Waiting for the Dead to Talk

Everybody’s telling me to wait for signs from Rob.

“He’s there, he’s guiding you, his spirit is watching over you, he’ll give you a sign…”

One friend, only a week or two after Rob passed, told me that he hugged her.  I wanted to ask her why he would hug her first, and not me, but I didn’t have the nerve.

I shared with friends that a hummingbird came and hovered over Rob’s red impatiens last month.  Someone told me it was Rob himself, coming to visit me and cheer me.  I said, “Rob was not a hummingbird.  He was a hawk, or an eagle.  He was not a hummingbird.”

I talk to Rob all the time, but I get no answers.  I don’t even get the sense that he’s there listening.

Someone told me to pay more attention to my dreams, that perhaps Rob can only visit me in dreams.

Thursday night I had the most vivid dream ever, but in my dream I was sitting on a couch with Hillary Clinton and asking her why she feels entitled to the White House.  I made the mistake of calling her “Mrs. Clinton” and she made very clear to me that I should address her as “Madame Secretary” before telling me that it’s not for me to second guess her motives nor deny her her place in herstory.

Rob was nowhere in sight, in this dream, nor has he been anywhere but in photographs, lately.

 

 

Harry Houdini wanted desperately to reach out to his mother’s departed spirit.  So much so that he apparently visited each and every so called medium in an effort to have his mother visit earth after she passed.  Harry ended up exposing each and every so called medium as a fraud.

I’ve come to the conclusion that once a person is dead, they are really and truly dead.

Perhaps that’s the way they want it.

Perhaps it’s what we should let them have.

Pure quiet, and peace.

The Anti-Gangnam Style

From the Youtube description…

Thousand Hand Guan Yin was a dance created by Chinese choreographer Zhang Jigang. This dance was performed by 63 deaf dancers of China Disabled People’s Performing Art Troupe. Because they could not hear the music, there were 6 directors dressed in white helping them to synchronize with the music.

MARGIN CALL

An image from Max Ernst‘s Une Semaine de Bonté

An assayer is a person who tests ores and minerals and analyzes them to determine their composition and value. They may use spectrographic analysis, chemical solutions, and chemical or laboratory equipment, such as furnaces, beakers, graduates, pipettes, and crucibles.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assayer

Vice President Joe Biden charged that Mitt Romney’s policies on banking would put Americans “back in chains,” NBC News reported.

Biden, known for his over-the-top rhetoric, made the comment in a campaign stop in Danville, Va. It apparently stems from Romney opposition to financial reforms enacted by the Obama administration in response to the 2008 financial crisis.

“Romney wants to, he said in the first 100 days, he’s gonna let the big banks again write their own rules,” Biden said according to NBC. “’Unchain Wall Street!” Biden added, “They’re going to put you all back in chains.”

The Romney campaign labeled the remarks as a “new low” after weeks of “slanderous and baseless accusations leveled against Governor Romney.”

http://www.newsmax.com/Newsfront/biden-romney-election-chains/2012/08/14/id/448534

Speak to me as if I am a small child or a Labrador Retriever.

What is happening exactly?

Jeremy Irons (Margin_Call)

In the beginning of Margin Call, Kevin Spacey is in tears….his dog is dying. He complains to his confessor that the dog is costing him a thousand bucks a day just to keep the poor bugger alive after it was discovered that he has a cancerous tumor on his liver.

Have you ever lost a pet? Have you ever had to bury a pet? More later!

Tucci, one of my favorite actors for over two decades plays the man who discovers in his role as a seasoned predictor of havoc in some Wall Street firm (that is most probably Goldman Sachs) that Armageddon is near. The year is 2008 and all hell will soon break through as a direct result of four or five years or more of bundling ARM mortgages for sale to the world.

Zachery Quinto plays the assayist as I have defined the term in the context of this film critique.

You might recall Mr. Quinto in another role involving superheroes of a sort!

Quinto’s character is given a computer ‘disc’ from Tucci’s character and begins working with the info contained therein at two in the morning only to discover that the entire American Financial Structure (I capitalize everything in order to give my readers awe; kind of like when repubs capitalize the name ‘Reagan’) is about to capsize into a sea of sewage created by a mortgage scam perpetrated by fascist pricks who head the American Capitalist system.

Quinto then communicates his findings to his boss and his underling and chaos ensues.

Spacey is eventually called to return to the scene of the crime and we witness one of the best board room meetings I have ever seen.

Spacey (who looks older and more haggard than usual and worn by his years working for the devil) must answer to the idiot posing as his superior (played by Simon Baker the Australian whose performance just knocked my socks off!).

Baker’s character demands to know the credentials of the fellow played by Quinto and is informed that the genius who figured out how the world was about to end has several degrees in physics and computer software.

SO YOU ARE A ROCKET SCIENTIST?

One of the best lines ever delivered in all of cinema!

As background we all know that we are in our current economic dilemma because of Mitt-like bastards who bundled mortgages sold to folks who had no idea what the final monthly fee would be for those mortgages.

Jeremy Irons shows up in a helicopter on the top of the skyscraper housing the fraudulent folks selling the bundles of crap that Quinto has proved to be more worthless than polls created by Pudge Luntz.

(I just viewed Irons playing Klaus Van Bulow and if you cannot keep from an urge to shoot the sonofabitch, you are a better man than me!)

Irons plays the CEO of this fictional doppleganger of Goldman-Sachs.

Irons plays the bastard who demands that Quinto speak to him as if he were a child or a dog.

Irons represents everything I hate about this country with an English accent. Hahahahaha

Based upon the rocket scientist’s findings, the order is sent out to kill all the newborn babies in the empire…or rather sell the worthless crap that has emanated from the fascist organization for years to unsuspecting buyers (unsuspecting fascist pricks who represent millions of investors per unions and trusts and whatever) as quickly as possible.

Spacey, who still has managed to keep some of his humanity following decades of working for these fascist pigs, gives the pitch to all his underlings (whereby we learn that he really has lost 99% of his humanity decades before) that they must do everything they can to sell all interests in these bundles within an hour or two of the opening bell and that in return they will all most likely lose their jobs but gain between one mill and three mill in bonuses!

If we are successful today, you shall lose all of the trust you have ever had with your buyers….

But our talents have been used for the greater good!

Kevin Spacey

The worthless feces is sold on the market that morning following the opening bell by liars hoping to make a million bucks out of nothing.

As the credits run, Kevin Spacey is digging the grave for his dog and the sound of the digging lasts longer than the scene as the credits run.

I have had to bury a dog or two during my worthless lifetime and let me tell you that there is real grief experienced in the process.

I recall the last time I participated in this lonely ritual of internment, and I felt so lost and so aching and so helpless.

Spacey ends up being the greatest actor in the film that features so many great actors.

And as I viewed this film for the fourth time, I realize that Spacey best reflects what is wrong with this nation and not the Iron’s character.

The real number reflecting despair and loss perpetrated by corporate pigs like those running Goldman-Sachs and other corporate vampires amounts to hundreds of millions of real people losing everything all at once.

I did have one thought.

What if this film had come out this year instead of two years ago?

Then I recalled that the film aired in 2010 when the morons who voted in that year’s election threw out the House majority in favor of more vampires.

So what the hell?

We’re all goin to hell.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxr-fbtV1-8

On August 15, 2012August 15, 2012 By dikkdayIn History, Politics, Social Justice, Spirituality12 Comments

AND ME, I’M AL FRANKEN!

http://www.c-spanvideo.org/clip/3550697&newclip

I am watching ( A REPLAY) of Al at 9:00 PM ( July 25, 2012) give a speech on the Senate Floor today. (via CSPAN)

He was eulogizing Tom Davis his old partner, his old partner at SNL and at our local comedy club at the U fifty years ago.

I am crying.

AND ME, I’M AL FRANKEN.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DIETlxquzY

It was in the early days of SNL that you might have heard this.

I knew immediately what that sonofabitch was doing.

But so did everyone else.

And it worked!

Well Davis was his old partner.

And Tom Davis just died of cancer and Al thought:

I am going to speak of my best friend’s death on the floor of the United States Senate!

And Al did.

And I love Al.

And I am awed by Al.

And I shall grieve the death of Tom Davis.

A wonderful eulogy. For sure!

That’s all I got right now!

Except:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_mwsDFm7bQ

If Paul Wellstone had not died, not 20 miles from where I write this in 2002 October, Al would never have run for the US Senate.

Paul was my god and now Al is my Saint!

That’s my Senator along with Senator Amy;

MAY THEY REIGN FOREVER! HA

THE FUNK HOLE

 

I am viewing the entire BBC/PBS episodes of a great series that shall continue into the next year.

Most people live quiet lives of desperation.

So says McLuhan!

I have become caught up in a a BBC series entitled:

Foyle’s War

The mystery/cop series is set in Hastings, England during the Blitz and first aired in 2002.

I am currently viewing Set 2, Episode 4 (2003) entitled FUNK HOLES!

Delightful!

Michael Kitchen plays Chief Superintendent Christopher Foyle; the chief police officer of Hastings.

I underline this particular episode because we find ourselves in FUNK HOLES.

What prey tell is a FUNK HOLE?

Well it seems that by 1940 during the Blitz, the economically superior classes left London and the larger cities and sought haven in the countryside hoping to escape reality.

And the country-gentry who owned large estates in the ‘country’ needed money.

So the country-gentry naturally turned their homesteads into inns or hostelries as they say.

Now the local markets, subjugated by new rationing rules and regs (much like us a few years later) found that they could not procure adequate products for their old markets let alone the new markets available for the noveau riche (who were not really that noveau! ha).

Therefore, the local markets which were cheating anyway, could no longer supply the richer folks in their own areas since the old more aristocratic Funk Holers would pay three or four times what the old market would bear for a simple pound of liver!

 

CONTEXT, CONTEXT, CONTEXT!

I most probably heard those words from three primary teachers and then fifteen professors later on in life.

This series, which I most probably will critique later on, underlines the fact that there is more to historical eras than hats and pants and language and….

So many Brits were without allies on the national scene and without hope following the destruction of their homes. FDR loomed more magnificent in the minds of hundreds of millions of Europeans as the war waged on during our isolationist period increasing of course, following our entry into the war.

WE WERE ONCE THE SINGLE SYMBOL OF HOPE FOR THE SURVIVAL OF CIVILIZATION!

Ha!

Anyway, this blog is not a movie critique but an analysis of the FUNK HOLERS!

As this episode in Foyle’s War progresses we are introduced to the residents of these Funk Holes.

Besides cheating the locals out of their meats and their exotic foods (exotic in the sense of potatoes and carrots), the funk holers cheat. I mean they purchase all the available under-the-table commodities.

The one resident couple of a local funk hole that really got to me, ended up with canned ham which was directed toward their dog!

An amazing comment on humanity since in a previous episode we are confronted with a 1940’s version of Oliver where the waifs collected paper and metal for the war effort in an attempt to procure chocolate from the local parishes!

Why Oliver & Co. did not end up with the canned hams presents us with the concept of the aristocracy’s concept of ‘choice’.

THE PRESENT

Nowadays we have witnessed a new class of FUNK HOLERS.

They do not merely hide in the Hamptons or in the country side of Hastings hoping not be be found out, hoping not to be confronted and hoping that the present ‘difficulties’ shall one day be resolved.

We find people BRAGGING that they are indeed FUNK HOLERS.

Joe Walsh is an example of the present day braggerts; proud to be FUNK HOLERS.

http://thehill.com/blogs/pundits-blog/campaign/236435-tammy-duckworth-american-hero-has-her-heroism-attacked-by-joe-walsh-tea-party-bum

Joe finds himself confronting his own fascist/NAZI persona without one month served in the Armed Forces of anything.

And he finds himself in the FUNK HOLE and finds himself, once again, competing against a severely wounded and disabled veteran!

SO WHAT IS A MOTHER TO DO?

I mean this motherfucker will not even pay his proper child support whilst he spends his entire oratorical life espousing family values besides national duty!

Again, as I have underlined many many times, hypocrisy has no value as a category anymore.

John Kerry who chose to volunteer for his country’s armed forces rather than accept a printed message telling him that he was drafted, went on two tours (THAT’S TWO TOURS FOLKS) in that magic land of Siam. I mean during his first tour he certainly discovered that there was no Yul Brenner and there certainly was to be found no Deborah Kerr!

Well he gets wounded twice and at the 2004 Repub Convention, all of these FUNK HOLERS are wearing symbols making fun of John’s Purple Hearts.

TWO PURPLE HEARTS

And the repubs wear pretend band aids.

Whilst the FUNK HOLER Bush had no Purple Hearts, no tours of Siam and not one incident of combat because he used his aristocratic station in life to avoid conflict. Speaking of avoiding conflict, after a couple years, w bush found the terrors of the sky too much to his liking and so he hid away in his daddy’s campaign whilst the people in power destroyed any documentation that might have substantiated his true tao in life!

CHICKEN HAWKS!

As Cheney once said:

I pursued other options.

But let us remove ourselves from the battlefields for a second.

There are battlefields that involve no tanks, no drones, no rifles and no bombs.

The battlefield we currently find ourselves upon involves homelessness, hopelessness and unemploymentness.

The FUNK HOLERS have no idea what unemployment means.

The FUNK HOLERS have no idea what homelessness means.

The FUNK HOLERS have no idea of what hopelessness means.

The FUNK HOLERS have no idea of what context means.

The FUNK HOLERS have no idea of what a GODDAMN LOTTERY MEANS.

The FUNK HOLERS would have no idea what being a patriot really means.

MITT ROMNEY

Mitt Romney is the ultimate FUNK HOLER.

He hid in Paris to avoid a war that initially began because of French policies.

He hid in Massachusetts so that his governmental policies could be hid by rationalizations.

He hid his assets all over the globe so that he would not pay his share of taxes to his country of origin.

He hid his faith so that his faith, the core of his belief, would not be analyzed too closely.

He hid his his assets so that those assets would not be analyzed too closely.

He hides his real financial backers so that those corporate sponsors will be caused no harm.

He hides his true aims for AMERICA so that real Americans shall never be allowed to see the perils that they shall all experience once he reaches power.

So let us all give it up to the:

THE FUNK HOLERS

THE CREED OF FUNK HOLERS

1.  Look, I am doing the best I can.

2.  How else can my great grandchildren get into college?

3.  My pets deserve something special from me!

4.  Hernandez does a great job on my lawns as well as my sex craved wife.

5.  I just love Negroes; my mother knew one.

6.  Everyone should be free; just so that they can pay their bills.

7.  Humanity shall always be confronted by warfare; just leave my family out of it!

8.  But if you all do that, I lose my plantation!

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxyU4W8iyeI

 

 

 

 

 

NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE

The Bard (ca. 1817), by John Martin

I am watching Dylan: Revealed.

On Netflix.

If you are looking for music like the Last Waltz you are going to be disappointed. There is little by the way of music.

But I learned something.

I watched Charlie Rose recently and he was interviewing an English Actor with whom I have little experience; and yet I am familiar with Bill Nighy. I always get a kick out of Bill.

He had a part in Love_Actually. (A silly nonsensical take on xmas in London!. But I loved the film—so what?)

Nighy went to all the proper British Schools for training and such. And in Love Actually he plays this nothing musician who apparently had one or two big time tunes and was lost forever as far as the public was concerned.

He ends up taking off all his clothes playing some silly xmas tune and is revived.

Bill is wonderful. He wanted to play in Pinter Plays or those written by Stoppard or Brenton or Gill…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_nighy

But he normally eschewed Shakespeare. And the manner in which he handles his anti-Shakespearean slant with Rose is wonderful. Hahahahah.

This actor maintained that Dylan was his favorite singer!

This comment from Nighy just amazed me!

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS GUY THINKING ABOUT?

And then I relistened (is that a word) to some older Dylan songs.

And I thought:

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS GUY TALKING ABOUT?

And….

Instead of staying mad and incredulous I thought:

Hell, I would rather listen to Dylan than anybody else.

Tales from the Psychiatric Nurses Station – Child/Adolescent Part 1

It has been a while since I’ve written on here so I thought I would come on and say hello.  Alot has happened on the unit that I have worked for about a year.  Among the lack of sleep from my thoughts racing due to the kids on my mind from all of their traumas to being in school again to work on my Bachelors degree.  I’d like to give you two the brief case studies  on my most memorable patients and how they’ve impacted me.

Over the past year I have learned a lot about child and adolescent psychiatric care.  Never before in my life did I think a small child would have to endure the pain, horror, and terrifying abuse that some of these children have had to face. Seeing the look on the faces of these children who have been sexually abused by relatives, family friends, or rarely strangers; rips at your very soul.  I find sleep escapes as the child’s face enters my mind’s eye, an image of them cowering in the corner fills my thoughts. I’m paralyzed with reality and I am not a confused child who is inexperienced in the trials of life and all that is evil.  I am not the abused.  The same child has been to 4 or 5 different foster homes in the span of 4 weeks.  She has no one to love her and she asks me “can you be my mommy?”

MAGIC

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaqRwFyoGgQ

 

I love magic.

I have viewed a couple of great films; mostly lost since there has been no cable replay or at least basic replay.

The first film I shall review requires some context.

I kind of grew up watching Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner doing the 2,000 year old man.

It was lame by today’s standard or really any standard when one reviews the history of man.

But it was schtick as they say.

I suppose similar riffs were presented in ancient Vaudville.

And one should not forget the Highlander!

This movie had such promise and then the sequels and the tv series just destroyed it!

And one should never ignore My_Dinner_with_Andre when looking at the film that is the subject of my thesis.

You see I believe in magic.

And My Dinner With Andre has magic.

Two fellows arm-chairing philosophy and the arts whilst dining in an expensive bistro.

To me that is magic.

Nothing but dialogue.

No killings.

No explosions.

No shoot outs.

No obscenity.

Just two people talking. Ha

One person cannot ever really prove anything.

You might prove that Mitt said this in 1999 or that Newt said this in 2002 but who cares really?

But two people communicating; well this is magic (sometimes, unless you are discussing the principles of life with a mother-in-law).

The_Man_From_Earth

Well the film involves a small number of professors (as well as one non-Platonic student) who simply wish to say goodbye to a professor who is leaving their community.

Well the lead character would tell you that he would like to tell a story.

What if?

And it goes downhill from there and uphill from there and…

What if a man survived over the last 14,000 years?

What if this man struggled to find a home?

Well his colleagues confront him.

Why should he leave their group for no ostensible reason?

A few of them had already remarked that Professor John Oldman had not aged over the last ten years.

And Professor John Oldman felt the need to disclose his affect? His secret? His being?

Well our hero was not just 14,000 years old, understanding that all humans he had ever met, ever resided with, ever loved were dead within a very short period of time in his universe.

This professor had been a student of THE BUDDHA. Now there were several Buddha’s of course. But our hero was speaking of THE BUDDHA.

And then he wandered for 600 years or so and found himself in the Middle East.

He began tutoring folks and found himself to be the Christ!

It started out, oh so simply our lead character suggests.

He notes that there were never any real Apostles so to speak; just friends attempting to get through the day with him. He also maintains that Peter, for instance, just became a better fisherman after their discussions. And he further notes that he presented no magic; he simply tutored that one should love his neighbor as himself.

You will note that there are real actors here. No fill-ins. No Academy Award recipients. But you have watched all of these actors in a number of contexts.

$200,000 was the budget according to Wiki.

So basically these actors worked for free.

Independent Award organizations were intrigued by this film.

And yet, I never saw this film and I never saw the film mentioned anywhere.

My second film relates to a woman whom I have loved for decades.

Ellen Burstyn shall always be remembered for the Exorcist.

But she was something. And she is something although hitting the big 80 this year.

RESURRECTION

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resurrection_%281980_film%29

It is a simple film really filled with magic.

And if you would like to see Adonis, check out Sam Shepherd who is about 37 when this film is made; he looks like he is 18. hahahhaha

In The_Metamorphosis, Kafka takes us into the mind of this poor middle class German who awakes to find himself turned into a bug and cannot figure out how the hell he is ever going to handle this!

Ellen’s character awakes from a car accident to discover that she is healer.

The LAYING ON OF HANDS becomes the plot mover.

The action takes place in a small agrarian community and she actually ends up in tents like revival meetings although she never claims she has received her gift from God.

There is first some fear and loathing following her laying of hands upon a tot who is a bleeder.

But slowly and surely the community comes to her, seeking relief from their ailments.

Empathy; true empathy for the sick sore and disabled causes her great pain and suffering.

And she ends up almost alone, separated from the rest of humanity unless someone passes by for a fill up at her gas station.

Quite touching and Ellen was even nominated for an Academy Award.

At any rate, in my waning years, magic is something I look for in films.

Not just in motif’s; but in style.

Oh for real magic; take a gander at this gander!

FLYING DUTCHMAN

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/03/21/jarno-smeets-flying-dutchman-video_n_1370275.html

RAGE

Elmer Gantry

I have never seen a more disingenuous personage on the American Stage than Joel Osteen.

Melodrama was an art a hundred years ago; hell a thousand years ago.

We are confronted in literature and on the screen with charlatans forever.

That is a reality of life.

But this guy bugs me.

I mean, Osteen bugs me beyond redemption!

My detestation knows no bounds.

And this emotional reaction embarrasses me!

Here take a quick look at what I am talking about.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu57F50THMU

Well, for heaven’s sake do not watch an hour of fascist bullshite!

I am more interested in his rhetorical devices.

The way he moves his hands.

The way he moves his head.

The way he moves his body.

The way he dances to some music he would advance as truth.

The guy is the single phoniest bastard I have ever witnessed on the tv. And that conclusion is reached a=following at least 55 years of watching the tellie.

And yet, as I demonstrate with this video link, thousands upon thousands follow this prick.

I grew up with Bishop Sheen.

Watch a minute or two of Sheen, a guy with an Irish accent who was born in Ohio and  grew up in Ohio?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVBXzf4eUJg

Now, as far as rhetorical foments go, this guy was pretty good! Sheen was attacking the commies of course and their antithetical embrace.

I grew up with this.

The Commies would take my god and my good and my freedom away from me!

Do you see in the short Sheen link that he stops to get a laugh?

But do you also see the fire in his belly, the total belief this bishop had in what he was saying.

And I look at this vacuous, gay poster boy named Osteen and I wonder…

How long does his hair dresser have to work in order to present this beefcake to an audience of idiots who will pay a c-note or more just to see him celebrate himself.

Osteen has no soul!

Bishop Sheen had a soul.

Reverend Wright has a soul.

Hagge is a pig, but damn he believes in what he believes; whether or not he wishes the Pope to be fireballed into hell by Jesus or whether or not he believes the Jews are responsible for every single economic downturn in the history or man or whether, like Sheen, Hagge is sure that the Commies are responsible for everything! Ha

There is this red-haired robot on MSNBC that just disturbs me!

I mean I cannot even watch Mika; Joe Scarborough is a prick, is a fascist, is a prevaricator, but I get a kick out of him. (What happened exactly to that clerk Joe?)

But Mika is vacuous and without substance and without knowledge and without history and without a soul for sure. (Goddamn I love her daddy though!)

But the red-haired robot bothers me even more.

Kelly O’Donnell just makes me wish to puke.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPn9Iu78U28

Watch how she holds her head and in other links she holds her arms, hands and body in such a manner that she must have had some coach; some idiot who used twistems and she never forgot.

Kelly O’Donnell, I suggest, has similar genes to this Osteen.

VACUOUS.

I know.

I know.

We look for what we wish to see, we listen to what we wish to hear, we smell what we wish to smell—except for Parmasan of course! (I mean it smells like ass to me! And you are supposed to put it on food?)Adam Sandler talks like a baby in every goddamn film he ever starred in! It is so phony as to make me vomit. I cannot stand to even watch the mother for more than six minutes when he appears on cable.

WHY?

Because he comes across as un-empathetic, unfeeling, unreal, and unbelievable.

Osteen scares the hell out of me! His purpose, you might remark!

But my God, this guy is making more money than some of Mitt’s trusts and he is without form! He has no soul, he has no heart, he has no beliefs, he has no knowledge, he has no vision, he has no….

He cannot be human.

Yet he plays before thousands upon thousands of filled stadiums.

He plays with these ancient forms of physical movements that are meaningless.

Just watch as he bats his eyes.

He could not possibly believe in anything! Ever!

So why does he scare the hell out of me?

He scares the hell out of me because millions (or at least thousands upon thousands) eat this shite up.

And what bothers me most is that it bothers me most.

I have an id that would love to pummel the bastard with a Louisville slugger that would bash in his skull just because of his performance.

I am disturbed by my reaction.

He recently appeared on Piers Morgan (which I originally thought was a food show for gourmets)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPn9Iu78U28

Watch Osteen.

Forget the fact that osteen hates homos.

Forget the fact that he claims to love everyone who is not hated by his version of the scriptures.

Just look at him whilst he responds to questions.

He moves his eyes, shutting and opening those pretty eyelids.

He moves his head, like he was tutored by O’Donnell’s coaches.

He moves his hands, like he was tutored by Hitler’s minions.

This is terrible, but I hate Osteen.

I hate Osteen with my whole brain, my whole heart and my whole mind.

Just a confession here.

It is soooooo very difficult to hit upon truth as ‘presented’ but the closest I think I have come to it?:

The Angriest Liberal

Oh geez. Really? I didn’t really pay attention to this so-called outrageous action by HHS’s new regulation mandating the coverage of contraception for women without a co-pay. Those bastards, I didn’t know I should be outraged about something that already happens.

I also found out via Old Pundit Alpha aka Mark Shields, who exclaimed on PBS the other night, “This is going to be cataclysmic for the Whitehouse”. Waa… he continued on rather histrionically about how horrible this decision would turn out to be. Then I noticed Old Pundit Beta aka David Brooks, sitting there ready,leaning forward oh so hard and so ready to respond to this burgeoning controversy, the greatest mistake ever made by any administration, “This,” he said, “is the most under-reported story of our time all religious people resent this intrusion into their lives, even if it has already happened in 28 states!!!”

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