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August 30, 2005
Curmudgeonly, But Optimistic
BRAVO!!! Seriously, I couldn't have said it better myself...
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August 29, 2005
New Levels of Depravity
Well, up until now I've successfully avoided the Sheehan topic altogether.
I find it disturbing that the MSM and the democrats so shamelessly use this obviously fragile and clueless woman for their own political devices. The endless fawning coupled with the senseless, moronic yammering with no discernable point whatsoever seriously makes me want to wretch.
Today I read this story.
Here's what I have to say.
Cindy Sheehan: Babbling fool and puppet. Unlike your son, you’ll be used and forgotten.
Martin Sheen: Self important, clueless, pompous asshat. You play dress-up and pretend. I was quite active in this category by age three. You do it for a living. Get a job. Tool…
MSM: What’s left to say? You do more damage daily to this country than Muslim fanatics could do in a lifetime. Most of you deserve to be choking on your last breath at the end of a rope.
Dr. Phil: I saw you on an ad on the website carrying that ridiculous story and I hate you. If I met you in person, I'd probably take the opportunity to punch you in the face. I just thought I'd get that off my chest because this IS my blog and if you don't like it, you can go waste time playing online poker. I never asked you to surf in here anyway. Jerk...
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August 24, 2005
Bobber
Let me set the record straight, I'm not a biker by any stretch of the imagination. I don't own a motorcycle. My wife literally bursts into tears when I even mention the idea of buying one. I'm sure I would be ridiculed by REAL bikers for being some kind of yuppie American Chopper watching poseur (guilty). However, my latest fantasy finds me dreamily scanning motorcycle websites and today this picture set me all breathless and wishy-washy.
Most men approaching their mid-thirties may get weak in the knees at the sight of an exotic sportscar but this little honey sets me on fire. She brings a tear to my eye. To whoever is lucky enough to own this gem, I hope that someday you meet that special someone. When you do, drop me an email, I'll be happy to take her off your hands (the bike that is).
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What is News?
Pat Robertson finds himself back in the news for claiming that the United States Government should assassinate Venezuelan President (dictator) Hugo Chavez.
Now we all know that the left is consistently on the wrong side of every issue and is blatantly anti-American. We also know that Chavez is exactly the kind of America-hate spewing communist poster boy that the left adores. So is it really surprising that left-wing groups (Media Matters for America) and self important political ambulance chasers (Jesse Jackson) are all over this like ants on honey? If Pat Robertson were anything other than a conservative Christian fundamentalist, nobody cares and it’s not news. Because the left can screech one of their favorite words (hypocrite!!!) and, at the same time, bash a Christian, this is front page material. Where are Jesse Jackson and Media Matters for America when some private citizen calls for the assassination of the President of the United States? Where is the New York Times when private citizens call President Bush a terrorist?
Hugo Chavez is a danger to the people of the United States. He will continue to be a danger to the people of the United States until the day his bloated carcass is chewed on by insects. Being a private citizen and free to speak under the first amendment of our constitution, I’d like to say that there are few things that would make me happier than to know that our Federal Government was firmly handling their number one priority and reason for existing (protecting the private citizens of the United States) and disposing of all imminent threats to our well being. Hugo Chavez should be one, in a line of dangerous international thugs that should be swiftly disposed of for the safety and betterment of the human race. But I’m not on television opposing the views of the mainstream media and the political left with their ideology of evil. I don’t have the attention of millions when I call philanderers sinners and abortionists murderers so I guess that’s not news.
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August 23, 2005
A Day
Snuggle, snort, in warm soft
together with people-ness
a slumber of one
life-beats in time
Awake with the music
masters shuffle and stretch
give nice talk and belly to rub
in bed my tongue can reach your ears
Arise, ready for FOOD?
We dance to the spoon and dish
we take turns licking them clean
let’s go OUTSIDE
Kind word and a kiss
jingle of keys, clicking of feet
only their smell to sit with
and the distant tick of the clock
So we sigh and we wait
and we wait and we sleep
watch for the shadows and sound
to signal the end of the hunt
Oh joyous return!
we run to crowd at the door
jump, sing, and be one
again the pack is whole
We beg and are spoiled
FOOD – GOODIES – OUTSIDE
we sit and watch from a distance
as masters take place at the kill
GO FOR A RIDE
the PARK, we wander and speak
the silent tales of the pack
alive with the strength of our many
Then den to our smells
some quiet and time
we bed and our beats fall together
asleep, in tune with our kin
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August 10, 2005
Parking Lot Rage
Just a gripe...
I wish I had a dollar for every second of my life I have wasted in my car in a supermarket parking lot stuck behind some loser that refuses to move because they are waiting for someone else to load their groceries in their trunk and pull out of their spot.
Here's a clue for anyone so astonishingly lazy that they can't walk an extra 100 feet. The time it takes you to wait for someone else to vacate a "good" spot is more than twice the time it would have taken you to park further away and walk the distance. If you can't bear the walk, maybe you need to get a handicap sticker and park in one of the frequently vacant (and always too numerous) handicap parking spaces instead of holding up everyone else and creating a real cluster.
Sometimes I just want to wait for those people to FINALLY park and get out of their car so I can run them over. See how long it takes them to walk in the store then...
These are the same people that park their shopping carts in the middle of the %$#@ aisle and proceed to slowly browse every single can on the shelf in an attempt to select only the ripest, most succulent can while keeping everyone behind them from getting on with their lives.
Yeah, I guess I feel a little bit better. Thanks, that is all.
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August 05, 2005
Funky Outdoorsy
Not a total hippie?
I guess I don't buy into these things because there were actually two pictures that I was really drawn toward and I could only pick one. After awhile it's just a matter of eenie-meenie-ing (just try saying that) my way to personal introspection. In any case, I guess I am outdoorsy, and I'm admittedly very impulsive. Like many now well rounded responsible people, I was ONCE rather hippie-ish until I grew up, got a job, and starting paying property taxes. What's that saying, "if you're not a liberal before 20 you have no heart and if you're not a conservative before 30 you have no balls". It's something like that... Anyway, hat tip to her redness and to probably 10,000 other blogs that I don't want to read that posted the same thing. What can I say, cacti are cool...
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Senator Santorum Book Signing
I skipped out of work for a few minutes this morning to head over to the Borders Bookstore across the street from our office in Bethel Park, PA. Senator Rick Santorum was signing his new book. The Senator talked to the crowd a little bit and was very gracious signing, posing, and listening. I know it sounds cliché but he seemed like a really nice, down to earth guy.
Moveon.org announced that they would attend and protest the event, which was half the reason I went in the first place. Of course, only a small number of unwashed misfits actually made an appearance. There was the snarky little Borders employee that rang up my book. He took one look at my “Footprint of the American Chicken” t-shirt from Lifelibertyetc.com and immediately gave me the aloof, “I’m obviously dealing with an intellectual inferior”, attitude so popular at bookstores. I handed him my MAC card and he requested to see my driver’s license. I keep a calling card from my grandfather’s funeral in my wallet. It has the twenty-third psalm printed on one side and a picture of Jesus on the other. I opened my wallet and held it up, however the picture flaps stuck to the license holder and I unwittingly stood there flashing a picture of Jesus Christ at this scrawny little moonbat behind the counter. The result was, of course, comedic gold. The guy acted like I had just heaved a bucket of dung on his shirt. I laughed at his outlandish breathless overreaction, remedied the situation, completed the transaction, and headed downstairs.
To my disappointment, very few hippies actually showed up. There was one strange little man that kept hassling the people in line. He was bothering the lady in front of me and the poor lady had no idea what to do. He was almost threatening in his strangeness and quiet closeness. I stepped in between him and the lady and then he started in on me. I told him that I thought he was a little too close. He continued to hassle me until I told him that I felt threatened. I told him that if he didn’t step back that I was going to defend myself and that I would break his “skinny hippie neck”. The look I got back was priceless. The honorable Bethel Park Police made their presence obvious and the guy slipped into the background.
There was another tinfoil hat wearing lunatic that must have said the wrong thing to the Senator because, again, the honorable Bethel Park Police wasted no time in leading the “gentleman” outside. In the parking lot there was the ubiquitous dirty guy in Birkenstocks flanked by two femi-nazis holding up signs that really didn’t make any sense. All in all, it was a very positive experience as the sensible God fearing normal folks outnumbered the desperate nonsensical riff-raff by at least 20 to 1. I snapped a picture, got my book signed, thanked the Senator, and shook his hand.
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August 02, 2005
Bathroom Wisdom
I just posted a note above the urinals in the men's room of the building I work at that said:
"Seeing as though you’re just standing there with your member in your hand, perhaps you could be a real swell guy and pull on the handle when you’re done eh?That would be splendid…"
Does my insistence on good bathroom habits make me any less of a man? Is it unreasonable to assume that most civilized men are motivated enough to not treat their work place restroom like a frat kegger party bathroom? Is it too much to expect the slobs to actually WASH their hands upon exiting the stall so that it wouldn't be necessary to utilize a hand towel when opening the door?
It is situations like this that, every once in a great while, cause me to wonder if life would be better as a woman. But then I have a good laugh and the notion goes away, it always does.
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