Here are four stories causing my temperature to rise today:
182 Million people projected to die from Global Warming this Century — just in Sub-Saharan Africa.
US Soldiers at risk of suicide sent on combat missions in Iraq, “while on potent antidepressants and anti-anxiety drugs, with little or no counseling or medical monitoring.“
Laura Bush doesn’t believe in Dubya’s bad poll numbers since everyone she meets loves her husband.
The Duke Cunningham scandal investigation widens to include 9 more Capitol Hill staffers.
What’s got your goat this Monday?
My goat? A stiff back and rainy overcast weather.
What a lousy combination.
Unfortunately, I can no longer refer to my goat. She’s been missing since Reagan’s election.
51% Oppose the NSA spying on Americans and BushCo™ wants open access to EU Phone Data…and it’s Monday.
Peace
the ABC Blotter reports newsies need to change their phones. Recommended by a “federal source”. WTF, spycraft 101?
Here is the link.
our southern border. I’m weary of feeling like I live in a police state!
Now is that all the hours of one workday or all the normal hours that a persons works a day? Like does this mean Tuesday is Indictment Day or three weekdays of eight hour shifts until Indictment Day? Life is so confusing
the National Guard to “protect our borders” when the corporations profiting from cheap labor do not do their part? First Bush said it was about making the corporations “do detective work” before hiring a non-US citizen. This morning, another rich, white man in a suit said it’s because there’s too much document forgery. What a crock!
When I worked at a private urban university, ending about 10 years ago, we obeyed the law, gathering documents for every non-citizen, and had an immigration officer. The only excuse given for corporations is that they don’t want to do the paperwork. They want the profits, but not the accountability.
Corporations should obey the law just like each of us does. I don’t want to pay for their illegal activities. Period.
Being allergic to oregano and accidentally ingesting it…ouch.
did you figure out the culprit?
The crust off a pizza with red sauce…which I really knew I shouldn’t have eaten. Arrgh.
Have an asthma thing?
It’s actually this.
The pain from it is so intense it makes my eardrums hurt…weird.
Oh Dear God… your throat swelled? Oh, CG I hope the next time you eat pizza you make your own sauce. I so hope you’re feeling better.
Ha, my two contributions to today’s newsbucket are the Laura Bush/polls story and the US sending suicidal troops into battle. That one infuriates me. Oh, breaking now on Raw: NSA collecting phone records from major newspapers: NYT, WaPost. I knew there would be a political angle to the NSA thing, I just hoped someone would leak it. It appears that leak has happened.
She marries a coke snorting hooker girlfriend in Houston asshole but she’s nice and sweet and gives birth to beautiful twin girls…..her husband steals the presidency of the most powerful nation on earth and she toodles along smoking long cigarettes and caressing all the books in the library………he starts an illegal war and blows the shit out of defenseless innocent children and she wanders carelessly around with White House with cute little black dogs chasing in her wake……she sleeps next to “Damien” every night and awakens every morning with birds twittering in her ears while she stretches and yawns. Stupid is as stupid does!
I lost any respect I might have had for Laura Bush when it was reported that her advice to her girls going out on the campaign trail in 2004 was “keep your hair out of your eyes.” Arghhhhh!
I believe strongly that we need to go overboard empowering our young women from the time they pop out of the womb, instilling self confidence and self worth at every turn. Her comment belongs in 1955.
Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but jeeeeez.
What’s got my goat this hour is Karl Rove giving a live speech at the American Enterprise Institute, carried by C-SPAN 1, looking smug as ever. Maybe he has world class sang froid, but he sure doesn’t look like a guy who already got indicted.
I have been trying to make a doctor appointment for two hours. I have had to hang up four times. Now, this last time, the recording says “we are experiencing an emergency at this time. Please call back in two hours”.
WTF? This is a dedicated line to make appointments. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Inside The Presidential Soul. 4:26 a.m., 5-15-06
It was the morning of George’s big nationally televised Immigration Speech. The early morning. George couldn’t sleep.
Immigration’s not gonna work, George said to himself. Nothing’s gonna work. Fucking Iraq thing is gonna kill everything. Never shoulda…
George stopped himself. Don’t let the negativity start. It always ends up…God dammit, that’s what the pills are for. Keep the damn thing from starting in the first place.
A clock ticked in the dark bedroom.
Commissioner of Baseball. Yeah, big fucking joke. You’re a big fucking comedian now, huh Gore? Kick his fucking ass with one hand tied behind my back. Kick all their asses. Fuck him. Fuck them all.
George glanced hopefully at the lump next to him in the bed.
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Maybe she’s awake. Maybe she’s in the mood. Maybe if I…
Nope. Not a chance. Not when she’s sleeping like that. God bless her. Saying she doesn’t believe the polls. God love her. Where would I be…no. Don’t start. But she doesn’t understand. Nobody understands.
George remembered his last dream. He was with that beautiful young receptionist. Outside. On the White House lawn. Naked. They’d been talking – then he was kissing her beautiful nipples. Oh it was nice. She had big ones. Not too big. But big. And they stuck out just the way he liked ’em. Then all of a sudden, just when he was getting into it he realized…she wasn’t into it. She wasn’t turned on at all. President or no president. He was too old. Too old and flabby and…then he noticed Snow watching them from behind a bush. Fucking asshole was laughing. Then he’d woken up with the damn insecurity. This fucking God damn nagging insecurity. It was all turning to shit, just like all the fancy pants liberals said it would. Just like Dad said it would. Well, not said, maybe, but those looks. Oh, he had his ways of letting you know what he thought. Oh yeah, he had his ways, alright.
Fuck him. Fuck them all.
George ran his hand lightly over Laura’s sleeping body. Not touching her, just caressing..her aura. Yeah. That’s what they call it. She might feel it. You never know. You know how women are.
Nope. A brick. A fucking piece of stone under the sheets.
I can’t believe she can sleep. How can she sleep? Everything’s turning to shit. Just like I knew it would. She doesn’t understand. Not a mean bone in her body. She’s the saint. Doesn’t believe the polls. Well, God bless her.
Some good hard sex, though. That’d do the trick. A man needs to know he’s a man. Gotta know he’s strong. For Christ’s sake, a president’s gotta have some confidence! Gotta be able to lead. That’s what sex is about! The power. Ask that poor hick Clinton. Can’t one of these women around here make a man feel powerful? Is it too big a deal to ask a woman to make the president feel like the fucking president for 15 minutes? God Dammit! I can still do it. I’m up to 6 miles on the stationary bike! 59 is not that old! God, L’il George is a powerful sight when he’s up all the way. But it’s these pills. The pills don’t let my heart beat the way it used to. Can’t pump the blood the way I used to. Fucking Presidential Pharmacist, my ass. Can’t get rid of one fucking side effect? All the pills I take? God I’d like to just walk away. Just fucking say fuck it all.
Commissioner of Baseball. Funny. Yeah, real fucking funny.
But…would it have been so bad?
Fuck you Gore, you fucking loser. Kick your ass and Kerry’s, too. One hand tied behind my back. Both of you. At the same time. While you fuck each other in the ass. Fucking faggot Democrats.
Always disparaging the job. That’s all they know how to do. Like it’s such a piece of cake being Commissioner. If it’s such a piece of cake how come Selig’s still got the job? Huh? Why couldn’t they find a replacement for Giamatti? Fuck them. They don’t know shit about baseball.
If it hadn’t been for this Iraq thing.
Well, they’re not reporting the good news.
Oh, come off it, George. What good news? For Christ’s sake, you know it’s a clusterfuck. What else could it be with that loony running the show? Now they gotta give it to me in the Daily Briefing. Yeah, I know, I asked for it. But they don’t understand. Nobody understands. Pos. It. Ivity. People don’t understand how important it is to be positive. They could still make it positive, no matter what the news is. Condi always knew how to make it positive. If Condi was still in the White House…
Condi.
Yeah. Condi.
Condi knew how to make it positive.
The skin. Those legs. Those heels…
Condi.
Yeah, Condi.
Oh, yeah. Condi.
Oh yeah…
this is disturbing.
Hey, at least he wasn’t fantasizing about Iran at the end there!