Friction and Harmony

Whoopi Goldberg, you are an ignorant chunt.

I don’t know what the living fuck you consider “Rape-rape” to be, but if it’s worse than a middle-aged prick drugging a CHILD, ordering a CHILD to strip and take naked photographs of the CHILD, having vaginal intercourse with a CHILD and finally shooting a load of semen into the rectum of a CHILD while having forced anal intercourse with a CHILD, all WHILE THE CHILD IS PLEADING “NO, NO, NO“…  Then I thank God to not be able to even imagine the kinds of horrors that exist in your sick, twisted world that comprise what you would acquiesce to calling “Rape-rape.”

That Roman Polanski wasn’t able to personally receive his Oscar because he is a child molesting coward is no punishment – it is not “justice” by any terms.  How people stand by this shriveled old sack of shit is beyond me, but for the record…  Mr. Polanski’s arrest on a 30-year-old conviction has nothing at all to do with the man.  It has everything to do with the integrity of our system of Justice.  It has everything to do with the fact that he accepted and acknowledged his guilt and then fled to avoid sentencing on a crime that he readily acknowledged committing.  That he has escaped justice and lived a comfortable life for thirty years is the real travesty.  Now he needs to go experience for himself what it is like to have someone overpower him and shoot a wad in his ass – I’m sure there will be plenty of qualified applicants to audition for the role in whatever prison he serves his sentence.

But if the American Justice System isn’t good enough for him, there is MY system of justice for an ass-raping waste of humanity like Mr. Polanski and countless others who choose children as their victims:

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Even the Von Trapps have fallen on hard times:

Mrs. Who called me at work this morning to do a telephone errand for her, since “something just isn’t right when I call from work, and I don’t want to try it again!”  I could hear the panic in her voice.  She was trying to call to purchase tickets for herself and PrincessNO to attend a special benefit performance of “The Sound of Music” at the local community theatre.  The telephone number for the tickets had been printed in our Sunday Church Bulletin.

“What do you mean?  What happens?” I asked.

“Well, when I call the number as it’s listed in our Bulletin, there’s a recording to call another number.  Then…  It gets really weird.  It’s another recording…”  Her voice dropped, and became completely unintelligible.

“What?”  I’m thinking, ‘damn cell phones…’

“…”  More garbled speech.  I could tell she was doing something to the phone, because I could hear children playing in the background, then the noises would muffle just as she began to speak.

“Honey, I can’t hear whatever it is you’re trying to say,” I complained.  “What do you want me to do…”

“I can’t say it loud!” she protested.   Then, she spoke again – and I immediately understood why she was trying to hide her voice…  “It says something about HOT, HORNY WOMEN! I can’t call numbers like that from my school!!”

Well, having been given permission a direct order to call a telephone sex chat line by my wife, I obliged.  Sure enough, our Church had somehow managed to give the congregation a ‘benefit’ telephone number to an adult chat line.

The kicker…  The production is to benefit a local unwed mothers’ home. 

I.  Kid.  You.  Not.

*Oh, and please pray for me, since Mrs. Who is going to kick my ass for posting this. 

I found a way to satisfy the Birthday tradition of signifying one’s age in candles atop a birthday cake AND keep the Fire Marshall from having to issue a permit:

My lovely wife is this many today…

And she is so NOT amused by my creativity! 

Please – distract her for a second while I make my run for safety do stop by and wish her a Happy Birthday!

This Hitler piece has to be the most overworked bit on the Internet, and I almost didn’t bother watching it because they do get old. Further, I feel we don’t need to add the MSM’s arsenal by using Hitler* to demonize the Left.  They’re doing fine on their own.

Nevertheless, I watched this, and it did indeed make me laugh.  The last line is priceless.

As bad as August was for the Dems, no doubt the rest of the year will be even worse. Let’s keep the heat on ‘em, folks! Make sure they know what’s to come on 11/9/2010!

Oh yeah, and I almost forgot:  It’s Fuck Obama Day!

*(Besides which I feel angry that the use of “Nazi” and Hitler images dilute and trivialize the true horror of what was perpetrated by Nazism!)

Holy crap!  My spam filters went through the ceiling with the previous entry.  Evidently, mentioning a Cr0$$-P0$t in the title brings about every spammer on the webz for a piece of the action.

Fucking leeches.

…from my comment over at Big Dick’s Place.  Go read his post first, then have a look at the source (sans pretty graphic) USA Today story about the disparity in Red-State vs. Blue-State Cash for Clunkers claims.  As you can see from what follows, the whole mess TICKED. ME. OFF.:

“Oooh, it’s a phenomenon, we don’t know why some states didn’t participate as much as others…”

How about because those of us in flyover red-state territory actually WORK for a fucking living! Our pickups and SUV “gas guzzlers” CAN NOT BE REPLACED by little rice-sipper tin cans BECAUSE WE NEED TO HAUL SHIT. We don’t walk to the corner market with our little wheelie basket and ride the elevator down from our 27th floor apartments to hire a cab when we need to go to the burbs to visit family. WE ARE THE FAMILY, and our “market” is a Super Fucking Wal-Mart 25 miles away, and we shop there ’cause we don’t want to drive through THREE COUNTIES to get everything we need in one fucking trip!

We grow and build and harvest and mine the shit that keeps this country running, and we don’t need a little rolling turdball “eco-friendly” thimble on wheels that’s shiny, ’cause our ego isn’t fueled by what we drive, it’s fueled by what we can accomplish every day.

And NO, that “accomplishment” doesn’t mean how much fucking NOISE we can make about saving the gorram rainforest or protecting vermin’s “habitats” or otherwise sucking off some politician’s favorite “cause”.

Perhaps the biggest reason of all is BEING ABLE TO LOOK MY NEIGHBOR IN THE EYE when I see him. To be able to stand tall and proud, knowing that I did not RAPE my neighbor’s future for a shiny new piece of chrome and plastic that HE AND HIS KIDS will be paying for LONG AFTER it makes it’s way to the scrapyard. And maybe it’s even about SELF RESPECT that’s derived from that honest self-judgment; being able to look myself in the mirror in the morning and know that I AM NOT PART OF THE PROBLEM!

Only ONE dealer in my small town did not offend me by displaying old cars at the roadside with “CLUNKER” spray painted all over the doors and windshields. Only one dealer understood how those of us who work hard, pay our taxes and ask for little in return could have been offended to near rage by the obscene displays of greed and entitlement…

Only THAT ONE dealership has earned my future business… And THANK GOD it’s not a GM or Chrysler dealer! (Thank you Moyer Ford!)

Was I tempted? I’ll admit I was… After all, I will be paying for all those new (mostly Japanese and Korean) cars like everyone else, so why not?

Fortunately for me, the government didn’t see fit to put the diesel F-250 on the “green vehicles” list.  [/sarcasm]

Oh, and how long do you suppose it takes before we start to see the Grand Canyon sized downside to this glorious program? I figure about six months… Give it until February 2010 when a significant number of C4C buyers have realized they’ve overextended themselves for a rotten deal on a piece of shit car. Then just sit back and watch the fireworks as those new auto loans go into default and we have another National fucking financial disaster on our hands!

Seriously, folks.  The Fat Lady hasn’t even begun to warm up on this one.

UPDATE:  Moved below the fold, ’cause some people don’t like my crude sense of humor whapping them in the face…  Yeah, yeah, and I should have given a “NSFW” warning.  Whatever.

Most of my life is NSFW.  Deal.

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