Tuesday, November 28, 2006

American Religious Racism

Dennis Prager .. .radio talk show bigmouth ... must have the same DNA as VD(j)

Keith Ellison, D-Minn., the first Muslim elected to the United States
Congress, has announced that he will not take his oath of office on the
Bible, but on the bible of Islam, the Koran.

He should not be allowed to do so -- not because of any American
hostility to the Koran, but because the act undermines American

First, it is an act of hubris that perfectly exemplifies
multiculturalist activism -- my culture trumps America's culture. What
Ellison and his Muslim and leftist supporters are saying is that it is
of no consequence what America holds as its holiest book; all that
matters is what any individual holds to be his holiest book.

Forgive me, but America should not give a hoot what Keith Ellison's
favorite book is. Insofar as a member of Congress taking an oath to
serve America and uphold its values is concerned, America is interested
in only one book, the Bible. If you are incapable of taking an oath on
that book, don't serve in Congress. In your personal life, we will fight
for your right to prefer any other book. We will even fight for your
right to publish cartoons mocking our Bible. But, Mr. Ellison, America,
not you, decides on what book its public servants take their oath.

Devotees of multiculturalism and political correctness who do not see
how damaging to the fabric of American civilization it is to allow
Ellison to choose his own book need only imagine a racist elected to
Congress. Would they allow him to choose Hitler's "Mein Kampf," the
Nazis' bible, for his oath? And if not, why not? On what grounds will
those defending Ellison's right to choose his favorite book deny that
same right to a racist who is elected to public office?

Of course, Ellison's defenders argue that Ellison is merely being
honest; since he believes in the Koran and not in the Bible, he should
be allowed, even encouraged, to put his hand on the book he believes in.
But for all of American history, Jews elected to public office have
taken their oath on the Bible, even though they do not believe in the
New Testament, and the many secular elected officials have not believed
in the Old Testament either. Yet those secular officials did not demand
to take their oaths of office on, say, the collected works of Voltaire
or on a volume of New York Times editorials, writings far more
significant to some liberal members of Congress than the Bible. Nor has
one Mormon official demanded to put his hand on the Book of Mormon. And
it is hard to imagine a scientologist being allowed to take his oath of
office on a copy of "Dianetics" by L. Ron Hubbard.

So why are we allowing Keith Ellison to do what no other member of
Congress has ever done -- choose his own most revered book for his oath?

The answer is obvious -- Ellison is a Muslim. And whoever decides these
matters, not to mention virtually every editorial page in America, is
not going to offend a Muslim. In fact, many of these people argue it
will be a good thing because Muslims around the world will see what an
open society America is and how much Americans honor Muslims and the Koran.

This argument appeals to all those who believe that one of the greatest
goals of America is to be loved by the world, and especially by Muslims
because then fewer Muslims will hate us (and therefore fewer will bomb us).

But these naive people do not appreciate that America will not change
the attitude of a single American-hating Muslim by allowing Ellison to
substitute the Koran for the Bible. In fact, the opposite is more
likely: Ellison's doing so will embolden Islamic extremists and make new
ones, as Islamists, rightly or wrongly, see the first sign of the
realization of their greatest goal -- the Islamicization of America.

When all elected officials take their oaths of office with their hands
on the very same book, they all affirm that some unifying value system
underlies American civilization. If Keith Ellison is allowed to change
that, he will be doing more damage to the unity of America and to the
value system that has formed this country than the terrorists of 9-11.
It is hard to believe that this is the legacy most Muslim Americans want
to bequeath to America. But if it is, it is not only Europe that is in

Why Photographers Hate Redheads

Monday, November 27, 2006

Bush to Flee Country

Even a pResident with the intellectual abilities of George Bush knows when the jig is up. No more back doors to sneak through. No more getting bailed out of your screwups by Pop-pop's friends. No more gettin a friendly sergeant to shred the 201 files. Nope --- there comes a time in every incompetent's life when all you can do is run away, disappear, drop down the rabbit hole, and pull your blankie over your head and wish for a bling-bling under your Xmas tree.

I had wondered what the heck the twins were doing in South America partying up a storm, getting mugged under the nose of the Secret Service, and playing eyesies with Hugo Chavez. Turns out they are checking out the new digs and how those hot latino guys party.

It's all over the net and I didn't even know until Bruce Sievers stopped by to say HI today.

George is buying a 100,000 acre ranch in Paraguay. Yep -- the ultimate getaway from it all, in a place where your closest neighbor is Pablo Escobar -- but at least he can provide protection.

It is rumored that the estate is part of the former holdings of Dr. Joseph Mengela and Martin Borman who used it for the same purpose that Bush intends to use it.

Don't believe me? Googelistimize Bush and Paraguay..

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Radical Xtianity

Over on CHATTER I left a comment about some stupid rant from VD(j) the other day -- but, so what else is new?

Then I happened to think about a story from George Carlin. Here is is, paraphrased as best I remember it.

"Religion is like a lift in your shoe. If you need to be taller that is up to you -- put the lift in your shoe, or not.

But, let's not run around nailing lifts to the native's feet."

There is really not much difference between the Muslims that want to convert all of us by the sword, and the crazy Xtian Dominionist Americans who want to convert everyone by the sword.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

The Rasputin Gambit

It is becoming apparent that the defected Russian spy in Great Britian was poisoned with polonium.

Polonium, element 84, atomic weight 210, (with 25 isotopes), is a member of the uranium family. It decays by alpha particle emission. (Alpha particles are helium nuclei, and are generally not very dangerous, since they are low energy and can be stopped by a piece of paper.) However, it is extremely toxic when either inhaled or injested.

A few millionths of a gram is enough to kill you. Read the technical details HERE ....

But it is rare, very rare, and only produced in millionths/thousandths of a gram quantities in certain types of reactors.

At this time the pathologists are figuring out a safe way to autopsy the body to collect organ samples. They have found traces in his residence, places where he visited and the sushi bar where he is thought to have been poisoned.

Polonium is inefficiently used in certain nuclear heat/electricity generators for spacecraft, although seldom (there are better ways -plutonium, for instance). It's only real use I can think of is to be the "pit" of a fission weapon. Where thin foils of polonium and beryllium are formed into a small ball at the very center of the weapon. In the first few microseconds of the implosion the two are melted and mixed and release a few neutrons which start the chain reaction. (Much more dependable that relying on the stray cosmic ray to come along at just the right time)

They should not only be able to determine the country of origin of the polonium, but even identify the reactor that it came from.

This is a no-no. And Russia, and Putin, is in deep shit. You simply cannot kill someone and leave no evidence. They have tried before and gotten caught, although that time they had a client state, Bulgaria, do the dirty deed, with materials suppied by the KGB.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Happy Turkey Day

Which one needs a pardon?

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Ed Bradley

I watched the Memorial Service for Ed Bradley. It was moving and sad, funny and entertaining.

I have said that if you have to call yourself kewl ... you probably arn't.

Ed Bradley was kewl.

The Boogers Night to Howl at the Moon

Since it is the third Tuesday of the month, that stange assortment of characters known as the SGF Boogers will get together at the Patton Alley Pub at 7 for refreshments, bad jokes, podcasts, girl-oogling, and fistfights.

Everyone welcome....

Monday, November 20, 2006

Al Franken in the Senate

And he is going to replace that empty suit, Norm Coleman.

Is it going to happen.... ??? Yes ....

Franken has done his homework in Minnesota. He campaigned tirelessly for local candidates this fall, has made national appearances, and of course has his very popular and intelligent radio program on Air America.

He will win ... and will probably quit Air America around the first of the year because he will announce his run.

Stwart Smally in the Senate.

I love it

It will drive Billy Long nuts....

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Global Orgasm for Peace (Link)

The goal is to add so much concentrated and high-energy positive input into the energy field of the Earth that it will reduce the current dangerous levels of aggression and violence throughout the world.

Global Orgasm is an experiment open to everyone in the world.

Although it is disturbing to consider, VD(j) will participate in a lie-in.

And ... all SGF female boogers take note!!!!

Women have permission to seduce men.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

A Half-Year in Hell with a Xtian Family

My Half-Year of Hell With Christian Fundamentalists

When Polish student Michael Gromek, 19, went to America on a student
exchange, he found himself trapped in a host family of Christian
fundamentalists. What followed was a six-month hell of dawn church
visits and sex education talks as his new family tried to banish the
devil from his soul. Here's his story.

'Possessed by the devil': Exchange student Michel Gromek, 19.

Michael Gromek

Editor's Note: The following story first appeared in SchoolSpiegel, a
SPIEGEL ONLINE Web site that solicits original contributions from school
kids about their experiences. The site also features first-hand accounts
of foreign exchange students.

"When I got out of the plane in Greensboro in the US state of North
Carolina, I would never have expected my host family to welcome me at
the airport, wielding a Bible, and saying, 'Child, our Lord sent you
half-way around the world to bring you to us.' At that moment I just
wanted to turn round and run back to the plane.

Things began to go wrong as soon as I arrived in my new home in
Winston-Salem, where I was to spend my year abroad. For example, every
Monday my host family would gather around the kitchen table to talk
about sex. My host parents hadn't had sex for the last 17 years because
-- so they told me -- they were devoting their lives to God. They also
wanted to know whether I drank alcohol. I admitted that I liked beer and
wine. They told me I had the devil in my heart.

My host parents treated me like a five-year-old. They gave me lollipops.
They woke me every Sunday morning at 6:15 a.m., saying 'Michael, it's
time to go to church.' I hated that sentence. When I didn't want to go
to church one morning, because I had hardly slept, they didn't allow me
to have any coffee.

One day I was talking to my host parents about my mother, who is
separated from my father. They were appalled -- my mother's heart was
just as possessed by the devil as mine, they exclaimed. God wanted her
to stay with her husband, they said.

"God's will"

Then, seeing as we were already on the topic of God's will, the
religious zealots finally brought up a subject which had clearly been on
their minds for a long time: They wanted me to help them set up a
Fundamentalist Baptist church in my home country of Poland. It was God's
will, they said. They tried to slip the topic casually into
conversation, but it really shocked me -- I realized that was the only
reason they had welcomed me into their family. They had already started
construction work in Krakow -- I was to help them with translations and
with spreading their faith via the media.

It was clear to me that there was no way I was going to do that. The
family was appalled. It was a weird situation. After all, these people
were my only company at the time. If I hadn't kept in touch with home
through e-mail, I might have been sucked into that world.

It was only after four months that I decided to change my host family. I
had kept hoping that things might improve, but it was futile. Telling
them that I wanted to go was the most unpleasant moment I experienced in
that half year. Of course they didn't understand -- how could they? They
had grown up with their faith and were convinced of it, and then
suddenly I turned up and refused to fit in.

From that moment on, I counted the days. The two months that followed
my decision were hell. My host parents detested me. There were constant
rows. I could sense that they just wanted to get rid of me. They didn't
know what to do with me any more.

67 days later, I was finally in a new family. They were young, actually
more friends than host parents, and I was very happy there. Because my
new family was only 50 kilometers away from the other one, I was
distrustful at first and afraid that things wouldn't be any better. But
the change was worth it.

Despite everything, I still haven't come to terms with my experience. I
want to write to the religious family soon and explain to them, clearly
and calmly, why things went so wrong. It shouldn't just end this way."

Adapted from an interview conducted by Magdalena Blender

Friday, November 17, 2006

Searching for VD(j)

Thursday, November 16, 2006

A Confederacy of Dunces

Every time I think of VD(J) I think that someone should write about him in a book. It might start like this:

A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. In the shadow under the green visor of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly's supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D.H. Holmes department store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress. Several of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new enough and expensive enough to be properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of anything new or expensive only reflected a person's lack of theology and geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one's soul.

Well, someone has, and even though they thinly disguised VD by calling him a different name, he was not fooled since he has more names than I have pseudonyms at G-stringmail. In fact, the person who wrote this, a guy by the name of John Kennedy Toole, did so in the 60's. He was so saddened at what he saw in the future he committed suicide. But we know know that he had the prescience of a Nostradamus.

The book is A Confederacy of Dunces. And the man who discovered it wrote in the forward, "Here at any rate is Ignatius Reilly, without progenitor in any literature I know of -- slob extraordinary, a mad Oliver Hardy, a fat Don Quixote, a perverse Thomas Aquinas rolled into one -- who is in violent revolt against the entire modern age, lying in his flannel nightshirt, in a back bedroom on Constantinople Street in New Orleans, who between gigantic seizures of flatulence and eructations is filling dozens of Big Chief tablets with invective."

Is that a discription of VD(J) -- or what? You can bet a televangelist's tube of KY Jelly that it is.

Read about this novel HERE ... and HERE ... and HERE ...

And, as a last view of VD(J) I leave you with this:

"A monument of sloth, rant and contempt, a behemoth of fat, flatulence and furious suspicion of anything modern - this is Ignatius J Reilly of New Orleans, noble crusader against a world of dunces. In magnificent revolt against the twentieth century, Ignatius propels his monstrous bulk among the flesh posts of the fallen city, documenting life on his Big Chief tablets as he goes, until his maroon-haired mother decrees that Ignatius must work."

Queen of the Yats (Link)

Just HAS to be related to VD(J).

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

It Has Come to My Attention:

That VD(J) has been asked to give the commencement address at his daughter's graduation from Baptist Bible College. In order to impress the children, he has chosen as the verse/theme for his talk this:

(He will be given a doctorate from a school that can't even grant recognized bachelor's degrees.)

From the New International Reader's Version

Ezekiel 23:20 (New International Reader's Version)
New International Reader's Version (NIRV)
Copyright © 1996, 1998 by
International Bible Society

20: There she had longed for her lovers. Their private parts seemed as big as those of donkeys. And their flow of semen appeared to be as much as that of horses.

VD figures that all smart children, both male and female, from BBC, can take these as words of wisdom from the Bible and seek to fulfill them at the earliest opportunity.

Repost of Earlier Blog Entry

Butler croaks, GOP HQ in mourning

Richard Butler died Wed. I am saddened to report his death was quick, painless amd natural.

Too bad ... so sad ...

He was preceeded in death by his favorite german shepard, Blondi, and his long-time female companion Heidi. He is survived by a son, living in Brazil, who has disowned the family over internal political conflicts.

Cremation plans are incomplete, but Republican leader David Duke is expected to pay his respects to a man he called, "The God and Father of the Conservative Movement." Actor and NRA leader Charlton Heston was said to become misty-eyed as an extra dollop of oatmeal rolled down his chin.

The ashes will be returned to Hairslick, Massabama, where after a cortege of his favorite autos, 56 Red Ford pick-ups, the ashes will be stored in a rusty file cabinet, empty awaiting his remains save for a lone, thin, yellowing folder of news reports of the Neuremburg War Trials, marked by aquamarine crayon crosses.

Butler, noted racist and leader of the skinheads and Aryan Nations, was arrested several years ago in an airport with his black girlfriend, a 31-year-old stripper known as the "Latin Princess," on a forgery warrant, according to the Southern Poverty Law Center.

The Republican Headquarters did not announce when it would reopen, however, an unidentified spokesman said, "He was a man of rare intellect and compassion. He really loved that dog and it broke his heart when he decided to shoot it."

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

VD(J) Doesn't Love SGF Boogers ...

I didn't realize Ms VD(J) was feeling poorly, living single in the Northern Yukon will probably get her over it.

This is a pic of VD(J) on his way to the formal installation ceremony of the President of the Guardian Angels. That's a zit protector he is wearing around his neck. But what the hell -- you don't get the army you want, you get the army you have.

This morning VD refered to your innocent, loving, ever mild-mannered, Curbstone Critic (and the CHATTERismist-guy) as "idiot moon-bat bloggers".

I take humprage at that. For VD, who has an IQ on the upslope of the IQ bell curve to call me an "idiot" is just a sign of forgotten sang froid. Plus, if my greek is still right, "idiot" is derived from the greek "idios", meaning unique. If I had no friends, no talent, no independent thoughts, no life and no future, I would not be idios, I would be a talk radio mouth.

VD was whining -- you're shocked I sure -- that the city doesn't listen to his advice, and now no one wants to come on his program and talk except that great talent Walter and the landleach from Nixa. If only the city would have gotten behind the Guardian Angels, bought them some berets (isn't that some sort of Frenchie accessory?) and clean underwear, VD would have his Army bigger than a squad of teens who can't find dates, to keep the peace in Springfield.

And I am a moon-bat?

Actually I have always prefered something more esoteric than the moon anyway. I imagine myself as a black hole. I suck up all the radio over-inflated, underpaid, wish-I-were-better-looking-so-I-could-be-on-TV radio types who are arrogant enough to think that anyone gives a shit what they think.

Personally, I think the reason that TV won't have them is their teeth. They need more than one.

I should curse at him in Arabic: A curse on your mother's uvula.

Or maybe in Swedish: A curse on your mother's Volvo.

Monday, November 13, 2006

VD(J): Weaseling His Way Around Jesus

I can't figure out whether VD(J) (shown above) right before he gets in bed with Ms VD(J), aka Rosemary), or it's his weird diety that's more disgusting.

He thinks that Allah is a pretty awful gawd, and he has a much bigger gawd. Unfortunately his gawd would kill me, and I am WAY beyond the blastocyst stage.

His gawd didn't bat an eye to kill every first-born son. Not blastocysts, embryos, or even fetuses ... but fully born babies, old men like me, because I am a first born son, and crikey -- come to think of it, I wouldn't even be here because my father was a first born son too.

Half the males in the world are going to go into the scupper because of his ever-lovin', mudder- f --- well, forget it.

But that damn Jesus, you know, that guy who VD talks about to the 8 year olds in Sunday School, right before he goes out and talks with the adults about that other God, Paul, and what a fine Xtian He was for telling everyone that they wern't holy unless they acted like him -- that's Paul, and, VD(J).

As of last Tuesday the neocons are a almost-dead goup of warmongers. The religious reich is dying a quick death. I will hand them the pistol and a bullet to help out the country.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Brit Dumps Sperm Donor

Fed-Ex's usefulness is over. And Brit is wearing a sign saying, "Do not inflate to over 50 lbs per square inch."

HOT! HOT! HOT! This just out!!

Baby Brit has issued a press release:

"Good riddance to that no-talent creep. The only thing he has ever done, or is ever expected to do, in his life is to donate some DNA to ME! Geeezzzeee now he can go back to being major-domo roadie for Guns and Roses. I see a definite relationship with Courtney Cox in his lowly life.

Mom ain't much better. Look at that fat ass. The only thing in life that could be worse for me is to have Kirsty Alley mistake me for a couch pillow. Hey, mom, lay off the Doritos, OK? And to think the best part of my life is over too. Take a gander at them hOOters. They used to be one fine meal, I used to be able to stare solefully into her eyes while I was gobblin', hopin' she remembered to turn the lights on, now lunch involves staring at the dimples on her knees.

And what is it with the gunny-sack dress. Mom, all of 23 years old and dressing like Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies. She rich, every teenage boy on the net has ruined his sock drawer over her, and she dresses like that green faced woman in the Wizard of Oz. Next thing I know she will become a Wiccan.

Man -- rapture me away from these people. If I am going to eat decent again let Brad and Angelina adopt me as a brother to the urchin from baldachin. Crikey,
that kid has it good. "

Fire! Ready! Aim!

The repugs round up the troops and form the circular firing squad.

Read about it HERE ...

And watch this space to hear VD(J) layin' some good old-time jesus hate, on the Baptists.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Rhummy Looking for Another Job

Oops ... another bad Repugly idea.

Thanks to bartcop.com for letting me steal his joke.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Note to Hastart, (R-Anybodyseenmyneck?)

Get out of Nancy's office.

And dump your male roomie so your wife will have a place to spend the night when she visits.

Note to Rhummy

Don't let the door hit ya', where the good lawd split ya'....

As to Bill Gates ... Iran-Conta plotter. Same poo, different pile.

A Caller to VD(J)

A caller just got through to Vince (R-victimofeverything) and reminded him that: "a place will be prepared for you in the midst of your enemies".

Yep ....

And the main course will be crow .... ala fricasee VD, with a light glaze of repugly eyes ... and a fine bottle of l'eau d'Southwest Plant, 1984.

Followed by a healthy heapin' portion of tar and feathers for desert.

The Boogers Blog the Election

What an interesting and fun night. I counted seven laptops going at the table with everyone looking up different things. And I am sure that this is the first time in history that a legit newsperson, in the person of Tony, ever did this sort of thing and I think that he has gotten the idea of how to make newpapers survive.

JackeM showed up ... and then just sat there without intro'ing herself until I walked by, and she made rude comments about my not being able to button my shirt and I need to lose some weight. Really a lovely lady and we all hope she makes it more often.

A huge day for the demos of course. And the whining started from the freeps early and continued long and loud. But no one whined like VD(J) is whining right now. And his hundreds/dozens -- both of his admirers call in to say that now the demos have to do something. HAHAHAHA ..... And oh yes, gawd is going to lift her skirts and pee all over Missouri for passing the stem cell amendment. (Bring it on, sister, I say -- we can use the rain.)

VD(J) is really bitter that the repugs didn't take his advice, because he is always right, like let's see -- how about yesterday when he said that the repugs had closed ground and it was really looking good -- about that right. Instead of the Senate going lib on him.

And the big news af the day ... which will occupy space on this blog for days?

Brittany dumped the sperm donor.

Oh, the humanity .....

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Joint Appearance: The Hitler Zombie and VD(J)

The last part of a failing argument on the net or in talk radio is to bring out the rotting Hitler corpse to compare the winners to ....

Well, listen to VD(J) HERE, to discover that the Constitutional Admendment to allow science to progress in Missouri over the objections of the fundy crazies, and Tony at the newspaper, is going to win.

And even VD(J) realizes it.

He had a doc on this morning ... a doc that talked about how Jesus loves him. Odd that I find in my copy of their book that Jesus loved the sick more than he loved the docs who don't care about curing their patients.

Jesus??? Who was that wimp anyway? Would he attack Iran ... opps, I mean Iraq. Would he steal votes? Who gives a shit about that homo Jesus if they are a real Xtian?

Monday, November 06, 2006

BIG Boogers Meet-Up

Remember tomorrow night at the Patton Alley Pub, it's going to be one of the most interesting meetings yet.

It's all the brainchild of Andy, at Rhetorica, who thought to do live blogging during the election returns. Bring your laptop with a wireless connection.

I probably won't have anything up here until it's over, but Rhetorica, FatJack, CHATTER, and Minutia certainly will and probably several others.

All species will be there. Cons and Libs, and may even a real Lib-guy that everyone can pick on. Tony is going to be there so I can give him a swift kick for opposing Prop 2. And Tony, the editorial page editor, will have tons of resources and be blogging from the pub too -- a first that I have ever heard of anywhere. (More fun that sitting in that crappy little office, or hanging around the clerk's office lying to the other news-types, eh?, Tony. Plus the refreshments are better than in the courthouse.)

Bring lotta' money for double chocolates, and remember, our usual waitress (according to an article) is rich so she doesn't need any tips. (Which explains why I stiffed her last meeting and have to make it up). And least I didn't make her pay for my goodies like Zack did.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Fall in the Ozarks

I like fall colors in nature. I hate telephone and power lines in my photos. So I take a lot of pics in graveyards. (They don't need phones -- they have Sylvia Browne for communication).

You can see many more of my photos by following the "My Photos" link in the sidebar.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Is Talent a Liar? Or just Stupid?

Personally, I vote for both. Since he said THIS on VD(J)'s crap radio program this morning.

I understand that lying for Jesus's guns and the Cult of the Fetus is OK on radio KSGF.

In fact, Jimbo (R-toolofthesmirk), the citizens of Missouri voted AGAINST the concealed carry of guns. It was the Repugliars in the State Assembly who got paid off by the NRA to pass it over the wishes of the people.

Strannix Publishes Transcript: Slapdown of Toy-Prez

One of SGF's lesser known, but more talented boogers, has published the transcript of Oberman's "Edward R. Murrow Moment" smashing of what passes as the Prez ... the offspring of the loins of that evil witch, Barbara Bush.

Read it HERE ....

How nice that this dead 'possom' is in town this morning. Wonder how many unfriendly faces he will see?

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Athiests: The Real Ghostbusters