Sometimes, The Most Intelligent Thing One Can Say...

WARNING:  ANGRY MOONBAT RANT APPROACHING!  There are moments when the only thing one can do is either exercise one's right to remain silent or scream "Fuck you!  Fuck you, fuck the horse you rode in on, fuck your fucked up, pissy, sanctimonious, holier-than-thou attitude, fuck your nose that you look down.  Just fuck you!"  Unless you're Gene Simmons and you have enough money that you don't have to care, it's probably better in the long run to exercise one's right to remain silent, although that has been known to cause ulcers.

I can't stand fucking bullies.  Whether it's the mean kid on the playground, the priest who manipulates his flock, the abusive spouse or the supervisor who lords over an employee, I fucking hate bullies.  I also hate, hate, hate passive-aggressive fuckers.  If you're going to be a bastard, be a bastard.  Own that shit.  Don't be a douche wagon and then act all butthurt when the object of your douchery either strikes back or shuts you down altogether.  And if you are going to own it, fuck you and don't be surprised when I strike back.

To the object of my anger:  Fuck you.  Fuck your fucked up ideas of who or what you think I should be.  What you see is what you get.  Fuck you for being jealous that I am perfectly happy with who I am and what I have and I don't give a single gram of fuck if anyone is impressed.  Fuck you for bring too much of a pussy to be yourself, and instead forever worrying what someone else thinks of you.  It must suck to be you and be so fucked up about what some fucker has to say about shit that doesn't even fucking matter.  Fuck you for trying to shake my self-confidence for no reason other than to have another insecure fucker like yourself in the world.  Fuck you for not liking yourself enough to have self-confidence.  Must suck to surround yourself with fuckers who constantly have to one-up each other to the point that everyone is fucked up about what everyone else is doing.  Fuck you for looking down your sanctimonious nose at me for my view of the world without ever bothering to consider seeing the world through my eyes.  Fuck you for thinking that your view is the only view.  Fuck you for thinking that you are a deity and I am a child of a lesser god.  Fuck you and your pissy "not our class, dear" attitude.  Fuck you.  Just fuck you.

I feel better now.   Shit like that can stay in forever.  Sometimes, life is just another example of da man trying to keep a moonbat down.

As an aside, a sex scandal involving the local rich bitch all-girls Catholic school has hit the airwaves.  I have to say I'm fucking amused.  The amusing part is how they look down at the public schools and guess what?  Right in their own house.  No, I'm not glad that a child was molested by a teacher.  I'm just amused that Saint Richbitch Academy's reputation has been besmirched.

So Long, Silent Joe

What?  Me tell?

Joe Paterno, the so-called legendary head football coach of Penn State University, has died.  This is not one of those occasions wherein I make the customary "rest in peace" commentary.  No, this is a situation wherein I wish there really was a hell and ol' Silent Joe was getting raped in the shower with everyone who could do something looking away.  Let the punishment fit the crime.  

Considering all of the things ol' Joe accomplished at Penn State, he should have been able to retire in much fanfare, amid celebrations of his career.  Instead, he was forced to resign in disgrace and his final days were spent in total shame.  He deserved every bit of the shame and disgrace and more.  He looked the other way when a child molester was in the midst.  He put Penn State football above the safety of young children.

The story was in the news ad nauseum, so I won't disgust you with the rehashing of the details.  The gist of my disgust with Silent Joe is his silence.  When it was reported to him that former defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky had raped a 9 or 10 year old boy in the Penn State showers, Joe didn't call the police.  Joe told the Penn State athletic director.  Yep, that's right.  He didn't call the cops.  He told the athletic director, whom he had every reason to believe would conduct a half-assed farce of an investigation and determine that it really didn't happen.  I also have a seething hatred for the useless piece of shit that reported it to Silent Joe. He witnessed a rape, didn't do anything to try to stop it, did nothing to protect the child, and didn't call the cops.  Noooo, he called his daddy, who in turn told him to tell Silent Joe.  What the fuck is going on at Penn State?  Were none of these fuckers ever taught to report such crimes to a cop?  For fuck's sake, what is telling ol' Joe, who tells the athletic director who doesn't do jack shit going to do?  Call the fucking cops!  I hate to use the term miracle, but frankly, it is a miracle that this incident ever saw the light of day or that criminal charges were ever filed.  The last prosecutor who seriously looked into the matter has vanished off the face of the Earth.  

I've long held the position that those who enable a pedophile are far worse than the pedophile.  The pedophile can always hide behind the cloak of mental illness - of course you're a sick bastard to molest children.  What do you say for those who cover up for them?  They haven't any such cloak.  They are the worst of the worst.  Those who cover for child molesters for their own personal gain are even lower.  In this case, Silent Joe was more worried about his legacy than about a child who was raped by someone his family trusted.  Silent Joe deserves Dante's ninth circle of hell, the Greek Tartarus, and any other form of hell from any other pantheon.  

Go to hell, Joe.  I'm glad you died in disgrace. 

I've Got Your Evil Little Thing Right Here

The young lady in the middle is Jessica Ahlquist.  This is the face of bravery. 

Jessica Ahlquist is my hero.  She should serve as a role model and inspiration to all who call themselves American citizens and to all who believe in standing up for what is right even in the face of adversity.  Rhode Island State Rep. Peter Palumbo (D - Dist. 16, Cranston), on the other hand is not my hero, nor should he be considered a hero by anyone.  Palumbo has taken to the airwaves to spread venom against Jessica, even going so far as to call her a "evil little thing."  Apparently, Palumbo has never encountered an outright evil little thing.  Welcome to my bat cave.

First, to give you some background information:  Jessica Ahlquist is a sixteen-year-old student at Cranston High School West.  For many years, a banner hung in the auditorium of Cranston High containing a prayer addressed to "Our Heavenly Father," e.g. skydaddy.  Folks, skydaddy is a creation of the Abrahamic pantheon, and the phrase "Heavenly Father" tends to be Christian.  An endorsement of any particular version of religious belief in a government-funded facility is unconstitutional.  At the very least, it is a violation of the Captive Audience Doctrine.  Jessica Ahlquist is an atheist.  Looking at the endorsement of skydaddy day-in and day-out was offensive to her.  More to the point, though, was the unconstitutionality of the banner.  Although she is in the minority and has endured jeers, taunts, ostracizing, and even death threats, Jessica did the right thing and sued the school district to have the banner removed.

The text of the banner is/was:

"Our Heavenly Father,

Grant us each day the desire to do our best, to grow mentally and morally as well as physically, to be kind and helpful to our classmates and teachers, to be honest with ourselves as well as with others, help us to be good sports and smile when we lose as well as when we win, teach us the value of true friendship, help us always to conduct ourselves so as to bring credit to Cranston High School West.

Amen"

The school officials said with a straight face that this isn't a prayer.  It has "SCHOOL PRAYER" on it bigger than Dallas, not to mention the "Heavenly Father" and "Amen" business.  

The banner has allegedly been hanging since the 1960s and authored by a former student who grew up to be Rip Taylor's ugly kid brother (thanks to the Atheist Camel for noticing the resemblance).  A little bit of rewording to remove any reference or inference to any deity or "higher power" and I'd say these are good goals.  In its current state, it is a prayer to a specific deity and allowing it to hang without prayers to any other deities is an endorsement of a specific deity by a governmental entity, i.e. the school.  Jessica Ahlquist, being well informed of Constitutional issues dealing with  separation of church and state, sought the help of the ACLU and filed a lawsuit to have the banner removed. Jessica did the right thing, and there is no telling how many students who came before her wanted to do the same thing.  The Court ruled in her favor and the offensive banner is down, but not without much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth on the part of the true believers.  Among their number is Rhode Island State Rep. Peter Palumbo.

I'd love nothing more than to sit here and throw rocks at Herr Palumbo, starting with the cruel irony that his name rhymes with dumbo.  I'll refrain for now.  Instead, I'm going to talk about what a pure coward I find Palumbo to be.  Let's start with the fact that Palumbo is the state representative for the district that encompasses Cranston High School West.  He is Jessica Ahlquist's state representative.  After the ruling by U.S. District Court Judge Ronald Lageaux, Palumbo saw fit to take to the airwaves courtesy of WPRO.  Pandering to those who would commingle church and state, as politicians are wont to do, Palumbo did not refrain from the name calling and rock throwing.  He called Jessica Ahlquist an "evil little thing," and went on to say that he thinks "she's being coerced by evil people."  Palumbo is half right.  Jessica is experiencing a great deal of coercion by evil people - people who call themselves Christian and yet have called Jessica some of the most awful names and have threatened her with violence and death.  Yes, I'd call that flat-out evil.  Palumbo is a coward for pandering to that element.  Jessica sought to uphold the Constitution by enforcing the Establishment Clause, and Palumbo trods upon it to get votes from those who would also trod upon it.  Palumbo hasn't the courage to face what Jessica has faced.  By realizing that just because it's been done for a long time doesn't mean it's right and subsequently fighting to right a wrong, Jessica now has to endure an environment that was even more hostile than before.  Before challenging the banner hanging in the school, she could have simply gone along to get along.  Had she chosen to silently let this violation of the First Amendment continue, she would only have to deal with the occasional hateful comment directed toward Atheists in general from those who adore the banner.  Instead, she stood up for what is right and now she endures threats of physical violence and death from fine, upstanding citizens who call themselves Christian and who invoke the name of their chosen deity when making said threats.  Meanwhile, spineless Palumbo not only fails to condemn such behavior, he fans the flames with his "evil little thing" rhetoric.  Would you be spewing "evil little thing" rhetoric if it had been a Christian student fighting to remove a banner proclaiming "There is no god but Allah and Mohammed is his prophet."?   How about a banner with a pentacle and the Wiccan Rede?  Maybe a big black banner with The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth emblazoned in big, red letters?  Would you say that child was being coerced by evil people, or would you parade the child about and proclaim him/her to be baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, Chevrolet, god, guns and guts all rolled into one?  I think we all already know the answer to that.  So sad that you wouldn't stand up for your constituent who stood up to right a wrong.

I have a few questions for Palumbo and his ilk:  Why isn't your church and your home an adequate forum for your religious beliefs?  Why do you feel the need to force the rest of us to give you an audience when you decide to stoke the ego of your imaginary skydaddy?  Why is it so important to you to force the rest of us to likewise stoke skydaddy's ego?  Are you so insecure in your beliefs in your skydaddy that you also need for the rest of us to believe as an affirmation to/of you?  Do you scream to the sky that you fear Sharia law will become a reality in the US while at the same time trying to commingle church and state?  Whose church would be the ruling church?  Christians can't even decide among themselves who has it right and who has it wrong.  Shall we enact laws requiring all residents of the United States to take up serpents and drink poison as stated in Mark 16:18 as proof they are true believers?  The snake handlers would approve of this and would even handle a rattlesnake or two and drink arsenic to prove their point.  What's that you say?  You don't like that idea?  Then keep the church out of the state.  Do what your Jesus commanded in Matthew 6:5-6 - go to your room and pray in silence.  Remember what your Jesus said in Mark 12:17 and render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's.  Even your Jesus frowned upon public prayer and the commingling of the church and state.  Since you seem to worship him so much, maybe you should start practicing what he preached.  The thing is that even back at the time the Abrahamic mythology was being written, its authors recognized the annoyance of prayer for show and the danger of mixing church and state. 

Peter Palumbo, go wrap yourself in that flag and waive that cross in the air, you fascist.  And while you're prostituting yourself out to the believers to get their vote, look at Jessica Ahlquist and know what is true bravery.  Look at her and know that you have seen someone who truly respects the law and the concept of liberty and justice for all.  You're certainly not going to see that in the mirror. 

This is the face of cowardice.

I Hate Michelle Duggar

This is not a vagina.  This is a clown car. 

In light of the fact that Michelle Duggar had a miscarriage recently, I started to scrap this bark.  I figured it would be in poor taste to post my rant under the circumstances.  Then, much to my disgust, Michelle and Jim Bob are taking to the airwaves and cyberworld just to get as much attention (and money) as they can out of this tragedy.  When I saw that, I decided fuck it.  If they can't show the tragedy the respect it deserves, I won't either.  

I hate Michelle Duggar.  I truly hate her.  Guess what?  I hate Jim Bob, too; and I'm not particularly fond of the clowns that climbed out of Michelle's clown car vajayjay.  The whole damn bunch is crazier than an infestation of shit house rats.  Jim Bob and Michelle invoke violent impulses in me.  I'd like to hit them in the face with the sole of my dirtiest shoe - repeatedly.  

Many people are quick to come to the ubergina's defense and proclaim that it's a matter of personal choice.  Yes, it is; but for some reason the airhead sees fit to hold a press conference every time another clown is going to climb out of that car.  When she does that, it is no longer a personal matter.  Don't hold a press conference and then call it a personal matter.  Then there's goofy assed Jim Bob standin' there, cheesin'.  He just stands there looking like a dumbass with that shit eatin' grin on his face.  The two of them are the pure embodiment of almost everything that irks me.

Jim Bob's a politician, and the worst kind.  He's the variety that considers the First Amendment to be there to protect HIS religious freedom, keeping in mind that the practice of his religion includes forcing his beliefs upon the rest of us.  I looked to see if I could find anything about his record in the Arkansas legislature, but all I was able to find was a bunch of bullshit about his breeding capabilities.  I'm sure if I'd looked harder or if I'd have taken a lunch time trip to the Secretary of State's office and pilfered archives, I'd have found citations of just what a shitty politician Jim Bob was.  I'm not that industrious, though.  

I feel bad that Michelle had a miscarriage.  Unfortunately, miscarriage - or spontaneous abortion as it is known medically - is nature's way of correcting something that went wrong.  Mother Nature is a cruel mistress indeed, but when a miscarriage occurs, as a general rule it would be more cruel that the fetus would have survived.  Of course, it's easy for me to sit here and say things like that considering that I've never suffered a miscarriage.  I've been pregnant twice.  I have two children to show for it.  I do know how I felt from the moment of knowing I was pregnant.  Protecting my child became a single-minded obsession.  I know women who have miscarried, and I know women who had to abort in the second and third trimesters lest both they and the baby die.  I have witnessed their heartbreak.  I'm sure it was no easier for the brood mare, or at least I felt that way at first.  Now, I'm not so sure.  I don't criticize them for having a funeral for the baby.  I probably would do the same in their shoes.  I don't criticize them for taking pictures of the baby.  Again, I would probably do the same in their shoes.  I don't even criticize them for giving some of the pictures to close family and friends, as these people might also share in their grief.  My criticism is that Michelle is pimping her dead baby to get herself all of the attention she can possible get.  She's done the interviews, she's released pictures of the baby's hand on her finger, and chances are an episode of their TV show will revolve around this.  TMZ has the pictures of the baby.  I wonder how much the Duggar asswipes were paid for them.  I'm sure Michelle would release them for free just to get the attention and publicity.  

Of course, I figured it was a matter of time before she got pregnant again, considering J child #1 and his wife just had baby #2.  Hell's bells, she couldn't even let J child #1 and his wife enjoy their first child without making herself a part of it all.  See below.  

Really, Michelle?  You couldn't let J child #1 and his wife have a moment?  You had to make it about you?  Why aren't the daughter-in-law's parents here?  I'll tell you why.  They're not attention whores like you, Michelle.  That's why. 

Michelle's probably going to keep it up until she hits menopause or her uterus drops out and runs for the hills screaming like a banshee. The person I really pity in the situation is the oldest daughter.  I'd like to give her a gift.  I'd like to get her a a gross of condoms, a pound of weed, and a full ride scholarship to Cal. State Chico.  If after having a life she chooses to return to Deliverance Country and continue to raise her parents' children, that is her choice.  Right now, she's doing it because she's been brainwashed into believing that it's her choice.  She's also been brainwashed into believing that skydaddy wants her to do it.  She's had no choice, she's had no life.  She's been nothing but her mother's handmaiden.  That's yet another reason I hate Michelle Duggar.  

Ah, well.  I can always hope that the daughters break free from this form of slavery, and I can hope that maybe the sons will be attracted to women who totally reject the whole Quiverful concept.  Unfortunately, if J child #1 is any indication, that ain't gonna happen.  They're all looking for women who were raised just like their sisters have been raised.  I know what you're thinking.  We're not going there today.  Too disturbing. 

Well, in Michelle's case it is. 

Black Friday Recap 2011

Hello, Moonbats.  I now have Black Friday 2011 under my belt, and thought I'd share musings and observations with you.  It's always an interesting day that gives lots of topics for conversation - sometimes profane, sometimes profound, and sometimes just plain funny.  This year was no exception.

Years ago, when I first started doing Black Friday shopping, we didn't call it Black Friday - at least not around here we didn't.  We just called it the day after Thanksgiving, as in "I'm hitting the day after Thanksgiving sales."  I have to admit Black Friday is less of a mouthful.  Also, the sales usually started at 6:00 a.m.  A few stores opened at 5:00 a.m. and often I'd see the same people at the 6:00 store that I saw at the 5:00 store.  All of the stores had goodies to give out to the first x number of shoppers.  The number varied from store to store, but was usually either 500 or 1,000.  The goodies were also good.  One year Target gave out Tweety Bird tote bags with sample sizes of shampoo, lotion, conditioner and things like that.  The Fruit Bat (aka the daughter) was about 5 years old, so that goodie got wrapped up and put under the tree for her.  Same thing with the Elmo cookie tin K-Mart was giving away.  Several years back, the stores started opening earlier, the goodies went away, and I'm not sure about the calibre of the bargains.  If you're looking for electronics, they're fantastic.  If you're looking for other things, they're still worth getting up early, but hang back a bit and let the electronics shoppers do their grab.

I dickered and debated going to the midnight sales.  Actually, it would have been a 10:00 p.m. Thanksgiving night sale at Wal-Mart.  Then I decided that no, I would not do that.  First off, I think it's pretty chicken shit of Wally World to decide to open at 10:00 Thanksgiving night just to outdo Target by a couple of hours.  I mean, goddamn, how much money do the Wal-Mart heads need?  The employees probably had to come in a 3:00 a.m. to open at 5:00 a.m.; opening the store any earlier than that robs the workers of their Thanksgiving.  Same thing for Target opening at midnight.  Christ in a shopping cart, let your employees have Thanksgiving.  On the other side of that coin, I didn't particularly care for the Target employee complaining about it to me, especially since I didn't get to Target until 8:00 a.m.  I sympathize with you, but dude, inappropriate.  More on that later.

The first stop was Sears.  I haven't shopped at Sears in forever, but I did today.  It was pleasant.  The store opened at 4:00 a.m., but I didn't get there until 6:00.  The bed was just too comfortable to get up any earlier.  They have shopping carts now!  They didn't have those the last time I was there.  I told you it had been forever.  The employees were very friendly and helpful and all of the shoppers were happy.  There were two items I was there to get.  One was a camera bundle for me, and the other was something for the Fruit Bat.  I can't tell you what it is until Christmas lest the Fruit Bat tune into the Bark.  We'll just say that what I saved on that paid for the camera bundle.  Since I was there and had saved so much money and needed to spend another $10 to use my $10 off coupon, I decided to get myself some new duds. 

Next stop, Park Plaza Mall to hit Bath & Body Works.  I have a love/hate relationship with this particular mall.  It has some cool stores, and there's a Chinese food place in the food court that has no MSG food and wonderful sweet tea.  It's convenient to my office, so it's easy to grab & go with some good lunch.  Those are it's good points.  The bad points?  Dillards.  Dillards sucks ass.  I noticed a pair of old whores going into Dillards as I was leaving the mall, and it's all I could do to keep from running over them.  I say old whores - I doubt they're actually whores, just bitches.  These 50-something bitches who are more than likely on a first-name basis with numerous plastic surgeons were at one time young whores who thought Dillards was the shit.  I don't know the attitude about Dillards outside Arkansas, but here...balls, dude.  It's an Arkansas corporation, thus Arkansans get all braggy about it.  The shoppers are all rich bitches who tend to look down their noses at others and chose friends based on tax brackets.  There's something about old ladies and Dillards around here.  They hang out at Dillards until they're too feeble, then they go to the nursing home and their daughters go to Dillards for them.  The people who work there tend to look down their noses at bargain shoppers.  If they stayed within the confines of Dillards, I'd have no problem with them.  However, between dealing with the feeble old biddies in big-assed cars in the parking lot and the aging former beauty queens in track suits wandering aimlessly throughout the mall, I hate them.  Fuck Dillards and fuck their shoppers. 

Now that I've flipped a verbal bird at Dillards and its aficionados, it's time to give you a chuckle at my expense.  Traffic was awful getting in the front entrance of the mall, so I went in the back way.  Coming in that way, you're on the top of the parking deck, which is the third floor of the mall.  I go in the mall and head in the direction of Bath & Body Works only to be horrified to see a Payless Shoes where BBW should be.  WTF?  Where is my beloved BBW?  How will I ever smell good again in 127 years when I finally use up and/or give away all of the BBW products I already have?  Then I look down at the lower floor thinking I'll get a cuppa joe in the food court when I realize that I'm on the THIRD floor and BBW is one floor down.  Duh.  I'm blonde, alright.  I thought the top of the deck was at the second floor level of the mall.  At any rate, I shall now not stink for 131 years unless I choose to do so, and then I will still have a flowery funk about myself. 

Oh, yeah, going into Park Plaza I had the misfortune of getting behind a minivan plastered with jebus stickers, one of which proclaimed "real women pray."  Oooooookaaaaaay.  We'll bark about this next bark, but for today, back to the retail revelry recap.

The next stop was Walgreens, or as I call it Wags.  Again, I can't say enough nice things about the hired help, especially the cashier in the cosmetics section.  Often, cashiers will cringe at coupon shoppers (no, I'm not an extreme couponer - just a bargain hound), but she helped me find the items that had register rewards that I couldn't find and seemed to enjoy seeing how much we could get off the bill with the coupons.  No, I didn't get $1,000 worth of stuff for $1; but I did alright.

Next stop Gordman's.  Holy mother of balls, that place was PACKED.  I should have turned around, but noooo, must plod on.  Gordman's doesn't have anything special - it's mostly cheap clothes and knick-knacky type stuff, but they have a nice selection of jeans in my size and cheap.  I would like to know who the skinny bitch is who thinks it's funny to put size 2 clothes in with the women's sizes.  Fuck you, you skinny skank.  I hope your gut gets so big your brotherboyfriend can't find your cooter underneath it.  Then let's see how funny you think that shit is.  Bitch.  Anyway, the checkout line snakes from the back of the store up to the front, and nifty little impulse buys are strategically placed throughout the store.  I put more in my cart after I got in line than while I was technically shopping.  Interestingly, the line snaked through the lingerie section.  One rack in particular caught my eye - teeny tiny little lace thongs.  My first thought was that anyone with an ass small enough to fit in that is way too young to be wearing it.  My next thought was WTF.  If you're going to wear that, why not just go commando?  Maybe it's just me, but the thought of a teeny tiny tight little piece of butt floss digging in my ass all day just doesn't make me feel pretty.  Of course the line also snaked past the jewelry.  Add a few more xmas presents for from me into the cart.  Thankfully, nothing else begged to go home with me before I got to the cashier.  Time to take my merchandise and head to Garden Ridge. 

Garden Ridge is always fun.  It's filled with lots of frou-frou stuff that nobody needs but that for some reason makes you think your life won't be complete without it.  I love to oooh and aaaah at everything in the store.  They had a Beyonce metal chicken!  I didn't get it, though, because it had sharp edges and with the Baby Bat just learning to walk, it just didn't seem like a good idea.  It took me the better part of an hour to find about four things I just couldn't live without and head to the checkout.  

All damage having been done, I headed back home to treat myself to Thanksgiving leftovers and decking the halls with tacky tinsel. 

My Religion is Real; Your Religion Is A Cult

Robert Jeffress, chief asshole pastor of the First Baptist Church of Dallas, Texas, has endorsed Rick Perry.  He based his endorsement in part because Rick Perry is "a committed follower of Christ."  He then had this to say about Mitt Romney:  "Mitt Romney's a good moral person, but he's not a Christian. Mormonism is not Christianity.  It has always been considered a cult by the mainstream of Christianity."  Oh, the irony; and it's completely lost on the asshole that farted it out.

I can never decide if I want to laugh or scream when one branch of christianity piously points out the cultish behavior of another branch.  It's not that I disagree with the assertion.  It's just that it both amuses and annoys me that the accuser refuses to see the cultish behavior of his own brand of christianity.  The entire Abrahamic pantheon is cultish, but since my knowledge is primarily of christian behavior, I'll leave the discussion of Judaism and Islam to people more educated on the matters than I.  

It's not difficult to understand why Jeffress called the Mormon religion a cult.  The whole plural marriage thing alone is a bit bizarre to those of us in western society.  Then throw in the lost texts with a translating stone and lily-white natives in America (allegedly pleasing in appearance to skydaddy) and it does indeed resemble a cult.  Many mainstream Protestants also consider Jehovah's Witnesses and Catholics to be cultists and non-christian, too.  Of course, the ass clowns that call these religions cults and denounce the christianity of said religions omit the fact that the Mormons, Catholics and JWs believe in the same Christ as the rest of the christians.  If said ass clowns took the time to actually read their bibles, they'd know that believing in Jeebus is all that's required to be a christian (A man is justified by faith without the deeds of the law. -- Romans 3:28; Therefore, being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. -- Romans 5:1; A man is not justified by the works of the law, but by the faith of Jesus Christ. -- Galatians 2:16; For by grace are ye saved through faith. -- Ephesians 2:8 ). 

It seems to be the evangelicals who do the most of this.  Evangelicals are comprised primary of Baptists and various charismatic (tongue-speakers) religions.  They fail to see their own cultish beliefs.  Let's break it down for them.  They idolize an execution device.  They make jewelry out of it.  The erect giant execution devices for which they spent large sums of money - not for the purpose of carrying out executions, but rather for the sake of glorifying the device itself.  They glorify blood sacrifice.  Some christian denominations practice symbolic cannibalism.  The Catholics believe the water and wine physically transform into the actual flesh and blood of Christ (transubstantiation), thus by their own beliefs, they practice ritual cannibalism.   Christians are obsessed by what happens after they die.  In fact, they're so obsessed with the so-called afterlife that they devalue the here and now.  To top it off, they consider practicing this bizarre bullshit to be a requirement for holding public office in the United States.  This brings me to my next point. 

Churches are tax exempt, but there are a few caveats.  IRS Code §501(c)(3) spells out what tax exempt organizations such as churches can and cannot do.  Endorsing candidates and lobbying are on the list of thou shalt nots.  Of course, the loophole is that it was the preacher doing it on his own and not as a representative of the First Douchebag Church.  Bullshit on all of that.  The church wants to meddle in the affairs of the state, thus I say tax the living dog shit out of the church.  Then tax the dog shit.  Let's see how many mega churches they build then.  Of course, finding a politician with the gonads to enforce 501(c)(3) is like finding a preacher with morals.  If there's one out there, he's on his own. 

Now that I've told you how all christian religions are nothing more than cults, I'm must sign off to practice the one true religion.  I am a slave to bunnies.  That's right, moonbats.  I worship the bunnies.  I do whatever they say.  They make no promises of afterlife and they grant no prayers or requests.  They do, however allow me to give them nose rubs and deem me worthy to feed them and clean their litter pans.  What more could one ask from one's chosen deity?

Horatio inspects the Christmas presents with a critical eye to ensure that they are acceptable and to make sure that there are boxes and boxes of treats for bunnies.  All hail the Mighty Horatio.

Are You Ready For Some Stupidity

So long, fucktard.  Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

For the past twenty some odd years, Monday Night Football has started out with various versions of Hank Williams Jr.'s "All My Rowdy Friends Are Comin' Over Tonight."  ESPN has, at least temporarily, decided to end that tradition.  I don't have a problem with that.  Hell, I think Hank sucks out loud.  It's the reason that has me shaking my head.

Hank Jr. was being interviewed on Fox News (Faux News) - Fox and Friends to be precise.  The fact that this minimally talented, redneck alcoholic was providing political commentary is laughable.  Hank made a comment that Obama and Boehner playing a round of golf was like Hitler and Netanyahu playing a round of golf.  He then went on to call Obama and Biden the "enemy." ESPN subsequently canned Hank.  Apparently, that Hitler comparison didn't go over too well with the heads at ESPN.

I get what Hank was trying to say, however unfortunate his choice of words.  The point is that Obama and Boehner are at such polar opposite ends of the universe that trying to work it out over a round of golf is pointless.  For as many brain cells as Hank has drowned, I'll have to agree with the gist of the message.  Obama and Boehner trying to work it out over a round of golf was at best pointless; and more to the point, it was nothing but an opportunity for each of them to posture a bit for the press.  Now, back to that unfortunate choice of words - right-wingers have been comparing Obama to Hitler ever since he secured the nomination in 2008.  Hank's commentary isn't exactly something new.  It is a demonstration of the right wingnuts' lack of knowledge of world history.  Without searching through the archives of every knuckle-dragger who ever commented on Faux, I'm reasonable sure Hank isn't the only one who ever made the comparison on the air.  While I strongly disagree with him and I'm sure not sad to see him go, I'm just not diggin' the reason.  Sure, this isn't the type of censorship that the First Amendment protects against.  There is no government entity calling for Hank to be silenced.  This was wholly the decision of a private corporation.  It just seems, well, wrong to dump Hank for this reason. 

But for his father's fame, Hank Williams, Jr. would not even be a topic of conversation.  He would be another hairy redneck stumbling around the trailer park shirtless, his pregnant gut hanging over his oversized belt buckle, beating his wife and drinking up the rent.  He sucks ass.  Granted, I like the catch-phrase "are you ready for some football," but Hank sucks.  If ESPN had punted his ass for sucking, cool.  If they punted his ass for being a washed up, no talent, drunken redneck, cool.  Punting for expressing his opinion about a political matter, not so cool.  I understand why they did it.  They're a corporation and they make their money in part on their ratings.  If one of their on-air personalities alienates a large portion of their audience, he has to go.  It's nothing personal.  It's a financial decision.  

I guess I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth.  I'm glad the knuckle-dragger is gone.  I would have just preferred it would have been for some reason other than shooting off his mouth.

This is from the refined end of Bocephus's gene pool.