Your opinion of me is none of my business.
NPR: Hubble's Prying Eyes →
Cool slide show with narration.
New rules of engagement.
Ok, fine. If they can’t behave like adults, I have a few suggestions. In the process of legislating: -Elected Legislators (E.L.’s) are not allowed to argue against any proposal without first reading, in its entirety, said proposal. This reading is not to be farmed out to staff. who would in turn brief the E.L. You lazy fucks, by “reading”, I mean in person, your own...
Go Fuck Yourselves - Jon Stewart's Gospel... →
Eskimos are basically Ice-Mexicans.– Stephen Colbert.
If the president makes the banks wear a condom, they won’t feel it when...– Stephen Colbert
Because it is a deep, dark, dank hole that smells of rotting sperm, the Vatican will henceforth be referred to as The Vagican.
The reason I remain obscure →
Me singing at Micky’s 40th. Pretty funny unless you’re a fan of music, Frank Sinatra or The Lady Is A Tramp.
Thanks Donna. I wish I knew who wrote this. I’ve seen so many anti-Obama rhetoric emails come to my PC since he was elected —about eleven months ago. Here is the other side’s rhetoric. What do you think? We had eight years of Bush and Cheney — now you get mad! You didn’t get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a President. You...
A Catholic argument for Marijuana use.
God loves us, right? And, from what I understand, to love someone means to supply to them what they need and what you think is good for them. So it stands to reason that God would supply in abundance what is good for us and what he wants us to make use of. Trees, plants,water, air, other animals, each other. Further, what you don’t want loved ones to access, you hide or keep out of sight...
Children today are tyrants. They contradict their parents, gobble their food and...– Socrates (470-399 B.C.)
The real end of the holidays.
Only those of us living with animals know when the real end of the holidays are. Oddly, it too has to do with a resurrection. Or at the very least, a re-appearance. Holidays aren’t really over until the dog, or cat, has pooped the last of the easter grass or Christmas tree tinsel and the aluminum wrapper of a holiday chocolate.