Friday

Byaaaaahhhhh!

Our next president last night:

"The times are too serious, the stakes are too high for this same partisan playbook. So let us agree that patriotism has no party. I love this country, and so do you, and so does John McCain. The men and women who serve in our battlefields may be Democrats and Republicans and Independents, but they have fought together and bled together and some died together under the same proud flag. They have not served a Red America or a Blue America - they have served the United States of America.

So I’ve got news for you, John McCain. We all put our country first."


Hitting him where he needs to be hit. For too long the Republicans have recited this "Democrats hate America" meme while the Democrats themselves have sat back and done nothing about it. For now at least, it looks as if things are starting to change. And if we're going to pull this thing off in November, things had better start changing fast.

Thursday

Untitled...

Wow. Just wow. I can't help but post this after reading it at Shakesville.

Rather than post the entire image I want to type what this sexy beeotch wrote before attaching his likeness to said prose (my bolds):

You've been hurt before. You want a man who will treat you right, but you don't want to be hurt again. Sure, good men are out there. Successful men. Honest men. Fantastic handsome boy toys who will cater to your every whim and need. Alas, but you have not found one that has it all. The one your mother "told you about". The man of your dreams who will take care of you. Love you. Cherish you. A man who will be a father to your children. Someone who will go to that PTA meeting and will throw the ball around with little Clarence. Someone to blow on little Julie's knee when it gets a boo-boo. Most importantly, someone who will take Mommy and show her that there is a kind of passion that she has never even begun to imagine. Cascades of ecstasy and pleasure wrapped up in one 6-foot-3, 220 pound package.

Well Mommy, here is your payday.


Yeah, I know what your thinking...this guy must be the sexiest man to walk the face of the earth. Well, you'd be exactly right...Ladies, here is YOUR payday:



Told ya he was hot. I'm not even gay and I'd throw this guy my digits.

Please excuse me while I run down the hall to the bathroom so I don't get any vomit on my keyboard.

Wednesday

What the hell?

via Ed Brayton

That Glenn Beck is given a public forum from which he can spread this kind of idiocy will continue to vex me until the day one of us breaks free from this mortal coil. Just look at this (my emphasis):

And what we're trying to do is to erase all of the carbon offsets for the Democratic party. What we'd like to do is we would like to raise 70 million pounds of carbon. Now, this is going to take a Herculean effort, it really is. I don't know if we can do it. We can't mandate it. I can't say, hey, you've got to do this as a listener. What I'm just, I'm asking you to participate because it's for the children. You go to the website. Now, how many, how many extra miles can you pledge? Can you drive five extra miles a day? Can you take the long way home, the long way to work? Can you just warm up your car? I know it's August. Can you cool down your car? Can you get up like you do in the winter and just start your car? You know, it's hot or it's tepid when I get into my car. I would like it to be ice cold. Can you get up, start your car 15 minutes early and just let it run so it cools down. You know what I'm saying? Do your part. It's for the children. Why do you not care about our planet? Can you give me an extra day of increased garbage, maybe two, maybe three? Can you throw away some stuff that you don't really need to throw away? Can you not recycle? Can you throw your cans into the nonrecycling bin just for this week?...

Can you turn your thermostat down unnecessarily? I know you probably like it at a nice 70 degrees, maybe 72 degrees. Can you turn it down to 68 just this week. Can you take an extra long shower. How many loads of laundry can you do? Can you pledge just a few extra minutes in the dryer, after your clothes are dry, just let it go a couple of extra minutes. Do you have any fluorescent light bulbs? Can you would you pledge, would you pledge just to replace one of your fluorescent light bulbs with an incandescent light bulb today, just one. That's all we're asking, just one. We're trying to raise 70 million pounds of carbon and it's not going to be easy.


What a fuckin' dumbass! I'm at a loss for words. I've criticized Beck quite a bit in the past, but this is where I'm going to have to try and draw the line. Like a junkie trying to put down the needle, for my own personal health I can no longer acknowledge the existence of this human being. It is as simple as that. I fear that if I don't quit now, I will get sucked into a bottomless vortex of stupidity that will shatter my IQ and destroy any chance I have of leading a normal life. So Mr. Beck, it's been real, but I must bid you adieu - have a nice life.

Tuesday

"Literary Extreme Sports"

TBogg via Wonkette

When referencing Senator Turncoat:

"“It’s like two quarter-pound stools of alien space shit crashed into a toxic-waste dumpster in Stamford, Connecticut, fucked, and out came their mutilated, blood-soaked carcass of a baby rat-child, Senator Joseph Lieberman.”


That is by far one of the funniest things I've ever read (It's a little disturbing too). I like the idea of literary extreme sports...I'm in. Let the games begin.