Mohammed was a bi-sexual child predator. Go fuck you, go fuck him, go fuck all you ass-backward 7th century heathens. You can take your false outrage over all things offensive to Islam and shove it up a camel's pussy.
Until you people stop sawing off people's limbs, keeping women in bondage, raping children, destroying your own history, and stop the indiscriminate bombing of innocent civilians worldwide, you and your beloved pedophile Mohammed can kiss my lily-white ballsack!
Her name is Shadow and she's a doll, except when she is relentlessly trying to let your blood for you.
Other than that minor drawback, she's become a nice little addition to our cat family which had been whittled down to the lone Wildcat.
He's been a lonely little guy since the sad departure of Bobcat some months ago. But Nature has a way of making balance where there isn't and Wildcat has finally met his match. A match made in Kitty Heaven.
This motherfucking heinous contraption of plastic and more plastic should be a crime against humanity. This was a free gift to us when we upgraded our large output main office copier three years ago. And since day one, since the day this machine first saw light outside of the box it was shipped in, it has not worked correctly. For three years, I've put up with craptastic smudgy copies, strange vibrating and clunking noises, paper jams at every pivot point, and every other error, kink, uh oh, and oopsie daisy that a copier can do. If the tech guy can't make this thing work properly next week, then they will take it back and if they can't do either of those, I'm going to take it home a disassemble it with a .44 magnum.
A comment by Backwards Boy on the capitulationof the Liberal Left on drone use and the still open Gitmo:
Conveniently missing from this is the Geneva Conventions and their outlines for the treatment of non-uniformed, illegal combatants, which is what all of the Gitmo detainees are, IINM. These illegal enemy combatants do not have the rights of a POW and may be executed at any time.
I find it curious that the bleeding heart, anti-war lefties who are so insistent upon the US adopting International Law routinely ignore that little tidbit.
If Bush'd had any balls, he'd have executed every one of the Gitmo detainees to show our enemies how they'd be dealt with if they took up arms against us. If he'd done that, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have to be groped in our own airports or treated as a threat to national security by our own damnedgovernment.
Below is the first comment I read in relation to this article. Some folks are just brilliant:
If you sat in your back yard with a high powered rifle and a scope. And,
your crazy azz neighbor sat in his back yard yelling he was going to
"wipe you off the face of the earth". You call ther police and they talk
to your neighbor but, next day, he's back at it. You call the police
and they keep threatening to arrest your neighbor but he claims he isn't
doing anything wrong. What would you do? Then, one day, you saw he had a
high powered rifle, with a scope but it was all in pieces. Now what
would you do? Every day he sat in his back yard telling the whole
neighborhood he was going to wipe you off the face of the Earth and,
each day he got a little closer to getting that rifle together. How long
would you wait to take him out? Until he had the rifle all together?
Until he loaded it? Until he pointed it at you? Until he pulled the
trigger?
As you may have noticed around here, I don't do movie reviews. And this is kinda sorta because a) I don't get paid for it and b) go fuck yourself. Furthermore, and I quote Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry character in Magnum Force, c) "A good man always has to know his limitations."
However today I make exception and step outside the boundaries of things I am good at like cooking, shooting guns, growing tomatoes, and drinking Heineken with Jagermeister shooters until I am blind, mumbling and passing out in the flower bed near the front porch.
Last night I watched the movie Drive which stars Ryan Gosling as a quiet, introspective and haunted stunt driver, mechanic and moonlighting driver for nefarious criminals and their illegal activities. Now, before I go any further, I will state for the record that I have never seen a Ryan Gosling movie that I was aware of until I saw The Ides of March last week. In Ides, Gosling plays a pricktastic campaign manager for a presidential candidate who gets caught up in, well, politics. Politics of the dirty, back-stabbing, don't trust a single motherfucking soul variety. In the end, I didn't know whether to hate the fucker or feel sorry for him, but nevertheless I felt I had seen a brilliantly crafted character due to Gosling's superb acting.
In Drive, much more of the same spectacular acting, but this time instead of a self-absorbed arrogant turd, Gosling portrays a quiet and difficult to define unnamed character who hides behind a stone front while hiding from an unknown past. As the movie progresses and his love relationship blossoms, one can't help but feel the "hero" side of this dark knight and the viewer could almost throw aside the character's bleak shortcomings in hopes that what is seen in him then is the true man. But all of this is viciously put to rest during a non-violent exchange with a prior client of his where the cracked and sinister alter ego of Gosling's character freezes the moment with cold unambiguous evil. It is then, in that brief moment of clarity, where his true nature is revealed and it is unnerving. The viewer's conflict has begun.
Oddly and unexpectedly, the movie dialogue is sparse, generalized, and much of the character development is a canvas left largely unpainted with direct and obvious plot works and relies more upon mood and the subtle psychological nature of simple human interaction. A slight raise of the brow or glance from one character to another or an angled shot of holding hands was enough to convey volumes of story, backstory and plot. I found this to be a nice diversion from another tough guy slinging zippy one-liners in a fast car type flick of high action, low skill and no drama.
Not to say that the movie did not excite, because it did and in some scenes very much so. At times I was tense, nervous, utterly disgusted, and hopeful. Emotions ran the gamut and were quick to turn as the story progressed to the movie's end where I felt myself pulled in so many directions emotionally that I found it difficult to sleep. Infrequently, I come across something, whether it is a music album or a movie or a moment of time captured in a photograph that reaches down and gently masticates on those tender parts of the soul, heart or mind which in turn releases a wash of crisp feelings and thoughts not often considered. I guess if this happened every day it would make artful creations such as this movie seem mundane, ordinary and vacuous. I believe they call it being "special."
I won't give away any plot details or spoil anything for those of you that haven't seen it. I'll just say that this movie is not for everyone and many people will find the lack of dialogue to be boring and uninteresting, but that is where I find the glory. The movie allows you to paint your own picture instead of the movie trying to dictate the character to you tediously and thereby muddling the purity of their true nature.
And as an added bonus, although she only has 10 minutes of screen time, this movie also features the scorching and sultry Christina Hendricks, which had I known this beforehand, I would have banished the better-half to some unnecessary shoe shopping so I could enjoy the film alone. And lubricated in clarified butter.
And here is one of the most spectacular car maneuvers I have ever seen, which happens at the end of this chase scene. A reverse 270 degree J-turn at speed with three braking actions and burnout powerslide through the finish. Fucking expert I tell you.
Supporting voter ID legislation is exactly the same as suppressing the votes of minorities via poll tax. It is racist. And in case you forgot, it is racist. Racist racist racist.
