“Taxes are what we pay for civilized society,” wrote Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. I wonder what he would have made of the Tea Baggers. Short work, I expect. The Bibleburg Gaslight blessed our local wingnut festival with a live blog; I trust its editors will do likewise next time the lefties hold a peace rally. No word on whether the head count included the usual random assortment of winos, street musicians, homeless people, cops and Palmer High School stoners.
Meanwhile, like the good citizens we are, Herself and I laid a big, wet, four-figure smooch on our beloved Uncle Sammy today. We’ll probably both come down with herpes. At the very least we’ve contracted a temporary ailment that leaves one’s bank account as empty as a Tea Bagger’s skull. These pootbutts probably think Jesus does potholes, police work and snow removal whenever he’s not busy doing his legendary loaves-and-fishes thing.
Speaking of snow, it’s in the forecast again, and this storm is supposed to be a whopper. The last one was perfect — just a few heavy, wet inches that really perked up the lawn and trees — but this time the wise guys are calling for six inches to a foot over the next few days.
The Safeway of the Living Dead must look like George Romero Meets Cecil B. DeMille tonight. I have a pantry full of beans, rice, pasta and canned goods, so I’m unconcerned. Plus there are the firearms in case we crave a little long pig. A couple of our neighbors would not be missed, among them the dipshit NASCAR wanna-be who keeps racing the poorly tuned engine in his shitbox street racer and doing noisy laps around the block.
But he’s definitely a feedlot critter, the furthest thing in the world from free-range organic. Maybe I’ll just use him to sight in the Mini-Thirty, then go hunting Trustafarians at Colorado College. They’re pre-marinated and everything.
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I don’t know. With many cuts, too much lean makes them stringy and gamey. The fast-food fed may be a bit fatty, but long pork is best slow roasted, anyway. So, it all cooks out.
Jesus all this shit is making my head hurt
Where the hell were all these rabid people when Bush upped spending, cut taxes, and turned our surplus into a deficit?
Colorado Springs makes me laugh (and cry a little bit, too). And for some reason, I still live here – I suspect it has much to do with the outdoors, and little to do with the average Joe the Plumbers and Sarah the Politicians that seem to fester here.
O’G, you hunt down a CC student, cook some up for me, too. I’m about over their shenanigans.
If you are serious about long pig, go here:
http://www.churchofeuthanasia.org/e-sermons/butcher.html
Our two party system is nearly always a race between the crazy and the incompetent. The only thing that is different is that the two teams change sides all of the time. Personally, I tend to vote, not so much FOR someone, as AGAINST the crazy folks, and these teabaggers seem to have dibs on crazy for the foreseeable future.
SHOCKED! I am SHOCKED that Grand Junction played host to a conservative, tax hating, government hating, poor (minority) people hating tax party yesterday. Imagine that, Grand Junction supporting one of those things. Doesn’t it just amaze you that this town, that owes much of its development in its early days to a “political” party known as the KKK, would play host to such a thing?
Naturally, at least one of our Republican county commissioners (they’re all Republican, by the way) was out there nodding her bobble head and agreeing with the “we hate government spending” crowd. The hypocrisy appeared to lost on everyone. “Hey Commissioner Rowland, you want to cut government spending? Give up your $70 grand a year part time job sucking off the public teet!” Nope, never heard that.
Geez, this town is so right wing that they still have buildings and places around town named for celebrated Klansmen. At least one building at Mesa State College is named for one, and our airport for many years was named for Walter Walker, a Klansman. They even have a statue of good of Walter downtown. How many towns have a statue of a Klansman in their downtown?
I’d get the hell out of this place if the road riding wasn’t so damn good.
Sounds like you’re getting hammered with a fine Spring snowstorm. Here in Wisco we dodged the last two bullets – one went North to the Norwegian Lutherans, and the one last week socked in Chicago with over a foot. It’s been nearly 70 here all week, inspiring me to work off some of the Leinenkugel’s Big Butt Doppelbock I’m so fond of. http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/710/2464/?sort=serv&servT=2&start=0 .
The bitchfest they had here ( in Lansing, MI ) featured “Joe the Liar” ( oops, I mean Joe the plumber). The right wing wackos here are so low on ammo they had to recruit him from Ohio.