Today's news brought the government takeover of Fortis in the Netherlands. The B and B bank in Britain, and a real estate bank in Germany who had scooped up a subsiduary bank deeply involved in the mortgage deals in America, so they became more or less insolvent.
Investment people all, and hey, they didn't see it coming, you know... Bail me out, bail me out, heeellllp!!!! Well fuck them!
If I had any money, I would withdraw and put it in the mattress....
Herrgottnochmal, anyone who had any idea would have taken measures THREE YEARS AGO, the smart bloggers were out there screaming their keyboards off. But greed is fun, seemingly.
And we get to pay for it, the small taxpayers. Well, that is just dandy...
As to sewer covers... Why do they put them a centimeter above the pavement? Am developing a cataract in my right eye, and can not distinguish shades of grey or white in the dark. And I went out to get a sandwich at the turkish place across the street last night, at twilight. And moved aside to let an African go by, caught my foot on a sewer cover, and went crashing to the sidewalk. Because I didn't see it. Again. Just scraped my knee. I think it is time to see my eye doctor, this is getting ridiculous.
And just for the record.... I have alway been clumsy. And tripped over things that weren't there to people of normal perception, but I didn't fall down. It's been a running joke for decades... 'Just call me 'grace'..' But those sewer covers... Summunabitch....
Banks again... and why do sewer covers hate me?
Election results... Ouch...
The Christian Socialists in Germany lost their majority rule for the first time in 45 years. That was fairly 'heavy'. They had an internal split in the party, gave the main jobs to two oldies instead of one, and tanked. I kept telling Peter, 'my gawwd, Statler and Waldorf on the Muppet Show!... But no, he told me I was being bösartig, which means sarcastic and mean.... He isn't conservative, but I can still shock him-- (smile)
But most of the runaways went to splinter parties, and it looks a right mess...
Our national elections brought surprises as well. The conservative Xtrians bleld. As well they should have. The socialists lost points as well. People ran away to splinter parties. What is frightening is that 30 per cent of the voters voted for the two way-right parties, the hate mongerers, the ones who stir up dangerously horrible ideology. And those two parties were once one, but they split, thank whomever.... But they are dangerous.
They concentrated on making people fearful, and even more xenophobic than they were before. With a nationalist conciousness. One of them, the guy with the funny blue eyes, said HE wants to be chancellor, as his party is the third strongest, and he thinks it is possible, because the DWARF, Chancellor Schüssel did it from the third best postion after the elections. God, or whomever help us.
I just can't figure it out. But if you get starved enough, and every week your grocery bills increase so that you even REALISE you are getting ripped off, you get angry. Very angry. Add a bit of anger about immigrants, and you get a very dangerous mix. To quasi-quote a couple of people on a main-line newspater today, they want to pack their suitcases and get the fuck out of here.
That there are other options seemingly doesn't occur to them. And then they get dangerous.
Israel has already said they want to cut off diplomatic connections with us if one of the right-wing parties get into the government... There is the historical context to consider, and believe me, they never let up. Which is sometimes good, but sometimes they are paranoid.
Oh it's tons of fun....
Not.
We lost a real Democrat... Paul Newmann
But I only saw him once, up close and personal. He was standing at the bus stop in front of the bank next door. And I thought, no, cannot be... 'Why the hell would Paul Newman be waiting for a BUS, hey..
But it was. Paul Newman standing at the bus stop. As far as I know, he was doing something for the democratic party. He was always quiet about what he did. But I think he did a lot....
Those eyes, and the kindness inside. And people across a four lane street stated yelling, 'LUKE! LUKE! LUKE!' But didn't mob or bother him. (His last hit had played there, Cool Hand Luke.)
People in NH are sort of reticent when it comes to celebriuties But I saw the face, and looked into those wonderful eyes....
And he was wonderful. What a loss.....
Oh yeah, he wasn't waiting for a bus, by the way. this big limo came up and took him in and Joanne Woodward was in it.
Sad. So who is gonna be third?
Life SUCKS.
Uh HUH... Elections here and there...
We got to watch the undiluted full debate from last night this morning.
McSame came across as your usual Rethug bitch. Oooo.... testy... prickly, and so many references to 'Hey I was IN a war', it sounded like he liked it or something. Maybe he's a masochist. But his record doesn't show him helping soldiers now, oh no, on the contrary...
He was condescending in his words, and the smirk.... I will bet you five dollars he got a two-day crash course in learning that from Dumbya, a ten-thousand dollar one over a weekend, with Jeff Gannon as coach.
Arrogance. Just arrogance.
Barry was ok. He got his approach across. He remained unruffled. His ideas don't knock my socks off, but he was good.
Someone on Daily Kos went into nirvana that he was prepared for McSame's 'showing off the armband thing' 'Don't let my son have died in vain', and Obama showed HIS armband, and said the woman told him, 'Don't let any mother go what I am going through.' Tja, good counterpunch.
So I guess they know what they are doing, and McSame is going to tank..... (i hope, i hope, i hope...)
Tomorrow, we have national elections where I live. Last time, the state elections, I had some fun with the campaign posters on my blog.... This time they are so boring, you just pass by, and they are out there on the square....
Picture a lot of old men's faces with empty bubbles pointing to their mouths. As in comic books.
Vote for this guy, he's presentable. He doesn't have any IDEAS, but hey, he's cute. (The Socialists. They forgot to tell us he has a nerd voice like MacSame's, but what the hell.) I'm reliable. (the Greens.) The Conservatrive Christians are going to win. They presented clear concepts, ideas which speak to the general public, and they are right on target. No one else seems to HAVE ideas. Just a face, a good one, and you are supposed to vote for them.
I would REALLY like to meet the person in charge of the Socialist's ad campaign. And destroy him or her forever. If I didn't know any better, I would be screaming 'Sabotage!' at the moment, and get really REALLY grouchy and a bit verbally violent.... A bitch slap for stupidity wouldn't be bad either. FIRE that person for incompetence! Just sayin'... Or don't any of you have any ideas any more??????
The other parties are right radical. 'Oh, we gotta 'protect' our fucking 'homeland' and Austrians first. Uh-Huh. And I keep wondering: 'from WHOM?' No one ever thereatens me....
So yes, tomorrow I go and vote. Oh joy.... My X doesn't go to any of the above.
'Nuff said.....
And did I mention that the party that will win had blocked unions between people of the same sex, and refused to give them equal rights? And trhat the EU is gonna come down on them sometime, and MAKE them recognise that? I might live to see it...
Inform yourselves, make your decisions, and make your x'es. Voting is important, and a duty, and a privilege.
I lost someone very dear to me this week...
An 'uncle' who wasn't blood uncle. Who taught me so much about music while he was going stone deaf. And who gave me so much....
Adrian. Wherever you are.... Thank you. Thank you so much.
I so wish you could hear agan.... wherever you are...
Ren....
The Telephone Again....
rang at close to 11 pm. Of course I thought it was an emergency.....
But no, it was something nice... Alex in California..... Oh my......
I've only seen him personally three times in my life. I was very close friends with his late lover, Mark, and he passed on long ago, was like a younger brother for me. I was the first person he called when Mark died, holding him dead on the couch, and telling me he was gone.
But Alex never let the connection fade away. He calls once or twice a year. And there was his voice tonight, all over me like hot soup, and the caring, and the concern.... Alex is a very special man. And of course, it was 'can I help you? Can I do this, can I do that?'
Spontaneous, caring, yup, that is Alex. And he can be bat-shit crazy in a good way, as I learned when we all spent a week in Vienna. We had a good chat on the phone. It sort of cancelled the other one for the moment.
So isn't it odd, hey... You meet someone only three times in your life, and the connection remains strong, and the friendship is 'there', and all you need is to hear that voice, and it makes you feel better despite all the shit going on in your life. And he has a very good sense of perception. 'Hey, Ren, you're a people person, get out of the house.'
So I think I can go back to sleep now....
Some things can be providential, you know?
And Alex, wherever you are right now.... thank you.
Relations and relationships.... AAAAARRRGGGH!
Yes, am slightly hysterical. You would be as well.
I got woken out of a sound sleep per handy and my normal telephone.
The Handy stuff was shit. The normal telephone was Peter, and he sent me into regions I never thought I would reach.
He found his paternal grandparents. Good gaaawd, hey. They are over ninety!
Now that is a lonnng story, Peter and his paternal side. His father was a concert pianist, and got sent to entertain the troops during the invasion in Poland before he was born. And died in a traffic accident. His parents were basically snobs, and never ever wanted to have anything to do with their grandson, because his mother wosn't in the right 'caste'. He so often tried to contact his paternal side of the family, and they denied him everything. Didn't want to know who he was, really....
They had a daughter, his aunt he never knew, and she left her stuff to him. In the Eighties, as an apology of sorts. It was a good sum, and he stupidly misinvested it and lost it all. On the stock market. Sound familiar?
And now he has the chuzpe to contact his grandparents, and want his 25% of his father's inheritance.
I could fucking spit BLOOD, right now.
I do not want to know what goes on in that insulin damaged brain of his.
I KNOW what is like to be rejected by family members.
But to hit on nonagenarians like that is really disgusting.
I have my animosities, but nothing would ever bring me to that.
I'd rather starve in the street.
Al Bundy and Co....
Two days ago I was crossing the square, and someone behind me referred to a local person as 'your typical Al Bundy.'
Upon which I shuddered inwardly.
And then remembered, my father enjoys watching 'Two and a half Men', and was doubtful it was on the programming here....
And yes, have seen a couple of episodes, but it loses in the translation. The series are always dubbed.
The first time I saw 'Married With Children' was a year before the Berlin Wall fell. Was visiting there, and it was running on the Air Force AFN network. My friend said, 'You have GOT to see this!' I was horrified.
'Married With Children' went into German programming, and was and is still a hit. The German title is 'A Terribly Nice Family'. And they repeat all seven seasons Over and Over and Over, and I am not always sure what that does for the perceptions of what people here think the average US family is like, you know? When Peter first saw the series, he kept asking me, 'are they really LIKE that????' (This after having met many of my family and friends.... ouch.) And I would snap at him: 'It's SATIRE, Peter, SATIRE! And leave me alone.'
He gets it now during it's n'th re-run.
'Roseanne' is another series that some people seemingly can't get enough of. I found it wonderful. Peter hates it. She is too fat, and vulgar. He said. But he laughs. I think it was a series that was all of one piece, about a normal, struggling family, with some hilarious stuff in it. It wass daring in its' themes, it reeked of truth, and was wonderful. They told it like it is, if you are trying to struggle from the lower middle class. I could identify. The final season puzzled me, but the last episode was so wonderful, tying up all the story lines, and that last camera shot brought me to tears. It runs and runs and runs.
Malcolm in the Middle is another hit. But so crazy.
'The King of Queens' is Peter's favorite. I don't get it. He thinks Kevin James is hilarious. (Whaaa?) Also running forever.
And then there is 'The Nanny'. Running longer than any of them. The day I realised that the grandmother was Carol Channing, I nearly fell out of my chair for shock.
'Home Improvement' is a staple. Bill Cosby is a staple.
Not to worry, we get a lot of other series also, but just once.
The ones above have been running for nearly a decade.
They are the staples, and people seem to want to see them over and over and OVER.
And 'Al Bundy' becomes a code word for a terrible American?
That one hurt.
Most people do not UNDERSTAND satire... This I know for sure.
But the fact is... most Americans are sort of boring. Most. Not all. The 'majority' abhor 'culture', for instance. They think it is faggy. Or something. Oh well, do not want to get off on a rant.
What I am trying to impart is: I think that the success of these series have contributed to a very distorted view of what America is like, because they have no reference to what it is really about. Oh, they are not so stupid, but if you rinse and repeat, it leaves a lasting impression.
All in all, I can't do anything about it. But the effect doesn't make me happy when all it leads to is a distorted view of what Americans are like.
So the US send us distorted versions of how we perceive them and that is not goood.
It bothers me muchly....
Chuzpe...
Is when you kill your parents, and then plead for understanding in a court because you are an orphan... I'm not sure who said that, it was a long time ago. A stand-up comic, but we call htem Kabaratisten.
That word has fallen with regard to the US over here today, and very strongly...
Ok, not that word, but 'arrogance', and 'who the fuck do they think they are???!!!'
I couldn't find the right links, because this was two days ago, I broke a molar, and was in pain, and can't find the links.
They want US to help pay off the debts that incompetent Wall Street brokers incurred. And the terrible Angela Merkel, you know, the chancellor of Germany, the one who got a surprise massage from Dumbya, she read the riot act. NO WAY.... She is pissed off at the US and Britain as well.
But that tone went right through all the ranks in the media as well.
WHERE, please, do WE get off, paying for the greed and stupidity of US investors, and get threats if we do not?
That is pure Dumbya, spreading animosity world-wide, the ass....
If I had opened a store or whatever, and tanked it, I would have been on my own....
And very badly off, but then, I shouldn't have done that, right?
These people take other people's money, tank, and walk away with their 'profits'.... scott free.
Chuzpe.
Sometimes I get really disgusted....
The dumbest bank in Germany....
Well, who would have thought we are heading for a world-wide depression....
What fun.
Whee...
So where is all these Billions of dollars to save the rich coming from, I wish to ask....
I don't understand SHIT about world economics, because the US conveniently removed that from the curriculum when I got to school in the Fifties. Because the Russians were gonna invade and put our parents into internment camps, and 're-educate' them. Uh-huh. I later found the source she had.... Reader's Digest. And of course we LOVED it. Boring topic? 'Hey, tell us about the Russians....'
I have a cousin who went to a private school, and economics was on the schedule.
I tried to educate myself later. I did. I still don't understand it.
You trust some stranger to put your hard-earned money or inheritance into some sort of 'investment' with a chance of a quick gain, and then you get 'OOPsie Made a mistake, and you don't get doodly squat, because I am ollly olly home free...' Right. And there is nothing you can do about it.
Well, have been there.
Not myself, but close enough to home.
If people are so light-headed as to trust their money to people they do not know, and expect a fortune, well, darlin's, I can just as well go to the local casino, and play red-black all night. At least I get a fifty-fifty chance. Which I do not do either.
Es ist ein abgekartetes Spiel. Which means the cards are stacked against you...
I really do not know why people DO things like that with their money.
And the skeery thing about it? The local news stations carry advertising which come down to 'invest, invest, INVEST'. Right. Throw good money after bad....
All in all, fairly creepy. Thanks to Dumbya, and McCain, who rescinded oversight, but hey, he got himself a super-rich if drug-addled wife.
Isn't life just grand... I hope they lose 11 of their 12 houses so that he has to LOOK at her every day...
Fashion contrasts....
Sunday was fun.... more or less... I had overlooked the fact that there was a big party in town. I had thought it was next weekend....
When I first arrived here, people, about forty per cent at my estimate, used to dress up in national tradtional clothes every day. That disappeared in the 80's. So now, there is one day a year when everyone dresses in traditional clothing, and get rowdy downtown. No, the kayaks have nothing to do with it. They were out in bad weather, showing off.
The couple on the stage were part of a fashion show and just celebrated their 20th anniversary. The rest was sort of odd. Especially if you aren't dressed like everyone else.... And then it rained, so I went home and didnt party...
Oh... I got invited upstairs... to the attic...
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My neighbors set up a studio there, you see, to practice. And am cool with it...
So I sot asked to sit in on a jam session this evening. I learned that what you see isn't always what is...
The kids are amazing. What they are trying to do is so different from anything I have heard, it is odd, but I like it.
The guy with the guitar is a profi.
Whatever....
Life is a roller-coaster... Not always so much fun, however....
And now that the photos are up... well now you know why there are days when I feel Very very ooooollllld....
I AM... in absolute Grinch mode, so just scroll on by
Nope, not politics. Nope, Not PTS... (post testosterone syndrome with the estrogens taking over...) Just fucking grouchy.
It didn't get light today. As in sunshine. We don't GET that before November....
I woke up at nine am and thought it was nine p.m. the night before.... and was tired and cranky.
My left foot hurts. I twisted it badly in June, and it still hurts. My doctor wants to send me to have it x-rayed. Ohhh, terrific idea. It is the bloody TENDONS, I roller-skated and KNOW. BUT.... if you have to get a 106 Kilo person out of and into a wheelchair once or twice a week and have to be as klutzy as I am, you put the weight on the bad foot where it doesn't belong, and it 'insults' the injury. Oh yes, Preciousses...
So I go ballistic. I 'know' my body, and don't make nasty jokes....
But no, that is not why I am a grouch. I can take a lot of abuse... No, the Germans sent me off the charts for, 'Whaaaa!????' I worked there three months, and it would add to the time for getting a pension, and what do they DO???? First I get a form to fill out, ok. THEN they want to know about my education, because it could go against )))Paragraph 58[[[ whatever THAT is...
I haven't heard one thing from the pension people.
And THEN, I got a letter from the local income tax ministry, saying that my income last year was unclear, and gave me a multiple choice for reasons. I worked for more than one company, was in the army, got extra revenues from being ill, etc. And no 'none of the above' box. And a form to fill out.
WHAAAAA?
Of COURSE the fucking Amis haven't confirmed the ten years I worked there.. yet... I only applied in March...
And I can get some financial help for my rent. But I have to have a valid passport, and mine isn't so I began that fucking journey to nowhere....
Peter has finally gotten the go on an appartment with a ramp up to it, but the bath and wc need to be adjusted. So he needs three estimates from three different firms for them to decide who does it.
WHY the fuck do I want to rip the rest of my hair out of my head and be a skin, huh?
And my neighbor just called and wants me to show him something about his pc.
Can anybody fucking scream for me?
Insane, am going insane, hanging in the air with no safety net.
We are in the middle of a thunderstorm.... so Unnatural Disasters...
Not your bang-crash one with hail. Just a thunderstorm. Jack and Joe came out of the rain into the stairwell, but are out again...
But I logged in top the nets to see what Ike is doing. The AP was so sappy, I would have like to slap the person who wrote it.
Unnatural weather conditions. I guess no one likes to feel helpless when mother nature decides to be mean.... Especially when you don't read the signs right, and are naive....
I saw one hurricane, it was still between Cat 1 and 2 when it hit in the late Fifties..... But it sufficed to make me wary forever... First the wind went one way, then it got deadly still, and bingo, it was windy in the other direction, and destroyed drees that the first stage didn't.
Later, in the Seventies, I was busy opening up a drive-in movie place, big one. Checking the speakers. And the light went 'funny'. Yellowish. And this little wind came up, and all of a sudden, I saw these little swirls out of the dirt, forming tiny funnels. It was creepy. And then I looked to the right in the west, and there was a freaking tornado moving south. It didn't do much damage other than to the woods outside of the city. And it was in an area..... well we NEVER got tornadoes....
Have experienced three light earthquakes. The first was in Venice. I was in the Doge's Palace, and the floor started vibrating. As in 'scarily vibrating'. And I thought, 'wow, this place isnt as solid as it looks!' Next day? I learned a new word: Terramoto. Earthquake. Later was on vacation in Salerno, alone, and my hotel was a block from the beach. I wanted to cross the street and prominade on the prominade. And nearly lost my balance, and almost fell down. And I thought, what the FUCK???? Next day, the papers. Terramoto. Tja., swell. A week later they got a big one. Wrecked the town. The third, was where I live. There is a fault a mountain chain away. And Peter's late best friend was living up on the 11th floor of an appartment building, and called us, saying, did you GET that? His chandelier was of the charts for swinging... We didn't notice, being one half-flight up.
So what shall I say? I HATE weather. And I DO NOT like SURPRISES.
Yes, you can WISH for peace and harmony, and all that.... but WEATHER and geographical conditions can kill you every time. If you don't watch out....
So for my friend who gets irritated if I go off the charts when things 'happen', I have been there in mini versions, and do not need the maxi's. And if I see DANGER to people I love, It upsets me...
Meet my new neighbors.... Jack and Joe
WHAAA? Nationalisation? Socialists In Murka!
Where is Dumbya? I thought he was supposed to be protecting everyone, and keeping them safe from Socialist ideas, which are the same as Communist ideas, you know...
Where is he, by the way? Out drinking that beer with every Rethug macho in America?
Oh, well seems he is not important but still doing damage.
It is about the national takeover of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, of course....
Which made the international stock markets SOAR today..... How nice for them....
Tja, 'The Winner Takes It All'. But I know that if I were to ever buy a house and take out
motgage on it... I wouldn't choose a firm with names like Fannie Mae or Freddie Mac.. It would creep me out too much.
Tja, 'The Winner Takes It All'....
What can you say.
TRex hits it out of the park, hey
And brought me to tears of laughter, even though it isn't funny, at base....
It is just a You Tube clip, and a lot of people won't recognise where it comes from, but it is from a wonderfully odd, and thought-provoking film from 2001 that has become cult since, although it didn't do well back then. 'Donny Darko'.
It begins in real time, with Reagan vs. Dukakis, and shortly after there is an accident. And the hero of the story, Jake Gyllenhall (sp?) becomes the saviour of the world. It is about parallel universes, time travel, the weirdest, most wonderful things. The first time you see it, you get to the end titles, and think, 'Whaa????' But it sticks with you. And then you can see it over and over.
One of the figures in the film is a ditz of a Reganesgue supporter, a gym teacher who is into family values, whatever THEY are, and in this parallel universe, is driving the mother of the hero into dispair. Except she gets caught up with this cult guy (Patrick Swayze), who gets outed as a pedophile, and she wants to talk Donnie's mom into accompanying their daughters to a talent competition in LA because he HAS to be innocent, and all, and she wants to defend him. The girl group in the film have the name Sparkle Motion.
That is the reference to the clip TRex posted. That actress was fantastic, btw, and it was a brilliant idea he had.
I know, having to explain it all killls the punch line. And Donnie Darko isn't so much cult there as it is here. But very much worth watching. So take a look. The context hit me as hilarious.
Thank whomever that the Theropod is baaaack!
So go look...
Am not off the charts for correctness this evening...
But when I wish to help a friend wo has no electricty thanks to fucking Gustav, and then get a google site that KNOWS my credit card number and details, I go ballistic.
I only use that card for ordering dvd's per Amazon.
Like twice a year.
So how did Google get it?
And yes, it is about helping someone. I know what being without electricty is like.
Be careful what you do with your data.
I'd have a lot more to say, but am speechless.
Well, how many ways can you say you are disappointed?
It has been a bad week.
A very bad week.
The worst moment came when this really interesting political science guy said that Insane will win the election. Today, after Mickey Mouse on helium gave his 'speech' I freaked.
No WAY. no way....
Well, for the rest of the world, business as usual. But if that fucker wins, get a bunker.
Rethugs continued...
My venerable father seems to be surprised that I would watch anything from the rethug convention. They seemingly give him indigestion. And asked me if I didn't KNOW there is an off button on the remote control thingy.
Well, you can't rebut something if you do not know what the other side is talking about or their attack plan. Where I worked, we had a guest who lived on the premeses over twenty years. And she always said: 'You have to KNOW the enemy's language to avoid unpleasant surprises.' Yeah, she was eccentric, and a hell of a lot of fun. But that wasn't so crazy.....
So if I have to watch that drivel, I don't eat beforehand, and not have hard objects to throw at the tee-vee, because I might want to watch something else later on, you know?
Because of the time difference, the important speeches are always at four a.m. And NO, I do not get up to watch them. I get the short version between 9 and 11 a.m. with a very good channel, and excellent analysis.
So I checked the 'liberal' blogs at 7 a.m. Did some chores.... And was able to see.... the cobra!
Oooo... skeery. There was venom all over the place. And I haven't seen a bee-hive like that since the Sixties when I roller-skated. Reading about her political record so far, oh yes, she is awesome. Awesomely bad. And lied about a dozen times in her speech. Americablog is all over that, go read.
But I missed the content. And having the father to be of her seventeen year old daughter get roped into being clean-cut and getting to go to the convention? (Sniff... sniff...) Shotgun wedding anyone? And THEY were the ones that brought the kids into it, so they have no right to bitch if the media finds them targets.
The political science prof was good. 'Good presentation, no content. But she is media present, and that is good for her.'
Yes, so they get one more shot at trying to tell the Murkin people what they want to make better.
And you know what? They won't be able to do it.
I smell 'crash and burn'.
Do not want to be picky, but the voices of those two.... He sounds like he's on a constant dosage of helium, and she sounds... well do not want to say, but I KNOW that fucking voice.
So it sounds like Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Wimps.
I'm going to have so much FUN tomorrow. Mimicking mister Insane... I can do it if I go falsetto.
What to we get next? 'We're going to MARS, bitchez''?
Oh yeah, I forgot. Dumbya already did that.
VENUS? He looks at ass enough....
Oh, the Rethug convention....
We got tortured on the tee-vee with the full ten minute speech of Sen. LIE-bermann on the German tv today. Now I know what being a POW is. Under the superficial excuse of crossing all boundaries, that ASSHOLE induced vomiting. Just when I hear his voice, I get to hyper-ventilating....
And when I HEAR McInsane's voice, I go off the charts for fingernails on the chalkboard. Mickey Mouse in interrogation, hey..... Or does he have to do a lot of helium before he gets out there? Inquiring minds want to know.
They spared us hearing Fred Thompson's speech.
As to Mrs. Palin.... well, seems I got my thing wrong, maybe.... I linked to whom I trusted, but we all make mistakes....
But there seems to be a steady stream of things coming out which make her into the biggest right-wing nut-case I have ever heard of. And that is going some....
We shall see. No apologies yet....
Having to look at the Rethug convention is like having to get a forced diahrretic. With cayenne pepper in it.
Who needs that shit? And although we don't have smellovision... I smell flop-sweat.
And oh, yes.... Stepford Wife Laura! Whooo.... Her eyes sparkled so much she HAD to have taken three Xanaxes, just to get up there and say.... nothing.
That takes courage. The dreaded Barbara was in the audience, looking like George Washington, and Poppy looked like a wax figure, but am not surprised. He looked sort of dead already.
So let's hear it for the crooks and liars, thugs and thieves who made Murika less than great these past years.
whooo- rahhhh.
Am going to throw up now...
Slime rules, and I nearly threw up.... Holy Joe....
We got tortured on the tee-vee with the full ten minute speech of Sen. LIE-bermann on the German tv today. Now I know what being a POW is. Under the superficial excuse of crossing all boundaries, that ASSHOLE induced vomiting. Just when I hear his voice, I get to hyper-ventilating....
And when I HEAR McInsane's voice, I go off the charts for fingernails on the chalkboard. Mickey Mouse in interrogation, hey..... Or does he have to do a lot of helium before he gets out there? Inquiring minds want to know.
They spared us hearing Fred Thompson's speech.
As to Mrs. Palin.... well, seems I got my thing wrong, maybe.... I linked to whom I trusted, but we all make mistakes....
But there seems to be a steady stream of things coming out which make her into the biggest right-wing nut-case I have ever heard of. And that is going some....
We shall see. No apologies yet....
Having to look at the Rethug convention is like having to get a forced diahrretic. With cayenne pepper in it.
Who needs that shit? And although we don't have smellovision... I smell flop-sweat.
And oh, yes.... Stepford Wife Laura! Whooo.... Her eyes sparkled so much shge HAD to have taken three Xanaxes, just to get up there and say....
Palin and family values....
The General published this. And I know he wouldn't if he weren't certain.
So why was she talking about breast pumps at her nomination?
Her DAUGHTER'S child takes care of it. The baby.
We already saw this meme in 'Desperate Housewives' That was entertainment. This is about who RULES you. Ant that is fucking disconcerting.
Cheats and liars, nothing new.
