You may have noted that I blasted the recent U.S.-Indian nuclear deal because of the contradictory diplomatic signals it sends to our ally on the war on terrorism, Pakistan (where Osama is probably hiding out at the moment Howard Hughes-like). Secretary of State Tokenette Rice (or "Clueless Condi"), gushed about the pact as only she can. You may observe that the terms of the agreement weren't disclosed in this article. However, this piece asserts that it has been criticized as a threat to non-proliferation efforts. No shit Sherlock!
While India has been a democracy, it has often been on the brink of political chaos and there is a good deal of infighting between ethnic and religious groups. That isn't exactly a great security environment in which to help them with their nuke program.
A hardy "fuck you!" to Henry Hyde, who was the main culprit in making this come to pass and to the idiot Democrats who went along with it.
As if that werent' bad enough, the fuckin' morons in Louisiana voted William Jefferson back into office in a runoff election. What the bejesus does it take there to get voters attention? A hundred grand in the icebox ain't bizarre enough for y'all?
There was some grousing in the comments section of Americablog that the Republicans might have mobilized to return Jefferson to Washington in order to embarrass the incoming Democrat majority. I wouldn't put it past those motherfuckers (look at Lieberman's being permitted to darken the Senate for another term as an example), but it is also indicative of the crisis of morality in America's black communities. Maxine Waters, Marion Barry, and now Jefferson. I hope you enjoy all the negative attention black caucus!
I also want to know what the fuck the Clinton Administration was thinking when they bugged Princess Diana. Unless her main squeeze, the weedy Dodi Fayed, was associated with terrorism, this isn't exactly the greatest diplomatic thing a nation can do to an ally.
Yet, the reaction to this was curiously muted in the London Times, once one of the finest newspapers in the world but which has since become another in a line of Rupert Murdoch fishwraps. This report doesn't mention the U.S. spying at all and a columnist tells Britain to "get over it" in relation to Diana's death.
One wonders if Murdoch was playing up to PM Tony Blair by not having the country's newspaper of record make a stink about the bugging. It becomes weirder when you consider that the news of the bugging was on the NY Post's site, another Murdoch echo chamber, and London Times rival the Observer wrote about it.
However, the British-based Reuters News Service also skipped mentioning the bugging. In fact, it only offered a cursory bit about the drunken state of her driver and in a not very prominent way. The BBC, the government tv outlet, also omitted anything about the wiretapping. Make of that what you will.
As a side note, British pols are being urged to drop the phrase, "war on terror" because it makes people in the Muslim world angry. Boo fucking hoo. What pc bullshit that is.
Not every pc, though, is that Neil Bush and the Carlyle Group are very friendly with a sheik who is being accused by the U.S. of being a trader in child slaves. Not that anyone should be suprised.
On another "with friends like these" tip, is this. Try not to laugh too loudly.
On the other hand, the Saudis are now saying that the Middle East is about to explode into regional warfare at least partially thanks to Bush's incompetent handling Iraq. Call him The Firestarter. The next time you dumbasses decide to vote for one of your own take a look at the situation in the Middle East and how Boy George screwed it up even more than it already was. If you still pull the lever for a retard please blow your brains out afterward and get yourself out of the gene pool, okay? This is a guy who confuses the words "vision" and "delusion."
Remember back in Vietnam when the NLF (the bad guys) were basically able to amble into Saigon and buy weapons off of street corners and mosey back into the battlefield with them? Deja vu!
Meanwhile, Bush's economic magic is absolutely delighting travelers who take foreign vacations. Well, maybe not.
Adding to that is the Cambodianization of Central Africa.
I have stopped buying CD's. It has been three years now since my last purchase. Aside from the prices just being too damned high, the fact that they are now often loaded with code that prevents them from being played on my laptop or pc really hocked me off. This was before the Rootkit controversy, which further strengthened my resolve to forego buying recorded music. I now just listen to Live 365, which is an internet radio site with thousands of individual stations, tons of which are better than anything that terrestrial radio can offer, or utilize my already extant collection. But now it appears the record industry might finally be getting a clue regarding this matter. It's about fucking time.
Now for the idiotic lawsuit of the day award. How ghoulish is THAT? Their claim is not only specious, it is insulting to those who died. Now they are attempting to capitalize on the incident. What rat bastards.
If you're a sexual predator, Washington state's health care system is your paradise, as this pathetic reports informs us.
Hey, you think the Japanese are feeling pretty good about that report having to do with condoms produced to international size standards being too big for Indian pricks? The Japanese have a huge inferiority complex when it comes to the U.S., one of them centering on penis size. This, in fact, was parodied in an episode of South Park. So while India has some pretty damned fabulous food, it isn't a place you want to go if you're a woman or a gay male seeking a good bit of stuffing.
But you Americans celebrating your relative weenie wealth need to know this, too: many Japanese women complain that the members of U.S. males are often too funyafunya (soft and floppy) to be enjoyed internally, a contrast to their native land's gents, who may stick out a little less but do so with more firmness.
Showing posts with label Bush family. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 10, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
And a Child Shall Lead Them....Into the Valley of Death
When Floyd R. Turbo Bush was appointed by the Supreme Court to be President, the tv punditocracy crowed that, finally, the grownups were back at the White House after what they saw as the youthful excesses and lack of respect for the office by former President Bill Clinton and his staff. Indeed, "Quisling Chris" Matthews used those very words to describe the incoming administration.
Another NBC newscarney, Tim Russert, went to a White House party flashing a "Bush for President" pin he had under one of his lapels to Republican bigwigs. The rumor on the hill was that Matthews was angling for the press secretary's job and one has no doubt that so was Russert.
And that is before you get to the pro-government Faux Nooz, which was a virtual informercial outlet for Boy George specifically and the GOP in general.
Well, we are about to wrap up 2006 and it is apparent that I was right about Turbo when I remarked back in 2001 that there was something awfully childish about him. That culminated Thursday in the Iraq Study Group report that was not only a repudiation of Bush's handling of the war, but it tacitly undercut all the talking heads who had basically flacked for what will go down as by far the lowest collection of creeps, knaves and boobs to ever be handed the reigns of power to the greatest country in world history.
Ultimately, what is at the heart of this is Turbo boy, the neo-Romanov retard. What all the professional political blabbers and conservative camp followers backed wasn't an adult man, but an arrested adolescent, and with catastrophic consequences at that.
During his presidential campaign, H. Ross Perot spoke of "the crazy aunt in the basement," which was the ballooning budget deficit that was threatening American economic stability and yet nobody was seriously attempting to get a handle on it.
The Bush family's equivalent to that was Turbo. He apparently had some learning difficulties as a child and they weren't helped that much by his boorish, drunken battleaxe of a mother. So he was never much of a student and not particularly athletic, either, a contrast to his father, who played first base at Yale after serving in WWII, and his brother, Jeb, who was considered to be the most intellectually gifted of the Scanner and Battleaxe offspring (which resultd in Binghampton Press and Sun Bulletin writer David Rossie to remark, "being the brightest Bush boy is a little like being the most talented oboe player in Logan, Ohio.") and who got involved in banking after he took a degree in Latin American Studies. Jeb also registered for the draft, but wasn't called up.
By contrast, Turbo, an indifferent student, could only be a cheerleader and had to depend on daddy not only for his slot at Yale, but to save his ass from going to Vietnam by arranging a phony baloney position in the Texas Air National Guard during years which were mostly fuled by large amounts of alcohol and cocaine. When he attempted to get involved in the oil business his father's business buddies, which included members of the Saudi royal family, were there to bail him out when the ventures failed.
The same proved true in how Turbo became a millionaire, as Bush crony Tom Hicks brought him on board to help run the Texas Rangers, after which he sold his interest in the ballclub for a handsome amount.
While this perhaps improved his economic position, it was still evident that he still felt that he would forever be consigned to the kid's table at Thanksgiving dinner. A run for office that predated his involvement with the Rangers saw him get spanked.
He subsequently met his now wife, Laura, who basically became his surrogate mother, converting him to religion (kind of like how Jeb had gone from being a Protestant to a Catholic at the urging of his Mexican spouse) and getting him to, as the story would have it, forego the booze.
Nonetheless, even after making all that cash with Texas, Bush continued to surround himself with his daddy's buddies, even when he was named President of the United States. This should have set off all kinds of alarm bells for two reasons: one, these guys were all a bunch of thieves; two, it exhibited how Bush has trouble standing on his own two feet. In other words, he was now in Washington D.C. but had never truly moved away from home.
Unfortunately, when you go from running a parochial state such as Texas to a boisterous democracy of 300 million, it was soon evident that Bush was over his head. Lobbyists wrote most of the Congressional legislation for the GOP and all Bush had to do was rubber stamp it. But when it came to having to deal with the hardcore nitty gritty of issues when meeting with his advisers, he retreated into a fantasy world. The No Child Left Behind Act was the most insidious of the Bush fairy tales, federalizing the education system (not entirely a bad thing in itself as there needs to be some kind of national uniformity therein, but when you don't fund it the whole thing creates havoc) while not lending school systems the financial help they need to make it have a chance of working.
He continued to insist that he was a "uniter, not a divider," even as the GOP setup the most vicious propaganda apparatus in American history, and remained on vacation at his Crawford haberdashery (all hats, no cattle) while New Orleans was being destroyed by Republican neglect. The firestorm of criticism that engendered put Turbo back into photo op mode, as he was apparently convinced that they can salve over any resentment, something he has repeated in his trips to Iraq even as he presided, Nero-like, over the distaster that evolved into. Adivsers, not wanting to lose their cushy political perks, increasingly resorted to telling Turbo wanted to hear, a situation resembling that of the Joe Stalin administration.
And it is the folly of Iraq that will go down as Bush's biggest fiasco. Again, he called on his dad's buddies, Colin Powell and Ronald Dumbsfeld, to try to one up Scanner's successful campaign (though we lost the peace in that deal) to expel Saddam Hussien out of Kuwait.
Bush then engaged in one of the most laughable if it weren't so tragic photo ops in U.S. history when he threw that "Mission Accomplished" wingding dressed in a flightsuit, leading some of his critics to dub him, "commander codpiece."
The rationale for the second Iraq War was deeply flawed, attacking it in the name of the war on terrorists who had aided the 9/11 incidents, who were based in Afghanistan. Jon Stewart of the Daily Show later compared this to erecting a dam in Arkansas to deal with the flooding from Katrina, another sign of Turbo's childlike delusional tendencies.
It degnerated from there, as the administration, totally ignorant of Iraqi culture and history, ended up enabling sectarian warfare that escalated into full on civil war. 3,000 American and untold hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilian dead later, Scanner's friend James Baker, headed up a commission that excoriated Turbo's handling of the conflict and urged that the U.S. negotiate with two members of what Turbo had cartoonishly slammed as "the axis of evil," Iran and Syria.
Faced with his glum development, Bush once more crawled back into his fantasy world, where "we are winning the war in Iraq."
Inevitably, Bush has now set up the conditions for one of the great massacres since the Rwandan Genocide or the war in the Balkans. His dad isn't going to be able to help him out of that. That will be his legacy. All because he was coddled by Scanner and then tried to live up to what dad did.
This will also be the legacy of those who spurred Bush on, be it Rich Lowry, Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, Bill Frist, Karl Rove, Russert, Matthews, David Brooks, Bob Novak, Joe Lieberman, Jerry Falwell, James Dobson, you name 'em, you know who they are. Treat them as if they were Nazi collaborators who created the atmosphere that raised this little man to the most powerful position on earth and got us a humiliating defeat that is also a defeat for civilization and progress.
Another NBC newscarney, Tim Russert, went to a White House party flashing a "Bush for President" pin he had under one of his lapels to Republican bigwigs. The rumor on the hill was that Matthews was angling for the press secretary's job and one has no doubt that so was Russert.
And that is before you get to the pro-government Faux Nooz, which was a virtual informercial outlet for Boy George specifically and the GOP in general.
Well, we are about to wrap up 2006 and it is apparent that I was right about Turbo when I remarked back in 2001 that there was something awfully childish about him. That culminated Thursday in the Iraq Study Group report that was not only a repudiation of Bush's handling of the war, but it tacitly undercut all the talking heads who had basically flacked for what will go down as by far the lowest collection of creeps, knaves and boobs to ever be handed the reigns of power to the greatest country in world history.
Ultimately, what is at the heart of this is Turbo boy, the neo-Romanov retard. What all the professional political blabbers and conservative camp followers backed wasn't an adult man, but an arrested adolescent, and with catastrophic consequences at that.
During his presidential campaign, H. Ross Perot spoke of "the crazy aunt in the basement," which was the ballooning budget deficit that was threatening American economic stability and yet nobody was seriously attempting to get a handle on it.
The Bush family's equivalent to that was Turbo. He apparently had some learning difficulties as a child and they weren't helped that much by his boorish, drunken battleaxe of a mother. So he was never much of a student and not particularly athletic, either, a contrast to his father, who played first base at Yale after serving in WWII, and his brother, Jeb, who was considered to be the most intellectually gifted of the Scanner and Battleaxe offspring (which resultd in Binghampton Press and Sun Bulletin writer David Rossie to remark, "being the brightest Bush boy is a little like being the most talented oboe player in Logan, Ohio.") and who got involved in banking after he took a degree in Latin American Studies. Jeb also registered for the draft, but wasn't called up.
By contrast, Turbo, an indifferent student, could only be a cheerleader and had to depend on daddy not only for his slot at Yale, but to save his ass from going to Vietnam by arranging a phony baloney position in the Texas Air National Guard during years which were mostly fuled by large amounts of alcohol and cocaine. When he attempted to get involved in the oil business his father's business buddies, which included members of the Saudi royal family, were there to bail him out when the ventures failed.
The same proved true in how Turbo became a millionaire, as Bush crony Tom Hicks brought him on board to help run the Texas Rangers, after which he sold his interest in the ballclub for a handsome amount.
While this perhaps improved his economic position, it was still evident that he still felt that he would forever be consigned to the kid's table at Thanksgiving dinner. A run for office that predated his involvement with the Rangers saw him get spanked.
He subsequently met his now wife, Laura, who basically became his surrogate mother, converting him to religion (kind of like how Jeb had gone from being a Protestant to a Catholic at the urging of his Mexican spouse) and getting him to, as the story would have it, forego the booze.
Nonetheless, even after making all that cash with Texas, Bush continued to surround himself with his daddy's buddies, even when he was named President of the United States. This should have set off all kinds of alarm bells for two reasons: one, these guys were all a bunch of thieves; two, it exhibited how Bush has trouble standing on his own two feet. In other words, he was now in Washington D.C. but had never truly moved away from home.
Unfortunately, when you go from running a parochial state such as Texas to a boisterous democracy of 300 million, it was soon evident that Bush was over his head. Lobbyists wrote most of the Congressional legislation for the GOP and all Bush had to do was rubber stamp it. But when it came to having to deal with the hardcore nitty gritty of issues when meeting with his advisers, he retreated into a fantasy world. The No Child Left Behind Act was the most insidious of the Bush fairy tales, federalizing the education system (not entirely a bad thing in itself as there needs to be some kind of national uniformity therein, but when you don't fund it the whole thing creates havoc) while not lending school systems the financial help they need to make it have a chance of working.
He continued to insist that he was a "uniter, not a divider," even as the GOP setup the most vicious propaganda apparatus in American history, and remained on vacation at his Crawford haberdashery (all hats, no cattle) while New Orleans was being destroyed by Republican neglect. The firestorm of criticism that engendered put Turbo back into photo op mode, as he was apparently convinced that they can salve over any resentment, something he has repeated in his trips to Iraq even as he presided, Nero-like, over the distaster that evolved into. Adivsers, not wanting to lose their cushy political perks, increasingly resorted to telling Turbo wanted to hear, a situation resembling that of the Joe Stalin administration.
And it is the folly of Iraq that will go down as Bush's biggest fiasco. Again, he called on his dad's buddies, Colin Powell and Ronald Dumbsfeld, to try to one up Scanner's successful campaign (though we lost the peace in that deal) to expel Saddam Hussien out of Kuwait.
Bush then engaged in one of the most laughable if it weren't so tragic photo ops in U.S. history when he threw that "Mission Accomplished" wingding dressed in a flightsuit, leading some of his critics to dub him, "commander codpiece."
The rationale for the second Iraq War was deeply flawed, attacking it in the name of the war on terrorists who had aided the 9/11 incidents, who were based in Afghanistan. Jon Stewart of the Daily Show later compared this to erecting a dam in Arkansas to deal with the flooding from Katrina, another sign of Turbo's childlike delusional tendencies.
It degnerated from there, as the administration, totally ignorant of Iraqi culture and history, ended up enabling sectarian warfare that escalated into full on civil war. 3,000 American and untold hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilian dead later, Scanner's friend James Baker, headed up a commission that excoriated Turbo's handling of the conflict and urged that the U.S. negotiate with two members of what Turbo had cartoonishly slammed as "the axis of evil," Iran and Syria.
Faced with his glum development, Bush once more crawled back into his fantasy world, where "we are winning the war in Iraq."
Inevitably, Bush has now set up the conditions for one of the great massacres since the Rwandan Genocide or the war in the Balkans. His dad isn't going to be able to help him out of that. That will be his legacy. All because he was coddled by Scanner and then tried to live up to what dad did.
This will also be the legacy of those who spurred Bush on, be it Rich Lowry, Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, Bill Frist, Karl Rove, Russert, Matthews, David Brooks, Bob Novak, Joe Lieberman, Jerry Falwell, James Dobson, you name 'em, you know who they are. Treat them as if they were Nazi collaborators who created the atmosphere that raised this little man to the most powerful position on earth and got us a humiliating defeat that is also a defeat for civilization and progress.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Americablog Verbal Plays of the Day
Culled from Americablog:
Yo quiero . . . STOMACH PUMP. Hey, look on the bright side of things. Gay marriage has been kept out of Iraq! Mission Accomplished. Why do the Alps HATE AMERICA???The Alps have a WELL-KNOWN liberal bias. We should have known they were up to no good when they allowed those liberal troublemakers, the Von Trapp family, to safely escape Austria.
Clearly, if the Alps are not with us, then they are against us. Bouquets of eidelweiss and boxes of chocolate await their liberators! Proof that nature is evil and hates America - Wildlife joins the War on Christmas! when do they start blaming Clinton for the alps?I am now convinced that Snow has something to do with the Alp coverup. I've done a fair bit of mountin' in my time. Lately, I've become a bit of a slope-poke.
Here's my campaign: "Support gay marriage. Because no good Christian watches lesbian porn with unmarried actresses."The chimp is known for his own radioactive element - balonium 69. at least 30% of the u.s. population has been exposed, with lethal results expected.Personally, instead of watching [Bush] drag his ass on the lawn, I would rather see him plant his ass on the grass and spin in circles like some dogs with worms do... It would be the most entertaining thing the sick wankstain would ever do! And poppy could be on hand to cry while Pickles pops valiums and swills vodka. Come on now, where would a twinkie be without partially hydrogenated vegetable oil?
In Mark Foley's bedroom? Ooh, did I just write that?Might be a sore twinky, though... Did foley use vegetable oil to loosen up those twinkies?
As far as weight gain goes, the LARD helps those who help themselves.Wanna bet they find Al Qaeda on Mars?
Yo quiero . . . STOMACH PUMP. Hey, look on the bright side of things. Gay marriage has been kept out of Iraq! Mission Accomplished. Why do the Alps HATE AMERICA???The Alps have a WELL-KNOWN liberal bias. We should have known they were up to no good when they allowed those liberal troublemakers, the Von Trapp family, to safely escape Austria.
Clearly, if the Alps are not with us, then they are against us. Bouquets of eidelweiss and boxes of chocolate await their liberators! Proof that nature is evil and hates America - Wildlife joins the War on Christmas! when do they start blaming Clinton for the alps?I am now convinced that Snow has something to do with the Alp coverup. I've done a fair bit of mountin' in my time. Lately, I've become a bit of a slope-poke.
Here's my campaign: "Support gay marriage. Because no good Christian watches lesbian porn with unmarried actresses."The chimp is known for his own radioactive element - balonium 69. at least 30% of the u.s. population has been exposed, with lethal results expected.Personally, instead of watching [Bush] drag his ass on the lawn, I would rather see him plant his ass on the grass and spin in circles like some dogs with worms do... It would be the most entertaining thing the sick wankstain would ever do! And poppy could be on hand to cry while Pickles pops valiums and swills vodka. Come on now, where would a twinkie be without partially hydrogenated vegetable oil?
In Mark Foley's bedroom? Ooh, did I just write that?Might be a sore twinky, though... Did foley use vegetable oil to loosen up those twinkies?
As far as weight gain goes, the LARD helps those who help themselves.Wanna bet they find Al Qaeda on Mars?
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Random Thoughts
Anyone ever wonder what Scanner Bush would look like in an orange jumpsuit? We should have been able to get an eyeful of that during the Iran-Contra affair, when Bush clearly perjured himself in denying that he had anything to do with the scheme.
Now he and his buddies at the Carlyle Group may be investigated for insider trading after acquiring Taiwanese chip packaging firm ASE. Moreover, the purchase appears to be part of a quid pro quo to evade Taiwan's laws having to do with investing in the mainland Chinese market. China is an enemy of the United States. Yes, a Bush helping American enemies, a tradition for over 70 years.
According to media reports, the hellspawn of Turbo Bush, Barbara and Jenna (kind of like Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie, except without the "class"), have been asked to leave Argentina due to security issues. One Latin American tabloid had the twins cavorting starkers in the hallway of their hotel, but the hotel staff denied it.
What enquiring minds REALLY want to know is: do they swallow and do they prefer doggy style over missionary? Kind of hard to imagine their mom sticking Turbo's cock in her mouth (that is Condi's job, according to some of the more salacious Washington D.C. rumors), but the daughters sound like they could have a taste for tube steak.
But pulling out early to prevent having more boys aborted in Iraq are the Brits, Poles and Italians. The U.S. is being increasingly isolated and with Iraqi officials looking to bring Iran into the diplomatic mix in order to try to shut this insurgency down, the extent of Bush's debacle and America's tragedy seems to get bigger with every passing day.
Unfortunately, if Jordan's King Abdullah is correct, it will be civil wars for everybody during the coming year. It's too bad that Turbo has had to learn on the job that diplomacy does count. And it is even more distressing the size of his unilateralist mess is becoming.
Mitt's dick side exposed in gay flip flop.
Knives come out for GOP leaders as party takes a digger in Hawaii.
Pat Buchanan, America's most noted crank, actually thinks Vlad Putin had nothing to do with the poisoning death of Alexander Litvinenko. Somebody prescribe him some Lithium, okay? Sheesh! Look Pat, what Putin has to gain from this is silencing critics in Russian emigre communities abroad. He has already completely cowed the domestic media. Moreover, there is increasing speculation that Putin has engaged in false flag operations that resulted in the deaths of dozens of innocent civilians so that he could setup Chechen rebels to be crushed (not that I have any sympathy for the Chechen side, who are a bunch of morons, for the most part).
It appears that men may finally have a pill on the way that will allow them to engage in pregnancy risk-free poking. Of course, this has the hosanna hut denizens up in arms, who argue that it will cause more STD's since there will be less condom use. What they forget is all the unmarried and even married couples who will use it so as not to cause an unwanted knocking up. So in the end, all these voyeuristic rollers of the holy smoke are attempting to do is stick their noses into people's private business. Again, religion is never having to mind your own business.
But paying for the screwing they have been giving consumers for decades is Ford, whose debt notes were downgraded by Standard and Poor. Ford has always sucked, the lowlights being the Edsel and those exploding Pintos. It is too bad that their ill fortune has resulted in the layoffs of tens of thousands of workers over the years, but the fact is that anyone with a brain should have seen this coming. Like GM, this company has been run into the ground by incompetent management. But will those execs pay the price for that? No. Mr. and Mrs. Lineworker will. So if this company disappears, and it probably will in my lifetime, nobody will miss it from a qualitative standpoint.
Also being ankled for poor product is television. Young people are abandoning the idiot box more and more in favor of internet video content. Your sulfuric soothsayer has had his tube in the upright and off position almost the entire Thanksgiving holiday period, the only things interrupting that silence being the USC-Notre Dame tilt (being a California native it is ingrained into my genetic code to watch it) as well as an episode of a cartoon called Metalocalypse, which is a hilarious series about a dimwitted but mindblowingly popular fictional death metal band. Instead, I often hang out at You Tube and watch music and people's personal videos.
Back in the land of white trash, Canadian bimbo Pam Anderson and her yingyang husband, Detroit's Kid Rock, are splitting. Never saw THAT coming, did you? While I have no respect for any rapper except for Wycliffe Jean (and that is only because he is a megatalented musician and not just the usual gangbanging dumbass), Kid Rock has had an engaging dorkiness and obviously loves music even if you wouldn't want him as a neighbor.
Don't crumple up that piece of notepaper just yet. It could be the hot new data storage medium and I ain't talking books here. You gotta check this out.
Finally, to the Iraq Study Group, thanks for a whole lot of nothing.
Now he and his buddies at the Carlyle Group may be investigated for insider trading after acquiring Taiwanese chip packaging firm ASE. Moreover, the purchase appears to be part of a quid pro quo to evade Taiwan's laws having to do with investing in the mainland Chinese market. China is an enemy of the United States. Yes, a Bush helping American enemies, a tradition for over 70 years.
According to media reports, the hellspawn of Turbo Bush, Barbara and Jenna (kind of like Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie, except without the "class"), have been asked to leave Argentina due to security issues. One Latin American tabloid had the twins cavorting starkers in the hallway of their hotel, but the hotel staff denied it.
What enquiring minds REALLY want to know is: do they swallow and do they prefer doggy style over missionary? Kind of hard to imagine their mom sticking Turbo's cock in her mouth (that is Condi's job, according to some of the more salacious Washington D.C. rumors), but the daughters sound like they could have a taste for tube steak.
But pulling out early to prevent having more boys aborted in Iraq are the Brits, Poles and Italians. The U.S. is being increasingly isolated and with Iraqi officials looking to bring Iran into the diplomatic mix in order to try to shut this insurgency down, the extent of Bush's debacle and America's tragedy seems to get bigger with every passing day.
Unfortunately, if Jordan's King Abdullah is correct, it will be civil wars for everybody during the coming year. It's too bad that Turbo has had to learn on the job that diplomacy does count. And it is even more distressing the size of his unilateralist mess is becoming.
Mitt's dick side exposed in gay flip flop.
Knives come out for GOP leaders as party takes a digger in Hawaii.
Pat Buchanan, America's most noted crank, actually thinks Vlad Putin had nothing to do with the poisoning death of Alexander Litvinenko. Somebody prescribe him some Lithium, okay? Sheesh! Look Pat, what Putin has to gain from this is silencing critics in Russian emigre communities abroad. He has already completely cowed the domestic media. Moreover, there is increasing speculation that Putin has engaged in false flag operations that resulted in the deaths of dozens of innocent civilians so that he could setup Chechen rebels to be crushed (not that I have any sympathy for the Chechen side, who are a bunch of morons, for the most part).
It appears that men may finally have a pill on the way that will allow them to engage in pregnancy risk-free poking. Of course, this has the hosanna hut denizens up in arms, who argue that it will cause more STD's since there will be less condom use. What they forget is all the unmarried and even married couples who will use it so as not to cause an unwanted knocking up. So in the end, all these voyeuristic rollers of the holy smoke are attempting to do is stick their noses into people's private business. Again, religion is never having to mind your own business.
But paying for the screwing they have been giving consumers for decades is Ford, whose debt notes were downgraded by Standard and Poor. Ford has always sucked, the lowlights being the Edsel and those exploding Pintos. It is too bad that their ill fortune has resulted in the layoffs of tens of thousands of workers over the years, but the fact is that anyone with a brain should have seen this coming. Like GM, this company has been run into the ground by incompetent management. But will those execs pay the price for that? No. Mr. and Mrs. Lineworker will. So if this company disappears, and it probably will in my lifetime, nobody will miss it from a qualitative standpoint.
Also being ankled for poor product is television. Young people are abandoning the idiot box more and more in favor of internet video content. Your sulfuric soothsayer has had his tube in the upright and off position almost the entire Thanksgiving holiday period, the only things interrupting that silence being the USC-Notre Dame tilt (being a California native it is ingrained into my genetic code to watch it) as well as an episode of a cartoon called Metalocalypse, which is a hilarious series about a dimwitted but mindblowingly popular fictional death metal band. Instead, I often hang out at You Tube and watch music and people's personal videos.
Back in the land of white trash, Canadian bimbo Pam Anderson and her yingyang husband, Detroit's Kid Rock, are splitting. Never saw THAT coming, did you? While I have no respect for any rapper except for Wycliffe Jean (and that is only because he is a megatalented musician and not just the usual gangbanging dumbass), Kid Rock has had an engaging dorkiness and obviously loves music even if you wouldn't want him as a neighbor.
Don't crumple up that piece of notepaper just yet. It could be the hot new data storage medium and I ain't talking books here. You gotta check this out.
Finally, to the Iraq Study Group, thanks for a whole lot of nothing.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Conason: Bush Missed the Point, as Usual
How come Bush's remark about the lesson learned in Vietnam was to keep the war going until victory that was uttered in that country didn't catch much attention from the press? Imagine the posturing by the wingnuts if Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe visited the states and propounded that Japan should have held out longer even after the atomic bombings at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, before ending WWII! The outrage by the usual media suspects would be so hot you could make yourself a grilled cheese sandwich on the top of your tv set.
I don't know if the great Joe Conason was disgusted or amused, but he used the hammer of truth to once again chronicle the mischief of our popular with 31% of the population (you guys gotta quit chasing that moonshine with OxyContin) clown in chief.
I don't know if the great Joe Conason was disgusted or amused, but he used the hammer of truth to once again chronicle the mischief of our popular with 31% of the population (you guys gotta quit chasing that moonshine with OxyContin) clown in chief.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Know Your Bushes
This one is about the daddy of G.H.W. "Scanner" Bush, Prescott.
As an addendum to that, you have this.
In addition, my fellow Democrats will get a kick out of this goody.
Thank you to the good offices of the folks who post at Americablog for the first and third items while the second was revealed to me by the Antifluff Superstar Blog.
As an addendum to that, you have this.
In addition, my fellow Democrats will get a kick out of this goody.
Thank you to the good offices of the folks who post at Americablog for the first and third items while the second was revealed to me by the Antifluff Superstar Blog.
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