Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Facsimile Weapons of Mass Destruction?

Whaaa?!
Glenshaw (AP) State Rep. Jeffrey E. Habay was charged Wednesday for allegedly lying about a white powder he said he received in the mail from a contituent who was critical of him.

Allegheny County authorities charged Habay, 38, with facsimile weapons of mass destruction, falsely incriminating another and fictious reports for claiming in May that he received an envelope in his home that contained a suspicious white powder.

And yes, Dear Reader, Habay is a holyrollier-than-thou Republican.

Seriously, what the fuck is a facsimilie weapon of mass destruction?!

Is the rapture here yet? My head hurts.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

H.R. 666

One too many pork rinds? TV sez 'massive heart attack'.

FleetAdmiralJ reports:
New bill just announced H.R. 666

Congress is now demanding God to save Falwell's life, and is putting actions of God under the jurisdiction of the federal courts.

heh.

UPDATE:
Bill Frist is treating him now Via Video Tape.

heh heh.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

I Heart Freeway Bloggers

They rock!




I believe.

When Wolcott Speaks

I listen.
Today I happened to hear Bob Franken "reporting" on the scene of the solemn procession in front of the hospice where demonstrators were attempting to bring Schiavo a cup of water, intending to be arrested. Franken, as hush-voiced as a golf commentator on the 18th hole awaiting a crucial putt, described one of the scenes of demonstrators stepping forward and being led away by sun-glassed police as "poignant."

The scene? A father being arrested with three of his children. Another child, age three, was spared, left to the custody of her mother. The father and three children--all three under the age of sixteen--were gently handcuffed and taken away in squad cars.

There was nothing "poignant" about this moment of togetherness. It was idiotic and irresponsible. If Dad wants to get arrested and spend the night behind bars with Otis the Town Drunk, fine, but don't drag the kids into it, particularly children that young. Let them stay home with gran'ma as Dad and Mom enjoy a second honeymoon in handcuffs. Franken's sentimentalizing of this pious photo-op is more proof that the so-called MSM is so cautious about being respectful of religion that it refuses to recognize the raw face of fanaticism even when it's filling the camera lens. Practically nothing is said about the backgrounds of the nutjob organizers of these sickly pseudo-events, leaving the impression that is simply People of Conscience converging on Florida to bear witness and catch some rays.

I'm surprised that Franken himself didn't accept a symbolic cup of water and get himself arrested, so that he could be photographed being carted off in the weenie wagon. That's what Rick Sanchez would have done--he might have even resisted arrest to find out what being Tasered is like. Obliging as he is to intone nonsense, Bob Franken may be too "old school" for the new, bold, brain-dead CNN.

My thoughts, exactly.

Linky via Digby.

When Wingnuts Eat Their Own

The Schiavo Spectacle or The Passion of Terri as sMelL Gibson will doubtless title his next pandering-to-the-evangelical-freaks-project, is fracturing the GOP and I'm loving every fucking second of it.

Kos points us to Conservative blogger John Cole's meltdown:
Sick bastards- defining losing your wife as a 'gain,' but all is fair in politics, right? And that is what this is- politics and symbolism on the right to life battlefield. I have said it before- this is jihad for these folks. They don't give two hoots in hell about Terri Schiavo- this is about abortion, religion, and most of all, about power and control. Their concept of morality is king, you see- your behavior in the bedroom, your choice in sexual partner, your desires about end of life decisions, abortion, even the medication you use to ease the pain when you are dying of terminal diseases- their religious text should have authority over you, and if all these 'small-government strict constructionists states right's advocates' have to attain that through government proxy, so be it.

And he blockquotes Cornerite's John Derbyshire's case of the vapors at having to agree with *gasp* the Left:

One of the depressing -- I am not being facetious, it really does depress me -- features of the past couple of days has been watching the talking-heads left-right programs on the telly and wishing I could cheer on the righty -- the side of any argument I would instinctively support -- but not being able to.

Watching Hannity & Colmes Tuesday night I found myself nursing a devout hope that if I ever enter a persistent vegetative state, Sean Hannity is nowhere in the neighborhood.


And let's hope Ann Coulter is there with him. Michelle Malkin, too. Oh, and the Rev. Jerry Fallwell. And Delay. And Frist. And that nutjob preacher I saw ranting on CNN this morning. And all the idiots behind the nutjob preacher with their disgusting Save Terri signs. ...

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Oh Fucking Hell

Ya know, there's so much fuckedupness here in the U S of A that it's hard for a girl (me) to keep my head from exploding on a minute basis so therefore blogging has been light, oh, all right, non-existent of late, but I have been reading my faves -- see sidebar -- but when I see something like this, even I have to log in and ask: WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!!!

Coming soon to a theater near you: The Passion of Terri

UPDATE: apparently eBay didn't find the black humor in someone selling Teri's feeding tube so they scrubbed the page.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Is It Just Me?

Or did last night's episode of Real Time with Bill Maher really really really suck?! Sweet baby Jesus in an itchy manger was it ever painful for me to watch. That opening, with the brother of a 9/11 victim pitted against Prof. Churchill, the latter pressured to apologize for his recently made Eichman(sp) comments interspersed with looooooooooooong seconds of dead air was like watching Oprah only without its billionair star or the tears, or Jerry Springer without the false sincerity and fist-fights. SHIT.

Moving on to the panel....Janet Reno (poor dear not looking so well), that has-been comedian Foley whatshisname, and a woman head "Dr." who didn't know her ass from shinola, the topics included the ten commandments ruling *yawn* and then 'to spank or not to spank kids', with a Whoopie visit via telepromter who looked like she was thinking, "Gosh, Bill's show's really tanking, what the hell am *I* doing here?"

B-O-R-I-N-G.

That's 45 minutes I'll never get back. And yeah, I know, the show's an hour long. 45's all I could stand.