Word.

Why Senator Craig is right

Oy. We need a word for these Bear-Baiting Republicans.

Just what do I say to my children when video of US soldiers breaking into citizens homes in Iraq? I tell them that they were ordered to invade their homes by the President, because he’s a bad man.

EVERYONE always comments on how well behaved my children are. (Unless they are fed any sugar!)

McCullough is simply writing lies for internal conusumption for unthinking Republicans to whip them into a fervor where Nazi-esque slaughter of fellow Americans becomes commonplace. The GOP regime has but one goal, total global domination. In America they are drestroying the midle class and preparing the military and their followers for police-state fascism and mass murder of the 70% of citizens that don’t want thier domination.

But I really, really, really enjoy long walks, and long talks with my one and only!

And what’s wrong with calling my penis my “one and only”?

linky!

I dunno. I think Leon “Ickiness is the Measure of Immorality” Kass has a point here, about the inappropriateness of “eating in public”. How come is it that you are not supposed to go to the bathroom on the corner, nor have sex on the corner, but eating food in the middle of a crowded public square is ok?

I’ve always thought that it would make a good Star Trek episode (maybe one like this already exists) where they visit a planet where eating in public is viewed with the same revulsion with which we view public sex or public defecation — nu ? after all, they’re all natural bodily functions …

When did department store employees start investigating the political beliefs of patrons with unruly kids?

Where ya been?

mikey

The salesman blanched.

Let’s hope that taught him to stop patronising kids, g.

- Homer Simpson, but hereby nominated as the new wingnut motto.

M. Bouffant, when you venture out again, you should hie yourself back there and go have a kuku sandwich at the Attari Sandwich shop. It’s on the side street just south of your Borders, just inside the courtyard.

Kuku is like a Persian omelette, supercharged with herbs, and it’s delicious. I think it’s about $4. They also have the most incredible soup there, a golden, spicy thick soup of several types of legumes, garnished with sour cream and crispy-fried onions.

Well, of course all kids can be a challenge at times. My kid, who is now 19, was – all told – a good kid. But I do recall one shopping trip while he was going thru his potty-training stages……

I was shopping for furniture – I forget actually for what, but I went into this giant warehouse-like furniture store in Southgate in Seattle. And as I was wandering around, my kid was in the couch section, checking out the couches; sitting on each of them, singing to himself….

And a saleman came up to me and asked me if I needed help, and I said, no, thank you, I’m look for (whatever it was) and that I would call upon him when I needed more help. And, jolly, he turned to my kid and said, heartily, “Hey, little fella! How’s it going?”

And my kid sat there nestled in the cushions of a big ole sectional couch, and smiled up at him and said, conversationally, “I’m sitting here in my po-o-o-op!”

The salesman blanched. I choked off a laugh and grabbed Kid by the hand and hustled him out of the store for a diaper change.

Isn’t that the way Atlas shrugged?

[ baby. steps. ]

I’ll attain my customary level of annoyingness in no time at all, I’m sure.
It’s like riding a bike.

The idea that some of these bubloons have, that children will soak things up like a sponge, is easily disproven. I mean, lots of children are taught about Jeebus. Lots of children are taught about laws. Lots of children are taught about good behaviour. And yet we still have adults who become atheists. Adults who commit crimes. Adults whe behave like arseholes. How is this?

Being somewhat old and crumbly, I recall the days of compulsory sex education evenings at my primary school. They showed films made in England in the 60s, terribly twee and terribly prim, and the only illustration of any working parts was a sectional diagram. I recall wondering, for quite some time afterwards, how the two bits were brought together: I had some vague notion of two hospital gurneys being slowly wheeled into conjuction.

I must say that, screaming sex aside, it’s a wonderful idea to be teaching kids that families come in different shapes. Kids tend to think this anyway: no-one is born with prejudice, it’s instilled in them. Kids, at least primary school kids, don’t section their class into Us and Them, at least not by parental combinations or race or whatever else. A friend of mine recently had his son ask what Aboriginal meant: Nick replied “You know your friend Peter? He’s aboriginal”.

And as for being hellions, well, this man sounds like a purse-lipped, disapproving, Victorian-era killjoy who has no experience of kids. Fergodssakes, they’re young and healthy and full of energy: of course they run about and play. Jeebus. Does he want them standing mute and owlish while their mother drags them around shopping? Does he want them all dressed like Little Lord Fauntleroy?

Pah, enough wingnuts. I’m off for a nap.

How can you resist a story about two boys consummating their lust for each other?

Well–!
I know that I certainly can’t!
I have my schtick to live up to, after all.