Tag Archives: Barack Obama

Possibly I know not much.

“My president,” Mustaine began, before pausing to pantomime gagging, “is trying to pass a gun ban, so he’s staging all of these murders, like the Fast and Furious thing down at the border, you know, Aurora, Colorado, all the people that were killed there. And now the beautiful people at the Sikh temple.” – Dave Mustaine

“There are hundreds of millions of gun owners in this country, and not one of them will have an accident today. The only misuse of guns comes in environments where there are drugs, alcohol, bad parents, and undisciplined children. Period.” – Ted Nugent

It happened to Elvis, and it happened to Lennon. It’s simple. Musicians and actors who have experienced some modicum of success simply stop hearing the phrase “Please shut up, you’re making a fool of yourself” enough in their lives. Because of their fame, all the people around them refuse to risk their place in the hierarchy, and so they tend to voice agreement, lest they lose their place at the trough. That’s the only explanation there could be. If you think about it, it’s a clever kind of hell.

 

Louie C K is trying to make me insane. He has used three women on my “let me touch them—I want to touch them” list. Tonight, Maria Thayer played the part of “rental car lady”. Previously, he used Parker Posey and Maria Bamford. As Brian Wilson knew Phil Spector was trying to freak him out through the media and the message therein*, it has become clear to me that Louie C K is trying to fuck with me.

Goddammit. Goddammit. Goddammit.

* From the Wikipedia: Beach Boys co-founder Brian Wilson saw the movie Seconds (Frankenheimer) during its initial release, between sessions for Smile. Under the influence of drugs, the early stages of schizotypal behavior, and pressure to complete Smile, Wilson found Seconds an especially intense experience, that affected him personally (beginning with his arriving late; the first dialogue he heard onscreen was “Come in, Mr. Wilson”, taking him by surprise). His state of mind shifted over the next months, between fantasies of escaping his own life in a similar way, and thoughts that perhaps rival producer Phil Spectorhad somehow convinced Columbia Pictures (sic) to make the movie “to mess with my mind”. Wilson later abandoned the Smile sessions, and did not see another movie in a theater until E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial in 1982. His experience was later recounted in The Beach Boys by Byron Preiss, Look! Listen! Vibrate! Smile! by Domenic Priore, and Wilson’s own Wouldn’t It Be Nice: My Own Story (written with Todd Gold).

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Are you ready for some foot-mouth?

1. Hank Williams is a redneck by admission, and to put him in front of an open mic left to opine free-form about the day’s events is begging for shit to hit the fan, as much shit as the ol’ Bocephus has left in that gaping Nugentesque hole.

2. He lucked into the greatest music/marketing tie-in in history, so he should have known better than to even say the word “Hitler”. Even in 2011, the word, used in comparison with anyone, still stings, and especially when coupled with Barack Obama. I’m an independent but I’ll be dipped in used chew-juice before I vote for any republican not named Tim Johnson. Having said that, ol’ Hank was comparing the unusual golf pairing of Obama and Boehner as unusual on the order of Hitler and Netanyahu, and made no allusion to the politics of either.

In a political discussion, Williams voluntarily brought up President Barack Obama’s golf game with Speaker of the House John Boehner during this summer’s debt ceiling negotiations, calling it “one of the biggest political mistakes ever” and invoking Adolf Hitler.

“That would be like Hitler playing golf with (Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin) Netanyahu,” Williams said, via the Huffington Post. “Not hardly. In the shape this country is in?” ….

What if he had reversed the names? Thereby, comparing Boehner with Hitler? Maybe Fox would have been upset for a while but he surely would not have lost his deal because of it.

3. He’s right about the sickening image of the two playing golf while America literally shivers with fear as the winter comes, the bills come due, and our expectations and dreams begin to whither into a nice package of resignation and compromise. 

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Unless I get what I want, I’m going to burn this bible. And this flag. And this bible wrapped in a flag. And this flag made out of bibles. Flag.

First, I want the systematic, aggressive sexual abuse, condoned by the church at its highest level (or lowest), to stop. Read this. What kind of god lets this happen?

I want all our fighting men and women OUT of Afghanistan.

I want all US forces currently occupying (there’s no other word for it) foreign lands in Europe and Asia and elsewhere to be returned home.

I want that fucked-up nutjob in Florida (Florida, natch) to burn all the Qurans he wants. And I want the “mosque” to be built right where the folks who own the land want it.  Super-size that fucker. Who cares? It’s not hurting you. By the way, it’s not really a mosque. Cultural center goes up. Florida fucktard gets pissed, announces he’s burning Qurans. Why is he being admonished? Because, in this act, he will endanger US troops. REMOVE THE TROOPS!!!!! Now!

We are the victims of a cultural and ethical hijacking which is being fed like a fire by the fear and hatred of a loud few. We’re not free. We’re cheap.

I want mandatory good coffee in every office in America. Do you know that people in most of the big coffee exporters drink tea more than coffee?

I want “What’s The Matter With Kansas” to be mandatory high school reading material. I want IQ tests for people who are of voting age. I demand intellectual accountability. No more “feelings” in politics.

I want Barack Obama to stop reaching across the aisle unless it’s to smack someone. I still love him, but I gotta say—political parties are going to be the death of the true and good. How much more evidence do you need that the right only obstructs to be obstructive and not for any sort of dedication to their oaths?

If you ever want to see this bible again, you’ll give me what I ask. Do you want proof that I have it here? Here, I’ll put it on:

“mgfgmmfffgmm…..thou shalt betroth a wife, and another man shall lie with…” SHUT UP!!!!!

Now, do we understand each other?

Oh, and I also want a date with that one CNN chick. I don’t KNOW her name. Just bring me any of ’em. No, that’s Candy Crowley.

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