Friday, August 19, 2005

Short blog today because now (after many changes of plans) I have to get ready to roll to Houston for my dad's birthday. I've been spending the last 3 days in a long, protracted email argument with Roundball and Weedo about whether or not Superman is actually a tool of "The Man" and whether or not we would trust him if he showed up in real life. I tend to be a Batman fan, myself. I just relate more to a guy who's generally good, but has had a few run ins with the cops. One thing is sure- we have all spent way too much time in email chains arguing about this topic.
Not a lot else to say. I'm still keeping a close eye on Judge Roberts as more and more stuff keeps trickling out about him, but I think his confirmation is all but inevitable.

I sympathize with Cindy Sheehan for her loss, but I'm not sure that pulling out of Iraq right now is the right thing to do. I mean, I was totally against going to war (I even went to a war protest at our state capitol before the invasion), but now that we're there I think we have an obligation to see this thing through rather than just leave Iraq's dissenting extremist groups to tear the place apart the moment we leave. We made the mess, so I think we have an obligation to clean it up. This woman should have been protesting before the war because it was the wrong thing to do, but I don't think we can pull out now just because of the danger to American lives (after killing so many Iraqis in our poorly planned attempt to bring them a new government).

That's it. I gotta run. Everyone have a good weekend.

p.s. - Check this out.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/08/18/AR2005081801645.html?nav=pq
I think that this is a good piece and I pretty much agree with this guy. The Republicans are really screwing up a lot of things right now (and they're much better at campaigning than governing), but the Democrats are failing to offer any kind of cohesive, alternate plans (to the Iraq War, the sagging economy, medical care, etc.). I've bitched about this before. I remember being able to get really excited about Clinton when he ran in 1992 because he had firmly established plans which were laid out to deal with almost any issue that would come up during the campaign (I even had a little campaign poster with Clinton's proposed solutions for different issues in a side by side graph next to the weak ass Republican proposals, and it really highlighted how much stronger Clinton's ideas were than those being put forward by the Republicans). Now it seems like the Democrats do nothing but bitch and whine. They need some plans, and preferably someone with the charisma to sell them to the people. And I'm here to tell you right now that Hillary ain't gonna cut it (unless the Republicans run someone who's even weaker, but I don't think that's gonna happen). Anyway, read the article.

6 comments:

Private Eye ShotCallers said...

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"JD the gimp" led me past the entrance to room one, aka the waiting room aka the billiards parlor. A slot machine paid off to all at cherry-cherry-cherry, the golden handle that had thrust her to victory stood, tall, proud, gleaming, in the pale yellow dingy light.
Past the waiting room was room two, the largest, most open room. Room two contained an S&M cornucopia of perversions to stun and please even the Marquis de Sade himself. To the right, manacles, chains, leather straps. To the left, your favorite gynocologist's chair; stirrups gleaming, glistening, calling to all those who need its comfort. Directly across, Spanish Inquisition styled, preacher's bench. Large, THICK, black. Come bear your flesh, O sinner. Feel the harsh forgivness, welts, broken skin, of the whipping Post. Tear drop. Pleasure GRIMACE. move on....

Fully forgiven, you can enter the sex swing, or continue to the back of Pleasure Palace, and come across 12-15 themed rooms, each containeing no more than a twin mattress and a theme - choose "I Dream of GEnie", or perhaps to enjoy fornication station number 7 - the Puppet Box. Enough to slake your porno boothe thirst.

Upon exiting, I observed the final room/workshop - the gayrage. A washer and dryer (running all spin cycle, all the time on weekends,but cleaning only god-knows-what out of sheets on the weekdays) covered by a "F*ck me red" tinted sachet. What's that over there? why, damn! It's a huge steel pole, anchored securely to the rafters - attached to the red stage. Who's dancing tonite? The Amazon Misstress?
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Steanso said...

Holy SHEEYAT!!!! For those of you who don't know, some clowns have opened up what is basically a brothel on our street. Crackbass and I have been trying to talk a couple of our friends into going into the placeto scope it out (and also so we could give the cops some more evidence, so hopefully they could shut it down), and now it finally looks like one of our friends has gone through with it. I'm not exactly Mr. Moral Majority, but we don't need this crap going on in our neighborhood (if nothing else, it's annoying that they're running a business selling alcohol quite a bit of traffic out of their house on my street in the middle of the night).

JackBart said...

I wish I had the cajones of Private Eye Shotcallers. Someone please email me with the identity of this Remington Steele, so I can buy him a beer...or whatever his mild-halucenigenic of choice might be.

Also, don't think I don't notice that all the really cool stuff only happens when I go OUT OF TOWN. I notice. I notice.

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CrackBass said...

Happy Birthday to Papa Steans and to JackBart. Down with whores. Or at least the whores on our street

Steanso said...

Yeah, happy birthday, Jackbart!!! I'm sorry I forgot to post this sooner, but I hope you had a good birthday!