Quote of the Day
May 19, 2010 at 9:51 am (My Eyes My Eyes!, Oooo Shiny Object, Run Away Run Away!)
Yikes…Scary…Wait
January 26, 2010 at 8:21 pm (And now for something completely different, Oooo Shiny Object, Run Away Run Away!, Stop Obama)
Via my pal Jimmie, proprietor of The Sundries Shack, this is probably the scariest thing I’ve seen in while:
Wait, I’ve got an idea! What if Obama wore this during his SOTU speech tomorrow night?!? Why, he’d outshine FLOTUS in fashion faux-paux-ity!
Sublime Subliminal Art
October 8, 2009 at 9:22 pm (Run Away Run Away!, Stuff I'm tired of, That was weird, What tha..?)
I think I'll... by Ed Ruscha
What little I know about art is that I know I don’t like modern art. Impressionism, the Dutch masters, yeah, I could look at those for hours. Modern art… well, it reminds me of the dyed macaroni with randomly over-glued polygonish-like masterpieces my kids brought home from kindergarten. So sweet, so touching. “Is this for me? So beautiful! What is it?” Exasperated, they would say, “It’s an elephant in the space station with a peanut butter sandwich. Don’t you see it?” “Oh,” I’d answer, “there he is and what a fine hat he’s wearing.” “Moooommmmmm, it’s not his hat, it’s his tractor – don’t you see it?”
But that’s just me.
The Obama’s have borrowed paintings and other pieces of art for the White House. Their taste is their business, at least when it’s in the Residence. According to Brian Ledbetter at snappedshot, at least one is a fraud, ahem, study. Is that what one artist calls it when he rips off emulates another artist’s work? In wordsmithland, we call that plagiarism. Unless, of course, you’re some big-wig journalist who swipes stories from bloggers. As I said, I don’t get the modern art mindset.
Althouse rues that of all the fine African-American artists out there, the Obama’s pick one that is less than honest. Maybe the same person who vetted Van Jones is doing double-duty in the art department.
Pundit and Pundette zing us all on our complete and total un-coolness:
They really are too hip for the room.
I can just imagine the subliminal message that painting beams into Dear Leader’s brain each day as he heads out to press conferences, jaunts to foreign lands for no apparent reason, campaign stops photo ops, burger runs with Biden, blow a billion here and there, you name it. TOTUS must be sooooo jealous.
The NEA is really doing it’s job influencing the rest of America to the messianic traits belonging to the man that floats in and out of the Oval Office.
Let the mocking commence. And no, screams of raaaaacist (!!!) don’t apply. It’s still a free country, for now, and I’m entitled to my opinion on their choice in art and/or “artists”. Get over collective yourselves.
UPDATE: Oh wait, it’s a response to Matisse’s work. Uh-huh.
UPDATE II: See, that didn’t take long. King Charles the Nutjob spews, right on cue – 3,2,1.
Atlanta Politics Online
August 27, 2009 at 8:49 pm (Dems Bad, DimWitDems, It's all about me Me ME, Libtards, Memories..., Run Away Run Away!)
Yours truly is now a contributor at Atlanta Politics Online, Clayton County Bureau.
Check out my first post, for Mary Jo, who was from Pennsylvania via New Jersey, not Clayton County. According to Stacy, she’d seen the Sunny South:
Mary Jo had gone to Alabama during the civil rights era, having the courage to live out her own convictions.
Imagine the life she might have had.
Words of Wisdom
July 16, 2009 at 7:28 pm (Blogs and Blogging, DimWitDems, I Love College Football, Kiss The Ring, Libtards, Obama Bad, Run Away Run Away!, Stop Obama)
Troglopundit Kung-Fu Sonia
Fausta “…accident of birth does not wisdom make.”
The Other McCain “…page 291…”
Ace of Spades “Joe Biden can see Russia Pluto from his house.”
Sundries Shack “The Senator should probably count his lucky stars that he doesn’t own a prized racehorse.”
American Digest Never try on another man’s hat.
EDSBS ‘…the best description of Clemson ever: “It’s just Auburn with a lake.” ‘
The Circle of Life
May 19, 2009 at 4:30 pm (Blogs and Blogging, Edumacashun, Just for Fun, Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, Memories..., Parenting, Run Away Run Away!, Stacy's Speedo)
Linked over at The Other McCain. All that is old is new again. The best teachers make their subjects live before their student’s eyes. John Siegel, LSHS – Best.History.Teacher.Evah.
So, help me here, knowing what we all know about Stacy…exactly what does it mean that he and my boy share the bond of being Siegelized?
Maybe He’ll Defect
May 8, 2009 at 7:48 pm (Election2008, Kiss The Ring, Libtards, Loose Lips Sink Ships, Obama Bad, Ostrich Politics, Run Away Run Away!, Stop Obama, Village Idiots)
After breaking many of his campaign promises, Obama decides to keep this one: “Obama to Address Muslim World From Egypt.
Really. Wonder if he’ll face Mecca during his speech, too? Or bow to whatever variety of sheik he might meet on the street?
The Gathering Storm – Updated
February 21, 2009 at 9:28 pm (America Lost, Dems Bad, DimWitDems, Election2008, Fourth Estate, Kiss The Ring, Libtards, Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, Obama Bad, Peach State, Politics, Run Away Run Away!, Stop Obama, Sweet Tea For Me, Taxation without Representation, The S Word, Village Idiots)
I’ll say one thing for ol’ Obama. His big ideas of stimulation and subjugation have energized the conservative base like nothing I’ve seen in years. CPAC should be a gas!
Disgraced Democrat Sen. John Edwards was right about one thing: There are two Americas. One America is full of moochers, big and small, corporate and individual, trampling over themselves with their hands out demanding endless bailouts. The other America is full of disgusted, hard-working citizens getting sick of getting played for chumps and punished for practicing personal responsibility.
Now is the time for all good taxpayers to turn the tables on free-lunching countrymen and their enablers in Washington. Community organizing helped propel Barack Obama to the White House. It can work for fiscal conservatism, too.
Cicero, who was one of President John Adams’ favorite writers notes that government corruption driven by political greed destroys everything in its path – 2100 years ago! Wonder if Obama ever read that during his “constitutional scholar” days. Fausta outlines today that Obama is not following Cicero’s advice, to the letter. In just the few days since Rick Santelli’s patriotic outburst on the Chicago trading floor, the awakening that was stirring in the breasts of concerned citizens over the “Stimulus” (a.k.a. The Generational Theft Act of 2009) has gained momentum. The White House noticed immediately and marked Mr. Santelli on the top of their hit list. S.O.P. for today’s White House (remember Joe the Plumber’s treatment at the hands of the Obama Press? Just google it.) After all, we can’t have anyone speaking out against Dear Leader, The Won, now can we?
Dan Gainor writes on FoxForum warning President Obama to watch out for ordinary folks like us. Those run-of-the-mill, non-elite Americans will only take so much before they revolt, and revolt we will.
Change came to Washington claiming bipartisanship and transparency. Obama lied on both. The bipartisan bill was rammed through with classic — and sleazy– Chicago-style politics. And how transparent is a process where even graduates of the Evelyn Wood speed reading course couldn’t have analyzed the bill?
Rather than mollify a worried electorate, the Democrats have angered it further. They invoke FDR like some patron saint of populism and expect the masses to march to their tune –- Pied Piper style.
AJ talks of simmering frustration nationwide, bubbling to the surface.
President Obama is rapidly morphing into President O’Blunder, with good reason. People are starting to notice he has no idea what he is doing and has basically lost control. Tony Blankley was one of those who made this observation recently. Tony goes through the now classic litany of Obama screw ups from the tax cheating cabinet to the stimulus disaster. But what is important to note is his conclusions on what this means in terms of Obama’s governing skills:
Whatever the reason, this level of presidential detachment from high policy decision making is dangerous in a White House that has so many czars and other senior players (the West Wing staff is reputed to be more than 130 — about double the usual number) combined with emissaries and strong-willed Cabinet secretaries. It may well lead to what has been called (regarding another country’s government) “the immanent structurelessness to the running of the state.”
Gerard wants Obama to just chill out for a while, do his job and keep his mouth shut. How hard can it be?
Enough with the endless billion/trillion bills and the fat fear mongering. Enough with the angry school marm lecturing. Enough with the big daddy warnings of stiffer punishment to come if we don’t shape up like right now.
Face it, man, every time you talk about saving and creating jobs thousands of people get ejected out of their jobs with a JATO assist from whatever policy you seem to be whipping out at the moment. Every time you speak of the future it gets grimmer.
Lately it seems that all you have to do is glance away from the teleprompter and hesitate and, boom!, there goes another 100 point drop in the Dow. And then, when you find the next sentence and say it, whap! there’s goes another 100 points. I’m not sure if the Dow can sink beneath absolute zero, but I’m not curious to find out.
Evil Genius thinks that Obama (and his entire Cabinet) is winging it. Ya think? I just wish he’d stop campaigning for 5 minutes and govern.
Don Surber has the best idea yet for a bail-out [Emphasis Admin].
401(k)s lost, in total, $1 trillion last year.
Does Obama care?
No?
Did he say about us: “They are as responsible as anyone could ask them to be. But then they learn that acting responsibly often isn’t enough to escape this crisis”?
No. He said that about the people who failed to live within their means.
Those of us who lived well within our means enough to sock a few bucks away are getting the shaft. Our savings are cut in half by the recession and by his irresponsible talk and our savings will be cut in half again by the inflation his reckless borrowing will rain upon us next year.
That 7.29 Misery Index that President Bush gave him will double next year.
Easily.
America would be better off saving the 401(k)s than saving the deadbeats from their own.
Remember that joke about the Grasshopper and the Ant today? It came true when we elected Barack Obama president.
Well-played, sir! At this point, I will die in my chair at work, never able to retire. All because power-hungry Democrats were willing to tank our economy just to win back The White House. Most. Ethical. Congress. Ever.
It gets better. Not only is the “governmental spending” out of control, Obama now plans to tax us to Kingdom Come. Increased taxes – in a recession. Wait just a minute there partner, we haven’t gotten our $13/week tax break yet! Does this man even have a brain? Or just an ego?
Finally, stimulus and corruption and blunders and hypocrisy aside, The Anchoress tells us to enjoy our freedom of speech while we still have it. Yes, that is on The Won’s punch list as well.
Speak up. This is still America – in this nation, for now, you are free to do so. The more you shut yourself up, the more easily others will shut you up, down the road.
Amen, sister!
P.S. Info on the Atlanta Tea Party! (h/t Peach Pundit)
UPDATE: Yesterday afternoon, I gathered with a few other Atlantans who have had enough. Check back frequently at Atlanta Tax Protest as more info becomes available.
Hey! I want to be a Democrat, too!
February 3, 2009 at 8:51 pm (America Lost, Dems Bad, DimWitDems, It's all about me Me ME, Libtards, Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, Obama Bad, Ostrich Politics, Peach State, Politics, Run Away Run Away!, The S Word, Village Idiots)
Grid your loins – snark ahead.
You know, this responsible citizen gig is just not paying the rent. I have needs – NEEDS. A fancy car with a driver, a mani-pedi more than once a year, a nanny/assistant to handle my day-to-day activities, a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal stylist, someone just to manage my hair on windy and/or humid days, a beautiful home in a posh neighborhood, a vacation house or two in fabulous spots, everything paid for by those little people who think I’m up in Washington looking out for their sad, meager lives. Hell, I’d even settle for some nice towels without holes in them! Why can’t I be more like the Democrats? Luscious avarice greased by corruption and all the cash I can stuff into the garden box. Why teach my kids values and morals, when if they get coked up or knocked up, I can get my pals in the government health care underworld to handle all those inconveniences away from prying cameras and those pesky moralizing conservatives. Why honor my faith when it’s so easy to turn my back on God?
Like the boys from Armageddon, I don’t want to ever pay taxes again. That should be easy enough – I could even get nominated for some big government job.
Follow the timeline here. Daschle knew he had a tax problem last June; Geithner knew he had a tax problem no later than November. Killefer’s problem dates to 2005. Point being, none of this came as any eleventh-hour surprise to Obama’s vetters … and yet all three were nominated anyway. Exit question: Why? Killefer is expendable but Geithner and Daschle are both crucial to The One’s plans; the former’s his economic quarterback and the latter’s his point man on universal health care. If you know you’re going to have this problem with both of them, why hand the media an irresistible narrative by trying to sneak Killefer in there too? Doesn’t this make Daschle’s nomination even more precarious?
Remember Joe B said it was the patriotic thing to do – pull together and PAY YOUR TAXES. After all, it would supplement the lifestyle I want to soooooo become accustomed to.
Fausta wonders if Daschle will get the same treatment ‘everyday folk’ would get… freeze the bank accounts, seize the house, ruin their lives, you know, the usual.
Trouble like that, well, it just can’t happen to us beautiful people, can it?
The Great Anointed One admits that, perhaps, he chose poorly.
Quoth The One: “I don’t want to send a message to the American people that there are two sets of standards, one for powerful people and one for ordinary folks who are working every day and paying their taxes.” Hello?
Heaven forbid the little people find out there is another set of rules, none of which apply to them. Little trolls, keep running your little habitrail.
I really covet this raise. Can I just legislate it for myself, like they did? $174,000 for a three day workweek. They just gave themselves another raise – to $93,000 each for their petty cash accounts. Petty cash. Yeah, baby! That’s more than the average annual household income of most Americans. Let them eat cake!
/snark
Back to reality – there simply isn’t enough to go around anymore. We’ve slashed and slashed until there isn’t much left to slash. How does a regular person like me make more money? A part-time job will only put me in a higher tax bracket, reducing my net. Same for changing jobs for a higher salary. Do I sell my belongings on eBay? Rent a booth at the flea market? Start blegging here?
And like all the other little people I know, now I get to suffer for the mismanagement of others.
Legislative leaders are saying there is no way to balance the budget without requiring state employees to take a few days off next year without pay.
“You can’t get to $428 million without furloughs,” said Senate President Pro Tem Tommie Williams (R-Lyons) to the AJC. “We’ll look throughout the budget, and those we can furlough, we will.” end box
[...] Other agencies like the University System of Georgia, have been reluctant to start talking about furloughs.
University System Chancellor Erroll Davis told legislative budget writers recently that he’s “philosophically opposed to furloughs.” More than 40,000 of the state’s 100,000 employees work for the University System.
Davis’ comment did not sit well with lawmakers.
“There is a lot of pain that is going to have to be shared in the budget, and they (colleges) are going to have to participate at some point,” [Rep. Ben] Harbin said.
Why? Why ruin my house when you didn’t care enough to take care of yours?
The Anchoress has a great idea for a stimulus bill – using close to the same method that our elected officials use to come up with budgetary amounts.
…Let’s have a stimulus bill with no roundaboutation: Just give every taxpayer, no matter how much they pay or how little, a lump sum of say $67,372.42 Yes, I pulled that number out of my hat, but I’m pretty sure that’s how Mrs. Pelosi and congress do it, too.
Allow people to spend the money or make mortgage payments with it, and eliminate the many, many middlemen who are waiting around to get bailout money they’ll only mismanage, anyway.
There. That’s it. My 1-2-3 stimulus program.
1) Give all taxpayers that amount of money.
2) Make the Bush tax cuts permanent.
3) Make people who don’t pay their taxes pay them.You have a better stimulus plan than what Mrs. Pelosi and the Congress are offering? Feel free to share it.
That would certainly pay for a certain someone’s grad school. But there I go again – thinking of someone else before myself. I’d make a terrible Democrat.
UPDATE: Erick is on the same frequency.
Is Al Gore in Town?
January 15, 2009 at 9:09 am (Edumacashun, Greenhouse THIS, It's all about me Me ME, Jedi Musings, Peach State, Run Away Run Away!)
Dang. It is frightfully cold down here. Usually in the winter, we get a few spikes of freezing weather. A nip here, some ice there, a snow day because 3 flurries flew around in a northern county for 5 minutes, then boom – it’s spring. Several days in a row of sub-zero wind chills are highly unusual. Thank goodness there is no moisture in the air! That results in a whole different subset of car happiness. I absolutely, positively DO NOT DRIVE in that stuff.
Just like houses on the West Coast are built for earthquakes and houses in Miami are built for hurricanes, houses in Georgia are usually built as a sanctuary from the brutal summer heat and humidity. We’ve not used our fireplace in about five years. Furnaces usually run for about four months. I only own one wool sweater (I’m a fleece girl now).
I can’t help but think that perhaps Al Gore is in town. Or maybe he’s used all that money he’s made off of fake carbon-offsets to built a dastardly particle beam gun to point at the atmosphere and wreak havoc with the weather. Or worse yet, maybe he’s died and is hermetically sealed in some top-secret cryo facility. His massive brain refuses to freeze with his body and is casting about like a frantic apparition, causing chaos in the weather models. Remember when Obi-Wan died (the Kenobi, not my brother)? His force was released from his body and he became even more powerful. Hmmmmm. Regardless, just remember the one-and-only cause of bone-numbing cold – it’s the global warming, stupid.
Somewhat aside: Evidently the frigid weather has frozen some brains over at the Georgia Dome. I putter past by the venue twice a day on the long, slow slog to and from work. This morning the outdoor jumbotron read, “Congratulations to the Atlanta Falcons. 11-5 season and a birth in the playoffs.”
Snort. I guess you don’t need no fancy learnin’ to type on that there big sign. The saddest part was this: how many others sitting the traffic around me knew it was incorrect? Or even cared? Or can read/write/speak the Queen’s English to begin with?
Reflective on Reflections
August 11, 2008 at 5:33 pm (Blogs and Blogging, Books, Faith, Good News, Helpful Things, Hope and Sadness, It's all about me Me ME, Jedi Musings, Memories..., Run Away Run Away!)
The Anchoress is having an on-line retreat. Who else could have thought of this? It started yesterday, and at first in my selfish way, I wasn’t going to share. The first meditation is one of my favorites – Listen – and I knew I couldn’t keep her to myself. Be sure to check her post often – the retreat runs all week – for the updates.
In all the noise of the never-ending campaign and news journalistic opinion cycles, you lose your grip on reflection. Inner reflection gets pushed out the yammering external. Home, which used to be a family’s oasis from the outer world, is anything but restful now. Work sucks up more bandwidth than ever. School is grating in its inability to function as an educational facility instead of a money pit. Don’t even get me started on soccer or College Girl’s plate of must-attend-events-now-that-she-is-a-senior. Even church is more demanding. Do this – be here by this – wear this – go here – say this – pay this. Do! Do! Do!. What ever happened to the quiet reflection? Quiet prayer? Quiet study? Just a little quiet, period?
There are many blogs for any iteration of anything you want. Humor, geeks, StarWars, strange dark things, tattoos, gardening, history, airplanes, ships, all flavors of religion, antique photographs, science, politics, music, literature, stuff for sale, even a couple of pretty good shrinks – anything and everything you could ever dream of. That’s why every day is a new day with someone new out in the blogosphere blathering on about their favorite things.
But there is only One Anchoress.
Somehow, she is one of the very first blogs I read, when I ventured out with the question, “What are these blog thingys, anyway?” It had to be Divine Providence – God knew exactly what I needed and stuck right in front of my face. I was hooked from the very first post. I don’t remember which one, but I do remember she mentioned “This House of Brede.” In a million years, and out of a billion blogs, how could I have found the one blog that wrote about that book on that day?
I read “This House of Brede” during high school. Before the movie was made in the late ’70′s with Diana Rigg. My mom gave it to me; probably from her friend V, who was a copious reader and obviously to boost my reading skills. Being raised Protestant, I didn’t understand a lot of the ritual stuff, but I adored the book. This fictional abbey grabbed my heart and never let go. In all the years since, I’ve gravitated toward reading about nuns and convents and cloisters. Women of faith and their walk with God. Something about the PEACE they radiate makes you curious. “Silly girl,” I would be told, “you can’t be a nun. You’re Methodist.” I would think, surely there are Methodist nuns somewhere. And don’t forget, Phillipa converted.
Funny, too, how the nuns whispered of the “stone disease.” I had always loved old churches and cathedrals rather than these new-fangled, inpersonal “multi-purpose worship facilities.” I have the “stone-disease,” too, in a big way.
After reading her for a while, I thought I could do this, too. And so this little blog was born. That makes her my Blog-Mother, for without her, I wouldn’t be here.
So I blogged along and one day she had a silly contest. And silly me, I won it – so she sent me a book. “Saints?”, the proper Baptist hubby sniffed. “Yeah, you should read it,” was the reply. Joseph was my favorite. How much do you know about Joseph? Jesus’s earthly dad; that’s pretty much all. But his hidden life is what speaks volumes of his influence. Again, a mere mortal doing God’s work on earth, quietly and without desire for attention.
For years, she was anonymous. Just this year, we learned her name.
I love retreats. I just never get to go. And if I ever do, I usually have to help with the running of the thing, since hubby probably planned it to begin with. She wrote of a retreat a few years ago where she had to share some retreat space with some jangly Baptist women. This post made me laugh so hard, the tears were rolling down my face. I know the type – and I know how she feels.
We are kindred spirits who have never met. Hopefully, one day we will.
Say It Ain’t So!
June 20, 2008 at 7:53 am (And now for something completely different, Memories..., Peach State, Run Away Run Away!, Sweet Tea For Me, What tha..?)
My grandmother is rolling her grave on this one.
White Lily Flour factory closing (Elizabeth Lee/AJC)
By the end of the month, White Lily Flour, for more than 100 years a staple for biscuits, cakes and pies, will no longer be made in the South.
The flour has been made in the same Knoxville, Tenn., factory for 125 years, where it’s milled to produce the lightest, whitest flour around, one ideally suited for Southern favorites like biscuits. Other flours have higher protein contents, which make them better for sturdier baked goods like breads.
J.M. Smucker, which bought the White Lily brand in 2006 from C.H. Guenther & Sons, will continue making the flour at facilities in the Midwest.
The MIDWEST? Hard winter wheat? Egad.
Buy all the White Lily flour your freezer can hold and hunker down. Southerners have to have their biscuits. Anyone who has ever had a REAL southern biscuit (not those gooey messes that McDonald’s tries to pass off as breakfast fare) knows it is the closest thing to heaven besides a coconut cake from the (now closed) immortal Rich’s Bakery.
First Obama, now this. Surely, Armageddon is upon us.
Clayton County Sue-A-Rama Continues
May 9, 2008 at 9:49 am (America Lost, Bad Manners, Peach State, Politics, Run Away Run Away!, Somebody needs to go back to Charm School, Uncategorized, Village Idiots, War on Terror)
The Clayton County Commissioners are no fools. They can see where the cesspool is heading.
Attorneys for Clayton County commissioners filed a claim Thursday in Atlanta Federal Court seeking protection from legal liability arising from the actions of Sheriff Victor Hill.
[...] The filing alleges that Hill’s “objectionable actions, policies and practices concerning management of the county jail and sheriff’s office personnel negatively impact Clayton County’s reputation and endanger the citizens of Clayton County and the State of Georgia.”
[...] Since that time, Thursday’s filing alleges, “sheriff’s personnel have filed more than 67 appeals and grievances with the county’s civil service board alleging illegal, improper and unethical employment policies and actions.”
My, my…Victor has been busy. And don’t forget he’s running for reelection. I wonder if he will try to strong-arm the results of this election, in typical thug fashion.
What I wonder is at what point does the DOJ (or even DHS) get involved? What a fabulous place for a terrorist sleeper cell to set up its nest…close to the interstate, close to the airport, close to a base, incompetent/uncooperative law enforcement, declining home values/schools/job opportunities (plenty of raw materials for recruitement), the list goes on and on. Victor must be very proud of what he has wrought.
Carpetbaggers and Other Such Foolishness
April 28, 2008 at 8:08 pm (Bad Manners, DimWitDems, Election2008, Fourth Estate, Hope and Sadness, Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, Politics, Run Away Run Away!, Somebody needs to go back to Charm School, Sweet Tea For Me, Uncategorized, Village Idiots)
The Other McCain takes high offense at “the arrogance of infernal Yankeedom” spewed by Michael Hirsch at Newsweek (h/t MVRWC). As usual those doing the spewing have never actually set foot in the South. 
But you knew that…
Anyone who has lived in both North and South can testify to the difference in manners. Southerners are, in general, more friendly and courteous. Visit any commercial establishment in the South — especially the small-town South — and you will be thoroughly sirred and ma’amed and thanked and pleased. While the small-town North lacks the pushy rudeness of Northern cities, even small-town Yankees are less outgoing, their courtesy more formal and less enthusiastic, than in the South.
Yet Hirsch calls the South “savage” and “unsophisticated” — quite true, if patriotism and courage are “savage,” and faith and honor are “unsophisticated.”
Such savages! We live in caves and eat raw meat cooked over fires. Ride our livestock to market and make our own spears. Does that mean I get to break out the Xena outfit? My husband would be happy with that. The most savageness anybody sees ’round these here parts is the fit I’m about to throw because Wee Highlander has deemed himself way too cool and above such mundane chores as cutting the grass. Cut the meadow, BEFORE it blooms, is my motto.
Now I don’t want to offend my dear pals in NY and NJ and other such parts that were considered sister states in the Original Thirteen, but this little weasel needs to be taken out behind the woodshed and given a thorough lesson in decorum with one of those Southern specialties – a privett switch. ‘Bout 18 inches long, ’bout a half inch thick. That oughta make an impression he won’t soon forget.
Which brings me to the next topic, one I’ve been loath to even bring up. This mess stirred up by Rev. “God D*$# America” Wright and Al “Kill the Cops” Sharpton. And where is Obama during all this? Hiding behind Michelle, because America is soooo mean? He “started the dialogue.” And has probably single-handedly set race relations in the US back 30 years. Now isn’t that something to be proud of? I thought he was on a mission to overcome racial tensions and heal our every wound. If he can’t control these two blowhard media whores – how do you think he’ll handle a pushy dictator or, heaven forbid, a nuclear crisis? Way to build the electorate’s confidence up there, Scooter.
UPDATE: Confederate Yankee hits the nail on the head.
A man of few accomplishments to support his rhetorical promises, no proven leadership skills, and a past, present, and future filled with radicals more interested in fighting America than fighting for it, Barack Obama is not a candidate America can trust.
UPDATE II: Over at GM’s Corner, Mr. Roper himself gives Rev. Wright the apology he so desperately demands from folks who mostly didn’t have anything to do with things that happened 200 years ago. But what’s a few centuries for a race-baitin’ politician wannabee?
Dear Reverend Wright,
I would like to take this time to offer to you, an esteemed preacher of the gospel my sincerest apology. I apologize for having been born white and for being related to other white folk. I apologize for my ancestors that owned slaves even if I don’t know of any. I apologize abjectly that African Blacks and African Muslims captured a number of other African Blacks and sold them into slavery. I apologize from the bottom of my heart that people that I didn’t know enslaved people that you didn’t know from a country that you have never lived in brought ancestors that you never met to a country that has given more people freedom to say the things that you like to say and give them the full backing of the constitution to say them. And I’m most sincerely sorry that you are such an idiot and such a bombastic stuffed shirt who has made so much money that you have chosen to live in the upper reaches of middleclassness.Sincerely,
GM Roper
There you go.
A Gold & White Transfusion
April 1, 2008 at 1:28 pm (And now for something completely different, DawgNation, Edumacashun, It's all about me Me ME, North Avenue Trade School, Run Away Run Away!, What tha..?)
By Walter Geiger, Editor & Publisher, Barnesville Herald-Gazette
I’ve had a change of heart.
Call it a midlife crisis or middle age metamorphosis but I feel a transformation taking place in my body.
My formerly Red & Black blood has been replaced with a transfusion of gold and white. It began with the heartbreak of Georgia’s shellacking of Hawaii in the Sugar Bowl and coursed stronger when Georgia Tech announced the hiring of Paul Johnson with his brilliant offensive mind.
Then, Georgia finished the season in the top three in all the major polls. Tech’s pole is located at the Pink Pony. So are its cute coeds.
Game day has become a chore in Athens. Parking is at premium. Many of the prime tailgating spots have been sold to the highest bidder and God forbid you should step on a sidewalk with an adult beverage in hand.
Meanwhile, on the flats, you park where you please – for a fee – and step over the drunken homeless folks who litter the sidewalk. Kickoff time is whenever you can get there – a plus for those of us with hectic schedules.
I have always had a thing for those short-sleeved dress shirts with the ink stained plastic pocket protector and clip-on tie so I took all my red Polos and my Blackout hoodie to the landfill.
Larry Munson is just too sedate with the play-by-play so I am going with the live wire that is Wes Durham.
My alma mater – Montgomery County High School – ran the wishbone offense back in the early 1970s. Now that the legendary Chan Gailey has strolled into the sunset with his stellar 44-32 record, Johnson is bringing the wishbone back to college football where it has not seen the Sun since J.C. Watts called the shots at Oklahoma.
Sure, Gailey was 0-6 against Georgia but that was just a blip on the radar. Tech Total People overlook that math, preferring to concentrate on complex algorithms that allow for bridges to fall into rivers.
That is the higher plane to which I shall aspire.
I just don’t think Matthew Stafford, Knowshon Moreno and Caleb King can hang with Calvin Booker and Jonathan Dwyer this fall. Truth be known, I want to paint my chest, don that ultra cool wig and cavort in the end zone at Grant Field like the lumbering Yellow Fellow with Keith Richards’ penchant for partying and expense account.
Who cares about hosting Tennessee, Georgia-Florida weekend in Jacksonville, the SEC title game and a possible shot at the national championship when your home schedule includes key, intersectional match-ups with Jacksonville State and Gardner-Webb.
Now that I’ve made up my mind to go with the new blood flow, I have acquired strange new abilities.
I broke down and completely repaired the faulty pencil sharpener at the office.
I discovered a plethora of Star Trek ringtones for my cell phone.
I have the strange desire to have a dermatologist restore pimples to my face in time for the next tickle pile.
And, I have put in for a spot on the overnight shift at 7-11 where I can log into headquarters in Sri Lanka and do IBM systems support between robberies and carjackings.
If I get that gig, ya’ll can audition for this one.
April Fool!
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