Every Time Hillary Breathes, A Kitten Dies
Even the Clintons’ cat Socks can’t die without Jim Hoft, the “Gateway Pundit,” trying to shove his bulbous nose into the poor kitty’s passing and using it as yet another opportunity to remind his readers of the perfidy of that evil bitch Hillary. According to Hoft, the cat was simply a prop used by Hillary to disguise the fact that her favorite pastime was microwaving kittens in the White House kitchen and then sending their charred remains to young Republicans with a note saying “Vote Democrat or you’re next!” Once Hillary left the White House, she unceremoniously dumped Socks on White House secretary Betty Currie who pleaded with Hillary to take the cat back because she was allergic. Instead, Hillary cackled something about “another mess for you to clean up,” kicked Betty in the shins and drove off.
The truth of the matter is, as is the case with most of the things Hoft comes up with, quite different.
Though much was made of the fact that Buddy, the family’s beloved brown Labrador retriever – who died after being hit by a car in 2002 – remained with the Clintons while Socks did not, [presidential historian Barry] Landau says, “The truth be known, Betty asked if Socks could come live with her. The Clintons didn’t abandon Socks. They were totally conflicted. It broke their hearts, but they knew it would be the right thing for Socks’ welfare.”
“Betty had lost a close family member and a dog and they wanted to do something nice for her,” continues Landau. …
During the family’s days in the White House, Socks had become attached to Betty, with whom he spent many hours every day. “Socks was always curled up on a blue striped silk chair, next to Betty,” in her office outside the Oval Office.
I imagine that Hillary could give a million dollars to a fund for starving children and Hoft would claim she was only doing that to distract people from all her lesbian girlfriends.
Naturally, Hoft’s post has gotten the kids on the short bus his commenters all riled up.
Poor puss. It only suited Hillary’s agenda when the White House beckoned. Too bad they can’t nab her for animal cruelty.
Not even when it comes down to a cat Hillary’s word can’t be trusted. Even there she lies and proves to be nothing else but a narcisstic opportunist. What a pitiful creature Hillary Clinton is.
My beef is that the Clintons made such a “show” of Socks, and then abandoned him when he was no longer useful to them.
Socks fared better than most of the Clinton’s friends.
After all, Hillary could have taken Socks to a deserted park and just shot him like she did Vince Foster.
So Hillary Clinton is back to heel then? I thought all the wingnuts loved her when she was up against Obamussein X.
Here I was, just a few hours ago, idly wondering if some wingnut dickhead would come up with some assholery about the Clinton’s cat. A mere idle speculation, mind you, nothing I spent any time pondering. And here we are.
Is there any low these shitheads won’t sink to?
When can we expect Mrs. Clinton to be indicted for her role in the mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of Socks?
Maybe if Gateway Pundit looked less like a horse he’d be a kinder gentler person.
That picture of ol’ GP is the best ever. It really does capture the durrrrrrrrrrrr that is so evident in everything he writes.
Yeah, sure, “travelling to asia as secretary of state”. A likely story. Prosecute!
Do they enjoy hating America in Conservativeland?
I’m totally serious. Conservatives like Hoft seem to orgazzum over hating the very thing that is supposed to make America America.
If they think Hillary exploited a cat, they must hate Bush for all those Barney videos.
Anyone want to put a picture of Limbaugh on his lawn with a word bubble saying, “I fuck Dominican boys. Got Viagra?”
“If they think Hillary exploited a cat, they must hate Bush for all those Barney videos.”
And what about Checkers?
The fact is, it was actually SOCKS who whacked Vince Foster AND Ron Brown.
Hillary Clinton uses a cat as a prop-Vile Manipulator
George Bush uses Nuclear weapons and 9/11 as props-Hero
Is that how it works?
I heard that the Clintons let Socks sleep in the Lincoln bedroom.
Is there any low these shitheads won’t sink to?
Oh Lesley. I think you know the answer to that.
Anyone remember Millie? Babs Bush’s dawg? The one that “wrote” a bestselling(!) book about its life in the White House or some such shit? The one whom George I said knew more about the economy I think it was than those “two bozos” Clinton and Gore?
Socks merely organized those hits, Judas. Cmon, man, everyone knows that.
Well, to be fair, every European conservative has been beating off over our every misfortune for years. They just realized in 2002 that they could get American money to cheer us on when we killed Muslims.
And now they aren’t, so it’s back to the old routine.
You know for years now I thought your first name was Sweet. My apologies.
George Bush risked thousands of American lives for nothing: 4245 of them are dead, 31,054 are wounded. An estimated 18 Iraq war vets commit suicide every day. Over 1.3 million Iraqi citizens are dead because of George Bush.
Hillary gave – out of kindness and compassion – her pet cat to a close friend who loved the cat. The cat also loved the friend.
Clearly, George Bush is the better person.
Occasionally being seen or photographed with cat: “narcisstic”[sic] opportunism.
Barney-cam, Barney’s OFFICIAL FUCKING WHITEHOUSE website: like so totally kewl and non-opportunistic!
And don’t EVEN get me started on how giving a cat to grieving friend who loved it, and whose love was very evidently returned, could EVER be called “animal cruelty”.
God, you and Tbogg are working the same beat.
She’s on the lam, taking advantage of the fact that our extradition treaty with China doesn’t cover felinicide and other cat-crimes. She’s probably already selling America out to the East Asian dog mafia.
Does Socks kind of have a Hitler ‘stash going there? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
This is actually the saddest, most pathetic thing I’ve read in eons. I have seen internets beyond internets, and yet this boggles my mind.
Perhaps Socks killed Vincent Foster. >:3
Indeed, this is central to my point.
‘Socks’ was only his slave name. He changed it to ‘Ragnar, Render of Rodents’.
You got a problem with that, cracker?
I’ve had several cats that have lived to be 17-18 years old, including my beloved tabby Ethel Mertz II, and a couple of cats and two dogs that had cancer. And my precious BoBo looked an awful lot like Socks. All right, that’s it. I want to find this Gateway jagoff and just fucking beat him up. Damn shithead, hatin’ on someone over her cat for crissakes.
So I guess they’re back to hating Hillary now, since she’s no longer Obama’s challenger.
Has Rush weighed in (and I chose that phrase deliberately) on the demise of Socks?
Wow! Who knew Socks has that kind of money?
Gateway Pundit, due to his high daily output, is almost guaranteed to make a factually bogus post at least once a day. It’s amazing. Go back and look through his archives. Wrongness, wrongness everywhere.
Has no one yet seen THE TRUTH about that cat?
Socks
Soros
Coincidence? I don’t think so. The financial attack on the of 9-11-09 on the US was masterminded by Socks/Soros! There’s also a connection to Obama by waya of Valerie Jarrett that I can’t prove yet.
Anyone who thinks that a cat will stay at a new home if you give it away to some other person who doesn’t want it, or that a cat will stay with you if there is someone else whose company it prefers, is probably a ##%%@$! dog-owner anyway.
Hillary will be arrested soon- the police say they’re about to get the killer of Chandra Levy, and we all know Hil did it, to take attention away from Bill’s impeachment.
You know, I lived in a petless home for most of my youth, mostly due to my own allergies, and for the same reason had to avoid cats (and I was scared to death of dogs). But I was fascinated by Socks as a child, and always wanted a cat despite the allergies. Eventually I did get a cat, a male tuxedo like Socks (much different pattern though) and just suffered through the allergies until I developed a tolerance. I don’t know if I would attribute the decision to Socks — my girlfriend at the time had three cats who I’d grown attached to — but he definitely played a small part.
So I say this with absolutely no snark: rest in peace, Socks.
Wait, Socks died while Hillary is in Asia? Did he die in the back of a restaurant, perhaps? HILLARY ATE HER CAT?!?
HILLARY ATE HER CAT?!?
Oh, she bit her dog, eh?
Is there any low these shitheads won’t sink to?
No.
This is another edition etc…
Avenge me!
FTW.
I understand a koosh toy tied to a string tied to a stick will keep Gateway Pundit amused for hours.
Obviously, Socks was a comptroller before meeting his untimely death at the hands of the Clintonobama Death Machine.
Do Republican cats into diaper sex eat Tender Vitters?
You people are so naive. Do you really believe Socks is dead? No, Socks has fled to the Cayman Islands in his private jet after being implicated in a $50 billion Ponzi scheme. Let’s see if anyone outside of our courageous right wing blogosphere dares to cover THAT story.
Don’t worry about me! I’m doing fine.
Real fine, rowrrrr
Secret NASA launch in ’94.
Cat deserves a medal.
It’s the little things we miss the most.
HILLARY ATE HER CAT?!?
On further reflection I don’t find this all that implausible. After all, as a bull dyke Hillary is known to munch pussy.
It’s amazing what you can learn from a Bull Dyke.
Buddy was “hit by a car”. Yeah, and Vince Foster “committed suicide”.
Socks the Cat and Barney the Dog were just twin pawns of the same puppeteer, lurking behind the scenes like some sort of master of puppets.
Wuzza-wuzzup, loony libs? The Cool Coach has a SPREAD’S WORTH of a lesson for you crazy commies…this too will pass. Just say it over and over. This too will pass. This too will pass. Until badoodle-BOO-yeah, you realize what I’m slammin ya with! Socks took a dive off this mortal coil…and the Obummer’s sillytimulus will get the KO from the Kings of McCaniac Mountain- Boss Bobby, Super Sarah, the Power Palin! Take that to the bank and smoke it, loony libs! Urban out.
Damn, I think after posting over there I’ve solved the riddle.
First thing, for the most part, conservative just aren’t cat people. Cats cannot be controlled through ruthless authoritarianism, so cats and conservatives are at best an uneasy mix. So most of them just don’t know cats. They also don’t understand the concept of an animal that isn’t “owned” or just another possession, because they see the world in terms of what’s theirs or should be. Ownership is pretty much a prism through which they view things – anything that isn’t owned should be, which gets us into all the hilarity about public schools, the post office, and health care.
If they understood any of this stuff about cats, the notion of giving away a cat to a person who the cat had elected as its favorite companion wouldn’t seem so outrageous and alien to them. Cats do their thing and quite often elect with their feet to live somewhere else, even when they have a perfectly good home already. They’re just like that. I had a cat that moved in from two doors down the street, and it was a really weird thing to sort through with her former owner who had her for ten years, but after several months of walking down the block several times a day to collect the cat, she gave her to me. It was really sad, she said “she likes you better than me.” I told her, no, I thought it was just that she liked only having one other being living in the house – her owner had gotten married to a guy with a couple of dogs, and the girl was expecting. The cat just wanted a place that was more chilled out.
Or maybe she did like me better, but whatever the case, the cat had decided where it wanted to live, so everyone else just got with the program.
A conservative would never be able to deal with this kind of betrayal. And since they can’t understand it, they have to concoct stories about kitty abuse to explain why a cat just did a cat thing and chose someone else.
Mongo too
Wheels within wheels, man
Hey, Gateway Pundit, do you & Chris Matthews go to Mall*Wart together, buy your hair-color in volume, & then split it in the parking lot, as you go your separate ways? Or is there a secret ceremony or something where you color each other’s hair, etc.?
Just asking, as it would be irresponsible not to speculate.
M. Bouffant, you should check out their matching toenails. They’re the ginchiest!
Naw, scratch all that.
Even if they did understand, they’d still be assholes and make shit up, because that’s just how they roll.
I think I’m going to have to write some Gateway Pundit/Chris Matthews slash to take my mind off of my disturbing Megan McArdle fantasies.
BBBB, I think Megan McArdle is disturbed enough as it is.
After all, Hillary could have taken Socks to a deserted park and just shot him like she did Vince Foster.
Hillary Clinton Blues
I shot a man in DC
Just to watch him die
Now when I hear those pundits blowin’
I roll my eyes and sigh
.
Yes G, Rush has weighed in on the socks matter. I think it was 382 lbs. if memory serves.
You know, I don’t want to hear the term “Bush Derangement Syndrome” form these mofos ever again!
We’ll be hearing these bizarre anti-Clinton diatribes for decades to come.
Jennifer, you’re certainly right. Dogs, being pack animals, are practically the textbook example of the authoritarian mind. (If we can call it a mind.)
Cats, on the other paw, are cats. Individuals. Capable of functioning on their own & thinking for themselves.
On the troll subject, I noted one at TBogg recently. It being a pain to register there, he must have been very dedicated, but I suspect between a less-conservative, less white than usual President & many of these fucks being suddenly unemployed as their free-market fantasy economic system collapses around them, & they find themselves out of work, about to fail their spouses & spawn, & w/ plenty of spare time to vent.
I don’t get mikey’s willingness to give up so easily though. As often as not, there are two themes going on most of these threads. ‘Snot that hard to ignore the trolls & their responders.
And I will second, third, & fourth R. Bubba’s self-pwnage statement. I still don’t get how anyone thinks they have ever “won” anything in a cyberspace contest of words & insults. It’s schoolyard crap, w/o the possibility & potential of physical violence, which is what finally determines all struggles, intellectual or otherwise.
And responding to a parody troll is double-plus lame. I don’t notice anyone getting all hissy when El Cid types his well done parodies. Yes, s/he’s a known regular & all, but why not extend the same courtesy to the others. They’ll eventually go away, or say something intelligent if they want attention or response.
The thing is, Bush certainly killed many cats. They were Iraqi muslim cats offed by shock and awe so of course, no one cared.
Is there any low these shitheads won’t
sinkrise to?F’zd.
My favorite Murphy Brown episode was the one where she accidentally kidnapped Socks after being at the White House for the annual Easter Egg Roll. I’m a cat lover, and I was always fond of the cat I always thought of as Socks Clinton. RIP Socks.
Gateway Pundit needs to be kicked by a Percheron for daring to look like the noble horse’s ugly cousin and for being such an unimaginable asshole.
Why are pets getting cancer of the mouth, fer godz sakes. Something is deeply deeply wrong in the pet food mfg dept., all reports of toxic imported pet food sources aside. I wouldn’t feed commercial canned/dry anything to any animal. It would be organic all the way; home-prepared if possible.
Come on, everyone knows that Hillary killed Vince Foster with her bare hands.
The fact is, Hitlery is everything that is wrong with this country besides Obsama. We here in the Heartland will take it back, thanks to the inspiration of Rick Santelli, who is a modern day Tom Paine, and we will dump the liberals and those scummy neighbors of ours who took out huge morgages and now can’t pay them and want a free ride from us the hardworking in Lake Michigan. I can’t believe they think banks had anything to do with this, they defrauded the banks, that’s what liberals do, classwar and blame the victor.
For what it’s worth, MSNBC reports that at least some of the time, Betty Currie actually cooked for him. He had an affinity for chicken.
1822 psi and rising sir!
Also, my mother had a cat that died when I was two, at the ripe old age of 22. If I am remembering my parents’ stories correctly he died of a similar cause.
This was 1986, long before we were importing pet food from China. And this cat was a partially-outdoor cat, so he didn’t have a diet totally consisting of Purina Cat Chow or whatever.
Kitties don’t normally live that long, it’s great that we can give them that but like people who reach 100 years old, the cause of death is always *something*.
Lesley, I think one reason is that our animal room-mates are living longer, opening the way for more exciting & varied ways to die. Although there’s no doubt most commercial food, intended for human or animal, is mass-produced shit.
Sadly, I doubt the “organicness” of anything one doesn’t grow/raise oneself, & even then you’d have no idea of what’s in the land you’d be using.
I usually feed my room-mates Iam’s, which I figure is better than the rest (certainly the canned crap) by the relative odorlessness & solidity of the cat waste. (Scientific, huh?)
20 is pretty old for a cat. My last two cats both died in their late teens, and they were fed nothing but “premium” cat food (although, admittedly, hard to know for sure what they put in there). I would imagine the immune system breaks down at a certain point, leaving the way open for cancers of various kinds.
Simba, they are living longer. My former next door neighbor has a cat that’s 23(!), & while she’s thin to the point of being scrawny (& looks like she has a huge head) she still gets around pretty well, can jump up on the bed, etc. Neighbor also has a cat she inherited when the woman across the hall from her died, & that one’s about 20. Both of them indoor cats.
I also know a guy I see once a yr. at an X-mess party who claims to have a cat in its early 20s.
My personal best is 18 for feline friends.
Holy crap, we’re sharing cat stories! That guy was right! Oh, wait. It’s “on topic,” sort of.
Actually, the cat was a she, and she hated my father, and generally anyone who was not my mother. It may have had something to do with the time he (accidentally!) launched her across their apartment with his foot, but he took the snub rather personally and even now is convinced every successive cat hates him, including the two four year old littermates they have now.
Bush certainly killed many cats. They were Iraqi muslim cats offed by shock and awe
Not to mention the ones he tortured to death when he was a wee little Bushie boy.
Let’s go fuckin’ beat HIM up too.
Jennifer: The free-roaming cat who takes up with another household is the story I cling to ever since my Socks-esque Mr. BoBo went out one morning and never came back. My friends keep telling me that someday he’ll show back up smelling of little old lady apartment, but it’s been nearly five years, so I prefer to think the wretched little ingrate decided to move in with someone else. I still drive around the old neighborhood sometimes looking for him. Little fucker.
This is an excellent example of why wingnuts are so vile. They’re not just stupid and evil – unfortunately for the world, there are a lot of stupid evil people who are not wingnuts – they’re petty. A small, sad personal incident is run through their bullshit mill to prove that Hillary is teh suck or Barack HUSSEIN Obama is a marxosexual or whatever dumbass, nasty nonsense crosses what passes for brains in their skulls.
Dogz r00l!11!1!!
I would imagine the immune system breaks down at a certain point, leaving the way open for cancers of various kinds.
One of my best friends is assoc. dean here at our university vet school. Largely because of his awesomeness at among other things fundraising for the college, a new wing is underway at the vet campus that will be solely for small-animal cancers. Yes, he said, there is that much cancer these days in the animal world as well as human world.
Met the ghost of Vincent Foster at the Hotel Paradise, this is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
……
All kittehs die. Not every kitteh truly lives.
RIP Socks
Betty Currie actually cooked for him. He had an affinity for chicken.
I love Currie chicken.
Also it’s a little-known fact that Socks, like Sigmund Freud, was a compulsive pipe smoker. QED.
Why has Hitlery never produced a birth certificate for socks? I heard some african reporters have the scoop…developing!!!!1! Ahh-whoo!
My dad’s the kind of person who can deal with death relatively lightly – you kind of have to be if you work trauma. But his cat died while he was trapped at work, and he had to bury him in the planter. He had to get a cloth to cover Buttons’s face so he wouldn’t get dirt in his eyes.
He was a clever animal, with a dog-whistle-high voice and a penchant for using the toilet and sitting in sinks, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was that my dad helped deliver him, got him to stop nursing during his mother’s second litter, and woke up with him in the mornings even after the dogs started crowding the bed.
I’ve had to leave mine behind; he’s got lead poisoning and he needs more attention than I can give him, but it’s been hard for him to go without me, and I expect the news to come just as quick and terrible as it came for Buttons, a phone call out of the clear blue and my mother incomprehensible from weeping.
So I guess what I’m getting at here is that however much I might disagree with him, my heart goes out to whoever owns Robert Novak.
Amended:
I understand a
koosh toystinking dead rodent tied to a string tied to a stick will keep Gateway Pundit amused forhoursthe rest of his life.Dogz r00l!11!1!!
You left out the “d” in “dr00l.”
(Just kidding, dogz are fine, but as an urbanite & lazy person, I prefer felines.)
alec, I’m really pissed at you. I just scoured the innertubes for Novak’s obituary and now I’m so disappointed.
Come on, everyone knows that Hillary killed Vince Foster with her
bare handsvagina dentata.Fixed, much like I suspect Socks was.
WOLVERINESCATS!!!Poor Socks, to be dragged through the sewer of repunditcan Hillary-dominatrix fantasies. What part of ‘rest in peace” do they not understand?
Four out of five vaginas dentata recommend Trident.
Four out of five vaginas dentata recommend Trident.
Wow, this would give a whole new dimension to Kegels.
alec, I’m really pissed at you. I just scoured the innertubes for Novak’s obituary and now I’m so disappointed.
ditto
Shouldn’t that be “Hitlery” in the title?
The Bush family cat, India, died last month, barely seeing in the new year. As the link proves, only Fox News cared. Bush’s male dog got more attention than the female one too. Sexism, I call it.
Seriously, though, cats are awesome, and at least Socks had a long life. And it should go without saying (but apparently Mr. Hoft didn’t get this) that using a death, even of a humble cat, to make some drivelling political point is very bad form indeed. Unless they killed the cat, of course. Or if their actions led to the cat’s death. But this isn’t the case, someone just wants to wave a dead cat around to make a statement.
…to make a statement
or perhaps to remove warts.
someone just wants to wave a dead cat around to make a statement.
Are you making fun of my religion?
Are you making fun of my religion?
No, just your choice of rituals.
Sock was one of my favorite politicians.
R.I.P. kitty.
Are you making fun of my religion?
No, just your choice of rituals.
Anyone else think that Holt looks like James Woods starring in a biopic of Ed Begley Jr.?
Just me? OK, I’ll go away.
Fun fact: The name ‘India’, I believe after a Rangers ballplayer nicknamed el Indio (as this was back when Bush’s highest aspiration was to be Fuhrer of Baseball), resulted in a brief popular furore in India after Bush’s ‘election’. Because the totally awesome custom of dog-naming as insult prevails there, the perceived slight was righted by thousands of dogs named some variant of ‘George W. Bush’.
And speaking of eponyms, one can hardly forget the Internet’s greatest invention so rightly named in Socks’s honor, the poop-sock. Without it, the shit moat as we know it may never have existed.
Fuhrer of Baseball
For some reason this makes me laugh.
Jennifer: “Conservatives make their own reality, while others can only watch and marvel.” Truer words were never spoken.
someone just wants to wave a dead cat around to make a statement.
Oh noes, VALIS flashbacks!
I thought Socks was a most excellent Cat Ambassador.
I was sorry to hear he was gone. But 19-20 is certainly a ripe old age for a cat.
And I figured they would use him to beat the Clintons’ with, because they’ve done it before.
But when you see the pictures of Socks on Bill Clinton’s shoulder, wearing his harness and just hangin’ out, it’s an inescapable conclusion that he was a heckuva cat, and got a lot of love and support from both his families.
It’s not anybody’s fault, but I have an aversion to attributing a cat’s affection and interest in people to them being “doglike,”
No, they are being catlike. But a lot of people, who don’t understand cats, don’t know that.
I believe after a Rangers ballplayer nicknamed el Indio
That would be Rubén Sierra. He also goes by the nickname El Caballo.
HAIRBALL PROBLEM UNSOLVED.
Oh noes, VALIS flashbacks!
And another Aramcheck plotter exposed!
The Bush family cat, India, died last month, barely seeing in the new year.
I suspect Dick Cheney.
Crusader the airbreathing catfish just died pleadingly. When an interested passer by opened Crusader up he found a tie jammed in Crusader’s tail. I miss Crusader so much…
And speaking of eponyms, one can hardly forget the Internet’s greatest invention so rightly named in Socks’s honor, the poop-sock
Alec, was catassing also named in Sock’s honor?
Now, that’d be synergy!
You all should listen to this in memory of Socks:
Dead cat on the line
The contrast between the bright-eyed, alert, feline Democrat (Democratic feline?) & the slack-jawed four-eyed cretin next to him sums it all up, doesn’t it?
Wow. It seems like only yesterday that the fucktards were claiming that Clinton was SHAMING THE NATION by keeping a cat. Because only wimpy girly men keep cats, don’tchaknow.
Not to mention the [cats] he tortured to death when he was a wee little Bushie boy.
Source or GTFO. I mean, I don’t think highly of the man but I’ve never heard of him being particularly cruel to animals before.
Brandi, there are stories of his shoving firecrackers up frogs, at least. (And lighting the firecrackers, once in said frog,) Considering everything we know about him, it would be irresponsible not to, you know.
Here’s the frog thingie.
I think the cat-torturer was Frist.
Brandi – don’t know about cats, but Bush is known to have had lots o’ fun as a youth blowing up frogs with firecrackers.
Fine human beings. Couldn’t find anything about Bush abusing mammals, so either he didn’t or his friends knew that might be going too far. Gigging frogs is A-OK & manly, but those “soccer moms” might get squeamish about mammal abuse.
And I came across Romney’s dog on the car roof story, & Huckabee’s fat pig son who apparently murdered a dog, while searching “animal abuse + George Bush.”
Funny, it’s just the gawd-fearing Republicans who seem to engage in this sort of thing. Funny, as in expected & no surprise.
Ah, yes, g remembers that Frist would obtain kittens from shelters, allegedly for adoption, & then “practice” medicine or something on them, I think while in med school. He may have killed them & dissected them, no word if he performed this crap on living &/or unconscious cats.
Just to throw more mud in Hoft’s eye, how can he claim to be looking out for animals when he supports Sarah-shoots-wolves-from-helicopters-Palin and Dick-hunts-canned-animals-from-cars-Cheney.
SOCKS DID 9/11 – & now at last, the Clintons’ coverup is complete.
WAKE UP SHEEPLE!
These people obviously have no idea just how blazingly imbecilic they look to those of average-&-beyond mental capacity … & it’d be a crime against teh lulz for anyone to ever let them know.
We need to start a rumor that liberals passionately despise anybody who uses their own shit as hair-gel.
Socks the cat is not important. It doesn’t really matter if Hillary was nice to Socks, or mean to Socks. What matters is what Hillary actually does in her job, as Secretary of State. Why should I have to say this?
According to the news, Hillary was just in China, where she agreed not to mention human rights and focus on climate change.
This is interesting because the U.S. and China have long been the world’s two worst climate change criminals. This can’t change, either, unless we stop driving, stop shipping goods by truck, and stop using electricity.
The dirt on Frist is pretty outrageous. I’m not whole-heartedly opposed to medical research that kills animals, but given the fact that he didn’t publish any of this as new scientific knowledge AND he lied to animal shelters, Bill Frist is a class-A fuckhead.
Ex Bush officials can’t find work.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB123518630430139343.html
So I guess you’re of the “salt the earth” school of climate change remediation, then.
This can’t change, either, unless we stop driving, stop shipping goods by truck, and stop using electricity.
I know! Let’s all hold our breath til we turn blue!!
Some believe the abandoned pet could now come between Hillary Clinton and her ambition to return to the White House as America’s first woman president.
Some believe Jim Hoft blows donkeys.
I’ll take Assly for $400, Alex.
driving, shipping by truck, using electricity
What is Never gonna give you up?
blart
This can’t change, either, unless we stop driving, stop shipping goods by truck, and stop using electricity.
Okay.
You start.
Shut off your computer. Now.
Some believe Jim Hoft blows donkeys.
*I* certainly don’t believe that. *Many* people don’t believe that.
We KNOW it’s goats that get his gruff up, so to speak.
plook you wordpress
And don’t get no jism on the sofa…sofa.
Jennifer, I recall reading something very similar, about how right-wingers have a more fear-based, authoritarian world-view, and hence preferred dogs because dogs’ social structure is the pack hierarchy. Whereas the cat social structure is, well, still unknown, according to a vet friend of mine. Cats do socialise, but not in any rigidly structured way. And the little sweeties are blessedly independent – dogs come when you call, cats take a message and get back to you later (yes, I know, cheap gag).
I had a cat called Mercury who lived to 19. Crazy beast, half Siamese, given to lots of catfits, so it’s surprising that she survived that long. Qetesh, OTOH, only made it to 13, but Luschka looks as though she’s in for the long haul – I think she’s saving her strength.
Back to the political side, I think that learning to interact with cats teaches something important about interacting with others: we can’t always impose our will on other people, whether they’re furry or not. Cats will just leave if they want, and other humans will behave in ways they choose to.
Might be a valuable lesson to some right wingers – you can’t just smack people and expect that they’ll do what you tell them. It’s far more useful to work out how to make them want to do something (or at least work out what they want and let them do that). Force is the first recourse of dumb people who are solipsists – they don’t really believe that others have the right or the ability to take independent action.
Must go. Luschka is calling.
I was never a cat fan after our stray live-in “Big Cat” (named because our 7 year old minds(Im a twinny) couldn’t come up with anything better ) got mauled by a raccoon. Our parents were out of town and the baby sitter had no way to deal with an angry “big cat” who went into the linen closet and perished.
I’m 42 now, and still have nightmares about big cat.
I think Big Cat killed Vince Foster and Socks is innocent.
On the behalf of the people of the once-mighty and highly-decentralized Mali Empire, I’d just like to extend a hearty fuck-you to localists.
And from here on out I’m going to be using a discourtesy name whenever I feel compelled to argue with someone who I expect to be a blockhead about it. I suggest the same policy be adopted across the board; that way it’s easier to use killfiles to weed out as much troll-banter as possible without actually killfiling the participants.
In fact, because it’d be easier to implement via wildcard, I’d suggest we all use otherwise identical names distinguished by ordinals. As is my prerogative as Crown Prince of Portugal, I call “St. Jesus I”.
Well, to some extent they have an identifiable social structure, but the serial fertilization combined with a lack of coupling instinct basically means that cats have as much in common in evo-psych terms with fish as they do with other mammals. It’s particularly weird we ever domesticated them, given how dependent they are on meat – Diamond specifically limits his discussion of domestication to bigger animals in order to get away from the cat question. (And that’s only one question – another might be why so many distinct kinds of coat emerge more or less at random genetically.)
And a better way to look at cats versus dogs in human terms is partially that, where dogs see you as a bigger, more capable dog, cats see themselves as tiny people. Of course, dogs see everyone as dogs – so having them around cats when young both tends to lead to their learning (a) cat behaviors and (b) that there’s such a thing as playing too rough, which is invaluable for dealing with children. (Children have a harder time causing the dog immediate pain when screwed with.)
You know, the funny thing is that I’ve noticed the same phenomenon at work. Most of the cats I’ve known to live to an old age are either neurotic wrecks or strapping young thugs. A cat we adopted about the time my little brother was born – and who is, as such, only about three years younger than me – is still going strong, even though his picking a fight with a dog resulted in getting his tail degloved and needing removed after the second joint and his black coat has become so speckled with white to make him look genuinely gray from a distance. (Oddly enough, half of our retrievers’ puppies have a single pair of white patches from the time they’re born – one on the chest and one on the head; the chest patch grows with them but the head one stays so tiny it looks like someone dabbed nail polish between their eyes as adults, but it takes up half of their faces when they’re born.)
Some believe the abandoned pet could now come between Hillary Clinton and her ambition to return to the White House as America’s first woman president.
Ri-i-i-i-ight. Obviously, Mitt Romney, who strapped his dog to the roof of his car for eight hours will triumph over Hillary in the public relations war over who’s kindest to animals.
I actually knew someone who had a cat that went crazy. The cat lived in a house with two dogs and a couple, then one dog died, the couple broke up and the other dog and its owner moved out, taking the cat with them, and for about a year everything was fine, apparently. Then the dog and its owner and the cat moved into a group house with a bunch of other people and cats and dogs, and the Cat in this story somehow couldn’t assimilate.
It was like you read about immigrants who can’t assimilate into their new communities. Although, I think it had a lot to do with the other resident cats. This cat was bullied away from the litter box and food dishes, and ended up living in the walls of the house and the back yard, and became feral. Eventually, my friends ended up taking the cat to the pound, because it started biting and attacking people.
I never thought it was that weird — cats are only partly domesticated, at least in the sense that we domesticated dogs and cows. They may bond with individual humans, but their main bonding is with a territory. That’s why cats tend to run away when their owners move. And the rationale and mechanism for humans domesticating cats was simple: they were domesticated by agricultural societies like Egypt which rely on storing quantities of grain. Grain attracts mice and similar pests, and cats like to eat those pests. Humans liked having cats around because they protected their grain stores, and cats liked being around humans because they provided a steady source of food. Beyond that, humans will tend to adopt any animal they can as pets.
And the meat the traditionally domesticated cat eats (mice, insects, etc.) isn’t commonly eaten by humans in agricultural societies. Furthermore, those sedentary agricultural societies are the most likely to eventually have spare meat for their pets.
In any case, the herding and hunting societies that domesticated dogs certainly fed them meat, so it’s not really an issue. But sedentary life is a prerequisite of domesticating cats.
Does this mean that “number of domesticated cats” is an indicator of “degree of sedentariness”? I’m just asking for a friend.
I’ve heard felines (except lions) have no social structure at all, their only true relationship is w/ their mothers, who feed them & teach them to hunt (why females are considered better hunters; they have to train the kittens).
So if your cat likes you & so on, s/he/it thinks you’re her mother. If not, to hell w/ ya.
@ kenneth starr
Chains were made for yanking,
wingnuts made for cranking,
if gin were made from bullshit
we’d use it to wash the Cheetos stains…
Okay, that made no sense, but I love that song and really wanted to finish the quote.
Beat you to it, kitty.
Repeat after me class: “Stop waving that damn Regent’s University diploma in my face, it’s just a piece of paper!”
Bwahahaahaa!
No shit, Arky. Let’s see…..I am recruiting for a Senior Budget Analyst…..let’s look at your resume…
Oh. Prior work history, reading backwards in time…Worked in the Bush White House for 14 months…Adminstrative Assistant, XYZ Company (Note: XYZ is same surname as applicant), counter-worker, Carl’s Jr., Intern, Regent University…..
How many names are on the list?
Gutierrez in that article joined up in 2005. You’d figger that by that time someone with an eye on his resume would know to steer clear.
Except for the nomadic Zerg tribe, who endlessly roam the grasslands of east Africa with their vast herds of orange tabbies stretching as far as the eye can see.
All fear the Zerg rush.
Here’s what’s weird about cats: it’s that they will form relationships with some other cats, but not all or even most. And you can’t tell by looking which ones they’ll take a shine to and which ones they’ll fight with. There was a cat around here who I named “Tubby” due to his exteme girth, and the only way I can sum Tubby up is to say he was the kitty “Norm” of the neighborhood – all the other cats got along with him. He used to come up here and just walk into the house, and my cat was fine with it.
Other strange cat behavoir I’ve seen: most of you kitty owners who have cats you allow outside will be familiar with the distinctive yowl that your kitty makes when she’s caught a critter and brings it up to the house – that’s your cue to go outside and praise her to the high heavens. But not all cats do that – my kitty I have now regularly brings rats and mice and birds up, and just leaves them at one of the doors she knows I use. No announcement, just the offering. But there was this cat that lived across the street with another cat – one of her littermates – and she came hunting over here one day and caught a bird. As she heads towards the street, she starts making that yowl. And her housemate comes running out into the front yard of their house, sits down, and watches her approach with the bird. She drops it in front of the other cat, and they both just sit there and look at it. So I figured the “hunting yowl” is some kind of cat community announcement of success with the hunt, and when your kitty brings you something while making this announcement, it’s because you are considered family.
Or something. Who knows what the hell is going on those furry little bugger’s minds. My cat comes and gets me several times a day, leads me to whatever she wants done, and sits and looks at me. She likes sleeping on a new quilt I got, but only when it’s stretched out flat…so she comes and gets me the other day, we walk into the bedroom, and she sits by the bed and looks at me. I make up the bed, and she immediately jumps up on it and settles into her sleeping spot in the sun. She does the same thing with the litter box – if she wants it scooped, she comes and gets me, leads me to it, and then just sits beside it and stares at me. For all that dogs are “man’s best friend” and the animal companion we’ve had around for the longest time, dogs are all about “what do you want me to do for you?” Cats, who have a much shorter history with us, have in that time become remarkably good at “here’s what you’re going to do for me.”
i just keep thinking of that photo sequence of bush dropping poor barney right on his head in front of all of those softball players.
and oh man, i really liked socks as a youngen. r.i.p., first kitty.
You know what? Much as I laugh at the right wing nuts who are now reading conspiratorial motives into the death of Socks, I am really not that fucking into cats. I mean – fine. cats. OK. nice enough. But – do we really have to get into talking about cats?
Dogs, on the other hand….
Jennifer: I’ve never heard the yowl you describe; my suspicion is that cats have something if not equivalent to a language or dialect analogous to one, with certain signifiers being mainly instinct and others mainly learning. My mother says that the cats look first inquisitive and then visibly distressed at sounds similar enough to a distinct trill they associated with Buttons among one another – chances are good that a small ‘vocabulary’ of largely names, features, and other sight-words exists, and because cat people tend to have contigious bands of cats these vocabularies can, to some extent, last a human’s entire lifetime under the right circumstances.
The other distinct possibility is that hunting is a complex set of behaviors present in instinct but strongly reinforced by learning – I’ve known people who are confused by the idea of gift-giving in spite of having their cats kill prey, and people who have (a) observed toying (b) not observed toying and (c) only observed toying with some cats, not others – this is probably partially true, with the yowling behavior you describe being a direct result of the amount, nature, and frequency of wild game available. My completely uneducated guess is that it’s a product of their either catching decent prey in sight of other prey animals or landing a bird so big that ants would otherwise be inevitable. Rats, compared to most domestic birds, are tiny.
Buttons and Muffin are our oldest and they’re the only ones that came with us from Dominica, and because they were born to a semi-feral cat (very friendly, but impossible to litter-train) they picked up a lot of stuff uncommon among American cats, with the complete absence of toying being a critical one – they don’t just immediately kill prey, but they’ve gone out of their way to kill prey other cats are toying with. They also tended to offer whole rodents and bugs instead of heads.
I think a major thing that makes humans so interested in cats as a species is their mixture of individual behavior and group welfare. Humans are definitely a herd animal, but domestication biases our experiences with herds in favor of the leader of the pack – and that perspective has grown to be an unpleasant one after centuries of divine tyranny and totalitarianism. And odd though it might be that we’d have so much in common with them, dolphins and manatees are more closely related to (respectively) wolves and elephants than each other. Evolution’s weird that way.
I’ve got a dog that thinks she’s a cat. Grasps things with her forearms (the other dogs try to, but use their paws instead and usually fail at it); lately she’s taken to playing soccer with her fore-elbows and snout. She also tries to inflate her face like a balloon when offended and when particularly affronted wanders off to hide behind one of the toilets, sighing loudly. That’s retrievers for you.
Why we love cats and dogs: PBS.
Works in Explorer, not Firefox.
[Tintin adds: Works fine in Firefox. Sounds like you don’t have your Flash plug-in set up for Firefox on your computer.]
Works in Chrome too.
Tarra, an elephant, and Bella, a lab cross are best friends.
Bella feels its her duty to guard and protect Tarra from danger.
When Bella suffered a spinal injury, Tarra waited outside the sanctuary office until she was better.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAN5nf04L2s
Cats at the sanctuary have bonded with elephants, too.
Only a matter of time before we find out that Socks was actually the Chicago Comptroller’s cat, and was dispatched by Obama’s mafia connected henchmen. You heard it here first.
my disturbing Megan McArdle fantasies…
do tell…..
Jennifer, my cats are indoor cats (for safety and preservation of native bird reasons), but Qetesh still did the prey-presenting yowl. She had a ritual, which I referred to as The Rat Parade: every night at bed time, she’d grab her favourite toy rat and parade from room to room, yowling. All around the house, then back up to me and onto the bed, where she’d drop the rat and settle in for sleep.
Every night. It’s like she was checking that all the doors and windows were secure, before she could relax enough to sleep. It was amazing.
Mind you, she also did it one night with a huntsman spider (common brown, or heteropoda). Scared the bejeesus out of me, assuming that I had any bejeesus to scare. There she is, on the bed, yowling, while her mouth’s full of waving legs.
I think I levitated on that occasion. Must have been the bejeesus.
Lesley, I saw that dog/elephant thing. Amazing. And didn’t somebody here say yesterday that elephants have very sophisticated grieving processes?
Makes you wonder how many sentient or semi-sentient species are on this planet (aside from humans, who are still a question in my mind).
dogs are all about “what do you want me to do for you?” Cats, who have a much shorter history with us, have in that time become remarkably good at “here’s what you’re going to do for me.”
The one advantage of the dog approach is that they generally don’t need nine lives. That wonderful feline independence comes at a price. There are times when I’m quite grateful for the fact that dogs listen to me.
One of my cats (I actually can’t remember which one) would always make a distinct, only for this occasion yowl before ejecting a furball or vomiting. Sometimes I could even grab a newspaper & get it on the floor beneath the targeted area pre-heave.
didn’t somebody here say yesterday that elephants have very sophisticated grieving processes?
Second to man, elephants are thought to be the most intelligent land mammal on earth. Cynthia Moss and Iain Douglas-Hamilton who have studied wild elephants for nearly 40 years in Kenya and Tanzania have documented cases of elephant families caring for wounded and disabled elephants. Families comprised of adult females and youngsters find ways to accommodate members who have difficulty keeping up. In one family Iain tracks, an older female who has had a broken leg for years is cared for by her family. They wait for her, keep their pace slow to match hers. When elephants go down or are dying, family members stay with them. Elephants approach their dead solemnly, gently touching and exploring the bones. They recognize the bones of family and bond group members long after they’ve passed. They will cover their dead with dirt or branches.
An elephant whose rescue I was involved in locally lived at the Sanctuary for a year before she passed away. (She was palliative when she arrived.) Two of the sanctuary elephants kept vigil and comforted her. One of these girls, Sissy, had a tire she carried everywhere with her like a pacifier. When Tina was buried, Sissy left her tire on Tina’s grave for two days. She’d never parted with that tire, ever, but she sacrificed it.
A South African research team recently documented a bull removing one of the tusks of a dead friend. The bull wouldn’t allow anyone or anything to go near his friend and chased vultures and other predators away for several days after his friend passed.
Mother elephants who lose newborns or calves will stand over their babies, sometimes for days, risking their own health and well being.
The reunion of Jenny and Shirley – two elephants at the Tennessee – is heart wrenching. They’d only known each other a couple of months in a circus when they were separated. Jenny was a frightened baby at the time. She’d been wrenched away from her wild family to become a circus entertainer. Shirley, a long time member of circuses, mothered her. They met again at the Sanctuary 23 years later and Jenny instantly recognized Shirley. They were inseparable after that. Both of them were crippled with broken legs by circuses but this never slowed either down.
Here’s video of another sanctuary member, Misty, being released from quarantine and being taken to her new habitat. There she meets a Delhi, a friend hadn’t seen for a long time. You can see what happens when they finally meet. (They’d been in a circus together.)
Mind you, she also did it one night with a huntsman spider (common brown, or heteropoda).
The Frau Doktorin has informed me, on a number of occasions, that the gene for dealing with large hairy spiders is located upon the Y chromosome.
Makes you wonder how many sentient or semi-sentient species are on this planet
I knew someone who studied spiders for a living, and he was convinced that the number should include Portia fimbriata.
They’re jumping spiders. They jump. What more do you need to know?
Cats at the sanctuary have bonded with elephants, too.
Hands up anyone who remembers Aesop’s fable where the elephant carries the cat across the river.
Different take on Why Cats Live with People:
Cat’s Ancestry
It’s also been scientifically accepted, over the last decade or so, that dogs weren’t “domesticated” so much as certain wolves self-selected to live as scavengers of us wasteful, garbage-prolific pack-apes.
Basically, to our “pets”, we are happy mooing herd animals who have provided a wonderful habitat that has enabled these forethoughtful small predators to survive, nay flourish, whilst their erstwhile competitors have been reduced to tiny fragmented isolates clinging to borderline territories.
Not that the cats & dogs don’t appreciate our efforts, of course. It’s so cute when we get all “Mighty rulers of creation!!” on a stimulant-enhanced Saturday night…
Not that I’m much of a partisan, but it would seem the two political parties have gotten their mascots reversed.
When elephant Barbara died, Reggie, a rescued cat who was Barbara’s friend, passed away.
Carol wrote: “Without warning or previous illness, Reggie, our shy feral cat from a Nashville parking lot, died a peaceful death within hours of Barbara. They were buried together.”
Speaking of cats, the relationship between Eli (a cat) and Charlie (a coyote) is something to behold. Eli has the upper hand and Charlie is completely devoted.
From the NY Times article that Anne Laurie linked:
The date of the burial far precedes Egyptian civilization. Together with the new genetic evidence, it places the domestication of the cat in a different context, the beginnings of agriculture in the Near East, and probably in the villages of the Fertile Crescent, the belt of land that stretches up through the countries of the eastern Mediterranean and down through what is now Iraq.
I’ve always thought cats had a connection to Al Qaeda. Not to mention, of course, the weapons of mass distraction.
This might be especially true of dogs with fairly articulate arrangements of throats and faces, but I’ve noticed that there’s a particular semi-howl that they seem to use for no other reason than to ‘speak’ to us. We tend to be pretty big on our own dignity, but if my suspicions are right to dogs we basically sound like ‘Auwuuuh huh huuoo hubuh’ all day long.
lesley: The one thing I found fascinating (having brought it up myself) is the relative size of the hippocampus, which has a huge role in social and emotional response in humans. Bottlenose dolphins, which have consistently demonstrated grammatical abilities either not present or never tested in elephants, have no such grieving process. (Humans actually have a fairly large hippocampus as mammals go – elephants mass about 5% of brain mass, humans 1-2%, and bottlenose dolphins .05%.)
While it seems like a certain level of sociality is common to all mammals, it raises the alarming possibility (corroborated unfortunately well by evidence) that for some animals, intelligence simply makes a wider range of things seem rapeable. Whether humans fall into this category or not is left as an exercise to the viewer.
I know the ‘ArooOO’ of which you speak — I’ve also heard dogs of a number of different breeds & conditions use it at cats, a Great Dane try it on a pony, and a Malamute farm-dog new to the Big City use it to the first show-clip toy poodle he’d ever encountered. So I think of it as the dogs’ Speaking-to-Not-Dogs language, the way they use their vocal cords to indicate friendly intentions to animals that are not lucky enough to speak Dog.
we basically sound like ‘Auwuuuh huh huuoo hubuh’ all day long.
I did not know you spoke Danish.
My cat Louie used to disappear for a day and come home smelling like someone’s very nice perfume. This was in San Francisco, where he still managed to find and bring home a record of three mice in one evening.
…and then there was Bill The Dog who used to actually go to the front door and say, quite clearly “oout”. Once he rang the doorbell to get back in.
My cat Louie used to disappear for a day and come home smelling like someone’s very nice perfume.
Did you check his collar for lipstick?
Humans actually have a fairly large hippocampus as mammals go – elephants mass about 5% of brain mass
I call shenanigans. ‘Hippocampus’ = seahorse. Something that is 5% of an elephant’s brain DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A SEAHORSE. Another name is called for. Perhaps ‘turbot’, or the Greek equivalent.
A friend of mine whose grandmother is Austrian said she refers to Danish as sounding like German spoken by someone w/ a throat infection. Doktor Smut, are you of this philosophy as well?
P. S. (Especially for staff & hosts.): Cornfed is losing it big time.
Danish as sounding like German spoken by someone w/ a throat infection.
Not many people know that there are only 2 jokes in all of Scandinavia, and one of them is about Danish not really being a language.
#2 relates to the legendary taciturnity of Finns so it is not relevant here.
While it seems like a certain level of sociality is common to all mammals, it raises the alarming possibility (corroborated unfortunately well by evidence) that for some animals, intelligence simply makes a wider range of things seem rapeable.
I’ve read about the sexual aggressiveness of male dolphins. This doesn’t, as far as I know, occur in elephant society, perhaps because it’s matriarchal and the females form tight knit and very formidable groups. No lone male is going to want to go up against a group of females – and wouldn’t anyway as males are raised by the gals and defer to them. Everything they know about survival is learned from females. Male elephants only live with the female herds (sisters, aunts, grandmothers, nieces, other young males and the matriarch) until they are ready to live independently. This can range from 9 – 19 years depending on their needs. Cynthia Moss says some males are “real mommas boys” who take a long time to leave home. How long they are able to stay is dependent on the mother’s tolerance. Adolescent males who “misbehave” or break the rules risk being kicked out, but most of the time leaving is a mutually agreed thing. Young males going independent are usually mentored by older independent bulls who show them the ropes.
Females bond for life and travel in herds. They are inseparable. Mature females choose who they want to mate with and invariably prefer the oldest, largest, tested males. Younger males may chase them, but they don’t get to score. A male elephant might have to wait until he’s in his 30s before he gets to mate, which is astonishing when you think of it.
wow, is he ever, M Bouffant. He seems to be working himself up for going postal. What’s up with the knives?
On Twitter, Confed describes himself as a “military blogger.” Since when has this chickenhawk had anything to do with the military?
http://twitter.com/confederateyank/
First they bully and cajole lawmakers into rewriting the law so that people can buy homes they can’t afford, and when—surprise!—the “victims” are foreclosed upon, ACORN then teaches them to break back in and claim the homes as their own.
More fiction. The poor banks were victimized by the liberals and the poor people!
That there knife, which says “Blood & Soil” on it in Kraut (some Nazi deal, blah blah) usually has one of those swastika deals where Cornpone put the vicious deadly “O.” Can’t remember if it was a “brownshirt” knife or SS or whatever.
I mean really, wasn’t there some Internet trad or law or something about this?
You may remember his (or his friend, can’t quite remember) playing w/ the model Bradley fighting vehicle to “prove” that U. S. soldiers couldn’t run over Iraqi dogs, which would therefore debunk the whole thing the soldier wrote for The New Republic a few yrs. ago?
That’s qualification enough. Though maybe “military blogger” reflects his new semi-postal state, as a warrior against yOu knOw whO.
These people really are in a desperate (red) state, their “Lost Cause” fantasies of secession, lynch mobs & who knows what else are doubtlessly burning in their evil little hearts now.
But it’s equal opportunity treason. A bit o’ pimpin’ here, but dig Alan Keyes (First vid, which is only Al) implying that the actual U. S.military (not “milbloggers”) is questioning whether they should be taking orders from B.O. (Odd when you consider his policies are hardly different than those of “the previous administration.”)
Oh crap, now Slate has the knife thing too!!
TIDOSY named himself pretty well. I’ve never seen a man so readily bend over and beg for more when the financiers come around and exchange property for nigra-wooga.
Yeah, Alan. Maybe if you had pledged to get them out of that fucking hellhole you would have been the Republican who took in the most military fundraising instead of Ron Paul.
Jesus Christ, how difficult is that to wrap your fucking head around?
I had a Malamute/Collie mix who said, “I love you.” Adjusted for dog accent, of course. But he was quite the commentator, and had mastered inflection so well we got what he was saying most of the time.
And if we didn’t, we would be herded to the area of interest.
According to the latest cat science, there are groups of sounds cats make to each other, but an even larger group of sounds comes into play when they live with humans, and get talked to. The more you talk to a cat, the more they attempt to use verbal communication with humans.
The real difference between dogs and cats as pets is that cats can become as adoring and devoted as dogs; it’s just that cats are reciprocal, and often don’t get enough love to reach that point. People often don’t recognize cat overtures of friendship. Whereas the dog’s specialty, Instant Best Friends, makes them more suitable with strangers.
Though I have had “greeter” cats who like almost anyone.
A friend had a sinking cat who was going to be put to sleep at her home. The whole time they were waiting, another of her cats kept bringing the ill cat’s favorite toy to her, licking her head, and generally standing guard.
I can’t even say a previous cat’s name in James Bond’s presence, or he will starting wailing and looking for him. And it’s been ten years.
You’d think that if cats and dogs and elephants can exhibit compassionate behavior, wingnuts could.
They must be a mutation.
[Back kinda late] Thanks for the heads-up; I knew W could be a callous bastard but that doesn’t necessarily indicate someone who might actively participate in cruelty. It’s one thing to abstract and rationalize vicious behavior you tacitly approve of and another to, say, go into Gitmo and participate in a beating.
For me, W making fun of those we was about to execute is bad enough for government work.
No, we sound like: “Auwuuuh Fido huh huuoo hubuh. Auwuuuh huh huuoo hubuh outside?? Auwuuuh huh huuoo biscuit hubuh. Auwuuuh huh huuoo hubuh. Auwuuuh dinner huh huuoo hubuh.”
The fact is, CRA and Fanny and Freddy and the liberals are to blame for our fiscal mess. Here’s the proof:
http://www.aei.org/publications/filter.all,pubID.29372/pub_detail.asp
Brandi: Re Bush and the cat torture thing — you are correct, I misspoke myself. As others pointed out, Frist (a/k/a “I can Diagnose Terry Schiavo via long-distance”) was the Kat Killer; Shrub, as far as we know, “only” shoved firecrackers up frogs’ butts and set them off.
Frist is one of the latest embarrassments in a long long long line of elected representatives of this the glorious border state of Tennessee. On the other hand, Al Gore. On the other other hand, the elephant sanctuary Lesley writes about above.
Proof, fake Gary?
That’s the typical hand-waving story one gets from the right wing’s perfessers.
And as usual, it manages to talk around the largest players in the real estate bubble of the last 8 years: Wall Street CDO and MBS issuers are depicted in this article as merely trying to maintain market share.
In fact, they drove the decline in underwriting standards, for one reason only: profits.
The CRA has nothing to do with any of it.
For Socks:
Wow, thanks for all the cool animal links above, folks. I went to bed after posting last night, the animals were a great way to start the morning.
I should have followed in dad’s footsteps and become a vet. I really like animals more than I like people.
The fact is, that is a lotta lies and liberal bias. CRS and helping minorities is why we are in this mess. Now white people who worked hard must pay for all. That’s not fair.
Christ, that would mean it’s my fault the furry hell-beasts won’t shut the fuck up. No, no, no, I can’t take that. I’ll stick to the Siamese Cat in the Family Tree + Vocal Coach theory:
I have one cat who has always been vocal and has an ever expanding vocabulary. His sister started “talking” about three years ago. (Before that she would open her mouth and the most that would emerge was this weird little “k!”). The S.O’s cat also vocalizes more (as in at all) since we set up housekeeping together. The two female cats also started purring much louder (as in audible at more than two inches), I assume to compete with Mr. Diesel Engine. In the meantime, his purring has gotten even louder and will soon cause structural damage to the house, register on seismographs, etc.
And it’s all the fault of some passing Siamese, one cat that talks a lot and the natural cat tendency to hog all the attention.
Gary R.: Well, as President Jimmy Carter once famously said, “Life isn’t fair.” Now quit whining and get back to work.
Well, arky, it’s true that there is genetic tendencies in all cats that would guide their verbal interests, and in the case of the Siamese, that would be LOTS.
They are rational actors.
Somebody Clinton operative must have scrubbed the video of Socks playing soccer with a ‘w’ key across the oval office floor, BUT I SWEAR IT HAPPENED!!11!
Our malamute used to sing along with us whenever we sang or played music in the house.
Brandi, there’s this also…
Even though George W. Bush is president, Neil Bush can still see in him the 16-year-old who gave him and his younger brother 10 seconds to start running down the hall before firing BB pellets at them.
MzNicky, Gary isn’t gonna pay for much bailout with that wal-Mart job….
Presuming, of course, he has one. I’m not prepared to jump to that conclusion.
Of course, considering the number of Rupperts running around here, there’s probably a fairly hefty economic pool to draw on.
Our malamute used to sing along with us whenever we sang or played music in the house.
Canine karaoke. DO NOT WANT.
No, we sound like: “Auwuuuh Fido huh huuoo hubuh. Auwuuuh huh huuoo hubuh outside?? Auwuuuh huh huuoo biscuit hubuh. Auwuuuh huh huuoo hubuh. Auwuuuh dinner huh huuoo hubuh.”
Remember the Gary Larson cartoon? “What dogs hear”
Jennifer, have you seen the video of Jessica the hippo? Hilarious.
Y’know, all this time I never realized Socks was a Hitlercat.
Although I guess with the black beard he’s more of a Lenincat.
Canine karaoke. DO NOT WANT.
As opposed to the sweet dulcet tones of human karaoke?
It takes a real piece of shit to use the death of someone’s pet as an opening to attack them. They did the same thing when Clinton’s dog was killed, if I recall correctly.
Better Socks than us…poor lil thing.