Monday, December 29, 2008

Woman defends unqualified home maker in run for political office

Now ... what is it about this that seems so familiar? I mean, familiar, yet completely different? Oh, it's driving me nuts, but perhaps I'll remember ...

Amid all the recent buzz about Caroline Kennedy's bid for a U.S. Senate seat, there has been a great deal of talk about her connections, her power, her wealth. But the way I see it, if you strip away the glamour, the name and the money, then Caroline is . . . me. And many of my friends. Maybe even you. If, that is, you happen to be a midlife woman raising kids and returning -- or thinking of returning, or hoping one day to return -- to the full-time workforce.

Caroline Kennedy is YOU! And ME! Why can't we run for office be appointed by Hillary to her Senate seat? I mean, aside from the fact that my last name isn't Kennedy and I don't travel in the same circles as Hill and Bill.

Still, there's just something deja-vu about a women entering politics after being a mommy without the supporting experience....

Caroline Kennedy, of course, doesn't share my concerns about lifetime earnings losses or 401(k) plans. But she does have to worry about being unfairly penalized for her unconventional résumé, about being nastily pigeonholed as a mere "happy housewife." For her sake, and that of all us in-and-out, stopping, opting, part-time, full-time working mothers, I hope she gets a fair shake.

So do I! Let's unite and support ALL women with similar unconventional paths ... and by that, I mean all liberal women. 'Cause those conservative women are redneck, no-nothing, hillbillies.

Says Ace, who reminds me who this reminds me of:

But Princess Caroline is just like other women, so she's qualified, unlike Sarah Palin, who's unlike many other women in the sense that she's been the governor of a state and has negotiated multibillion dollar deals with large oil companies and foreign governments.

Also note that with Sarah Palin off the stage (for the moment), it's safe once again for the MSM to begin pedaling the sexism card. Sexism was an important concern when Hillary was running; then not so much when Palin was being attacked; and now that Princess Caroline is running asking her relatives to make phone calls to get her appointed, it's back.

Funny how the timing always works out so joyously to liberals' benefit. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd suspect some kind of double-standard or something.

You know that Ace is paranoid. The media have a double standard? Pish posh.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Did you ever?

Have a friend who was in LOVE with some dude, and you just didn't get it? Well, this reminds me of that:

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Chiseled abs? Where?

I go to the gym rather frequently, and O! wouldn't stand out for his level of fitness.

I think someone has a crush.

Post-Christmas Poll

Most notable Christmas gift? Doesn't have to be the best, but perhaps the worst? Or weirdest? Or just something you thought was really cool.

Or, it could be your best, but remember: no one likes a braggart ;)

My sil got me a nice button-up sweater, which was really awesome at the time because my mil keeps her house just above freezing level. Perhaps they planned it?

Friday, December 19, 2008

Catblogging Friday

From: that funny cat-picture blog

Aiming to please

Well, the year is coming to a close, and there is only one thing left on my list of accomplishments for the year 2008. To become Unbearable Bob's favorite blogger. I've spent eleven-and-a-half months desperately trying to figger out how to do just such a thing, but to no avail. Months and months of pro-conservative, liberal bashing didn't do it. My cutting edge "Twitter" investigation failed as well. Which direction to turn? Finally, clear as day, Bob revealed the secret in comments: I must combine marijuana Christmas brownies and QOTSA in one blog post.

Well, immediately I went a-searching Algore's internet for "Christmas Marijuana brownies", and found this. Content warning - penguins in sexually compromising positions . I can't tell for sure, but they may even be some of those gay penguins I've heard about. Not primarily a Christmas story, but - really - nothing says "Merry Fucking Christmas" like a cautionary tale about overindulgence (of drug-laced sweets) during the holidays. Scrooge had one of his ghosts warn him about that, I swears. It's in the book, so I'm not to blame if your entire education of classical Brit lit consists of how it was miss-portrayed in film.

If you lack the imagination to tie a heartwarming tale about a cop and his wife OD'ing on marijuana brownies to Christmas, well then perhaps this marijuana Christmas song will help. There. Did you tap your toes along? I know I did.

So, you may be asking yourself - how does QOTSA tie into all of this? If you are, well, then you simply don't know QOTSA. Lemme help you out:

So, the questions remains; how many QOTSA vids have I posted on this blog? That must remain a mystery, because I'm simply too lazy to go back and look. But, let me tell you. It's an embarrassingly big number. Embarrassing because it reveals that I often simply have nothing to say AND because I feel for Josh Homme like a 15 year-old does for the star varsity quarterback.

Can I use the word "Rock God"? I think I can. You have someone else in mind that is making music today? Go ahead and throw a name into comments.

We'll fight it out.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

No comments?

Then I'm gonna post Youtube vids. Song of the day:

What the World Needs Now, is Love Sweet Love

You know what is so perfect about 23-year-old chicks? The world isn't running out of them:

Drew Peterson, the former Chicago police sergeant who is a suspect in the disappearance of his fourth wife, Stacy, and the homicide of his third wife, Kathleen Savio, is engaged again.
Drew Peterson, 54, recently proposed to his 23-year-old girlfriend of four months, his publicist confirmed to[.]

Stacy was 24 when she was murdered by her husband got a bad case of PMS and ran away with another man. But, no need for a grieving husband to go through life lonely, because there is ALWAYS another twenty-something chick stupid enough to buy your bullshit. That's what is so magical about female twenty-somethings.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Monday, December 15, 2008


The left is all psyched to start accusing the right of ODS for even questioning The One™. You guys need to get a fucking grip.

The BDS label wasn't applied to people who merely questioned Bush's policies. It was applied to Rosie fire-can't-melt-steel O'Donnel. It was applied to those mindless zombies who chanted "Bush lied, people died." It was adhered to those who, for YEARS, repeated the same, tired (and false) fake turkey story. You know what? If you had more than one anti-Bush bumper sticker on your car, you probably were suffering from BDS. BDS was the intersection of blind partisanship and a lack of reasoning skills.

But, I know, it hurt being called deranged, and you are anxious to lash back. But, until I see an Obama equivilant of this:

Zombietime's picture gallery serves as a documentation of BDS. Find me the equivalent for our side.

Sunday, December 14, 2008


I Am King Deluded. Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Diddy, Sean Combs, Sean John ... whatever. Why is this guy rich and famous?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

What did he know, and when did he know it?

From Volokh Conspiracy:

It should be noted that it is not a crime to fail to report a bribery attempt. The federal misprision of felony statute would seem to make it a federal crime to fail to report a federal felony:

Whoever, having knowledge of the actual commission of a felony cognizable by a court of the United States, conceals and does not as soon as possible make known the same to some judge or other person in civil or military authority under the United States, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than three years, or both. 18 USC s.4.

But case law has conclusively determined that mere non-reporting is not enough. Active concealment or the acceptance of a benefit for concealing is required.

Yet, looking at this timeline of Blagogate, it seems quite possible that someone in the Obama Camp is either lying or at least not revealing what they know. I also find it hard to believe that Obama’s closest advisors were hiding major corruption from him, especially as he was making decisions about where to place Senate candidates such as Jarrett.

Something important is missing from this story. Let's hope that, whatever it is, the absent fact or explanation will allow the narrative to fit Obama's denial more naturally.

Since by all accounts, the Obama camp refused Blagojevich’s bribery attempt, it would be extremely unwise to lie about it. Remember, it’s not the crime that trips you up; it’s the cover-up.

At best, Obama is a dupe who couldn't recognize corruption while he was lying next to it. At worst, he knew and just attempted to make sure he wasn't smeared by it. Not very changy, if you don't care about corruption within your own party. That seems remarkably not-changy.

That's ... samey.

Blago blather

I was at work when yesterday's big story broke. First I LOLed. Then I PIMPed. I don't know which part of the indictment is the best ... where he was going to get Tribune's reporters fired, or where he was gonna take money away from sick children.

Gotta love Illinois politics.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Poetry for a Wintery Sunday

I get this poem every winter & every winter I love re-reading it.

It's a beautiful poem and very well written.

Thought it might be a comfort to you, it was to me.



It's cold!

Friday, December 05, 2008

Thursday, December 04, 2008

In Conclusion

Well, some people * thought I was serious down there. I was just having a tad bit of fun about Twitter depressing me. I mean, sure the whole "social networking" thing didn't really work out so great, but perhaps my expectations were to high? So what if I didn't make a single connection ... I didn't meet anyone or find anyone I already knew on Twitter. Perhaps I should have stalked a few more total strangers? I guess I'll never know what could have been.

*my mother

My Twitter Experiment/ Alternate Title: The Day Twitter made me realize what a loser I am

I have only the foggiest notion of what Twitter is. I've seen the CNN guy doing it, and I found it irritating exercise which doesn't belong on a news show. Even if it's CNN we're talking about. It's some social networking thing, but isn't that what Facebook is supposed to be?

But, given that my IRL social networking skills are teh suxxor, I may as well work on my pretend internet social networking skillz, right? Yesterday, Michele had a big, long post about Twitter, and I was torn between feeling that I've really missed out on the Next Big Thing™ or that all these people really spent WAY too much time on AlGore's internet.

So ... today, I'm gonna check out Twitter and report back. WISH ME LUCK!

Update 1:

So, I'm signed up. And, apparently I'm sending out messages that are being read by ... only me. Shit, this fake social networking stuff doesn't seem much different from IRL stuff ...

Update 2:

I see the error in my plan. From the Twitter FAQ:

Twitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What are you doing?

I'm supposed to already have those friends and co-workers. I feel like I've been lied to.

Update 3:

Ok, I went over to Michele's place and somehow now I'm following her. Is it just me, or doest that have that creepy stalking vibe? To be honest I have no idea what this following entails or how to do it.

Update 4:

Ok, this Twitter thing is turning out to be a big mistake. I'm realizing and contemplating things one shouldn't have to do on their 41st birthday. Not only have I no friends or coworkers, I can't even get my family to read my blog, let alone "follow me" on Twitter.

It's my birthday, so it should be OK for me to start drinking at ... 9:07 am, right?

Update 5:

At this point, I'd have to give Twitter two thumbs down. It's left me confused, unfulfilled, and depressed. It would appear that if you have a great ACTUAL social life, you'll do gangbusters on Twitter. So ... what do you need it for? Those of us losers, stuck in the house with their kids with absolutely no social life? Twitter is a cold, harsh reminder of just how pathetic you are.


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