“[The Kenyan Usurper] sees the world and Israel from a Muslim perspective.”
–Rev. E.W. Jackson, Virginia’s GOP nominee for lieutenant governor, in his acceptance speech.
Virginia is cutting to the chase and nominating preachers now in their quest to form a theocracy.
(Image: Axel Grease)
We are in the midst of the worst Washington scandal since Watergate.
Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad, or in Noonan’s case, wee tipsy or just forgetful that during the month of May, in 1987, the Iran-Contra Hearings began, you know, when Ronald Wilson Reagan (“the greatest president of the last half of the last century, maybe ever”) broke the law and sold weapons to our enemies the Iranians and then gave the proceeds to right-wing death squads, the Nicaraguan Contras.
I love it when Serendipity bitch-slaps Reagan-era leftovers on the gin-blossomed snout.
UPDATE: Dame Peggington Noonington of the Brooklynshire Nooningtons will appear on Dancin’ with the Gregory on Sunday, where she will expand upon her theme and no one will challenge her. Two pickled onions and a twist.
Just sayin’ that there are some real scandals that never got the attention of the GOP.
…the awesome juggernaut that is Blackberry, having sold 7M phones Windows Phone 8 is in third place world wide with a market share of 3%. And this tool says that Apple’s iPhone is next to be eaten alive by MS’s phone.
Is this a real problem? Or would she have been better off sleeping without the bustier?
(Hat tip: unindicted, co-conspirator Axel Grease)
World-famous baby mill operator One-L is already running for re-election, a full 17-months ahead of schedule.
(WaPo)
“As a first step in the process, Dr. Robertson stated that she should stop dwelling on the cheating. Next, he recommended that she remind herself of all the reasons she fell in love with him in the first place so that she might try to fall back in love with him all over again.”
“Lastly, his point was that everyone is human and there is much temptation outside of the home, so she should do whatever she can to strengthen their home and relationship. His intent was not to condone infidelity or to cast blame. We regret any misunderstanding.”
We regret any misunderstanding. Gotta remember that one. (ABC News)
…and it is a pee-hag:
As I approached the line to the restroom, I took a deep sigh, thinking that I might find some respite from the hundreds of cameras strapped to people’s heads at the conference.
Yet when it was finally my turn to approach the rows of white urinals, my world came screeching to a halt. There they were, a handful of people wearing Google Glass, now standing next to me at their own urinals, peering their head from side to side, blinking or winking, as they relieved themselves.
“You’re casting aspersions on my asparagus.”
–Screwy, Louis Gohmert, pride of Texas
Talking termite-infested pole Major Garrett destroys GOP benghazi Benghazi BENGHAZI talking point.
“Forty years ago, the United States Supreme Court sanctioned abortion on demand. And we wonder why our culture sees school shootings so often.”
He has many other theories, too. It is so worth a click. (Raw Story)
Cocktails last night at the Hancock Tower’s 96th floor were worthy of the view.
The view from my hotel room ain’t bad either.
Light posting ahead… but there are some things in the queue, so check in.
self-confessed confident of God One-L wants a spiritual warfare (Crusade? Yes) to enforce her theocratic agenda
“Earlier this spring, Sen. Rand Paul and his wife, Kelley, invited a crew from the Christian Broadcasting Network into their Kentucky home for what turned into two full days of reality TV. In a half-hour special, “At Home With Rand Paul,” the couple are seen bird-watching in the woods, going to McDonald’s and, especially, talking about religion — their belief in traditional marriage and the senator’s call for a “spiritual cleansing” in America.”
Can we vote Aqua Buddha off the island, please?
Put me down as happy to see former South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford coming back to Washington. Earlier this week he handily defeated Elizabeth Colbert Busch in a special election for a House seat he himself once held.
[snip]
He has always been a consistent, principled, and courageous conservative. And he has always done it with showmanship and clarity that gets the points across to voters.
[snip]
When the National Republican Congressional Committee pulled their support from Sanford’s race following the news that he trespassed in the home of his former wife (to watch the Super Bowl with his son), support came in from both FreedomWorks PAC and the National Right to Life PAC.
Sanford’s persona pulled in two streams of conservatives – the economic conservatives and the social conservatives – that many see at odds with each other.
A seasoned, principled, and exciting conservative politician and leader is exactly what Republicans need today.
Welcome back to Washington, Mark Sanford.
–Tengrain
Wiving wegend, Bawa Wawa willw wetiwa fwom The View in 2014. Wots’a Wuck in whatever you do next! (ABC)
Neck with a mouth Chuck Todd is outraged that the Cincinnati IRS under a Chimpy McStagger appointee targeted conservative money laundering Teabaggers.
Paul said the United Nations would “CONFISCATE and DESTROY ALL” of civilian firearms in the United States and ban the sale of all semi-automatic weapons. He also alleged the United Nations was controlled by “petty dictators and one-world socialists” who were plotting to usurp American sovereignty.
“These anti-gun globalists know that as long as Americans remain free to make our own decisions without being bossed around by big government bureaucrats, they’ll NEVER be able to seize the worldwide power they crave,” Paul wrote.
My mother did not believe in Hallmark Holidays, and so Mother’s Day nearly sped past me without notice now that she’s been gone for a decade; MPS’ pal B-4 has a lovely post up for his mom, and she sounds like a good egg and very similar to mine. He’s lucky that she’s still around. I miss both my parents in ways large and small.
On Saturdays, after Bugs Bunny was done I would be shoved out the door into the California sunshine with the admonishment not to return before lunch, “unless there is fire, death or insurrection.” The day I was returned home by the Fire Department, naked and covered in mud (and they hosed me off on our lawn on the main street of our small town with all the neighbors watching) after rescuing me from the mudflats in the local cemetery (the frogs were irresistible and would absolutely be the best torture for my older sister Ninegrain) was the day she stopped saying that little phrase. Oh, in case you are wondering: the mud pulled off my clothes when they winched me out of the drained pond, where I had sunk up to my neck. No one knew I had lost my clothes until the great hosing happened.
Mom was the den mother to all my pals growing up. She always planned on at least one extra place at the table, and she referred to my core set of buddies as “The Litter.” I would often come home from school (a trudge up a steep hill after school, probably several miles in the snow, if you catch my drift) only to find them pouring their hearts out to her, eating deli subs and gulping down soft drinks that she had bought for them. Then she would help us focus on homework, call various parents to let them know where their kids were. She taught us to carve pumpkins, spit watermelon seeds great distances, and notoriously, she taught us how to burp on command. She was the tomboy mom who earned their undying love and devotion.
Most of The Litter came from the parochial school where I was kicked out after about 2 weeks, (a family record) and so even though we went to different schools, we remained tight. Mom was invited to all of their weddings, and in one notable case to Officer Training School graduation on the east coast for one Littermate who lost his mother in grade school, and whom she loved more than all the others; this was the guy that she famously said that she would have jumped his bones if she was his age, and let me say for the record I have never felt more horrified in my entire life.
She taught me how to box, how to surf, to never use adverbs, how to pin a corsage on a girl’s Prom gown (“Don’t. Just don’t. Stop it.”), Martinis are always shaken and Manhattans are always stirred, and that kindness is better than smarts, which was very funny considering that she was the brains of the family.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I suspect that the angels are shaking up a Martini and that the Saints are trying to impress you by spitting watermelon seeds for distance and accuracy.
Sweet Baby Jeebus with a Subpoena, Wingnuttia is starting earnestly to talk about impeaching The Kenyan Usurper, according to Tiger Beat on the Potomac:
Senator John McCain, who famously defended his then presidential opponent Barack Obama against an islamaphobic supporter during a 2008 campaign rally, defended President Obama once again on ABC’s This Week Sunday, cautioning his Republicans colleagues to cool it with talk of impeaching the President over the Benghazi attacks and its aftermath.
I was around during the Clinton years, when every two-bit grifter with an (R) after his name chased the Clenis around the country. They spoke of impeaching him before there was even a forced crime of low-level perjury, and by any measure of sanity the 1990s-era wingnut was the model of sobriety and good mental health compared to the New Millennium Edition Wingnut with new and improved Teabagging added to seal in the freshness.
Senatorette Miss Lindsey Graham is calling Benghazi! Benghazi! BENGHAZI! Obama’s Watergate (and if that doesn’t take your breath away, I’m not sure what will), and now that the local Cincinnati IRS office has gone rogue and investigating Teabagger money-laundering organizations resulting in headlines of Obama’s IRS…, well you know. The Crazy has become both industrial strength and weaponized.
There are a thousand reasons for us lefties to not like Obama (and I’m sure in the comments we will be told 1,001 reasons, probably from long-time Scissorheads, and you know who you are), but the fact remains that there is no High Crime and Misdemeanor in any of this.
And remember this: I knew Ambassador Chris Stevens; we went to high school together; we hung out with the same friends; he went to a party at my house. None of us from back then (that I know of, and we talked, many of us did talk) are outraged at the Administration. We are–including his family–outraged that the Right is making his tragic death a political witch hunt.
Yes, it is personal. No one should be exploited like this.
Beat the Clark Sisters?
(Hat tip: Scissorhead Mr. C. Montgomery Burns)
“…but if y’all want to feel something hard, Ah’m your man,” Sanford did not say while winking and flicking his lizard tongue.
“What I’m going to do is, in essence, look under the hood at a whole host of things,” he said. “What are y’all wearing?,” he did not say while breathing hard.
(The Hill)
On Wednesday, AT&T announced that it was dropping the price of the HTC First smartphone, which comes with Facebook Home built in, from $99 to 99 cents. Think about that: a new smartphone, priced to jump off the shelves at Dollar General. It’s a great deal, but it is also hugely embarrassing for Zuckerberg.
[snip]Even worse: More than half of Facebook Home’s 15,000 user reviews give the app just one star. A typical review:
Uninstalled after 1 min
Just takes a nice phone and ruins the interface. Waste of time.
So it was a solution looking for a problem.
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