Saturday, July 09, 2005

A few years ago, some whackjob Religious Righties started blowing up abortion clinics. Except for a few Fundies, most religous leaders went out of their way to condemn the bombings. Liberals were going through the fucking roof! "Assault on Freedom!" they would scream. "Justice!" others would scream.

Why did the Lefties get so agitated about the (so far) false allegations that the Koran was desecrated in Quantanimo when they didn't have a problem with an artist submerging a crucifix in urine and photographing it with Federal funding? Why did Lefties then lobby so hard to get the Christ of the Deep (a statue of Jesus submerged in the sea off of Florida) removed from a national park? Is a Jesus submerged in urine worthy of Federal funds, but a Jesus submerged in water isn't? But, I digress.

The other day, some whackjob Religious Righties organized a terrorist attack on London, killing 37 people. Lefties all over the place began by saying, "Let's hope we don't retaliate," or, "Did you hear what that hate mongering Bush said?" or, (I kid you not!) "30 people died in the explosions. 10,000 died from nicotine yesterday. Will we declare war on nicotine?"

Karl Rove said, “Liberals saw the savagery of the 9/11 attacks and wanted to prepare indictments and offer therapy and understanding for our attackers.” He should have added attacking tobacco companies. Then he would have been PC.

I'm a tolerant guy. I'm open minded. I support gay marriages. But Islam? It's a religion of hate. They would love to see me dead. They would love to see my family dead. They would love to see every Fundie in this country dead. They would love to see every Liberal in this country dead. Every homosexual, feminist, single mom, and tree or animal hugging leftie is on their hit list!

While a few muslim clerics have denounced the violence, I don't see protests in the streets of Muslim nations that equaled the celebrations when the towers fell. I only see the large scale protests occurred when they hear that someone, somewhere, thought badly of the Koran. (Were they upset that Korans were destroyed in the 9/11 attacks? Just wondering.)Why aren't they burning effigies of Osama (Usama) bin Laden like they do of George W. Bush?

Why is it that the Left wants us to be tolerant of Middle Eastern countries, but wants to stop countries like Japan and Norway from eating whale (I've eaten whale. Chews like roast beef, tastes like fish. Not all that great, but I was respecting the culture. Apparently, I should have burned a building or been a suicide bomber.)? Why do they want to end the century old tradition of the running of the bulls at Pamplona if they want us to respect other cultures?

And, why doesn't the Left idolize Neville Chamberlain? He wanted sanctions to work.

'Course, the Right's a bit screwed up, too.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Captain Britain and Captain America.  Copyright and trademarks held by Marvel Comics


In times of crisis, it's good to have friends.

If Hitler couldn't bomb the british into submission, neither can Al Qaeda.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

I have been selling some of my 1500 comic books on eBay. When someone buys something from me and they pay promptly, I give them positive feedback right away. And I expect positive feedback if the item arrives in good condition. But I've noticed I must be doing something wrong.

I just bought three items, and I paid within hours of winning the auction. But no positive feedback for me. Why not?

Is there some sort of etiquette for leaving eBay feedback? Or is it kind of a "You do me, I do you" kind of thing? Should I wait to leave feedback until they leave feedback? Does the seller leave feedback first, then the buyer? Or the other way around?

I'd be curious to hear what other eBayers think.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Scene: A street with a bench. An old blues man with a battered guitar, dark glasses and a hat is playing and singing.

Blues Man:
I got the cheap ass coffemaker
bought at Wal-mart Blues.
I'd've put a bules man photo up her
But Blogger wouldn't work this morning!
Yeah! Yeah!

A couple of months ago, my coffeemaker died. So went to Wal-Mart and bought a Hamilton Beech Brewstation. In order to sell their product at Wal-Mart, the folks at Hamilton Beech stripped some features out of their top of the line model, like the clock and timer.

Almost exactly two months later, on Saturday July 2, it died. The power wouldn't come on.

I didn't save the box. I didn't save the receipt.

Here's my plan. I bought a new coffemaker at Wal-Mart today. In a few weeks, I'll take the old coffemaker back with the receipt and get my money back.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I have no desire to see the latest Batman movie. And not only because I really dislike the black batsuit, and the emphasis on gadgets that makes Batman a rich man's James Bond. No, I don't want to see Batman Begins because of what happened almost fifteen years ago when I went to see the first Batman movie.

A friend and I really looked forward to this movie. We went to a theater in Pflugerville.

We settled into our seats in the middle of the theater a few minutes before a dad and his six or seven year old daughter sat in front of us.

Remember that this was 1989. Cell phones were just becoming popular.

The lights go down. Everyone in the theater finishes their $20 popcorn and sodas while watching the previews. As the "Feature Presentation" begins, a cell phone rings. It's the dad in front of us. He answers and slinks out of the theater to take care of his business. Twenty minutes later, he returns and apologizes to his daughter. Ten minutes later, his phone rings again. Once more he answers as he leaves the theater. Thirty minutes later, he skulks back in and sits down beside his daughter. Thirty minutes later, it happens again. Once more dad leaves the theater.

On screen, Batman enters the cathedral, fights his way to the top, and the Joker falls to his death. (Sorry if I spoiled the ending.) Then the credits roll.

As my friend and I leave, we see the little girl looking wildly around for her dad. We try to leave but she's crying and stops me and says, "I can't find my daddy!" So I take her hand (today that would have been sexual contact, and if I could find the link it would be here) and lead her out to one of the multiplex's ticket takers, and told her to stand beside him until her dad decided she was more important than his phone call.

The last time I saw her she was standing beside the kid tearing tickets, wiping the tears from her eyes. All I could think about was how this was going to color their relationship.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Fort McHenry, September 10, 2001.  The storm clouds roll in.

Not much time today. Have to work.

I hope everyone has a Happy Fourth of July!

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Hrm. I was hoping for erotica.

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