YouTube without all the eye-candy:

Via Tom McMahon…the site not the song…the song is all me.

And, I should note, that it’s all based on Flash, which works about as well as my ancient beater Ford. Which is to say, OK, when it gets going, but then it goes haywire, and then, there you go. Well, that embedded baloney is much like that. It doesn’t work for me very well. Still, the kids behind it might make it work.

Anyhoo, here it is, complete with gay Longhorn memorabilia:

Somebody please come help Barry off the stage before he collapses from the stress and hard work of bringing you the Greatest! Show! Ever!

With all apologies to James Brown, James Brown fans, and any body with half a fingernail of photoshop skillz.

Spending days agonizing over a 2 1/2′ x 5 ‘ workbench is excessive.

Big Bill Quick has gone so berserk over Harriet Miers and the historic gigantic Preznit failure of Bush, he’s now pissed off at folding money.

I think. Hard to tell. Bill wakes up chewing horseshoes and spitting nails these days.

What’s wierder? Someone selling Bush statuettes on the open market through Google Ads, or someone actively deciding that Josh Marshall’s joint is a good place to raise money for an embattled Democrat Klansman with a paid blog ad placement?

Just saying…

This is one of those things that drive me crazy about the dumbass blogging — Tony Pierce listens to talk radio, then whips himself into a lather about “The Right.” All because he wasted time listening to talk radio. So do I quit reading Tony because he’s being a douche about talk-radio call-in idiots used to sell sleep-number mattresses and herbal remedies, or do I hope he stops wasting his drive-time and starts talking about the great tunes he decides to listen to every day?

Well, if he’s that hard up for blogging material, I guess I’ll take a week off, and see what he decides to do. I’ll repose his question: pick a side, Tony — bitch about dumbshit stuff on the radio and devolve into blogging hackitude, or be your original self. Titty-bar talk is fun, but you don’t need the hook of dorks on the radio.

My young pal in St. Looie, Chuckles Austin, is involved in a nice fund-raising dealio for the Muscular Dystrophy Association, and I would appreciate your help in helping him. I know you get hit with contribution requests daily, but this is an easy one to support. Plus, he has a free leopard-print gecko for you if you donate. He says “St. Louis area”, but I bet you can convince him to box him up (with some dry ice?) and FedEx it to you if you need a gecko. I’m full up with geckos at the moment.

In other news, my 50% hit rate on trouble-free aeroplane travel continues to hold. Dallas had “weather” last night that caused me to get home two hours late, which is not the worst that’s happened this year, but especially sucks on Friday afternoon. Unsurprisingly, the runways were bone-dry upon arrival…guess those “clouds” really threw the “FAA” off. But — at least I wasn’t on the Southwest flight from Dullass to the Big Swampy that got pulled over when someone found a threatening note. I’ll tell you right now, that note was written by some dickhead liberal college student pissed that he now has to go back to school after two months of being a bigger bum than normal. Count on it. That flight, by the way, is a flight I’ve taken 4,000 times. My decision to drive the big red Ford to all Texas destinations is further confirmed.

A very nice lump-in-your-throat moment while cooling my heels at the Denver airport — returning soldiers roundly and loudly cheered when they came off the plane. Shockingly, someone in the federal government has a few remaining molecules of a heart, so they are allowing the families of these soldiers come through security to be waiting for them at the gate. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I comprehended the scope of the mountains that surely had to be moved to make it possible for a wife and kids to be waiting for their daddy to walk off the plane. I heretofore retract my hatred of the federales from 150% to 140%.

Go wish Mattito a happy birthday…an all-around good man, if a little flakey in that vaguely hippyish, SoCal-LBC libertarian way.

Do cast your gaze upon his visage, as well. Then come back and place your bets on when Welch goes hard-drinking, hard-right fascist Republican. I can NOT get past the haircut. The cycle-trooper goggles are just another brick in that wall. Wearing a tie on your birthday? Can you get more Right? I’m a damn rock-ribbed conservative, and I don’t wear a tie to nothing but business meetings and it’s off before I get to the car. The daisy is there to draw your conclusions away from the Truth.

I’m a crotchety, cranky, cynical piss-ant turd*, but this salesman is my hero. Just click, scroll and read, toads.

I deal with a lot of people on a day to day basis. Some are honorable, some are goat-roping assholes. And that’s okay. You are what you are. I can smoke you out pretty soon, anyway, and will treat you accordingly.

Here’s my issue: every time someone tries to really screw me, I mean really pole me, I realize they are avid churchgoers. Sunday School teachers, deacons, and such.

What the fuck is that all about? I am not casting a wide net here, I am not denigrating churchgoers as a cohort, I am merely proclaiming that every time someone tries to fuck me they are good churchfolk, and are extremely active in their churches.

If you can’t fall in love with a line like “goat-roping assholes,” you’re a panty-waist.

* I need to find a way to say SOB without slurring my sainted mother, who taught me to read and write at the age of three, forever damning me to this literary hell of being unable to stop doing either. Better that I was a true half-wit with naught on my mind but fishing and tobacco and rotgut.

Very interesting concept here:

One might ask why anyone might choose to adopt a blog and host it for free. The answer: the Adopt a Blog project is centered on the issue of the individual’s freedom of speech. Anyone who participates is making a strong statement in favor of free speech, as well as helping to further shape the internet as a tool for the free exchange of ideas internationally. The internet can be a very powerful force.

OK, that sounds very web-hippy-ish. What I do know is that China is going to be a geopolitical force for the forseeable future. I’d much rather hear what the web-hippies have to say, so that I can make a viable assessment of the situation on the ground. And it kind of ties in with my current interest in that Tom Barnett book and all that connectedness he talks about (I’m such an intellectual gadfly - please admire me.)

adoptablog

Chuck Hill, Mr. Dustbury, is off on his World Tour for 2005. Big plans. These are always fun to read. And it’s something I’d like to do some day, too, so it’s educational.

…and unbelievably cranky,

a whole bucket of crap not worth reading has been deleted. This whole damn mess should be deleted.

Reid Stott has more, and he says this is the last one, on the latest round of partisanship, divisiveness, tit-for-tat political hoo-ha, etc.

Bennett links to something called Raging RINO, which appears to be, well, I’ll let Mr. Uncle tell you:

for secular and moderate conservatives who don’t drink the party Kool-Aid on issues such as whether it’s legal for dudes to diddle dudes and all that God business. Republican, without all the crazy.

So if you squint and look at it sideways, you can see the split (or at least the idiot blawg split) in the Republican Party. We’ve already got the overly-documented MoveOn / DLC split in the Dems. Which, really…who gives a damn?

I think I should just delete my blogroll. Reid’s right — this kind of moronic claptrap is a waste of time.

Adios, mofos…

A place for me.

Via VelociShitty.

It’s a beautiful Sunday here, and it might be where you are, too. But put this essay from Poretto on your reading list: The Con Game.

Impossbile to excerpt, it’s a mighty, Constitutionalist, Declarationist defense delineation of the duties of the American conservative.