... why we don't have effective gun-control policies in this country?
In the last 24 hours, we've had shootings in Kent, WA, Grand Prairie, TX, and Orlando, FL, resulting in -- at last count -- twenty-one injured and five killed. This is in addition to the usual shootings that don't make national news.
Now, the NRA crowd claims that "iffin ever'one carried, we wouldn't have none o' these sittawations, cuz the law-bidin' folks would gun down them nig...err, Islam.... err, bad guys." Texas has a huge percentage of gun nuts; where were they? I thught the whole idea of having armed lunatics gun down the bad guys was to prevent the armed lunatics from gunning down the good guys.
How much you want to bet the shooters will be more right-wing Christianist-fundamentalist whack jobs like Gerald Loughner? I mean, face it, we DFHs don't go on shooting sprees... that's the job of the Bible-thumpin', hooker-humpin', sister-marryin', rifle-rack-in-the-pickmup neocon wingnut idjit crowd.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Long Time, No See
...Although perhaps not long enough for some people...
I haven't been blogging for a number of reasons:
The job situation sucks, as does the economy. Screw you very much, Mr Preznit Shrub with all your tax cuts for the wealthy, to "create jobs." Create jobs, my fat ass. The only jobs created have been for defense lawyers, Mergers and Acquisitions types, and pool boys. Oh, and the resorts where the banks invest their TARP funds.
It's hard to be creative or even coherent -- never mind amusing -- when you're wondering if you're going to be able to pay the car insurance. And before the Tea Baggers start hootin' 'bout "iffin y'all caint afferd it, y'all shouldn't be drivin," a vehicle is an absolute necessity in Maine. There is no public transportation ouytside of the three largest cities. Even our frickin' state capitol doesn't have bus service.
We're surrounded by the brain-dead morans of the Tea Bagger movement here, along with their hangers-on, the birthers, creationists, and all the rest of the scum. We even have the John Birch Society making a come-back (buncha racist motherfuggers that they are).
Only passably-good news is that the pets are doing okay (remember the mandatory pet-blogging? Yeah, what we haven't done in like three years). Emily the Labrador and Joey the cat adjusted well to the new 618Rants World HQ in Maine. We even adopted a certified pre-owned cat for the Crazy Cat Lady In Training... err, the lovely yet talented Mrs618.
Some of my favorite bloggers have retired, most without notice. Just stop by their blog one day and realize it hasn't been updated in 2 years (which makes me feel a little better).
Politics doesn't change, it still attracts the slimy, the scuzzy, the corrupt. Law enforcement still attracts the power-hungry, the "big-gun-making-up-for-the-small-dick" crowd, business still attracts the "screw you, I got mine" crowd. Rethuglicans are still lying, cheating, whoremongers, and the Biblt-thumpin', hooker-humpin', sister-marryin', rifle-rack-in-the-pickmup neocon wingnut idjit crowd are still mouth-breathing in-bred "Deliverance" NASCAR gun nut fruitloops.
I can't wait to wake up and find the whole last 11 years has been a horrible nightmare.
I feel kinda like Bob Newhart, in the "Newhart" 20th anniversary show: "I dreamt I ran a Vermont inn..." before Larry, Darryl, and Darryl step out of the elevator.
I haven't been blogging for a number of reasons:
- Lack of time (still only working two days a week, but the fire department, rescue squad, and some other commitments are keeping me busy)
- So thoroughly disgusted at the political system (local and national) that I want to spit
- Not a whole lot to say that hasn't already been said by others (f'rinstance, BadTux)
The job situation sucks, as does the economy. Screw you very much, Mr Preznit Shrub with all your tax cuts for the wealthy, to "create jobs." Create jobs, my fat ass. The only jobs created have been for defense lawyers, Mergers and Acquisitions types, and pool boys. Oh, and the resorts where the banks invest their TARP funds.
It's hard to be creative or even coherent -- never mind amusing -- when you're wondering if you're going to be able to pay the car insurance. And before the Tea Baggers start hootin' 'bout "iffin y'all caint afferd it, y'all shouldn't be drivin," a vehicle is an absolute necessity in Maine. There is no public transportation ouytside of the three largest cities. Even our frickin' state capitol doesn't have bus service.
We're surrounded by the brain-dead morans of the Tea Bagger movement here, along with their hangers-on, the birthers, creationists, and all the rest of the scum. We even have the John Birch Society making a come-back (buncha racist motherfuggers that they are).
Only passably-good news is that the pets are doing okay (remember the mandatory pet-blogging? Yeah, what we haven't done in like three years). Emily the Labrador and Joey the cat adjusted well to the new 618Rants World HQ in Maine. We even adopted a certified pre-owned cat for the Crazy Cat Lady In Training... err, the lovely yet talented Mrs618.
Some of my favorite bloggers have retired, most without notice. Just stop by their blog one day and realize it hasn't been updated in 2 years (which makes me feel a little better).
Politics doesn't change, it still attracts the slimy, the scuzzy, the corrupt. Law enforcement still attracts the power-hungry, the "big-gun-making-up-for-the-small-dick" crowd, business still attracts the "screw you, I got mine" crowd. Rethuglicans are still lying, cheating, whoremongers, and the Biblt-thumpin', hooker-humpin', sister-marryin', rifle-rack-in-the-pickmup neocon wingnut idjit crowd are still mouth-breathing in-bred "Deliverance" NASCAR gun nut fruitloops.
I can't wait to wake up and find the whole last 11 years has been a horrible nightmare.
I feel kinda like Bob Newhart, in the "Newhart" 20th anniversary show: "I dreamt I ran a Vermont inn..." before Larry, Darryl, and Darryl step out of the elevator.
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