Where in the projects is the monolith that these folks touched before they picked up those sticks?
And who is that hot mess in the purple pants? Wow.
Where in the projects is the monolith that these folks touched before they picked up those sticks?
And who is that hot mess in the purple pants? Wow.
There is nothing like a door ding or a fall time kamikaze acorn bombardment to brighten the day of any car owner. Saw this nifty little trick and thought I might pass it on.
I may even try it on my almost vintage Honda accord a.k.a. the Green Machine to see if it really works. The only problem is that if it does, I’m on the hook for a lot of computer cleaners…
Robert Reich put it best! It isn’t the government that is causing our economic woes and tearing it down and downsizing it is destroying any protection the middle/working class in this country have!!
Read the article! This guy is putting it better than anyone so far!
And if you are a republican or fox news fan, don’t even bother reading it. You wont agree with it anyways!
The big question is:
Quiz: What’s responsible for the lousy economy most Americans continue to wallow in?
A. Big government, bureaucrats, and the cultural and intellectual elites who back them.
B. Big business, Wall Street, and the powerful and privileged who represent them.
(And if you are wondering, I think it is TOTALLY answer “B”!!! Answer “A” is totally a tea party ignorant Fox News viewer answer!)
Here’s something to be thankful for on the Thanksgiving holiday!!
When real justice in our country is so hard to come by, THIS just made me want to dance!
Tom DeLay, that money laundering prick, is finally getting his due… IN TEXAS no less. They should send him to the chair since they enjoy that sort of thing so much down there!
Good blog posting from the Wonkette in DC.
Maybe there is still some hope left for this stupid country and its system of justice. I wont hold my breath until they lock up Dick Chaney to end our long political nightmare!
Or should it be Kwanzaa? Is this Kuumba or Ujamaa? More like Shirley Q.
You know times are bad when ladies don’t care if their furs smell like they need to be dry cleaned with very special chemical.
I know, as soon as the word “Facebook” appears as the title of a post, some of us out there will roll the eyes, shake the head and have the “thats what you get” attitude for even dealing with that excuse of electrons…but for some of us its purely a way to keep in touch with friends and family, and a way to waste time.
So this morning as I methodically went through my compulsive list of sites I visit, all let me in except for one. Facebook.
It seems that FAILBOOK (a.k.a. Facebook from here on out) has disabled my account for being flagged, well here read the description:
In order for me to re able my account, they want me to send them a copy of or picture of a governmental issued ID. In other words, I DO NOT EXIST. Does this still mean I have to pay my bills if FAILBOOK doesn’t think I am a real person?
Let’s face it. In today’s society, people are getting hired, fired, laid, married, divorced, elected, etc, all by being a tool for a “free” service that is far from free. Rants, bitches, and the day to day bullshit of our lives are based on these things being shared with the world of our friends, families, and groupies. Sometimes, its just to say hey on the fly to a good friend or family member whom you miss. Either way, people do it for many reasons, but the biggest is probably a sense of belonging to a group.
So this morning, FAILBOOK broke up with me. Maybe my life was so good, they couldn’t believe it and had to kick me out? Maybe I am too much of a nerd? Maybe it was because I did not play any of their virus ridden games? Maybe it was because I failed to keep up with the old boyfriend searches or the countless spam FAILBOOK dating emails sent to my email account? Who knows? All I know is, that I do not belong anymore. And in a way, it feels good.
UPDATE: FAILBOOK now says it was a “selective” bug in their security that targeted female participants. According to the article, I wish they would have contacted me because I would say: FUCK YOU I STILL DON’T WANT TO USE YOUR SITE ANYMORE. ASSHOLES.
I love our cultural wordsmithing. In the old days the terminology was short and sweet. And it actually meant something.
Consider the following: during the Great Depression, they had PAN HANDLERS. Then they became BUMs. BUMs. TRAMPs and HOBOs eventually turned into that magic ‘catch-all’ HOMELESS; only to wind up as the very modern and very politically correct term DISPLACED PERSONS.
But there are genuine differences between these terms. A hobo is a migratory worker who likes to travel, a tramp travels without working, and a bum does not travel or work. Politically correct ‘catch-all’ terminology actually serves to diminish these folks.
Since most of us are a scant paycheck or two away from the gutter, what the future may hold for us is uncertain at best. Since everything old eventually becomes new again, I suggest that you all familiarize yourselves with this link as it may become useful during the coming economic apocalypse! And when those politically correct literary craftsmen describe your current economic condition by calling you and your family “impecunious denizens”,… well, you heard it here first.
See you on the road!
For most states (except Maryland, which I have said in the past is the state with the most sane politics around here) things are turning very bad. For Pennsylvania, this could mean privatization of the PA Turnpike (watch for rate hikes, poor maintenance, over commercialization), and deregulation of the already environmentally dangerous and safety negligent mining industry. I’m sure that I will be able to light my tap water with a Bic® in about a year or two.
But LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE…. We get to see how tan John Boehner becomes with his new Lord God King Bufu status in the House of Representatives as the new speaker. We now can pray everyday that nobody assassinates Obama and Biden at the same time. Talk about a nightmare.
Or at least they have for me.
Take your shine box and go home Bobby. Even though our country now is twice as fucked, I take the small satisfaction of knowing your ass will not infect my state again.