Tuesday Open Thread
It’s too hard to type this morning, and I don’t really have much to say. Except, Iraq wants to know when the hell we’re getting out. Be nice, and have a good day.
It’s too hard to type this morning, and I don’t really have much to say. Except, Iraq wants to know when the hell we’re getting out. Be nice, and have a good day.
This weekend, we put a rain barrel in the front of the house (already had one out back) for Granny’s latest garden project. Had to dig out a level spot and then build a platform out of concrete blocks and pavers to get it off the ground. Doesn’t quite fit in, in our ticky-tacky suburban neighborhood, but then, neither do we. Fuck ‘em. (more…)
My mom passed away nine years ago today. Odd. In some ways, it seems like yesterday, yet in other ways, it seems like a lifetime ago. That’s how it goes, I guess. Still thinkin’ about ya, ma!
Anyhow, today’s Press the Meat is possibly the best ever. That’s ‘cuz Wimbledon is on instead. (more…)
I hope everybody had a good holiday yesterday. I pretended to be a good little American, and had a barbecue in my back yard. Of course, it was a barbecue for one, and there were no horse shoes or volleyball or frisbee or anything. I did play solo catch with the lacrosse stick and a tennis ball for a while, so that was fun. (more…)
Ah, July 4th, when we honor the great white men who forged an astounding democracy in North America. A democracy that considered black folks to be livestock (except when it came to apportioning representatives to Congress, of course, when they were counted as 60% human). And a ‘democracy’ that didn’t consider women - not even the white ones - as worthy of the vote. And, really, people like Adams were so terrified of the common people (the dirty fucking hippies of the time, I suppose), that they came up with the electoral college nonsense, with which wee are still saddled. (more…)
Even four days this week were too goddamn many. I can’t wait to get today over with. I sure picked a lousy time to quit sniffing glue.
Don’t forget (as if you would), Maron on again for Hartmann today. I generally download Hartmann, ‘cuz I can get it for free. He drives me up the friggin’ wall if I sit and really listen, but it has kind of a numbing affect if you leave it on in the background while you, for lack of a better term, work. (more…)
So, I’m on my way out to the park yesterday, driving past the “DEMAND DOMESTIC DRILLING NOW!” signs (not just support it, mind you, but fucking DEMAND) it, and I’ve got the radio on. Apparently I’m officially old now, because if I don’t have NPR on, I’m generally listening to the oldies station (not even the “Classic Rock” station, but the oldies station that used to play, like, Elvis and Frankie Lane and Johnnie Ray and Theresa Brewer and the Ames Brothers and Pat fuckin’ Boone, fer chrissakes, when I was a kid, and now plays - talk about depressing - the music of my life). (more…)
So, I’m driving back from the park yesterday, and I see a lawn sign that says, “Support Domestic Drilling NOW!” or something to that effect. It never ceases to amaze me how ignorant and easily manipulated people are in this country. Certainly, everybody here knows that there isn’t a moratorium on drilling for oil in the US. There’s a moratorium on new leases, but since the oil companies are just sitting on the leases they already have - some 68 million acres, or over 80 percent of US oil reserves - waiting for the price of oil to go even higher, handing over more leases to them isn’t going to make the price of gas or home heating oil go down. Not even a little bit. It would probably make the Exxon Mobil stock price go up, but that’s about it. (more…)
So, another Sunday, another morning filled with pompous windbags. First up, on Press the Meat, it’s the only man who could possibly fill in for the godlike Tim Russert, NBC News God, Tom Brokaw. Today, Tommuh is at the Western Governors Association Annual Meeting in (Michael) Jackson Hole, Wyoming with Arnold “the pig” Schwarzenegger, Wyoming’s Governor Dave Freudenthal, and Colorado’s Bill Ritter. Oh, and sphincter-faced twerp Chuck Todd, too. (more…)
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