lead boner at the meat packing factory

Here at Casa litbrit, my lads and I much prefer a wholesome round of poker to Monopoly Jr.–I mean, which game will profit them more in life, I ask? We don’t quilt; we climb trees together and tear fabric apart in the process. And when we’re finished, we repair to the upstairs bar, bang the drums, plug in the axes, and see if we can get Mr. litbrit’s amp to go to eleven. And the semi-deaf dogs lick their balls approvingly.

I note she doesn’t mention things like cooking meals. Does Mr. Malkin do all the housework, or do they have questionably-documented servants for all that?

When two kings, a fox and a raccoon get into a fight, each tries to impress the other with his stockpile of weapons. Before long, the kings get trapped on top of their teetering towers of laser potatoes, exploding cigars, and atomic tomatoes! Now it’s up to the animals below to save the planet. Can they do it in time? With humor and rhyme, Dav Pilkey’s first book tells a modern-day parable about compromise and peace.

Compromise? Peace? Saving the planet? Tsk, tsk. Does Malkintent know what kind of subversive her kids’ favorite author is?

Maybe our response to 9/11 should have been to massively revamp our whole policy apparatus so that the aggressive retards which have run U.S. foreign policy since, well, the entire Cold War, and particularly the nut squad which thought it was a great idea to hire an army of terrorists, fundamentalists, warlords, drug barons, and gangsters to overthrow the secular government of Afghanistan in order to destabilize the Soviet Union.

Maybe our response to 9/11 should have been to clearly overturn the domestic and international *ssholes who have run or carried out the U.S. idiotic, dangerous, and nutty right wing foreign policies since at least the Reagan administration.

Instead we had George Bush Senior celebrating because the first Iraq War cured the “Vietnam Syndrome” and then Junior proving that he had the balls to totally screw up the Middle East.

g–it’s a weird thing to me, kind of like these evangelicals invading the suburbs. I had some rather interesting evangelical cousins growing up in Georgia, the ones that my Dad wouldn’t even acknowledge knowing from Mom’s side. They were not allowed to have anything to do with anything “secular”. Now I have neighbors like that, ones left too other than the ones I ran off! I call them all “Pottery Barn Ruby Ridge”.
It’s the sense of entitlement of being part of “the rest of us” that is so new to me. They’ll tell you straight out about their “personal relationship with Jesus Christ” within minutes of meeting and never ever think that this would strike anyone else as strange. Across the street, they’re nice as can be, but they still had their anti-gay marriage amendment in their garage from the ’04 elections (I moved back here in Sept. ’05) and would regularly be blaring Rush Limbaugh out of the garage while all the kids were out.

I’m scared to even ask about Malkin….LOL….No, things are definitely different. There is no stigma, there is almost a sense of “rebellious cool” (as in they see themselves as being rebelliously cool) about the way they are confidently making inroads into so many aspects of American life.

February 5, 2008 at 15:52 (kill)

Karaoke tip; singing the All in the Family theme song with a friend or potential friend will result in wild applause every single time. But All in the Family was set in Queens. As was I in the 70s. At 8 I was convinced that Archie and the Dingbat were modeled on my friend Jimmy’s parents who were also harboring a hippie son in law. I wondered why they didn’t sue.

If this happens again, just tell him/her to pop an Oxy and chill. If it works for the FDA (Fat Drug Addict), it’ll work for them too.

I recently had an encounter with Teh Youth that surprised me. The spouse and I attended a family wedding in a suburb of a large midwestern city.

Around midnight, as the reception switched into drinking and dancing mode, spouse and I moved over to the hotel bar, and talked with some of the other wedding guests there.

There was a group of 4-5 young men and women, all college classmates of the bride & groom, all white. We chatted, and it became apparent that they were rather conservative; business majors, working in their first corporate jobs since graduation.

Now, my spouse does this thing that I’ve asked him not to do, but sometimes he just won’t stop. He’s good speaking with strangers, and he’ll talk about who he is, what his background is to try to find common ground with people.

All fine and good, but sometimes he brings me into and starts to describe my background – which has some Fun Facts, since I don’t really appear like a person who would have done those things – and I’ve asked him not to do that, because I’d rather decide myself about when and how much to reveal about my background

Anyway – so he says to these kids, “And she was the president of her union for many years….” (which is only partially true; he also tends to exaggerate) – and I saw, this look of UTTER LOATHING appear on the face of one of these kids.

I have seen many reactions to my spouse’s “outing” me – incomprehension; disbelief; pleased surprise; boredom; political fervor – but I have never, ever seen someone react with such ANTIPATHY to the idea that there in front of them was an actual hell-demon who belonged to a union. It was like he’d said, “And she eats babies for breakfast.”

Ack…ha…hahahahaha! It’s lines like this that make me love my S,N!

If Malkin’s daughter had any pride, she’d quilt her mother a nice, sturdy straight jacket.