Posts Tagged ‘WTF’

Whatever, Dude.

October 28, 2008

I haven’t taken “because I said so” as justification for anything that comes out of Colin Powell’s mouth since his bullshit appearance before the U.N. Security Council pre-Stupidest War Ever, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to find he was a character witness for Ted Stevens during Stevens’ recent federal trial on financial disclosure law violations.  Still, it doesn’t look good, especially since Stevens was convicted yesterday on all counts and is already being widely decried as a corrupt old fucker, even by those within his own party.  I didn’t believe Powell in 2003, I don’t believe him when he says Ted Stevens is a “trusted individual” with a “sterling reputation,” and I’m still waiting to hear why he’s a man whose word is irrefutable truth.  Sure, I was happy when he endorsed O, but as someone who knew a lie when I saw it during his testimony outlining “our” case for war in Iraq, I’m unsure why this man’s word means anything more than anyone else’s.

Bring me someone who wasn’t W’s mouthpiece during the WMD nonsense, and I’ll be all ears for his presidential candidate endorsement.  Until then, I’ll just be hanging out, drinking Maker’s, listening to Miley Cyrus, and generally being a transformational beach bum.


The Remaining Tie that Binds is Fraying.

October 27, 2008

Some days I’m not sure who the fuck the Democratic Party even is anymore, and today is one of those days.

Thanks But No Thanks.

September 7, 2008

I still have my copy of Dr. Seuss’ Sleep Book, which my dad read to me every night when I was a little girl.  It’s no Cat in the Hat; it’s a thousand times better because it’s funny and soothing and full of relatable anecdotes about that most universal of experiences: sleep.  I always felt a little bad, though, for the tired salesmen in the book who were passed out on the roadside from a hard day on their feet “trying to sell Zizzer-Zoof Seeds, which nobody wants because nobody needs.”

I’ve found my new Zizzer-Zoof Seeds in Bud Light Lime.  Who asked for this shit anyway?

Who Stole Our Thunder?

August 29, 2008


My Republican husband gets to vote for a woman in a presidential election before I do.  An anti-choice woman (who lives her anti-choice principles, to give credit where credit is due), but a woman nonetheless.  I’ve worked and voted women’s issues since I turned 18 in 1992, and I am still waiting my turn, folks.  The Republicans have chosen a woman, a wife, a mother, and a daughter to be one heartbeat away from the job of commander in chief and leader of the free world.

Well played, John McCain.

No Words

August 19, 2008



I think my love for all things Hilton Head has been well established here.  I am not feeling shiny or happy about the latest issue of the local tourist magaizine, though.  Come with me into this century, won’t you, “Island Events?”  These days, we don’t feature pictures of African American children with watermelons.  Baby steps, people.  Baby steps.

The Ass Crack is the Smiley Face of the Soul

August 4, 2008

Y’all, I gave my local newspaper, The Sun News, a try.  In fact, I gave it several tries.  It’s really a piece of shit, but it’s my new town’s piece of shit, so I’ve tried to support it.  Today it spat in my face for the last time, though, and now we’re through.  You see, today my paper decided that the best use of my subscription money would be to print out a nonsensical, stream of elderly consciousness, poorly written letter to the editor that just happens to occupy one third of the editorial page.  Without further ado, I give you the last straw: (more…)