Logic Comes in Fits and Starts

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Humor, I'm sane but you may be not, words

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

Now I bet you thought, “wow, she’s gettin’ senile. She just said that a couple of days ago.”

But I’m not, even though I did.

This is but an example of looping Time Warping. It is how the old Star Trek crew got to go back and save the universe way before it knew it needed any saving.

And we have had another example of this phenomenon recently if you are reading the comments faithfully like I am very sure you are.

Now, just tell me how I can tell you now what I learned NEXT WEEK when it is still only THIS WEEK. Aw, gees, shit&biscuits…. I mean… if I learned ANTYTING this week is that I really don’t know what I’m gonna learn next week cause last week I had no idea what I was gonna learn this week, see, and if you had only asked a civil and intelligent question, say, like, “Hey, Jimm…. what did you learn LAST MONTH” , why gosh, then I could have given you a really really rational response,,, say, maybe, like…”Not much”.

Now this is Time Warping. Our little Jimmy has gone and misplaced his noggin’ and we are gonna have to rush through the Warping Elemental SugarShack and retrieve it, replant it, rewire it, and turn it on, afore he wakes up and discovers his brainless  predicament.

Which is all not to be confused in any way, shape or form (we are addicted to threes, you ever wonder about that, since we only have two sexes and all), with  the Time Warp dance, which we all remember so fondly, and watch cultishly every year, in the same way that we yearly have to find a copy of Alice’s Restaurant to listen to from front to back, which is not a triple thing, but a duo, which brings me back to DOE, a deer. (How’d ya like my Faulkneresque stream?)

Which brings to mind another question, now that I’ve got the right wingers all in a tither with a cutsie pic of some really adorable cross-dressing dudes.

The question. Oh yes. The question.

Now that I have divulged (don’t you think that’s a slightly vulgar word?) my own personal quirks of Alice’s Restaurant and Rocky Horror Picture Show, care to share?

I mean what yearly return to wonderland things do you go do, see, listen to as a tribute to the fact that they remind you of bygone eras and lives lived last?

And don’t bore me with Aunt Lucille’s bread dressing at Thanksgiving either.

All this has led me to, and it was meant to lead you to, the fact that 4 out of 10 freakin’ stupidos in the US of AMerryCa believed that the AHCA was already declared unconstitutional before the oral arguments had even happened. But then you knew that was where this was all leading. Talk about your time warp.

By the way, are other languages full of stupid words that sound alike but are spelled differently? Deer and dear being fine examples. And whether the answer is yes or know no (another one), how stupid was THAT? I mean isn’t it hard enough to master the language without putting up stupid roadblocks like that in the way? Can we get a committee on that? Let’s fix up English, shall we.

Which brings to mind why the English (as in ENGLAND) have dumb words like gaol which is (I know this will shock your shorts off) jail. We spelt it right, as you can see. But a Boot is not a trunk, because a trunk is a trunk, and a boot is what you wear on your footsie.  And while they are at it, stop mispronouncing things. It’s LAB RA TORY, not LA BOOR A TORY. Is that so hard to get?

Snooty English. Not as snooty as the French, with all their french words. I bet they didn’t invent the fry. I bet they didn’t. And don’t get me started on the Germans. That language is more akin to spittin’ nails out. Ach-tOO! –to you too.

I don’t give a creepin’ ivy which of the final four wins the basketball tournament. I had six teams I would be happy to call mine. Not a one of them made it. I’m 0 for 6. I’m 0 for 7 if you figure in the likely mess the AHCA is in. That’s not very good for a week.

 You want stupid? I’ll give you stupid.

You recognize this monstrosity? It’s an Ark. It’s part of a theme park in Kentucky run by some Christianist outfit that for a pretty hefty chunk of change (ticket) will show you how all of science is crap and the Bible properly explains the beginnings of earth.

This crock of crap is being subsidized by the taxpayers of KY, so far in $40M in tax rebates, a 75% reduction in property taxes for 30 years, and now $11M more in road improvements around the eye sore.

Where are the teapeople®? Why are not they decrying this usurping of their freedoms and the spending of their tax money on grifter scams?

Yes, I can understand.  With a median IQ of 78 and a median education level of 5th grade, I suppose they haven’t figured out yet that they are being RAPED, financially speaking. Tens of thousands of kids in Kentucky have teeth rotting out of their mouths from lack of dental care, and these jackasses are spending money to perpetrate fairy tails tales. (‘nother one!)

I have come to the end of the page, so ta ta.

Crap That Will Amaze Your Friends (3-30-12)

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Humor, what I learned this week

Thank you. For your concern.

For your undying attention to all the melodious nuggets of wisdom that I dispense from here upon the hill.

Not a one of you learned a thing this week, if I am to believe my Inbox, which was EMPTY of any factoids of illuminating dimension. I am crushed, nay I am re-affirmed in my certitude that the vast wasteland of AmeriKA is bereft of content.

But I shall soldier on, alone, in my journey, my goal to enlighten the world. Me, me alone, trudging the hillsides, the waysides, the behindsides of the globe, to bring you those bits of flotsam that will make YOU the talk of the town, if not the sewing circle near you.

So this is what I have learned this week:

First of all, I learned that Bible belt evangelical women lose their virginity earlier than any group of women in the country. And they don’t usually marry the dude who plucked their lily of the valley either.

I also learned that divorces are highest among evangelicals of any other group of married folks, and it is lowest among self-defined atheists.

Which all means, that when the Bible-thumpin’, brimstone spoutin’ preacher man rails at the Sodom-ness of AmeriKA, he knows of what he speaks. He speaks of his own flock. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

So send in your pledge to help cement another awful marriage together, until death do them part, or one goes to jail for severing the bonds of eternal matrimony by means that are usually messy and smell after a few days.

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I learned that the Contrarian is one devilish dude. Seriously, I really kind of knew that.

Anyhow, he was waxing on, that as he was aging, it was incumbent upon him to learn to pace himself.

If he gets much better at it, I’ll need time-lapse photography in order to make sure he has moved since he got up this morning.

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I learned that delusion makes for good poetry. Or at least it does in our household.

The Contrarian is under the illusion that somehow pudding is a prescribed drug. When I reminded him, as he scoured the grocery shelves for more boxes to carry home, that he had some home already, he reminded me of the dangers of running out:

“oh to be puddingless, in a cold and uncaring world.”

And he said this IN A PUBLIC PLACE!

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I learned that William Faulkner could give Marcel Proust a run for his money on writing long sentences. While an extraordinary writer, you definitely have to be in the “mood” to read him, or rather you must take a deep breath for the paragraph-long running sentence.

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I learned that race car spelled backwards is race car. And I learned that if you take the first letter of eat and place it at the end, you have the past tense, but mostly I learned this:

And if you rearrange the letters in “Tea Party Republicans,” and add just a few more letters, it spells: “Shut the fuck up you free-loading, progress-blocking, benefit-grabbing, resource-sucking, violent hypocrites, and deal with the fact that you nearly wrecked the country under Bush and that our president is black, so get over it.”

That from Under the LobsterScope

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I learned that last week, my blog was visited by somebody from Qatar, and somebody from Bahrain. Hello! I am utterly shocked by how many people visit me from so many countries like Peru and the Latvia. Do they think I am representative of AmeriKA? Lord, taking that thought to its logical extension is frightening.

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I learned. . . .again. . . .that things I think of so brilliantly in the middle of the night, are gone like ghosts the next morning. I figure my IQ is a good 40 points higher in the middle of the night. What I do recall, is that common phrases like “the grass is greener on the other side” are almost never literally true, which begs the question of why they came to be.

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 I learned that I’m really a good prognosticator when I’m right.

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I learned that I be really pissy when nobody helps me write this post, so if you don’t want to see a hissy fit, I’d suggest, you flood my inbox with what you learned next week.

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Of Ghosties and Wraiths

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GOP, Health care, life in the meadow, Mitt Romney, moving, teabaggers

I’ve moved too many times in my life. Thirteen to be exact. This will be number 14. So I guess you can say I’ve never spent too awfully long in one place, although my entire childhood was spent in the same house.

I cannot begin to understand people who have lived 30-40 years in the same house. They seem remorseful about leaving. I’m not the least remorseful. I’m just hating the process. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. Mostly I hate the fact that I’m packing up crap i haven’t seen since I unpacked it nearly twelve years ago.

But there are memories, and shadows of dreams, plans, lives lived or not, in all this stuff.

And they play against the surface of the mind, even as you shove them down, concentrating on what value this or that has to the future.

Luckily, we are in a great position to deal with stuff that is clumsy and outdated, but still of some value. Take the lowly deep fryer.

Take it. How much you want to give me for it?

It’s an old style fryer, that holds a gallon of oil. I used to use it, but found it wasted way too much oil and was too big. So it sits on the shelf. Take it to New Mexico?

No. But I don’t want to just leave it either. The Contrarian’s best friend, a guy named Steve is an original jack-of-all-tradesman. He used to cut and split wood for a living until his back gave out. Now he grows hostas and veggies for the market. But best of all he buys and sells stuff. He knows who is looking for a tractor, and who has some snow tires for sale.

He’s our ace in the hole. He’s taking control of everything we don’t want to take, but still has value, and he will sell it on commission. Pretty neat huh? He’ll putter around our leavings and gather whatever he can salvage. And send us the money as accumulated.

Today, they are getting the rototiller, some fencing, a leaf eater, the this and thats of country life. He’ll gather his son and some young studs to haul our boxes to the Pod at the end of the lane (when I get that delivered). They’ll hump and pack it in. He’ll take our Bronco as our last hurrah, as we head off in RV and truck down the highway, leaving behind all that we can’t take or don’t want.

We will leave Brandy behind to watch over all our past life. That will be the hardest. The hardest, leaving our girl alone in the meadow. A few weeks, and I confess I spend a bit more time looking out, reminding myself that I shall soon see it no more.

Snapshots of trees, and grasses, and roses, of daffodils and wild cherry. Of turkeys in clutches on the hill, of eagles soaring, and hawks hunting. Of deer tracks relentlessly following the same path day after day. To mountains and high desert and white sands and chiles.

A few more weeks. It still seems unreal, even as the boxes fill nearly an entire room now. It still seems unreal.

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I don’t have much to say about the AHCA and the Supreme Court. I’m no genius, nor an expert. I predicted a 7-2 upholding. I’m probably really wrong. It does no good to speculate. Nothing can be done to affect the outcome now. It will be what it will be.

Everybody speculates as to what decision will help/hurt the President’s re-election chances. It will be what it will be.

All I know is, that for such gosh awful important piece of legislation, the Administration did virtually NOTHING to explain it nor defend it. So now? It will be what it will be.

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I now know what Jesus meant when he said, “forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.” He was talking about the GOP.

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If you thought that Republican voters had a clue, well, they don’t. This little factoid made me chuckle. Before dropping out the of race, Ricky Perry had garnered 14,321 votes. Since he’s dropped out he’s garnered 39,439 more. Someone clue in the dummies will ya?

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Another hahaha, joke from The Willard. Let’s take a peek at what passes for humor among the so-wealthy-I-don’t-tie-my-own-shoes folks.

Romney in a phone town hall with Wisconsinites told them about how his daddy had closed down a plant in Michigan and transferred the operation to Wisconsin. During a gubernatorial campaign years later, daddy figured it was a good idea to ask the marching band accompanying his campaign stop, to desist from playing “On Wisconsin” before the Michigan hometown folks.

HAHAHA. Yes, isn’t it funny! I mean all those people put out of work! Let’s not remind them of who did it! They’re too stupid to remember without the music. HAHAHAHA.

Oh Willard, you are such an ass. And before you ask, it was Willard who called the incident humorous before he related it.

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This just in. Rare old photo discovered of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers. Oh how lovely they were!

Are You Seriously Insane or Only Serious. . . .Seriously?

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conservatives, global warming, liberals, projection, psychology, right-wing insane, The Republican Brain

“What we have here is a failure to communicate.”

So, I was minding my own business, just reading up on my favorite bloggers, when Denise sent me over to this hatefest called TownHall, wherein all the greats (leading off with Annie *nobody will touch that* Coulter) of ultra wacked conservatism reside. And I read this bilge by somebody called John Hawkins about how evil and super crazy all liberals are.

And I read the comments, which consisted of a long list of “yes, yes,” and “got that right” and “oh, John, you are the best” and other such drivel.

Now John said all the usual things, like:

• that liberals are hateful people (almost all of them) We get up hating, and we go to bed hating. We hate all the wrong people (them) which is proof, while they hate only the right people.
• that liberals promote race hatred at every turn. The Nazis couldn’t have done as well in creating groups to gin up hate like liberals do, even though the crazy right never uses  analogies like Nazi.
• that most liberals are immoral and therefore never have to apologize (as the right is constantly having to do) when their private immoralities become public. Conservatives are moral because they do apologize. And also liberals, having no morals, spend all their time lying about conservatives, which by definition, conservatives must refrain from (which explains why Willard is not required to tell the truth about nuthin’ since he ain’t no real conservative)
• that liberals don’t care about whether their policies actually work, it just makes them feel good to force them on people, for some reason that Hawkins can’t explain. But it’s true nonetheless. “policies that kill millions but make them feel good about themselves are a win.”
• that liberals are extremely intolerant. The entire MSM is liberal, yet they begrudge the Right a couple of puny radio shows and Fox. We don’t even know the meaning of tolerance–“Actual tolerance means that you realize people have different practices and views and even if you don’t agree, you understand that they should have the ability to live as they choose, just as you should have the leeway to live as you choose.” Liberalism is just the first step to fascism. (Except if you are gay, an immigrant, Muslim, a strong woman,  a Democrat, a liberal, progressive, 99 9/10’s of all black race card players, European, Middle Eastern -except Israeli, college student, college professor, welfare recipient, sexually active woman, Commie, socialist, evolutionist, secularist, tree-huggin’ greenies, a climate changer . . . awww heck, anything other than white!)

There.

I mean.

Okay.

Classroom please.

PROJECTION:

Psychological projection or projection bias is a psychological defense mechanism where a person subconsciously denies his or her own attributes, thoughts, and emotions, which are then ascribed to the outside world, usually to other people. Thus, projection involves imagining or projecting the belief that others originate those feelings.  .  .  .In this way, the subject may obtain ‘acquittal by his conscience.  .  .  .Projection can also be established as a means of obtaining or justifying certain actions that would normally be found atrocious or heinous. This often means projecting false accusations, information, etc., onto an individual for the sole purpose of maintaining a self-created illusion.  .  .  .Compartmentalization, splitting, and projection are ways that the ego continues to pretend that it is completely in control at all times. . . . [from Wikipedia]

Got that? And guess what?

Wanna know who is the best at this crap? The fundamentalist-authoritiarian follower. Or TeaPerson, or Ultra Right-Wing Wanger.

So, you know, you cannot talk to these folks.

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There is a book that just came out called The Republican Brain. It looks like a good one. The author speaks about Republican views on global warming. This has always been an odd duck for me. Why does the extreme Right hate environmentalism? Some, the fringe evangelical crazies think that Genesis settled the issue by saying that God said he would never suffer the destruction of the world again, ala The Flood. But surely that is a fringe.

So what gives?

Is it just the herd mentality of the authoritarian follower to follow the dictates of the GOP elites who receive their campaign funds from oil and gas interests and thus echo the “green technology is bad” song?

Are Republicans just idiots?

Sort of. Smart idiots would be more like it.

It turns out that the more educated you are as a Republican, the more you deny global warming. How can that be?

Research also shows that it’s a white male, Tea Party position as well.

The reasoning goes this way:

1. The conservative mind is authoritarian. It likes clean black/white dichotomies, and it likes certainty. Fear and threat are bad. Once they have an opinion, it is held against all new information.
2. The conservative mind prizes individuality, dislikes government and accepts that society is hierarchical. If humans are responsible for global warming, then their free market philosophy has failed and government will have to step in.Since this is unacceptable,  there must be a conspiracy to create a crisis in order to justify take over of economies. Scientists must be part of this, so scientists can’t be trusted.
3. The worst aspects of the conservative mind are met with a news outlet that is prepared to coddle their mis-beliefs, i.e., Fox News. Studies clearly show that Fox News watchers are the most uninformed on all issues, but clearly global warming.

So, again, we can talk with these folks.

Now you go out, and forget all the doom and gloom, and have a good day.

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Hey Buddy, Can Ya Spare a Fifty?

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Election 2012, gay rights, health care law, Mitt Romney, Newt Gingrich, SCOTUS, teabaggers

Aw, heck, the Newster is about to depart the stage, and to us who love the insane dough-boy and his merry anger, it’s been a fun ride.

If you hadn’t heard, the last of his embedded reporters departed the sinking tanker Callista, and now dah man has been reduced to asking for a $50 to get your pitcher taken with his irrelevance.

Gone are the dreams of missions to Mars and settlements on the Moon where Chewbaccha and Mr. Spock trade war stories over Solanian green wine. Gone are the dreams of debate against the Obama, wherein the man-wonder  would bedazzle millions with his oratorical sword play.

Gone, gone, gone.

Back to shillin’ for whoever will pay. It’s a tough life.

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I found it amusing to say the least that the TeaParty was out in front of the Supreme Court chanting their blessed little hearts out about how evil Obamacare is. While there were those who marched in support, the TeaPeople® were the only ones that said dumb enough things to be funny. I didn’t save the post, it was from The Rundown News which I think is PBS, but I did save a quote or two that I found so telling about the intelligence level of these goofs. This was from a mother and her six-year-old daughter, named Murray and Ariana respectively:

Murray: “If we don’t manage to stop the takeover of our health care system, then the Republic will be dead, we will be more socialized than Germany and France, and it will be the nail in the coffin to our freedoms. The government does nothing well, the estimates are already twice what they said it would be — the CBO says it’s going to be over $1.7 trillion. The only way is to ration health care and the seniors will be the ones that suffer the most and the children. Tell your mother to get her knee replaced or any valve replacements she might need. Anybody over 73 will soon be denied. A lot of things will have to be rationed in order to do what they want to accomplish. My daughter is only six and she understands freedom. She knows that liberals are bad people. She understands Obama’s bad.” 

Ariana: We want to take over Barack Obama. 

Murray: That’s right. And we believe in what document? 

Ariana: Glenn Beck? 

Murray: (laughing) No, the Constitution.

Yeah, good parenting huh? And duh, isn’t one of those freedoms the freedom of the judiciary to make decisions devoid of political considerations and not subject to the whims of public sentiment?

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Did you know that the “individual mandate” which is at the core of insane Right-wing objection to the Affordable Health Care Act, would apply to at best 2% of the population? The rest are covered by employers, public health care, are too low-income or will receive subsidies.

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NOM is a naughty bunch of folks. They are so-called Christians, but more properly called Christianists. They believe that normal admonitions in the bible such as carrying for one’s “brother” and loving one’s enemies are suspendable options, only to be put into play when the “right” people are left. After they have gotten rid of all the “wrong” people you know.

NOM (National Organization for Marriage) has come upon the perfect strategy to end this awful blight upon AmeriKa. And that is to pit African-Americans and Latinos against gays, but pushing the agenda that gay rights have nothing to do with the traditional fight for equality of other minorities.

In other words, help the blacks and browns to understand that gay rights is not a civil right. In their minds, this will provoke gays into calling blacks and Latinos bigots. Divide and conquer.

Of course, in the deep recesses of the NOM dungeon, once that were to be accomplished they could get down to the next level, which is deprive those “aliens” and those “race-card playing blacks” of laws that protect them. Cuz we don’t need ’em any more. Right?

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See, we can’t even begin to relate. We  would never even think of such things, being normal. Normal, as in actually paying attention to how much things cost, and do we have enough in the budget this month for that extra item. You know, normal.

Willard is not normal. Willard lives in another world. It’s a world where somebody places a chair on the tarmac and a dude rushes out to shine your shoes right there as you step off your private jet. It’s a world your basement is about three times larger than most people’s main floor. It’s a place where there is a car elevator installed to bring any of your cars to the proper floor, cuz everyone knows cars can’t climb stairs.

This is Willard’s world. And so it stands to reason that as Willard’s “vacation” mansion in California is being renovated,  gigantisized, and otherwise tooled to support the whims of the mega rich, Willard saw fit to hire a lobbyist just to maneuver his building project (weekend hobby) through the maze of codes and permits required to build his “we have to use GPS to locate the grandkids” behemoth.

Yes, a lobbyist. An honest to good lobbyist. Yes. The lobbyist is responsible for gettin’ ‘er done against 4 San Diego city officials whose job it is to, well regulate building in the normal course of their duties. Except, I guess the lobbyist will urge them to speed it up!

I mean. I wonder if Ann is packing? I could offer her a tip or two about using garbage bags for clothing. Easier to carry than bulky boxes. Does anyone have her number?

 

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Parachuting into Hammocks of Heavenly Ham Hocks

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blogging, budget, faith, Health care, life in the meadow, Mitt Romney, Paul Ryan, SCOTUS

Yes, well you don’t stay up nights thinking up these titles do ya?

It’s hard, I tell you. I have a wastepaper basket full of rejects before I settle on the perfectly descriptive one that like a laser, pierces directly to the point I wish to make.

You can now be suitable impressed.

On the home front,  I’m a day from finishing the bedroom packing. I have only a shelf in the hole of Calcutta (closet) left to do. I actually found that much as the wardrobe in that movie, you can enter an alternative universe directly at the back of the closet. I stuck my arm through and pulled out a plum. . . .oh nevermind. And my name is not Jack.

A whole lot of the selling off of stuff is now taken care of. A friend of ours is going to take possession of tractors and rototillers and so forth and so on, and sell each at its appointed time. That’s a huge step forward, and so we will soon be at the visit to the real estate agent, visit to the RV sales and rental, visit with the bank, and blah blah blah. We’re hoping to get out of here by the first of May.

So, so much for that stuff.

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I’m thinking to start a new weekly post on Friday. I got the idea from  Morning Joe and Up. Each does a closing segment called “what did you learn today”, and “what did you learn this week”.  I thought it might be fun. So, I’m saving up tidbits of stuff I’m learning to put on that post. If you wish to contribute, and I surely hope you will, just send along what you learned (subject matter is wide open) to troyspeyton@iowatelecom.net and let us know. No links are necessary unless you wish. I haven’t come up with a catchy title yet. Something snarky of course. Suggestions welcome there too.

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I ran into a number of posts that I found worth your consideration this weekend. This first was I thought extremely revealing about what it means to live faith, even when you don’t have any. It reminds us that morality and values know no religious ideology; in fact they can well be independent of religion at all. Please take the time to read Rethinking His Religion.

Apropos of the SCOTUS oral arguments on the Affordable Health Care Act, is a fine piece in New York Magazine. Jonathan Chait writes The Barbarism of the Health Care Real Crusade and points out the essential difference between Democrats and Republicans on the issue. Fundamentally, Democrats believe that health care is a human right, while Republicans think it is an earned benefit that is obtained by personal responsibility. If they provide help at all, it is to be temporary and offered with plenty of rules. Chait although debunks some of the usual bogus claims made by the Right.

On the other hand, if you would like an amusing but frankly insightful look at Willard, then you can’t do better than How Mitt Romney is like a dog. The analogies are on point. Dana Milbank is your author.

On the other hand, don’t miss the ongoing weekly series by Steve Benen, called Mitt’s Mendacity, vol XI. Maddow has pointed out that all politicians lie a bit, and all stretch the truth. What Romney does is way beyond that. He lies, and the sooner people start using those words, the sooner he may realize that he needs to stop. Over and over, the truth is presented to him and he continues to mouth the same crap. Just bold-faced lies that are proven falsehoods. People are beginning to wonder if Mormonism allows lies as part of their doctrine. We rather doubt it. But then Mitt seems to shy away from his faith so perhaps he’s not much of a practitioner.

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I haven’t seen any analysis of the Ryan budget that finds it anything but absurd and ugly. It says that it does not want a safety net turned into a hammock, since you know we all want to just lay back and live on the edge of poverty with our awesome federal subsidies. You know, food stamps and Medicaid, and public housing. Such a cushy life.

I’m told that the Ryan plan secures and additional $187,000 per year in tax savings to the rich. No hammock, but a lovely golden parachute wouldn’t you say?

Good luck trying to sell that one Paulie.

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I do not give nearly enough credit to Constant Weader. I don’t always mention the H/T that is owed, since I go directly through their link and link you directly. But I sometimes get 2-3 at a time from her. If you don’t have it in your reader, you should.

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A large number of legal experts (the notorious elite university professors) say that there is no chance that SCOTUS will overturn the Affordable Health Care Act. That’s simple because it is obviously constitutional. Based on that analysis, I’m going for a 7-2 vote (I’m not sure if Kagan is hearing it or not), with the two no votes being Thomas and Alito. I don’t think that Roberts has the cojones to twist the law in the way that ultra partisans Thomas and Alito are. Just my prediction.

What is amusing is that the GOP line is now that a win for health care is a minus for Obama. He’ll have to defend it now, instead of being able to rail at the Court for hurting the poor. Dumb reasoning, but then consider the source.

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One wonders what goes on in the mind of Willard. It’s like the rich kid winning the trophy because he’s the only one who could afford to send each judge a 2-week vacation present. I mean, the luster on the trophy seems a bit dull doesn’t it? And it doesn’t even give him a head start in the main race, where he can’t buy off the judges, and the judges find him awfully distasteful for buying off the preliminary rounds. So what is left? To go down in history as another “candidate who lost”?

Oh gosh, I think I have overstayed my welcome.

Laters gaters 

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Once I Was an Aardvark

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cartoons, Humor, life

Not buying that are ya?

Well, if  you would, I could justify this rather haphazard blog post as being from a funny little creature with a piggy nose. Kinda cute actually.

Anyway, I’m musing on a Saturday morning, having worked my finger, errr, claws to the knuckle-bone washing the clothes and folding the clothes and getting into some really rank crap in the closet which is where I am now in my packing adventure.

Crap in the sense that what does one do with a hundred or so cassette tapes and VCR tapes that are, how shall we say, ancient by today’s technology?

Why do I continue to save pairs of shoes that are old, broken down, and not wearable even if fashion regresses three decades?

And socks. What is the point of saving the “other” of the one you throw away? What is the point of saving the one hole in the toe sock? Do I look like a person who sits down and darns socks?

Do I look like a person at all?

Do I?

Okay, a bit like uncle Oscar, but just a bit.

Do you know we watch Christmas Vacation every year with Chevy Chase? Do you know we laugh at the same stuff every year?

Aardvarks love Chevy Chase.

I mean don’t you just want to squeeze him and love him? Or her. It’s a her. After all, I’m a her. So it must be a her. Never mind.

I think that Socrates and Marcus Aurelius would have had an exceptional conversation.

Once long ago, Steve Allen and his wife used to host a show on PBS where they played various historical characters. They would then have a couple of other actors. They would pair Plato with Cleopatra and Attila and Winston Churchill, and then have a round table.

I wish someone would resurrect that show.

Anyway, I loved what Aurelius had to say about God.

I think I would have liked to sit and listen to him. I wouldn’t be presumptuous enough to think I could actually converse with him. But I could sure listen.

Do you have historical favorites you wish you could meet?

Words are rather strange things aren’t they? As I spoke of the other day, they take on visceral emotion. Sometimes words are used to mask truth.

Tennessee, decided that people should read the 10 Commandments more often, so it voted to put them in public places for your edification. It did not use the word edification however, since I doubt any Tennessee legislator knows what the word means, and if any of them do, they certainly don’t believe you would.

They chose to describe their actions this way: the Ten Commandments are referred to as “historically significant documents.”

I find that amusing.

I also figure they were thinking that it wouldn’t sound really good to some of the folks in Tennessee if they were to use the real words.

I am giving them a little pass here though. I have it on good authority that the Tennessee legislature, sure that the world is scheduled to end this year (according to those Mayans of course),  decided to actively try to go back in time in the hopes of forestalling that event. It was hotly debated of course, since there were those who thought it unseemly to mess with the Lord’s Armageddon plans.

Which brings me to this.

Oh please, you knew, from the beginning, that this was all leading inexorably to the etch-a-sketch. Please.

I had one as a kid.

Biggest waste of money I never spent.

Never drew a damn thing with, except some lines. B O R I N G.

And all those so-called pictures you’ve seen on TV or on the Internet of these glorious art works?

Fakes.

Every one of ’em. I know, cuz I tried a gazillion times to draw with that thing, and I never could. Ipso facto: can’t be done.

Oh, was this the one you were expecting?

Well, I know, it’s being made more of than perhaps it deserves.

But you just gotta KNOW. You just gotta know that the Willard brigade is having lots of late-night chats about how in the heck they are gonna soften all those hard right positions when it comes to trying to appeal to normal folks in the general election. You just KNOW they’ve talked about how they can U-turn it.

So when the Etch-a-Sketch analogy was announced by his own COMMUNICATIONS mouthpiece, well, it just rang so freakin’ true.

I mean the cartoonists are not hungry for subject matter this GOP nominating season are they?

You thought I couldn’t do it didn’t ya?

Tie all these threads together in a nice package of unity.

What part of “leading inexorably” didn’t you get?

I will accept your accolades and cash.

I mean you think I do this for free?

Good God, we get to do this all again next week.

Hell, you know, is your worst nightmare relived forever. Remember that when you snicker that God ain’t real.

And just because I have pity, I leave you with this: