The GOP has delayed its campaign to "re-brand" its political foe, a surprisingly thoughtful choice.
TV pundits said the Democratic Party would be called the Social Democrat Party, by the RightWingers. Some wags called it the "Democrat" party all through the presidential campaign.
But:
If the Republicans want the Demos to be the "Democrat" party, then the GOP has to become the "Republic" party, to keep the names parallel.
Then, the GOP has to explain why it's pushing a republic instead of a democracy, a tap dance that would be hilarious, given Americans' general ignorance of U.S. history, forms of government in general and the compromises the Founding Fathers wove into the federal government.
ooo ooo ooo
The sexist hatred fueling the Christian patriarchy rears its ugly head: Mike Huckabee joins the pack attacking Sonia Sotomayor's nomination to SCOTUS, but calls her "Maria."
No, Mike, that's your nephew's nanny's name.
This is going to be fun; besides being scarily smart, she's from the Bronx. Nobody from the Bronx takes any crap offa any puking politician.
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22 May 2009
Home, home on the range
Ah, the arrogance of the Right ...
Bloggers and blatherers are citing as a fact the phony claim that prisoners from Gitmo will be "released" into the United States, walking down our sidewalks, watching our children's schools, living large in the Great America.
This is a primo demonstration of their lack of understanding of human nature (even the one between their own ears).
Were I a prisoner leaving Gitmo, the last place I would go would be Satan's America. I don't speak English, I have no job skills, no kinfolk to take me in.
I'm gonna haul ass back to where I came from, to familiar food, familiar mosques, where somebody might know my name.
ooo ooo ooo
I had a pithy stinger to aim at Newt Gingrich and his hypocritical faux-attack on Nancy Pelosi, but it would be a waste.
The Newtster's just doing what his nature requires ... running around the outside, throwing stink bombs at the people actually working for The People.
Scorpion, frog and all that.
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Bloggers and blatherers are citing as a fact the phony claim that prisoners from Gitmo will be "released" into the United States, walking down our sidewalks, watching our children's schools, living large in the Great America.
This is a primo demonstration of their lack of understanding of human nature (even the one between their own ears).
Were I a prisoner leaving Gitmo, the last place I would go would be Satan's America. I don't speak English, I have no job skills, no kinfolk to take me in.
I'm gonna haul ass back to where I came from, to familiar food, familiar mosques, where somebody might know my name.
ooo ooo ooo
I had a pithy stinger to aim at Newt Gingrich and his hypocritical faux-attack on Nancy Pelosi, but it would be a waste.
The Newtster's just doing what his nature requires ... running around the outside, throwing stink bombs at the people actually working for The People.
Scorpion, frog and all that.
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19 May 2009
Such an honor
Today's office email brought a notice from Facebook reporting that I am invited to join a list of friends ... for a person I've never heard of.
The notice also listed a half-dozen other people, suggesting I might want to be their friend. Also people I've never heard of.
Quite a racket, Facebook has going.
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The notice also listed a half-dozen other people, suggesting I might want to be their friend. Also people I've never heard of.
Quite a racket, Facebook has going.
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18 May 2009
What a guy!
I realized this evening that it's not the Hummer I hate ... it's the arrogant MoFo's who own them.
It was just dark enough for cars to turn on headlights; as I came out of the Sparks Post Office, climbing into my sports coupe, a dark purple H2 pulled in and stopped lengthwise across several parking spots, front grill 4 or 5 feet away from my car, its headlights pointing right into my car and into my eyes. The driver went into the Post Office, leaving the lights on; no one else was in the vehicle.
The joker driving this monster truck thinks he's so special he doesn't have to obey parking rules, or be courteous.
Personalized Nevada plate: Ellas 1
Logo on the side: Spiro's bar and grill. Where I will never, ever eat.
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It was just dark enough for cars to turn on headlights; as I came out of the Sparks Post Office, climbing into my sports coupe, a dark purple H2 pulled in and stopped lengthwise across several parking spots, front grill 4 or 5 feet away from my car, its headlights pointing right into my car and into my eyes. The driver went into the Post Office, leaving the lights on; no one else was in the vehicle.
The joker driving this monster truck thinks he's so special he doesn't have to obey parking rules, or be courteous.
Personalized Nevada plate: Ellas 1
Logo on the side: Spiro's bar and grill. Where I will never, ever eat.
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Unclear on the concept
Greenies urge everybody to haul reusable bags to grocery stores, in lieu of paper or plastic. Fine; I've done that for a dozen years, worn out two or three bags.
However, combined with a computer innovation, cloth bags are now a pain in the neck.
The Raley's supermarket where I regularly graze recently installed self-checkout registers, which I tested a couple times, unimpressed.
Last Friday, however ... I had 6 items. After warming up the touch-screen and scanning the first item, I put it in my cloth bag and set it on the check-out shelf. The computer freaked: Unexpected weight, it said. The frellin' machine objected to the weight of the cloth bag.
I punched more buttons; a clerk swiped a card to clear the "wait for assistance" message. The computer didn't like it when I put the cloth bag on its shelf; it didn't like it when there was no bag on the shelf.
It took 7 minutes to check out 6 items.
I shall stand in the human-run checkout line, next time and forever.
ooo ooo ooo
I'm a Mac head. My experience with PCs & Windows ranges from annoyed at best to Hulk freak-out at worst.
But ... why can I not hear the audio for Mac adverts on Web sites? I click where it says to click: no sound. I turn my Mac sound up ... silence.
Mac, easier than Windows.
Mac adverts, sabotaged by PCs, I'll bet.
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However, combined with a computer innovation, cloth bags are now a pain in the neck.
The Raley's supermarket where I regularly graze recently installed self-checkout registers, which I tested a couple times, unimpressed.
Last Friday, however ... I had 6 items. After warming up the touch-screen and scanning the first item, I put it in my cloth bag and set it on the check-out shelf. The computer freaked: Unexpected weight, it said. The frellin' machine objected to the weight of the cloth bag.
I punched more buttons; a clerk swiped a card to clear the "wait for assistance" message. The computer didn't like it when I put the cloth bag on its shelf; it didn't like it when there was no bag on the shelf.
It took 7 minutes to check out 6 items.
I shall stand in the human-run checkout line, next time and forever.
ooo ooo ooo
I'm a Mac head. My experience with PCs & Windows ranges from annoyed at best to Hulk freak-out at worst.
But ... why can I not hear the audio for Mac adverts on Web sites? I click where it says to click: no sound. I turn my Mac sound up ... silence.
Mac, easier than Windows.
Mac adverts, sabotaged by PCs, I'll bet.
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11 May 2009
Maybe he misspoke
RGJ item last week, out of the Nevada Legislature:
<<< IN THEIR OWN WORDS
"I just hope we'll keep a level head here and not overreact to this until there's reason to overreact. Prepare, but let's not go into the far end and cause a panic."
Assemblyman Lynn Stewart, R-Henderson, during a discussion about the swine flu case in Reno. >>>
Just what I want: "reason to overreact."
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<<< IN THEIR OWN WORDS
"I just hope we'll keep a level head here and not overreact to this until there's reason to overreact. Prepare, but let's not go into the far end and cause a panic."
Assemblyman Lynn Stewart, R-Henderson, during a discussion about the swine flu case in Reno. >>>
Just what I want: "reason to overreact."
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08 May 2009
Freedom goes splat
There's no part of this action that isn't wrong: The U.S. government is confiscating land from seven people for the planned Flight 93 9/11 memorial in Shanksville, Pa.
The Feds negotiated with other landowners and reached deals, but seven holdouts are being screwed over in favor of a symbol.
I can see how eminent domain can be justified in rare situations, but taking land for a statue ... un-American. It is, however, fascist.
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The Feds negotiated with other landowners and reached deals, but seven holdouts are being screwed over in favor of a symbol.
I can see how eminent domain can be justified in rare situations, but taking land for a statue ... un-American. It is, however, fascist.
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07 May 2009
My ignorance is showing
Northern Nevada Bike to Work Day is May 15, which leads me to wonder:
What does the bike rider do when he/she/it arrives at work, all sweaty and stinky? What kind of job must one have to be allowed to work around colleagues all day in that condition?
Thousands of “experts” order us to exercise, but I’ve never read any solution to handling the byproducts of working out during the work day.
Of course, in certain parts of the world, stinkyness is not considered a problem.
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What does the bike rider do when he/she/it arrives at work, all sweaty and stinky? What kind of job must one have to be allowed to work around colleagues all day in that condition?
Thousands of “experts” order us to exercise, but I’ve never read any solution to handling the byproducts of working out during the work day.
Of course, in certain parts of the world, stinkyness is not considered a problem.
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06 May 2009
Apologies for this joke
Did you hear about the old man who declared that a "black man will be U.S. president when pigs fly"?
Well, swine flu.
Identity of the wit revealed upon request.
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Well, swine flu.
Identity of the wit revealed upon request.
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Tortured by logic
Only nutball dead-enders still deny that U.S. government employees tortured prisoners, in Iraq, Afghanistan and Gitmo. Or they claim that torture isn't wrong, anyway.
The current news and discussion about the Bush Administration's violation of international law, U.S. law and human decency reminds me of the history of war itself.
The rules of war — rules of engagement, the Geneva Convention and so on — exist because warriors want war. Near the end of the Middle Ages, wars expanded from distant lands into Europe's towns and cities, farmland and ports, preventing the merchant class from making money. Newly rich folks told the warlords — barons, dukes, knights — to go fight somewhere else, or stop fighting entirely.
No, no, no, the warriors said, we have to fight, for God, honor, love, loot ...
To that end, they made deals across Europe about who, when, where and how they would fight, continuing bloodshed while protecting non-combatants, property and prisoners of war. It's easier to recruit foot soldiers when they know there are rules.
As war became more complicated, so did the enabling rules.
Conclusion: Without the protection of rules, warriors would drop their weapons and get real jobs.
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The current news and discussion about the Bush Administration's violation of international law, U.S. law and human decency reminds me of the history of war itself.
The rules of war — rules of engagement, the Geneva Convention and so on — exist because warriors want war. Near the end of the Middle Ages, wars expanded from distant lands into Europe's towns and cities, farmland and ports, preventing the merchant class from making money. Newly rich folks told the warlords — barons, dukes, knights — to go fight somewhere else, or stop fighting entirely.
No, no, no, the warriors said, we have to fight, for God, honor, love, loot ...
To that end, they made deals across Europe about who, when, where and how they would fight, continuing bloodshed while protecting non-combatants, property and prisoners of war. It's easier to recruit foot soldiers when they know there are rules.
As war became more complicated, so did the enabling rules.
Conclusion: Without the protection of rules, warriors would drop their weapons and get real jobs.
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05 May 2009
17, beautiful and dumb dumb dumb
AOL reports:
<<<
Miss California faces new scandal
A topless photo of the beauty queen surfaced online, stirring controversy. She insists the pic -- taken when she was 17 -- is being used to mock 'my Christian faith.' Click to see more scandalous shots.
>>>
No, Sweetie Pie ... the picture is being used to jerk off to by every male with a computer. They don't care about your religion, your personality, or anything except your 17-year-old ass and boobs.
Although, the name Jesus may be invoked.
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<<<
Miss California faces new scandal
A topless photo of the beauty queen surfaced online, stirring controversy. She insists the pic -- taken when she was 17 -- is being used to mock 'my Christian faith.' Click to see more scandalous shots.
>>>
No, Sweetie Pie ... the picture is being used to jerk off to by every male with a computer. They don't care about your religion, your personality, or anything except your 17-year-old ass and boobs.
Although, the name Jesus may be invoked.
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03 May 2009
Who messed with the gravity?
The culminating thrill of my 5-day paycheck-less furlough was dinner at a local casino with a longtime friend Friday evening.
The food was great, and we didn't grouse about our bosses' bosses incompetence, too much.
However, Earth's gravity-maker must have burped around 6:30 p.m. ... or, I tripped over my own two feet where carpet turns to tile, resulting in a knee plant, smashing my right shoulder and face into the back of an occupied chair at the bar.
Thereby proving that I can no longer walk, talk, play with a toy and safely transition between floor coverings.
I don't even know if the guy I flopped into was hurt, but the bartender was more concerned about me, so I guess he was OK. I didn't make eye contact, that's for sure.
I managed to walk away without limping or staggering. Didn't even break my glasses.
Royally embarrassed, however.
Friday night, my right knee swelled and hurt, and my arm and shoulder, while having full mobility, ached. On went the ice packs.
The arm's still sore today, and the knee's got a beaut of a bruise and reduced swelling.
Question is: Shall I ever enter the Nugget again?
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UPDATE on previous entry: Fox Broadcasting's public-service campaign was actually around Earth Day, not global warming. Ah, Earth Day, 24 hours of playing nice, followed by a year of toxic dumping.
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The food was great, and we didn't grouse about our bosses' bosses incompetence, too much.
However, Earth's gravity-maker must have burped around 6:30 p.m. ... or, I tripped over my own two feet where carpet turns to tile, resulting in a knee plant, smashing my right shoulder and face into the back of an occupied chair at the bar.
Thereby proving that I can no longer walk, talk, play with a toy and safely transition between floor coverings.
I don't even know if the guy I flopped into was hurt, but the bartender was more concerned about me, so I guess he was OK. I didn't make eye contact, that's for sure.
I managed to walk away without limping or staggering. Didn't even break my glasses.
Royally embarrassed, however.
Friday night, my right knee swelled and hurt, and my arm and shoulder, while having full mobility, ached. On went the ice packs.
The arm's still sore today, and the knee's got a beaut of a bruise and reduced swelling.
Question is: Shall I ever enter the Nugget again?
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UPDATE on previous entry: Fox Broadcasting's public-service campaign was actually around Earth Day, not global warming. Ah, Earth Day, 24 hours of playing nice, followed by a year of toxic dumping.
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