Wednesday, September 02, 2009
"The contribution of Muslims to the United States are too long to catalog because Muslims are so interwoven into the fabric of our communities and our country," Obama said at the iftar, the dinner that breaks the holiday's daily fast.
The president joined Cabinet secretaries, members of the diplomatic corps and lawmakers to pay tribute to what he called "a great religion and its commitment to justice and progress."
Justice and Progress? Are you fucking kidding me? We're a week away from the anniversary of the deadliest attack on Americans on American soil, and you call the religion of every one of the terrorists a great religion????? And you sit down to break bread with them? And you honor one of their holidays? I'm surprised you're not on your knees sucking their fucking dicks.
Kiss my ass, you fucking traitor!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
If you have any pictures of your days in the Service of our Country, please send them along. I would absolutely love to post them. Maybe I can dig up a few of my own from the 70s.
I don't care if they're Army, Air Force, Navy, the Gawdawful Marine Corps, or the Coast Guard (our most under-rated Service), I'll post them.
Whether they're action photos, kickback pics or party shots, they'll be welcome.
The only thing I ask is that you tell me what era, Service (units are cool) and location they're from. Names will be withheld if requested.
My email is firstname.lastname@example.org
"That's right!" shouted the little boy.
Then the candy store owner's daughter handed the teacher a gift She held it up, shook it and said. "I bet I know what it is! It's a box of candy?"
"That's right!" shouted the little girl.
The next gift was from the liquor store owner's son. The teacher held it up and saw that it was leaking. She touched a drop with her finger and tasted it. "Is it wine?" she asked.
"No," the boy answered.
The teacher touched another drop to her tongue. "Is it champagne?" she asked.
"No," the boy answered.
Finally, the teacher said, "I give up. What is it?"
The boy replied, "A puppy!"
Now that the initiaI impact of hearing that Ted Kennedy's passing has eased, I am trying to compose a poem that marks milestones and scenarios denoting how he lived his life.
The news is still ringing in my ears and I am reaching out to trusted and well grounded friends to help me find the words that so far have escaped me.
I seek descriptors that rhyme with some early thoughts:
Thanks, Murph. I think this nailed it.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Fuck, cremate his ass and toss him in the pond on Chappaquiddick Island.
Either that or load his ashes in a cartridge and fire him out of a gun that he advocated banning.
How many times were you told as a kid not to blow bubbles with your breakfast meat? "Don't blow bubbles with your bacon!" Mom would say, and "what's wrong with you? You're just like your father!" Ok, maybe the last part was just us, but still, have you ever tried to blow bubbles with bacon - it doesn't really work. It just makes a mess around the kitchen and leaves grease burns on your lips and coworkers. Sound the trumpets because Bacon Gumballs are here. Hurrah!
What's so great about Bacon Gumballs? Well, what better flavor can you imagine for gum? Mint is boring, cinnamon is overdone - it's time for Bacon Gumballs to be the first choice of gum aficionados. Each tin of Bacon Gumballs is loaded with bacon-y goodness, and after you've eaten all the gum, you can reuse the tin. And the tin will retain the scent of bacon for some time, blessing all you put in it with that wondrous and holy of smells. Bacon Gumballs - the gift that keeps on giving.