Senator McCain has selected the Governor of Alaska, Sarah Palin, as his GOP V.P. nominee.
Blink.
Alright, give me a moment.
Blink again...pause...consider...continue.
Okay, so now we're playing some serious crazy ass high stakes political poker...big time!
Michael Murphy was on Meet the Press today and, may the goddess forgive me, a bitch actually agreed with his ass on Gov. Palin.
Lawd, have mercy.
Worry not, a bitch has several purification candles going even as I type.
Shudder.
Anyhoo...
When Brokaw asked Murphy about how the resurrection of wedge issues like the creationism vs. evolution debate in public schools would play with independent voters, Murphy said…
“It's trouble. Again, if we get into a social issues debate with those particular swing voters, we're in big trouble. I believe that McCain cannot win in this environment without ticket splitters, people who vote for him for president but vote Democrat down the ticket. He may need as many as one out of five of his ultimate voters to be a ticket splitter. So the question is in a bad base year for Republicans, if we get caught on pure base issues--I agree, the evangelical vote loves her, but I, to the point I said earlier, I'd rather have lukewarm evangelicals and a whole lot of voters...”
Yeah, this bitch has to agree.
But it's hard to sound "with it" to regular folks when you're dismissing science in favor of...well, it's not really creationism...ummm, and it's not science...sniff...yep, that's bullshit
At any rate, the selection of Gov. Palin opens up the door to one hell of a political chess match.
A bitch is beyond excited by the challenge being presented to voters to do some inner work…which most voters prefer to avoid like the plague…and really come to terms with what the fuck we all want.
Experience or judgment or a combination of the two?
Change for the sake of change or change in a specific direction?
And the fact that Gov. Palin is a woman provides an awesome opportunity for women voters to explore the gender issue from a different angle.
As a Missourian this bitch is beyond familiar with powerful women in politics who are appealing on so many levels yet remain rancid to the core when it comes to domestic social issues. But many of the political debates of the past several months have revealed the fact that a lot of folks assume some sort of genetic social justice tip for all women in politics that just doesn’t play out in the real world.
Palin provides an almost perfect case study for this…she has a unique background, some specific energy policy experience and a record on reproductive justice that, when coupled with her support of intelligent design as valid theory worthy of debate in public schools, is enough to make this bitch wonder whether Phyllis fucking Schlafly got a face lift and moved her hateful ass to Alaska.
Buckle up, chil'ren!
This is going to be one wild ride toward November...
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Pondering history…
Last night I watched as history was made when Senator Obama accepted the Democratic Party’s nomination and became the first black man nominated by a major political party to seek the presidency of the United States of America.
And I so wish my beloved father was alive to have seen it.
Today, this bitch is pausing to remember a historical event that is still unfolding and impacting so many people’s lives.
Three years ago today Hurricane Katrina came ashore…
…and she changed everything.
Hurricane Katrina didn’t just expose engineering problems, weak levees and the lack of emergency preparedness.
Katrina exposed our flaws and our callous disregard of our fellow citizens. She exposed the true price of crony politics and the sad definition of traditional values.
At least 1,836 people lost their lives.
I can't help but wonder how many of those lives lost are charged to human failure.
So today let us remember those lost and those still trying to dig out three years later.
“You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not?’". George Bernard Shaw, "Back to Methuselah"
And I so wish my beloved father was alive to have seen it.
Today, this bitch is pausing to remember a historical event that is still unfolding and impacting so many people’s lives.
Three years ago today Hurricane Katrina came ashore…
…and she changed everything.
Hurricane Katrina didn’t just expose engineering problems, weak levees and the lack of emergency preparedness.
Katrina exposed our flaws and our callous disregard of our fellow citizens. She exposed the true price of crony politics and the sad definition of traditional values.
At least 1,836 people lost their lives.
I can't help but wonder how many of those lives lost are charged to human failure.
So today let us remember those lost and those still trying to dig out three years later.
“You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not?’". George Bernard Shaw, "Back to Methuselah"
Thursday, August 28, 2008
What I have...
…on the 45th anniversary of Dr. King’s I have a Dream Speech.
I
have
rights.
I have them and Lawd knows I put them to good use (wink). I will never forget the struggle fought in this country and throughout the world by regular people to achieve the rights I have. In honor of that struggle and for so many other reasons, I want to protect those rights for the generations yet to come.
I have expectations.
I expect my government to serve me…the levees to hold…and promises to be kept. I expect my fellow citizens to give a damn and, if they say they give a damn, to get off their ass and act on that shit. I have great expectations 'cause I know that we have tremendous potential and can achieve amazing things. I know this because my family's history is an example of that potential…and my legacy demands that it be realized.
I have needs.
Oh, Lawd…do I have needs.
I need to go to sleep at night and know that my family is safe from violence.
I need to go for a drive and know that I am safe from racial profiling.
I need to look in a magazine and find amusement rather than a series of insults.
I need the police to protect and serve the poor the same way they protect and serve the rich.
I need the media to cease being confused by black America and get about the bitness of understanding us.
And I need peace...
...not merely the absence of tension, but the presence of justice.
I have hope.
I know what can be. That's what I see when I dream. What we can be makes my eyes well up with tears and my throat swell with emotion. But the struggle for social justice isn’t about what we can be…it is about what we are willing to be. The bullshit that we settle for because we, as a people, are too often governed by fear instead of courage…tradition rather than independence…and self interest instead of social justice.
Yet still...
...I have hope.
And I have the vote.
Members of my family...men and oh yes, women...earned the protected vote in 1965. And I wish my Grandmère was alive today to cast her vote for whoever she damn well would want to. My vote isn’t about candidates…I’ve been in this game too long to fall in love with politicians or be romanced by campaigns.
No, my vote is all about me and mine.
Do you feel me?
My rights.
My expectations.
My needs.
My hopes.
My vote.
My dream of what I could have...what I should have...
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
...what I will have.
I
have
rights.
I have them and Lawd knows I put them to good use (wink). I will never forget the struggle fought in this country and throughout the world by regular people to achieve the rights I have. In honor of that struggle and for so many other reasons, I want to protect those rights for the generations yet to come.
I have expectations.
I expect my government to serve me…the levees to hold…and promises to be kept. I expect my fellow citizens to give a damn and, if they say they give a damn, to get off their ass and act on that shit. I have great expectations 'cause I know that we have tremendous potential and can achieve amazing things. I know this because my family's history is an example of that potential…and my legacy demands that it be realized.
I have needs.
Oh, Lawd…do I have needs.
I need to go to sleep at night and know that my family is safe from violence.
I need to go for a drive and know that I am safe from racial profiling.
I need to look in a magazine and find amusement rather than a series of insults.
I need the police to protect and serve the poor the same way they protect and serve the rich.
I need the media to cease being confused by black America and get about the bitness of understanding us.
And I need peace...
...not merely the absence of tension, but the presence of justice.
I have hope.
I know what can be. That's what I see when I dream. What we can be makes my eyes well up with tears and my throat swell with emotion. But the struggle for social justice isn’t about what we can be…it is about what we are willing to be. The bullshit that we settle for because we, as a people, are too often governed by fear instead of courage…tradition rather than independence…and self interest instead of social justice.
Yet still...
...I have hope.
And I have the vote.
Members of my family...men and oh yes, women...earned the protected vote in 1965. And I wish my Grandmère was alive today to cast her vote for whoever she damn well would want to. My vote isn’t about candidates…I’ve been in this game too long to fall in love with politicians or be romanced by campaigns.
No, my vote is all about me and mine.
Do you feel me?
My rights.
My expectations.
My needs.
My hopes.
My vote.
My dream of what I could have...what I should have...
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
...what I will have.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Remember Del Martin…
The fantabulous Del Martin has passed away.
I remember falling in awe of her and her partner of 55 years, Phyllis Lyon, while watching the documentary No Secret Anymore: The Times of Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon.
Del Martin was the very definition of an activist – her work set the bar that so many of us aspire to.
In a statement posted on the National Center for Lesbian Rights, her partner Phyllis Lyon is quoted…
“Ever since I met Del 55 years ago, I could never imagine a day would come when she wouldn’t be by my side. I am so lucky to have known her, loved her, and been her partner in all things,” Lyon said. “I also never imagined there would be a day that we would actually be able to get married. I am devastated, but I take some solace in knowing we were able to enjoy the ultimate rite of love and commitment before she passed.”
In lieu of flowers, gifts can be made to honor Del’s life and commitment and to defeat the California marriage ban through NCLR’s No On 8 PAC at www.nclrights.org/NoOn8.
May she rest in peace…
I remember falling in awe of her and her partner of 55 years, Phyllis Lyon, while watching the documentary No Secret Anymore: The Times of Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon.
Del Martin was the very definition of an activist – her work set the bar that so many of us aspire to.
In a statement posted on the National Center for Lesbian Rights, her partner Phyllis Lyon is quoted…
“Ever since I met Del 55 years ago, I could never imagine a day would come when she wouldn’t be by my side. I am so lucky to have known her, loved her, and been her partner in all things,” Lyon said. “I also never imagined there would be a day that we would actually be able to get married. I am devastated, but I take some solace in knowing we were able to enjoy the ultimate rite of love and commitment before she passed.”
In lieu of flowers, gifts can be made to honor Del’s life and commitment and to defeat the California marriage ban through NCLR’s No On 8 PAC at www.nclrights.org/NoOn8.
May she rest in peace…
Monday, August 25, 2008
Speaking of back-to-school…
A bitch read this article about bully proofing your chil’ren and it reminded me that bullying is one of many reasons some youth don’t look forward to the end of summer.
When this bitch was a wee bitch I was bullied relentlessly. It started when I walked into my kindergarten class and continued through my grade school years. As a result, a bitch couldn’t stand going to school and used to search desperately for ways to get out of it.
Unfortunately, my grades reflected that shit...big time.
Blink.
Anti-bullying measures like those discussed in the CNN.com article are a good start, but they are only as good as the system’s understanding of what bullying is. Here in Missouri we have anti-bullying mandates for schools that do not have enumerated categories…and we also have some educators who think calling a fellow student a faggot isn’t bullying.
What we need to do is remember that adults need education too. Parents need to be brought up to speed on the cost of bullying to the victim and the bully…on their child’s rights as students and their rights as tax paying investors in public education…and communities need to raise the bar on expectations for students, schools and educators.
This bitch remembers hearing a teacher talk about one of my bullies and her parents. It was around teacher-parent conference time and I guess the bully’s parents had already been in. I was listening in because I knew my ass wasn’t going to have a good conference…sigh…and a bitch was hoping to get the teacher’s take on my performance prior to the drama-filled event to come. Instead I heard the teacher venting about the mean as hell foul ass attitude of my bully’s parents. And I remember being shocked as the teacher talked of having to defend my bully from the verbal taunts of her parents.
I was even more shocked to find myself feeling sorry for my bully…right up until recess when she plowed her fist into my stomach.
Sigh.
Looking back, it makes sense that bullying is sometimes learned at home. Not always, but sometimes.
Just as it makes sense that communities dealing with bullies in their schools may not be equipped to identify and address the problem of bullying.
Organizations like PROMO are working to get specificity added to Missouri’s anti-bullying legislation so that communities, schools, educators, students and parents will have to tools to identify and address bullying.
So yes, its time for back-to-school preparedness y’all.
This bitch thinks now is a good time to ask your local school how they identify and deal with bullying and what you can do to help...
When this bitch was a wee bitch I was bullied relentlessly. It started when I walked into my kindergarten class and continued through my grade school years. As a result, a bitch couldn’t stand going to school and used to search desperately for ways to get out of it.
Unfortunately, my grades reflected that shit...big time.
Blink.
Anti-bullying measures like those discussed in the CNN.com article are a good start, but they are only as good as the system’s understanding of what bullying is. Here in Missouri we have anti-bullying mandates for schools that do not have enumerated categories…and we also have some educators who think calling a fellow student a faggot isn’t bullying.
What we need to do is remember that adults need education too. Parents need to be brought up to speed on the cost of bullying to the victim and the bully…on their child’s rights as students and their rights as tax paying investors in public education…and communities need to raise the bar on expectations for students, schools and educators.
This bitch remembers hearing a teacher talk about one of my bullies and her parents. It was around teacher-parent conference time and I guess the bully’s parents had already been in. I was listening in because I knew my ass wasn’t going to have a good conference…sigh…and a bitch was hoping to get the teacher’s take on my performance prior to the drama-filled event to come. Instead I heard the teacher venting about the mean as hell foul ass attitude of my bully’s parents. And I remember being shocked as the teacher talked of having to defend my bully from the verbal taunts of her parents.
I was even more shocked to find myself feeling sorry for my bully…right up until recess when she plowed her fist into my stomach.
Sigh.
Looking back, it makes sense that bullying is sometimes learned at home. Not always, but sometimes.
Just as it makes sense that communities dealing with bullies in their schools may not be equipped to identify and address the problem of bullying.
Organizations like PROMO are working to get specificity added to Missouri’s anti-bullying legislation so that communities, schools, educators, students and parents will have to tools to identify and address bullying.
So yes, its time for back-to-school preparedness y’all.
This bitch thinks now is a good time to ask your local school how they identify and deal with bullying and what you can do to help...
Whatcha, whatcha, whatcha want…
A bitch spent the weekend observing the variety of reactions to Senator Obama’s announcement that Senator Biden…Joey B. to this bitch…is his V. P. pick.
V.P. announcement reactions should have been included as an Olympic sport.
Blink.
For real, the competition for the top reaction quote was fierce as a motherfucker!
Anyhoo, this bitch thinks the choice makes sense.
Joey B.’s foreign policy street cred is beyond dispute. The dude has a foreign policy resume worthy of respect and he’s up to speed on all the emerging international clusterfucks developing even as I type. Since polls, pundits and undecideds have been screaming for a Veep selection that will sooth any anxiety about Senator Obama’s foreign policy experience Joey B. is the scrappy kid from Scranton (Lawd, give me strength) to get that job done.
Scrappy?
Scrappy.
Cough.
Anyhoo, there was also the issue of exit polls in certain states indicating that race was a big fucking deal to people who didn’t vote for Obama during the primary. Let’s just say that nothing puts some folks at ease like a scrappy scrappified and full of scrap Delaware politician...from Scranton (wink).
And, like many race matters voters, Joey B.’s had his fair share of verbal malfunctions to assist in that ticket-voter bonding process. Shit, he jumped out of the primary gate with one gem about cleanliness (merciful heaven, that was fast). So race matters voters should be able to identify with Biden and he’ll be working hard to make sure that happens.
Finally, Joey B. is nothing if he’s not a bad ass who will call bullshit bullshit. By selecting Joey B., Obama is now free to run above it all and let his #2 get his tussle on where needed.
Even though this bitch was leaning toward Governor Sibelius, I can't say that this choice doesn't make sense.
And a bitch has to admit, after watching heads spin all weekend long, that this move took some political courage…
V.P. announcement reactions should have been included as an Olympic sport.
Blink.
For real, the competition for the top reaction quote was fierce as a motherfucker!
Anyhoo, this bitch thinks the choice makes sense.
Joey B.’s foreign policy street cred is beyond dispute. The dude has a foreign policy resume worthy of respect and he’s up to speed on all the emerging international clusterfucks developing even as I type. Since polls, pundits and undecideds have been screaming for a Veep selection that will sooth any anxiety about Senator Obama’s foreign policy experience Joey B. is the scrappy kid from Scranton (Lawd, give me strength) to get that job done.
Scrappy?
Scrappy.
Cough.
Anyhoo, there was also the issue of exit polls in certain states indicating that race was a big fucking deal to people who didn’t vote for Obama during the primary. Let’s just say that nothing puts some folks at ease like a scrappy scrappified and full of scrap Delaware politician...from Scranton (wink).
And, like many race matters voters, Joey B.’s had his fair share of verbal malfunctions to assist in that ticket-voter bonding process. Shit, he jumped out of the primary gate with one gem about cleanliness (merciful heaven, that was fast). So race matters voters should be able to identify with Biden and he’ll be working hard to make sure that happens.
Finally, Joey B. is nothing if he’s not a bad ass who will call bullshit bullshit. By selecting Joey B., Obama is now free to run above it all and let his #2 get his tussle on where needed.
Even though this bitch was leaning toward Governor Sibelius, I can't say that this choice doesn't make sense.
And a bitch has to admit, after watching heads spin all weekend long, that this move took some political courage…
Not going to Denver…
Happy Monday all!
After much debate a bitch decided that now was not the best time for me to be out of the state and out of touch during the Democratic Convention.
Sigh.
Things are still unsettled from my brother Bill’s car accident and I’d rather be a car ride away than a time zone apart.
But thank you to everyone who asked!
Y’all will just have to meet me in St. Louis if you want to cotillion with a bitch (wink)…
After much debate a bitch decided that now was not the best time for me to be out of the state and out of touch during the Democratic Convention.
Sigh.
Things are still unsettled from my brother Bill’s car accident and I’d rather be a car ride away than a time zone apart.
But thank you to everyone who asked!
Y’all will just have to meet me in St. Louis if you want to cotillion with a bitch (wink)…
Friday, August 22, 2008
Lawd, this has been a week!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
By request - a bitch's response...
Yes, a bitch has heard about Rush Limbaugh’s latest verbal malfunction…this one revising his fear of black men and his frustration that domestic violence against women is on the no-can-do list.
Via Feministing, here’s the Rush Limbaugh quote in question…
"Obama's patriotism is not being attacked in an ad. McCain's just out there saying he's putting his own personal political ambition ahead of the country's. It's -- you know, it's just -- it's just we can't hit the girl. I don't care how far feminism's saying, you can't hit the girl, and you can't -- you can't criticize the little black man-child. You just can't do it, 'cause it's just not right. It's not fair. He's such a victim."
And here’s a bitch's response...
#1 The Myth of the Black Power 'Easy Button'
They're such victims.
And that must be why Rush Limbaugh is the highest paid Bull Connor impersonator in the world…
Via Feministing, here’s the Rush Limbaugh quote in question…
"Obama's patriotism is not being attacked in an ad. McCain's just out there saying he's putting his own personal political ambition ahead of the country's. It's -- you know, it's just -- it's just we can't hit the girl. I don't care how far feminism's saying, you can't hit the girl, and you can't -- you can't criticize the little black man-child. You just can't do it, 'cause it's just not right. It's not fair. He's such a victim."
And here’s a bitch's response...
#1 The Myth of the Black Power 'Easy Button'
I don’t know who told people that 2008 was the year of 24/7 milk and honey for black people, but they lied, they lied, they fucking lied.
Did I mention that they lied?
If Senator Obama had a dollar for every critique he’s received since announcing his candidacy he’d almost catch up to Cindy I don't keep track of my houses, I pay people to keep track of my houses McCain’s ass. So, that argument…the one that too many assholes have convinced themselves is true even as they open their mouths to toss out another criticism for good measure…mmhmmm, that argument that Obama is getting a pass because he's a person of color is bullshit.
I’ve been black and American since birth and let me assure you that 2008 is another year for the record books in the trifling ass insult laden assumption that black folks have some mystical race card…like a motherfucker Black Power Easy Button…that helps us get over department.
If Senator Obama had a dollar for every critique he’s received since announcing his candidacy he’d almost catch up to Cindy I don't keep track of my houses, I pay people to keep track of my houses McCain’s ass. So, that argument…the one that too many assholes have convinced themselves is true even as they open their mouths to toss out another criticism for good measure…mmhmmm, that argument that Obama is getting a pass because he's a person of color is bullshit.
I’ve been black and American since birth and let me assure you that 2008 is another year for the record books in the trifling ass insult laden assumption that black folks have some mystical race card…like a motherfucker Black Power Easy Button…that helps us get over department.
Shit.
#2 What we have here is a failure to communicate.
#2 What we have here is a failure to communicate.
For the record, when one political candidate says that another political candidate is putting personal ambition ahead of his country’s needs…cough…that dude is questioning the other dude’s patriotism.
If you looked up "questioning another person’s patriotism" in the Slinging Mud for Dummies political handbook you’d find a picture of Senator McCain hurling that shit to his left.
Pause…consider…continue.
But hey, that one may have set a world record for destroying your own argument.
#3 And you miss that, don’t you? You sick fuck.
If you looked up "questioning another person’s patriotism" in the Slinging Mud for Dummies political handbook you’d find a picture of Senator McCain hurling that shit to his left.
Pause…consider…continue.
But hey, that one may have set a world record for destroying your own argument.
#3 And you miss that, don’t you? You sick fuck.
No Rush, you “can’t hit the girl” anymore…you fucking freak.
But you can still reach deep into your Racism 101 bag of tricks and pull out that tried and true favorite - calling a black man a child.
What?
Oh, yes you can.
But you can still reach deep into your Racism 101 bag of tricks and pull out that tried and true favorite - calling a black man a child.
What?
Oh, yes you can.
See, Rush just did!
And Lawd knows nothing is going to happen to him as a result...is it?
Of course not.
Because the truth of the matter is that we can do a lot of things now a'days but we can’t pull sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigots off the air.
We just can’t do it.
It’s not fair.
And Lawd knows nothing is going to happen to him as a result...is it?
Of course not.
Because the truth of the matter is that we can do a lot of things now a'days but we can’t pull sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigots off the air.
We just can’t do it.
It’s not fair.
They're such victims.
And that must be why Rush Limbaugh is the highest paid Bull Connor impersonator in the world…
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Rep. Stephanie Tubbs Jones 1949-2008…
Rep. Stephanie Tubbs Jones has died.
May she be remembered for her smile and her work.
And may her family find comfort in the memory of her life even as they grieve her passing.
May she be remembered for her smile and her work.
And may her family find comfort in the memory of her life even as they grieve her passing.
Rep. Tubbs Jones hospitalized…
Rep. Stephanie Tubbs Jones of Ohio was hospitalized in critical condition today after suffering an aneurysm.
She is the first black representative from the state of Ohio.
Doctors report that Rep. Tubbs jones has "very limited brain function" and that the aneurysm is in "an inaccessible part of her brain."
My prayers are with her and her family…
…and in hopes that we may be united in our hope for her recovery despite politics past.
She is the first black representative from the state of Ohio.
Doctors report that Rep. Tubbs jones has "very limited brain function" and that the aneurysm is in "an inaccessible part of her brain."
My prayers are with her and her family…
…and in hopes that we may be united in our hope for her recovery despite politics past.
Hello darkness, my old friend…
A bitch had the strangest dream last night.
His head then lolled and he mumbled… “I’m a featured speaker at the RNC! I’m gonna be V.P.… Me!! Veep Me, Veep Me, Veep Me!!”
“Motherfucker, have you lost your damned mind?” I asked.
“In this era of uncertainty and conflict, the United States - blessed with the world's strongest military, most ingenious economy, and most tolerant society - remains a model and leader to the world.”
“What?” demanded this bitch, stepping back from the stank of rancid pea soup.
“This is an exciting time. I believe we stand at the edge of a new age - a Golden Age - of freedom that will rival any of the great eras of world history because it will be the entire world itself that is changing!” Lieberman shouted, then spun his head again.
A bitch paused and surveyed the scene.
“You know what, I don’t think you require a correction. This isn’t the average misbehaving. No, I think you may be possessed of the devil!”
More pea soup issued from his mouth.
A bitch quickly pulled out my Devil Possession Check List.
What?
Not quite a dream-based correction…no, it was more of a political exorcism.
Note for the uninitiated – a bitch’s dream-based exorcisms/corrections are in no way a reflection of shit she’d like to do for real and should not be taken as truth since…well, shit they’re dream-based.
Shall I share?
Oh, do I dare (wink)?
Alright then!
A bitch stumbled into sleep after listening to some sort of political gossip claiming that non-other than Senator Joe Lieberman was on the short list to be Senator McCain’s Veep.
That must have been on my mind, because my first sleep-based vision was of Senator Lieberman tied to a padded bed in a bedroom that was fucking freezing...see your own breath in the air freezing...slap your own face then pray for a quick death freezing...mmmhmmm COLD!
Note for the uninitiated – a bitch’s dream-based exorcisms/corrections are in no way a reflection of shit she’d like to do for real and should not be taken as truth since…well, shit they’re dream-based.
Shall I share?
Oh, do I dare (wink)?
Alright then!
A bitch stumbled into sleep after listening to some sort of political gossip claiming that non-other than Senator Joe Lieberman was on the short list to be Senator McCain’s Veep.
That must have been on my mind, because my first sleep-based vision was of Senator Lieberman tied to a padded bed in a bedroom that was fucking freezing...see your own breath in the air freezing...slap your own face then pray for a quick death freezing...mmmhmmm COLD!
Shit, if this bitch had known my dream was going to involve cold ass temps I wouldn’t have worn my fantabulous leather bustiere (my dream, my fashion)…or at least I would have brought a fierce as hell cape into dreamland with me.
Sneeze.
Anyhoo, I approached the bed only to see Lieberman’s head spin completely around in a full circle! He then opened his mouth and spewed forth pea soup.
Sneeze.
Anyhoo, I approached the bed only to see Lieberman’s head spin completely around in a full circle! He then opened his mouth and spewed forth pea soup.
His head then lolled and he mumbled… “I’m a featured speaker at the RNC! I’m gonna be V.P.… Me!! Veep Me, Veep Me, Veep Me!!”
“Motherfucker, have you lost your damned mind?” I asked.
“In this era of uncertainty and conflict, the United States - blessed with the world's strongest military, most ingenious economy, and most tolerant society - remains a model and leader to the world.”
“What?” demanded this bitch, stepping back from the stank of rancid pea soup.
“This is an exciting time. I believe we stand at the edge of a new age - a Golden Age - of freedom that will rival any of the great eras of world history because it will be the entire world itself that is changing!” Lieberman shouted, then spun his head again.
A bitch paused and surveyed the scene.
“You know what, I don’t think you require a correction. This isn’t the average misbehaving. No, I think you may be possessed of the devil!”
More pea soup issued from his mouth.
A bitch quickly pulled out my Devil Possession Check List.
What?
Oh, as if you don’t have one.
Let's see...
Head spinning?
Check!
Cold as hell room?
Check!
Adoration of fiendish conservatives bent on making babies cry, scaring kittens and the destruction of free societies?
Check!
Pea soup stanktified nastiness?
Check!
“Mmmmhmm, you’ve signed your name in the devil’s book!” a bitch declared.
I quickly pulled out my vial of sanctified vodka cran (wink) and began to spritz it over Lieberman’s covered form.
“The power of progress compels you! The power of progress compels you!” a bitch chanted, only to see Lieberman’s body levitate slowly and rise almost to the ceiling.
“Holy shit!” a bitch stepped back and collided with none other than Al Gore!
“Holy shit!” I repeated.
“Girl, you are wasting your time.”
“But I can save him! I know I can!!” a bitch argued.
“But he’s not possessed by a demon. He’s just stopped fronting that he's any kind of liberal."...Al (we're close like that...in my dreams) patiently explained.
“But how do you explain the head spinning…the pea soup spittle…or the levitating off the floor whilst babbling crazy ass shit?” I had to ask.
“Oh, that's how the GOP gets their sleep on.”
***cue alarm clock***
Head spinning?
Check!
Cold as hell room?
Check!
Adoration of fiendish conservatives bent on making babies cry, scaring kittens and the destruction of free societies?
Check!
Pea soup stanktified nastiness?
Check!
“Mmmmhmm, you’ve signed your name in the devil’s book!” a bitch declared.
I quickly pulled out my vial of sanctified vodka cran (wink) and began to spritz it over Lieberman’s covered form.
“The power of progress compels you! The power of progress compels you!” a bitch chanted, only to see Lieberman’s body levitate slowly and rise almost to the ceiling.
“Holy shit!” a bitch stepped back and collided with none other than Al Gore!
“Holy shit!” I repeated.
“Girl, you are wasting your time.”
“But I can save him! I know I can!!” a bitch argued.
“But he’s not possessed by a demon. He’s just stopped fronting that he's any kind of liberal."...Al (we're close like that...in my dreams) patiently explained.
“But how do you explain the head spinning…the pea soup spittle…or the levitating off the floor whilst babbling crazy ass shit?” I had to ask.
“Oh, that's how the GOP gets their sleep on.”
***cue alarm clock***
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Check this out…
Michel Martin of NPR’s Tell Me More wrote a piece for The Root.com on the selection of three white men all over the age of 68 by the Commission on Presidential Debates to moderate the debates this year.
Something about this election year makes that move seem beyond out of touch. Not that the moderators were ever representative of the masses, but daaaaammn.
If a bitch didn’t know better I’d think the Commission was trying to send a message.
Blink.
Anyhoo, please take a moment to read Michel’s piece and let me know your thoughts.
Toodles!
Something about this election year makes that move seem beyond out of touch. Not that the moderators were ever representative of the masses, but daaaaammn.
If a bitch didn’t know better I’d think the Commission was trying to send a message.
Blink.
Anyhoo, please take a moment to read Michel’s piece and let me know your thoughts.
Toodles!
Monday, August 18, 2008
A realness-based statement of the obvious…
Ahem.
You can be in an oppressed group and be bigoted as hell.
I just thought that might need saying since a bitch has been getting some e-mails claiming the opposite.
Now I don’t have the foggiest idea what triggered these protests…sometimes these things just cycle on and off based on their own internal clock.
You know…like cicada.
Blink.
Anyhoo, just because you have The Man’s boot on your neck doesn’t mean that you don’t harbor the belief that some other people deserve that boot on their neck just because of who they are.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled bitchitude…
You can be in an oppressed group and be bigoted as hell.
I just thought that might need saying since a bitch has been getting some e-mails claiming the opposite.
Now I don’t have the foggiest idea what triggered these protests…sometimes these things just cycle on and off based on their own internal clock.
You know…like cicada.
Blink.
Anyhoo, just because you have The Man’s boot on your neck doesn’t mean that you don’t harbor the belief that some other people deserve that boot on their neck just because of who they are.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled bitchitude…
The bitness of beer…
Longtime readers know that this bitch favors vodka crans over beer, but I am a St. Louis native and my ass was raised to know the difference between personal preferences and bitness.
Now that the dust has settled from The Great Beer Brawl of 2008…cough…and InBev is poised to move in and make changes, a bitch decided to take a
look at what’s what with this story.
Shit, it is not every day that a huge financial anchor and St. Louis landmark gets merged upon.
'Tis done and what comes after will define the value of this beer-based coming together for everyone involved from the boardrooms down to the taps.
According to the Post, looks like A-B suits are landing on both feet in a pile of money.
Blink.
The Post reports that The Fourth (August A. Busch IV) is set to bank $10.35 million as a lump sum and collect additional fees of about $120,000 a month as a consultant…adding up to $7.2 million if he starts working next January. The Fourth will get a personal security detail and free tickets to events sponsored by A-B.
Oh, and he’ll also get around $33.6 million from the accelerated vesting of stock relating to the InBev buyout.
Goodness!
Someone is going to have a very merry rest of his life.
With labor contract negotiations set to begin, we’ll soon see if that generosity trickles down to the workers…
Now that the dust has settled from The Great Beer Brawl of 2008…cough…and InBev is poised to move in and make changes, a bitch decided to take a
look at what’s what with this story.Shit, it is not every day that a huge financial anchor and St. Louis landmark gets merged upon.
'Tis done and what comes after will define the value of this beer-based coming together for everyone involved from the boardrooms down to the taps.
According to the Post, looks like A-B suits are landing on both feet in a pile of money.
Blink.
The Post reports that The Fourth (August A. Busch IV) is set to bank $10.35 million as a lump sum and collect additional fees of about $120,000 a month as a consultant…adding up to $7.2 million if he starts working next January. The Fourth will get a personal security detail and free tickets to events sponsored by A-B.
Oh, and he’ll also get around $33.6 million from the accelerated vesting of stock relating to the InBev buyout.
Goodness!
Someone is going to have a very merry rest of his life.
With labor contract negotiations set to begin, we’ll soon see if that generosity trickles down to the workers…
With heartfelt concern for the Havasu ‘Baaja…
Redland Dam has failed in the Grand Canyon resulting in the evacuation of hundreds of people.
What has been under-reported up to this point is that the flood threatened members of the Havasu ‘Baaja who live on the Havasupai Indian Reservation within the Grand Canyon.
Many positive thoughts and wishes go out to the Havasu ‘Baaja with hopes that your families remain safe and whole and the damage minimal.
What has been under-reported up to this point is that the flood threatened members of the Havasu ‘Baaja who live on the Havasupai Indian Reservation within the Grand Canyon.
Many positive thoughts and wishes go out to the Havasu ‘Baaja with hopes that your families remain safe and whole and the damage minimal.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Pondering Sasquatch…
The Democratic Republic of Georgia and Russia are still at odds…our economy is in the toilet…there are all kinds of election related things going on…we’re setting up some sort of nuclear bomb facility in Poland…
…and CNN.com has a live feed of the Big Foot carcass press conference?
Blink.
Fine.
…and CNN.com has a live feed of the Big Foot carcass press conference?
Blink.
Fine.
Fuck it.
Soylent Green is Sasquatch!
Soylent Green is Sasquatch!
Thirst for Life Kick-Off Party – Saturday August 16!
Join this bitch and many others this Saturday, August 16th (tomorrow, damnit!) from 7pm-10pm for "TAKE ME OUT TO THE PAWS GAME" the fabulous Kick-Off Party to Thirst for Life 2008.
This Kick-Off event and Thirst for Life will benefit St. Louis Effort for AIDS and PAWS.
PAWS helps those with HIV/AIDS to keep their pets by providing food, vet care, grooming and more.
The Kick-Off party will take place at Just John’s in The Grove neighborhood on Manchester Ave. Just John’s will be closed to the general public during this event.
Thirst for Life is being presented by Michelob Amber Bock and will feature DJs, the best ballpark fare (yum!), and free libations from Michelob Amber Bock, Vox Vodka, deKuyper, Jagermeister, Tommy Bahama Rums, Grand Marnier, Navan, Ecco Domani wines, Sauza tequila, 180, Monster energy drinks and more!
Bid on fantastic silent auction items from local artists, autographed sports memorabilia, tickets to awesome events and a few special surprises.
Tickets are still available for only $25 while they last.
Note – keep your chil’ren at home because no one under 21 years old will be admitted.
This Kick-Off event and Thirst for Life will benefit St. Louis Effort for AIDS and PAWS.
PAWS helps those with HIV/AIDS to keep their pets by providing food, vet care, grooming and more.
The Kick-Off party will take place at Just John’s in The Grove neighborhood on Manchester Ave. Just John’s will be closed to the general public during this event.
Thirst for Life is being presented by Michelob Amber Bock and will feature DJs, the best ballpark fare (yum!), and free libations from Michelob Amber Bock, Vox Vodka, deKuyper, Jagermeister, Tommy Bahama Rums, Grand Marnier, Navan, Ecco Domani wines, Sauza tequila, 180, Monster energy drinks and more!
Bid on fantastic silent auction items from local artists, autographed sports memorabilia, tickets to awesome events and a few special surprises.
Tickets are still available for only $25 while they last.
Note – keep your chil’ren at home because no one under 21 years old will be admitted.
Hoodwinked? Bamboozled?
This past Monday a bitch was asked to appear on NPR’s Tell Me More show.
Only my adoration of the fantabulous Michel Martin got my ass out of bed and at KWMU by 6:30am (ugh).
Anyhoo, I was on the show with a certain Darragh Murphy of PUMA fame to address their opposition to party unity and the then uncertainty of the Clinton’s presence at the DNC that is now certain.
Imagine my surprise when it was brought to my attention that Darragh Murphy donated to Senator McCain’s 2000 run for the Republican nomination.
A bitch has listened to Ms. Murphy’s…umm, explanation…of how her donation ended up in Senator McCain’s coffers in 2000 and I don’t follow the logic of a self-identified Democrat donating to McCain in an effort to keep then Governor Scooter B. (President Bush to the uninitiated) from winning to Republican nomination ‘cause she thought that would help Al Gore.
I’m not saying girlfriend is lying...I don’t know her or her life…but that shit doesn’t make a lick of sense.
I mean, if you follow that logic and apply it to the here and now then Murphy would be supporting Senator Clinton in an effort to unseat Senator Obama so that Senator McCain will get elected.
Pause...listen...continue.
Shit, even the crickets don't have a damn thing to say.
Blink.
I shared my thoughts in the BackTalk segment of Tell Me More...listen to the whole thing 'cause the other stuff is interesting and a bitch is at the end (wink).
BTW – you’ll want to listen to Michel Martin’s comment on the moderators selected for the debates…go on with your bad self!
Only my adoration of the fantabulous Michel Martin got my ass out of bed and at KWMU by 6:30am (ugh).
Anyhoo, I was on the show with a certain Darragh Murphy of PUMA fame to address their opposition to party unity and the then uncertainty of the Clinton’s presence at the DNC that is now certain.
Imagine my surprise when it was brought to my attention that Darragh Murphy donated to Senator McCain’s 2000 run for the Republican nomination.
A bitch has listened to Ms. Murphy’s…umm, explanation…of how her donation ended up in Senator McCain’s coffers in 2000 and I don’t follow the logic of a self-identified Democrat donating to McCain in an effort to keep then Governor Scooter B. (President Bush to the uninitiated) from winning to Republican nomination ‘cause she thought that would help Al Gore.
I’m not saying girlfriend is lying...I don’t know her or her life…but that shit doesn’t make a lick of sense.
I mean, if you follow that logic and apply it to the here and now then Murphy would be supporting Senator Clinton in an effort to unseat Senator Obama so that Senator McCain will get elected.
Pause...listen...continue.
Shit, even the crickets don't have a damn thing to say.
Blink.
I shared my thoughts in the BackTalk segment of Tell Me More...listen to the whole thing 'cause the other stuff is interesting and a bitch is at the end (wink).
BTW – you’ll want to listen to Michel Martin’s comment on the moderators selected for the debates…go on with your bad self!
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