For your bumpers. Australopithecus Republicanus boisei brain-buckets must die off. Frank Rich. The tsunami of populist rage coursing through America is bigger than Daschle’s overdue tax bill, bigger than John Thain’s trash can, bigger than any bailed-out C.E.O.’s bonus. It’s even bigger than the Obama phenomenon itself. It could maim the president’s best-laid plans and what remains of our economy …
. . .But he decided not to stay. James Whitmore graduated today. Congratulations Jim. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KmUZ4nQ-6k[/youtube] James Whitmore October 1, 1921 – February 6, 2009
Wake the fuck up, wage slaves. . . that is if you still have a wage.
The Republicans along with some completely head-up-ass Democrats are able to foist this gross swindle of wealth on the middle class by, one, keeping teh stoopid afraid of everything, two, keeping America at War and therefore killing the children of teh stoopid, and three, by boldly lying their asses off, telling Americans that only the wealthy can save America with their wealth, when and as they see fit to create jobs for the rest of us— in other words— keeping you POOR.
I don’t know what anybody’s “traffic” is like, so I don’t know who could possibly be is smaller than we-uns right here, but first I tell you to check out the usual suspects on our blog roll, and then with all the time left over you’ll want to check out this bunch of malcontents.
You just know Cindy McLame is making having Carmelita make her husband’s famous chicken wings today, using a recipe of Alton Brown’s, stolen off the internets an old McCain Family Recipe.
My journey started over at Distributor Cap‘s place. Just an innocent morning meander of our blog roll, since Blog Roll Amnesty Day is bearing down on the inter-toobers. Getting to know the blogo-neighbors is really part and parcel of being a blogger in the first place; it’s cyberspace exploration at it’s most exhilarating. Like Blue Gal, DC has one of …
The Small Voice We know that the still small voice is there to be heard, and yet every excuse is made not to find the time to listen to it. You think you desire to put aside a small part of each day for your divine appointment, and yet, your mental appetites make it impossible of accomplishment. Some people even …
