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May 30, 2008
Home again
From the lack of a byline, you can pretty much guess I've returned to the domecile.
Still no fish caught, though I did get some nibbles this year. Special thanks to the turtles who made this possible. 
Got some things to do here from last weekend, then it'll be back to libtard bashing. As always, watch this space.
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May 29, 2008
Will of the people: Void where prohibited by black-robed fuckheads
ARDMORE, OK - The RCOB has once again draped over my eyes.
Once again - so much for the will of the fucking people.
You know - the ones who actually drive this representative republic of ours?
But no - not when it comes to pendejos who aren't even supposed to fucking be here in the first fucking place!!!!
Sammi Lindsey, you are nothing but an assclownish, limp-wristed son-of-a-crack-whore-bitch. It wouldn't surprise me if you and those faggots Bickel & Brewer celebrated this piece-of-shit ruling in some bathhouse somewhere.
In case you'd forgotten, Lindsey, this law you just overturned with your black-robed, tyrannical temper-tantrum WAS APPROVED BY 70 PERCENT OF THE FUCKING POPULATION OF FARMERS BRANCH!!!!! I realize, Sammi, you dumb-assed twat, that math isn't your strong suit, but that's MORE THAN TWO PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR IT FOR EVERY ONE WHO DID NOT.
But I guess that doesn't matter to a ham-fisted, overbearing, jackbooted, thug-assed pisswad with delusions of adequacy like yourself, does it, Sammi, you fucking moronic little shitheel?
Rope, tree, black-robed tyrannical bench jockey. You know the routine.
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May 27, 2008
The more things change...
ARDMORE, OK - How nice to see the Cuban excuse-for-a-government reverting to type.
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May 26, 2008
Happy Memorial Day, Denizens!
The traditional Memorial Day post can, as always, be found here.
This one will stay on top all day long. Look below for other posts - there's at least one, y'know. (grin)
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Zero.
The Six Or Seven Of You Who Still Read Me™ (grin) put four, three, two and one together long ago, so you know what's coming next:
UPDATE: Since I apparently can't embed this without it going off automatically (grrrrrr), click this link to hear the world famous (*coughcough*) vacation alarm.)
That's right, Denizens - His Rudeness™ is officially on vacation. A certain Dallas-based business will have to do without my immesureable (*cough*) talents for a week or so.
Yours truly will be matching wits with local fish of several types for the next few days. Hopefully I'll have caught something I can actually show on this piece of real estate besides old worn boots.
(Update teh Twoth: "Local" in this particular instance means local to Lake Texoma.)
And when I get back, it'll be time for Gratuitous Gun Pr0n!!!! 
Let all crappie, cat & bass in Oklahoma officially beware! 
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May 25, 2008
More of this bloody countdown thingie
One.
(Incidentally, I had to do a quick repositioning of the Big Box™ yesterday, so that's why you've seen nothing else but the countdown the last couple of days. Should be back up tonight.)
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May 24, 2008
And the countdown continues...
Two.
(Yeah, I know it's late. Bite Sue me. :-) )
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May 23, 2008
Oh, uh - by the way... (cont'd)
Three.
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May 22, 2008
Oh, uh - by the way...
Um...
Four.
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May 21, 2008
He fought the law, and the...law won...
Now, this...is what I would call an effin' dumbass. 
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May 20, 2008
No good deed goes unpunished
I think I'd like to buy this soldier a beer.
Or fifty.
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May 19, 2008
Wakeup call
Denizens, today's been a pretty blah day - IOW, a fairly typical Monday, only moreso - so I'm going to the Grab-Bag™ tonight and giving you this link, courtesy of the Mothergoose from Denton.
(Incidentally, the Mothergoose is about to become unemployed as of July 1 - she's losing her business thanks to *hack, spit* the fucking government *hack, spit* - so she could use your prayers. (For that matter, the Sibling Unit™ is also out of a job, so you could pray for him, too.))
Anyway, feel free to evaluate the above link at your convenience.
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May 18, 2008
Prestonwood: Reaping what they sow?
Once upon a time, I worked for an outfit that managed hotel foodservice operations in certain hotels across the country. It was one of the last non-PC related positions that (fingers crossed, knocks on head (grin)) I'll ever have.
It wasn't a terribly well-run company. About six months into my tenure there, it filed for Chapter 11. That bought it about two years' worth of grace, during which time the company failed to learn any of the lessons given it by the first bankruptcy. I managed to escape about six months before the firm bought the heavy end of the Chapter 7 hammer.
I'm reminded of that little sequence after having read about a little spot o' bother in which my former church - that is to say, the one I told what to go do with itself a couple of months ago after they crawled into bed with the Gaia-worshipping, tree-hugging fascist fucknozzles - finds itself. Sesms one of their newly-hired ministers found the concept of the Lolita a little too tempting for him to overcome.
Greeting Rev. Joe Barron, minister to married adults at the 26,000-member Prestonwood Baptist Church, near Dallas, when he arrived Thursday, with a package of condoms on the car seat, were members of the Bryan, Texas, police force.Bryan police said Barron had been chatting online for about two weeks with an officer who he thought was a 13-year-old girl, participating in sexually explicit conversations.
"Things that make you go 'hmmmm'", indeed.
You can see what Prestonwood senior paster Jack Graham had to say about it if you go here.
Now, I'm not saying that there's a cause-and-effect relationship here. Far from it. There's no direct connection between sucking at Mommy Gaia's teat and finding out one of your ministers wants to do a little double-dipping with a girl not quite yet out of a training bra. I just find it curiously intriguing, that's all.
I will say this to my former pastor: Jack - you lay down with dogs, son, you wake up with fleas.
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May 16, 2008
"Will of the people": Void where prohibited by judicial fiat
So much for the will of the people.
I'm going to reserve my nuke-the-bastards rant until November, when an expected vote on a Californication constitutional amendment is expected to overwhelmingly tell these four black-robed tyrant douchebags what they can go do with themselves.
But this paragraph is what has lowered the RCOB™ over my eyes this evening:
It's about human dignity. It's about human rights. It's about time in California," San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom told a roaring crowd at City Hall after the ruling was issued. "As California goes, so goes the rest of the nation. It's inevitable. This door's wide open now. It's going to happen, whether you like it or not."
That so, you dickless little faggot-humping pussy? Why don't you bring your little Limp-wristed Lame-assed Lambda Lickspittles™ to Texas and we'll see about that, hm??? Let's see how much of your personal little Bathhouse Blade Brigade™ is left after you've tried to force this bullshit on us, eh, Newsom, you son-of-a-crack-whore-bitch?
C'mon, Gavi baby. Let's see those papier-machés of yours, chickenshit!!!
Asscrust. 
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May 14, 2008
Darwin Award Honorary Mention
I don't give a damn if this guy didn't die - he still gets a Darwin Award nomination from here. 
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May 13, 2008
Happy Birthday, Stephen Geoffrey "Skip" Crager, Jr!
(This one will stay on top all day. Look below for new posts - today only.)
(ED. NOTE: The following originally appeared in this space a couple of years ago. I'm reprinting it now, with appropriate tweaks.And Skip - my son, you may not understand this now, but the reason I'm writing this has absolutely nothing to do with you, and everything to do with why you not only don't get to ever spend any time with me, but also why you (probably) haven't received a birthday or Christmas present since 2003, thanks to your mother and your grandparents. (More on that later.)
And thanks to what they're probably telling you about me, you might not even believe any of this - but it's true, and I have the documentation to prove it.
I do love you, son. I realize your mother and grandparents will try mightily to persuade you that I don't - but I do, very much. Someday - hopefully - I'll get to tell you to your face.)
As most of you have probably figured out by now, this is my boy - or, as Denizen David Hartung has called him, "Spatula II".
Hmmmm. "Prince Spatula II". Kinda has a ring to it. (grin)
(Side note: Certain excuses-for-humans in East Texas still don't know how I got ahold of this picture. Bet it'd be a shock to them to know that some of their "friends" aren't quite as reliable as they'd thought... (snicker))
Anyway, today's his 6th birthday. It's the latest in a series of birthdays I'll never get to see.
It occurs to me that I need to again tell you guys what eventually happened with his (*hack, spit*) mother (*hack, spit*) not allowing me to see him.
That was resolved, and not necessarily for my benefit, either - but at the very least, neither will she benefit. In fact, if you get down to brass tacks about the whole thing, the real loser here is Skip himself. Anyway, here's the story:
The divorce was granted October 17th, 2003. A visitation schedule had already been negotiated and agreed to - in fact, I've blogged on that already.
Picking the story up from there: I started making the specified trips to Greenville, Texas, for the purposes of collecting Skip for his agreed-to visitation with me. Collected evidence that I was there and everything.
Naturally, She Who Can't Be Tasked To Obey Court Orders™ refused to show.
So I took my evidence and filed a criminal complaint against her. What is not commonly known is that it's a criminal offense to interfere with child custody rights in Texas. It's what they call a "state jail felony", lodged right in there between a Class A misdemeanor and a 3rd-degree felony.
And, had the District Attorney of Hopkins County, TX, had the balls to pursue the complaint, things could have gotten very bad for our favorite fat-assed bitch. You tell me what school district would've wanted to consciously hire a convicted felon?
But - as I had partially expected and fully feared - the good ol' boy network in Sulphur Springs kicked in. The district attorney not only sat on his hands regarding the case, but I strongly suspect he tipped off Steffi's excuse-for-an-attorney about it.
Said excuse-for-an-attorney began to harass me concerning an obscure concept called a "transistion scheme". Theoretically, because of the so-called "estrangement" between me and my son, they wanted to get him "used" to having me around again gradually, in stages.
Of course, they failed to point out that: a) Her Doublewide Assness caused any "estrangement", and b) during the two times in 2003 this trollop was gracious enough to let me see him, he sure as Hell™ didn't look "estranged" from me.
But something else they failed to do...is incorporate the words "transition scheme" in the final divorce decree. As a result, what was in there were dates specific and time periods specific when I was entitled to have my boy.
Dates and times specific which they ignored without fear of penalty whatsoever, as they had the district attorney in their back pocket.
Eventually, however, the evidence mounted to the point where they had to do something, else the DA would have no choice but to prosecute, lest someone in the media take note and launch an investigation (and yes, I was beginning to contact media types for just this purpose).
I was served in February with papers requesting that the judge in the original case modify the visitation schedule to include the words "transition scheme" and start with the gradual shit again. In other words, Denizens - she wanted a do-over.
I hired an attorney in Sulphur Springs (who, thank Gawd™, was more competent than the loon I'd had previously), paid him another year's bonus, and got him to work. We filed a counterclaim accusing her of contempt of court by failing to abide by the letter of the original agreement.
They countered with the only thing they could've - and the thing I was hoping they wouldn't: A contempt charge of their own for failure to pay support.
See, this loon I'd hired previously had assured me that the court would set up a garnishment schedule for the child support. Naturally - maybe this is the good ol' boy system, or just sheer incompetence on their part - the court never set it up.
As a result, Steffi the Doublewide Bitch Supreme never got a penny from me. So yes - they had a case. Marginally. But it was a case, by the letter of the law.
This put me in the position of very likely being found in contempt of court, put on probation, forced to check in with a probation officer every month (and pay a $40 fee for the "privilege")...and, were I to miss checking in or paying the fee by so much as one day, a warrant could be issued for my arrest.
By this time, I'm making plans to marry the Lady Spatula and possibly move to Miami. Therefore, I can't have this hanging over my head. And I'll be damned if I was going to let Her Bitchiness control me in this fashion.
With that in mind, my attorney recommended - and I was forced to agree - to deploy what I call the "nuclear option". It's so-called because it's the option no one wants to see deployed, since it blows up everything.
The option: Complete termination of all parental rights to Skip. Meaning, I would no longer have any say in his upbringing, nor rights to see him any more...nor would I owe any child support, back or future.
My attorney explained it this way: All that it amounts to is just a sheet of paper. And whether I had rights to my son or not, Her Doublewideness would have him most of the time, and she & her family would constantly be poisoning his mind against me. This way, the bitch would lose her control over my life - and, after a few years, if he wanted to seek me out, she would be powerless to stop him, and I could then tell him my side of the story.
I deliberated for about half a nanosecond.
"Do it", I said.
Termination - which the aforementioned loon in Forney, TX said I couldn't possibly get - was granted March 30th.
So that's it, guys. The bitch finally accomplished her objective - she forcibly extracted me from his life.
And it's gotten to the point where I can't even send him presents or cards any longer. They have become so fucking small-minded that Her Doublewideness' fat-assed son-of-a-bitch daddy is even refusing to accept the presents I send to him.
(Most of them, anyway. I don't get the rejection notices from Wally World like I used to, but who's to say that the bastards over there don't take what I send and just throw it in the trash? It would be just like them, if one thinks about it.)
No doubt the lot of 'em will lie to my son like they usually do and say that I don't even care about him enough to send him so much as a card. It's what I've come to expect from a bunch of country hick-asses who were willing to lie to a judge and violate other Texas laws to get such a simple thing as a divorce.
Enjoy him now, O Fat-Assed One. You'll have a helluva lot to answer for down the road - and not just with him when he grows up, either.
Chew on that for a while, bitch.
Anyway, happy birthday, Skip. I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to enjoy the presents I've tried to send you. Someday - when they can't dictate to you where you can go and whom you can meet - I'll get to at least give you some of them.
Always remember son - I love you. And I will, forever.
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Barry Obambi, meet Jeff Foxworthy
Memo to B. HUSSEIN!!! Osama Obama: Are you smarter than a fifth-grader???
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May 12, 2008
Demoscum campaign update
Okay, so we had the Duchess carry Indiana, while the Manchurian Muslim™ took North Carolina. Which isn't surprising, really - any state that would cheer for a pussy like NC's Tyler Hansbrough, you gotta have questions about. The shame of it is that Duke's located there, too.
But that's another post for another day.
Not much has changed - B. HUSSEIN!!! Osama Obama still leads in delegates; Hillary's staying in, regardless; neither one has enough to clinch without the superdelegates; the whole idea of "superdelegates" is, in and of itself, one hellaciously asinine idea. (Which is probably why the Demoscum are so in love with the concept.)
Tomorrow, the Duchess is expected to give Big Flopears™ an ass-kicking in W. Virginia. Which'll change nothing, but it's fun to note that B. HUSSEIN!!! isn't considered to be the Messiah everywhere.
Gonna be a fun summer. Keepeth thine eyes peelethed. 
(PS: Oh, yeah - the medical issue from last week cleared itself up. Without going into too much detail, it was a flu-like virus in a...ah...a sensitive area, and we'll just leave it at that, 'cept to say that food digestion was more of a chore than usual this weekend. (sigh))
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May 11, 2008
"Evangelicals", my ass
Traitorous bitchizoid Arianna HuffPo of Huffington's Toast is bleating mercilessly about how so-called "younger evangelicals" are abandoning the GOP in droves.
Reaction 1: Consider the source - Ari's Bullshit Rag™ could tell me the sky was blue, and I'd go outside to double check.
Reaction 2: I wouldn't call these pussies "evangelicals" any more than I'd call John-Boy McZhamnesty a "conservative".
Try again, Ari, you Cupid Stunt™.
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Happy Mama's Day!
Denizens, it's Ma's Day, as you know.
Now me, I have no one to wish a Happy Mother's Day. Mine's long since dead, as are both my grandmothers, and though there's not as much of it now, there has been enough friction between myself & my stepmother to where I don't really feel led to express those sentiments. (Besides, she has four kiddos of her own; let them handle it.)
And if anyone this side of sanity thinks I'm wishing Steffi the Doublewide Bitch Extreme Supreme™ a happy Mother's Day - get back over to the other side of sanity where you effin' belong.
Which, after all that, leaves only one option for this King & Tyrant™.
Go here and wish the SpatulaGoddess a Happy Happy™.
That's an order. 
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May 09, 2008
How to change yer oil
I'm stealing this from Zippo the Pirate.
Oil Change Instructions fer Wimmens1) Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 miles since the last oil change.
2) Drink a cup of coffee.
3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained vehicle.Money spent:
Oil Change $20.00
Coffee $1.00
Total $21.00
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Oil Change instructions for Men:1) Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, write a check for $50.00.
2) Stop by 7 - 11 and buy a case of beer, write a check for $20, drive home.
3) Open a beer and drink it.
4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.
5) Find jack stands under kid's pedal car.
6) In frustration, open another beer and drink it.
7) Place drain pan under engine.
8) Look for 9/16 box end wrench.
9) Give up and use crescent wrench.
10) Unscrew drain plug.
11) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss.
12) Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.
13) Have another beer while watching oil drain.
14) Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.
15) Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.
16) Crawl out from under! car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.
17) Buddy shows up; finish case of beer with him. Decide to finish oil change tomorrow so you can go see his new garage door opener.
18) Sunday: Skip church because "I gotta finish the oil change." Drag pan full of old oil out from underneath car. Cleverly dump oil in hole in back yard instead of taking it back to Kragen to recycle.
19) Throw kitty litter on oil spilled during step 18.
20) Beer? No, drank it all yesterday.
21) Walk to 7-11; buy beer.
22) Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface.
23) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.
24) Remember drain plug from step 11.
25) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.
26) Remember that the used oil is buried in a hole in the back yard, along with drain plug.
27) Drink beer.
28) Shovel out hole and sift oily mud for drain plug. Re-shovel oily dirt into hole. Steal sand from kids sandbox to cleverly cover oily patch of ground and avoid environmental penalties. Wash drain plug in lawnmower gas.
29) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.
30) Drink beer.
31) Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame.
32) Bang head on floorboards in reaction to step 31.
33) Begin cussing fit.
34) Throw stupid crescent wrench.
35) Cuss for additional 10 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy.
36) Beer.
37) Clean up hands and forehead and bandage as required to stop blood flow.
38) Beer.
39) Beer.
40) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.
41) Beer.
42) Lower car from jack stands.
43) Accidentally crush remaining case of new motor oil.
44) Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during steps 23 - 43.
45) Beer.
46) Test drive car.
47) Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.
48) Car gets impounded.
49) Call loving wife, make bail.
50) 12 hours later, get car from impound yard.Money spent:
Parts $50.00
DUI $2500.00
Impound fee $75.00
Bail $1500.00
Beer $40.00
Total - - $4,165.00But you know the job was done right!
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May 08, 2008
Ow.
Denizens, your King & Tyrant™ is a little under the weather right now (and for once, it has abso-friggin'-lutely squat to do with the Migraine Nebula ), so posting will be a little lighter than usual.
As in, there might be nothing pertaining to original content until, say, Tuesday.
Still have plenty of stuff from the Grab-Bag™, though, so keep checking back.
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May 07, 2008
IV project update
[SCENE: Deep space. Pegasus has traversed a sizable portion of the quadrant, and now finds itself in Shelliak Corporate space. A warship blocks her path.
On the bridge, Captain Korrioth is engaged in...ah...a discussion with the representative from the Shelliak over the parts & materials they need for the new Battlehawk-class dreadnaught.]
KORRIOTH: You will trade with us or our Master will deal with you!!!
SHELLIAK: We have heard of your Lord Spatula. He does not impress us.
KORRIOTH: (to McManx) Close channel!!!
T-BONE MCMANX: (toggles three switches, nods back to Korrioth) Channel closed, Captain.
KORRIOTH: I'll be in the Admiral's quarters. (to K'hadibak'h) Conn!
K'HADIBAK'H: (grunt)
[SCENE: Our Hero's quarters. Korrioth holds an unidentified bundle of what appears to be clothing in his arms.]
KORRIOTH: M'lord, they remain...unconvinced.
LSIK&T: We're about out of tricks here, my friend. We need those supplies & materials.
KORRIOTH: I think it may be time, my lord.
[Korrioth holds forth the bundle. It is a long charcoal-gray robe with a cloak & hood. Our Hero™ looks at it, then incredulously back at his exec.]
LSIK&T: No. You cannot be serious.
KORRIOTH: I see no other way, Admiral. You do not approve...?
LSIK&T: (sighs) It's not that, Kor. It's just that...well...when I exercise those powers to any sizable degree...(gets a pained expression)...I get this huge honkin' three-week headache.
KORRIOTH: A headache? Is that all?
LSIK&T: Hey, Terran headaches ain't picnics, Bumpy.
KORRIOTH: Say no more, my friend.
[Korrioth walks over and addresses the replicator.]
KORRIOTH: Theragen deriviative, formula PT-Spatula284, 34 ounces, three units of sweetener.
[An oversized Spatula City beer stein - replicas of which can be found here (grin) - materializes in the replicator bay. Korrioth takes it to Spats.]
KORRIOTH: The solution, m'lord.
LSIK&T: Theragen derivative??? (makes a face - he's tasted Theragen derivative, and nearly lost his lunch over it)
KORRIOTH: Just try it. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
[Spats warily sniffs at it, catches a whiff of something definitely familiar, takes a cautions sip. His eyebrows arch in major surprise.]
LSIK&T: Peach tea??? How'd you come across this, Captain?
KORRIOTH: (nodding) I made a wager with K'hadibak'h that I could make him throw up using anything that came out of the replicator.
LSIK&T: And this is what you used...?
[Korrioth just stands there and offers a faint Cheshire-cat grin.]
LSIK&T: Gimme that cloak and let's go to the bridge.
(To be continued...)
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Denizens, work continues on the IV project. Slowly, but it continues nonetheless.
Watch this space.
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May 05, 2008
Christians' free-speech rights: Void if someone's fewwings get hurt
The Department of Perspective Please, People! turns in this report on some Plano ISD students who could probably stand to invest in somewhat thicker skins.
Some Plano students who are Jewish say they were pressured or taunted to pick up copies of the New Testament from school display tables during recent weeks.
While their fellow Jews half a world away are surrounded by their enemies, face daily rocket attacks in some cases, and are (in some quarters) blamed for everything from 9/11 to the common cold.
You poor, pitiable, picked-on pissants.
Their parents have called for changes in district policies that allow outside groups to distribute materials on campus.
Because as we all know, we Christians are still burning 'em at the stake and engaging in Torquemada-style Inquisitions™ agin'em all. Rack, thumbscrews, 40 lashes, battery-enhanced electrodes to the nipples - we're just torturing 'em all until they CONVERT, BAH GAWD!!!!
"Probably the one I heard the most was, 'If the Bible touched you, like, will you burn or something?' " said Jeffrey Lavine, 16, a sophomore at Vines High School. "I sort of played it down as a joke and everything, which it was, but it was definitely a meaner comment than what we're used to."
I think it's a damned valid question, myself. Why are you guys so afraid to even touch the New Testament? Do you think it was written in pigs' blood or something? Do you honestly believe you'll suffer spontaneous combustion if you so much as lay a pinky thereupon?
Plano officials said they pulled aside some students to talk about respect and tolerance after the recent complaints, but no students have been disciplined.
Of course, if some Plano students were to express extreme disrespect towards Christianity, we all know what would happen to said students, don't we?
CRICKETS: (chirp chirp!!!)
Exactly.
Cheryl Halpern, who is Jewish, said it's especially tough for kids who aren't Christian. Her sons saw the Bible displays at Frankford Middle School last week.
The horror!!!!! (gasp!!!)
"Being a minority religion, we're concerned when materials are distributed that may create uncomfortable situations for our children with their classmates," she said.
Because as is common knowledge all around this great country of ours, it's not the crumb-crunchers' education that's the top priority - it's the little rug-rats' comfort. Nothing else matters - right, Ms. Hslpern??? Cain't mess with the widdle knee-highs' self-esteem, can you, you ass-hatted moron-ette?
How about you enroll your kiddos in school along the Gaza Strip, bimbo, then tell me about your kids' "comfort"?
Sheesh.
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May 04, 2008
Operational pause
Denizens, it's been the Weekend of the Sibling Unit™ the last couple of days (Friday was his birthday), which is why you've not heard anything from here.
No worries, though - posting begins anew next week. Stay tuned.
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May 01, 2008
The good & the bad - and the bad is ugly
Denizens, I still got nothing - trying to slog one's way through an A+ course curriculum will do that (don't get me wrong - I already have an A+ cert, but it's eight years old as of this year and the material has been severely upgraded since then).
But even though you've probably already seen this, I thought it was a good thing to highlight.
Besides, it beats the hell out of ripping Roger "Horndog on Steroids" Clemens for wanting to bang every other woman in the world not named Debbie Clemens. Who, I might add, got her gorgeous ass thrown under the bus during Congressional testimony:
10:37 - McNamee related another discussion with Clemens about using HGH and, once again, Clemens blamed his wife and said that she was the one using the drugs, not him. Classy move to blame the wife. Jimmy Dugan would be proud.
If I'm a baseball owner, I'd sooner have Mallory Holtman and Liz Wallace on my team than Roger Clemens. And you can quote me.
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