Hey, Mr. President…
April 3, 2012
……do you think that if you had a son, he’d look like either of these gentlemen:
???
“If I had a son, he’d look like Trayvon.”—Barack Obama
http://cofcc.org/2012/04/two-teens-beat-50-year-old-with-hammer-near-sanford-fl/
Separated At Birth…
January 13, 2012
Personhood Law supporter and sanctimonious U. S. Senator wannabe Robert Marshall
And Tweety Bird’s mom?
Now available from the Ben Roethlisberger Collection…
January 11, 2012
Exclusively at Target:
Wrong.
You’re A Foul One…
December 6, 2011
They really need to stop pestering the first lady with this “respect for flag and country” nonsense.
Sarah Palin At Rolling Thunder…
November 15, 2011
The First Lady was there too:
No-Pa
November 10, 2011
Someone was going to make up this headline; might as well have been me.
I almost feel sorry for the guy; almost. He’s 84, frail and doddering, at PSU for over 60 years, and they fire him with a phone call, when no one has yet been convicted of a crime? Nice.
Let’s face it, he wasn’t running the program. There’s a picture of him next to “figurehead” in the dictionary. They were only keeping him around because he was good for recruiting and, with each victory, he extended his lead in the all-time Division 1 football wins category, and PSU wants desperately for that to never change.
But it was the right call. He and others passed the buck, and people suffered. They all need to go.
The riots speak for themselves.
The good news? The Vatican Office of Pedophilia Facilitation and Cover-Ups offered him a job this morning.
Bad PSA Test, Bad…
October 7, 2011
foxnews.com/health/2011/10/07/no-prostate-screening-for-healthy-men-us-health-panel-recommends/?test=latestnews
This article is mainly notable for the accompanying pic:
Solyndra…
September 23, 2011
That is all.
Laura Ingraham: Of Thee I Zing
August 26, 2011
Okay. This is the third, and last, of this woman’s books that I’ve tried to read. The jury is in: harpy.
I tried, and I hate to give up on a book I’ve started. Though I disagree with her on some social issues, I’m generally aligned with her. O’Reilly trusts her with his show when he’s out. She’s easy on the eyes. But this woman is so uptight it almost defies metaphor. The next Ann Coulter (whose surprisingly enjoyable if infrequent wit Ingraham unsuccessfully tries to emulate) will be a delight to read after this.
I could have saved myself a lot of trouble by reminding myself that she converted to Catholicism. Did you hear me? Converted to Catholicism; made a conscious decision, as a rational adult, to adopt this system of beliefs over whatever alternatives she was considering. That should have clued me in. That, and the fact that the excellent Dinesh D’Souza evidently dumped her not too far from the altar.
But noooo, I wasted several hours of my life reading parts of these three turds. I can be forgiven only because I’m a library guy, and put no money in her, and by extension almost certainly the Vatican Bank’s, pocket in doing so.
Can’t I? Please?
John A. Feldenzer M.D.
August 21, 2011
John A. Feldenzer M.D. and The River’s Edge are assholes.
This, of course, is only my opinion.
“Special” Ed Is At It Again…
August 18, 2011
“Special” Ed Schultz is at it again. Now, if Perry had said that “these are dark days in the White House, blacker than we’ve seen in a coon’s age, and we must not be niggardly in our efforts to end them,” I could buy it. But this is a load of shit.
Excellent idea, asshole.
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, etc…
July 3, 2011
A quick review of Eva Gabrielsson’s “There Are Things I Want You To Know” About Stieg Larsson And Me.
(Stieg’s the late genius who wrote the astounding Millennium Trilogy—Dragon Tattoo, Played With Fire, Hornet’s Nest; Eva was his common law wife)
Yeah, there are some things she’d like you to know, alright. Here they are:
1. She is the most victimized and persecuted woman in human history.
2. All evil in the world may be laid at the feet of white, male, right wing fascists and Nazis.
3. That evil which may later be discovered to be unattributable to fascists and Nazis may be reliably blamed on corporate boogeymen and other capitalists (who are probably fascists and Nazis too).
4. She was worried that when the U.S. intervened in Grenada, the entire population was in danger of being massacred by U.S. troops.
From the foreword (presumably approved by Ms. G): “Eva, tempered in the fires of adversity, is poised to write the final words of their (Stieg’s and her enemies’) fate and lead a dance on their graves.” She then goes on in the book to opine, with typical left wing liberal humility, that ”our (Steig’s and her) upbringing gave us a strong moral compass, a faculty doubtless more developed in us than it is in most people of our generation.”
Hmmm.
Save your time; don’t read it. You’re welcome
Can Anyone Say Bitter Harridan?
May 18, 2011
Hallmark Holidays
May 5, 2011
by sledpress
I want someone to declare a Non-Mother’s Day.
I grind my teeth about this more every year. For the last two weeks, I can’t download my e-mail or walk into a store without being assaulted by exhortations to buy this or that for “Mom.” Take Mom to brunch, get Mom a Kindle, get fabulous Mother’s Day deals at the office furniture outlet, blah blah blah.
I want a day for women who haven’t contributed to the exponential increase in population that will have this planet groaning under ten billion people by the end of the century. I want flowers for not dumping yet another flannelhead into the public education system at taxpayer expense (currently ten thousand bucks a year, give or take). I want a card for sparing the public yet another brace of unsupervised toddlers squealing and stampeding through the grocery or restaurant. I want a discount for not blocking the sidewalk with a double-wide stroller.
I want a promotional deal for not adding to the traffic jams caused by the exodus from soccer practice or the backup behind a discharging school bus. I want champagne for never imagining, not once, that the compensation for my failures, or the salvation of my marriage, lay in producing yet another human being to juggle the hot potato of my problems through life. I want a gift card for not lowering the collective intelligence of the entire human dialogue with squeally, inane public conversations with a repulsively sticky-faced infant.
I want an upgrade to first class for not believing the mere exercise of my biology made me something special. I want complimentary coffee for not nauseating people with the narcissistic details of sonograms. I want overdue-book amnesty for never blathering on about MY KID until anyone with an IQ higher than their heart rate wanted to cover their ears and scream. I want free admission to the movies for never erasing a man’s future by making him a father when he had other plans.
I want a twofer deal for not causing the destruction of more acres of other species’ homes. I want reserved orchestra seating for women who’ve had a tubal ligation. I want an end to the idea that reproduction is some kind of goddam achievement. It’s not as if human beings were in danger of extinction any time soon.
How about a nice Sunday in June?
—Too bad your Mom didn’t feel the same way.—l a b
No Joke…
May 13, 2011
Logo for the Catholic Archdiocesan Youth Commission.
