Happy Bday Weird Al

Today was his 47th bday, and in honor of the day I post one of my favorite Weird Al songs and music videos. Enjoy!

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66 dead Iraqis and 3 more dead American soldiers. It makes me sad to think that this war has just become a body count. Is it the only way to get people to see the injustice and crime in this war? The sheer amount of dead in this conflict?

Iraq = Manhattan

So apparently, Baghdad and the rest of Iraq is no worse than Manhattan.

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King: Conditions on the ground are different than what you see on television.—As we go through the city of Baghdad, it was like being in Manhattan. I’m talking about bumper to bumper traffic. Talking about shopping centers, talking about restaurants, talking about video stores, talking about guys–on the street corner, talking about major hotels. And so, at that moment, people must be amazingly resilient and you would never know that there was a war going on…

…in Mosul—I remember seeing news reports about roller coasters. Where you had two or three parking lots filled with their cars on a Sunday afternoon. Again, that’s not something you’d see on television, and at any given time a suicide bombers can walk into an amusement center, but the point I’m making is that the situation is more stable than you think….

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This is from the ass clown Republican representative King in NY. So somehow, the fact that 11 American soldiers have died in the last 24 hours, and that 40 to 60 bodies are found EVERY day with signs of mutilation, torture, and execution, somehow this shows me that its JUST like Manhattan. What an ass...

Imagine for a moment, especially you New Yorkers, but just imagine for a moment what it would be like if a dozen police officers were killed every day. Imagine if the bodies of dozens of residents were found every day, bloodies and mutilated, tortured and then executed. Imagine if car bombs went off multiple times a day in public spaces killing innocent people and destroying homes and businesses. Happens in every major American city right? *barf*

And yet despite this, the crooks who control our government continue to send our men and women halfway accross the globe without a mission, without a plan, without adequate equipment, and without any support. They expect us to continue to support them? Oh I forgot, we're traitors if we don't, we are emboldening the terrorists if we dare to speak out against the establishment of the last six years.

Someone I know is having their brother sent overseas into this hellhole. God be with them and I pray that they will come back safely.

Great poem

I saw this on PBS two nights ago, thought I'd share it. It's a great poem.

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For the Love of the Game

by Allison Joseph

Give me a man with a quick first step, with court vision that takes in all of me, a man who can play in the paint, score from all over, finding my perimeter, a man who can drive my lane. Give me a man who makes his free throws, ready to shoot two whenever I demand. My interior defense isn’t tough to crack, I’m wide open, and I can handle the ball. I don’t care for monster dunks, for slam-jam-thank-you-ma’am. I’d rather have a man who can teach me the delicate technique of the finger-roll, a man who doesn’t bang the boards but knows how to rebound, how to come from behind, an assist leader, a shooter, a penetrator, a man who knows how to stay out of foul trouble, hands off the opposing team’s cheerleaders. I want this madness to last much longer than March, to stage endless tournaments on a court not polished but rumpled, a sweaty site where the pairings are known, the brackets full, championships staged whenever we feel the need for a fast break, bodies colliding under the basket.

Copyright © Allison Joseph

Uncle

My "uncle" Amos died last week. He died of Parkinson's disease which he suffered from over fifteen years. I call him my "uncle" because I hardly ever met him. By the time I was seven years old he was already in a nursing home, I only have vague memories of him being pretty sick in my aunt's house in Israel. What do I call him, my uncle? He was my aunt's husband and my cousins' father, but not related to me by blood. I don't know.

I don't know how to feel about this. Is there a certain way I'm supposed to feel? I will call my aunt to wish her condolences, but she'll know it doesn't mean all that much. But anyways, I'm a little confused about all of this.

Tasteless Jokes

I apologize in advance to anybody I may offend with these. With that out of the way...

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What's the difference between a Catholic priest and acne? Acne waits until you're 13 to come on your face.

What's worse than a worm in your apple? The holocaust.

Don't make fun of the holocaust. My grandfather died at Auschwitz. He got drunk and fell out of the guardtower.

What do elephants use for vibrators? Epileptics.

What's the first thing a woman does when she gets out of the abuse shelter? The dishes. (just kidding =P)

What is a jew doing with an ashtray? Watching his family album.

A priest and a rabbi are sitting on a park bench when they spot two kids. The priest says, "Lets screw those two kids." The rabbi responds, "Out of what?"

And finally, because I think this is fucking hysterical no matter how little sense it makes...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlT7rIJchEs

(I'm having issues with the link, copy it into your browser, I promise its worth it =P)

Brrrrrr

Well, its going to get unusally cold for middle of october in the next couple of days.... even a chance for snow! Probably won't happen, but I like the prospect. So definitely looking forward to bundling up the next couple of days.

Something that is possibly one of the most frustrating things that I just can't deal with is when people don't listen. Two things actually, those who don't listen, and hypocrisy. Its not fair for someone to say, "You're not listening to me!" but then go so far as to be rude and in your face and completely ignore what I have to say. I don't ask that people agree with me, I don't demand that they change their mind, and I don't expect them to even say wonderful things about me. Just show me some respect, listen to what I have to say, and that's good enough for me.

Is that asking too much?

Peace

Ok, I'm a little bit more at peace now. I found the following quote, I think its really good.

"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win."

Who said it? The brilliant man on the left. Awww, look at him snoggling that little child. At least we can assume he wasn't molesting that kid, not like the leaders of our COUNTRY!! Sorry, had to get that out of my system.

I heard some good news today. A friend of mine is going to get married. Well, next summer he will, but he got a ring (its a nice one, I saw it today) and is going to propose to her soon. I am glad for him, but also wish I was in that sort of position. He seems real genuine and his love for her seems genuine as well, so I think this is a good decision for him even at his young age. Wouldn't that be nice? I wish I could love somebody like that, like I used to. It would be great to dedicate my life to being a good and loving husband and father. I'm weird, I'm only 23, but it would be great.

In other news, I think yesterday was our last day of summer, it was something like 90 degrees. I can't wait for cool weather, maybe even some.... *gasp*.... SNOW! So exciting, I want to wake up tomorrow morning and see a thin blanket of pristine white snow covering everything outside. Nice huh?

Yuck

Wow, so much shit going on today and it just brought me down. Usually all this kind of stuff doesn't, but tonight I'm just bummer out because of it.

First, there is the Foley scandal. Here is a fifty two year old married man who was sending sexually explicit emails and instant messages to a sixteen year old page. At least he had the balls to resign when it was found out he was doing this, and checked himself into a clinic right away. This shows to me that despite how awful and disgusting what he did was, he seems to regret it and also admits that he has a problem. HOWEVER, what disgusts me the most is that the GOP leadership knew about this for ten months, and didn't take the proper steps to reprimand him or even the proper steps to protect other congressional pages from Foley's actions. They apparently had known for up to five years that he was suspect to this sort of behavior, and did nothing about it. That.... makes... me... sick.

Second, there was the Pennsylvania school shooting. The third deadly school shooting of the week involved a 35 year old man going into a one room amish school, letting all the boys out, tying up all the girls and summarily executing them. Four are dead and eight are seriously wounded. This is some seriously fucked up shit and just makes me sad. Apparently he had planned it out as well, coming to the school with supplies to deal with a siege. Then to end it, the man took his own life. Why did he do this? Apparently it was revenge for something that happened to him twenty years ago. But why the Amish, who apparently had nothing to do with this incident? Because he thought it would be easier and make for easier targets. Sick.... fucker...

Third, in Baghdad today twenty bodies were found apparently having been kidnapped and murdered, with signs of torture and mutilation. Three more marines died as the death toll climbs closer to three thousand. One of my coworker's brothers is going to be deployed there soon and I cant imagine what it must be like to think about that, especially with a family member. That place is going further into the shithole and our men and women are stuck there with no way out. Fucking brilliant huh?

Well looks like I'm done with my rant. What a monday huh? Fuck...