When is a Cruise a Cruz?

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Contrarian, GOP, Humor, Mitt Romney, Politics

When your name is Contrarian, that’s when.

A bit of history is in order.

The Contrarian, bless his heart, has this issue with names. I am not sure of the reason, but I rather think it’s lazy ear syndrome, as in “I don’t give much of a shit what your name is–I haven’t yet decided whether you’re worth remembering” syndrome.

He says otherwise of course.

You can decide for yourself.

Anyway, his bastardizations of names has become fairly comical on occasion as he comes up with new and unique ways to identify of whom he speaks.

For instance, the Williams  sisters, of tennis fame are not Venus and Serena. No they are referred to as the flytrap sisters, since Venus is related to a plant called a Venus Fly trap. You get the logic I presume?  Liam Neeson becomes something like Leland Nelson. Some of them are quite hilarious. Woman who pulls on ear is the illustrious Carol Burnett. I’ve become quite adept at figuring out who he is talking about. When it comes to Spanish names, well, it is unreal. He really can’t get his heard around the concept that LL in a word is pronounced like a y. So our historical Old Mesilla is to him Missilla instead of MaCeeya.

So anyway, last night we are watching the football game when there is a Bud commercial and I see this guy whose name I don’t know but he’s bald and wears sunglasses and is supposed to be “hip” if that world is still understood by anyone below the age of 60. I had seen a similar commercial with him in it some months ago and thought he was simply an actor, but saw him later singing on the American Music Awards, so I figure he is “somebody”.

So I said to the Contrarian. “I don’t know what his name is, but I find him intriguing. You know what I mean. He’s not classically good-looking but something about him is compelling. No doubt men find some women like that too–like Cleopatra who was thought to be quite plain-looking but was adored by men.”

Well the guy looks at me, and says, “yeah that Penelope woman would be like that.”

And I looked puzzled, which is a normal state of look for me around the Contrarian as you can imagine, and said, “Penelope? Who are you talking about?”

And he up and says, “You know, Penelope, the one who was married to Tom Cruise and had the baby Sookie Balooey.”

“Are you talking about Penelope Cruz?” I queried.

“Yes, Penelope and Tom Cruise,” he replied with satisfaction.

“They were never married dear.”

“But they had that baby, Serius or something like that.”

“No they didn’t, that was Katie Holmes.”

Cruise and Cruise, I think I’m right.” he pontificated from upon high.

“NO! Good grief, Charlie Brown, they are not the same. Do you think that Tom is Hispanic or something?”

“Huh?”

“Tom Cruise is spelled C R U I S E. Penelope’s last name is spelled C R U Z.

“Huh, you don’t say? Well she still has a big nose.”

Whereupon the Packers scored again and the world arighted itself. Once more the hapless Lions whimpered their way off the field, and I dear readers was gifted with yet another blog post that writes itself. Everyone is happy at Casa Peyton.

PS. Every time Selma Hayek appears on anything thing, I get: “Hey I thought she was dead!”  “Selma Hayek” Where did you get that notion?” “Ain’t she that Selana woman?” “You mean Selena? No she is not Selena.” Sigh. . . .

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Apparently it’s part of therapy to announce your failures openly to anyone who will listen in an attempt to come to grips with the reality of your life.

Thus Mitt Romney, goes into the locker room to meet Manny Pacquiao by saying, “hi I’m Mitt Romney. I ran for president. I lost.”

Mr. Pacquiao went on to suffer a knock-out in the 6th round I hear.

I’m guessing that many a football team will politically request that Willard NOT come to their games, and certainly not enter the locker room.

He’s now the creeping angel of losing. I wonder if crucifixes and garlic would work?

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Dead but they won’t stay dead: Glenn Beck and Newt Gingrich.

Can you tell me why anybody asks Newty to give his opinion on anything other than how to get a divorce? I mean really. Seriously.

And why is John McCain always on the Sunday circuit of talk shows? All he ever says is: “I love war, I lost in 2008, and did I tell you I love war?”

I’m not sure if this is the same story but I think it is.

A few days ago there was a report of a whale that had become entangled in fishing lines and was having trouble surfacing to breath. Divers went out and carefully cut all the lines off the whale.

She swam in circles happily for a bit following her liberation, and then, according to reports went to each diver in turn and nudged them, before swimming off.

We have much to learn I believe about the species we live among.

We would do well to think more carefully before we destroy them or ignore them as we busily go about the business of trashing the planet.

I continue to be dumbfounded at the price wildlife is asked to pay for our stupid ideas. Elephants are being slaughtered because somebody thinks it valuable to have a piece of sculpted ivory on a shelf to look at.

Turtles are killed for their livers, considered some sort of delicacy in some places.

The list is long and disgusting.

When will we learn?

Oh, did you see this one?

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Migrating to New Horizons

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happy things, Humor, inspiration, marine biology, whales

Did you know that a gray whale has one of the longest migrations of any animal? From the Bering Sea to western Mexico, some 18,500 Km.

And they do this while hugging the coast most all the way. That I did not know.

Al-Jazeera has an imbedded video, if you would like a peaceful and happy moment today.

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I read through about one hundred “political” posts today, and then said, “what the hell,” this is simply too depressing. We are featuring  happy things, and thoughtful things.

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Speaking of which, March Madness has started and the first game of the regular Round 2 (Round one games occurred yesterday and the day before to “set” the final 64), is today at 11am. Oh it’s my favorite time of year, spring busting out, and college basketball. We don’t “fill out the brackets” but we fill in each teams win on the chart. Great antidote to all that ails ya.

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And a happy St. Paddy’s Day to ya. No corned beef and cabbage for us. I forgot when we were grocery shopping a couple of weeks ago. We’re having salad and grilled turkey sandwiches. I wish I had some corned beef though, they would make some fine sandwiches doncha think?

h/t Wounded Bird

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I’ve been engaged in the last few days with Tim, our dear friend from Straight-Friendly. He and I are both posting every day in Lent. If you want a bit of uplifting, no better place to get it. His post today digs deeply into what we consider most important in our life. Will we answer the call? When I said, posting every day, I meant at Walking In the Shadows, my other blog.

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If you would like to ponder something a bit less deep, well ponder this one:

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Temperatures are soaring to about 65 today. Yesterday it was mid 50’s. We still have snow if you can believe that. In among the trees in long swaths that don’t get a lot of sun. Why they need sun to melt is odd. It was 49 this morning when I got up. I want to go out and tap the remaining snow on the shoulder, “s’cuse me but the train has left the station. Move on, move on.” It is ignoring me.

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Cats are smart, and then dumb at the same time. Ever noticed that? We left the back door open last night. So the spring-drunk felines could go in and out at will. Just enough for them to get out. This morning I find two of them on the front porch, looking like orphans. Duh, the back door is open guys. Remember how you got out? And we are not gonna have a happy time if you bring in another mouse like you did last night. Stop playing with the poor things. Kill them and be done with it if you must, but NO more playing with them. Makes me feel all hurty inside as I gather them up and throw them out.

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I confess the mouse was still alive when I threw it as far as I could. I couldn’t kill it, although I’ve bashed a dying bird with a shovel. Just can’t do it with my hands. I can kill lobsters all day long, and spiders, and all manner of unfuzzy, uncute things. That’s shameful isn’t it?

Oh, shoot, now I’m not being the least bit uplifting. Well, go watch the game, and get happy. And have a beer on me, and some corned beef, WHICH I FORGOT TO BUY!

**the spell check is on the fritz. Sorry if you find errors.

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What’s Up? 06/10/10

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Anglican, Anglican Communion, Archaeology, environment, Humor, Jacques Cousteau, oceans, Sarah Palin, The Episcopal Church

Well, ya know my day has been a bit troubled from the last post, but frankly, I’m letting it go pretty easily. I’m praying for a woman to re-prioritise her life in a more meaningful way.

Other than that, the rolls are baking in the oven, making the house smell wonderful and the Contrarian has completed his gardening for the day and is busy re-reading a number of his short stories–reading me snippets here and there, much to my delight.

I am turning to see what the intertubes have collected for me to read, and if I find a thing or two that you might like, I’ll pass them along. Agreed?

Okay, my first stop was over at vodkaandgroundbeef. I find her writing simply hilarious. Okay, I won’t mention it every day, but really you can’t miss her.

Almost as delish is the post from Joe.My.God–did Sarah get a boob job? Oh dish that dirt! And we aren’t even linking to Perez Hilton. Miz Feminista coulda? Ranks up there with Carly’s gossipy girl snarl about Boxer’s hairdo. Oh ladies, remember, we are about POWER and TRUTH aren’t we?

Don’t know about you, but I watched a lot of Jacques Cousteau specials growing up. He more than anyone taught us the beauty and fragility of the oceans. Stephany Anne Golberg has a nice story about his life at The Smart Set.

Who killed Otzi is the oldest murder mystery going.  Seriously, like over 5,000 years old. That’s older than Columbo by at least 15 years I think, or Hawaii-50’s “Book em DanO.” Heck if that don’t titillate you, then they have a story on the oldest leather shoe ever found too. I mean you gotta know this stuff right?

The Archbishop of Canterbury has turned a cold shoulder to the Episcopal Church for failing to abide by his wishes. Tobias Haller strikes the perfect note in his poem at In a Godward Direction.

For all you anal types (I tend to be one) here’s a way to rethink and revise that constant urge to live by the to-do list. Brought to you by Balance in Me.

Questions, questions, always questions. Answers are optional. How is God the Creator is a thought provoking essay on what exactly do we mean when we say that God created everything? Brought to you by Closer to Truth, via Science and Religion Today.

Enough for today. Have a good one!

Our Collective Responsibility

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British Petroeum, environment, gulf coast, Marlon Brando, morality, Mutiny on the Bounty, oil spill, social issues, Tony Hayward

Last night the Contrarian and I watched the 1962 version of Mutiny on the Bounty. No, we are not going to discuss the relative merits of this version versus the 1935 version (actually there were two others that preceded them both), nor who was better, Gable or Brando.

It raises an interesting point. At why point in time are we compelled to step forward and address wrongs before we become co-responsible for the harms being done?

In the movie, Fletcher Christian is faced with example after example of  Bligh’s unfair treatment of the sailors in his keeping. He is harsh and unrelenting in his desire to achieve results–often exhibiting a clear willingness to sacrifice his crew in order to gain approval of his naval superiors back home.

Several men are viciously treated and more than one dies, before Christian is moved to step in, thereby sacrificing his own career and possible life to stop Bligh’s excesses. Perhaps Christian was slowed by his realization that indeed he would have to give up  his life in England. It is undoubtedly true that had the consequences to himself been less, he most likely would have acted sooner.

Is this a moral standard however or only a practical one? Can we justify our delay because of the relative cost to ourselves? Surely, at least in the movie, others were calling for Christian to step in sooner than he did. They all, perhaps had less to lose, it is not certain. All faced hanging if convicted of mutiny, which they surely were guilty of. Some of the men went with Bligh, on the excuse that they had family at home–the stakes were too high in their estimation for them to act morally here.

I raise the issue, because we are faced with a calamity of unprecedented proportions in the Gulf.

Our anger is unbounded at this point, unless of course you are a Republican, being bankrolled by big oil. Then of course you listen to Rush Limbaugh who tells us that the ocean will clean itself. No biggie.

The rest of us, as I said, are appalled. We are sickened to death of pictures of birds coated with oil so thick the cannot even walk. We turn away in disgust and heartbreak. We shake our fist at the CEO Tony Hayward at his insipid remarks about “wanting his life back” and then spending millions to do another “don’t hate BP because we make millions,” commercial.

Yet, I wonder, is part of our horror, part of our revulsion, part of our pain, the realization that we bear responsibility here? We all talk a great game, we all nod about the rape of the environment, we all agree that we need cleaner energy, but we are all too reluctant to give up much to achieve it.

Perhaps I speak for myself, but I think not. If it were only my selfish “forgetting”  my reusable cotton shopping bags, if it were only my sometimes use of too much plastic in my life, then we wouldn’t be talking about a Gulf catastrophe. No, sadly, I am not alone.

I do my bit, but it’s small to be sure. We burn trash, we don’t use bottled water, we try to remember to take the shopping bags with us. We try to avoid prepackaged nonsense. We try to cut down on driving and other energy expenditures, but we only do it half-assed most of the time. It’s just time consuming and annoying a lot of the time, and it’s often–oops, I’ll do better next time.

And this is where it has gotten us. We have, a goodly number of us, railed at offshore drilling, but we’ve not made it a battle to engage in. I suppose we can’t be totally condemned. After all, there are a thousand causes from Alzheimer’s to zoological extinctions that we can put our time and money into. No one can address but a small handful at best.

But, saying all that, we cannot absolve ourselves from the responsibility. It is still ours. We knowingly allowed these greedy bastards to continue, because we had other concerns both public and private. That is why we cringe at the pictures so violently. That is why our eyes water and we turn our gaze away from the creatures whose lives have for no reason they can discern turned upside down. Life is mean and short, and the innocent very often get the worst of it.

That perhaps is our greatest anger. That the first tier of guilty will suffer not one whit. Tony Hayward and all the rest of them, will simply move their summer tropical paradises to some other part of the globe untainted by oil sludge. They can afford to.

Those whose livelihoods, limited as they were, focused on the Gulf, are done for perhaps decades to come. The animals and birds and fish who die, well, they were unknown, unnamed, and will pass mostly unnoticed. Like the huge epic extinctions of bygone times, they will mark a time only. A time  reflected in history books (unless Texas manages to vacuum this story as well).

I have no answers. But you are so used to that. How to organize and stop all this wretched excess bought at the cost of the poor, the working poor, the environment? I’d love an answer. I can only feed the birds that live in the meadow, and pet my dogs and caress my cats, and try to be especially kind to them, knowing they are the lucky few.

What say you?

A Soul Under Fire

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British Petroleum, environment, Gulf of Mexico, offshore drilling, oil companies, Oil leak disaster, Sarah Palin

 Such is how I feel today as I watch the disaster that is about to strike the gulf coast. It is sickening. What exactly did we forget about what we learned as mere children: water and oil don’t mix. I remember as a child the bluish sheen of gasoline not burned by the boat outboard motor, glistening on the surface of the water of the lake. I understood. Why can’t they?

Is the allure of money to stuff in one’s campaign coffers too much? Is the cheap and quick fix to a local economy too enticing? Are we too willing to deny the obvious for a job? a few extra bucks in the paycheck? Are we so small and selfish and inconsiderate? Are we betting that it will not be our problem but somebody else’s? Somebody else’s child’s?

It sickens me. I want to weep, and I want to hit out at somebody, something.

We learn that what British Petroleum told us is not true. More than five times what they said was leaking actually is. Investigations will soon follow, to determine in part whether they always knew this or not. If they did, well damn them.

 We are now in a race that we probably can’t win. Thank goodness that NOAA did an independent investigation and at least alerted that the danger was ever so much worse than we thought. But, frankly it may not matter.

All of this is so predictable. It was a disaster that everyone knew would happen sooner or later, and all those who pushed off-shore drilling, well they banked on later, or at least that they would, when it happened, be far enough away from the action to not be blamed.

I frankly don’t know what agreements states make with these companies. I don’t know who has the ultimate control, federal or state. I was not happy to hear that Obama was removing the moratorium on offshore drilling considerations. I admit not to have followed these issues well.

But, I have no doubt that there would be no drilling offshore in the Gulf of Mexico without the express okay of the states now threatened. So they bear the onus of their own mistakes, yet what they reap in this whirlwind of disaster will affect everyone.

My heart breaks for the wildlife and ecosystems that will be harmed and destroyed. I weep for the loss of life, which everyone seems to have so glibly ignored. I am outraged at the loss of livelihood of fishermen along the coast even though I realize that many of these waters are routinely over fished.

The blows from this keep coming.

And where pray tell are the stupid voices of “drill baby drill” now? Where are the sanctimonious bellowing Obama haters who glam onto each and every issue they can find and pushed this moronic sing-song chant without a modicum of knowledge about what they were spewing about?

Hey Sarah, you lame brained idiot. What say you now? Not that it matters you brainless twit. Don’t bother to tell us of your expertise in the area as you recently argued it was time to drill baby drill, instead of stall baby stall. You wouldn’t understand a fact if it was branded on your palm and carried the imprimatur of the King James Bible as its source.

You and all the Fox Faux news? minions of big business interests. You and Johnny Mac and Jindal and on and on, who suck on the public teat, never earning an honest dollar in your sorry lives.

Yes, I’m being incredibly unchristian and I realize it. That is between me and God, and not your concern. I’ve had it with you all. You users of all that is good in this country to line your own mansions while the rest of us do the dirty work of building and sustaining the world you recreate in. You should be ashamed but you never will be, because you believe, behind closed doors that it really is the survival of the fittest, and you have proven to be the fittest because you have more toys.

So you ahead and spend your time in the tanning salons, and get that massage, and that expensive suit all ready, which you can slip into before you parade before the camera and express your “deep concern,” all the while amping for the angle to turn this into “Obama’s Katrina.” We can see your fangs dripping with blood, and we can see the greed flashing in your eyes. Just looking, aren’t you to turn this whole thing somehow to your advantage.

Damn you all to hell, if there were such a place. Damn you to public condemnation, and may you tongue cleave to the roof of your mouth for all time. You sicken  me more than I can express.

Some Days I Just Wanna Hurl

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child abuse, child pageants, nature shows

I had a brilliant post all ready for you today. I was putting the finishing touches on it, when I meant to hit a backspace I guess, and somehow, hit something else, and the entire post disappeared. All that was left was the title. I went immediately to the drafts and reclaimed it, but apparently whatever I hit by mistake, wipes everything but the title.

I tried to recreate it, but as with most of my great satirical work, it flows naturally and is not something I can call up in memory again. It was a doozy. Just so you know and can feel properly sad for me.

This happened to me a few times on Blogger and was the reason I left that blogging format. It too had a draft saved that updates every few minutes, but when you hit the mystery key, all bets are off and it sends your hard thought material into a black hole never to be seen again. Perhaps tomorrow I can juice up and try again.

Until then, just a couple observations.

I can’t remember why, but children and beauty pageants again raised their ugly head within range of my senses and I become incensed. Am I the only one who finds this type of exploitation nothing less than child abuse?

Am I the only one who finds little girls dressed up with false eyelashes, rouged cheeks and Vegas style clothes, creepy?

Am I the only one who gets that slightly overweight housewives are trying to recapture (gain?) the glamorous life they never had and get rich off the backs of their babies, through this vicarious medium?

Am I the only one who find these kids pathetic emotional wrecks trying desperately to please increasingly insane adults they are forced to live with and obey?

Save me all the “she loves it, and the minute she doesn’t we will stop” nonsense. No kid “wants” to do this. Having seen just about enough of the “behind the scenes” drama of these events to last a lifetime–probably two episodes of now defunct child pageant shows, it is obviously not true that the kids “love it.”

They whine, they cry, they fight with other kids. They know they are being treated as pampered pets shown off for filthy lucre. End of story. Stop the abuse. Stop showing these things on TV. Stop promoting them in your town. Call protective child services.

Speaking of which, the Contrarian and I watch a fair amount of the nature shows from PBS, Discovery and NGO. Mostly they are wonderful and we are always amazed beyond words, that as long as we’ve lived, watched these shows, read, and otherwise been awake, they manage to show us species we have never seen before.

So far so good. Nothing too, can compare with the advances in photography and zooming and so forth, allowing those charged with capturing the animals on film, to do so close up and in detail. Time and again we are advised that “no one has ever witnessed this behavior in the wild before.”

Okay, as I said, so far so good. Then why pray documentarians must you assault my senses with all the killing? I know there are predators and prey. I know that the prey don’t gather their dead from the night before and lay them out in grocery store display for the hungry predators. But I can pretend can’t I?

Why do you need to show me all the gory details? My cute little Bambi like gazelle being tossed in the air and strangled by the mean old lion? I mean what is with you perverts?

I watch such shows because life is mean and often ugly and reality is a bitch. I come to your sweet nature show for a smile and warmth and the ever present baby animal cuteness. Meerkats to the rescue. Give me orangutans and silly chimps. Give me crazy leaping mountain goats, and dancing rain forest blue-footed boobies or whatever. I did not come to see mayhem, however “real” it is.

I spent most of last night’s foray into the world of amphibians with my eyes shut, and frankly I don’t get that upset about creepy things getting eaten. But following a poor water buffalo for a week as he slowly died from Komodo Dragon germs was a bit much.  I don’t watch nature shows for “reality” dammit!

And as for all the rest of you out there, who are annoying me at any given moment–well just stop. You know who you are. Just freakin’ shut your pie hole for a day okay? This wordpress screw up of my Pulitzer Prize winning satirical post now gone for all time down the black hole of Calcutta has really got me P I S S E D. So pay attention!

Holding Down the Fort–Sanity Preserved

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air traffic control, Congress, FAA, gay rights, GOP, Killer Whales, marine biology, right wing religious, stoning, Ten commandments, Zoology

Everyone on planet Earth has heard or read the story of the Orca who apparently inadvertently killed its trainer. Well, the American Family Association, well known right wing Christian loonie tunes organization, has done itself proud once again.

Their solution to the sad affair? Stone the whale! Yep, biblically that’s what it says to do you know. Logistics are yet to be worked out, as to exactly how one can accomplish this effectively, and well, most of us will have to check our storage facilities to see if we have have the right size rocks, but no matter. It’s the right thing to do. God wants the whale dead. Any peon can see that. I mean it was all her fault that she was captured and imprisoned and made to sing for her supper. Her fault that she can’t disassociate her genetic inclinations from the selfish needs of public entertainment!

Will somebody do me a favor and inform these bozos that they need to call themselves something other than Christian? How bout, Followers of Crazy Dude in the Sky? I’m so tired of being held in association with these clowns by all the atheists in Merika.

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Tip Time! For us poor heteros whose gaydar is not that great–we have a help. The one who squawks the loudest is most assuredly the closeted gay blade.

Proof? Well, one California State Senator, Roy Ashburn, is the latest in a long line of public deniers but private doers of the nasty. Seems the homophobic Mr. Ashburn, was recently pulled over for DUI, after having just left a “notoriously” gay bar.

Said driver, who had an unnamed “male” in the passenger seat, was quite contrite of course, hoping that his friends, family and supporters would see fit to “understand.”

This is getting to be a thing with Republicans it seems, as well as the right wing religious among ’em. Dudes, please, uncloset thyself and stop this self-flagellation. Like me and Christianity, you need your own name–Uptight Rethugs Who Get Hot over Penises. Just sayin’ ya know.

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Sadly, what more need be said about this? It’s so close to being true as to make a grown man weep, and a grown woman swear. Or vice versa.

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Chicken Little was racing around the Network Outlets yesterday, all in the usual tither over the what happened at JFK the other day. Seems an air traffic controller brought his kid to work and fed him a few lines that the kid was allowed to issue to departing flights. The pilots seemed to enjoy the kid’s efforts.

Not so the FAA and other properly “appalled” types. I mean, mainstream media just loves a story like this. It takes up half of their day, all with NO work involved. I mean I was near to getting the vapors, just realizing how close we came to utter catastrophe in the skies over Merika.

I’m for stoning the man. I guess we can’t be looking for our military generals to bringing their kids to work anytime soon heh? I mean, how ’bout letting the kids push the big red button on one of those bunker buster bombs? Or maybe zeroing in for the coup ‘d etat  on one of those Al Qaeda higher ups? Would we still be squealing this loud?

Yeah, so it was not the smartest thing in the world to do, but really do you seriously think it’s more dangerous than the untold shenanigans that probably go on in those places every day? Boozing and drugs and lack of sleep, and going to take a leak at a crucial moment? I doubt it.

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This last is simply delicious. Being a thinking Christian, I’m among those that can poke a certain amount of fun at religion in general. You see, we have faith, which we UNDERSTAND is not proof, and perhaps not even remotely close to the truth of things. So we figure God doesn’t mind a little fun which may in the end not even be at his expense at all.

Enter one Christopher Hutchins, bain of the right wing religious nuttery. Mr. Hutchins has re-written, and/or questioned the present day usage of the so-called Ten Commandments.

It appears in Vanity Fair, and that in itself is endorsement enough, since nobody dishes the gossip better in the entire world.

So do take a look. Much like (only in degree mind you) William F. Buckley, you may disagree vigorously with Mr. Hutchins, but you can admire his utterly snappy style of saying it. I sure did.

And if you find Mr. Hutchins words offensive, well we can resort to stoning of course.

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And just to finish things off, the Contrarian advises that this clear statement of truth should set all the PETA loving, vegetarian touters to shame.

If God had a wanted us to be vegetarians (which according to the bible literalists, he did for a short time at least, before we screwed it all up with the apple and all that chit), he would not have made animals out of meat!

So there ya go. You have your arguments. So head out troops and spread the truth among the land  of  trailer livin’, NASCAR fumin’, bible thumpin’  heathens of Merika. And that be USA and that’s spelled with U and well U know what that means!