Merry Christ-punch!

(Moe of the Simpsons would approve).

It’s an advertising scam, essentially. Autopirate feed from the web, get paid by your ads for each item you post. They are assholes, polluting the commons.

I figured as much. Really annoying, more than anything else. And it doesn’t help that they’re selling God & Jeebus to a disinterested crowd.
Really, guys. You can’t threaten me with a lake of fire that doesn’t, in fact, exist.

Although having a symbolic representation of a common historical method of excecution instead of 50 states… I guess its more of that “founded as a Christian Nation” nonsense…

What would Bill Hicks say ?

(Yes, I’m fully aware that I was probably just a friendly fire victim of someone cleaning up after the spamblog weasel. Still. It’s been like, months, since I was banned from an IRC channel, even, so I have to get my angst points where I can.)

Once I got that out of my system, however, and turned my attention back to the “Christmas Separatists” & evangelicals” as well as the many others on all sides, I have been told by more than one “anti-jihadi” blogosphere resident that I am being paranoid. Even when I point out the irony they don’t get it.

Perhaps they should see these alarming t-shirts, though they may be more alarmed by the Empire State Building’s Eid lighting, but I think most Americans could hardly help but to notice that the “Jesus Camp”ers are becoming more strident in their views and their methods of sharing these views…dare I say imposing?….on the rest of us? It’s not just the kooks I live around, this is going on everywhere here, and it’s freakish.

OK. Better now. So, what have I been eating? Well, basically, I’ve been eating shit and not dying, much to the disappointment of a handful and ignored by a far greater group of people. OTOH, that’s what I can afford to eat, so I can’t complain too much.
Besides, I actually kinda like the crap I eat. It’s just that I really like the good stuff, too. I’d like to mix it up a bit, andgo back and forth between the two..
Even as is, every once in a while, I’ll splurge and get something nice, or go out to a decent restaurant.

But, not too much.

Those two “Christians” wearing teh American-flag-with-a-cross-replacing-teh-stars t-shirts…
WTF?!?

No, really…

.

W. T. F?!

What I mean is, they desecrate our flag and, yet, expect to be seen as patriotic?! What’s up with that?
Also, are they married? Or, at least, related somehow? ‘Cos it just isn’t proper for an unmarried, adult woman to be seen in the company of an adult male without a chaperone. They’re sinning, so it’s really not a very “Christian” photo, either.

Unless, you know, they’re actually married.
So, in the end, they’re blasphemers and anti-patriots.
Nice.

Also, I’m not buying anything for wingnuts this year. Surely they can get everything their hearts desire with the massive tax cuts Bush has granted them. Right? Well, then, why the fuck are they wingnuts in the first place? That’s just dumb. Way too dumb for presents. If I gave them a Jesusflag t-shirt they’d most likely just soak it in lighter fluid and wear it in front of the fire. I’m not being a party to that.

Just came home from an evening at the theatre that was a pleasant surprise – knockout revue of Frank Loesser songs sung by an extremely talented cast.

Had a great dinner at a dark and classic dive beforehand; hearts of lettuce salad, a great burger and some mac and cheese. Poured a nightcap – spouse is watching the end of the ball game. Dog is curled up on his bed with a cookie.

life is good. Fuck Malkin and O’Reilly and Coulter and the horses they rode in on.

Happy B-day, Mikey! It’s been drizzling here all day, so we can’t grill steaks. As I type, a rib roast is sizzling in the oven, a green salad with taragon vinagrette awaits, sugar peas are ready to nuke, and there are lemon tarts for dessert. And I am hoisting a glass of pinot noir in your honor. (And because I’ve worked my ass off all week and deserve it!)

At least Putin did it without paying through the nose for “help” from Diebold!

Isn’t it amazing how cleaning all of the old St. Patrick’s Day party paraphernalia from his garage can make him a hero with the wingnuts?