Go away, scary people!

One of my visitors searched me out with “What does it mean when I crap on myself?”

Ha HA HA!

How did he get to me? Seriously, how did he get HERE?

Laughing is the only thing I can do, cuz…  ick.

Where do you people come from?

I’m thinking of poor Scalzi, with his 10,000 per day. He must hit delete without any thought, and smile at the spam-filter.

I, on the other hand, am a little person (online-wise). I have friends and family who come here, and catch up.  My grandfather visits here. When weirdo child-molester ass-wipes pays me a visit, I am completely creeped.

What are you people thinking? No, really. You could not actually be thinking. When two years of my life and my loves and my children are all here for your perusal, you choose ‘Hot Wrestling Women’ as the top post?

Ew.

You are the reason people don’t want to connect. You are what we’re afraid of. I have met some terrific people online, (Meabh just had a similar post, in fact) but you make me afraid to even try. Shame, so much shame, on you.

But I will win. I will keep posting, even though I know you sick (people?)  are lurking. I will visit those folks whom I know and trust are not creepy, and I will keep on keeping on. I trust they will do the same.

I will delete you, and block you, and shout to the rooftops with my addlepated YAWP that you are not the majority (God, I hope not).

Information may want to be free, but it certainly does not want to be in your hands, you sick fucks.

Stay away from me.

 

Damn You, Canada!

Hubby is stuck in Toronto for the weekend. Aparently, it’s snowing.

This sucks on many levels:

Due to the nature of his job, Hubby travels during the week, and we only get to see him on weekends. Now it’ll be two weeks with no Hubby.

We had a romantic getaway to DC planned for this weekend. No romance for me! Or Hubby, for that matter.

So now I have a weekend alone. I think I’ll go to DC anyway, and hang with my BFF.

But I’m sad. And kinda pissed.

 

Burger King gets no more $$ from me…

…and that really is a shame. We don’t do fast food too much in my family, but with three young boys, we opt for fast food on occasion. And when we do, we usually agree on BK as the best option.

But I am so disgusted by the ‘Hit-moms’ ad campaign, the only way I can show my displeasure is to no longer do business with them.

The idea that suburban homemakers (like myself) would be so distressed by a better sandwich that they would band together and hire a hit-man is absurd, upsetting, and when I think that my sons may find it funny, disgusting.

Since when is threatening someone’s life funny? Since when is threatening someone’s life the choice we should make when they do something better than we do? Since when have mom’s been so insecure about their skills that they would hire a hit-man (unless, of course, their daughters are cheerleaders)?

Now, of course I realize the absurdity of the campaign. I am not inclined to find a hit-man to whack the King based on this sorry example. But what kind of asinine message is this campaign sending to children – the very demographic that Burger King hopes to receive its future money from? This campaign is stupid, insulting, and a tragic indication of how ridiculous many large corporations believe the American consumer to be.

 

I Don’t Like My Government

I generally don’t post about politics here, as the current state of the Union makes me heartsick, and I don’t really want to argue with strangers about it, but lately I’ve been feeling that I have to say something. According to the most recent Gallup poll, Bush’s approval rating is 32%. The AP poll has him at 31%. That means that 68% to 69% of Americans do not agree with the Bush Administration’s policies, or think that we are accurately represented by our President. I am heartily with the majority, and am disgusted by our current government and its stated priorities. 

The recent trump by congress of Bush’s desire to ignore Turkish genocide of Armenians has both pleased me – that there are some public servants still in the government with a soul – and offended me, as Bush and his cronies attempt to bully Congress in order to preserve a refueling station and war ally. We’re talking about genocide, and the President wants to table it until after the Iraq war (?) is over, so we can get the most military use out of Turkey. Repulsive. 

Add to that the mudslinging going on with S-chip legislation (admittedly flung by both sides, and also admittedly over flawed legislation, but the GOP has big black eyes over this one), the private mercenaries employed by the Executive Branch in Iraq, the constant stomping on civil rights and liberal translation of the Constitution the Bush administration is famous for, among many, many other things, and I’m at wit’s end. 2008 can not get here fast enough for me. 

Sadly, there are no real standouts in the current crop of candidates. It’s the same hodge-podge of characters that got His Accidency elected in the first place, and then put us through it for another 4 years. Who knew after September 11 that the administration could be so colossally stupid? And what a tragic fact that the American people didn’t have many better alternatives. 

I have been trying to follow the ‘Think globally, act locally’ idea, and get involved in city council. And I try to vote wisely, and discuss wise voting with friends and loved ones. I am all about fixing the problem in this country, and this is where I have chosen to begin, as this is something real that I can do, other than complain.  I’m open to suggestions, but be warned: try to talk here like they did on Bock’s site, and I won’t even mention you before I delete you.

 

I Have Become a Crazy-Person

 My vehicle has been violated by some sort of high-velocity projectile that no one can either find or explain, other than it was apparently launched from a lawn maintenance machine. I now have two broken windows, covered with plastic and shouting “Ghetto-Mobile!” I have been put through considerable inconvenience and irritation to solve this problem. I have endured a cadre of Bubbas standing around scratching their heads and making man-noises and telling me what to do about it, but not really offering to do anything themselves except find out who to blame and charge for the expense. And be fascinated at the mystery of the un-findable projectile. I spent an hour on the phone with the glass repair man, again with Bubba-advice everywhere, trying to explain to him exactly what I meant when I said ‘driver-side rear.’ I handled all of this, along with the recognition that until the repairs were made my van was undrivable and I had to leave it unattended in a public parking lot overnight, with good grace and humor. No, really. I figured life happens, even though as far as this auto is concerned it seems to happen to me with alarming frequency, but there was no help for it and I may as well try to preserve my blood pressure.

That good grace ended early this morning when the glass guy called me at home and asked me for the same information I gave him yesterday, acting like we had never spoken. My ability to deal with dipshits had reached its quota, and I had to then hand the phone to Hubby, who further infuriated me by playing good-cop with this obvious incompetent nincompoop. I arrived at work this morning to find yet another Bubba circling my car with a tape measure (!) trying to determine the exact size of the window. Because the window size isn’t listed on ALL THE OTHER DIMENSIONS I HAD GIVEN HIM THE DAY BEFORE.

It is now 3:00pm. No one has done anything about the fact that I have a Mommy-mobile in the parking lot with plastic over one whole side of it, and that I need to leave in less than two hours. Nor has anyone commented about the fact that there is more glass – little stick-in-a-child’s-toe-and-never-come-out shards of glass embedded in my leather seats and carpet, snagged in my door, and basically blanketing the interior – on the inside of the vehicle than on the outside.

I am royally, if impotently, angry about this whole thing. And none of the Bubbas will talk to me any more after I yelled at the dipshit this morning. Even the measuring-tape guy was scared of me. I guess I’ve got myself a reputation now. They insist on dealing with my husband. Who isn’t here. So he’s gonna get a blast of hot air from me if he continues with this “I’m a good guy and I know how to talk to people so just let me handle it, honey” kind of bullshit. If my car isn’t fixed by the time I leave here today, I’m taking the company president’s car to go get my kids, and then I’m going to stop for ice cream and let them eat it in the car on the way home. While playing their game boys. With the windows down.

 

We Lost WHAT?!

Apparently, the Pentagon “cannot account for” some 190,000 AK-47 rifles and pistols, 135,000 items of body armor and 115,000 helmets reported to be issued to Iraqi forces as of September 22, 2005.

We seem to have lost them.

The report raised concerns that weapons provided by the United States could be falling into the hands of Iraqi insurgents, just as lawmakers and policymakers in Washington await a September report on the success of U.S. President George W. Bush’s surge strategy for stabilizing Baghdad.

One senior Pentagon official told The Washington Post some weapons probably were being used against U.S. troops. He said an Iraqi brigade created in Fallujah disintegrated in 2004 and began fighting American soldiers.

Iran Contra, anyone? Afghanistan, anyone?

Since 2003, the United States has provided about $19.2 billion to develop Iraqi security forces, the GAO said. The Defense Department has recently asked for another $2 billion to continue the train-and-equip program.

Will we ever learn?

 

I’m Sick to Death of Michael Vick

Man, this guy’s a tool. A herpes giving, middle finger showing, drug smuggling, dog fighting tool. And now I have to put up with the media circus and traffic snarls that are coming tomorrow to my fair city, as this waste of space is on trial here. Thanks a ton, Vick. Stupid should hurt, dipshit.

I get really tweaked when I think about the cruelty involved in this. I hope they throw his ass in jail for a very, very long time.