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I went kayaking instead of watching that race. Sounds like I made the right choice. Kurt Busch has been a non-factor all year long, outside of pushing Ryan Newman into the undeserved win at Daytona.
Any super-speedways coming up soon? I want some horsepower.
Speaking of kayaking, I ripped a hole in the bottom of my crappy Academy kayak. That was fun, stopping every 30 minutes to empty the SOB…needed a 12 pack, and not the 6 pack I’m torn between getting a new crappy Academy kayak or getting a new real good one or just slapping duct tape on the old one. Do they have kayak bearer bond? Anyway, I love that river. Any river.
This adds cred to what Tom B, Bill L, and I have been saying:
Sy Hersh? Really? Good Christ. Sy Fucking Hersh has been saying since 2002 that GWB was bombing Iran tomorrow. Does anybody ever ask that asshole how he could miss so many predictions about that one particular thing? Or is that always off-limits when you ascend to his aerie?
Mark it down right here that this is where American military policy went haywire…Robb advising the JCS, or something quite like them, based on Seymour Fucking Hersh and his cred.
My pal Craig can give you chapter and verse on that mangy hippie cur Hersh. It’s just supremely disheartening to see a man such as Robb call his lame ass forth.
OMFG UPDATE: And then I read it. Same Sy as always - unnamed source after unnamed source after unnamed source. I can only read the first few paragraphs of the first page. There’s zero point in reading further. He’s making shit up as he goes. And seriously smart mofos like Robb buy it. Fine, fine — off with them. Fever-swamp motherfuckers scaring up ghosts. Teats on a boar hog, except unlike Seymour, John Robb advises people of influence. Seriously, that frightens me.
Not least because I haven’t figured out a way to cash in on the Six Year Bombing of Iran That Hasn’t Fucking Happened.
He pointed out that many detainees “enjoy more than 10 hours a day of recreation time at Guantánamo, which is more than any prisoner in any prison in the United States.”
It’s one of those bus thingies rolling around to places where liberals are apt to come out and get their panties in a wad and start writing checks off their trust fund.
Via Deb, via Ace, who’s got the picture of the cleanest, whitest sneaks I’ve ever seen on a murdering bastard in prison. Wait, he’s just a dork padding his acting resume, not a real prisoner. Sorry.
As for me, I want 10 hours a day of recreation time. Do they have ping-pong? I love ping-pong — I ruled at that shit. Ten hours a day, I’d be a lock for the Olympic gold.
This situation has made us poorer than we would otherwise have been. There are a lot of things here at home we could have spent the money on — schools, infrastructure, scholarships, lower taxes, aid to dependent children, the kind of local American charities that always need help such as the grossly underfunded “You can send Al Sharpton a ball gag or you can turn the page” Relief Organization. We hope you’ll understand when we say we need just a year or so of working the “Charity begins at home” concept in order to catch up.
It’s also more than a little depressing to wake up every day and find that the New York Times (The One-World-Except-America voice in America) blathering on and on about how stingy and uncaring Americans are. (As if the Sulzberger family was ready to give up a few billion here and there until it hurt.) Whew, we just can’t get no respect from the retarded scions of “One-World” families and the forelock tugging “journalists” who batten off their bloated weal.
Hence, we are taking the a couple of years off not only to save many, many billions of dollars, but for a time of reflection and boosting of the old “self-esteem.” After all, you can’t help others unless you feel good about yourself.
Let’s elect this man preznit and then we can all get back to work, whattaya say?
The National Snow and Ice Data Center are calculating the odds of an ice free arctic this summer. Very interesting cascade at work. Basically, when you alter the operating assumptions of a large complex system you don’t fully understand…
Go on, it’s a fun game. It can even be quite lucrative, if you want to play it. Zillions of Chicken Littles will join you, and many will have grant money or book contracts.
I just spent two hours in a damn rubber tube floating on the Guadalupe with a bunch of kids at least 10 years younger than me, and most them 20-30 years younger.
You know, just being on a river is the best. I’m gonna dust off the ancient cheapie Academy kayak and do that a lot more often, but without anyone in shouting distance. Sad thing is, I know this to be true. Deeply and wholly true. I’m a punk for not getting it going sooner.
or, in Republican speak, with my pants down and my hand underneath a bathroom stall)
Somebody with more gusto than me will mine the Cole archives for his blubbery “I walked Republican blocks with my Republican parents!” post. Then he met a girl with Democrat parents and enormous…trust funds, or something.
Nobody cares, not even me — just funny to watch it pop up now and then.
Justice Stephen Breyer wrote a separate dissent in which he said, “In my view, there simply is no untouchable constitutional right guaranteed by the Second Amendment to keep loaded handguns in the house in crime-ridden urban areas.”
Yeah, I’m pretty sure the 2nd Amendment was intended for barns in low-crime rural areas. And for elitists with 24/7 security. Not where they’re needed, by whom they’re needed.
In a dissent he summarized from the bench, Justice John Paul Stevens wrote that the majority “would have us believe that over 200 years ago, the Framers made a choice to limit the tools available to elected officials wishing to regulate civilian uses of weapons.”
Actually, you know, the Framers did indeed make a choice to limit elected officials, you internationalist moron. They called it the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution of the United States, and the Bill of Rights. You might should check those out, Justice Stevens.
Crikey, where do we find these people, and how do they ascend to this level? But it’s not as if these statements come as a surprise to anyone, do they?
Skip on by — I just wanted to blog that idiotic headline for future reference. 10-1 the whole article will be gone in a few days, but I love the whole idea of 21st century journalism (journalism!) pondering the imponderable idea that everything is spinning out of control. Frankly, the idea that someone with a degree wrote not just the headline but the story it hovers above is a good sign that everything is indeed spinning out of control. Not quite the spin or the control they mean, but still…si se puede, bitches.
Lookie here…George Carlin was a pretty funny guy, but his admirers are a tedious bunch (and lordalmighty, they’ve come out of the fooking woodwork), given to lavish swoops of praise and pedantry that are more commonly attributed to Ayn Rand fans, who are much less regularly encountered in daily life. But there’s never not some pothead standing around doing an interpretive wink-wink-nudge-nudge Carlin routine, hungrily awaiting praise from the proles he despises.
Regardless, even though he was an atheist and let everybody know it, I hope he made it through the Pearly Gates intact and isn’t just worm-food. That would be sad.
Me, I’ve seen two comedic geniuses in my life: Bill Cosby and Richard Pryor. George Carlin ain’t a patch on either one of them. George’s wallet doesn’t say Bad Motherfucker on it…it says Check Out My Big Brain, but it was never quite as big as he planned. It was big, fershur, just nothing to write home about.
It’s touching, if a trifle saddening, to watch Mr. Boy become such a fan of the Texas Rangers baseball team.
Whatever. It’s not like Dick’s driving to Houston nightly to watch crappy Astro games against the Pirates or the Taterpeelers or whatever wanders down I-45. It’s just that typical south-of-Hillsboro Texas obeisance to frickin Swamptown.* Everybody knows how much I detest my home town of Dallas these days, but I’ll never not love my Rangers.
* The razor-sharp exception is Los Vaqueros. Not hard to understand, given the Bayou City’s inefficacy come nut-cutting Super Bowl Time. Me, I’m working on getting all these Mexicans on the Stars’ Aught-Nine Stanley Cup bandwagon right now, and I’m one persuasive mofo.
