April 01, 2004
--- And they say the
--- And they say the media's not biased.
WASHINGTON (AP) - President Bush acknowledged a good deal of
introspection after all the questions lately about his government's
actions before the Sept. 11 attacks and in Iraq, but not a whiff of contrition. Bush was asked in his prime-time news conference if he had made any mistakes.
{Emphasis added by moi} What exactly is he supposed to have a "whiff of
contrition" about? 9/11? I hate to tell you this but OSAMA BIN LADEN is
the one who should be apologizing for 9/11. Iraq? We did what needed to
be done there. No apologies or contrition are needed.
It makes no nevermind to the media that if Bush had admitted to making
a mistake, he would have opened himself up to a full scale media
slaughter on his character. Make no mistake about it: that's ALL the
media would be reporting right now. The headline would appear something
like, Bush Admits He's Made Mistakes! then within twenty-four hours it would morph into Bush Admits Makes Mistakes: How Does This Affect The War on Terror? then the opposition would chime in and the next headline would be, Kerry Claims He NEVER Makes Mistakes. Ad infinitum, ad nauseam.
He refused to answer a leading question that he knew he would be twisted by the media and now the media is mad at him for not answering that leading question so they say he hasn't shown a "whiff of contrition.
Well, what the hell does he have to be contrite about? What does he
have to feel remorseful about? He's done the deal the best he could.
And even if he did feel remorseful, well, saying you feel remorseful is
playing into your enemy's hands. And by enemies I don't mean Kerry or
Ted Kennedy. I mean Al-Sadr in Iraq. I mean the mullahs in Iran. I mean
the remnants of Al-Qaeda. I mean Kim Jong-Il. It gets better too. To be sure, Bush acknowledged the difficulties of recent weeks in
Iraq, the horrible scenes of bodies on television and the sense that
the war has dragged on for a long time. ``It's been really tough for
the families,'' he said. ``It's been tough on this administration.''
He said he has asked himself repeatedly whether his administration
could have done anything to stop the Sept. 11
attacks. He did not directly answer his own question, saying only that
if he'd had an inkling about what was to happen, he would have done
anything to head it off.
There wasn't anything the man could do to head off 9/11. I'm sorry to
tell you this, but come on and get real about the situation. We may be
the United States of America, but this does not mean we're
infailliable. We're human. Shit happens. And most assuredly as much as
we wish it were different, shit happened on 9/11. Things were not
copacetic. And people died. It happens, I'm sorry, but it does. But in
this rush to play election year politics with this commission, we seem
to forget who really was responsible for 9/11: those 19 assholes who
thought this was the best way to make America bend to their will.
Bastards. By doubting this, by saying that there should have been more
we could do to stop 9/11, we're playing right into their hands. Their
overlarge game of three card monte is working. I'm tired of it and I
cannot blame Bush for not playing the media's game. As Sands so aptly
said in Once Upon a Time in Mexico "The best way to win the game is to rig it." The game is rigged---and not in Bush's favor.
WASHINGTON (AP) - President Bush acknowledged a good deal of
introspection after all the questions lately about his government's
actions before the Sept. 11 attacks and in Iraq, but not a whiff of contrition. Bush was asked in his prime-time news conference if he had made any mistakes.
{Emphasis added by moi} What exactly is he supposed to have a "whiff of
contrition" about? 9/11? I hate to tell you this but OSAMA BIN LADEN is
the one who should be apologizing for 9/11. Iraq? We did what needed to
be done there. No apologies or contrition are needed.
It makes no nevermind to the media that if Bush had admitted to making
a mistake, he would have opened himself up to a full scale media
slaughter on his character. Make no mistake about it: that's ALL the
media would be reporting right now. The headline would appear something
like, Bush Admits He's Made Mistakes! then within twenty-four hours it would morph into Bush Admits Makes Mistakes: How Does This Affect The War on Terror? then the opposition would chime in and the next headline would be, Kerry Claims He NEVER Makes Mistakes. Ad infinitum, ad nauseam.
He refused to answer a leading question that he knew he would be twisted by the media and now the media is mad at him for not answering that leading question so they say he hasn't shown a "whiff of contrition.
Well, what the hell does he have to be contrite about? What does he
have to feel remorseful about? He's done the deal the best he could.
And even if he did feel remorseful, well, saying you feel remorseful is
playing into your enemy's hands. And by enemies I don't mean Kerry or
Ted Kennedy. I mean Al-Sadr in Iraq. I mean the mullahs in Iran. I mean
the remnants of Al-Qaeda. I mean Kim Jong-Il. It gets better too. To be sure, Bush acknowledged the difficulties of recent weeks in
Iraq, the horrible scenes of bodies on television and the sense that
the war has dragged on for a long time. ``It's been really tough for
the families,'' he said. ``It's been tough on this administration.''
He said he has asked himself repeatedly whether his administration
could have done anything to stop the Sept. 11
attacks. He did not directly answer his own question, saying only that
if he'd had an inkling about what was to happen, he would have done
anything to head it off.
There wasn't anything the man could do to head off 9/11. I'm sorry to
tell you this, but come on and get real about the situation. We may be
the United States of America, but this does not mean we're
infailliable. We're human. Shit happens. And most assuredly as much as
we wish it were different, shit happened on 9/11. Things were not
copacetic. And people died. It happens, I'm sorry, but it does. But in
this rush to play election year politics with this commission, we seem
to forget who really was responsible for 9/11: those 19 assholes who
thought this was the best way to make America bend to their will.
Bastards. By doubting this, by saying that there should have been more
we could do to stop 9/11, we're playing right into their hands. Their
overlarge game of three card monte is working. I'm tired of it and I
cannot blame Bush for not playing the media's game. As Sands so aptly
said in Once Upon a Time in Mexico "The best way to win the game is to rig it." The game is rigged---and not in Bush's favor.
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--- We have SILLY GERMANS
--- We have SILLY GERMANS today.
I suppose this would be something that could happen to anyone who chose
to imbibe before taking a wife, but how badly would it have sucked to
have had your mother come and pick you up from the police
station---particularly on the day when she was probably looking forward
to handing those duties over to her son's bride?
Bleh.
--- RAM IT---HARDER.
How much fun would that be?
--- Interesting.
Now, if the military should want to revamp its uniforms, my sister Christi has some serious ideas for them.
--- I don't have a great deal of respect for a man who
took a massive dose of heroin, put a shotgun in his mouth and then
pulled the trigger. Not really brave, methinks, that he wanted to be
numb for the last few moments of his life when he wouldn't have felt
anything anyhow when that bullet hit his brain. If you're going to blow
your brains out, at least do it honorably and don't wimp out when the
time comes. I just don't have much respect for him as a human being.
Particularly when he had a child with a woman who was apparently too
unstable for even his tastes. That poor kid. God, I feel for her. He's
dead. Get over it already, would you? He was not "the voice" of a
generation. As a member of the generation of which he's claimed to be
the voice of, I can tell you there is not one single person in the
music industry who represents less of what I stand for than Kurt
Cobain. (Well, maybe Moby but...) He was a whiny, self-involved jerk
who blew his brains out because he would have rather burnt out than
faded away. I have very little respect for him as a human being, mainly
because he killed himself rather than see what his potential was
because the potential was painful for him. It's selfish in the extreme.
You would think that all of the people who worship him would see that
they're the ones who have suffered for his selfishness. You'd think
they'd be bitter about the fact he committed suicide. They're not,
though. They're just sad that he's still gone. Like I said, get over it
already.
I suppose this would be something that could happen to anyone who chose
to imbibe before taking a wife, but how badly would it have sucked to
have had your mother come and pick you up from the police
station---particularly on the day when she was probably looking forward
to handing those duties over to her son's bride?
Bleh.
--- RAM IT---HARDER.
How much fun would that be?
--- Interesting.
Now, if the military should want to revamp its uniforms, my sister Christi has some serious ideas for them.
--- I don't have a great deal of respect for a man who
took a massive dose of heroin, put a shotgun in his mouth and then
pulled the trigger. Not really brave, methinks, that he wanted to be
numb for the last few moments of his life when he wouldn't have felt
anything anyhow when that bullet hit his brain. If you're going to blow
your brains out, at least do it honorably and don't wimp out when the
time comes. I just don't have much respect for him as a human being.
Particularly when he had a child with a woman who was apparently too
unstable for even his tastes. That poor kid. God, I feel for her. He's
dead. Get over it already, would you? He was not "the voice" of a
generation. As a member of the generation of which he's claimed to be
the voice of, I can tell you there is not one single person in the
music industry who represents less of what I stand for than Kurt
Cobain. (Well, maybe Moby but...) He was a whiny, self-involved jerk
who blew his brains out because he would have rather burnt out than
faded away. I have very little respect for him as a human being, mainly
because he killed himself rather than see what his potential was
because the potential was painful for him. It's selfish in the extreme.
You would think that all of the people who worship him would see that
they're the ones who have suffered for his selfishness. You'd think
they'd be bitter about the fact he committed suicide. They're not,
though. They're just sad that he's still gone. Like I said, get over it
already.
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--- Fun with 80's lyrics.
--- Fun with 80's lyrics. Courtesy of A Small Victory
Let's see just how much of my wasted MTV youth I remember. All those
hours spent watching MTV and VH1 on the sly, continuously risking the
wrath of my parents who hated MTV, have to be worth, something---right?
My answers are on the right. We'll see if I'm correct later on. Hey,
it's laundry day---I'm seeking serious distraction here.
1. Suckin on chili dogs outside the Tastee-Freez---Jack and Diane, John
"Cougar" Mellencamp 2. I've done no harm, I keep to myself---Land Down
Under, Men At Work
3. There's a freeway runnin' through the yard---Free Falling, Tom Petty
4. I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all---Wanted Dead or
Alive, Bon Jovi
5. Your mom threw away your best porno mag---You Gotta Fight for Your
Right (To Parrrrrrtaaaaay!), Beastie Boys
6. Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies, well that's no surprise---Our Lips Are Sealed, The Go-Go's
7. One that won't make me nervous, wonderin what to do
8. Are you more than hot for me, or am I a page in your history (book)--- Straight-Up Paula Abdul
9. I can hear you comin, I know what you're after
10. And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV reality---Sunday Bloody Sunday, U2
11. Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts---
12. I've got my back against the record machine---Jump, Van Halen
13. You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand---Mickey
14. A cloud appears above your head, a beam of light comes shining down on you
15. I'm lying in the rain, but I never wave bye-bye
16. He's the one that makes ya feel alright---Dr. Feelgood, Motley Crue
17. Are you happy, are you satisfied, how long can you stand heat
18. I think I thought you were someone else
19. I tried my imagination but I was disturbed
20. I tell you one and one makes three---Cult of Personality, Living Color
21. I'll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out---Big Time, Peter Gabriel
22. And though she will mess up your life, you want her just the same
23. You can listen as well as you hear
24. Think of the tender things that we were working on---
25. They gave you life and in return you gave them hell---Shout, Tears for Fears
26. Knew he must've been about seventeen---I Love Rock and Roll, Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
27. I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools
28. Can't get food for the king
29. Step on a crack, break your momma's back---Whip It, Devo
30. Her hair reminds me of a warn safe place where as a child I'd lie---Sweet Child O' Mine, Guns-n-Roses
31. You're like the sun chasing all of the rain away
32. Everyone you meet, they're jamming in the streets
33. I'm not internationally known, but I'm known to rock microphone (this one is bugging me!)
34. Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray---Bizarre Love Triangle, New Order
35. We'll take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it---Angel in the Centerfold, J. Geils Band
36. I said to my reflection "Let's get out of this place"---
37. Easy ready willing overtime
38. The five years we have had have been such good times---
39. Didn't know how lost I was until I found you---
40. People of the world today are we looking for a better way of life
41. You in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
42. I'm about to lose control and I think I like it---I'm So Excited, The Pointer Sisters
43. Write it on a pound note, pound note---Goody Two Shoes, Adam Ant
44. We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong---Love is a Battlefield, Pat Benatar
45. Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac---Boys of Summer, Don Henley
46. Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
47. An invisible man sleeping in your bed
48. But somewhere sometime when you're curious, I'll be back around
49. I know her love is true but it's so damn easy makin' love to you---
50. Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
51. And incidents arose from circumstance
52. You know I like my girls a little bit older
53. You always live your life never thinking of the future
54. Now we're sharing the same dreams, and our hearts can beat as one
55. She don't need a man's touch---The Glamorous Life, Shiela E.
56. She'll get a hold on you, believe it---
57. You're everywhere, but you're so hard to find
58. You want your percentage, but I'm the fool paying the dues
59. No April rain, no flowers' bloom, no wedding Saturday within the month of June
60. There's a skeleton chokin' on a crust of bread
61. With my body and soul I want you more than you'll ever know
62. I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true---Walking on Sunshine, Katrina and the Waves
63. Animals strike curious poses
64. Religion is a light in the fog
65. I don't know where I'm goin' but I sure know where I've been
66. If you want to find all the cops they're hanging out in the donut shop---Walk Like An Egyptian, Bangles
67. And there's a heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight---Missing You, Tom Waits
68. I'm always workin', slavin', every day
69. Feel like I could run away, run away from this empty heart
70. Kick off your Sunday shoes---Footloose, Kenny Loggins
71. Daddy says she's too young, but she's old enough for me
72. He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"---
73. You're not naive, you must be strong
74. Darken the city night is a wire, steam in the subway earth is afire
75. She had the body of a venus, Lord imagine my surprise---
76. I can't help recalling how it felt to kiss and hold you tight
77. Will you meet him on the main line or will you catch him on the rebound?
78. Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game
79. You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
80. Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream, red, gold and green---Karma Chameleon, Culture Club
81. They threw an American flag in our face
82. When I'm dancing close to her, I can smell the chemicals
83. She told me to come but I was already there---Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC
84. Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
85. It belongs to them, let's give it back---Beds Are Burning, Midnight Oil (I think that's the name of this song???)
86. Everything you do is quite angelicate
87. Rolling like thunder under the covers
88. I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
89. My eyes dilate, my lips go green
90. I touch you once, I touch you twice---If You Leave, Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark (OMD)
91. To have you with me I would swim the seven seas---
92. Crazy little woman in a one man show
93. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
94. Got in a little hometown jam, so they put a rifle in my hand---Born in the USA, Springsteen
95. There is freedom within, there is freedom without---Don't Dream It's Over (It's one of those damn Finn Brothers)
96. But whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose
97. I need fifty dollars to make you holler
98. So let's sink another drink `cause it'll give me time to think---Dancing With Myself, Billy Idol
99. Goddess on the mountain top---Venus, Banarama
100. Couldn't see how much I missed you (now I do)--
101. They even bother my poor father `cause he's down with me
102. Where can I find a woman like that---Jesse's Girl, Rick Springfield
103. Paul, I think I told you I'm a lover not a fighter---Ebony and Ivory, Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney
104. Mine's an ordinary life, working when it's daylight and sleeping when it's night
105. I had a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox (INSANE---it's driving me insane!)
106. Just don't ask me how I am
107. Your lights are on but you're not home
108. Take your passion and make it happen
109. That little faggot he's a millionaire---Money For Nothing, Dire Straits
110. I was wrong, now I find just one thing makes me forget
111. So if you're feeling low, turn up your radio
112. It's no better to be safe than sorry
113. Darlin' in my wildest dreams I never thought I'd go
114. The road is long, there are mountains in your way
115. The Salvation Army band played and the children drank lemonade---Life in a Northern Town
116. The more you live, the faster you will die
117. I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
118. I love you though you hurt me so
119. Wouldn't wanna be swept away, far away from the one that I love
120. The sheik he drove his Cadillac---Rock the Casbah, The Clash
121. She showed me the beach, gave me a peach, and pulled out the suntan lotion
122. Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate
123. Have some more chicken, have some more pie
124. I asked the doctor to take your picture so I could look at you from inside as well
125. Well it's all right riding around in the breeze
126. I'm just going to keep on counting until you are mine
127. Every time you call my name, I heat up like a burnin' flame
128. This is it boys, this is war
129. I can't understand what makes a man hate another man---People Are People, Depeche Mode
130. I can't
sleep at night, I toss and turn
131. I know you really want to tell me goodbye
132. Food is served and you're stone cold munchin'
133. Don't let go while I'm hangin' on, `cause I been hangin' on so
long
134. We can dance, everybody look at your hands---The Safety Dance, Men
Without Hats
135. know a place where we can dance the whole night away underneath
electric stars
136. I know a good thing must come to an end but it's hard to take
losing a friend
137. Well Superman looked up at me, he said "You rock so naturally"
138. You can say anything you like, but you can't touch the
merchandise---
139. You want a piece of my heart, you better start from the
start---Working For The Weekend, Loverboy
140. But when the wrong word goes in the right ear, I know you been
lyin' to me---One Thing Leads to Another, The Fixx
141. I follow where my mind goes
142. What's your definition of dirty, baby---I Want Your Sex, George
Michael
143. We'll leave the TV and the radio behind---
144. All you sittin' in high places, the rain's gonna fall on you
145. I turn the switch and check the number, I leave it on when in bed
I slumber
146. So when the night falls, my lonely heart calls---I Wanna Dance
With Somebody, Whitney "Crackhead" Houston
147. So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage
parlors
148. Did you really think about it before you made the rules---
149. So you think my singing's out of time, well it makes me money
150. Across the north and south to Key Largo, love for sale---Smooth
Operator, Sade
151. Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama---Kokomo, The Beach Boys
152. I swear that I could see forever in your eyes---
153. Nothing had the chance to be good, nothing ever could---
154. Take my license and all that jive---I Can't Drive 55, Sammy Hagar
155. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled, and so I breathe---
156. Dreams stay with you like a lover's voice fires the
mountainside---
157. No huggin' no kissin' til I get a wedding ring---Keep Your Hands
To Yourself, Mojo Nixon
158. I don't worry `cause my wallet's fat---
159. Sister's sighing in her sleep
160. Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
161. Wish I knew what you were looking for
162. What's your price for flight---Sister Christian, Night Ranger
163. I know a guy who's tough but sweet---I Want Candy, Bow-Wow-Wow
164. And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone---
165. Why do I find it so hard to write the next line, oh I want the
truth to be said----True, Spandau Ballet
166. Every time he pulls me near, I just wanna cheer---
167. Put the needle on the record---
168. Whoa no, I've got to keep on moving---
169. Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only
love in the dark---Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler
170. I stain my sheets, I don't even know why---Blister in the Sun,
Violent Femmes
171. There were incidents and accidents, there were hints and
allegations---You Can Call Me Al, Paul Simon
172. I can't get any rest, people say I'm obsessed
173. She dances like she's never danced before--Maniac
174. Do your fancy dances
175. Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know you're one of my
kind---I Need You Tonight, INXS
176. Get up, get up, get up, get up, let's make love tonight
177. But when I win your heart, I'm gonna paint it cherry red---Cherry
Red, Foreigner
178. All the doors I closed on time will open up again
179. Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate
180. You can feel the punishment but you can't commit the sin---No One
Is To Blame, Howard Jones
181. I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right
182. He wants me, but only part of the time---Voices Carry, Til Tuesday
183. People don't you know, don't you know it's about time
184. You were the first, you'll be the last---(SHIT!)
185. You think you're mad, too unstable, kicking in chairs and knocking
down tables---West End Girls, Pet Shop Boys
186. Your heart's been achin' but you're too shy to say it
187. The only one who'll hang out with me is my dear Old Granddad
188. Things are going great, and they're only getting better---The
Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades, Timbuk 3
189. So you better treat her right
190. It's time to bring this ship in to the shore and throw away the
oars forever
191. We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving---I
KNOW this one. It's eluding me.
192. We could dance and party all night, and drink some cherry wine
193. Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
194. You've got to find a way, say what you want to say
195. Sail away with me to another world
196. I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on---Lean on Me, have no
idea of the group who did this remake though.
197. Welcome to the big time, you're bound to be a star
198. Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere---This
is driving me insane! It's either Gloria Estefan or Madonna. I think
it's Madonna, but for the life of me, I can't remember the name of the
song!
199. Work all day to earn his pay, so we can play all night
200. Ever since you've been leaving me, I've been wanting to cry
201. Baby baby when I look at you, I get a warm feeling inside
202. And when we hear the voices sing, the book of love will open up
and let us in
203. Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be
abused---Sweet Dreams, Eurythmics
204. He's licking his lips, he's ready to win, on the hunt tonight for
love at first sting
205. I have a picture pinned to my wall
206. I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky
207. You'll flow down her river, she'll ask and you'll give her
208. Earth below us drifting falling floating weightless
209. Ooh baby, do you know what that's worth?
210. I know when to pull you closer and I know when to let you loose
211. Let me hear your body talk---Physical, Olivia Newton-John
212. Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight---You Can Sleep
While I Drive??? But I don't think so.
213. The beating of our hearts is the only sound
214. And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each
other--- Nothing's Gonna Stop Us,Jefferson Starship
215. Is it so wrong to be human after all?
216. There is good and bad (mmmm-hmmm) in everyone
217. Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?---What's Love Got To
Do With It? Tina Turner
218. It's gonna take money, a whole lotta spendin' money---
219. I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
220. It must've been some kind of kiss, I shoulda walked away
221. You see it all around you, good lovin' gone bad---CRAP!
222. Ronny, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, if I like a girl, who cares who you
like---New Edition fer sure, but which song. My brain hurts. Email me
if you can come up with the rest. --- So, that appeasement vote worked out real well for you Spainards, eh?
--- Have a good weekend. I'm outta here.
Let's see just how much of my wasted MTV youth I remember. All those
hours spent watching MTV and VH1 on the sly, continuously risking the
wrath of my parents who hated MTV, have to be worth, something---right?
My answers are on the right. We'll see if I'm correct later on. Hey,
it's laundry day---I'm seeking serious distraction here.
1. Suckin on chili dogs outside the Tastee-Freez---Jack and Diane, John
"Cougar" Mellencamp 2. I've done no harm, I keep to myself---Land Down
Under, Men At Work
3. There's a freeway runnin' through the yard---Free Falling, Tom Petty
4. I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all---Wanted Dead or
Alive, Bon Jovi
5. Your mom threw away your best porno mag---You Gotta Fight for Your
Right (To Parrrrrrtaaaaay!), Beastie Boys
6. Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies, well that's no surprise---Our Lips Are Sealed, The Go-Go's
7. One that won't make me nervous, wonderin what to do
8. Are you more than hot for me, or am I a page in your history (book)--- Straight-Up Paula Abdul
9. I can hear you comin, I know what you're after
10. And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV reality---Sunday Bloody Sunday, U2
11. Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts---
12. I've got my back against the record machine---Jump, Van Halen
13. You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand---Mickey
14. A cloud appears above your head, a beam of light comes shining down on you
15. I'm lying in the rain, but I never wave bye-bye
16. He's the one that makes ya feel alright---Dr. Feelgood, Motley Crue
17. Are you happy, are you satisfied, how long can you stand heat
18. I think I thought you were someone else
19. I tried my imagination but I was disturbed
20. I tell you one and one makes three---Cult of Personality, Living Color
21. I'll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out---Big Time, Peter Gabriel
22. And though she will mess up your life, you want her just the same
23. You can listen as well as you hear
24. Think of the tender things that we were working on---
25. They gave you life and in return you gave them hell---Shout, Tears for Fears
26. Knew he must've been about seventeen---I Love Rock and Roll, Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
27. I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools
28. Can't get food for the king
29. Step on a crack, break your momma's back---Whip It, Devo
30. Her hair reminds me of a warn safe place where as a child I'd lie---Sweet Child O' Mine, Guns-n-Roses
31. You're like the sun chasing all of the rain away
32. Everyone you meet, they're jamming in the streets
33. I'm not internationally known, but I'm known to rock microphone (this one is bugging me!)
34. Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray---Bizarre Love Triangle, New Order
35. We'll take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it---Angel in the Centerfold, J. Geils Band
36. I said to my reflection "Let's get out of this place"---
37. Easy ready willing overtime
38. The five years we have had have been such good times---
39. Didn't know how lost I was until I found you---
40. People of the world today are we looking for a better way of life
41. You in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
42. I'm about to lose control and I think I like it---I'm So Excited, The Pointer Sisters
43. Write it on a pound note, pound note---Goody Two Shoes, Adam Ant
44. We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong---Love is a Battlefield, Pat Benatar
45. Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac---Boys of Summer, Don Henley
46. Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
47. An invisible man sleeping in your bed
48. But somewhere sometime when you're curious, I'll be back around
49. I know her love is true but it's so damn easy makin' love to you---
50. Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
51. And incidents arose from circumstance
52. You know I like my girls a little bit older
53. You always live your life never thinking of the future
54. Now we're sharing the same dreams, and our hearts can beat as one
55. She don't need a man's touch---The Glamorous Life, Shiela E.
56. She'll get a hold on you, believe it---
57. You're everywhere, but you're so hard to find
58. You want your percentage, but I'm the fool paying the dues
59. No April rain, no flowers' bloom, no wedding Saturday within the month of June
60. There's a skeleton chokin' on a crust of bread
61. With my body and soul I want you more than you'll ever know
62. I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true---Walking on Sunshine, Katrina and the Waves
63. Animals strike curious poses
64. Religion is a light in the fog
65. I don't know where I'm goin' but I sure know where I've been
66. If you want to find all the cops they're hanging out in the donut shop---Walk Like An Egyptian, Bangles
67. And there's a heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight---Missing You, Tom Waits
68. I'm always workin', slavin', every day
69. Feel like I could run away, run away from this empty heart
70. Kick off your Sunday shoes---Footloose, Kenny Loggins
71. Daddy says she's too young, but she's old enough for me
72. He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"---
73. You're not naive, you must be strong
74. Darken the city night is a wire, steam in the subway earth is afire
75. She had the body of a venus, Lord imagine my surprise---
76. I can't help recalling how it felt to kiss and hold you tight
77. Will you meet him on the main line or will you catch him on the rebound?
78. Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game
79. You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
80. Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream, red, gold and green---Karma Chameleon, Culture Club
81. They threw an American flag in our face
82. When I'm dancing close to her, I can smell the chemicals
83. She told me to come but I was already there---Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC
84. Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
85. It belongs to them, let's give it back---Beds Are Burning, Midnight Oil (I think that's the name of this song???)
86. Everything you do is quite angelicate
87. Rolling like thunder under the covers
88. I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
89. My eyes dilate, my lips go green
90. I touch you once, I touch you twice---If You Leave, Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark (OMD)
91. To have you with me I would swim the seven seas---
92. Crazy little woman in a one man show
93. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
94. Got in a little hometown jam, so they put a rifle in my hand---Born in the USA, Springsteen
95. There is freedom within, there is freedom without---Don't Dream It's Over (It's one of those damn Finn Brothers)
96. But whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose
97. I need fifty dollars to make you holler
98. So let's sink another drink `cause it'll give me time to think---Dancing With Myself, Billy Idol
99. Goddess on the mountain top---Venus, Banarama
100. Couldn't see how much I missed you (now I do)--
101. They even bother my poor father `cause he's down with me
102. Where can I find a woman like that---Jesse's Girl, Rick Springfield
103. Paul, I think I told you I'm a lover not a fighter---Ebony and Ivory, Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney
104. Mine's an ordinary life, working when it's daylight and sleeping when it's night
105. I had a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox (INSANE---it's driving me insane!)
106. Just don't ask me how I am
107. Your lights are on but you're not home
108. Take your passion and make it happen
109. That little faggot he's a millionaire---Money For Nothing, Dire Straits
110. I was wrong, now I find just one thing makes me forget
111. So if you're feeling low, turn up your radio
112. It's no better to be safe than sorry
113. Darlin' in my wildest dreams I never thought I'd go
114. The road is long, there are mountains in your way
115. The Salvation Army band played and the children drank lemonade---Life in a Northern Town
116. The more you live, the faster you will die
117. I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
118. I love you though you hurt me so
119. Wouldn't wanna be swept away, far away from the one that I love
120. The sheik he drove his Cadillac---Rock the Casbah, The Clash
121. She showed me the beach, gave me a peach, and pulled out the suntan lotion
122. Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate
123. Have some more chicken, have some more pie
124. I asked the doctor to take your picture so I could look at you from inside as well
125. Well it's all right riding around in the breeze
126. I'm just going to keep on counting until you are mine
127. Every time you call my name, I heat up like a burnin' flame
128. This is it boys, this is war
129. I can't understand what makes a man hate another man---People Are People, Depeche Mode
130. I can't
sleep at night, I toss and turn
131. I know you really want to tell me goodbye
132. Food is served and you're stone cold munchin'
133. Don't let go while I'm hangin' on, `cause I been hangin' on so
long
134. We can dance, everybody look at your hands---The Safety Dance, Men
Without Hats
135. know a place where we can dance the whole night away underneath
electric stars
136. I know a good thing must come to an end but it's hard to take
losing a friend
137. Well Superman looked up at me, he said "You rock so naturally"
138. You can say anything you like, but you can't touch the
merchandise---
139. You want a piece of my heart, you better start from the
start---Working For The Weekend, Loverboy
140. But when the wrong word goes in the right ear, I know you been
lyin' to me---One Thing Leads to Another, The Fixx
141. I follow where my mind goes
142. What's your definition of dirty, baby---I Want Your Sex, George
Michael
143. We'll leave the TV and the radio behind---
144. All you sittin' in high places, the rain's gonna fall on you
145. I turn the switch and check the number, I leave it on when in bed
I slumber
146. So when the night falls, my lonely heart calls---I Wanna Dance
With Somebody, Whitney "Crackhead" Houston
147. So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage
parlors
148. Did you really think about it before you made the rules---
149. So you think my singing's out of time, well it makes me money
150. Across the north and south to Key Largo, love for sale---Smooth
Operator, Sade
151. Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama---Kokomo, The Beach Boys
152. I swear that I could see forever in your eyes---
153. Nothing had the chance to be good, nothing ever could---
154. Take my license and all that jive---I Can't Drive 55, Sammy Hagar
155. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled, and so I breathe---
156. Dreams stay with you like a lover's voice fires the
mountainside---
157. No huggin' no kissin' til I get a wedding ring---Keep Your Hands
To Yourself, Mojo Nixon
158. I don't worry `cause my wallet's fat---
159. Sister's sighing in her sleep
160. Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
161. Wish I knew what you were looking for
162. What's your price for flight---Sister Christian, Night Ranger
163. I know a guy who's tough but sweet---I Want Candy, Bow-Wow-Wow
164. And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone---
165. Why do I find it so hard to write the next line, oh I want the
truth to be said----True, Spandau Ballet
166. Every time he pulls me near, I just wanna cheer---
167. Put the needle on the record---
168. Whoa no, I've got to keep on moving---
169. Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only
love in the dark---Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler
170. I stain my sheets, I don't even know why---Blister in the Sun,
Violent Femmes
171. There were incidents and accidents, there were hints and
allegations---You Can Call Me Al, Paul Simon
172. I can't get any rest, people say I'm obsessed
173. She dances like she's never danced before--Maniac
174. Do your fancy dances
175. Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know you're one of my
kind---I Need You Tonight, INXS
176. Get up, get up, get up, get up, let's make love tonight
177. But when I win your heart, I'm gonna paint it cherry red---Cherry
Red, Foreigner
178. All the doors I closed on time will open up again
179. Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate
180. You can feel the punishment but you can't commit the sin---No One
Is To Blame, Howard Jones
181. I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right
182. He wants me, but only part of the time---Voices Carry, Til Tuesday
183. People don't you know, don't you know it's about time
184. You were the first, you'll be the last---(SHIT!)
185. You think you're mad, too unstable, kicking in chairs and knocking
down tables---West End Girls, Pet Shop Boys
186. Your heart's been achin' but you're too shy to say it
187. The only one who'll hang out with me is my dear Old Granddad
188. Things are going great, and they're only getting better---The
Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades, Timbuk 3
189. So you better treat her right
190. It's time to bring this ship in to the shore and throw away the
oars forever
191. We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving---I
KNOW this one. It's eluding me.
192. We could dance and party all night, and drink some cherry wine
193. Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
194. You've got to find a way, say what you want to say
195. Sail away with me to another world
196. I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on---Lean on Me, have no
idea of the group who did this remake though.
197. Welcome to the big time, you're bound to be a star
198. Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere---This
is driving me insane! It's either Gloria Estefan or Madonna. I think
it's Madonna, but for the life of me, I can't remember the name of the
song!
199. Work all day to earn his pay, so we can play all night
200. Ever since you've been leaving me, I've been wanting to cry
201. Baby baby when I look at you, I get a warm feeling inside
202. And when we hear the voices sing, the book of love will open up
and let us in
203. Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be
abused---Sweet Dreams, Eurythmics
204. He's licking his lips, he's ready to win, on the hunt tonight for
love at first sting
205. I have a picture pinned to my wall
206. I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky
207. You'll flow down her river, she'll ask and you'll give her
208. Earth below us drifting falling floating weightless
209. Ooh baby, do you know what that's worth?
210. I know when to pull you closer and I know when to let you loose
211. Let me hear your body talk---Physical, Olivia Newton-John
212. Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight---You Can Sleep
While I Drive??? But I don't think so.
213. The beating of our hearts is the only sound
214. And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each
other--- Nothing's Gonna Stop Us,Jefferson Starship
215. Is it so wrong to be human after all?
216. There is good and bad (mmmm-hmmm) in everyone
217. Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?---What's Love Got To
Do With It? Tina Turner
218. It's gonna take money, a whole lotta spendin' money---
219. I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
220. It must've been some kind of kiss, I shoulda walked away
221. You see it all around you, good lovin' gone bad---CRAP!
222. Ronny, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, if I like a girl, who cares who you
like---New Edition fer sure, but which song. My brain hurts. Email me
if you can come up with the rest. --- So, that appeasement vote worked out real well for you Spainards, eh?
--- Have a good weekend. I'm outta here.
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--- Bless Mr. H. Yesterday,
--- Bless Mr. H. Yesterday, at our weekly tete-a-tete, I was related to
him the depths of my depression due to a lack of Silly Germans. Being
the good friend that he is, he sympathized. He agreed that he was
depressed at this as well. He resolved to help me with this problem and
as he's a reliable sort, he kept his word and came up with this for me.
Which, of course, leads to this excruciatingly poor bit of sarcasm: Tomatoes really do attack. And they're killer!
I can die happy now.
him the depths of my depression due to a lack of Silly Germans. Being
the good friend that he is, he sympathized. He agreed that he was
depressed at this as well. He resolved to help me with this problem and
as he's a reliable sort, he kept his word and came up with this for me.
Which, of course, leads to this excruciatingly poor bit of sarcasm: Tomatoes really do attack. And they're killer!
I can die happy now.
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--- Uh-oh. Earlier Wednesday, news
--- Uh-oh.
Earlier Wednesday, news agencies quoted Prime Minister Leszek Miller
as saying Poland "cannot turn a blind eye" to the Spanish pullout that
his government was discussing the issue with officials in Washington.
Brought to you courtesy of that idiot Zapatero.
Earlier Wednesday, news agencies quoted Prime Minister Leszek Miller
as saying Poland "cannot turn a blind eye" to the Spanish pullout that
his government was discussing the issue with officials in Washington.
Brought to you courtesy of that idiot Zapatero.
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--- Damn. The secret's out.
--- Damn. The secret's out.
I cannot tell you how many people, every spring, would ask me for
espresso grinds for their gardens when I worked at for Caribou. I was
happy to give them away. After all, they were just going to go in the
garbage. If someone wanted the damn things, well, that was their
perogative. It was a messy business at first, because we hadn't quite
figured out how to line the bash box (the box where the barista smacks
out the dead grinds from the espresso machine brewheads) with a garbage
bag. But once we figured it out---whammo---everyone and their brother
wanted some grinds for their gardens. Reportedly there was some rumor
spreading about how much quicker a garden started growing once you used
the grinds. Which, here in Minnesota where the growing season is maybe
four months long if you're lucky, led to a rush on grinds every May.
While this is a cool thing overall, the baristas and the management
have my sympathy. Do the higher-ups at Charbucks have any idea how much
extra work this is going to mean for the people behind the bar? Idiots.
What an effing mess. Add it up. Every store will need another trash can
for the grinds. This, of course, is on top of the one for the regular
trash and the recycling. Then, of course, someone will have to actually
"do" something with the grinds. Can't just take the grinds out to the
trash. Nope. They've got to be picked up, the manager will have to set
that up and deal with the vagaries involved with one more person
picking something up from a store where there are already loads of
deliveries and pickups. The grinds probably have to go into a special
garbage bag, as well, because they're wet, and heavy and a regular 50
gallon bag full of grinds would break under the stress. I could go on,
but I think you get the gist.
If I were a manager still, I'd be pissed off at this one.
I cannot tell you how many people, every spring, would ask me for
espresso grinds for their gardens when I worked at for Caribou. I was
happy to give them away. After all, they were just going to go in the
garbage. If someone wanted the damn things, well, that was their
perogative. It was a messy business at first, because we hadn't quite
figured out how to line the bash box (the box where the barista smacks
out the dead grinds from the espresso machine brewheads) with a garbage
bag. But once we figured it out---whammo---everyone and their brother
wanted some grinds for their gardens. Reportedly there was some rumor
spreading about how much quicker a garden started growing once you used
the grinds. Which, here in Minnesota where the growing season is maybe
four months long if you're lucky, led to a rush on grinds every May.
While this is a cool thing overall, the baristas and the management
have my sympathy. Do the higher-ups at Charbucks have any idea how much
extra work this is going to mean for the people behind the bar? Idiots.
What an effing mess. Add it up. Every store will need another trash can
for the grinds. This, of course, is on top of the one for the regular
trash and the recycling. Then, of course, someone will have to actually
"do" something with the grinds. Can't just take the grinds out to the
trash. Nope. They've got to be picked up, the manager will have to set
that up and deal with the vagaries involved with one more person
picking something up from a store where there are already loads of
deliveries and pickups. The grinds probably have to go into a special
garbage bag, as well, because they're wet, and heavy and a regular 50
gallon bag full of grinds would break under the stress. I could go on,
but I think you get the gist.
If I were a manager still, I'd be pissed off at this one.
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Ok, so you might have
Ok, so you might have noticed that I finally found some freebie software for comments.
Let me revise that: I finally got around to looking
for some freebie software for comments. I haven't been aflame with the
righteous zealotry of a blogger who lives for riveting discussions in
their comments sections. I'm lazy. Shoot me. Anyway, let me just
outline the Comments Policy quickly so you can get back to surfing
porn. 1. Abusive comments will be deleted---just as soon as I figure
out how to do that. What qualifies as abusive? Well, if you tell
another commenter (or me) that they should go and do certain things
with a donkey, your post will be deleted. It's really quite simple. See
#2 for guidelines on how not to have your comments deleted.
2. My mother reads my blog and the woman has no shortage of opinions,
so you might be hearing from her. Like mother, like daughter. However,
since my
mom is reading this thing, and knowing that she believes in the "it's
takes a village" concept, know that she will smack you down if you get
out of line. And I'll let her. She's my mother---she owns me. I have no
choice in this regard. So, it would seem that the best rule of thumb
for commenting here would be---ahem---if you wouldn't want your mother reading what you wrote, don't post it for my mom to read.
Clear enough? Post away.
Let me revise that: I finally got around to looking
for some freebie software for comments. I haven't been aflame with the
righteous zealotry of a blogger who lives for riveting discussions in
their comments sections. I'm lazy. Shoot me. Anyway, let me just
outline the Comments Policy quickly so you can get back to surfing
porn. 1. Abusive comments will be deleted---just as soon as I figure
out how to do that. What qualifies as abusive? Well, if you tell
another commenter (or me) that they should go and do certain things
with a donkey, your post will be deleted. It's really quite simple. See
#2 for guidelines on how not to have your comments deleted.
2. My mother reads my blog and the woman has no shortage of opinions,
so you might be hearing from her. Like mother, like daughter. However,
since my
mom is reading this thing, and knowing that she believes in the "it's
takes a village" concept, know that she will smack you down if you get
out of line. And I'll let her. She's my mother---she owns me. I have no
choice in this regard. So, it would seem that the best rule of thumb
for commenting here would be---ahem---if you wouldn't want your mother reading what you wrote, don't post it for my mom to read.
Clear enough? Post away.
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--- Kinda hard to conduct
--- Kinda hard to conduct a case in the court of public opinion when you're under a gag order, eh Geragos?
Mark wants to get back to warming up the seats on Larry King's set.
Mark wants to get back to warming up the seats on Larry King's set.
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--- Oh, no. In principle,
--- Oh, no.
In principle, I have a tendency to applaud remakes of films that sucked
the first time around. You would think that they could only go up,
right? Exhibit A--- Oceans' Eleven.
They couldn't freaking go anywhere but up on that one because the
original was awful. So, in principal, remakes of bad movies are a good thing.
Except when you have a movie like Back to School.
There was nothing worth redeeming in that piece o' excrement that would
make it worthy of a remake, let alone a vehicle for Cedric The
Entertainer. Because Cedric's actually quite funny, whereas Rodney
Dangerfield was only rarely funny. In small does. Cedric, do me a
favor, babe. Come up with your own scripts, please. You're better than
this.
In principle, I have a tendency to applaud remakes of films that sucked
the first time around. You would think that they could only go up,
right? Exhibit A--- Oceans' Eleven.
They couldn't freaking go anywhere but up on that one because the
original was awful. So, in principal, remakes of bad movies are a good thing.
Except when you have a movie like Back to School.
There was nothing worth redeeming in that piece o' excrement that would
make it worthy of a remake, let alone a vehicle for Cedric The
Entertainer. Because Cedric's actually quite funny, whereas Rodney
Dangerfield was only rarely funny. In small does. Cedric, do me a
favor, babe. Come up with your own scripts, please. You're better than
this.
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--- Very funny. Apparently the
--- Very funny.
Apparently the Peeps put on a protest outside of the White House on Easter Sunday. Michele has the scoop---as usual.
--- Mr. H. has promised
to finally send me his submission about the ongoing bus drivers strike
here in the Twin Cities. I do believe I offered him the opportunity to
vent over a month ago, but he's been a wee bit busy at work and he
doesn't have a computer at home (poor man!), so I've waited patiently
and he finally promised to send it to me today. Still hasn't sent it
yet. He says he'll send it if, when he rereads it, it's up to snuff.
That is BS. Bubba needs to send it to me.
Am tempted to publish his email address here to get some of my loyal
audience to harrass him. But I won't because I'm a nice person and I
don't want his inbox to be inundated with penis enhancement spams. ---
Had a very nice easter over in Eagan at the sister and brother in law's
house. The kiddies were in happy form---very few tears shed and only a
few elbows were placed directly into the food on their plates. Life was
pretty sweet in that respect. I've mentioned before that, where the
husband's sister is concerned, religion is the proverbial loaded gun
sitting on the table, threatening everyone with its potential for
causing discontent. We try not to chat about religion. We really do.
I'm Catholic. The husband is agnostic, in the truest definition of that
word, and is not a big fan of organized religion. And the brother and
sister in law are Missouri Snyod Lutheran. There's not a whole lot of
common ground available for us to trod upon. But as much as we try to
stay away from talking about the loaded gun that's sitting on the
table, one of us invariably picks the damn thing up and starts waving
it around simply because they can't help themselves. (Talk about some
mixed metaphors! However, it works, so I'm leaving them!)
Now, the sister in law, bless her, is very religious. At the urging of
her husband, she has centered her family's life around their church and
what that church preaches. This is completely fine with me. But
what bothers me is that in this effort to be more Godly, she has, in
essence, used her religion as a shield to protect herself and her
family from ideas that she doesn't like. She homeschools the kids for
two reasons. One, she wants her kids to have a parochial education and
their church doesn't have a school. Two, she doesn't like the NEA's
liberal agenda, so she circumvents that agenda by homeschooling and in
the process eliminates the need to teach her children critical thinking
skills. But this effort to avoid ideas that she doesn't like isn't
present only in how she educates her children. It's present in
everything they do. She listens to the Christian radio station here in
town and loves it. They have speakers about how creationism is right
simply because evolutionism is a theory and has never been
proven---beyond a reasonable doubt---to be correct. She supported Judge
Moore last summer in his effort to keep his Ten Commandments monument.
She believes homosexuality to be wrong because it's in the bible as
being one of those forbidden activities (surprisingly, though, she
doesn't support the FMA for all the right reasons). I could go on but I
think you get the picture. She has a lot of religious books on her
shelf. And a lot of those books are put out by the Focus on the Family.
Well, yesterday, we were doing pretty good on avoiding religion
altogether. Of course, it was a religious holiday, so there were the
inevitable questions about Mass and services and the like. But we got
through it pleasantly enough and that was fine. What blew me away,
however, was when the sister in law called the inlaws down in Phoenix,
to extend the Easter greetings. She wanted to know if her Dad had
watched the CD-Rom's about "The DaVinci Code," that she'd sent them. I
was sitting right next to her and after she'd passed the phone over to
the husband, I asked her what the deal with the book was.
Apparently, she's concerned that her father was raving about that book.
She was concerned about this interest because her pastor---"a history
buff" as the sister in law described him---was concerned that people
would think the history in this work of fiction to be fact. The pastor
apparently held a few sessions at their church about this and put the
lectures on CD-Rom. Apparently, the sister in law was concerned and
sent the CD's to her father. Now, if she wants to rant and rave about a
book, that's fine with me, but what bothers me is that she hasn't even read The DaVinci Code.
Nor does she want to, from what I gather, because it has all sorts of
historical fallacies in it---or so her pastor says. The husband and I
were just dumbfounded by this one. She's suggested some pretty off the
wall junk over the years, but this one? To be concerned about what a
book---a work of fiction, mind you---presents simply because your
pastor said it had some historical inaccuracies in it? Nevermind that
the pastor is only a "history buff"--- but his word about the
truthfulness contained in this book is good enough testimony about the
worthwhileness of this book in the sister in law's mind. What the hell
is wrong with this picture?
I don't mean to rag on the sister in law. She's a nice person. She
really is. And I don't want to make it seem like I'm ragging on her
beliefs, either, but good grief, how can I help myself on this one? She
had never even read the thing and yet she's concerned about the
historical facts presented therein. What the hell? She actually asked
me what the plot was about. I told her it essentially turned the search
for the Holy Grail upon its ear and that the Holy Grail---in Dan
Brown's novel---was not what we typically thought of it as being. And
then there are clues and the characters follow those clues to get to
the resolution of the matter. "It's a good book," I said, but she
looked unconvinced. Then we chatted about "Angels and Demons," the
predecessor to "The DaVinci Code," and you could tell, simply by the
horrified look on her face when I told her the title of the book, that
it wasn't something she was ever going to read just because the title
turned her off. I tried to explain that Brown writes conspiracy novels.
That "Angels and Demons'" plot revolved about the Illuminati, a sort of
Masonic like sect.
The conversation then went like this:
SIL: "Oh, I heard that Masonry is rooted in satanic worship." {I do a
mental slap to the forehead at this point for using the Masons as a
point of reference. I should have known better.}
Me: "What? Who'd you hear that from?"
BIL: "She heard that from a pastor."
Me: "Huh? No, that's not right. The Masons were a secret society, yes,
but they have nothing to do with worshipping Satan. They were a
brotherhood that was formed to push society further---they weren't
allowed to chat about religion or politics. In essence, they were sort
of like a fraternity. A networking thing to help the members get
further in life. No one really knows what they're all about, but plenty
of rumors have circulated over the years, but I try and take the middle
of the road aspect about the rumors simply because we don't know one
way or another. I doubt they were satan worshippers, but I also doubt
that they were strictly all about pushing society further, either."
SIL: remains silent, but gives me an unconvinced look and then turns
away because one of the kids needed her.
The husband then got in on the act and the more we dismissed the sister
in law's position on the matter, the quieter the brother in law got and
the more entrenched she became in her opinion that this book was
historically inaccurate. Now, she never went over the line and said no
one should read it, but it was apparently fine with her that because
her pastor had said it wasn't a truthful book, well, she wasn't going
to bother reading it.
We left shortly thereafter and the minute we got home, the husband went
and found "The DaVinci Code" on the shelf and pulled it. He's going to
take it over to her and demand that she read it before she says another
thing to another person about it. He's her big brother---he apparently
can get away with that sort of behavior whereas I cannot. And that's
just fine with me. I would like her to read some fiction. All she has
on her bookshelves are self-help books and books about the Bible. I
just have to wonder though, why is she so afraid about books like this?
I don't want to knock her, but if she's really as strong in her faith
as she portrays herself to be, what's the harm in them? Why take an
activist stance against something you know nothing about simply because
you've heard certain things about its inaccuracies from someone who
isn't a trained history professor? It makes no sense to me. I want my
world to be bigger. I want to understand what this world and the people
who inhabit it are all about. The sister in law, however, wants the
world to be smaller. Yet, she wants a say in how the world is run. How
is it possible to understand the world and the people in it if you're
going to close yourself off from ideas that differ from yours if you
never look at those ideas in the first place?
Apparently the Peeps put on a protest outside of the White House on Easter Sunday. Michele has the scoop---as usual.
--- Mr. H. has promised
to finally send me his submission about the ongoing bus drivers strike
here in the Twin Cities. I do believe I offered him the opportunity to
vent over a month ago, but he's been a wee bit busy at work and he
doesn't have a computer at home (poor man!), so I've waited patiently
and he finally promised to send it to me today. Still hasn't sent it
yet. He says he'll send it if, when he rereads it, it's up to snuff.
That is BS. Bubba needs to send it to me.
Am tempted to publish his email address here to get some of my loyal
audience to harrass him. But I won't because I'm a nice person and I
don't want his inbox to be inundated with penis enhancement spams. ---
Had a very nice easter over in Eagan at the sister and brother in law's
house. The kiddies were in happy form---very few tears shed and only a
few elbows were placed directly into the food on their plates. Life was
pretty sweet in that respect. I've mentioned before that, where the
husband's sister is concerned, religion is the proverbial loaded gun
sitting on the table, threatening everyone with its potential for
causing discontent. We try not to chat about religion. We really do.
I'm Catholic. The husband is agnostic, in the truest definition of that
word, and is not a big fan of organized religion. And the brother and
sister in law are Missouri Snyod Lutheran. There's not a whole lot of
common ground available for us to trod upon. But as much as we try to
stay away from talking about the loaded gun that's sitting on the
table, one of us invariably picks the damn thing up and starts waving
it around simply because they can't help themselves. (Talk about some
mixed metaphors! However, it works, so I'm leaving them!)
Now, the sister in law, bless her, is very religious. At the urging of
her husband, she has centered her family's life around their church and
what that church preaches. This is completely fine with me. But
what bothers me is that in this effort to be more Godly, she has, in
essence, used her religion as a shield to protect herself and her
family from ideas that she doesn't like. She homeschools the kids for
two reasons. One, she wants her kids to have a parochial education and
their church doesn't have a school. Two, she doesn't like the NEA's
liberal agenda, so she circumvents that agenda by homeschooling and in
the process eliminates the need to teach her children critical thinking
skills. But this effort to avoid ideas that she doesn't like isn't
present only in how she educates her children. It's present in
everything they do. She listens to the Christian radio station here in
town and loves it. They have speakers about how creationism is right
simply because evolutionism is a theory and has never been
proven---beyond a reasonable doubt---to be correct. She supported Judge
Moore last summer in his effort to keep his Ten Commandments monument.
She believes homosexuality to be wrong because it's in the bible as
being one of those forbidden activities (surprisingly, though, she
doesn't support the FMA for all the right reasons). I could go on but I
think you get the picture. She has a lot of religious books on her
shelf. And a lot of those books are put out by the Focus on the Family.
Well, yesterday, we were doing pretty good on avoiding religion
altogether. Of course, it was a religious holiday, so there were the
inevitable questions about Mass and services and the like. But we got
through it pleasantly enough and that was fine. What blew me away,
however, was when the sister in law called the inlaws down in Phoenix,
to extend the Easter greetings. She wanted to know if her Dad had
watched the CD-Rom's about "The DaVinci Code," that she'd sent them. I
was sitting right next to her and after she'd passed the phone over to
the husband, I asked her what the deal with the book was.
Apparently, she's concerned that her father was raving about that book.
She was concerned about this interest because her pastor---"a history
buff" as the sister in law described him---was concerned that people
would think the history in this work of fiction to be fact. The pastor
apparently held a few sessions at their church about this and put the
lectures on CD-Rom. Apparently, the sister in law was concerned and
sent the CD's to her father. Now, if she wants to rant and rave about a
book, that's fine with me, but what bothers me is that she hasn't even read The DaVinci Code.
Nor does she want to, from what I gather, because it has all sorts of
historical fallacies in it---or so her pastor says. The husband and I
were just dumbfounded by this one. She's suggested some pretty off the
wall junk over the years, but this one? To be concerned about what a
book---a work of fiction, mind you---presents simply because your
pastor said it had some historical inaccuracies in it? Nevermind that
the pastor is only a "history buff"--- but his word about the
truthfulness contained in this book is good enough testimony about the
worthwhileness of this book in the sister in law's mind. What the hell
is wrong with this picture?
I don't mean to rag on the sister in law. She's a nice person. She
really is. And I don't want to make it seem like I'm ragging on her
beliefs, either, but good grief, how can I help myself on this one? She
had never even read the thing and yet she's concerned about the
historical facts presented therein. What the hell? She actually asked
me what the plot was about. I told her it essentially turned the search
for the Holy Grail upon its ear and that the Holy Grail---in Dan
Brown's novel---was not what we typically thought of it as being. And
then there are clues and the characters follow those clues to get to
the resolution of the matter. "It's a good book," I said, but she
looked unconvinced. Then we chatted about "Angels and Demons," the
predecessor to "The DaVinci Code," and you could tell, simply by the
horrified look on her face when I told her the title of the book, that
it wasn't something she was ever going to read just because the title
turned her off. I tried to explain that Brown writes conspiracy novels.
That "Angels and Demons'" plot revolved about the Illuminati, a sort of
Masonic like sect.
The conversation then went like this:
SIL: "Oh, I heard that Masonry is rooted in satanic worship." {I do a
mental slap to the forehead at this point for using the Masons as a
point of reference. I should have known better.}
Me: "What? Who'd you hear that from?"
BIL: "She heard that from a pastor."
Me: "Huh? No, that's not right. The Masons were a secret society, yes,
but they have nothing to do with worshipping Satan. They were a
brotherhood that was formed to push society further---they weren't
allowed to chat about religion or politics. In essence, they were sort
of like a fraternity. A networking thing to help the members get
further in life. No one really knows what they're all about, but plenty
of rumors have circulated over the years, but I try and take the middle
of the road aspect about the rumors simply because we don't know one
way or another. I doubt they were satan worshippers, but I also doubt
that they were strictly all about pushing society further, either."
SIL: remains silent, but gives me an unconvinced look and then turns
away because one of the kids needed her.
The husband then got in on the act and the more we dismissed the sister
in law's position on the matter, the quieter the brother in law got and
the more entrenched she became in her opinion that this book was
historically inaccurate. Now, she never went over the line and said no
one should read it, but it was apparently fine with her that because
her pastor had said it wasn't a truthful book, well, she wasn't going
to bother reading it.
We left shortly thereafter and the minute we got home, the husband went
and found "The DaVinci Code" on the shelf and pulled it. He's going to
take it over to her and demand that she read it before she says another
thing to another person about it. He's her big brother---he apparently
can get away with that sort of behavior whereas I cannot. And that's
just fine with me. I would like her to read some fiction. All she has
on her bookshelves are self-help books and books about the Bible. I
just have to wonder though, why is she so afraid about books like this?
I don't want to knock her, but if she's really as strong in her faith
as she portrays herself to be, what's the harm in them? Why take an
activist stance against something you know nothing about simply because
you've heard certain things about its inaccuracies from someone who
isn't a trained history professor? It makes no sense to me. I want my
world to be bigger. I want to understand what this world and the people
who inhabit it are all about. The sister in law, however, wants the
world to be smaller. Yet, she wants a say in how the world is run. How
is it possible to understand the world and the people in it if you're
going to close yourself off from ideas that differ from yours if you
never look at those ideas in the first place?
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Random thought for the day:
Random thought for the day: is sexual frustration part of the motivation of a suicide bomber?
They are promised 72 virgins after all and we all know Muslim girls don't put out much. There's no reason for them to.
Hmmm.
Solution to this problem: spank the monkey, my young headband wearing friends. The life you save could be your own.
Literally.
They are promised 72 virgins after all and we all know Muslim girls don't put out much. There's no reason for them to.
Hmmm.
Solution to this problem: spank the monkey, my young headband wearing friends. The life you save could be your own.
Literally.
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--- Pish Posh. NEW YORK
--- Pish Posh.
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Franciscan friars in New York loved Mel
Gibson's hit movie "The Passion of The Christ," so much
they are petitioning him to follow-up with a film biography of the
order's founder, Saint Francis of Assisi.
More than 40,000 hits have been registered on the Franciscan Friars of
the Renewal's "open letter and respectful
petition" addressed to Gibson, and more than 8,000 readers have filled
out the online petition at www.franciscanfriars.com.
Father Glenn Sudano, head of the community of 82 friars in the New York
metropolitan area, had the petition posted after seeing "The Passion,"
believing it would be a natural sequel and high time for a realistic
portrayal of Saint Francis.
"They dip these people in plaster," Father Glenn said about perceptions
of the saints. "They are much more powerful, more
interesting, more engaging, much more human."
Come on. Yes, St. Francis did the wine, women and song bit rather well, but if "complete conversion" is what you're looking for look no further than this guy.
He had a girlfriend, a wife, a son born out of wedlock, was a mama's
boy---then he joined a cult before struggling with his faith, the
politicking of said faith, and becoming a leader in the Church. DRAMA
GALORE! And an interesting story about faith, too. St. Francis, God
bless him, always seemed a little "too good" to me. He never had doubts
about his faith. He never seemed to wonder if he was taking the right
path. Augustine, however, was human---and that's what I like about him.
Besides, if you're going to make a movie about Augustine, you have to
have some sex. After all, this was the man who said, "Give me chastity,
but do not give it yet." You don't get a whole lot of that with St.
Francis. His womanizing was strictly for pleasure. Augustine seemed to
have a deep respect for all things female. Make a movie about him and
you'll---gasp---actually get to have women characters in a Bible movie
who aren't one dimensional, solely supportive creatures. Augustine. Not
Francis. PLEASE.
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Franciscan friars in New York loved Mel
Gibson's hit movie "The Passion of The Christ," so much
they are petitioning him to follow-up with a film biography of the
order's founder, Saint Francis of Assisi.
More than 40,000 hits have been registered on the Franciscan Friars of
the Renewal's "open letter and respectful
petition" addressed to Gibson, and more than 8,000 readers have filled
out the online petition at www.franciscanfriars.com.
Father Glenn Sudano, head of the community of 82 friars in the New York
metropolitan area, had the petition posted after seeing "The Passion,"
believing it would be a natural sequel and high time for a realistic
portrayal of Saint Francis.
"They dip these people in plaster," Father Glenn said about perceptions
of the saints. "They are much more powerful, more
interesting, more engaging, much more human."
Come on. Yes, St. Francis did the wine, women and song bit rather well, but if "complete conversion" is what you're looking for look no further than this guy.
He had a girlfriend, a wife, a son born out of wedlock, was a mama's
boy---then he joined a cult before struggling with his faith, the
politicking of said faith, and becoming a leader in the Church. DRAMA
GALORE! And an interesting story about faith, too. St. Francis, God
bless him, always seemed a little "too good" to me. He never had doubts
about his faith. He never seemed to wonder if he was taking the right
path. Augustine, however, was human---and that's what I like about him.
Besides, if you're going to make a movie about Augustine, you have to
have some sex. After all, this was the man who said, "Give me chastity,
but do not give it yet." You don't get a whole lot of that with St.
Francis. His womanizing was strictly for pleasure. Augustine seemed to
have a deep respect for all things female. Make a movie about him and
you'll---gasp---actually get to have women characters in a Bible movie
who aren't one dimensional, solely supportive creatures. Augustine. Not
Francis. PLEASE.
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--- You need to read
--- You need to read this.
It is a tribute to the new American-installed democracy in Iraq that
an Iraqi newspaper has been in the forefront of exposing the racket and
naming the 270 international power brokers who seem to have had their
hands in the till. Here's how the scam allegedly worked: Saddam sold
oil to his friends and allies around the world at deep discounts. The
buyers resold the oil at huge profits. Saddam then got kickbacks of 10
percent from both the oil traders and the suppliers of humanitarian
goods. Iraqi bean counters, fortunately, kept meticulous records.
Coincidence. If you wondered why the French were so hostile to
America's approach to Iraq and even opposed to ending the sanctions
after the 1991 Gulf War, here's one possible explanation: French oil
traders got 165 million barrels of Iraqi crude at cut-rate prices. The
CEO of one French company, SOCO International, got vouchers for 36
million barrels of Iraqi oil. Was it just a coincidence that the man is
a close political and financial supporter of President Jacques Chirac?
Or that a former minister of the interior, Charles Pasqua, allegedly
received 12 million barrels from Baghdad? Or that a former French
ambassador to the U.N., Jean-Bernard Merimee, received an allocation of
11 million barrels? Perhaps it was just happenstance, too, that a
French bank with close ties to then French President François
Mitterrand and one of the bank's big shareholders who is close to
Saddam became the main conduit for the bulk of the $67 billion in
proceeds from the oil-for-food program. All told, 42 French companies
and individuals got a piece of this lucrative trade. No matter how
cynical you may be, it's sometimes just plain hard to keep up with the
French.
But they're not alone. Russians received more than 2.5 billion barrels
of the cut-rate crude. Some 1.4 billion barrels went to the Russian
state. Not to be left out of the feeding frenzy, even the U.N. got in
on the action. It received administrative fees of about $2 billion for
the program, which may be fair, but the senior U.N. official in charge
of the program, Benon Sevan, is reported to have received 11.5 million
barrels himself. Cotecna, a Swiss-based firm hired by the U.N. to
monitor the import of the food and medicine to Iraq, hired Kojo Annan,
the son of U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan, as a consultant during
the period when the company was assembling and submitting bids for the
oil-for-food program. All of these coincidences were reported by
Claudia Rosett in the National Review. None, surprisingly, were
disclosed by the U.N., Cotecna, or the senior or junior Annan. The
imposition of so-called smart sanctions on Iraq, several years after
the end of the 1991 Gulf War, allowed Saddam to purchase items besides
food and medicine. But some of the things approved by Kofi Annan seem
pretty far afield. There was the $20 million he authorized for an
Olympic sports city for Uday Hussein, Saddam's reprehensible (and now
deceased) oldest son. And then there was the $50 million for TV and
radio equipment for Saddam's ham-handed propaganda machine. This is
food? Gives new meaning to Kofi Annan's statement, in 1998, that Saddam
was a man "I can do business with." And how.
And yet, somehow, the UN is the organization that is the best qualified to take over running the show in Iraq.
How, precisely, would this be a good idea?
It is a tribute to the new American-installed democracy in Iraq that
an Iraqi newspaper has been in the forefront of exposing the racket and
naming the 270 international power brokers who seem to have had their
hands in the till. Here's how the scam allegedly worked: Saddam sold
oil to his friends and allies around the world at deep discounts. The
buyers resold the oil at huge profits. Saddam then got kickbacks of 10
percent from both the oil traders and the suppliers of humanitarian
goods. Iraqi bean counters, fortunately, kept meticulous records.
Coincidence. If you wondered why the French were so hostile to
America's approach to Iraq and even opposed to ending the sanctions
after the 1991 Gulf War, here's one possible explanation: French oil
traders got 165 million barrels of Iraqi crude at cut-rate prices. The
CEO of one French company, SOCO International, got vouchers for 36
million barrels of Iraqi oil. Was it just a coincidence that the man is
a close political and financial supporter of President Jacques Chirac?
Or that a former minister of the interior, Charles Pasqua, allegedly
received 12 million barrels from Baghdad? Or that a former French
ambassador to the U.N., Jean-Bernard Merimee, received an allocation of
11 million barrels? Perhaps it was just happenstance, too, that a
French bank with close ties to then French President François
Mitterrand and one of the bank's big shareholders who is close to
Saddam became the main conduit for the bulk of the $67 billion in
proceeds from the oil-for-food program. All told, 42 French companies
and individuals got a piece of this lucrative trade. No matter how
cynical you may be, it's sometimes just plain hard to keep up with the
French.
But they're not alone. Russians received more than 2.5 billion barrels
of the cut-rate crude. Some 1.4 billion barrels went to the Russian
state. Not to be left out of the feeding frenzy, even the U.N. got in
on the action. It received administrative fees of about $2 billion for
the program, which may be fair, but the senior U.N. official in charge
of the program, Benon Sevan, is reported to have received 11.5 million
barrels himself. Cotecna, a Swiss-based firm hired by the U.N. to
monitor the import of the food and medicine to Iraq, hired Kojo Annan,
the son of U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan, as a consultant during
the period when the company was assembling and submitting bids for the
oil-for-food program. All of these coincidences were reported by
Claudia Rosett in the National Review. None, surprisingly, were
disclosed by the U.N., Cotecna, or the senior or junior Annan. The
imposition of so-called smart sanctions on Iraq, several years after
the end of the 1991 Gulf War, allowed Saddam to purchase items besides
food and medicine. But some of the things approved by Kofi Annan seem
pretty far afield. There was the $20 million he authorized for an
Olympic sports city for Uday Hussein, Saddam's reprehensible (and now
deceased) oldest son. And then there was the $50 million for TV and
radio equipment for Saddam's ham-handed propaganda machine. This is
food? Gives new meaning to Kofi Annan's statement, in 1998, that Saddam
was a man "I can do business with." And how.
And yet, somehow, the UN is the organization that is the best qualified to take over running the show in Iraq.
How, precisely, would this be a good idea?
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--- It's not often you
--- It's not often you hear someone in the government talking about long drops from very short ropes.
The blunt remarks by Deputy Secretary of State Richard Armitage to a
House subcommittee were the strongest comments the Bush administration
has made since accusations surfaced in January that Saddam Hussein
ripped off $10 billion from the program. But questioned by Rep. Jerry
Lewis (R-Calif.) about the United Nations' role in the scandal - and
whether the State Department did enough to stop the wholesale graft
from taking place - the tough-talking Armitage said the department is
taking the allegations seriously. He noted that the department has
taken what he called the "extraordinary" step of turning over sensitive
documents to investigators on the matter, "because we want to get to
the bottom of it as much as you do." "And if someone is found guilty they ought to hang," Armitage said.
{emphasis mine...all mine}
I can hear the soundbite on CNN already, can't you?
A prominent Bush Administration official threatened the use of the
death penalty on UN officials during a Congressional Hearing on
Thursday. Citing concerns over human rights,
the UN filed a diplomatic protest with the State Department and
released a strongly worded statement condeming Armitage's lack of
concern over the millions of people worldwide who unjustly face the
death penalty every year with little to no recourse. {cut to Kofi Annan
press conference}
"...Mr. Armitage is someone for whom we have a great deal of respect.
His words, however, are not very nice and we insist that he take them
back. Or we'll triple dog dare him to lick a metal pole in January. In
Canada. The Canadian Mission to the United Nations has agreed to find
the best locale for said licking and we strongly recommend that Mr.
Armitage take up this challenge on behalf of the millions of unjustly
accused individuals who face the death penalty every
year---particularly in his home country..."
{cut back to bubbleheadedbleachblondewhocomesonatfive}
"No word from the State Department as to whether or not Mr. Armitage
will indeed take his words back or
if he will respond to the triple dog dare. To further assess the
seriousness of the dreaded triple dog dare, we have renowned expert,
Billy Jackson, a seventh grader from St. Margaret Mary Grade School in
Omaha, Nebraska, on the line...Billy, can you hear me? "Uh, yes ma'am."
"Good, what exactly is a triple dog dare and what does it mean for Mr.
Armitage in practical terms?"
I think you get the gist.
The blunt remarks by Deputy Secretary of State Richard Armitage to a
House subcommittee were the strongest comments the Bush administration
has made since accusations surfaced in January that Saddam Hussein
ripped off $10 billion from the program. But questioned by Rep. Jerry
Lewis (R-Calif.) about the United Nations' role in the scandal - and
whether the State Department did enough to stop the wholesale graft
from taking place - the tough-talking Armitage said the department is
taking the allegations seriously. He noted that the department has
taken what he called the "extraordinary" step of turning over sensitive
documents to investigators on the matter, "because we want to get to
the bottom of it as much as you do." "And if someone is found guilty they ought to hang," Armitage said.
{emphasis mine...all mine}
I can hear the soundbite on CNN already, can't you?
A prominent Bush Administration official threatened the use of the
death penalty on UN officials during a Congressional Hearing on
Thursday. Citing concerns over human rights,
the UN filed a diplomatic protest with the State Department and
released a strongly worded statement condeming Armitage's lack of
concern over the millions of people worldwide who unjustly face the
death penalty every year with little to no recourse. {cut to Kofi Annan
press conference}
"...Mr. Armitage is someone for whom we have a great deal of respect.
His words, however, are not very nice and we insist that he take them
back. Or we'll triple dog dare him to lick a metal pole in January. In
Canada. The Canadian Mission to the United Nations has agreed to find
the best locale for said licking and we strongly recommend that Mr.
Armitage take up this challenge on behalf of the millions of unjustly
accused individuals who face the death penalty every
year---particularly in his home country..."
{cut back to bubbleheadedbleachblondewhocomesonatfive}
"No word from the State Department as to whether or not Mr. Armitage
will indeed take his words back or
if he will respond to the triple dog dare. To further assess the
seriousness of the dreaded triple dog dare, we have renowned expert,
Billy Jackson, a seventh grader from St. Margaret Mary Grade School in
Omaha, Nebraska, on the line...Billy, can you hear me? "Uh, yes ma'am."
"Good, what exactly is a triple dog dare and what does it mean for Mr.
Armitage in practical terms?"
I think you get the gist.
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--- Man, my sides hurt
--- Man, my sides hurt after reading this.
The U.N. Security Council voted unanimously Wednesday for a
U.S.-drafted resolution aimed at
keeping terrorists and black marketeers from obtaining nuclear,
chemical and biological weapons.
The measure would obligate all 191 U.N. member nations to punish
"non-state actors" dealing in components and technology for weapons of
mass destruction.
Oh, the hilarity.
The U.N. Security Council voted unanimously Wednesday for a
U.S.-drafted resolution aimed at
keeping terrorists and black marketeers from obtaining nuclear,
chemical and biological weapons.
The measure would obligate all 191 U.N. member nations to punish
"non-state actors" dealing in components and technology for weapons of
mass destruction.
Oh, the hilarity.
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--- On Saturday night I
--- On Saturday night I started a longish post about why Sullivan's gas tax proposal was
ridiculous. But, upon reading it when I was less inflamed, I realized
the piece was full o' outraged wind, hence I didn't post it and wound
up deleting it last night. And it's a good thing I did, too. Because,
as usual, Lileks got it down much better than I could have.
I'm thinking I should just leave the hard work to him from now on.
ridiculous. But, upon reading it when I was less inflamed, I realized
the piece was full o' outraged wind, hence I didn't post it and wound
up deleting it last night. And it's a good thing I did, too. Because,
as usual, Lileks got it down much better than I could have.
I'm thinking I should just leave the hard work to him from now on.
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--- Oooh. Another stunning victory
--- Oooh. Another stunning victory for Kofi Annan!
Presented without commentary because I don't feel like blowing one of
my few remaining gaskets on this.
Presented without commentary because I don't feel like blowing one of
my few remaining gaskets on this.
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--- I should be cleaning
--- I should be cleaning right now, but I'm procrastinating. The mother
in law is arriving tomorrow for a visit. The father in law, once again,
can not make the trip due to work obligations. She's not staying with
us, because we have no place for her to sleep, but she'll make an
appearance over here once during the next week. Hence, the house will
need to sparkle. As you might imagine, this isn't doing anything to
elevate my mood.
I need to go and make my toilet sparkle so my mother in law keeps using
my bathroom, but I can't seem to motivate myself. Sigh.
in law is arriving tomorrow for a visit. The father in law, once again,
can not make the trip due to work obligations. She's not staying with
us, because we have no place for her to sleep, but she'll make an
appearance over here once during the next week. Hence, the house will
need to sparkle. As you might imagine, this isn't doing anything to
elevate my mood.
I need to go and make my toilet sparkle so my mother in law keeps using
my bathroom, but I can't seem to motivate myself. Sigh.
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--- And you didn't curse
--- And you didn't curse God for not striking you blind afterwards?
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--- Just in case you
--- Just in case you read Lileks today and wondered what "micturation" meant, as in...
Of course, this hotel was vacant, and had been vacant for quite
some time. I used to walk past the front door once a week; the aroma of
micturation would burn the bristles off a boar.
Of course the next sentence gives you a clue, Then it stopped smelling, because everyone who lived there was kicked out, and they stopped peeing in the lobby.
but you don't know if that's what that means or if it means something
much, much worse. I went to the dictionary because I'm curious like
that.
Here's you're answer, courtesy of the Random House Dictionary of the English Language, 2nd. Ed. Unabridged:
micturition n. the act of passing urine; urination. {1715-25;
(L) micturi(re) to desire to urinate (see micturate and -tion)}
Lileks mispelled it, but---honestly---who cares about that? He went out
of his way to find a suitable euphemism for "taking a piss" and for
that I adore him. Well done. *Interesting bit of trivia for language
buffs: "micturate" is the only word in this behemoth of a dictionary
(which is currently sitting in my lap and is cutting off my
circulation) with "mict" as its prefix. So, it's not only obscure, but
linguistically unique as well.
Of course, this hotel was vacant, and had been vacant for quite
some time. I used to walk past the front door once a week; the aroma of
micturation would burn the bristles off a boar.
Of course the next sentence gives you a clue, Then it stopped smelling, because everyone who lived there was kicked out, and they stopped peeing in the lobby.
but you don't know if that's what that means or if it means something
much, much worse. I went to the dictionary because I'm curious like
that.
Here's you're answer, courtesy of the Random House Dictionary of the English Language, 2nd. Ed. Unabridged:
micturition n. the act of passing urine; urination. {1715-25;
(L) micturi(re) to desire to urinate (see micturate and -tion)}
Lileks mispelled it, but---honestly---who cares about that? He went out
of his way to find a suitable euphemism for "taking a piss" and for
that I adore him. Well done. *Interesting bit of trivia for language
buffs: "micturate" is the only word in this behemoth of a dictionary
(which is currently sitting in my lap and is cutting off my
circulation) with "mict" as its prefix. So, it's not only obscure, but
linguistically unique as well.
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