Culinary Update:
Run right out and get one of these…
And so it goes:
Pork Brains In Milk Gravy. Could it be the worst food product ever? It does have 1170% of your daily cholesterol per serving. Mmmm.
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Move over, Cheryl Crow. Reusable toilet wipes. Not just for children, but for you, too.
Really, haven’t they always been “reusable” for those who really wished to blaze a trail and live what they preach?
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I could not put it any better…
Yep, it takes an ocean to flummox all meaningful potential dissent. And an ocean of diarrhea has indeed been floated our way.
I want to weep. This is scarier than the economic downturn, frankly.
As I’ve said, it has to come from somewhere… you can’t just say “make it so” and then not have a day of reckoning.
Obama’s Budget: Almost $1 Trillion in New Taxes Over Next 10 yrs, Starting 2011
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From The Founder’s Quote Daily of The Patriot Post.
“Who are the militia? Are they not ourselves? It is feared, then, that we shall turn our arms each man against his own bosom. Congress have no power to disarm the militia. Their swords, and every other terrible implement of the soldier, are the birthright of an American. …[T]he unlimited power of the sword is not in the hands of either the federal or state governments, but, where I trust in God it will ever remain, in the hands of the people.“
–A Pennsylvanian, The Pennsylvania Gazette, 20 February 1788
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Takes the New England Journal of Medicine to point out what I noticed back in the late 70′s when as a kid I incurred the wrath of my mother and sister by proclaiming that they didn’t have to eat salads, goat glands, pickled skunk butt, and non-fat cottage cheese if they just cut down how much they ate and exercised.
Hell, if a bonehead like me at age 10 could figure it out, why would it take another 20 years to re-state the painfully obvious?
Some previous studies have found that low carbohydrate diets like Atkins work better than a traditional low-fat diet. But the new research found that the key to losing weight boiled down to a basic rule — calories in, calories out.
“The hidden secret is it doesn’t matter if you focus on low-fat or low-carb,” said Dr. Elizabeth Nabel, director of the National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute, which funded the research.
Limiting the calories you consume and burning off more calories with exercise is key, she said.
You don’t even have to eat less! Just get off yer butt and exercise.
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If Holder thinks that it is so easy to control drug gangs’ access to guns, one way to show it is by proving that he can stop drug gangs’ access to drugs. – John R. Lott, Jr.
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Coulter is, as usual, capable of gouging to the bone with her nails and her wit.
As Obama prepared to deliver his address to Congress yesterday, Republican House Minority Leader John Boehner, Fox News’ Bret Baier and Charles Krauthammer all gushed that history was being made as the first African-American president appeared before Congress.
Even Gov. Bobby Jindal, whom I suppose I should note was the first Indian-American to give the Republican response to a president’s speech, began with an encomium to the first black president. (Wasn’t Bobby great in “Slumdog Millionaire”?)
Are we going to have to hear about this for the next four years? Obama is becoming the Cal Ripken Jr. of presidents, making history every time he suits up for a game. Recently, Obama also became the first African-American president to order a ham sandwich late at night from the White House kitchen! That’s going to get old pretty quick.
It’s already old.
Just as old as the term “shovel-ready” which is going to cause me to bust a gasket before very long.
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…more later…
This is soooooo depressing. I was listening to the the other Rush this morning and had to turn it off. I’m just going to listen to pretty music and look at pictures of kittens for the next four years. That way when the End happens it will be quick, sudden and hopefully painless.
Hey did you order one of those pimped out gom jabbar thingies or not? I’m still really curious about those.
No, I’m afraid to purchase a candy-bar for fear of overextending myself while Obama spends all the taxes I can possibly give for the next ten years in one orgasmic release.
So no, no gom jabbar.
Dang. You were supposed to get one and let me know if it really is as cool as it looks or just some junk that falls apart in 5 minutes. Hmmm.
Oh and this – “Limiting the calories you consume and burning off more calories with exercise is key, she said.” Yeah, whateverrrr! Like that really worked for anyone.
Fat butt.
I should probably live what I preach but it was good thai food today. Oh yeah.
Both me and my co-worker ordered 9-star hotness (out of four listed on the menu). The waitress came back to us and said the kitchen was asking her if we were Thai. Obviously not. She wanted to clarify… did we want five or nine stars? The implication was that we couldn’t handle five, normally. We were having none of that.
We assured her that we could eat anything they dished out. So the rest of lunch we had wait staff patrolling near our table with these sly grins, scoping us out as we ate lunch.
Really pretty funny.
I want to be an honorary Thai.
Gom Jabbar? Where?
I know the reference – Dune, and Paul Atreides little poison-needle kerfuffle with the Reverend Mother.
I may need one and not know it.
It is one of these things that you so desperately need ‘Goo. Five of ‘em, actually.
http://lemurking.wordpress.com/2009/02/14/digital-photography-is-cool/
Oh, and that reverend mother was his grandmother. Vladimir Harkonnen was his grandfather. A pig and a bitch done got together and got busy. Not by her choice, of course.
Oh! I remember that post. I didn’t connect…
Yeah – LK – buy a set and let us know if they’re junk so we don’t waste our money…er, I mean…um…well…
And speaking of Thia & 5 stars, been there and done that. They ask the same thing and my buddy said, “bring it on, wench!” or sumpin condescending to that effect. Bad idea.
Later….I walked out of the restaurant sweating (in January) and with a burned out corpse for a tongue. And my asshole burned for two days when I voided. I thought it would never end.
Never again.
Yeah, but The Dude and I have been gnawing on habaneros for years – neither of our wives eat the hot-hot stuff (although Cruel Wife is in the top 5%, I’d say) so we go get Thai or some other spicy food once a week and tell them to pour it on and make us cry. This is the *only* time you can cry and still carry your man-card, IMHO. And it can’t be that sobbing stuff, you gotta rub peppers in your eyes.
I think the worst thing we suffered was a carb crash afterwards from splitting a third dish of pad thai.
My guts and butt are cast iron – I take after my grandfather, which is a great and solemn honor.