2010 - The Year of the Well Adjusted Madman Ass Kicking

I am back. This will be short and not too sweet. I have nothing to say so you can leave right now.

You did not leave, you mischievous little fools. It is holiday time. I will not get into the Powers That Be (way back when) co-opting a Pagan celebration of the Winter Solstice and "moving" the birth of Jesus from the summer to late December. I could go all "Bah! Humbug!" on your shit and all, but I will resist the urge to do that. I do want to extend my best wishes to one and all during this holiday and new year season. That is me being sincere. I will refrain from that crap from now on.

I do resolve to kick some ass this upcoming year. It is time for a good, societal ass kicking, if I am reading the tea leaves correctly. Take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself this, "Do I deserve a Well Adjusted Madman ass-kicking?". If you answer "no", then you are a liar and you ass will be kicked for lying. If you answer "yes", then you will be ass kicked. I think that I am going to enjoy 2010.

In fact, if I am correct, this upcoming Chinese New Year is the year of the Well Adjusted Madman Ass Kicking. Not as catchy as Year of the Dragon or Rat or Ox (we are currently in that year), but more fun.....for me.

Well, I do have to run, but you should continue to look behind you....I'm a coming and the kicking feels right. Ciao!

So, what's a little oral between friends?

I am back. As usual, I do not think that I have anything to say. As true as that may (the jury is still out on that one) be, it does not change the fact that Oral Roberts, the evangelist, is dead at 91. Oral Roberts University is his namesake.

I always was cracked up by his name, with spelling, and his role as tele-evangelist. There he is preaching and all that I can think about with that name is....well....oral, giving and getting, it does not matter.

Oral Fucking Roberts. Could have been named Sixty Nine Roberts and everyone would be happy. Hell, he could have been Blowjob Roberts, now that is a name that stands for something, but it is a bit male-centric. Of course, he was a male, so that should not have mattered. Deep Throat Roberts, well that may just be a nickname given to a girl I knew in high school. Believe it or not, she was VERY popular with the gentlemen.

Had he not followed his "calling", he could have been quite the porn star or at least have a great porn star name. Oral Does Oral. That would have been a popular title. Perhaps a bit less so in the recent past, since I do not want to see a 91 year old man getting a blown. I mean who wants to see his 91 year old nuts and scrotum hanging down the floor (damn, that gravity).

The thoughts go on and on. It is not enough to bring Oral back but he is in a better place. He is resting with his maker.....or burning in hell if his evangelism (and all of it) is/was "wrong". I guess I will find out soon enough. Then again, I have not seen anybody rising to heaven naked, so the Rapture has not yet occured. Though, there is a Raptors game tonight, so I have that going for me.

Ciao!

Curse of the frogs

I am back. I was thinking about this the other day. Witches, in the olden days, turning men into frogs as a form of a curse. Why frogs? Why an amphibian? Why not an invertebrate?

It does not make sense to me.

Why not a vole, that can easily be eaten by larger mammal or bird of prey? Why not a reptile, bird or fish? Why a fucking amphibian? I am becoming vexed by this thought.

Why not a fucking earthworm or useless earwig? That, to me, would be far worse a fate. I am sure that you can find some "frog kisser", licker, but what human, in their right mind, is going to kiss an earwig? That almost ensures that the spell will not be broken. In fact, chances are greater that the cursed earwig will be stepped upon and crushed.

Do you see where I am going with this? It is as if, the spell castor, actually WANTS the spell to be broken. It would be a thing of impermanence. I just do not buy it.

Then again, they could have always turned them into frogs in France. That way, when the spell was broken, they would be missing a couple of legs. I am not sure there was a long life span for crippled former frogs back in old French days.

Have an awesome weekend pondering that thought! Ciao!

Copenhagen, it is not just for porn anymore, apparently.

I am back. It is one week into December. Is this not the date of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor? I believe that this is the date that would live in infamy.

"All animals are created equal. Some are animals are more equal than others." George Orwell, Animal Farm.

Well, here is another infamous moment.....the "world" is meeting in Copenhagen, Denmark to decide what to do about Global Warming. Call me a cynic. Is this not the same bunch of yahoos who decided that the cure to a financial meltdown, caused by unprecidented, cheap credit, leverage and liquidity was MORE cheap credit?

I am at a loss in wondering who these people are. The Al Gores of the world, out to save the planet, line their pockets and have the rest of us sacrifice and foot the bill for their schemes. They get rich and we get poor.

We obviously need some "world government" that has been appointed or annointed by the United Nations to tell us all what to do and how to run our lives. Our freedom should be at their command. We freely chose those elites among us because they are so intelligent and all knowing. They would most certainly not lie about climate data. They would not disregard data that does not their ASSUMPTIONS and HYPOTHESES! They are too damn fine to do that. We can trust them. How can we not trust them?

Fly into Copenhagen by private jet and commercial airliner. Stay in the finest hotels. Eat the finest meals. Be driven, in limos, to and fro. Have somebody else, read, people through their taxes, foot the bill. Create a huge carbon footprint. Justify it all by actually deluding yourself that you are SAVING the planet. Do as I say, not as I do. We are all equal, I am just more equal than you.

I just had a thought, and I am not proud as it would destroy the beautiful city of Copenhagen. I do not want to cause any harm to my Danish friends (I did have a few of them back in the day). I think the greatest thing that could be done to save the planet may be to drop a hell of a lot of bombs, perhaps go nukes, on Cophenhagen right now and get rid of most of those, not counting the collateral damage to the Danes, free-loading climate fearing zealots.

They do not seem to be willing to debate the science. It is a religion to them. Cost means nothing, especially since they are trying to pass that on to anybody but themselves.

This "cap and trade" notion is so full of shit. Explain to me how sending money from over taxing fuel in developed nations to developing nations that subsidize their fuel, serves to reduce emissions. Explain why a person in Canada who buys a fuel efficient automobile should subsidize a person driving an emissions polluting clunker driven with subsidized fuel in Venezuela. Tell me why the Russians should benefit in a cap and trade system by virtue of the fact they denuded their own environment and the base year for emissions comes at a time when their economy was in a greater shitter than it is now (falling oil production and crumbling industry infrastructure should not be rewarded).

Funny, in this world, no deal is better than shit that is going to be proposed and agreed upon. The only saving grace is Kyoto and Rio before it failed and Copenhagen will, too. As my grandmother used to say, "Do the same thing and you will get the same result" or the definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting the results to change.

Well, all I can say is heaven help and save us from the Copenhagen crowd of climate change idiots and let rational thought prevail. Fat chance of that happening, we live in a world with a surplus of one thing....stupidity.

Chew on that one. Ciao!