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Sunday, January 29, 2012

Allen West Is An Idiot

And here I thought I'd have a relatively peaceful, stress free Sunday.

But no...

Allen West, R-Crazy Man, who is dangerously unbalanced enough to be an elected official from Arizona, but by shear geographic luck is instead representing Florida in the Congress of these United States, apparently has a problem with liberals and progressives.

And by "liberal and progressive" I mean anyone who doesn't agree with the ugly, delusional ravings of Allen West.

West's latest blast of bilious stupidity urged President Obama, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi and Debbie Wasserman Schultz, to "get the hell out of the United States of America."

Now, based on my own set of beliefs and values, none of those named is especially "liberal", and certainly not as progressive as I'd like them to be, but in that festering mass of misfiring-and possibly syphilitic--ganglia that passes for Allen West's brain they are all dangerous leftists, bent on destroying "his" country!

Hmmm.

It should be pointed out to Mr. West that without some form of "liberalism" he, and his soul mate Clarence Thomas, might still be picking cotton somewhere in Dixie, under the lash of someone who looks a lot like Newt Gingrich or Rush Limbaugh.

Just sayin', y'all.

PS Though my mother was born there, many many years ago, I have never been to Florida. However, based on their recent run of elected officials, including Jeb "I'm The Smart One. No, Really" Bush, Rick "Spawn Of Voldemort" Scott, Marco "I'm Too Much Of A Cipher To Have A Nickname" Rubio, and Mr. Allen "Completely Detached From Reality" West his own self, it must really be a shithole.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

"Threatened"

The latest bullshit excuse from Jan "Chuck, Tell Me What To Do" Brewer to explain her community theatre histrionics on the tarmac is that she felt "threatened" by President Obama.

Personally, as a longtime resident of Arizona, I feel threatened by having a semi-literate, barely functioning moron for a Governor, a legislature controlled by rabid, retarded hillbillies, a county sheriff who is himself a criminal, and a brain dead, gun lovin', pecker-wood populace that keeps electing all of the above.

That's what I feel "threatened" by.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Harpy

Comedy is everywhere, if only you keep your eyes open...

By now you've probably seen the picture of Jan "Chuck, Tell Me What To Do" Brewer wagging her boney witch's finger in the President's face.

Our dear "Governor", no doubt emboldened by having a bargain basement education coupled to a fourth rate brain, appears to be lecturing (!) Mr. Obama. The mind, as they say, boggles...

You can almost hear her "base" (and believe me, she has the basest base imaginable) screaming their approval:

"You go girl! Teach that uppity Negro a lesson! Put him in his place!"

Sometimes, when the weather is glorious, and I've had a cup of something fermented or distilled, I almost forget what a hateful, loony bitch she is.

Fortunately, at these times, she always comes up with something to remind me. I tell you, it's sobering.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

A Few Random Thoughts For A Sunny Winter Day

Gee, for such good, patriotic, freedom loving, true-blue conservative Americans, Barry Goldwater and his brother Bob sure had a lot of mobsters for friends. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean, I still enjoy listening to Frank Sinatra, you know? It's just not what you expect from the 'law and order' party. I guess The Conscience of a Conservative had a few blind spots, huh? (I was reminded of this seamier aspect of Arizona's storied history while helping my son do research for a school report about the murder of Don Bolles.)

Speaking of seamy Arizona history, if every convicted felon was given a Budweiser distributorship soon after his release--like Cindy McCain's dad, Jim Hensley, was--I bet the recidivism rate would go way down. But then I guess not every con is lucky enough to take the rap for Kemper Marley...

Based on the crowd reaction at the Republican debates, South Carolina seems like an interesting place, full of fun people. Grab your whitest sheet and book a flight...

When did the Party of Lincoln morph into the Aryan Brotherhood? Or is that just to pander to all the good Christian folks down in Dixie?

Newt Gingrich really is a pig, isn't he? And speaking of Aryans, if Newt The Love God is an exemplar of the "white race", I think I'll start checking the "other" box on my census form.

As for his rival, the inestimable Willard Mitt "That Gordon Gekko Is A Really Cool Guy" Romney, apparently the real scandal isn't that he's only taxed in the 15% bracket. A lot of uber wealthy people only pay the capital gains' tax rate. No, the real scandal is that he is "sheltering" a lot of money offshore. And by "sheltering" I mean hiding. One man's clever accounting method is another man's tax evasion scheme. Some people go to jail for that sort of thing.

Ah, the 2012 Republican Presidential candidates! The gift that keeps on giving, and giving, and giving...

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Faith and Begorrah!

Here's a fun new drinking game: Every time Chris "Hardballs" Matthews mentions his book about Jack Kennedy drink an entire fifth of Irish whiskey!**

**for a truly authentic experience, use bootleg whiskey.

Monday, January 16, 2012

"Still The Best Decision I've Ever Made"

Proving once and for all that wisdom does not come with age, the other day John McCain insisted that choosing Sarah Palin as his running mate in 2008 was "still the best decision I've ever made."

Of course, in this case "best" is a relative term. It does not mean good or excellent or wise or any of those positive, productive things. It just means that in comparison to all of the other decisions he's made, this was the "best" of them.

Therefore, using that as a parameter, and as someone who has lived in Arizona whilst John "Maverick" McCain has served our poor, benighted state as a Congressman and Senator I am forced to agree.

In fact, the more I think about it, choosing Sarah Palin as his running mate in 2008 was a wonderful decision for the country and the world. It guaranteed that an unstable, intellectually stunted, bitter old man was not elected President of the United States.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

An Open Letter From God Himself to Willard Mitt Romney

Dude, face it, people just don't like you that much! I don't know why.

Of course, being omniscient and all that, I should know why, shouldn't I? Hmmm. I think the problem is that it's such a pervasive, ongoing and obvious thing that I really haven't given it much thought. Some things just are the way they are, you know? The sun goes up, the sun goes down, people think you are a dick.

Anyway, I have a whole cosmos to watch and I'm sorry Mitt, but you aren't even in my Top 10.

However, since you keep asking, I will offer up a couple of educated guesses. Could be the way you switch positions to suit whatever the prevailing mood is. People don't like that. Makes you seem like an opportunistic asshole. Also, try not to be so goddamn condescendingly smug. People don't like that either. Maybe cut back a little on that shit eating grin of yours, too. Trust me, it's creepy.

By the way, I don't think it's because you're a Mormon. Although I have noticed that, except for those wacky Scientologists, folks seem to like their superstitious claptrap to be a few thousand years old at least and the LDS is what, 160 or so? So maybe that is it. But hey, as I always say, believe whatever you want. It's all mumbo jumbo as far as I'm concerned...

Just remember this: if one of you is my child, then you're all my children, and let's leave it at that, OK?

Anyway, try a few of my suggestions and if they don't work, it might be that there's just something about you that inherently pisses people off. It happens sometimes.

Oh, one last thing. Despite what some professional athletes may think, I really can't take sides. It's not allowed. However, the smart money up here is on Obama. Sorry.

Peace, etc,

God

PS when you have a sec, take the private jet to the Big Apple and see The Book of Mormon--it's a hoot!

PPS Nobody gets their own planet.

PPPS if you ever run into Michele Bachmann again, please tell her that those voices she keeps hearing are definitely not me. If she wants I can recommend a couple of good psychiatrists.