The beast that is doing its best to swallow up Zimmerman knows no facts or truths, it has no virtues, only goals. It cares nothing for what he did or did not do. Its only goal is to swallow him whole. It has eyes made of cameras, teeth made of guns, network cables for guts, a mind made of slogans and a nervous system that always needs stimulation. The beast may fail in its task, but it will let out a brief howl and move on to the next victim.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Justice is an animal
We Are All George Zimmerman is an essay by Daniel Greenfield about the public tragedy of the Zimmerman/Martin case and I suggest that you read and understand each and every word of it. I have nothing further to comment other than to say that Mr. Greenfield is right. Damn right.
A sample:
Friday, April 13, 2012
Unequal
The next time I hear some supposed "reverend" flapping his fat lips about equality I think I am going to be sick.
A grown man taking swings at a woman holding a child does not deserve my equality. Get back to me in a few million years when you people catch up with modern, civilized man.
A grown man taking swings at a woman holding a child does not deserve my equality. Get back to me in a few million years when you people catch up with modern, civilized man.
Friends
Been trying to breathe a little life back into The Big Feed where I used to post as you know who before you know who started stalking me around the internet and I had to develop a whole 'nother you know who to protect myself from the you know who who couldn't seem to leave the you know what behind even though the you know who and what repeatedly said she was leaving the you know what and who behind which included you know who and what.
Got that?
Why don't ya stop by for a visit?
Got that?
Why don't ya stop by for a visit?
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Screw Murphy
The rule of law in the construction industry is that if you are going to dig a hole, God is going to take a leak in it to punish your sins.
Never fails.
Never fails.
P-U
Like most human beings I am not particularly fond of insects although there are some species that don't seem to bother me like ladybugs or roly polies or skeeter eaters.
However, there is a small list of bugs that cause me distress so great that my demeanor changes instantly from the grown man not scared of shit that I am to a blithering 4-year old girl. Not afraid to admit it either.
The top of the list, as I have said before, is the demonic cockroach. Second on the list would be the 6-inch long "langosta" locust that appears once a year in Costa Rica. Third place is usually shared between large millipedes and scorpions.
Somewhere way down the list is the harmless but odd looking stink bug. They don't seem to offend me to any great extent as I see them often in the garden and they seem to be quite happy to get out of my way. On the other hand, when I am trying to determine why the cab of my truck has filled with a strange and very strong odor, best described as Play Doh mixed with cinnamon and a tinge of ammonia, and I notice a very large stink bug which has appeared on my leg then begins buzzing around my face as I'm driving 75 m.p.h.? Well, all bets are off and out comes the little girl.
The innocent bystander in the bank parking lot where I was finally able to stop must have found it disturbing to see a truck screech to a halt and a grown man barrel roll from the cab, waving his hands wildly while simultaneously and alternately cursing at the wind and whimpering like a beaten puppy.
The bug, on the other hand? Hell, nothing fazes a stink bug. He flew away harmlessly after ruining my afternoon, probably charging up his stink gland for another exciting encounter with a weak-kneed human being.
However, there is a small list of bugs that cause me distress so great that my demeanor changes instantly from the grown man not scared of shit that I am to a blithering 4-year old girl. Not afraid to admit it either.
The top of the list, as I have said before, is the demonic cockroach. Second on the list would be the 6-inch long "langosta" locust that appears once a year in Costa Rica. Third place is usually shared between large millipedes and scorpions.
Somewhere way down the list is the harmless but odd looking stink bug. They don't seem to offend me to any great extent as I see them often in the garden and they seem to be quite happy to get out of my way. On the other hand, when I am trying to determine why the cab of my truck has filled with a strange and very strong odor, best described as Play Doh mixed with cinnamon and a tinge of ammonia, and I notice a very large stink bug which has appeared on my leg then begins buzzing around my face as I'm driving 75 m.p.h.? Well, all bets are off and out comes the little girl.
The innocent bystander in the bank parking lot where I was finally able to stop must have found it disturbing to see a truck screech to a halt and a grown man barrel roll from the cab, waving his hands wildly while simultaneously and alternately cursing at the wind and whimpering like a beaten puppy.
The bug, on the other hand? Hell, nothing fazes a stink bug. He flew away harmlessly after ruining my afternoon, probably charging up his stink gland for another exciting encounter with a weak-kneed human being.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Sing song ching chong
This is why I have always loved Michelle Malkin. She can skewer like nobody's mommasan.
I think what she is ultimately trying to say Marion, is, fuck you!
I think what she is ultimately trying to say Marion, is, fuck you!
Painful irony
Yeah, I mean, she smashes your nuts so where do you go to have them fixed?
Well, Ball Hospital of course!
Well, Ball Hospital of course!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
A Joke
Two black guys walk into a dealership to get dem some service on dey Chrysler 300. . .
Turns out the car has mismatched VIN numbers so the dealership calls the police who verify the stolen car. The cops lay in wait while the dealership calls the "client" to ask them to come back and, not surprisingly, the two turds return. After it was all over with, the cops had in custody one felon, his brother, a stolen car, a gun, two ounces of powder cocaine, $21,000 in cash, and. . . .drumroll please. . . .
. . .a baby.
I listened to the whole thing on the police scanner a couple of weeks ago. And to think that some people in this great nation believe that felons should have the right to vote.
I think we should push them off into a deep hole and cover them up with dogshit. Felons don't deserve a gaddamn thing. Especially those that willfully endanger children.
Turns out the car has mismatched VIN numbers so the dealership calls the police who verify the stolen car. The cops lay in wait while the dealership calls the "client" to ask them to come back and, not surprisingly, the two turds return. After it was all over with, the cops had in custody one felon, his brother, a stolen car, a gun, two ounces of powder cocaine, $21,000 in cash, and. . . .drumroll please. . . .
. . .a baby.
I listened to the whole thing on the police scanner a couple of weeks ago. And to think that some people in this great nation believe that felons should have the right to vote.
I think we should push them off into a deep hole and cover them up with dogshit. Felons don't deserve a gaddamn thing. Especially those that willfully endanger children.
Hopeless
No matter how much hope you hold out for black voters, they continually disappoint time after time after time.
They do it here in Jackson when they re-elect City Council blowhard Kenneth Stokes, they do it on a national level with Bennie Thompson, it was done across America with Barack Obama and now, for, I don't know, the third of fourth time the voters of the District of Columbia do not disappoint.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce DC Councilman primary winner and ex-two-time-Mayor and qualified crack-head and ex-convict Marion Barry.
There is no hope left for these racist idiots. They get exactly what they deserve.
Barry unleashed, if you can stomach it.
They do it here in Jackson when they re-elect City Council blowhard Kenneth Stokes, they do it on a national level with Bennie Thompson, it was done across America with Barack Obama and now, for, I don't know, the third of fourth time the voters of the District of Columbia do not disappoint.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce DC Councilman primary winner and ex-two-time-Mayor and qualified crack-head and ex-convict Marion Barry.
There is no hope left for these racist idiots. They get exactly what they deserve.
Barry unleashed, if you can stomach it.
Winning
Much has been made about the old feud between Sarah Palin and Katie Couric. Ex-Governor Palin recently hosted one of the morning programs on a national network which pitted her against Queen Perky Tits on another program. Turned out to be a ratings blowout for Palin.
I couldn't care either way but I would like to compare and contrast the two women in a way which clearly shows the great cultural divide between honest, God-fearing Conservatism and the debauchery of Liberalism.
I couldn't care either way but I would like to compare and contrast the two women in a way which clearly shows the great cultural divide between honest, God-fearing Conservatism and the debauchery of Liberalism.
Conservatism
Liberalism
For Heaven's sake
Please make it stop!
In November, when people pull the lever for this dope, I pray the voting machine instantly electrocutes them to death. Or at least a big, ridiculous looking clown hand pops out to bitch slap them one good time.
Thank you white guilt for four years of incredible stupidity. Couldn't have done it without you.
In November, when people pull the lever for this dope, I pray the voting machine instantly electrocutes them to death. Or at least a big, ridiculous looking clown hand pops out to bitch slap them one good time.
Thank you white guilt for four years of incredible stupidity. Couldn't have done it without you.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Dum fuk
Where does this entitlement mentality come from?
I mean, I can remember as a child feeling entitled to every toy, widget and gadget I ever laid eyes on, especially if it belonged to my older brother, but then. . .I grew up. And I learned (via my loving parents) that nothing in life was free and that some things had to be paid for, you had to earn to receive.
Some years ago I remember getting a phone call at home that began with the blaring of a ship's horn and the sound of waves, lapping upon a shore perhaps, gulls shrieking in the background as if to imply a sunny, foreign port of call. Then a man's voice proudly congratulating me that I have just won a "frrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation!!!!
I had nothing better to do and I went with it. I let the guy ramble on for fifteen minutes about my "frrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation and I gave him my necessary personal information to sign up and all was well with my 'frrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation until I was asked for a credit card number so I could be charged a "nominal processing fee." About a hundred bucks if I recall properly. I politely inquired why I was being asked to pay for my "frrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation if it was in fact "frreeeeeeeee" and he assured me that the vacation was indeed free. I assured him that if I were paying any money for something that I was told to be "frrreeeeeeeee" then there was no way, no how that it could possibly be "frreeeeeeeeee!" This back and forth went on for a bit until I grew tired of my quarry and I finalized our transaction by stating that he could take his "frreeeeeeeeeeee" vacation and stick it up his "fffuuuuuuuuuucking assssssshooooooole!"
Anyway, I said all that to say this: if these dubious dipshits don't have any sense that allows them to understand the basic principle that nothing in life is free then I absolutely fear for the future of this country. And another thing, considering that education is controlled by another class of entitled people (i.e., unionized teachers) then good luck on getting any blood out of that long shriveled turnip.
I mean, I can remember as a child feeling entitled to every toy, widget and gadget I ever laid eyes on, especially if it belonged to my older brother, but then. . .I grew up. And I learned (via my loving parents) that nothing in life was free and that some things had to be paid for, you had to earn to receive.
Some years ago I remember getting a phone call at home that began with the blaring of a ship's horn and the sound of waves, lapping upon a shore perhaps, gulls shrieking in the background as if to imply a sunny, foreign port of call. Then a man's voice proudly congratulating me that I have just won a "frrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation!!!!
I had nothing better to do and I went with it. I let the guy ramble on for fifteen minutes about my "frrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation and I gave him my necessary personal information to sign up and all was well with my 'frrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation until I was asked for a credit card number so I could be charged a "nominal processing fee." About a hundred bucks if I recall properly. I politely inquired why I was being asked to pay for my "frrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee" vacation if it was in fact "frreeeeeeeee" and he assured me that the vacation was indeed free. I assured him that if I were paying any money for something that I was told to be "frrreeeeeeeee" then there was no way, no how that it could possibly be "frreeeeeeeeee!" This back and forth went on for a bit until I grew tired of my quarry and I finalized our transaction by stating that he could take his "frreeeeeeeeeeee" vacation and stick it up his "fffuuuuuuuuuucking assssssshooooooole!"
Anyway, I said all that to say this: if these dubious dipshits don't have any sense that allows them to understand the basic principle that nothing in life is free then I absolutely fear for the future of this country. And another thing, considering that education is controlled by another class of entitled people (i.e., unionized teachers) then good luck on getting any blood out of that long shriveled turnip.
Wigglin' and jigglin'
I think it is time we all take a few deep breaths and relax from the constant influx of bad news and remember one important thing. . .
Leonardo DiCaprio is a douchebag.
Leonardo DiCaprio is a douchebag.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Curious Happenings
Usually during the night I rise from the bed at least twice. Sometimes it is to get something to drink, but more often it is because of pesky cats stomping on my head at 3:30 a.m. I don't mind it so much, well maybe I do, but they've trained me well and I seem not to bother with anger.
Usually I get up to let Wildcat out or sometimes to let him in if he is already outside. Last night, I put him out at 1:30 and I woke at three-something when Shadow was making laps up and down my body. I got out of bed, opened the door on the porch, called for Wildcat who usually pops right up from his rocking chair perch, but he did not appear. Strange I thought, and I shuffled back to bed.
I woke again at 5 a.m. and lumbered to the door, called for Wildcat and still he did not appear. Hmmm. I looked at his favorite sleeping chair in the house and there he was, curled up, but watching his stupefied daddy standing dumfounded in total state of confusion. "I don't recall letting you in," I said to Wildcat. He just stared. Probably wondering if I was going to get out the milk or a can of tuna.
Anyway, I turned to begin my morning routine when I realize that the coffeemaker was on. Well, that's odd. Very infrequently do I prepare the coffee pot to make the coffee on its own. More often than not I am pouring out the remainder of yesterday's brew and starting a fresh pot at 5 a.m. But here was yesterday's coffee, nice and warm and ready for a cup just like Dad used to do it.
Dad rarely ever drank fresh coffee. He would make a full pot and spend the next day or two drinking it semi-warm or cold. He'd hit the "on" button on the second day just to freshen it up a bit and sometimes the pot would last three days or even longer. Yes, he was a strange character.
It has been almost a year since Dad passed on and joined the great Ole Miss Pep Rally in the sky, so I guess he decided to pay a visit last night. I can't explain how the cat got in or the coffee pot got turned on other than to say "Have a cup Dad, sit down a stay a while."
Usually I get up to let Wildcat out or sometimes to let him in if he is already outside. Last night, I put him out at 1:30 and I woke at three-something when Shadow was making laps up and down my body. I got out of bed, opened the door on the porch, called for Wildcat who usually pops right up from his rocking chair perch, but he did not appear. Strange I thought, and I shuffled back to bed.
I woke again at 5 a.m. and lumbered to the door, called for Wildcat and still he did not appear. Hmmm. I looked at his favorite sleeping chair in the house and there he was, curled up, but watching his stupefied daddy standing dumfounded in total state of confusion. "I don't recall letting you in," I said to Wildcat. He just stared. Probably wondering if I was going to get out the milk or a can of tuna.
Anyway, I turned to begin my morning routine when I realize that the coffeemaker was on. Well, that's odd. Very infrequently do I prepare the coffee pot to make the coffee on its own. More often than not I am pouring out the remainder of yesterday's brew and starting a fresh pot at 5 a.m. But here was yesterday's coffee, nice and warm and ready for a cup just like Dad used to do it.
Dad rarely ever drank fresh coffee. He would make a full pot and spend the next day or two drinking it semi-warm or cold. He'd hit the "on" button on the second day just to freshen it up a bit and sometimes the pot would last three days or even longer. Yes, he was a strange character.
It has been almost a year since Dad passed on and joined the great Ole Miss Pep Rally in the sky, so I guess he decided to pay a visit last night. I can't explain how the cat got in or the coffee pot got turned on other than to say "Have a cup Dad, sit down a stay a while."
Black Eyed
So who watches the watchers?
And the coup de grace from this article? Swallow with pride folks, he is your doing:
Jack Lew, the White House chief of staff and former director of the Office of Management and Budget, said President Barack Obama was "outraged" by the reported spending, according to Federal News Radio.
Yeah, I bet you were, chickendick. A hundred grand here or there is child's play compared to what you're doing on a regular basis.
He's got the Midas touch, that is, after Midas scratched his dirty butthole a few times. Everything around this guy turns to shit sooner or later.
Heaven help us. We can't afford another four years of this fool.
And the coup de grace from this article? Swallow with pride folks, he is your doing:
Jack Lew, the White House chief of staff and former director of the Office of Management and Budget, said President Barack Obama was "outraged" by the reported spending, according to Federal News Radio.
Yeah, I bet you were, chickendick. A hundred grand here or there is child's play compared to what you're doing on a regular basis.
He's got the Midas touch, that is, after Midas scratched his dirty butthole a few times. Everything around this guy turns to shit sooner or later.
Heaven help us. We can't afford another four years of this fool.
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