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Put Cheese in your Pants!
Not that I believe in gods at all (well, except for maybe coconut cream pie), but this is a funny article that hits its mark. The idea that the GOP has forgotten what it means to be free and full of loving-kindness comes through loud and clear in their convention.
So, on to the good news: A staggering 40 million Americans watched Obama deliver his spectacular, rain-free speech in Denver. That’s more than the opening ceremony of Olympics. More than “American Idol.” Half again as much as Kerry or Bush earned for similar speeches from years before and an all-time record for any televised political speech anywhere. What a thing.
And let’s recall, for a moment, Obama in Berlin back in July, where nearly a quarter million locals turned up to see a man who wasn’t yet even a world leader, but merely a candidate. Recall those stunning images of cheering throngs at the Victory Column, hundreds of thousands of eager, curious foreigners, all there to catch a glimpse not of Mick Jagger or the Pope, not of the Dalai Lama or Brad Pitt, but a brilliant young American senator.
That’s not middling celebrity. That’s not merely good PR on behalf of Obama’s team. That’s something else entirely, a world electrified by new possibility. Hell, McCain would be lucky to draw 100 onlookers to the airport Sheraton, and most of those would be EMTs.
Even Bill Clinton, with his effortless charisma and fantastic oratory skill, could never draw like Obama. This man fills stadiums. Electrifies not just Democrats, but entire nations. He has that rarest of political power, the ability to make people want to get out there and feel it, be part of the shift. Bush gave the world hives. McCain gives the world the creeps. Obama gives the world goosebumps. Simple as that.
Read the whole article… God ditches the GOP / This just in: Even the Lord has abandoned the desperate, shameful Right
Facial stubble like 80-grit sandpaper, and two all-night kissing sessions lead to scabbed and bleeding lips!
I went grocery shopping tonight at Market Street Safeway, and it’s all torn up for remodelling. The shelves are barely being stocked, but I wanted to treat myself to some ice cream, so I found a pint of Hagen Daas Pineapple Coconut, and another pint of Banana Split. The Pineapple Coconut ice cream is simply swoon-worthy.
BillingsGazette.com :: Kelleher draws few at GOP convention
State Republican Chairman Erik Iverson decided not to allow Kelleher to speak during one of the meals at the convention, as other statewide candidates were allowed to do. Iverson said it appeared that the only plank of the Republican platform Kelleher agrees with was opposition to abortion.
“We have limited time,” Iverson said earlier this week. “We are reserving it for our other statewide candidates.”
Kelleher is an 85-year-old Butte lawyer and perennial candidate who has run mostly on the Democratic ticket for nearly a half century but on the Green and Republican tickets in recent years. He was the GOP’s surprise Senate nominee in a six-candidate primary earlier this month, winning 26,789 votes.
Now Kelleher is the Republican long-shot challenger to Democratic incumbent Sen. Max Baucus, who is seeking his sixth consecutive six-year term.
Before he went to the side room, Kelleher admitted to one Republican, “It would be a lot better if I lost. I didn’t plan on winning.”
Nonetheless, Kelleher lived up this end of the bargain. He set up in the side room, making available copies of the speech he had been prepared to deliver and a paper outlining his support for replacing the U.S. form of government with the parliamentary system used many countries, such as Great Britain. Under a parliament, country’s prime minister is chosen from the legislative branch, as are the cabinet members.
He put up a sign in the room that said, “Outlaw lobbyists. Vote Kelleher U.S. Parliament.” Kelleher laid out some newly minted, union-paid red, white and blue buttons for supporters.
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From the article:
8. STONERS ARE THE BEST. I love stoners. I didn’t fully realize what a wonderful contribution they are to society until I started working here. If YOU, dear surfer-boy stoner showed up here after a long shift, I would marry you. You guys are so grateful for anything because you’re soooo hungry. You are just amazed that a delivery kitchen delivers, that a pizza place makes pizza, and that we can even throw pepperoni on that. Half the time, you forget you ordered, so when our delivery guy shows up, it’s like getting to actually SEE Santa filling the Christmas stockings. On a budget? I’ll send you extra coupons. We should all be more like stoners. Sweet. Dude.
Question of the Moment: What was the first time you smoked pot like?
Three minutes of sad grunting / It’s official: Sex therapists suck in bed. Also: Insane Idaho Senate candidates, Spitzer in the back
From the article:
A survey of sex therapists concluded the optimal amount of time for sexual intercourse was 3 to 13 minutes. The findings, to be published in the May issue of the Journal of Sexual Medicine and then righteously mocked and eye-rolled and scoffed at and then openly dismissed by sentient sex-positive skilled lovers everywhere for the next, oh, 427 years strike at the notion that endurance is the key to a great sex life.
In response to this fantastic news, frat guys and Republicans and NASCAR fans from around the globe put down the beer bong/hooker/Coors Party Ball just long enough to let out a belch of joy and then quickly made plans to go nail that blonde sorority chick for 3.7 minutes of awkward fumbling and inept grunting before passing out and later marrying her and being freaked out at all the whining and weight gain and the decades of vague but palpable misery.
Meanwhile, the wives of these selfsame sex therapists were like, oh right, nice try, I don’t care what a bunch of wimpy misinformed sex-deprived “normal” clients say, sure quickies are nice and lovely and the equivalent of a shot of sticky espresso, but if you consider yourself a real lover, a true appreciator of sex and sensuality and skin and a true worshipper all that is holy and good in this world, you will right now get yourself in there and you will freaking work, and you will sweat, and learn, and study and memorize and feel and explore and breathe and love every minute of it and you will come up for air four hours later with a wrung body and a tired tongue and a sly smile and a huge thumbs-up from God. Understand?
