This here shows one of the biggest problems with liberals: no sense of organization. Conservatives get shit done (they "get up for breakfast" as Bill Maher says) while liberals either just sit there or run themselves in circles.
I haven't listened to a whole lot of Air America radio. Partly because it's not yet airing on any radio stations here so that I can listen during the day at work when I typically listen to radio. This leaves me to listen to it online, and I usually just plain forget.
The only show I've listened to so far is The O'Franken Factor, a show which offers exactly what you'd expect from the author of The Liberal Operations Bible (AKA Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot and Other Observations). Which isn't bad, because I like Al Franken. Die hard liberal for sure, but he's funny.
The rest of the network is also far from fair & balanced, but that's perfectly okay since there was never any bullshit pretense about being anything but left-wing. It's got some pretty entertaining stuff, which garners points in my book. I'm all for anyone who can do whatever they want to do and be funny about it. It's entertainment. In the end, that's what news and talk radio is about. Their primary function isn't to inform, it's to entertain.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Don't you hate it when you think of a great comeback or joke when it's way too late? I was just reading the Fe 2003 Year in Review (not to be confused with the Fe One-Year Anniversary Extravaganza Non-Extravaganza), and thought of something that amused me:
Biggest Asshole
Sylvia Saint
Anyone familiar with Sylvia Saint's body of work will get that joke.
Biggest Asshole
Sylvia Saint
Anyone familiar with Sylvia Saint's body of work will get that joke.
Even though I don't have respect for my fellow man
When going to the beach, I think the only rule you need to follow is one laid out by Drew Carey: "If you don't have a nice body, cover it the fuck up." Also, be a good guy like Drew: "When I go to the beach, I don't wear a Speedo because I have respect for my fellow man."
I'm sick and tired of this debate. I can promise you that something similar to the following two conversations took place:
Inside Dick Cheney's head:
"You know, I'd love to help out my friends over at Halliburton, but that's a conflict of interest. Conflicts of interest are bad, just like my buddy Antonin always says."
Inside Halliburton:
"You know, our ex-CEO is vice president of the United States. Vice fucking president. I wish there was some way we could use that to our advantage over in Iraq. You know, at least put in a phone call or something to help grease the wheels. But no, we couldn't do that. That's wrong."
This is such a non-issue. After all, there'd be nothing in it for Cheney since he covered hisass bases by donating his options to charity (or whatever the fuck a charitable trust is and whoever the recipient is). I mean, if he's not making money off it, there couldn't be any other benefits, right? Meanwhile, Halliburton wouldn't risk doing something like this just to make a buck; getting some kind of edge to beat out the competition and make money isn't what business is about. Furthermore, it's ridiculous that someone like Dick Cheney or a company like Halliburton would do something so wreckless because it'd be obvious to everyone what was going on. After all, Dick Cheney doesn't think the American people are stupid, and we aren't stupid.
Inside Dick Cheney's head:
"You know, I'd love to help out my friends over at Halliburton, but that's a conflict of interest. Conflicts of interest are bad, just like my buddy Antonin always says."
Inside Halliburton:
"You know, our ex-CEO is vice president of the United States. Vice fucking president. I wish there was some way we could use that to our advantage over in Iraq. You know, at least put in a phone call or something to help grease the wheels. But no, we couldn't do that. That's wrong."
This is such a non-issue. After all, there'd be nothing in it for Cheney since he covered his
Here's another site that will get you into trouble if you're like me: eic-book.com. I'm basically passing this on in hopes that it will ruin one or two other lives like it is helping do to mine. I keep coming across all kinds of shit that has me saying "I didn't know there was a photobook of her. Fuck. And you need it." Now, unlike Amazon Japan they don't (as far as I can tell) have ordering in English. They are, however, kind enough (or big enough assholes) to give info like ISBNs, which I can take over to Amazon Japan to find what I desire (aside from popcorn necklaces).
Ordering from Amazon Japan is money. Literally. I much prefer to order photobooks from them as opposed to JList now. I've placed a few Amazon orders thus far, usually getting around four books at a time for around $130 - including shipping. Usually, four books over at JList ends up being around that price if not more before shipping. Speaking of shipping, Amazon offers fast shipping via DHL. So, if shit's in stock, those with no sense of self-gratification (again, like me) can order shit at the beginning of the week and have it delivered by the end of the week if things are in stock. I can typically find what I want, too. Thanks to places like EIC, I'm finding shit I didn't even know I wanted but knew I'd want if I knew it existed, which it apparently does.
These fucking Japanese sites could make a killing if they'd learn to cater to gaijin a little more. I mean, it's not like they aren't already making a killing, but as any corporate crook will tell you, you can never have too much money. I know there are lots of dumbfucks like me who are just dying to drop cash for this stuff, only most people probably aren't willing to become marginally proficient at shopping in a nonsensical language. I need to find some way to tap into that so I can make my stupid habits self-sustaining.
Ordering from Amazon Japan is money. Literally. I much prefer to order photobooks from them as opposed to JList now. I've placed a few Amazon orders thus far, usually getting around four books at a time for around $130 - including shipping. Usually, four books over at JList ends up being around that price if not more before shipping. Speaking of shipping, Amazon offers fast shipping via DHL. So, if shit's in stock, those with no sense of self-gratification (again, like me) can order shit at the beginning of the week and have it delivered by the end of the week if things are in stock. I can typically find what I want, too. Thanks to places like EIC, I'm finding shit I didn't even know I wanted but knew I'd want if I knew it existed, which it apparently does.
These fucking Japanese sites could make a killing if they'd learn to cater to gaijin a little more. I mean, it's not like they aren't already making a killing, but as any corporate crook will tell you, you can never have too much money. I know there are lots of dumbfucks like me who are just dying to drop cash for this stuff, only most people probably aren't willing to become marginally proficient at shopping in a nonsensical language. I need to find some way to tap into that so I can make my stupid habits self-sustaining.
Fuck the Sears Tower
I have a vendetta against that building. I'm not going to fly a plane into it or anything, but I'm still pissed at it. Why? Why else? Because of something stupid.
When I was in Chicago about a year and a half ago, we wanted to hit the observation deck at the Sears Tower. I know - fucking tourists. I hate those people. Anyway, it's fairly late at night, but not that late. We get there, only to find out that it's closed. What the fuck? I hate shit that's closed, especially at night. No thanks to the asshole cab driver who didn't tell us that it wasn't open. C'mon, he fucking works in that town, he should know.
Anyway, that's why I hate the Sears Tower. The Hancock building, on the other hand - that's where it's at. We hit the Signature Lounge on Saturday night. It's on the 95th or 96th floor, offers a gorgeous view of the city, and is a perfect place for getting hammered.
That's pretty much it. Just an excuse to say "eff you" to the Sears Tower, and to give a shoutout to The 'Cock, who is my friend.
When I was in Chicago about a year and a half ago, we wanted to hit the observation deck at the Sears Tower. I know - fucking tourists. I hate those people. Anyway, it's fairly late at night, but not that late. We get there, only to find out that it's closed. What the fuck? I hate shit that's closed, especially at night. No thanks to the asshole cab driver who didn't tell us that it wasn't open. C'mon, he fucking works in that town, he should know.
Anyway, that's why I hate the Sears Tower. The Hancock building, on the other hand - that's where it's at. We hit the Signature Lounge on Saturday night. It's on the 95th or 96th floor, offers a gorgeous view of the city, and is a perfect place for getting hammered.
That's pretty much it. Just an excuse to say "eff you" to the Sears Tower, and to give a shoutout to The 'Cock, who is my friend.
We're in Cicero.
Continuing with part of that last post where I was berating BOETP, I'm sure it will come as no surprise that I am awful to that poor girl. She's a good sport about it since she knows I'm just fucking around. Little does she know that, ah, nevermind. Anyway, that's just how I am. I tend to treat the people I care about like shit. So you can only imagine how I treat the people I don't like. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding. I'm rarely shitty to the people I don't like because I'm a huge pussy. No, I talk about them behind their backs - like a real man.
But yeah, I'm hard on those I love. I'm kinda like that obnoxious little shit on the playground who used to tease you and pull your hair, but only because he actually liked you and didn't know how to deal with it. Only now I'm all grown up, err, older but still the same height. Just as ugly, just as obnoxious. But people usually catch on that that's how I am.
So yeah, I gave BOETP all kinds of shit when we were in Chicago. Pretty much anything that went wrong was her fault. And why shouldn't it have been? Us guys can't fucking think straight, and she goddamn grew up there. C'mon, transplant!
Okay, sure, we all fucked up a lot of things on the trip. For example, ETP forgot to buy munchkin insurance before we left. I forgot to bring the fully clothed nurse. BOETP didn't bring her strapon. If only that had been her only failure of the vacation.
The thing I gave her the most shit about was directions. I mean, honestly. She grew up there, and it's not like Chicago is big or anything, so she should have all the streets and locations memorized cold. But oh no, that was asking too much.
Honestly, I don't know why she hasn't told ETP to just stop hanging out with me. Kidding or otherwise, I'm really a bad person.
Okay, I'll get off that for now. But I'll continue with the theme of directions. See, we wanted to find ourselves a liquor store so that we'd be able to get plowed in our hotel rooms Sunday night. Apparently, though, there are only about two liquor stores in the Chicago area. This too was a disaster, as it led us through, shall we say, a bad part of town. In Chicago! What are the odds that we'd land in one of those? There are cop cars flying by, shit's all over the streets. But I was like, hey, with all these cops close by, what could go wrong? So yeah, there we were, a trio of pussies rolling through it all and trying not to die.
You see, I grew up on the mean streets of the Denver suburbs, and let me tell 'ya, that prepares you for NOTHING. But we managed to get out of wherever the hell we were, I managed to not get on the Eisenhower Expressway, and landed us in, yup, Cicero. But you know, I wouldn't have done that if... Oh, right. Nevermind.
But yeah, I'm hard on those I love. I'm kinda like that obnoxious little shit on the playground who used to tease you and pull your hair, but only because he actually liked you and didn't know how to deal with it. Only now I'm all grown up, err, older but still the same height. Just as ugly, just as obnoxious. But people usually catch on that that's how I am.
So yeah, I gave BOETP all kinds of shit when we were in Chicago. Pretty much anything that went wrong was her fault. And why shouldn't it have been? Us guys can't fucking think straight, and she goddamn grew up there. C'mon, transplant!
Okay, sure, we all fucked up a lot of things on the trip. For example, ETP forgot to buy munchkin insurance before we left. I forgot to bring the fully clothed nurse. BOETP didn't bring her strapon. If only that had been her only failure of the vacation.
The thing I gave her the most shit about was directions. I mean, honestly. She grew up there, and it's not like Chicago is big or anything, so she should have all the streets and locations memorized cold. But oh no, that was asking too much.
Honestly, I don't know why she hasn't told ETP to just stop hanging out with me. Kidding or otherwise, I'm really a bad person.
Okay, I'll get off that for now. But I'll continue with the theme of directions. See, we wanted to find ourselves a liquor store so that we'd be able to get plowed in our hotel rooms Sunday night. Apparently, though, there are only about two liquor stores in the Chicago area. This too was a disaster, as it led us through, shall we say, a bad part of town. In Chicago! What are the odds that we'd land in one of those? There are cop cars flying by, shit's all over the streets. But I was like, hey, with all these cops close by, what could go wrong? So yeah, there we were, a trio of pussies rolling through it all and trying not to die.
You see, I grew up on the mean streets of the Denver suburbs, and let me tell 'ya, that prepares you for NOTHING. But we managed to get out of wherever the hell we were, I managed to not get on the Eisenhower Expressway, and landed us in, yup, Cicero. But you know, I wouldn't have done that if... Oh, right. Nevermind.
White Castle fries only come in one size
Okay, I had better bang out some posts about my stupid Chicago vacation that no one gives a fuck about before I forget everything that happened on the trip (dooode). In this installment: food.
We had three main objectives in Chicago: shopping, eating, and shopping. On the eating front, making sure to get some good pizza was a no-brainer. This we did. Twice. Friday night we hit Lou Malnatti's. This place was pretty good, but for me doesn't compare to my favorite (thus far): Gino's East. I think the key thing there is the crust. I'm not a big crust guy; it's usually just fucking bread that interferes with all the cheese and grease and crap that I actually want to eat. The crust at Gino's, however, is an event in and of itself. Couple that with great sauce and you're not the same after eating there... You're changed.
Probably the biggest disaster of the entire trip was White Castle. For any of you who have ever been to a White Castle, you know what the fuck's up. For those unfamiliar with White Castle, it's this fast food chain that's known for selling mini-hamburgers. For some reason, ETP and I had romanticized and hyped the WC for a long, long time. Okay, three reasons. One was that we had been eating those disgusting little "meat" things for years here at home since you can buy them frozen from the grocery store. For some reason, they make for a decent snack. Honestly, though, if you actually look at one of them, they're pretty disgusting. Drown them in enough ketchup, though, and they're good. I don't understand it myself, really.
The second reason we needed to go to White Castle was because I went there when my family visited Chicago around 15 years ago. I had to go back; it was almost like a homecoming. All these years of school and bullshit weren't so that I could graduate and get a good job. No, it was all so that I could get back to White Castle.
The third and most important reason is the Beastie Boys. There's that one song where they have a line about how, that's right, "White Castle fries only come in one size." Now, you'd think that taking some kind of culinary cue from the Beastie Boys would set off some kind of alarms, but oh no, ETP and I are stupid. So we were determined to hit White Castle. On our way out of town, we finally made our move.
We go in, and sure enough, just as the legends had told us, White Castle fries were indeed available in only one size. Oh man, were we stoked. There was the option of Chez fries, but fuck it, we're going traditional, $1.50 or not. We kinda fucked up and ended up ordering like 14 of those little hamburgers. They fucked up our order and gave us maybe 11, but still, that's (theoretically) a lot between three people. Accounting for how much BOETP eats (which attributes to her weighing about 13 pounds), that's around ten-and-a-half burgers between ETP and I. No big deal, though, since we're very capable when it comes to food.
Oh, except for the fact that when you take a good, hard look at this food, it's pretty fucking awful. The one-size fries look like they came from the frozen foods section of the grocery store, and the hamburgers, well, we know for a FACT that they are available at the grocery store. Couple in the fact that the buns absorb the, uh, meat, ah, juices, and it's really, really horrible. It was like our own little fast food Holocaust sitting right there in front of us.
After about two burgers each for ETP and I, we were just looking at each other, the shame so thick you could cut it with a knife. What the hell have we done? What should we do? Well, we actually spent several minutes contemplating just throwing everything out. This was a turning point in all our lives, I think. The height of decadence. We're sitting there with a meal in front of us that we paid for, with people starving all over the world, and we're about to toss it.
"I'm done." That's pretty much all it took for ETP to say and it was over. We tossed everything remaining, got the hell out of there, and went down the street to Portillos.
Portillos is pretty fucking good. It's a fast food-type joint that serves good hot dogs, some other stuff, and oh yes, Italian beef sandwiches. That was pretty good. A nice, big, hot helping of Italian beef. Bit by bit going into my mouth, sliding down my throat. Ummm, I think I'm kinda losing focus here. It was really good; don't let the homoeroticism fuck 'ya up.
Anyway, the decision to abort White Castle in the first frymester was a good call, and going to Portillos was a nice save. If by "save" you mean "waste," of course, but fuck it. We're assholes and we know it. I think it was worth it, though. That short span of time was quite possibly the fucking funniest half-hour ever. The kind of shit that they'll sing songs about some day.
Just like with pretty much everything else, I berated BOETP for not stopping us from going to White Castle in the first place. I mean, after all, she fucking grew up in Chicago. Shouldn't she have known better? As it turns out, she didn't know better because her parents would never go to White Castle, and now we know why.
We had three main objectives in Chicago: shopping, eating, and shopping. On the eating front, making sure to get some good pizza was a no-brainer. This we did. Twice. Friday night we hit Lou Malnatti's. This place was pretty good, but for me doesn't compare to my favorite (thus far): Gino's East. I think the key thing there is the crust. I'm not a big crust guy; it's usually just fucking bread that interferes with all the cheese and grease and crap that I actually want to eat. The crust at Gino's, however, is an event in and of itself. Couple that with great sauce and you're not the same after eating there... You're changed.
Probably the biggest disaster of the entire trip was White Castle. For any of you who have ever been to a White Castle, you know what the fuck's up. For those unfamiliar with White Castle, it's this fast food chain that's known for selling mini-hamburgers. For some reason, ETP and I had romanticized and hyped the WC for a long, long time. Okay, three reasons. One was that we had been eating those disgusting little "meat" things for years here at home since you can buy them frozen from the grocery store. For some reason, they make for a decent snack. Honestly, though, if you actually look at one of them, they're pretty disgusting. Drown them in enough ketchup, though, and they're good. I don't understand it myself, really.
The second reason we needed to go to White Castle was because I went there when my family visited Chicago around 15 years ago. I had to go back; it was almost like a homecoming. All these years of school and bullshit weren't so that I could graduate and get a good job. No, it was all so that I could get back to White Castle.
The third and most important reason is the Beastie Boys. There's that one song where they have a line about how, that's right, "White Castle fries only come in one size." Now, you'd think that taking some kind of culinary cue from the Beastie Boys would set off some kind of alarms, but oh no, ETP and I are stupid. So we were determined to hit White Castle. On our way out of town, we finally made our move.
We go in, and sure enough, just as the legends had told us, White Castle fries were indeed available in only one size. Oh man, were we stoked. There was the option of Chez fries, but fuck it, we're going traditional, $1.50 or not. We kinda fucked up and ended up ordering like 14 of those little hamburgers. They fucked up our order and gave us maybe 11, but still, that's (theoretically) a lot between three people. Accounting for how much BOETP eats (which attributes to her weighing about 13 pounds), that's around ten-and-a-half burgers between ETP and I. No big deal, though, since we're very capable when it comes to food.
Oh, except for the fact that when you take a good, hard look at this food, it's pretty fucking awful. The one-size fries look like they came from the frozen foods section of the grocery store, and the hamburgers, well, we know for a FACT that they are available at the grocery store. Couple in the fact that the buns absorb the, uh, meat, ah, juices, and it's really, really horrible. It was like our own little fast food Holocaust sitting right there in front of us.
After about two burgers each for ETP and I, we were just looking at each other, the shame so thick you could cut it with a knife. What the hell have we done? What should we do? Well, we actually spent several minutes contemplating just throwing everything out. This was a turning point in all our lives, I think. The height of decadence. We're sitting there with a meal in front of us that we paid for, with people starving all over the world, and we're about to toss it.
"I'm done." That's pretty much all it took for ETP to say and it was over. We tossed everything remaining, got the hell out of there, and went down the street to Portillos.
Portillos is pretty fucking good. It's a fast food-type joint that serves good hot dogs, some other stuff, and oh yes, Italian beef sandwiches. That was pretty good. A nice, big, hot helping of Italian beef. Bit by bit going into my mouth, sliding down my throat. Ummm, I think I'm kinda losing focus here. It was really good; don't let the homoeroticism fuck 'ya up.
Anyway, the decision to abort White Castle in the first frymester was a good call, and going to Portillos was a nice save. If by "save" you mean "waste," of course, but fuck it. We're assholes and we know it. I think it was worth it, though. That short span of time was quite possibly the fucking funniest half-hour ever. The kind of shit that they'll sing songs about some day.
Just like with pretty much everything else, I berated BOETP for not stopping us from going to White Castle in the first place. I mean, after all, she fucking grew up in Chicago. Shouldn't she have known better? As it turns out, she didn't know better because her parents would never go to White Castle, and now we know why.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Here's another article I found linked at Naked Furniture. See, this is why I have trouble reading that 'blog. It's a great site full of great links, but Mary just posts too fucking much.
Found via that article was Page3.com. If you're a guy, you know who/what Page 3 girls are, so no explanation is necessary.
Found via that article was Page3.com. If you're a guy, you know who/what Page 3 girls are, so no explanation is necessary.
Yes, I already knew that, and no, I'm not going to stop
I always complain about how people - myself especially - are just too fucking lazy. Then there are people who are too fucking motivated.
The most shocking thing from that article isn't the arranged murder of one's self, it's the suggestion that guys go into Internet chatrooms and pretend they're girls. I'm never going into one of those fucking things ever again.
The most shocking thing from that article isn't the arranged murder of one's self, it's the suggestion that guys go into Internet chatrooms and pretend they're girls. I'm never going into one of those fucking things ever again.
This is not exactly helping me feel safe, guys. Although I will let you know up front that I don't expect to feel safe. Two reasons. First off, TB isn't doing all that much to actually make us any safer. Hiring your good friend Tom Ridge to head up a new bureaucracy and occasionally come out to scare the shit out of us isn't making us any safer whether he goes on Letterman or not. Secondly, as we all know, there's no way to be 100% safe from terrorists, not even if John "I will destroy the terrorists" Stupid Fuckhead Kerry is in charge.
Hey, cocksuckers. I don't want "unity" coming from different government departments, I want someone who knows what the fuck they're doing (which, again, I'm not expecting). It doesn't comfort me to see Asscroft and Ridge in agreement, it comforts me to know that they're doing the jobs we're all told they're supposed to be doing. Which, of course, is why I take no comfort from these stupid assholes. If one of you disagrees with the other, fucking say so. That would imply to me that you're actually working and thinking, which of course you aren't. Agreeing just for the sake of agreement is not working to protect us, it's just working to keep up some bullshit charade.
In the end, either Justice jumped the script and wasn't supposed to release this fear nugget just yet, or Homeland Security fell behind. One of those, or they just don't know what the fuck they're doing. Kind of a judgment call on this one.
Oh, and it's great to see our government agencies communicating with one another so well. Isn't that communication thing supposed to be a new cornerstone in intelligence gathering and threat assessment? Fear not, America, because your government is working hard to protect you. And how do you know that they are? Because they fucking told you that they are, you cretin, and you shouldn't question that.
Hey, cocksuckers. I don't want "unity" coming from different government departments, I want someone who knows what the fuck they're doing (which, again, I'm not expecting). It doesn't comfort me to see Asscroft and Ridge in agreement, it comforts me to know that they're doing the jobs we're all told they're supposed to be doing. Which, of course, is why I take no comfort from these stupid assholes. If one of you disagrees with the other, fucking say so. That would imply to me that you're actually working and thinking, which of course you aren't. Agreeing just for the sake of agreement is not working to protect us, it's just working to keep up some bullshit charade.
In the end, either Justice jumped the script and wasn't supposed to release this fear nugget just yet, or Homeland Security fell behind. One of those, or they just don't know what the fuck they're doing. Kind of a judgment call on this one.
Oh, and it's great to see our government agencies communicating with one another so well. Isn't that communication thing supposed to be a new cornerstone in intelligence gathering and threat assessment? Fear not, America, because your government is working hard to protect you. And how do you know that they are? Because they fucking told you that they are, you cretin, and you shouldn't question that.
Like always, the sailor schoolgirl site has been neglected, so I busted out an update over there. Only one girl (for now, maybe more over the weekend, maybe not) but still a sizable update, so quit your bitching.
Friday, May 28, 2004
You know, I was feeling pretty good about myself after a solid week of work, but I am once again reminded that I am a total failure seeing as how I have not constructed the world's tallest pylon.
It might be cool if this actually came to fruition, because it definitely has some potential. If that ended up being the case, I would also have to give William Fucking Shatner some credit. That headline, "Shatner may play washed-up TV hero," makes me wonder if it's actually a documentary. Hey, gotta go with what you know.
Yay for accountability. Have I mentioned recently that I hate the Catholic Church? Because I do.
It is likely to reinforce the opinion of many that the pontiff does not grasp the seriousness of the issue.
I don't think he can grasp the seriousness of the issue. I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed, but the Pope is really old and kind of fucked up. Either way, I'm all for him dying anytime now.
"The Pope is merely doing what any father would do for a child."
That's really not the best choice of words given the situation.
It is likely to reinforce the opinion of many that the pontiff does not grasp the seriousness of the issue.
I don't think he can grasp the seriousness of the issue. I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed, but the Pope is really old and kind of fucked up. Either way, I'm all for him dying anytime now.
"The Pope is merely doing what any father would do for a child."
That's really not the best choice of words given the situation.
I know that doctors love to use the excuse - and I suppose they're right - that "medicine is not an exact science" (although I think we should do some work so that it finally is). Still, I never fully get how things like this happen.
"It's called divine intervention, I think."
I wouldn't celebrate just yet considering the fact that this kid is probably going to be screwed up if he ultimately survives. Whether that's better than death I suppose is a judgment call. Personally, I'd probably be giving god the finger for intervening. I'd rather be dead than be any more brain damaged than I already am.
"It's called divine intervention, I think."
I wouldn't celebrate just yet considering the fact that this kid is probably going to be screwed up if he ultimately survives. Whether that's better than death I suppose is a judgment call. Personally, I'd probably be giving god the finger for intervening. I'd rather be dead than be any more brain damaged than I already am.
AND YOU HELPED GIVE HIM THE TICKET TO DO THAT, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.
John, look. A lot of what you're saying is sound. The problem is, like with so many things you say, it comes from a standpoint of zero credibility. You do realize there's a reason why people accuse you of waffling, don't you? It's not just just the right-wing smear machine saying that, you know.
"I will destroy the terrorists."
It would also be nice if you refrained from saying stupid shit like that. It's nothing but bullshit macho posturing. Yeah, I know, the stupid American people couldn't handle someone saying anything different. Goddammit I hate us.
John, look. A lot of what you're saying is sound. The problem is, like with so many things you say, it comes from a standpoint of zero credibility. You do realize there's a reason why people accuse you of waffling, don't you? It's not just just the right-wing smear machine saying that, you know.
"I will destroy the terrorists."
It would also be nice if you refrained from saying stupid shit like that. It's nothing but bullshit macho posturing. Yeah, I know, the stupid American people couldn't handle someone saying anything different. Goddammit I hate us.
Well, this comes as no surprise. Someone was bound to try it, and surprise is further quelled when we see that it came from the bastion of enlightenment that is Utah. This guy is one of two things: an asshole for trying this, or a stupid fuck who actually believes what he's saying. Or both. Either way, people should be exectuted for doing shit like this. The judge in the case should laugh at the plaintiff, further ridicule them and their family, and then put a bullet in their forehead.
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