Politicians everywhere might work just a little bit harder today, after news got out this weekend that one of the country’s best-loved politicians is a cat named Stubbs.
According to locals in Talkeetna, Alaska, the cat — who’s been in office for 15 years — first won his office because enough of the town’s 900 residents were so sick of the local politicians that they started a write-in campaign for Stubbs instead. He won, and they have been reelecting him ever since.
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Monday, July 16, 2012
Better than Bloomberg ...
I'll trade you a troll for the pussy:
STFU ...
I'm tired of the GOP whiners bitching about taxes:
To hear conservatives and Tea Partiers tell it, President Obama is a serial tax-raiser who has increased taxes on “millions of Americans.” But according to the latest data from the Congressional Budget Office, tax rates under Obama hit a 30-year low in 2009, in part because of the tax cuts he implemented in response to the country’s economic downturn:
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Goin' Ridin'
Off to ride the Donner Summit Trial put on by AHRMA today at the Auburn Ski Club property at Boreal Mountain Resort on Donner Summit. I rode a trial there last year, and they told us to stay in bounds because the biathlon team was practicing their marksmanship. Works for me. Heh. See yas.
Saturday Emmylou Blogging
A selection from the first Transatlantic Sessions series (1995) filmed in Scotland.
Dick Gaughan & Emmylou Harris ~ Both Sides of the Tweed
Thanks to lordchauncey.
Friday, July 13, 2012
No help, lotta noise
The Repug M.O.
The cartoonist missed a bet - shoulda included the old motorcycle trick of "here, let me help you steady that" and showed the elephant holding down the kill button.
Thanks to YubaNet.
The cartoonist missed a bet - shoulda included the old motorcycle trick of "here, let me help you steady that" and showed the elephant holding down the kill button.
Quote of the Day
From Rude Pundit's FB page:
Perfect.
So, by extension, Romney is saying that he could be President but not be responsible for what happens to the nation.
Perfect.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Shopping Day
Whirlwind trip to Carson City and right back. Too hot over there to take the pups. See yas.
Privileged Retard Redux
From Rachel's FB page re this piece:
It dawns on me that given that the same neocons who led us down the path of destruction under Cheney are now Romney advisers, they must be thinking "We got that last privileged retard into the White House to do our bidding. Let's do it again!"
I hate those neocon bastards. They should be shot on sight like Nazis.
"The Cheney vision of foreign policy, the neocon vision, the very hawkish vision, that still prevails in the Republican Party. ... If you listen to Mitt Romney talk right now, you're listening to Dick Cheney talk."
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It dawns on me that given that the same neocons who led us down the path of destruction under Cheney are now Romney advisers, they must be thinking "We got that last privileged retard into the White House to do our bidding. Let's do it again!"
I hate those neocon bastards. They should be shot on sight like Nazis.
The evil sluts ...
They have to pay a price. This is disgusting:
It would be nice if there would be some way to track how many young people die of an STD because of this and then charge these bastids with murder for every instance. Fuckers.
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Most Americans by now have a passing familiarity with the way the anti-choice movement has grown past attacks on abortion and is moving on to attacks on contraception access, from defunding Planned Parenthood to fighting the Obama administration on an HHS requirement to make contraception available without a co-pay to women with insurance. What they may see less of is the war on contraception that’s going on in the culture. Anti-choice activists have been turning up the volume on misinformation campaigns aimed at creating doubt in the public, especially among young people, about the efficacy of contraception. These efforts started in earnest under the Bush administration, with the explosion of federally funded abstinence-only programs. As those programs have mostly receded due to utter inability to convince kids to abstain from sex, efforts like 1 Flesh and the Pill Kills have stepped up to try to sow doubts about the use of contraception.
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It would be nice if there would be some way to track how many young people die of an STD because of this and then charge these bastids with murder for every instance. Fuckers.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
My Finances: An Explanation from Mitt Romney
NEW YORK (The Borowitz Report) July 11, 2012 – Republican presidential nominee Mitt Romney today released this letter to the American people:
Dear American Person:
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Let's say you met the love of your life, and you wrote her a series of passionate love letters. In these letters, you told her how you intended to protect her, cherish her, and always keep her safe. And then let's say somebody went and told you that you had to make those love letters available for the world to see. If you're even half the man I am, you'd say, "Heck no."
Well, in my case, the love of my life is my money. (If you don't believe me, ask Ann.) And my tax returns are like my love letters to my money, detailing the lengths to which I'll go to keep my precious money from being taken away from me. If you think I should make those love letters public, then I'm sorry, my friend, but you don't believe in love.
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In conclusion: if refusing to release my tax returns and having foreign bank accounts is wrong, I don't want to be right. I did it all for love. And as your President, I promise I will never, ever come between you and the thing you love. Unless you're gay. (Laughing Out Loud.)
Don't worry, Willard, you're not in any danger of being right about anything. Glad to see you're doing all the lying and pandering out of the love of money. It's positively Biblical.
Repeatedly Banging Forehead On Keyboard Headline Of The Day
Pastor: ‘God wants Ron Paul to be president… We must obey’
The worse-than-stupid, it burns even worse than stupid. Yeesh.
Headline of the Day
NAACP boos Romney for promising to kill ‘Obamacare’
Note to Willard: Well, what did you expect? Those folks aren't your Dead End Quarter base. They probably don't really like you and were actually there to hear what you had to say, which as usual was nothing/wrong/lies. Ya gotta pick your spots, dude.
Willard at the Beach
El Rude-o on the fundraisers down the street from Fixer's house:
Word. One round woulda got 'em all. Sigh.
Heh.
At what point in yesterday's bacchanalia on the beach did Mitt Romney think things had might have gone too far? Held at the ocean-kissing home of billionaire David Koch, it was a $50,000 a head fundraiser for the ostensible Republican nominee for president. Really, one well-placed drone attack and the moral balance of the world would have instantly improved significantly.
Word. One round woulda got 'em all. Sigh.
At Koch's joint, Romney's lips were already chapped because of all the moneyed dick and clit he had engorged in the first two gatherings. He turned to Ann, who smiled and knew her job for the rest of the evening. God, it was an awful spectacle. Ann Romney was handed around like a blow-up doll during hazing time at a frat house filled with pledges. Mitt watched, loyal husband, as the financiers and corporate CEOs and executives took turns, sometimes two or three at a time, and Ann graciously, even lady-like, took it all, all the pricks and twats, all the fingers and tongues, all the juices and jizz, like a fountain in reverse. If Mitt didn't know better, he'd think that Ann enjoyed it. When the hosts, David and Charles Koch, were done tag-team fisting her, they said they had a surprise, one that they knew Mitt would go along with. When they brought out the horse, Mitt didn't even feel queasy. How else would he earn enough filthy lucre to surpass the vaunted Obama fundraising machine? He winked at Ann and, oh, a splendid time was had by all. Especially the horse.
Of course, there was no alcohol or caffeine. You have to draw the line somewhere.
Heh.
How to make love to a boson*
*We spelled it different in the service. Wasn't no "how-to" guide either. Heh.
If it's Wednesday it must be Morford being all dazzled by the Higgs boson.
The way we're going, one tiny, invisible particle won't save us. It doesn't give a shit and will dance happily on without us.
If it's Wednesday it must be Morford being all dazzled by the Higgs boson.
We must agree on a basic framework. We must share a semi-coherent baseline of common understanding. Gravity. Relativity. Evolution. White wine with fish. Radiohead. That sort of thing. Otherwise it’s all tiny-brained creationism, lizard overlords from the fifth dimension and thinking God hiccuped one groggy morning, and boom, gazelles. And no one wants that.
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And isn’t this, ultimately, the entire point? Are we not are like Scheherazade herself in 1001 Nights, spinning our fanciful, cliffhanger stories to the universe every night in the desperate hope our tales, our discoveries, our bosons will earn us just one more pardon?
The way we're going, one tiny, invisible particle won't save us. It doesn't give a shit and will dance happily on without us.
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