Margaret, tell Howard that the difference between me and Rush Limbaugh is that I don’t lie in order to support my opinion. That fat bastard Limbaugh will say anything to keep his ratings up and counts on his fans being too lazy to check the facts. And as far as the next election, Howard is probably right. This fickle country of ours will probably put the Republicans back in control of something and it will start all over again. It’s sad really.
I wonder if the Grand Old Party has taken a step back recently and gotten a good look at just how tarnished they have become? You’ve got one Governor shooting wolves out of helicopters and another using laser guided missiles to take out coyotes during his morning jog. You’ve got the Tea Party rooting for insurance companies instead of kids and the Right-To-Lifers shooting doctors at church. The GOP even has homophobes practicing homosexuality. And “drill, baby, drill” isn’t sounding too great for a battle cry these days, but by God they’re sticking to it. From where I sit, the entire Republican Party should head to OZ – looking for a brain, a heart and a pair of testicles.
Honestly, do Republicans put their guns down long enough to wipe their asses or do they just take a chance and occasionally wound themselves in the privates? What the hell are these people thinking? Have you listened to Rush Limbaugh recently? And if you have, please tell me why. We know he never graduated from College. We know his mother said he flunked everything. We know that much of his career was spent high on hillbilly heroin. And we know for damn sure he lies. There is actually an entire organization dedicated to exposing his lies from each and every broadcast. So how in God’s name can you repeat his garbage in your emails and comments to me and not expect me to immediately discount you for a fool?
For the record. I have no issue with all these morons asking to see President Obama’s birth certificate. After all, for eight years I demanded that President Bush produce a GED document to prove he had a brain. I never did get proof, but I also knew when to give up… right about the time he said that the human being and fish could coexist peacefully. The birth certificate argument is a horse as dead as the coyote that almost ate Governor Good Hair.
The absolute absurdity of it all has become… well… absurd.
Margaret, you have to ask yourself:
How many guns do you need before you cross the line from hunter to paranoid militia member?
How much oil has to wash ashore in the Gulf Coast before we seriously consider solar, wind and other alternative fuel sources?
How many skeletons and fossils do we have to dig up before evolution seems more plausible than the story of God sleeping in after six days of hard work?
How many wars do we have to start before we realize that, in war, there are no winners except Dick Cheney and Halliburton?
How long before Tea Party members stop misspelling signs and just start burning crosses?
Does that law in Arizona really do anything to fix immigration or is it just a new way of saying you don’t want a Mexican buying the house next door?
And just how stupid does Sarah Palin have to be before you reconsider giving her the codes to the nukes?
About that last one. I really, really do mean it.
love this, YOU ROCK
By: cris on July 9, 2011
at 7:46 AM
Well, hello Jean.
You asked for a favor, and I was the only one who delivered. I didn’t expect a “thank you,” but you now know I will return good for evil. You, on the other hand return evil for good, don’t you?
I do enjoy knowing I am inside of your head. Why else would you be so apparently obsessed by people like me? A normal person would ignore us, but not you. Now, you compare us to barnacles. I am still a producer, and my taxes help pay your bills. That makes you more of a parasite than I.
Which species of barnacle are you? I vote for Pilumnopeus serratifrons.
Aloha! Namaste. Shalom.
Uncle James
By: James on May 1, 2011
at 8:59 AM
Hi Congenial Gang,
Any one of Helen’s posts is as timely today as when she first put it up and is worth re-reading. That is the hallmark of a great writer. Most of the contributors here have been quite informative and congenial with the exception of only a few. Those few remind me of barnacles.
This vital information is a brief summary of what barnacles are all about. In case you are not familiar with these critters, you can read more on Google and see pictures of them too. They are not very pretty! Barnacles are anthropods who live in their shells in the water, mostly oceans. They attach themselves to rocks instead of crawling after food. They are hermaphrodytic. The barnacle will live out its life inside its “shell house” firmly attached to one spot on the rock. It cannot move about and is dependent upon the high tides to bring all the things that it needs to survive.
However, many genus of barnacles live quite high on the shore and may only be covered with water for a few hours each day. For the rest of the time they must endure the baking sun.
Barnacles also attach themselves to the hull of ships and boats. Mariners have to scrape them off the bottoms of those vessels from time to time during routine maintenance or painting. Slimy.
A most unusual barnacle which does not construct a shell-like covering for itself is the parasitic barnacle. It takes residence under the abdominal flap of a small shore crab, the Smooth-handed Crab, Pilumnopeus serratifrons. The parasitic barnacle feeds off the living tissues of the crab.
Aloha! Namaste. Shalom.
Auntie Jean
By: Jean on May 1, 2011
at 1:20 AM
It is clear that ignorance isn’t an age issue. As far as I can see, Obama is Bush on Steroids. Bush funds the first bail out, leaves the borders open and funds a war that has gone now where. And Obama follows in spade. Wake up and smell reality.
I have to thank you because it is your kind that have spawned the beginnings of new parties. Democrat or Republican same shit different animal.
By: Dan Tocchini on October 27, 2010
at 4:49 PM
Diane, you mean the honor that Bush managed to tar during his illegal tenure?
I was in Washington, DC three years ago visiting the National Archives. I really wanted to see the US Constitution but was told that it was out for repairs. I laughed to myself and replied, “Of course it is, because Bush shredded it.” They just smiled.
Love your site ladies – thanks for sharing your letters with us.
By: TinkerToy on August 31, 2010
at 3:47 PM
Please keep writing. You are voices of sanity in an absolutely insane world where Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin are holding a rally about our country taking back its honor.
By: Diane Beeler on August 27, 2010
at 11:40 PM
We miss you Whirled Peas.
By: poolman on August 22, 2010
at 4:01 PM
Out of the mouths of cartoon characters oft times come history lessons:
The Pinky Show: Vietnam
PEACE
By: Anonymous on August 22, 2010
at 12:52 PM
Pfessor, ironic, my husband survived an aortic arch dissection in 2006. Yes I get GE makes some good stuff (not appliances – ours are all GE, and being replaced with anything but) It’s just ironic that they profited from the destruction of a country, and profit in it’s rebuilding…
By: Dawn on August 19, 2010
at 11:43 PM
pfessor, I devoured science fiction, and thought of Clark’s law too, also. We could buy paperback books for $.25 or so through our school book club.
You are right. The wagon tracks still remain in the Platte Valley of Nebraska. So do buffalo wallows if you know where to look.
An old stage road remains on the loess hills east of us, and arrowheads are easy to find where Indians were buried after an inter tribal battle. People here still tell stories of how it was when Jessie James’ gang rested in our county.
My great grandmother thought something was wrong on a sunny January day in 1888, and when the weather turned bad that afternoon, she refused to let her students go home. Because of her caution, she probably saved their lives from the Blizzard of ’88 or the Childrens’ Blizzard because so many children died on their way home from school.
She and her students formed a chain because the visibility was so low. Someone held on to the sod building while the group swept through the school yard until they found her horse. They put it in the school with them.
My great grand mother’s brother walked 14 miles to see his first electric lights.
My grandfather used to sing
“Nebraska land, Nebraska land
Upon your fruited plain I stand
I watch the sun rise and fall each day
and wonder why it never rains.”
Yes, they would have thought any one suggesting how we would live now to be crazy.
By: James on August 19, 2010
at 6:14 PM
James -
“Professor, we live in an age of miracles don’t we?”
When I was in grade school and high school I devoured science fiction and I often think of Clarke’s third law: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
What I have always found most remarkable though is man’s range from good to bad, from almost unfathomable innovation and beauty to really unfathomable depravity. I often fly, and when I cross the Plains, I always look down to see if I can find the wagon tracks that legend has can still be seen if you know where to look. And the thought is always the same: If you told those people in those wagons that their young children would – in their lifetimes – be able to make the same trip in two hours that was taking them three months; that they would do it six miles straight up, at 550 miles per hour, in air 120 degrees below zero – and would do so in perfect comfort, with a cute young lady or gentleman serving them lunch – they would tie you to the wagon for the rest of the trip, since you were obviously crazy.
Yet here it is. Yes we live in an age of miracles. And it can only get better.
(cross posted to M&H new posting)
Jim
By: pfesser on August 19, 2010
at 11:43 AM