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They’re coming out with Lego Lord of the Rings now after all the others – Lego Harry Potter, Lego Indiana Jones, Lego Star Wars.

Lord of the Rings.  Huh.  I hope they have LEGOlas the elf in there.

Honest.  I am not making this up.

(h/t to Inscrutable Half-Breed)

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Gingrich:

Today, we’re announcing the 2012 launch of White Americans for Gingrich.

There’s no better time than now to consider the tremendous progress we’ve made through the sacrifice of so many—or a better time to commit to meeting the very real challenges we face right now.

Visit whiteamericans.newtgingrich.com for more information about all the ways you can get involved—from attending PWCU† organizing workshops to becoming a Congregation Captain—and say you’re ready to keep making history. Thanks, and see you out there.

Well that’s just what you expect a racist old cracker like Gingrich to say, isn’t it?

Sure it is, step on the black man, that’s the way of it, isn’t it?

But Gingrich never said it.  He may have displayed spectacularly bad grooming and judgment this election year, but he’s not that stupid.

What sounds repulsive if Newt were to have said it seems perfectly acceptable to the president. If a white candidate said what Obama said I’d drop him like a rock – and I’m white.  Said Obama:

Today, we’re announcing the 2012 launch of African Americans for Obama.

There’s no better time than African American History Month to consider the tremendous progress we’ve made through the sacrifice of so many—or a better time to commit to meeting the very real challenges we face right now.

Visit africanamericans.barackobama.com for more information about all the ways you can get involved—from attending HBCU organizing workshops to becoming a Congregation Captain—and say you’re ready to keep making history. Thanks, and see you out there.

Non-African-Americans need not apply.

The expectation is that it should be allowed and never commented on as I’m doing here because “Gosh-darn-it, it’s obvious that 75% of the whites out there just hate blacks.”

I don’t feel that way at all.  But I’m sure tired of the idea of  a “we blacks have to stick together” club, that somehow there’s some deeper sharing going on because of skin color, or that any failure on the part of someone who is black must be because of racism and oppression, rather than admit to the possibility that some bad life decisions might have been made.

And I certainly don’t feel especially close to any other whites because they’re white, too.  I don’t know a stranger off the street from Adam.  Sure we might be friends but we might absolutely hate each other’s guts, too.  There’s no sense of shared brotherhood there.

You go look at white trailer trash sometime and no one says “Oh, there’s a lot of people there because they’re beaten down.”  No one says that.  They just look at them and say “Well that there is one sorry-ass sonofabitch.”

Predominantly White Colleges and Universities

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This is enough to really piss me off.  Georgia students using food stamps.

“With me being a senior and living on campus for the past four years, I honestly got tired of paying that amount of money per semester just to eat,” student Taylor Smith told the paper. “I did not even know that I was applicable for food stamps until someone told me about the site and to apply to see if I would get it.”

Added Smith, “Since then, I have saved a ton of money.”

“I got tired of paying that amount of money.”  Not, I wasn’t able to get enough food, but she got tired of paying that amount.

“I have saved a ton of money.”

This isn’t a program so you can save some bucks, kid.  It’s so you can eat.  I ate lots of ramen noodles and worked outside of school.  I don’t know where the idea came from that supplemental food programs were so you could go to school and eat for free.  Take less classes if you cannot afford it.

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He’s on a roll today, folks.

“And so when I talk about our financial institutions playing by the same rules as folks on Main Street, when I talk about making sure insurance companies aren’t discriminating against those who are already sick, or making sure that unscrupulous lenders aren’t taking advantage of the most vulnerable among us, I do so because I genuinely believe it will make the economy stronger for everybody. But I also do it because I know that far too many neighbors in our country have been hurt and treated unfairly over the last few years, and I believe in God’s command to ‘love thy neighbor as thyself.'”  – Obama Lovin’ Himself

Suddenly he cares about college student tuitions, homeowners who never should have been given loans are on his list of people to save, and he’s polishing his christian (yes, I used lowercase) image.

Gotta give him credit – he knows who to bribe and cozy up to.  He’s got no sense of the word disingenuous, however.

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Really on a roll…

Agent Dead, Cover-Up Alleged, No Punishment — Holder? It’s ‘Political’

It’s probably racist, too.

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Courtney Love might not be the best parent after all?  Dang, that one caught me by surprise.

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Yesterday’s post had a disclaimer that I did not feel well.  Had it been planned, one could have accused me of employing a literary device known as foreshadowing.

Here’s another instance of foreshadowing… this is the rack I could have gotten if I’d chosen to upgrade to for extra money.

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Had a hell of a time tonight.  On the way home, as I was riding with The Butcher of Lansing, all of the sudden I couldn’t take a breath.  I mean, I could not take a breath, and it was NOT asthma.  I leaned forward and forced a breath in through a huge effort, and was able to continue breathing. We went further down the freeway and I decided to speak up.  “Butcher, pull off at Jackson Road and pretend that we’re going to the hospital.  Humor me and just do it,” I said.

So we looked for the UofM hospital, overshot it despite the fact that they put up two whole signs to point the way, and headed towards the other local hospital.  I swear, our attempts to find the UofM hospital read like part of “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy“:

“But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months.”

“Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn’t exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything.”

“But the plans were on display …”

“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”

“That’s the display department.”

“With a flashlight.”

“Ah, well the lights had probably gone.”

“So had the stairs.”

“But look, you found the notice didn’t you?”

“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard’.”

By that point I was noticing dry mouth, screaming fast pulse, felt like shite, numbness in my hands was more pronounced than normal as was the pain in my arms and neck, and clammy.   No chest pains but skipping beats every so often.  Related to the epidural?  We wondered.

Funny thing, that release I signed Monday morning prior to the epidural.  It was a form that roughly said:

I understand that this is not a risk-free procedure and that potential side effects could include:  Trench foot, acid reflux, gingivitis, tinnitus, bursitis, myelitis, conjunctivitis, peritonitis, inflamed uterus, headache, phantom limb pain, eczema, fallen arches, ringworm, paralysis, and death.

Seriously, those last two were on that form.  Plus things like loss of bladder control, bowel irregularities, and… yes… difficulty breathing.  The proper response for those events was listed as “GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM IMMEDIATELY.”

You can imagine what thoughts were going through my head.

We got there, they whisked me into triage ahead of a compound fracture, two impalements with garden implements, and a sucking head wound.  This might seem odd but remember, with a sucking head wound you can still breathe.  They immediately hooked me up to an EKG and took me in the blood-soaked back of the ER – screams echoed off the walls and vague thudding noises could be heard at irregular intervals.  Hints of brimstone and iodine teased the nose in the drafty cell I was taken to.

Someone asked a question about any recent travel on a plane, train, or bus for an extended period (answer:  No) and then muttered something about “pulmonary embolism” and wandered out of the room without further discussion.  Now, couching the scary stuff in medicalese does not really work with me because I know damn well that pulmonary refers to the big toe and embolism is a fancy-schmancy way of saying “cramp”.  I was plenty worried because I couldn’t figure out how toe cramps equated to breathing difficulties.

They put me on a gurney made of bones, concrete shards, and chicken wire, and then took blood tests for enzyme levels.  I was put on a heart monitor with cables made from barbed wire and later there were  x-rays taken by running through a shuttered area with a poorly shielded cobalt source… I was there for six hours.   Cruel Wife came down and brought GirlHead and HellboyAnd wasn’t that fun!? No, not really.

It was really touching for the first ten seconds – got a tender kiss on my arm from GirlHead.   It wasn’t twenty seconds until GirlHead got into the bio-waste garbage can and Hellboy started playing jump-rope with my IV.  The heart monitor started going BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP in this rapidly increasing and shrill way.  Through clenched teeth I told CW to either put a rein on them or get out because it was helping nothing. Cruel Wife finally got ahold of the sitter on the phone and took them there, vowing to come back later.

When I asked early on in my visit, the Doc said that I could take my [narcotic of choice] and it wouldn’t hurt anything, and by then I was truly in need, eight hours since the last pill – the pain scale goes 0 to 10 and I was at 4 and creeping higher at an alarming rate.  Later he told me that from my blood sample they did enzyme and thyroid tests and he also had a drug panel run on it.  I said “Oh geez, let me guess, you found narcotics.  Gosh, gee willikers, how about that, Patch?”   He looked at me and said “No, not Patch… I’m more like Hawkeye.”   I told him that I wasn’t taking meth, coke, speed, or anything like that.  I only do heroin and huff paint thinner on Tuesdays – us engineers, we have standards.

There was some truth to what he said about being more like Hawkeye Pierce because early on we’d gotten onto the topic of how much caffeine I drink in a given day.  “Well, LOTS,” I said.  He said “Hmmm” in that way that doctors train for years to perfect, and then asked me how I was doing otherwise.  I said “Other things aside, I’m really thirsty… could I get a Coke?”  He left saying that he was going to send the nurse by with a thingy to stick up my thingy for a urine sample.  I told him that was fine as long as we avoided catheters.

Long and short of it, today was a perfect storm.   I woke up feeling terrible – shaky, tired, weak – and probably was dehydrated right off the bat.  Add a Red Bull and a whole bunch of coffee throughout the day because I was struggling continually just to keep moving.  Then add the fact that as an insomniac I don’t sleep for shite to begin with.  Caffeine poisoning.   No wonder my pulse was funky and up around 140 at rest, huh?

X-rays were clear.  Enzymes were clear.  Thyroid was lit but not too lit.  After six hours my pulse was back down around 108 and still dropping.  Had a bitchin’ headache/neckache from lying on the concrete-and-chicken-wire thingy.

Yah-frakkin’ hoo.  Shoulda stayed home like I’d originally planned.   Tomorrow, however, I’m working from home.  Tough shite.  I was going to meet with Le Savant Fou (a fantastic scientist I work with)  in the morning but I’m sure she’ll understand.

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Quick!  While all the rich greedy corporate guys are weak and bleeding, finish them off with energy-conscious mileage requirements!  This is really going to stimulate the economy into a tailspin.  I’m going to come right out and say it:  Obama, you’re an asshole.

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More evidence that Obama is just the kind of president that Iran has been hoping for these last 20-something years… a spineless kumbaya-singing hand-wringing jellyfish.

Why else suddenly crow about the looming ability to nuke US interests and Israel in the middle east?

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Nothing says love quite the same way.  Swiss-made spike strips to block off your driveway.

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Doesn’t get much more self-serving, insincere, and worthless than this.  I call BS on this.  This is just another “apology that isn’t an apology” that politicians and liberals are so very famous for.  Never once did he say “I’m sorry I behaved like an asshole and ‘teabagging’ was rude and obnoxious of me.”

Calling it a “stupid, silly, one-line aside,” he touched on the attention it received. “I think it’s an incorrect statement to say I was, in any way, trying to disparage legitimate protests,” said Cooper. “I don’t think it’s my job to disparage, or encourage, which oddly other networks seemed to be doing. Protest is the great right of all Americans, and it’s not my job in any way to make fun of people or disparage what they’re doing.

“Cooper said he regretted making the comment. “If people took offense to that and felt that I was disparaging their legitimate right to protest, and what they were doing, then that is something I truly regret, because I don’t believe in doing that,” he said. “Having this discussion just takes away from the real story.”  – Anderson Cooper making a disingenuous speech at a UCLA Weasel-fest

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