Global Warming is getting thick here in Michigan.
It’s only 8-9 inches. But I hate this heavy wet snowy snow stuff. I’m reduced to watching Cruel Wife run the snowblower – which REALLY gets under my skin. It’s not right. It’s like wimmen running a BBQ.
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Terrible thing to be born w/o a spine because you get egged on by your friends to go kick some old guy’s ass, and get yours whupped instead. Terrible thing to be beset upon like that just because you threatened an old guy with bodily harm several times. What’s this racist world coming to? Can’t a brother just kick some cracker’s ass for sayin’ something he don’t like the sound of?
Note: That was meant to be sarcastically mocking.
Guess not. Thanks Gaius at the magicnegrowatch.blogspot.com for posting that (and for Amusing Bunni for bringing it to light).
Read Gaius’ mission statement:
I am not a Republican, I am a Conservative and I have this never ending nagging distrust of liberals, particularly white liberals. White liberals are a bunch of phony socially retarded trifling people who lack even the most basic form of common sense. My blog is my tiny little weapon against liberal nonsense and stupidity. If you find this blog offensive, then you are exactly the type of individual who needs to be reading it. If you have the guts to confront a black man who does not follow the liberal prescription for success in America by bitching and whining about how much the government should “care” then make your voice heard. It’s easy to visit and hang out on a blog where only people of one particular political persuasion congregate and where your narrow little myopic view is appreciated and accepted. If you are a liberal and particularly if you are white try and educate yourself to something other than what you were taught at some university by some idiot Birkenstock wearing professor. All black people don’t think alike I’m living proof. Contact me at negrovillesnoop@yahoo.com
I do so like a guy who isn’t afraid to be who the hell he wants to be! And I am doubly happy that he goes out of his way to make the distinction between Republican and Conservative. Well played, Sir, well played.
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We’ll do it in the spirit of bipartisanship unless you disagree with us in which case we’ll sink you.
In the course of unveiling Obama’s new health reform proposal on a conference call with reporters this morning, White House advisers made it clearer than ever before: If the GOP filibusters health reform, Dems will move forward on their own and pass it via reconciliation.
The assertion, which is likely to spark an angry response from GOP leaders, ups the stakes in advance of the summit by essentially daring Republicans to try to block reform.
“The President expects and believes the American people deserve an up or down vote on health reform,” White House communications director Dan Pfeiffer said on the call. – theplumline.whorunsgov.com
“…If the GOP filibusters health reform, Dems will move forward on their own and pass it via reconciliation.” – WH Advisors –
No – the Dems absolutely will not.
They would then have zero political cover when (not if) the legislation fails miserably in practice.
I suspect the R’s actually get it this time. I bet they call the D’s bluff.
I sure hope they do, McGoo….that will show some brass.
Hey, wait….I DO BBQ!!! Grrrrrrr…..
Oh, and for LK:
http://www.hookersandbooze.com/2010/02/art-for-arts-sake/
Oh I’m sure you BBQ but everyone KNOWS that men cook with fire better – you don’t *BBQ*.
(oh gosh yes i know i just poked you with a stick – it was fun)
Of course it was fun…you are in freezing MICHIGAN. You can take the chance 😉
Would you believe I smoke pork and buffalo wings in the smoker even this time of year? MMMMMMM-mmmm!
So my very true statement that girls can’t *really* cook with fire and should stay in the kitchen doesn’t bug you at all?
(poke poke poke)
Forgive me, I’m in a really mischievous mood today.
If this mischievous mood helps you forget your pain and your upcoming treatment, poke away. Of course, my mom taught me how to *ahem* cook with fire when I was still living in PR, ya know.
And I cook in my kitchen while barefoot. Oh, yeah….I said it 🙂
You were living Politically Correct?
Do you do barefoot in the kitchen while doing cookies? Oh dear. Next thing we know, you’ll say you were preggers while doing all that and I’m going to bust out laughing.
Cooking with fire – stick, dead animal, fire… yum.
Here’s the part that’ll really bake your noodle – the pain actually gets *worse* after the treatment for 4-6 weeks. That’s why I want to just get it over with.
Hope you are laughing now 😀
In PR we do a barbacoa called “lechon asado”, where we stick a pig, boil the hair off it’s hide, then ram a pole through it in order to prop it up over hot coals. This usually takes between 24 and 48 hours, depending on the size of the pig. Kinda like a luau only above ground.
Pain is weakness leaving the body, or so I’ve heard. Hope any weakness leave post haste!
The idea of shoving a pole up a pig’s hiney so you can rotisserie him in his own juices over flames is making drool run over my shirt.
It’s gross, really. I look like a long-term vegetative patient with all the drool on my chest.
So, get a napkin 😉
Glad you found Gaius! I had the pleasure of meeting him last summer. He is EVERYTHING he writes. And his lovely wife is just as brilliant. He is a regular contributor at The Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler, as well.
Honestly, sometimes typing to you is like typing with my twin, only your wife is also my twin, which would make me married to myself, which is not only narcissistic but creepy, too 🙂
I believe I would like Gaius very much. A no-BS person is a rarity.
Ok, yeah… well, yeah… typing to me makes you married to yourself… damn, woman.
Really, you’re not the most narcissistic one here, I am. It is all about me, you know.
Well, technically I did not claim to be the most narcissistic here.
I seriously doubt I could ever compete for the title 😀
I win! I win I win I win I WIN!
(looks longingly in mirror)
I knew I had it in me – here’s lookin’ at me, kid.
LK – I saw the partial sentence “Would you believe I smoke pork and buffalo wings…” and without reading further thought offhandedly, “OK – LK’s found a new painkiller!”
Oh yes, I smoke ’em but keeping the paper lit is really really hard.
We once had a cow that we named Herbie. He was a great cow. You could go down to feed him and throw hay out to him and scratch his forehead and behind his ears. Very friendly cow.
One day, Dad had Herbie slaughtered, just like he said he’d do when we first got little Herbie.
Thereafter we’d sit at the dinner table and talk about how glad we were that Herbie could join us at the table. crunch crunch Pass me the pickles? much crunch Sure, and pass the mustard back, willya? crunch munch crunch Gosh Herbie is a good cow!
I had a strange childhood.
Why say all that?
Because I imagine you could smoke Herbie for pain.
Made me think of the flick Ravenous for some reason, LK.
And – yes – you had a passably strange childhood. You should be envied…!
I laughed so hard, I choked while coffee shot out of my nose 😀