At the Finish Line, and Ready to GO

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Contrarian, Diego, life in the foothills, lifestyle, New Year

Holy heavens!

Shockingly, we have made it through another year. I find that hard to believe really. I mean according to many, there were so many obstacles in our way. There was that pesky Mayan calendar and it’s prediction of the end.

There were all the crazies who predicted that the President would declare marshal law and imprison the Tea People en mass.  There were predictions of economic Armageddon. There was predictions that Sally’s shorts would catch fire and that would be the “butterfly effect” that would set off the start of black hole that would envelope us all.

Well, here we are.

We had rain last night and it froze in the morning. Decidedly not nice, though the sun keeps popping out now and again. I’ve spent the morning cleaning the house which is also decidedly not nice. Then I spent another morning (actually part of the same one) making stuff for the buffet tomorrow. I make New Year’s buffets. I don’t wanna make a sit down meal. So I have the dough for pizza in the fridge awaiting. I have something called chorizo/caramelized onions dip, I have jalapeño poppers, eggnog monkey bread a rising, and Caribbean wings a marinating. I have eight geese a laying and 9 golden rings too, if anyone asks.

We are gonna start our traditional Star Wars marathon tonight. I am always excited for that. I just get so worried how it will all turn out and all.

We are having the famous Burger Time burgers today with cheese, bacon and green chiles. Mmm, good. The Contrarian is required to go get that. I’m not cooking a meal today after all!

Butt Boy otherwise known as Diego is asleep, scheming as to how he can get into more mischief. The Contrarian wants to get him a subscription to the Wall Street Journal. See, he loves to run out the door and get the paper and come tearing back  in and take it to the Contrarian’s office. Trouble is, he hates giving it up. Who knew his favorite toy is newspaper. It ain’t like the WSJ is worth much as a newspaper, so let him have at it. Shredding paper is a skill he has utterly perfected.

I have a lot to be grateful  for as the year ebbs slowly away. I know I’m supposed to think more about that at Thanksgiving, but frankly, I’m up to my elbows in turkey and dressing and cranberries on that day to feel particularly grateful. So I’m gonna think about gratitude a lot today I think. I sure am grateful for you guys. I would be pretty sick to write all this down for “posterity” wouldn’t it? Is posterity like the butt of history?

We are supposed to be in winter here.

Wimpy winter.

Not a snowflake has descended, though we were told we might see a flurry or two last night or maybe it’s today. It’s 44° here at the moment, so I rather doubt it. It will be in the 20’s tonight, which it often is during winter. The highs get in the mid-50’s usually. The elevation of Las Cruces is about 3900 feet, give or take a yard. We figure to be maybe 300-500 feet higher here in the foothills. I always realize a significant warmth when I get into town. High desert is nice. I like it.

It’s sure played havoc with baking I tell ya, the elevation. They meant that stuff seriously about baking changing at high altitude. I didn’t think we qualified as “high” but everybody has their own notion of high I guess. I mean to a caterpillar a turtle seems high no doubt. It’s all relative.

Which is no surprise, since most everything is relative. They say that right and wrong aren’t relative, but with few exceptions, and maybe no exceptions at all, they are wrong–relatively speaking of course.

Reality is pretty much relative these days doncha think? I mean the Tea People clearly live in some universe but it sure ain’t mine. And don’t get me started on quantum physics. That stuff will have you coming and going at the same time, and that is not relative at all, but sure will drive you insane if you actually try to sort it all out.

Anyway, gosh I sure can go on about nothing.

I’m not a good listener. Are you?

I’m not. I told the Contrarian is partly my training as a lawyer–the one who gets the last word in often wins the day. Why that is so is a puzzlement, but I can assure it is. Judges may simple get tired of listening.

Part of it is the simple fact that I think that what I have to say is vastly more important that what most anybody else has to say. I wish this were not so, but I’ve researched the issue, and find it to be true. It causes me all sorts of trouble in life. People think I am a loud-mouth. They think I’m “full of it”, the IT being unstated. I am not sure what the IT is, but facts and knowledge would be my choice, though I doubt it is the choice of those who say it to me.

You would think that would shut me up.

No, it only makes me try harder to convince the other person that I actually do know a lot more than they do. I wish they would just admit that I am smarter than they are. Funny how people are so reluctant to admit the truth about themselves.

I know I am not afraid to take a cold hard look in the mirror and see my faults. If I had any that is.

Now you see my enemies will nod sagely and be re-enforced in their conclusion that I am “full of it”, while my friends are cracking up.

I should take this show on the road.

Have a great Woop-de-doo Tonight!

And see ya next year.

 

 

 

So Are Ya Gonna Do It? (Or Don’t You Ever Learn?)

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life in the foothills, lifestyle, New Year, resolutions

Here we go again.

As the days dwindle down to a precious few, we ponder the past year and set our sights upon the future.

Poetic ain’t I?

Well we do.

Jan over at Yearning for God posted a good idea on Facebook a few days ago. It’s this: get yourself a jar of your choice of at least quart size. Then whenever something especially nice happens–the test results were good, you got a great gift, your plumbing bill was not nearly as bad as you expected–whatever, write it down on a piece of paper and put it in the jar.

At the end of the year–like now–you open and read. Kind of puts the year into perhaps a better perspective I suspect.

As to the future.

Well we all, make resolutions though many of us, (myself included) don’t formally write them down since its way too depressing. Depressing you ask? Why yes, I answer. For we all make essentially the same list. First and foremost is to lose weight. Then get in shape. Drink less, stop smoking, be kinder to people, spend more time meditating, reading, or engaging nature. Finish the book, the quilt, the landscaping, the cookbook assemblage. Have I pretty much covered MOST of the shit on your list?

And what do they have in common for the most part?

They are vices we are trying to overcome, or inertia which is the bane of humanity. Get off your duff and attend to business. Stop sitting in front of the computer/TV and ACCOMPLISH something for God’s sake.

Why we do this is well, part of the human psychic haywire we all experience. We are gonna die. And depending on what you believe, we are still not gonna be here. It matters little WHAT legacy or lack of same we leave behind. We will either be utterly unaware of it because we are DEAD, nor can we have the peace of mind of knowing that even though we don’t KNOW, we KNOW we must have been appreciated, because we are DEAD, or if we are eternal in some fashion as many of us believe, well we will undoubtedly be busy doing other unearthly things.

So accomplishing anything is pretty much for no good reason other than we feel better when we do. It is strange and stupid really. I work so much harder now that we are officially retired in New Mexico. I am on the go almost every day for 6-8 straight hours, doing chores and such. Yet I have this amazing sense of accomplishment each day, and am very satisfied in my tired bones.

This makes no sense I realize. Yet I prefer doing this than sitting passively throughout the day playing computer games and watching soap operas.

We all do this throughout life, we must admit. We work to have a nicer house, live in a better neighborhood, have more things to play with during the diminishing time of “leisure.” We read stuff that is not particularly entertaining, because we want to learn, though I rather doubt that in the grave or afterlife, we will have use for all that knowledge we have acquired.

Now that I have gotten you sufficiently depressed, I’ll point out that the more “useful” we are and the more we know, the more we like ourselves, and the happier we feel. As I said, danged if I know why, but it seems to be the case, so I can see no useful reason to discontinue the process.

The end of year is also a time of assessment. Part of looking at the past year is to put things in perspective. And to devise better ways of doing what you didn’t do so well. One thing I’ve learned is something that monks and contemplatives are quite good at. And that is being in the moment and being engaged in what you are doing. I don’t know why this is, but doing even the most mundane of tasks SEEMS to go better when I pay attention to it, rather than try to divert my head with music or internal musings to “pass the time.”

The TIME you are passing is YOUR LIFE. So I think it makes some sense to pay attention to it.

Anyway, I have some goals for next year. After exercising for a full nine hours a week more than I used to, I still find that I have lost no weight. I know I have a good deal more muscle now, and muscle weighs more than fat, but good lord in heaven, a few pounds wouldn’t be so much to ask would it? I can’t do vegan, but I can increase fruits and veggies and reduce my meat intake. So I’m going to work on that a bit.

I fritter away entirely too much time on the computer. I’m going to try to spend more time on crafts and reading that I have so far.

That’s about it.

I’m pretty darn perfect, there’s very little left to do.

Can’t you tell?

 

 

All the Wacky News You Might Have Missed

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GOP, Humor, right wing media, Wing nuts

Well intrepid readers, I’m going into the void once again. That’s me sinking into the black hole via some nice quicksand.

I go where no woman has gone before.

I blaze the trail into the unknown, risking all to discover the truth!

I am the Restaurant at the end of the Universe.

I am WOMAN.

Oh, I got a little wound up there.

The Contrarian has become a fan of all the extreme right sites. It’s his form of comedy. It tends to make me swear like a sailor. But that’s me. I take fools seriously sometimes.

But I figured since none of you has the time to waste nor the emotional fortitude to not throw your laptop across the room, I figured I would give you a run down on what the crazies are saying. I know it’s a bit like writing a newspaper when all your journalists live in the asylum, but hey, we are in that let down, pending excitement of Christmas thru New Years, so it seemed damned appropriate.

Hey did you know Chuck Colson died this year? I must have missed that. Do you always say, “dang, I didn’t know he/she died?” when they run down those lists at the end of the year?

Oh, I digressed once again.

Anyway.

In an exclusive, WorldNetDaily informs us that that dastardly Muslim/Kenyan President of ours is the one behind Sen. Daniel Inouye not getting his dying wish. You know the one. Senator Inouye asked that Rep. Colleen Hanabusa to be his replacement in the Senate after his death. He asked this of Hawaiian governor, Neil Abercrombie. Instead the governor appointed Lieutenant Governor, Brian Schatz.

According to the WND, all was going according to plan to appoint Hanabusa when Obama “decided” to take the family to Hawaii for vacation. Unlike all the other years when the Obama’s woke up in Hawaii by mistake having planned to go skiing in Vail.

The proof that Obama is responsible for the change is that Schatz “flew back” with Obama, thereby proofing quite obviously that Obama told the governor to appoint Schatz. Schatz himself confirmed Obama’s hand in the pudding, admitting that they had a “brief chat” while flying back. I mean have they no shame at all?

Now the reason you ask?  Well, Schatz was head of the DNC in Hawaii in 2008, and he declined to request proof from the Department of Health in Hawaii that indeed Barack Obama was “eligible” to run for president. Hawaii requires a certification that a candidate is eligible, and then Speaker Nancy Pelosi had submitted that. The fact that she didn’t do so for any of the other 49 states is telling. Telling what we are not sure, but it’s telling us that maybe the other 49 don’t require that. But then maybe it was the proof that WND always claimed it was. Pigs fly and wombats were found in Antarctica yesterday.

Now stop drooling and read on.

Also from WND, we learn the real truth about the war on women. It’s never been waged by the Republicans! No, it was always a Democratic plot.

The proof?

The SON of a re-elected representative beat up his girl friend.

And several Democrats have had affairs.  (Newt is not a Democrat of course, and somehow his serial adultery is not important to this proof, since we are proving that Democrats have a war against women.)

And everyone knows that Democrats are in favor of abortion for ANY reason, even when it’s for gender selection, and that means baby girls are being aborted, and if that ain’t a war against females, I don’t know what is.

Republicans are not against renewing the Violence against Women act, they just were opposed to an amendment that made it easier for women to make charges of abuse by someone trying to get a visa. The Republicans were against this, for obvious reasons, and if you can figure out the word soup on that one, more power to ya.

Oh and the kid who beat up his girlfriend? Well his dad, the Rep. Moran? He’s in favor of Sharia law and the Muslim Brotherhood, and everyone KNOWS what they think of women. The proof of Rep. Moran’s favoring these things? Oh well, he is, take my word for it.

According to the Blaze, the President was hung in effigy by a Kentucky man, who gave his mannikin, a Obama mask, and had a section of watermelon in his hands. The man claimed he was only exercising his constitutional rights of free speech. His neighbors agreed, seeing nothing untoward about the whole event.

One of the blaze commentors, explains for all of us why there is no racism here.

There is no such thing as racism anymore. White people have collectively decided to give all people of color equal rights, it’s over and it’s been over for a long time. Just like woman’s rights men have decided to more or less relent on all of it. Just like with woman’s rights we (white men) could decide to take any of those rights away. We have that power but we don’t do it because we (white men) have for the most part left sexism and racism behind. The vast majority of white men are neither racist or sexist if we were then women would be barefoot at home in the kitchen and blacks would be slaves or at least second class citizens. There would be no border problem and the welfare state would be way smaller. If white men were what liberals say we are things would be way different. This guy has no power he can’t hurt anyone. By liberals own definition if he has no power he can’t be a racist. (From GuitarCarl who may have gotten his head caught in his guitar strings)

Well, I just want to shout a big old THANK YOU WHITE DUDES.

Speaking as a woman and all.

Gosh folks, I only had time for three. Just think of all the insanity out there that is still untapped.

Just Jumpin’ the Shark

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GOP, insanity, teabaggers

We all know the term Jumping the Shark.

It is used to refer to a TV show that has stuck around for one season too many and has run out of original ideas. It becomes predictable and well, just silly.

The same can be said for the GOP.

Or perhaps black hole analogies are more to the point.

The current Grand Old Party (Grey Old Poops) seem trapped at the event horizon, being sucked inexorably downward into the abyss of extinction.  To the observer, the descent is slow and seemingly forever.

As they tried to find their footing after the debacle (for them) of the 2012 election, they find themselves on the wrong side of just about everything that the mainstream in this country find right and good. They cannot get it through their skulls, dulled by apparent years of playing football with each other without helmets, that MOST Americans think it right and proper that the rich pay more taxes since their percentage of the pie has reached obscene levels.

Don’t get us wrong. We believe in wealth. We believe in getting wealthy. We just don’t believe that money should be wasted on people who have so much of it that they can’t recall how many homes they have, install elevators for their cars, cover everything in 14 carat gold, and have his and her yachts. We reject people who regularly go to restaurants where the tab for two is in excess of a thousand bucks. We think it’s unnecessary for people to have four thousand dollar shoes when too much of the world is shoeless.

We are even more offended when some jerk with a MBA thinks that he is worth multiple millions just to do a fairly simple job (it ain’t brain surgery or nuclear physics), and  we are even more offended when other people agree to pay it. This will threatening to “close the plant” if workers don’t agree to pay cuts and benefit cuts to make that profit to pay that salary.

But the GOP in part can’t wrap its IQ-less brain around these facts. The faction known as the Tea Party, peopled largely with unwitting dupes of corporate America who are fine with wherever the anger of said TeaPeople is directed as long as not in their direction, the Tea Party is against raising taxes on their masters. I guess they fear them. They certainly aren’t going to be them, no matter what their delusions.

I have spent some considerable time listening to these inarticulate grunters and find for the most part that they can’t explain themselves. They seem to rely almost totally upon the likes Rush and Sean and Breitbart and Blaze and so forth for their “news” which is not news at all but merely the subject matter released for the day to direct their ire. The TeaPeople then spew these few “phrases of the day” in a litany of rant that seldom addresses the real issues nor makes any attempt to answer serious opinions to the contrary.

They end up just ejecting ad hominem garbage and give themselves high-fives for the effort.

Then of course we come to the tragedy at Newtown and once again, we find them on the wrong end of the spectrum.

What was eerie was their willingness to hem and haw as they awaited the puppet master’s press conference last Friday. They would not commit to any discussion that possibly GUNS might be the problem. Instead they nodded sympathetically and suggested more safe rationales such as the ever popular, “get crazy people off the street” scenarios. Except that if one assumes that America has no more “crazies” (and I’m willing to be educated that they do by the way) than the next country, then you can’t explain why violence in this country is a hundred million times more prevalent here than anywhere else.

After Wayne La  PeePee (as the Contrarian likes to refer to him), spoke, then the flood gates were opened and then parroted the phrases again and again, “I’m not sure banning guns is the answer.”

This in the face of an overwhelming response from the public that sees the sense in banning assault rifles and high-capacity clips from sale to the public. THEY recognize that the only people who really want this crap are those whose minds are a bit loose anyway and like the first victim of Newtown, was arming for  the coming collapse.

While all this has been going on, those sneaky little shits have been busy in the various states, (all blue ones by the by), in trying to push through various pieces of legislation directed as screwing unions some more and figuring out new ways to win elections by securing less than half the vote.

I ran across this little report from Think Progress which was funny as hell, unless you realize that you as the taxpayer are paying for this kind of Mr Rodgers meets Mr. Greenjeans in Ms. Piggy’s bedroom kinda silliness.

1. Republicans in Washington state tried to ban the use of the dollar, placing the US on a pure gold and silver standard. Remember how old departed Beck loved to hawk gold on his Foxy Show? Yeah, well some of them bought it, boys and girls.
2. Virginian GOP sillies voted to remove words like climate change and sea level from the dictionaries in their state, because words have power and if you eliminate the word, you eliminate the problem, of which there never was one to begin with since my crazy interpretation of the bible said so.
3. Meanwhile in North Carolina, the GOP decided to just not ready any report that didn’t say what they wanted it to.
4. In Kansas and Florida, the busy bees in the Tea-infused legislatures, passed anti-Sharia laws because you know, the Hispanics and the Africa-Americans are gonna get together to support the relatively tiny Muslim community and their even tinier right-wing element of same who wants religious based decisions from our almost lily-white jurists.
5. In Arizona, it appears that the sun-soaked GOP wishes there to be no abortions for any woman who is 20 weeks pregnant, and they have decided that you decide that by counting from her last period. So I guess women will have to register their period dates with the state now, just in case, ya know.
6. In Indiana, Republicans, in their gun-lovingness, make it legal for you to shoot a cop if you THINK he is trying to enter your property illegally. Given that it’s Republicans and all, I am sure they waived the “reasonable belief” standard that applies to normal people.

There is more, but hey, you have a life.

The Warmest of Holiday Greetings!

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Christmas Break

Well, it’s finally arrived. And I’m busy doing all the last minute things one does. The goose is brining, and the last of the day-ahead cooking is done. I am ready to start relaxing into this wonderful time.

I thank you all for your friendship and for stopping by to listen to me and to voice your opinions. I value all of them, have learned from them, and enjoyed them as well. I wish the very best to you and yours as you celebrate this holiday in whatever fashion is right for you. Blessings on all and may you find the day peaceful and full of joy.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Very Blessed Day of Jesus’ birth, and I’ll see you back here around Thursday.

Geiger Counting My Way to Sanity

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cartoons, Congress, GOP, Humor, NRA

I swear before all that is holy, that it’s soon gonna be necessary to find a way through this madness that has become the American Psyche.

I told ya a long time ago about my unfriend Beth? The one who is a fundie church organizer? The one who reads the bible literally and unless someone agrees with her literalist interpretation, they are wrong? That one? The one who unfriended me on Facebook because I “hated Jesus”? Yes, that’s the one.

Well, she’s weighed in on a mutual classmate’s remarks about the insanity of Wayne LaPierre’s insane proposals. She had the audacity to cite chapter and verse (they always do that) implying that Jesus called for violence as a method of self-defense. Luke 22: 32-29 or around about there.

I won’t bore you with the analysis except to say that most scholars believe Jesus was using the call to arm as metaphor. When of course one of his disciples just moments later swung at a member of the arresting party and cut his ear, Jesus demanded the violence to stop and healed the man’s ear. But in the hands of the ill-educated when it comes to scripture, of course, it fits right in with the right-wing Christianist belief that wars are good as long as they are righteous, and of course all wars are righteous if they accomplish the ends you think are good. The standard is simple.

So, I’m glad I got lots of hair on my head cuz I’m tempted to tear it out if somebody doesn’t slap some sense into these buffoons. NO, we don’t need to arm schools. Columbine had an armed guard. He stopped nothing. The shooter in Connecticut’s mother had weapons. They didn’t save her life. I’m told (haven’t verified it folks) that Virginia Tech had its own swat team that of course never got to intervene before it was all over there. More guns is not the answer. Keeping them out of the hands of irresponsible people is, as best we can.

I’m pretty sure that Boehner thought it was the end of the world on Thursday night when he had to withdraw his Plan “B” because he’s own bunch of yahoos from Planet X wouldn’t approve of his tax on those making $1 MILLION or more a year.

See I figure that the corporate masters don’t really like this sort of thing. These Teabuggers have gotten way out of hand now, and think they are actually “controlling” something. The puppet masters I figure will start putting some money into the accounts of some “new” teabuggers who are willing to do as told.

Do you think the really really really rich give a big raspberry whether they have to pay (avoid) a few more taxes? They want to get on with the real issues of regulations. Enough already idiot children of the Norquist Godling.

John is under his bed and is gonna stay there until one of the Koch brothers orders him to face the music.

America seems to be suggesting that it’s about had it with the mind-numbing craziness of the NRA.

It makes you wonder though.

What makes a tipping point?

Why isn’t your tragedy enough?

Why is his tragedy enough?

Humans are strange beings when you get right down to it.

Which brings us to the point.

Never have so many died, so that nobody who had to be deposed, actually was.

I mean is that over kill?

In some countries, everybody has to be in the military service. They all have to have a gun and learn to use it.

But the kicker is–

They don’t take it home.

It stays in an armory.

I am just a simple person, with a half-way decent education. And I don’t understand why we love guns so much, and killing, and mayhem?

Of course I’m not alone in that I guess.

I asked the question on Twitter yesterday: Name me 10 rational Republicans.

I can’t get past 3.

Can you?

How have we come to a place where the ONLY thing that decides a vote is whether it will lead to being primaried?

Is it such a great job pretending to have power when you vote is bought and paid for and you dare not do anything you are not ordered to do?

What kind of pride do you take in that Mr./Ms Congress Person?

Is it the money? Can’t you do better in private spheres of greed? Can’t you just leave governing to a few decent folks who actually care?

You all make me nauseous.

So I guess we are going over.

I think that if we randomly picked 535 people out of a hat and asked them to figure out this budget mess, we would fix things up pretty darn well in less than a week.

I really do.

Or randomly toss darts at a wall covered with post-it notes. Each with a cut or tax hike on the back. The first ten are IT.

Or ask a class of 2nd graders.

Or have gerbil races with various cuts and taxes on little tags on their collars.

Or sending proposals by pigeon to Tahiti. First to arrive is IT.

They say you get what you pay for.

They say you never get nothin’ for free.

The politicals always speak on behalf of me.

I’m the “American People” they talk about.

They say I’m smart.

If I’m so smart how the hell did they get elected?

I guess I’m not so smart.

Did you ever meet a little kid who said they wanted to grow up and be a Senator?

Me neither.

Wonder when that notion pops up.

I bet when the job gets boring and the idea of making widgets for the next thirty years makes you wanna blow your brains out. That’s when it hits. “I think I’ll run for Congress!”

We need a pill for that.

Better yet, a lobotomy.

Here’s one for ya.

At exactly what age did you conclude that you were smarter than the people you elected to make decisions FOR you?

I mean seriously.

Some are easy of course. My dog is smarter than Louis Gohmert. I figure a horse is way smarter than Michele Bachmann.  Eric Cantor? Oh, a rhesus monkey for sure.

Get in the groove.

Give me some of your favorite “smarter thans”.

Or continue preparing for Christmas. Whatever.

John of Orange Falls Into the Poo Pit

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Armaggedon, GOP, John Boehner, NRA, teabaggers, What's Up Today

John put in his thumb and pulled out a lump of coal. That’s what they call mixin’ a metaphor if you hadn’t guessed that already.

In any case, Mrs. John the Orange must be havin’ to pull his weeping ass out of the bed this morning kicking and screaming all the way.

So ya wanna be Speaker do you John?

Well, welcome to the world of TeaPeople. The GOP House caucus must be the singular black hole of intellect on the entire globe.

John must wish he were a Democrat about now. Go talk to Nancy John, she will explain how to do the job.

If ya hadn’t heard, John of Orange withdrew his Plan B vote last night when it became uncomfortably clear  that his own party would not pass it. And this was a draconian measure if there ever was one, gutting Obamacare, severely gutting the food stamp program, killing unemployment insurance and well, you get the idea. And all they had to agree with is to raise some taxes on those making more than a million buckeroos.

And they said NO. Not gonna raise no taxes on the rich people who we wanna be someday and they promise us we will be if only we don’t ask them to pay out of their fun money cache, cuz that is reserved for ya know, fun.

And now all the country is starkly aware that the GOP is the party that will let as they said, 99.8% of the country suffer in order to protect the rich. Now that is a brand that might be a bit hard to erase. Coupled with their complete and utter inability to even utter the words “assault rifles and high-clip ammo is unnecessary in a civilized society” and you have a party made in Hell.

Let’s face it folks, John of Orange needs to jump back into the Cheetos bag and forget this speaker stuff. He don’t know how it works it seems. It is a cardinal rule these days, that “thou shall not bring onto the floor a bill thou does not have the votes to pass”, and caveat to that is “thou shalt not talk of any such bill before thou has the votes to pass it.”

Me thinks John’s tenure may be short. Me thinks it should be. I

The foxes are in charge of the hen-house.

And yeah, it’s fun to watch, except that geez you fools, there is a country to run. When are ya gonna grow up?

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I been reading Noam Chomsky. Just wanted you to know that.

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If you want to read a great analysis of the fiscal cliff talks and negotiations, well you can’t do better than Paul Krugman in todays NYTimes. Twice now the GOP has given up great opportunities to “win” in favor of ideological purity. This latest is a Christmas gift to the Democrats.

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In case you missed it, you are alive.

We survived the doomsday scenario of the Mayan calendar.

Course most of us knew that yesterday when New Zealand reported “all is well” in the early afternoon.

For those of you who are teabagger/evangelical/nut cases. . . .it aint’ the same time at the same time around the globe. Were you figuring it was Greenwich mean time?

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Hurry up and get your faux news! There is only four days left in which you can participate in the Billo O’Reilly rant on the “war on Christmas”. But never fear, Billo packs it away and drags it out every year, so if you miss it this year, start looking as soon as Thanksgiving is over.

And do wait for the end. It’s so classically FOX.

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Just back from the pool and the Contrarian says, “Don’t turn it on. You can’t believe the fiasco that was the NRA press conference. But I did it anyway. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway, because there is the fascination of the train wreck.

There is a reason they call fanatics, fanatics. It’s because, well, THEY ARE.

After having played the game of “mourning before shooting off their mouth” the NRA had the opportunity to see the tenor of the public’s response, the opinion of a MAJORITY of their own members, and just the time to use just plain old common sense and moral rectitude, they of course come up with this:

“The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a GOOD guy with a gun.”

Who’s to blame? The Government for creating those “gun-free zones”.

Once again the NRA proves that it now is only the grotesque mouth piece of the gun manufacturers and sellers.

Shame on them.

Santa ain’t coming to  Wayne LaPierre’s house. Oh no he is not.

Oh hint: the most amusing thing (if amusing is a word to be used where the NRA is concerned) about Wayne’s World speech, was his willingness to limit the first amendment (video games) but not the second. That means I guess that 2 is more important than 1 in Wayne’s World. By the by, I think reasonable limits on video games might be an issue I could get behind because I find them personally appalling. I do not know, however how best to do that which would actually keep the damn things out of the hands of, well everybody, without banning them outright which I think just might not pass constitutional muster, unless of course you treat it like porn, and ban that which has no “redeeming social value”, which in the end comes down to Potter Stewart’s, famous line in Jacobellis v. Ohio in 1964, when he said, “hard-corn pornography was hard to define, but I know it when I see it.”

I know it when I see it too, and Wayne LaPierre is an idiot of the first order.

Hey go out there and finish that Christmas shopping and don’t run down anyone in the mall parking lot. It will put a real dent in your holiday merry-making.

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