I've Been Neglecting You

This will be my final word on John Edwards.

Site to Peruse

Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians

includes Norm Coleman







Mitch McConnell
and Kevin Bacon

It's Not The Weekend Food Post

I'm looking for recipes for roasted potatoes. It isn't that I don't know how to make them but I'm bored with the same old thing. I trip over this by Nigella Lawson. Not the recipe. The ingredients. For ROASTED potatoes.

* 6 lbs medium potatoes
* 2 tablespoons semolina
* 2 cups goose fat

Nuf said.

Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator

Yeah, it's tacky. Your point?

If I had been born to Sarah Palin my name would be Stepper Choke Palin.

I bet you can't wait to find yours.

(h/t to LGM)

Oh, The Horror!! The Humanity!

Meryl Streep and ABBA in the same movie -- Mamma Mia for those of you who sensibly don't follow popular culture.

Please, if you have any compassion in you hope for my sake that there is never a television commercial. If I trip over one I won't be responsible for my actions.

Try As I Might

I can't find a good reason to post this picture. But it cracks me up while representing everything that is wrong with modern civilization. Caption if you dare.

A Challenge

This is a test of your intestinal fortitude, of your toughness. You will be pitted against John McCain's supporters. Can you get to the end? Can you stand it?

I Love the Smell of Napalm In the Morning

Vicki Iseman and Our President, pre 2002

Two weeks after graduating from IUP with a degree in elementary education, Iseman joined a friend in Washington and was hired as a receptionist. With only a few months’ experience on the job, she said she “walked into my boss’s office [the president of the company] and said, ‘You don’t really know me, but I answer the phones. I’m a college graduate and I’d like you to consider me for a secretarial or an administrative position.’” He agreed to try her out for three months. Within a year she became his special assistant.

IUP Magazine

I Was Undecided Until Today

Genuinely undecided. I'd flip flop back and forth, found it difficult to decide if I was more pissed off at Senator Clinton or Senator Obama. Yes, the are both acceptable. But I couldn't stick with either. I'd start to develop an attachment to one of them and they'd do something obnoxious or politically stupid as hell. And stupid won't beat the Republicans. But I vote on Tuesday so it was time to make a decision.

So today I went to see the Big Dog. I thought it was fair to give him a chance to charm me into voting for her. She couldn't charm a sick snake, so I figured it was her best shot. I thought I'd go see Michelle tomorrow. See, I really believe that the people around the candidate are every bit as important as the candidate. Her crew left a lot to be desired, but they were all seasoned folk who I could stand, Mark Penn excepted. His crew are mostly decent, a bit more peaceful and smarter than hers, but that's splitting hairs. So it seemed to come down to what else I could figure out about them.

The big dog still loves the applause. It's still all about him. The war doesn't seem to exist. He tells me that her best ideas are just continuations of his policies, like health care and a balanced budget.

He really never missed going for an applause line, no matter how cheap, even when he was in the middle of one of those wonkrades. Oh, I already said it's all about him, didn't I? Well there is that liar thing. You know that story she tells about meeting three nurses who couldn't caucus for her because they had to work? I've heard her tell it half a dozen times. When he tells it there are six nurses. There is no need to embelish. It doesn't add to the story. It's like he can't help it.

He isn't charming, he's cloying and egomanacial. He wants approval much too badly, a most unattractive quality. I left before he was done, couldn't stand any more.

This isn't fair you say? She's running, not him? My conclusion is that her judgement is impaired. If she falls for that crap of his, her judgement about other people is likely to be flawed as well.

It's Obama.

eeeeewwwww, EEEEWWWWWWW

Romney was wearing an open-necked ivory-white guayabera

Meanwhile Kathleen Kennedy Townsend,

the worst campaigner in the history of the Kennedy family, supports Senator Clinton. Trying to make something out of that is really quite pitiful. (She's the one on the far left -- of the picture only.)

Year End Wishes

This started as an end-of-year "don't" list. As I meandered through possible entrants I found that it is actually just a "I don't ever want to think about that again" list. I hope the beings that control my universe accept my year of good karma as an offering and shield my eyes from the following:

5. General Petraeus, otherwise known as "Peaches."

4. Some poor corporation that might lose a tiny bit in profits if it is treated like everybody else. The proof is left to the student.

3. The five Romney brothers. Seriously people, who wants to be reminded that the least sexual candidate ever, Willard Romney, did what needs to be done to make those babies. I never want to be reminded again. It does really bad things to my libido.

2. The earth is 6,000 years old. Actually this covers more than it seems. I am sick to death of pretending that I am respectful of folks' ridiculous notions because somehow they are attached to a notion called "faith." The idea that their notions are strongly believed seems to mean that I have to tolerate arguments about silly ideas being taught in school or arguments about government involvement in my medical decisions. Just stop it.

1. Announcements written on peoples' asses. They are all wretched but I find the curved pink sparkly letters and the writing on the asses of three year olds especially aggregious. Please make it stop.

Bloggy Goodness

I was scanning the blog's statistics, something I rarely do, and I discovered my very favorite. Somebody found this blog after doing a Google search on "penis stiffner." He was from Alabama. I bet he was disappointed.