Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Where in the fuck is Oscar Goldman?

It has been somewhat amazing to watch the Democratic Party fall apart. The Republicans had a solid six years to shit up the country by running the House, Senate and White House; the Dems could barely squeeze out a year of tri-fecal control. The Donkey Party ran a candidate no one liked to replace one of the most beloved, and entrenched, public figures. One of the most heavily blue states voted in a Republican as a result. However, I don't particularly trust people that vote for the other party. Republicans vote Republican; fine. Democrats shouldn't vote Republican. I may not always vote Democratic but I won't vote Republican. That's like saying I don't like the way you prepared dinner, so I'm going to swallow glass.

The party of hand-wringers have already started collapsing like a Brand X paper towel/diaper/tampon under the pour of blue liquid. Senator Webb of Virginia delivered this beautiful gem:
In many ways the campaign in Massachusetts became a referendum not only on health care reform but also on the openness and integrity of our government process. [...] I believe it would only be fair and prudent that we suspend further votes on health care legislation until Senator-elect Brown is seated.
Breathtaking. The Republicans would have never conceded so easily. Slap the Democrats a little bit and the tears start flowing. They're scattering like insects under a falling boot. Only losers panic when they still hold the lead.

If you're a conservative; congratulations. You won't be raped by roving armies of liberals who steal your money to give heroin to Mexican children. If you're a liberal, well, in times like these it's good to laugh. Enjoy one of Canada's finest TV shows:



Sunday, January 17, 2010

Read this

From a news story:
In the text, [Starry] Sprenkle, 28, said she was her way to Port-au-Prince with her toddler daughter to meet her husband, Erlantz Hyppolite. Hyppolite, a doctor Sprenkle met in Haiti, was taking care of his dying mother, according to Wright.
Ignore, for a moment, the stripper/cartoon name. Who wrote that paragraph? Is it some kind of journalist? The person is someone named C. Johnson. Does he/she/it have an editor? Maybe it's just some college intern that had to write up a few notes. If you can tie your own shoelaces, that's good enough to get into a university.