This is what I saw on Letterman, and it blew me away. This is also what happened after the commercial came on and we at home missed..Now see why I love this band?....THIS my friends..is Rock and Rock...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ds3yl7YjVyM
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
CAJUN JOKE
A Cajun who died went to hell.
The devil assigned him the usual punishment...put him in the mass pit where the heat was melting others.
The devil came back sometime later surprised to find the Cajun just sitting around, not even misting, much less sweating. "How come you're not so much as sweating here where everyone else is screaming for relief from the heat?
"The Cajun laughed and said, "Man, I was raised in the bayous of Sout Looziana.. Dis ain't nothin' but May in Lafayette to me!"
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He put him in a sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and four extra furnaces blasting. When he came back, days later, the Cajun was sitting pretty, had barely begun to bead up with sweat. The devil was outraged.
"How is this possible!? You should be melted to a shrieking puddle in these conditions!.
"The Cajun laughed even harder than before. "Hey, man! I done tole you. I was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis is heat?! Dis ain't nothin' but August in Jennings!"
So the devil thought, 'Alright, a little reverse ought to do the trick.' He put the Cajun into a corner of hell where no heat ever reached. It was freezing and to add to the Cajun's misery, he added massive icebergs and blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun was shivering, ice hung from every part of him but he was grinning like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked "HOW!? How is it possible?! You're impervious to heat and here you sit in conditions you can't be used to...freezing cold and yet you're happier than if you were in heaven.. WHY?!
"The Cajun kept grinning and asked, "Dis mean de Saints won da Super Bowl?"
The devil assigned him the usual punishment...put him in the mass pit where the heat was melting others.
The devil came back sometime later surprised to find the Cajun just sitting around, not even misting, much less sweating. "How come you're not so much as sweating here where everyone else is screaming for relief from the heat?
"The Cajun laughed and said, "Man, I was raised in the bayous of Sout Looziana.. Dis ain't nothin' but May in Lafayette to me!"
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He put him in a sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and four extra furnaces blasting. When he came back, days later, the Cajun was sitting pretty, had barely begun to bead up with sweat. The devil was outraged.
"How is this possible!? You should be melted to a shrieking puddle in these conditions!.
"The Cajun laughed even harder than before. "Hey, man! I done tole you. I was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis is heat?! Dis ain't nothin' but August in Jennings!"
So the devil thought, 'Alright, a little reverse ought to do the trick.' He put the Cajun into a corner of hell where no heat ever reached. It was freezing and to add to the Cajun's misery, he added massive icebergs and blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun was shivering, ice hung from every part of him but he was grinning like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked "HOW!? How is it possible?! You're impervious to heat and here you sit in conditions you can't be used to...freezing cold and yet you're happier than if you were in heaven.. WHY?!
"The Cajun kept grinning and asked, "Dis mean de Saints won da Super Bowl?"
Friday, January 22, 2010
LATEST PAINTINGS BY PHILLIP FULGHAM
I don't know what they are, I don't know what they represent. All I know is I like them..a lot..He said he'd been carrying that face around with him for years and finally this is what he did with it.
STOLEN FROM THE TEXAS OBSERVER..
So Long, Democracy, It’s Been Good to Know You
posted on January 22, 2010 at 6:00 AM
Thursday was not merely a 9/11 for American democracy — it was worse. The Supreme Court's appalling and unconscionable 5-4 ruling in Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission means, essentially, one thing: Corporations will not just dominate, but rule, American politics for the forseeable future. On Paul Burka's Texas Monthly blog, UT law professor David Anderson summed it up chillingly: “This is the end of politics as we know it, the end of democracy as we know it.”It is almost impossible to comprehend the immensity of what has happened. As The New York Times wrote in an appropriately apocalyptic editorial, "With a single, disastrous 5-to-4 ruling, the Supreme Court has thrust politics back to the robber-baron era of the 19th century. Disingenuously waving the flag of the First Amendment, the court’s conservative majority has paved the way for corporations to use their vast treasuries to overwhelm elections and intimidate elected officials into doing their bidding."Congress must act immediately to limit the damage of this radical decision, which strikes at the heart of democracy," the Times wrote. But limiting the damage is all that can be done by Congress. It is doubtful that anything can be done to prevent the Citizens United decision — surely the most radical act of judicial activism in American history — from twisting democracy into an expression of pure, unadulterated corporate will. The fat cats have won — and won in a way that even the most cynical of us never really believed possible. The ruling, based on a profound perversion of the First Amendment, frees corporations from a longstanding ban that had been upheld repeatedly, for decades, against their spending directly on campaigns. Halliburton, Exxon-Mobil, Microsoft: They can now fork out as much as they want, as much as they need, to elect corporate shills like Gov. Rick Perry. And they can spend any amount to defeat any candidate who might dare stand up to them on behalf of the people. Once in office, politicians will be committing political suicide if they dare to, say, vote for a health-care reform bill not favored by insurance companies. Or if they raise their voices against a war that the defense contractors want to use to fatten their profits. Republicans will be short-term beneficiaries of this decision, of course. Especially Republicans in states like Texas, where unions — which can also now spend unlimited amounts on campaigns — are anemic compared to corporations. As Howard Fineman of Newsweek said last night on MSNBC, "Democrats in red states: Look out." But Democrats will not be the only losers. We will all lose — all of us, that is, who are not content to passively surrender control of our government to corporations. The celebrations of right-wingers like Hiram Sasser of the Liberty Legal Institute in Plano, who idiotically called the decision "a major victory" that "ends a dark period of political censorship," only demonstrate the bottomless depths of their stupidity. The baldfaced lies of such politicians as Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, who had the gall to claim that "sunshine" laws would make everything OK by letting people see who was buying their elections, only demonstrate the depth of their utter contempt for democracy. All is not quite lost. While many on the right will be lulled by partisanship into thinking this is a good thing, saner people will surely not roll over and allow this to happen without hollering at the tops of their voices and trying to do something. But what? President Obama spoke out immediately and strongly against the ruling and vowed to work with Congress to pass laws that would enable citizens to continue to have some small voice in the democratic process.
That's good. But even it it happens, it won't be enough. Ultimately, the only thing that can save us from complete corporate control of the U.S. government will be a new Supreme Court ruling overturning this atrocity. If I were Pat Robertson, I'd be advising everyone to pray for one of the five justices who will now go down in history — if real history is still allowed to be written, read and taught in the America of the future — as agents of tyranny, as traitors of the most infamous kind, to be struck down somehow so that Obama can appoint a justice who gives a whit about the U.S. Constitution and the liberty of our people. I'm not Pat Robertson. But I am as angry and vengeful and terrified, as I write this, as that bizarre man has ever been. The Five Horsemen of the American Apocalypse have materialized, in black robes, and they have left what remained of democracy in smoking ruins.
posted on January 22, 2010 at 6:00 AM
Thursday was not merely a 9/11 for American democracy — it was worse. The Supreme Court's appalling and unconscionable 5-4 ruling in Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission means, essentially, one thing: Corporations will not just dominate, but rule, American politics for the forseeable future. On Paul Burka's Texas Monthly blog, UT law professor David Anderson summed it up chillingly: “This is the end of politics as we know it, the end of democracy as we know it.”It is almost impossible to comprehend the immensity of what has happened. As The New York Times wrote in an appropriately apocalyptic editorial, "With a single, disastrous 5-to-4 ruling, the Supreme Court has thrust politics back to the robber-baron era of the 19th century. Disingenuously waving the flag of the First Amendment, the court’s conservative majority has paved the way for corporations to use their vast treasuries to overwhelm elections and intimidate elected officials into doing their bidding."Congress must act immediately to limit the damage of this radical decision, which strikes at the heart of democracy," the Times wrote. But limiting the damage is all that can be done by Congress. It is doubtful that anything can be done to prevent the Citizens United decision — surely the most radical act of judicial activism in American history — from twisting democracy into an expression of pure, unadulterated corporate will. The fat cats have won — and won in a way that even the most cynical of us never really believed possible. The ruling, based on a profound perversion of the First Amendment, frees corporations from a longstanding ban that had been upheld repeatedly, for decades, against their spending directly on campaigns. Halliburton, Exxon-Mobil, Microsoft: They can now fork out as much as they want, as much as they need, to elect corporate shills like Gov. Rick Perry. And they can spend any amount to defeat any candidate who might dare stand up to them on behalf of the people. Once in office, politicians will be committing political suicide if they dare to, say, vote for a health-care reform bill not favored by insurance companies. Or if they raise their voices against a war that the defense contractors want to use to fatten their profits. Republicans will be short-term beneficiaries of this decision, of course. Especially Republicans in states like Texas, where unions — which can also now spend unlimited amounts on campaigns — are anemic compared to corporations. As Howard Fineman of Newsweek said last night on MSNBC, "Democrats in red states: Look out." But Democrats will not be the only losers. We will all lose — all of us, that is, who are not content to passively surrender control of our government to corporations. The celebrations of right-wingers like Hiram Sasser of the Liberty Legal Institute in Plano, who idiotically called the decision "a major victory" that "ends a dark period of political censorship," only demonstrate the bottomless depths of their stupidity. The baldfaced lies of such politicians as Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, who had the gall to claim that "sunshine" laws would make everything OK by letting people see who was buying their elections, only demonstrate the depth of their utter contempt for democracy. All is not quite lost. While many on the right will be lulled by partisanship into thinking this is a good thing, saner people will surely not roll over and allow this to happen without hollering at the tops of their voices and trying to do something. But what? President Obama spoke out immediately and strongly against the ruling and vowed to work with Congress to pass laws that would enable citizens to continue to have some small voice in the democratic process.
That's good. But even it it happens, it won't be enough. Ultimately, the only thing that can save us from complete corporate control of the U.S. government will be a new Supreme Court ruling overturning this atrocity. If I were Pat Robertson, I'd be advising everyone to pray for one of the five justices who will now go down in history — if real history is still allowed to be written, read and taught in the America of the future — as agents of tyranny, as traitors of the most infamous kind, to be struck down somehow so that Obama can appoint a justice who gives a whit about the U.S. Constitution and the liberty of our people. I'm not Pat Robertson. But I am as angry and vengeful and terrified, as I write this, as that bizarre man has ever been. The Five Horsemen of the American Apocalypse have materialized, in black robes, and they have left what remained of democracy in smoking ruins.
MY NEPHEW PHILLIP'S CANCER AND CURES
I got a lovely phone call from my Nephew Phillip and his lovely wife Lora Lee from the cancer clinic in Arizona. He just had surgery to mend his last incision from his surgery and his latest bout of chemotherapy. The news is great. This might be his last round of chemo, they're not sure. But as of now the tumor on his bladder, and the ones on his liver are gone. No sign of cancer. He owes it to the treatments found below. Anyone interested he's more than glad to give you all the information and details. He sounded so much better when I talked to him this time. Before he sounded weak and kinda down. This time he voice was stronger and he sounded chipper, up beat and ready to get back to living his life. I'm so happy. They are such great people. I will also start showing some of his paintings..I think most of you have seen the mermaid he painted for me, but will post them all and his new ones too. He's really talented and I'm so proud of him. I have been burning up the candles for him and going to St. Mary's to talk to Jesus Mama. Where my conversations (out loud..naturally) are along the lines of "Look, I'm only going to ask you this one more time, tell your kid my Nephew needs help with his cancer."..Where Father Ed usually walks out sees its me and goes back into his office.
Life is good in West, By Goddess, Texas.
http://www.antiaging-systems.com/a2z/artemisinin.htm
http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2005/nanocell.html
Life is good in West, By Goddess, Texas.
http://www.antiaging-systems.com/a2z/artemisinin.htm
http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2005/nanocell.html
Thursday, January 21, 2010
NEW BAR DRINK
A NEW BAR DRINK
A woman and her boyfriend are out having a few drinks. While they’re Sitting there having a good time together, she starts talking about this Really great new drink.The more she talks about it, the more excited she gets, and starts trying to talk her boyfriend into having one.After a while he gives in and lets her order the drink for him. The Bartender brings the drink and puts the following items on the bar:
1. A salt shaker,2. A shot of Baileys,3. A shot of lime juice.
The boyfriend looks at the items quizzically and the woman explains.
First you put a bit of the salt on your tongue.Next you drink the shot of Baileys and hold it in your mouth.And finally you drink the lime juice.'So, the boyfriend, trying to go along and please her, goes for it.
He puts the salt on his tongue........salty but OK.He drinks the shot of Baileys and holds it in his mouth.........smooth, Rich, cool, very pleasant. He thinks..........this is OK.
Finally he picks up the lime juice and drinks it..
1. In one second the sharp lime taste hits
2. At two seconds the Baileys curdles
3. At three seconds the salty, curdled taste & mucous-like Consistency hits
4. At four seconds it feels as if he has a mouth full of nasty snot
This triggers his gag reflex, but being manly, and not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, he swallows the now foul tasting drink.
When he finally chokes it down he turns to his girlfriend, and says, Jesus what do you call that drink?'
She smiles widely at him and says, 'Blow Job Revenge.'
A woman and her boyfriend are out having a few drinks. While they’re Sitting there having a good time together, she starts talking about this Really great new drink.The more she talks about it, the more excited she gets, and starts trying to talk her boyfriend into having one.After a while he gives in and lets her order the drink for him. The Bartender brings the drink and puts the following items on the bar:
1. A salt shaker,2. A shot of Baileys,3. A shot of lime juice.
The boyfriend looks at the items quizzically and the woman explains.
First you put a bit of the salt on your tongue.Next you drink the shot of Baileys and hold it in your mouth.And finally you drink the lime juice.'So, the boyfriend, trying to go along and please her, goes for it.
He puts the salt on his tongue........salty but OK.He drinks the shot of Baileys and holds it in his mouth.........smooth, Rich, cool, very pleasant. He thinks..........this is OK.
Finally he picks up the lime juice and drinks it..
1. In one second the sharp lime taste hits
2. At two seconds the Baileys curdles
3. At three seconds the salty, curdled taste & mucous-like Consistency hits
4. At four seconds it feels as if he has a mouth full of nasty snot
This triggers his gag reflex, but being manly, and not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, he swallows the now foul tasting drink.
When he finally chokes it down he turns to his girlfriend, and says, Jesus what do you call that drink?'
She smiles widely at him and says, 'Blow Job Revenge.'
DEXTER...STILL GROWING.
Go ahead..touch my kitty...I dare you.
I am NOT your pretty kitty kitty kitty, nummykins.
Does Pizza House Deliver?
Are you ever going to get up and feed me?
Your blocking Cat Diary on the TV.
Dinner or Die..
I swear to the Goddess, he gains a pound a day. Can you see the M on his forehead..? Stands for Me, Me, Me.
So'......I'm sitting on the pot letting the oatmeal do it's job this morning, minding my own business, while doing my business and as I sit there Dexter bites me on the ass. Yes, I know my ass is on the pot, but there is some overage and seems he can't resist it. He also thinks I am playing with him when I wipe my ass so he attacks my hand and the toilet paper. Going to the bathroom now days is a lot more exciting than it used to be before Dexter.
My nephew sent me two of his paintings and I usually am alert to where Dexter is when I get company like delivery people because he uses the distraction to make his great escape. So Tuesday I'm at the door signing the clip board for my 2 paintings and I see Dexter sneak out the door. I says:"You son of a bitch."....the UPS guy's head snaps up and he said "pardon me?"..I says:"Oh, not you, the cat... Dexter, he just escaped again."....He said:"Dexter? You named your cat after a serial killer?"...I says:"It's a lot better to scream Dexter when he gets out then 'you little mother fucker' like I wanted to name him. They may start leaving my packages at the office. The only reason I can catch him when he gets out is his love for treats...I just take the container of his snacks out and rattle the bottle and he just drops like a rock and waits for me to feed him. I pick him up and carry him and he's so big he hangs from my arm to the top of my legs..like carrying a croker sack of potatoes.
I'm working on a post about West, haven't done one in a while but there isn't much going on..Kinda boring in West the last couple of weeks..Everyone is just hibernating and waiting for Westfest. Speaking of which, I think this will be our thirty fifth anniversary coming up. I hope they have something better planned then the regular ole bands. I want them to get some of the 2nd or 3rd place winners from the American Idol contests. When they have their first meeting I'm going..see if I can piss off the old farts and let them loosen up on the reins a little so we can get someone new to play. Some one Good. Ok..gotta go...Nancy ordered some books from the Waco Library for me, plus I finally got the new Steve Berry book, the new T. Jefferson Parker book, and the second book by Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played With Fire. Can't wait till the third one comes out so Nancy can get it for our library. I have been reading up a storm. Cutting into my Pogo games. Y'all come back and see me ya'hea?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I WANT TO BE SIX AGAIN
I Want To Be Six Again
To Whom it May Concern:I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old.
The tax base is lower.
I want to be six again.I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place in the world to eat.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.
I want to be happy, because I don't know what should make me upset.
I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality.
I want to be six again.I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don't know the concept of death.
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used for escape from the things I should be doing.
I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them. I want to be six again.
I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else.
I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for.
I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist and how to find the money to fix the old car.
I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up and what I'll be, who I'll be and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want that time back.I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.
I want to be six again.
Author Unknown
To Whom it May Concern:I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old.
The tax base is lower.
I want to be six again.I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place in the world to eat.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.
I want to be happy, because I don't know what should make me upset.
I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality.
I want to be six again.I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don't know the concept of death.
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used for escape from the things I should be doing.
I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them. I want to be six again.
I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else.
I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for.
I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist and how to find the money to fix the old car.
I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up and what I'll be, who I'll be and not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want that time back.I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth.
I want to be six again.
Author Unknown
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
JANIS JOPLIN ONE TAKE..BOBBY MCGEE..
this is amazing..she was amazing..and special nod to Kris Kristofferson who wrote this amazing song. Don't make singers like her any more.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irU5oihACj4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irU5oihACj4
THE HEAVY
I saw them on Letterman last night and they rocked my old rock and roller ass to the floor..been singing this song all day long..well, the one line...over and over again..."how do you like me now?"...Dexter thinks I have lost my mind and doesn't like my singing at all. Every time I start to sing, he runs under the bed. Everybody's a critic. I have to get this CD...it's a yafta.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
SOONER SPEAKS...
Yes, folks..he's back, with his own weird warped take on the world and those who fuck it up. With out further ado...here's Sooner.
Word: Dicklet
Definition: An asshole of such profound proportions that he can only be described as a small piece of shit tasting chewing gum that is a Chiclets sized little square dick.
As in, Rush Limbaugh and Pat Robertson are little square shit tasting Chiclets sized dicks, they're Dicklets!
I have reached this conclusion after the latest press releases these two nimrods have thrown at the media, a black funk has be-shitted my normally good mood. My intellect has been be-shat upon.
Controversial conservative talk radio host Rush Limbaugh is defending earlier comments in which he accused President Obama of using the disaster in Haiti for political gain.
"I do believe that everything is political to this president," Limbaugh said on his radio show yesterday. "Everything this president sees is a political opportunity, including Haiti, and he will use it to burnish his credentials with minorities in this country and around the world, and to accuse Republicans of having no compassion."
President Obama has dedicated $100 million for immediate relief efforts in Haiti, calling it a "top priority."
The president has not politicized the matter or criticized Republicans' response to the disaster. Republicans, in fact, have largely expressed their support for the president's efforts.
White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs did accuse Limbaugh specifically of having no compassion after his original remarks: "I think in times of great crisis, there are always people that say really stupid things," Gibbs said yesterday. "I don't know how anybody -- I don't know how anybody could sit where he does, having enjoyed the success that he has, and not feel some measure of sorrow for what has happened in Haiti."
The conservative magazine the National Review defended a portion of Limbaugh's original comments in which he questioned the effectiveness of giving aid to Haiti via the government.
"On the facts, Rush is right," writes Jim Geraghty. "The tale of U.S. foreign aid to Haiti is maddening, as well-meaning Americans dump more and more money to alleviate suffering, only to see little or no actual improvement in the living conditions on the ground."
Geraghty points to a Reuters article outlining a history of corrupt and weak civil services in Haiti that has slowed the distribution of American aid. Now, in the aftermath of this giant earthquake, the biggest challenge for government and private relief efforts alike is the lack of infrastructure available to move supplies.
Now, Rush...
Is it really such a crime that Obama is helping Haiti, even if it raises his "stock" value to the world media, can compassion and caring for our fellow human beings make his approval ratings be that much better?
Maybe, maybe not. I wonder if a tornado were to strike just YOUR fucking house if the First responders might stop for a cup of coffee, or conveniently "get lost"(our G.P.S. got a virus)....thousands dead and dying, starving, suffering....Haiti is a festering mess...,I wish Obama would make a Foreign Relief Body Bag Technician out of your petty ass.
Maybe it's just me, but I believe that regardless of whether I am a Republican, a Democrat, left or right, I am sick of your hatred and lies. You are rather porcine in appearance, so therefore your voodoo dolls will resemble Porky the fucking pig. And they will have a "squeal" function that will actuate upon piercing, you whiny greasy pig faced little Dicklet.
You were just wanting another 5 minutes of fame. You are a 5 star Dicklet.
NEW YORK, New York -- Pat Robertson, the American Christian televangelist and host of "The 700 Club," said that Haitians need to have a "great turning to god" while he was reporting on the devastating 7.0 earthquake that shook the island nation - the most powerful to hit the country in a century.
As Haitian Prime Minister Jean-Max Bellerive said "well over" 100,000 people may have died in the natural disaster, Robertson took to the airwaves Wednesday on his show and said that the country has been "cursed by one thing after another" since they "swore a pact to the devil."
"Something happened a long time ago in Haiti and people might not want to talk about," Robertson said Tuesday.
"They were under the heel of the French, you know Napoleon the third and whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said 'We will serve you if you will get us free from the prince.' True story. And so the devil said, 'Ok it's a deal.' And they kicked the French out. The Haitians revolted and got something themselves free. But ever since they have been cursed by one thing after another," Robertson said.
And Pat, they do not sacrifice their young, blood-let on little dolls(except yours, it looks like a little square dick), nor do they cast spells or curses (except for your little square dicked ass), nor did they make a pact with Satan to level themselves, nor do I believe that God had anything to do with it . I think it was the massive fault line that they have been getting warnings about,.... of course after the 4 HURRICANES that slammed into Haiti just last year. Oh, and Haiti is the poorest country in our Western Hemisphere, no Wal-Mart's or Telethons there, you hypocritical shit tasting little Dicklet.
A man of the lord would not say these things, a jackal of the beast will spread fear and hatred.
Prey for mercy, your day will come...judgement will be swift and just.
You are the Shit Master General of the entire Dicklet Pacific Fleet.
FOOTBALL
Apocalypse Now, 1979
Kurtz: (Brando)
"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving."
This has been the season for the Dallas Cowboys, I watched in horror, was it going to be Good Tony, or BAD Tony.
Would the defense show up ...or lay down and point fingers at each other.
Well, we all know how it shook down. And at least they will have the same core or personnel back next year to build upon. They have offensive line issues, and depth issues. Another great addition would be a good slot receiver (Shipley) and a fucking kicker. Bad call hiring a dude that was cut from the Redskins, must have been Jerry's idea. Suisham couldn't kick his way out of a mob of crutch using war vets let alone a simple field goal. He is FIRED.
Roy E. Williams needs a salary adjustment, and most likely a swift kick in the ass, at least he tried towards the end of the season.
Barber is getting beat up, better hope that Jones and Choice stay healthy, they have the only true 3 headed monster in the NFL...it would be nice to see more wildcat , but they need another speed option...run and pass threat if they needed it...maybe another corner.
Martellus Bennett needs his ass kicked too. Big-assed young buck didn't do shit, and all he has to do is jump up and catch the fucking ball. He is a waste of talent, needs to be used in the red zone when it counts...just toss it up and drag it down.
Now I am a Viking fan, so I say this with sincerity. It will come back to haunt them, the late touchdown.
Football is war, any thing goes. But the Cowboys will not forget that shit, and Childress will get his smug chinless ass shoved up his ass one day, courtesy of Ware and Brooking going out of bounds on Peterson or Rice, IT IS INEVITABLE. What goes around, comes around.
Now we got Saints, Jets , Colts and Vikings....I would like to hear your thoughts, even if it involves the prettiest uniform, which I call the The Prettiest Uniform Theory. With that being said, I pick the Saints over the Vikings, and the Jets over the Colts. And the big Kahuna will be ....WHO DAT?
Now I have given the Saints the kiss of death, so it is written, so it shall be done.
Word: Dicklet
Definition: An asshole of such profound proportions that he can only be described as a small piece of shit tasting chewing gum that is a Chiclets sized little square dick.
As in, Rush Limbaugh and Pat Robertson are little square shit tasting Chiclets sized dicks, they're Dicklets!
I have reached this conclusion after the latest press releases these two nimrods have thrown at the media, a black funk has be-shitted my normally good mood. My intellect has been be-shat upon.
Controversial conservative talk radio host Rush Limbaugh is defending earlier comments in which he accused President Obama of using the disaster in Haiti for political gain.
"I do believe that everything is political to this president," Limbaugh said on his radio show yesterday. "Everything this president sees is a political opportunity, including Haiti, and he will use it to burnish his credentials with minorities in this country and around the world, and to accuse Republicans of having no compassion."
President Obama has dedicated $100 million for immediate relief efforts in Haiti, calling it a "top priority."
The president has not politicized the matter or criticized Republicans' response to the disaster. Republicans, in fact, have largely expressed their support for the president's efforts.
White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs did accuse Limbaugh specifically of having no compassion after his original remarks: "I think in times of great crisis, there are always people that say really stupid things," Gibbs said yesterday. "I don't know how anybody -- I don't know how anybody could sit where he does, having enjoyed the success that he has, and not feel some measure of sorrow for what has happened in Haiti."
The conservative magazine the National Review defended a portion of Limbaugh's original comments in which he questioned the effectiveness of giving aid to Haiti via the government.
"On the facts, Rush is right," writes Jim Geraghty. "The tale of U.S. foreign aid to Haiti is maddening, as well-meaning Americans dump more and more money to alleviate suffering, only to see little or no actual improvement in the living conditions on the ground."
Geraghty points to a Reuters article outlining a history of corrupt and weak civil services in Haiti that has slowed the distribution of American aid. Now, in the aftermath of this giant earthquake, the biggest challenge for government and private relief efforts alike is the lack of infrastructure available to move supplies.
Now, Rush...
Is it really such a crime that Obama is helping Haiti, even if it raises his "stock" value to the world media, can compassion and caring for our fellow human beings make his approval ratings be that much better?
Maybe, maybe not. I wonder if a tornado were to strike just YOUR fucking house if the First responders might stop for a cup of coffee, or conveniently "get lost"(our G.P.S. got a virus)....thousands dead and dying, starving, suffering....Haiti is a festering mess...,I wish Obama would make a Foreign Relief Body Bag Technician out of your petty ass.
Maybe it's just me, but I believe that regardless of whether I am a Republican, a Democrat, left or right, I am sick of your hatred and lies. You are rather porcine in appearance, so therefore your voodoo dolls will resemble Porky the fucking pig. And they will have a "squeal" function that will actuate upon piercing, you whiny greasy pig faced little Dicklet.
You were just wanting another 5 minutes of fame. You are a 5 star Dicklet.
NEW YORK, New York -- Pat Robertson, the American Christian televangelist and host of "The 700 Club," said that Haitians need to have a "great turning to god" while he was reporting on the devastating 7.0 earthquake that shook the island nation - the most powerful to hit the country in a century.
As Haitian Prime Minister Jean-Max Bellerive said "well over" 100,000 people may have died in the natural disaster, Robertson took to the airwaves Wednesday on his show and said that the country has been "cursed by one thing after another" since they "swore a pact to the devil."
"Something happened a long time ago in Haiti and people might not want to talk about," Robertson said Tuesday.
"They were under the heel of the French, you know Napoleon the third and whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said 'We will serve you if you will get us free from the prince.' True story. And so the devil said, 'Ok it's a deal.' And they kicked the French out. The Haitians revolted and got something themselves free. But ever since they have been cursed by one thing after another," Robertson said.
And Pat, they do not sacrifice their young, blood-let on little dolls(except yours, it looks like a little square dick), nor do they cast spells or curses (except for your little square dicked ass), nor did they make a pact with Satan to level themselves, nor do I believe that God had anything to do with it . I think it was the massive fault line that they have been getting warnings about,.... of course after the 4 HURRICANES that slammed into Haiti just last year. Oh, and Haiti is the poorest country in our Western Hemisphere, no Wal-Mart's or Telethons there, you hypocritical shit tasting little Dicklet.
A man of the lord would not say these things, a jackal of the beast will spread fear and hatred.
Prey for mercy, your day will come...judgement will be swift and just.
You are the Shit Master General of the entire Dicklet Pacific Fleet.
FOOTBALL
Apocalypse Now, 1979
Kurtz: (Brando)
"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving."
This has been the season for the Dallas Cowboys, I watched in horror, was it going to be Good Tony, or BAD Tony.
Would the defense show up ...or lay down and point fingers at each other.
Well, we all know how it shook down. And at least they will have the same core or personnel back next year to build upon. They have offensive line issues, and depth issues. Another great addition would be a good slot receiver (Shipley) and a fucking kicker. Bad call hiring a dude that was cut from the Redskins, must have been Jerry's idea. Suisham couldn't kick his way out of a mob of crutch using war vets let alone a simple field goal. He is FIRED.
Roy E. Williams needs a salary adjustment, and most likely a swift kick in the ass, at least he tried towards the end of the season.
Barber is getting beat up, better hope that Jones and Choice stay healthy, they have the only true 3 headed monster in the NFL...it would be nice to see more wildcat , but they need another speed option...run and pass threat if they needed it...maybe another corner.
Martellus Bennett needs his ass kicked too. Big-assed young buck didn't do shit, and all he has to do is jump up and catch the fucking ball. He is a waste of talent, needs to be used in the red zone when it counts...just toss it up and drag it down.
Now I am a Viking fan, so I say this with sincerity. It will come back to haunt them, the late touchdown.
Football is war, any thing goes. But the Cowboys will not forget that shit, and Childress will get his smug chinless ass shoved up his ass one day, courtesy of Ware and Brooking going out of bounds on Peterson or Rice, IT IS INEVITABLE. What goes around, comes around.
Now we got Saints, Jets , Colts and Vikings....I would like to hear your thoughts, even if it involves the prettiest uniform, which I call the The Prettiest Uniform Theory. With that being said, I pick the Saints over the Vikings, and the Jets over the Colts. And the big Kahuna will be ....WHO DAT?
Now I have given the Saints the kiss of death, so it is written, so it shall be done.
Monday, January 18, 2010
MONDAY STUMBLES AFTER A SUNDAY LOSS...feck
used all the anger from the game to clean house..then Dexter shredded a roll of toilet paper in the living room while I was cleaning the bathroom..Dexter's name sake won a Golden Globe for Dexter...pretty fecking cool.
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