by tomorrow), who will use funds collected to a) have devices called opposers made for Mr. Camelot's hands, so that he can grasp and hold everyday objects - cup, fork, pen - as well as his paintbrushes; and b) get funds directly to Mr. Camelot, and to the school he was attending, the Ecole Nationale des Arts. Help me help him and his fellow students (those who have survived) get back their educational opportunity, and help Haiti get back a bit of its cultural treasures. The arts, contrary to the insane claims of the anti-arts Far Wrong of the Pat Robertson/Jerry Falwell ilk, are often the one thing that can lift people's hope, and if what we are seeing of the disaster in Haiti is even the smallest portion of what has occurred, as I strongly suspect, then these people need all the hope they can get.  


So, what's it gonna be? Here is one thing to think about, even those out there who believe it cannot happen to them - it can happen to you. Earthquakes, tornadoes, floods, fires, etc., they happen to people all over the world, yes, Virginia, even here in America. One day, you may find yourself in similar circumstances. Where do you think help is gonna come from? 


Only from people who are generous and caring. 

That's you, isn't it?