Dadgum it, I missed all the national-mandating against democrats because I spent yesterday ripping, hammering, sawing, and cussing as I rebuilt the south gable of the tool-shed. Yep, I still have a tool shed which it is really a golf shed, but no children would be afraid of being taken out to the golf shed by their daddies. In a bit of personal irony, while I was pretending to be Bob the Builder, the democrats were being taken to the woodshed and with Boner Boehner on his way to be leader of the House, the Piss-Willie Party also got taken to the golf shed, too. For me, this election may be one of the most confusing I have ever witnessed. The country is in absolute dilapidation and dereliction caused by ten years of republican control of the country and its lack of control of Big Business; the mood of the people who make less than 150 K a year is desperate; yet, the nation for the most part wants the pirate-party back in office. Hell, yesterday, on the way to get more screws, I heard another woman from Maryland bragging that she had voted a straight republican ticket, that she wanted to send a wake-up message to Washington. The stupid bitch ought to send a wake-up message to herself, but she probably owns a business and is praying that some republican or another will eliminate corporate taxes as an excuse to stimulate the economy. Or the idiot republican woman who claimed only moments ago that this election was a firm vote against the establishment; holy crapping cows, the republicans are the establishment, you fquwacking retard. How completely stupid can two women be? Go figure it out on the back of your unemployment check. Yet,despite all this retardation, there may be several golden moments to come for me.
First, I will be much better off without cable television; I am taking in my boxes and canceling my Comcast agreement today. That’s the only way I figure to survive a stroke which I will have now that I will have to see without respite the likes of Michael Steele, one of the world’s dumbest politicians (but slick enough to escape all the egregious gaffes and blame for all the foolishly lavish expenditures for party conferences) who doesn’t have plastic hair and that reprehensible tribute to tanning-parlor-tax ever, John, the Boner, Boehner. I really can’t stand one more republican jowl swinging back and forth on my Taiwanese TV. (I will miss Sarah Palin whom I watched in the mute because she is a good-lookin-gal and has a trophy rack.) Besides, Comcast doesn’t need my money at all anymore now that it spent 5 billion to buy NBC. That purchase is a republican statement if there ever was one: 5 billion in the worst of economic times and not bad for a semi-regulated company. The scary part of giving up my addiction to cable-news is that I am bound to eat even more Good and Plenty, Whoppers, and licorice thus putting on 20 more pounds; at least, that’s what happened when I gave up my addiction to Irish whiskey and any beer that came in can, bottle, or box. Damn, choosing between stroke and obesity is rough.
Second, I am going to absolutely love observing how the tea-party-candidates become real republican at the speed of a quinquagenarian heading for the toilet after double cups of prune coffee. Of course, anyone who thinks the likes of Rubio or Paul or any other tea-party claim to victory will be much more than regular spend- but-don’t- tax-support-Wall-Street-republicans is generally disconnected from the real world just like the woman voting the straight ticket. I will also love watching republicans reduce government but create jobs, curb spending but promote war, and chop taxes but lower the deficit. Naturally, they never once addressed how they were going to do all this before the election. Give me a call on my Mexican cell phone when all this republican fixing happens. Oh yeah, it will be real cool watching the Pauls bring home the troops to no jobs.
I am not going to rant anymore,today; I have two more pieces to do at the eave of the gable and a couple of coats of paint to do before the rain tomorrow. I just don’t know about ranting anymore, at all, anyway; I can’t really get at just how fquawacking stupid all this political stuff is. As I type, some moron of a republican is crowing about this election being a refutation of Obama’s policies of big government, this from a guy who watched and agreed while Reagan and both Bushes grew the size of government, and Dumbya Bush left office with a huge deficit, an economy collapsing, and the highest unemployment in decades. Ooops, I had that right: it was a moron, Guvnah Haley Barbour of the Great State of Mississipah that sagged jawed, plastic haired, corn-pone stuffed, bourbon drinking, swamp stomping, grit chomping, pork ridden . . . .
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Some Have Gone and Some Remain –The Beatles
Holy Sacred Cows, it is November 1 and only a day from this “Throw-em-all-Out Election.” We would do well to have elections every six months. The print media and TV folks are in the wet dreams of their lives. I have had to use a crow bar to pry the anti-Coons junk mail out of my RFD mail box. It is some very slick stuff too, high quality paper, rich, color, professional photography, graphics, very republican. And I do not have to tell you about the TV ads, goodness a veritable hurricane of money blowing in from both sides. And holy calculators, what dandy dinero (Hey, now, if Karl Rove can use Spanish on FuxNews. . .) the polling companies have made; just imagine the depression that will hit when it is all over tomorrow evening. Oh, the pollsters never stop; after all where would we be without them? While I am genuinely happy for The Economy that there is an election happening tomorrow, I am beyond glad, though, that time is flying along at, well the speed of time and in the blink of a newt’s eye, all this overt political insanity will be over.
I just can’t take the moronity of it any more, I just can’t. This morning, fist thing, while I was sipping my latte, nibbling at an organic scone, and flipping through the channels ever eager to see who is ahead in Colorado, some woman from Maryland (I am guessing she’s from the Free State because she had an “Ehrlich for Gov” sticker pasted just above her heart and right next to a brooch with enough diamonds in it to buy every kid in Ethiopia a Big Mac for a year) is being interviewed about how she is a “senior” and afraid because of the czars in Washington and how the communist are in the White House, no shit, that's a quote. She allowed as she was so scared she had donated 3000 dollars to someone or another so that they could win and she could sleep better of nights. I am happy for her; I never had close to 3000 dollars to donate to any political hack no matter the brand; somehow, I figure she probably won’t have to go on free cheese either to compensate for the three grand outlay. Gawd, please end it soon.
Then there’s all the marijuana smoke about Harry Reid’s getting the boot out there in Nevada which in itself doesn’t bother me a bit because I do not vote out there. But come on, does it really make sense to bump ol’ Harry out for a woman who refuses to discuss her political agenda with the press? I know that some think the press is all, except for FUX, in bed with the liberals and that you can’t count on the press to tell a bit of truth. But, really can you vote for anyone who wants a public office that won’t speak to the public except by messenger pigeon or though slick, 6 X 11 glossy ads? How are the Nevadans supposed to get to know Ms. Angle’s politics when the bulk of her time is spent figuring out which corridor to use to race away from the inquiring press? Sacred 1000 dollar Mirage chips, what’s that all about? I guess it doesn’t matter; ol’ Harry is so reviled out there that any snake charmer could probably beat him. It is a bit scary though because then Ms. Angle will be Senator Angle and making all sorts of decisions that affect me, like dumping Medicare, dropping Social Security, converting everyone to Asian; I just don’t know.
And, what’s up in the Key Stone State? You got Pat Toomey ahead of Joe Sestak. Is that about throwing them all out? Again, I do not live in Pennsylvania and generally avoid even visiting there, but I can’t figure that one out either. Toomey is a politician isn’t he, still, even though he did get out of the House, as he promised, to run for Senate? And didn’t Toomey make a living from Big Banking which I thought everyone was pissed with? And did he not spend four more tough years as president of some 501 c corporation and political action committee? (Makes me wonder if there aren’t some really good bucks just in prepping to run for office.) Toomey does get an A from the NRA and wants to ban all sorts of stuff concerning same sex stuff. But really, for the sake of all you patriots, Sestak is a dammed retired admiral, 30 year veteran, selected to advise the Chief of Naval operations after 9/11, he was a weapons officer, had command of a missile frigate, and the commander of a destroyer squadron. The polls have him behind Toomey. I thought we were for patriots, veterans, experienced managers, etc. I sit here in my pjs at 430AM wondering how the good people of Pennsylvania could pick a banker over an admiral for Senate, would rather have a banker for a senator than a guy who was in charge of a freaking frigate. Damn, that’s just bizarre.
And for Delaware: I am pulling hard for Christine because she a good looking gal and because she is exactly what this state deserves. Besides when she gets to be our senator, by law, she can have a staff of at least 26 each of who can max out at just more than 150 K, a year. Hell, Obama wouldn’t hire me, maybe good ol’ Christine will.
I just can’t take the moronity of it any more, I just can’t. This morning, fist thing, while I was sipping my latte, nibbling at an organic scone, and flipping through the channels ever eager to see who is ahead in Colorado, some woman from Maryland (I am guessing she’s from the Free State because she had an “Ehrlich for Gov” sticker pasted just above her heart and right next to a brooch with enough diamonds in it to buy every kid in Ethiopia a Big Mac for a year) is being interviewed about how she is a “senior” and afraid because of the czars in Washington and how the communist are in the White House, no shit, that's a quote. She allowed as she was so scared she had donated 3000 dollars to someone or another so that they could win and she could sleep better of nights. I am happy for her; I never had close to 3000 dollars to donate to any political hack no matter the brand; somehow, I figure she probably won’t have to go on free cheese either to compensate for the three grand outlay. Gawd, please end it soon.
Then there’s all the marijuana smoke about Harry Reid’s getting the boot out there in Nevada which in itself doesn’t bother me a bit because I do not vote out there. But come on, does it really make sense to bump ol’ Harry out for a woman who refuses to discuss her political agenda with the press? I know that some think the press is all, except for FUX, in bed with the liberals and that you can’t count on the press to tell a bit of truth. But, really can you vote for anyone who wants a public office that won’t speak to the public except by messenger pigeon or though slick, 6 X 11 glossy ads? How are the Nevadans supposed to get to know Ms. Angle’s politics when the bulk of her time is spent figuring out which corridor to use to race away from the inquiring press? Sacred 1000 dollar Mirage chips, what’s that all about? I guess it doesn’t matter; ol’ Harry is so reviled out there that any snake charmer could probably beat him. It is a bit scary though because then Ms. Angle will be Senator Angle and making all sorts of decisions that affect me, like dumping Medicare, dropping Social Security, converting everyone to Asian; I just don’t know.
And, what’s up in the Key Stone State? You got Pat Toomey ahead of Joe Sestak. Is that about throwing them all out? Again, I do not live in Pennsylvania and generally avoid even visiting there, but I can’t figure that one out either. Toomey is a politician isn’t he, still, even though he did get out of the House, as he promised, to run for Senate? And didn’t Toomey make a living from Big Banking which I thought everyone was pissed with? And did he not spend four more tough years as president of some 501 c corporation and political action committee? (Makes me wonder if there aren’t some really good bucks just in prepping to run for office.) Toomey does get an A from the NRA and wants to ban all sorts of stuff concerning same sex stuff. But really, for the sake of all you patriots, Sestak is a dammed retired admiral, 30 year veteran, selected to advise the Chief of Naval operations after 9/11, he was a weapons officer, had command of a missile frigate, and the commander of a destroyer squadron. The polls have him behind Toomey. I thought we were for patriots, veterans, experienced managers, etc. I sit here in my pjs at 430AM wondering how the good people of Pennsylvania could pick a banker over an admiral for Senate, would rather have a banker for a senator than a guy who was in charge of a freaking frigate. Damn, that’s just bizarre.
And for Delaware: I am pulling hard for Christine because she a good looking gal and because she is exactly what this state deserves. Besides when she gets to be our senator, by law, she can have a staff of at least 26 each of who can max out at just more than 150 K, a year. Hell, Obama wouldn’t hire me, maybe good ol’ Christine will.
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