The Indy 500

Of course I am going to watch -- in spite of the power-suits trying to screw it up beyond belief.

It's still one of the world's great sporting events.

I am going to root for the 23 year old female rookie, Danica Patrick. She has it all to be a success in auto racing. A lot of skill, a compulsion to be number one, and a good team. It doesn't hurt that she is beautiful and articulate.

This is not the first time I have done this. I am a fan of -- and rooted for -- Janet Guthry back in the mid-70's. I got to meet her once and was really impressed with how smart she is. She has a book out now that I haven't read, but will.

So ... go for it Danica. It's tough for a rookie to stay out of trouble and maintain the concentration to win for three hours of the race ... but you are tough. Go get it, gal!!! Make all those Brazilians hide their tails in shame and slink back home.

Boy Runt in trouble...

Oops ... a spoonerism, a fart of the mind, a burp of the gut ... it's Roy Blunt, the erstwhile Gov of Missouri who is beginning to look a lot like Mel Brooks protrayal of the GOV in Blazing Saddles.

Boy, the son of Roy Blunt of different fame (R-Billy'sBoyToyRoy) is only the third worst governor in the US after 4 months in office. Give him time to fall to dead last. A week or two should do it since the lege is still making noise.

It's not his job, or the job of the Repugs to make sure the citizens of Missouri have Medicaid, or education for their children ... silly you, those are Demodawg programs and the Repugs are going to have none of it. They are too busy passing laws to make sure that children under three can go to Arkansas to get vaccinated for the flu, or that 9th graders can learn all about Cretinsm in science class -- you know, stuff worthy of the Repug's time.

He of couse surrounds himself with the usual assortment of clowns you can read about here.

A petulent little boy ...

The Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist (R-waaaaa Iwanna'be Prez and nowI'mscrewed) announces this morning that he will use the nuke option again. Lotsa' Luck.

Well, says the angry leader who has all the influence over his own party as I do, I got three passed, I will do it again and get three more, and repeat ad infinitum.

No way Bill. You are dead meat. Stick a fork in you. Now you can't even manage a 50 vote equality, lots less 51.

Go home, have a drink. And then resign.

What Great Fun

To watch Bill Frist (R- forgetaboutthePrez) crawfishing all over the floor of the Senate after discovering that he doesn't have the votes from his own party to pull the nuclear trigger.

The Demos were too nice to him to let him off the hook by allowing some of the mediocre nominees to get a pass. But we all know how chicken-livered they are don't we?

Pat Tillman's parents disgusted with Rhummy

Read it here.

Tillman's Parents Are Critical Of Army:

Family Questions Reversal On Cause of Ranger's Death By Josh White Washington Post Staff Writer Monday, May 23, 2005; Page A01.

Former NFL player Pat Tillman's family is lashing out against the Army, saying that the military's investigations into Tillman's friendly-fire death in Afghanistan last year were a sham and that Army efforts to cover up the truth have made it harder for them to deal with their loss.

More than a year after their son was shot several times by his fellow Army Rangers on a craggy hillside near the Pakistani border, Tillman's mother and father said in interviews that they believe the military and the government created a heroic tale about how their son died to foster a patriotic response across the country. They say the Army's "lies" about what happened have made them suspicious, and that they are certain they will never get the full story.

Cpl. Pat Tillman was killed by his comrades on April 22, 2004. (Ho - Reuters)

Latest from Fetus Federline

A blog intended for mommy-to-be Brittany.

Find it here.

Quote of the day: "Wish I had teeth. If you read somewhere that she's decided to bottle feed, you'll know why. "



I'm a little fetus, short and stout.

Just another Xtian mule molester ...

From the Village Voice:

Jackass had sex Right-winger condemns 'beast fornicators,' but loves his mule


Alan Colmes, on his Fox radio talk show last week, asked anti-abortion extremist Neal Horsley if he was kidding when Horsley once claimed to have had sex with animals as a boy growing up in Georgia.

Horsley is best known for his "Nuremberg Files," which, according to Planned Parenthood, lists abortion doctors "marked for death." Here was the exchange between Colmes and Horsley:


Horsley: Hey, Alan, if you want to accuse me of having sex when I was a fool, I did everything that crossed my mind that looked like I . . .

Colmes: You had sex with animals?

Horsley: Absolutely. I was a fool. When you grow up on a farm in Georgia, your first girlfriend is a mule.

Colmes: I'm not so sure that that is so.

Horsley: You didn't grow up on a farm in Georgia, did you?

Colmes: Are you suggesting that everybody who grows up on a farm in Georgia has a mule as a girlfriend?

Horsley: It has historically been the case.

You people are so far removed from the reality. . . . Welcome to domestic life on the farm. You experiment with anything that moves when you are growing up sexually.

You're naive.

You know better than that. . . . If it's warm and it's damp and it vibrates, you might in fact have sex with it.

Not knowing whether or not to believe this, we called Horsley and read him the quotes. "That's correct," he said. Then we looked at his website. Here's what it says: "Now when homosexuals, or adulterers, or fornicators, or pedophiles, or beast fornicators and beast suckers, or any sexual outlaws, parade themselves around as if they could be followers of Jesus Christ, they demonstrate a lie and blasphemy and abomination

Rush ...the Oxy-moron

Good news.

The Grand Jury is in session.

Pigman.

Can you have fun with geeks??

Sure you can ... I are one.

As an example, last night there was a meeting of the Springfield bloggers -- I won't call it a club, because bloggers are anarchists at heart and would never do anything as formal and collective as a "club" -- and it was a "sorta' meeting anyway. Only two of us showed up. The others were at home blogging, or looking at persiankitty.com, or whatever bloggers do when they arn't eating or watching reruns of Star Wars.

It was renowned SMSU (or is it MSU?) Prof of Journalism Andy Kline. Andy is a smart guy, he is a lot more 'puter literate than I am, son-of-a-gun actually writes his own HTML. We did a "interview" which he has put up on Retorica, under his podcast. It was fun, intersperced with a few brews . Be sure to listen.

This blog is just plain silly, and depends totally on my whim of the moment, or an egregious outrage of the day, or just plain stubborness. His blog on the other hand is what blogs are suppose to be, saying something important and saying it very well.

Maybe we should offer Ron Davis a free beer ... that would get him out.

If you don't think the Bushites are concerned about bloggers ... have a look in google for "lanl blog" the blog of the Los Alamos National Laboratory -- and how the feds are trying to shut it down -- and how a bunch of pissed off scientists are trying to keep it open.

Black and White - and all a lie

NEW YORK--One year ago the American media was pushing the Pat Tillman story with the heavy rotation normally reserved for living celebs like Michael Jackson. Tillman, the former NFL player who turned down a multi-million dollar football contract to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan, became a centerpiece of the right's Hamas-style death cult when he lost his life in the mountains of southeastern Afghanistan.

To supporters of the wars and to many football fans, Tillman embodied ideals of self-sacrifice and post-9/11 butt-kicking in a hard-bodied shell of chisel-chinned masculinity on steroids. Tillman's quintessential nobility, we were told, was borne out by the story of his death--a tale that earned him a posthumous Silver Star.

Whether you were for or against Bush's wars, Americans were told, Tillman's valor showed why you should support the troops. Young men were encouraged to emulate his praiseworthy example. Several thousand mourners gathered at Tillman's May 3, 2004 memorial service to hear marquee names including Arizona Senator John McCain called upon all Americans to "be worthy of the sacrifices made on our behalf." "Tillman died trying to save fellow members of the 75th Ranger Regiment caught in a crush of enemy fire," the Arizona Republic quoted a fellow soldier addressing the crowd. Tillman, said his friend and comrade-at-arms, had told his fellow soldiers "to seize the tactical high ground from the enemy" to draw enemy fire away from another U.S. platoon trapped in an ambush. "He directly saved their lives with those moves. Pat sacrificed his life so that others could live."

It was, as the Washington Post wrote, a "storybook personal narrative"--one recounted on hundreds of front pages and network newscasts.

It was also a lie.

As sharp-eyed readers learned a few months ago from single-paragraph articles buried deep inside their newspapers, Pat Tillman died pointlessly, a hapless victim of "friendly fire" who never got the chance to choose between bravery and cowardice. As if that wasn't bad enough, the Washington Post now reports that Pentagon and White House officials knew the truth "within days" after his April 22, 2004 shooting by fellow Army Rangers but "decided not to inform Tillman's family or the public until weeks after" the nationally televised martyr-a-thon.

It gets worse.

So desperate were the military brass to carry off their propaganda coup that they lied to Tillman's brother, a fellow soldier who arrived on the scene shortly after the incident, about how he died. Writing in an army report, Brigadier General Gary Jones admits that the official cover-up even included "the destruction of evidence": the army burned Tillman's Ranger uniform and body armor to hide the fact that he had died in a hail of American bullets, fired by troops who had "lost situational awareness to the point they had no idea where they were." "We didn't want the world finding out what actually happened," one soldier told Jones.

A perfect summary of the war on terrorism.

The weapons of mass destruction turned out to be a figment of Donald Rumsfeld's imagination. The Thanksgiving turkey Bush presented to the troops turned out to be plastic, as much of a staged photo op as the gloriously iconic and phony toppling of Saddam's statue in Baghdad by jubilant Iraqi civilians--well, actually a few dozen marines and CIA-financed operatives. So many of the Administration's "triumphs" have been exposed as frauds that one has to wonder whether that was really Saddam in the spider hole.

We shouldn't blame the White House for producing lies; that's what politicians do. But we expect better from the media who disseminate them. Case study: the Washington Post's dutiful transcription of the Jessica Lynch hoax.

Played up on page one and running on for thousands of words, the fanciful Pentagon version had the pilot from West Virginia emptying her clip before finally succumbing to a gunshot wound (and possible rape) by evil Iraqi ambushers, then freed from her tormentors at a heavily-guarded POW hospital. Like the Pat Tillman story, it was pure fiction.

Private Lynch, neither shot nor sexually violated, said she was injured when her vehicle crashed. She never got off a shot because her gun jammed. As she told reporters who were willing to listen, her Iraqi doctors and nurses had given her excellent care. She credited them for saving her life. In a weird sort of prequel to the shooting of an Italian journalist, they had even attempted to turn her over at a U.S. checkpoint but were forced to flee when American troops fired at them.

In all of these examples, editors and producers played corrective follow-up stories with far less fanfare than the original, incorrect ones. To paraphrase "X-Files" character Fox Mulder, the truth is in there--in the paper, on TV. It's just really, really hard to find. Readers of the American press and viewers of American radio and television are likelier to see and believe loudly repeated lies over occasionally whispered truths told once or twice. As a result of the reverse imbalance between fact and fiction, the propaganda versions of the Tillman and Lynch stories, the staged Saddam statue footage, and the claim that Iraq had WMDs are all believed by a misled citizenry that votes accordingly.

For journalists supposedly dedicated to uncovering the truth and informing the public, this is exactly the opposite of how things ought to be. Corrections and exposés should always run bigger, longer and more often than initial, discredited stories.

How sad ...

I am a fan of auto racing -- and airplane racing -- and boat racing --- anything with speed. But it is sad to sit here and watch first day of qualifying for the Indy 500, a race that is one of sport's great traditions.

It used to be that 300,000 people would come to the track to watch first day qualifying for the pole. Today there is hardly a fan in the seats.

I said 10 years ago that Tony George would destroy open-wheel racing with his power-fight with CART. When people with names like Unser and Andretti did not participate at Indy for 6 years straight, the writing was on the asphalt that it was over.

Indy has never announced the race day attendance. But it is guessed that it was somewhere around 400,000 ... I know in 10 years that I went, it was just huge. Last year the rumor puts attendance at 250,000.

NASCAR has beat them every way imaginable. Large fields of competitive cars, good rules to give the best possible race, lots of fan stuff to make interest ... and the all important TV contracts.

So sad ... and so unnecessary .... there was plenty of room for everyone.

Screamingly funny hour on radio

If you have never heard a deep-fried southern baptist preacher admit to having sex with various animals, you have missed something important.

Go here.

And then scroll down the list of archived shows until you get to Monday, May 9, 2005. The scream starts at the first, but miss an episode of Raymond Loves Everybody and listen to the entire first hour. You will roll on the floor.

I have an old neighborhood/childhood chum in Georgia -- he is also a Baptist minister. I wonder what he has kept hidden from me all these years.

Did they eat a pig?

Not a chance at the big dinner for Tom Delay, the Bugman (R- Leavenworth 103445), attended by preachers, corporate bosses, Billy'sBoyToyRoy, (R-Ivegotmysnoutuphisass), and other assorted lowlife characters.

Some insane Elmer Gantry prayed for him.

I pray for him too. I pray that he will stay as long as possible to show America what a slimeball the Repug leadership really is....

So ... here is my offering for the big dinner. A favor at each plate. A bar of soap so after you finish your weinershnitzle and hearing from Tom the Magnificent, you can go home, take a hot shower, and try to get clean again.

Here's another thought ...

When the Repugs in the Senate violate the Senate Rules to change the Senate Rules, here is what the minority party should do.

Allow NO unanimous consent rulings. No more Senator goofball making some silly speech on the floor and asking for unanimous consent to insert an editorial from the Blue Eye Weekly Shopper into the record. Objection -- if you want that in the record -- the entire US Senate has to vote on whether you can put it there.

No more unanimous censent to time allocations. The entire US Senate will have to have a recorded vote to allocate time. No more unanimous consent for committee meetings. The entire US senate will have to have a recorded vote to proceed.

Oh ... this is going to be really fun to watch as the Repugs use the Nuclear Option, and then watch as the wind changes direction and the fallout lands on them.

Why the Repugs are going to Destroy the Senate

They have been given fair warning. If they violate the rules of the Senate to change the rules of the Senate, all bets and all history of comity in the Senate is over.

What goes around will come around. This is act one in forming the Repug fascist government. No legislation will pass the Senate. No more pork for Frist's State. No more funds for whatever tax breaks for whatever special interests have bought them off for that time. No more budget extensions ... no more nothing. And they will have to change the rules again, and then they will have to change them again, to get their way.

This is total warfare. And I for one, welcome the showdown. And I won't rest easy until every Fascist is dead.

How disgusting can the military be??

Pretty damn disgusting.

Remember Pat Tilman. The promising footballer who joined the Army as an enlisted man, because he actually believed what George the Lesser, and Woofie the Weasel were telling us about the glory of war.

Pat Tillman is dead. But we paid respect to him by having a military funeral with all the trimmings. And awarded him the second highest medal in the Army, the Silver Star, an award worn proudly by men who have performed heroic deeds.

Well, we have known for some time now that Tillman did not die a glorious death on the battlefield. He was killed by his buddies in one of those tragedies that should make all of us hate war in any form, for any reason.

But now we discover, that the Army knew this before they awarded him the Silver Star, or put on the do-rags for the fancy funeral so the Smirk and Rhummy could have a good photo op and the mouse media would run like hell with the story.

Vile, disgusting and reprehensible.

Gawd ... I hate these people.

Lewd cheerleaders in Texas

Where else? Where HS football and baton twirlers are the stars of society. Society, and Texas, used in the same sentence, with irony intended.

Texas has always been good to hear some physical giants/mental midgets grunt at each other and throw Lone Star cans out the window of the pick-em-up truck. The main form of entertainment for a date is a belching contest.

So why is the Texas lege picking on those cute little things in short skirts out there "giving their all" for good old Heifer High? Somewhere in the law there must be some requirement for cheerleaders to wear Morman underwear.

Read about this howler here.

No more bending over ... teach those little tramps how to do the stewardess squat. High Rockette kicks ... perverts all ...

We all know that Texas the HS cheerleaders are beaten into submission to be a cheerleader in the first place .. and grabbed from the crowd around the flagpole on prayer day, and told to GET YOUR ASS MOSTLY NEKKID AND GET OUT THERE AND TITTILLATE DEM BOYS!! Since it is Texas, we won't start the subect of what dad gets out of the whole thing. (Well, she's my daughter, John, I don't have any impure thoughts ... except after I been out shooting something, and am really horny ... then that little blond on the end looks puuurrrrrtttyyyyy good to me.)

Note to George: re Social Security

If the hole is too deep to climb out .... STOP DIGGING !!!!