December 26, 2006

At Least The British Have Balls

I never thought I'd utter that phrase, but seriously- at least they have the balls to do the right thing. Not only are they getting out of Iraq by 2008, but they just freed 127 men from certain death at the hands of the Iraqi police in Basra.

What gets me is that the abuses were quite obvious. That means the US commanders know it is going on and have known for some time. Yet---- they didn't go in and rescue those poor guys. That tells me they are a hateful, racist bunch and/or that doing something would have not been politically expedient because it would have admitted that the Iraqi forces aren't ready to take over and that many of them should be shot in the town square like feral dogs.

I say fuck politically expedient.

Do the right thing mutherfuckers.

What I hate most about the Bush administration is how we went from a nation of people that always tried to do the right thing to a bunch of pansy-assed-cocksuckers. Why did it it take British forces doing what we should have done? What we should have prevented?

Unfortunately, I bet there were some US soldiers there wanting to do the right thing and then they were held up by their own brass. Ain't that a kick in the head.

On an even dimmer note- we've surpassed the casualty figures from 9-11 with our war dead in Iraq. For some reason I'm sure the dead Iraqi's and dead contractors and dead soldiers form other nations aren't being figured in.

Fuck Bush. Viva le balls.

December 21, 2006

Bah Freakin' Humbug

I'm really hating the holidays this year. I have scoffed at attending any of the dozen or so parties we've been invited to. I guess I like those people well enough, I'm just not in the Christmas spirit.

First, I'm pissed at the fucking Christian mafia here in Okieland for screwing with the holiday parade. They actually made death threats against the volunteer board who oversaw the holiday parade here. WTF?

Bastards. They're fucking great in showing their allegiance to Christ, huh? What fucking Bible are they reading? Jesus' Guide to Hate and War??? I say fuck them all in the ass and a pox upon their houses. They don't have one friggin' clue what this holiday means.

And then there's this whole constant barrage of commercials trying to sell me everything from jewelry to cards to gift certificates to electronics to clothes to supersized buttplugs. There are special early bird specials and midnight door busters. Tell you what- unless I get a rim job and a free bottle of Tuaca, my ass ain't getting out of bed to go into further debt for a fake ass holiday. Hell, make it two rim jobs...

And there's also the thing about our men and women in uniform and their families being half a world away for no good reason at all. And the poor innocent Iraqis. And the James Kim family. And the families of those three hikers on Mt. Hood. This will be a lousy holiday for them. Why should I get to enjoy myself when they're dealing with death and dismemberment and such? Why shouldn't we all feel their tragedy just a little bit?

Anyhow, I'll send some prezzies to my nieces and nephews and a few select others, but my normal list of 60+ will be whittled down to less than 20 this year. No one will notice and no one will care and I'm okay with that.

Anyhow- happy holidays and fuck the Christian mafia. May they all be fucked in the ass by huge Muslim black men named Tyrique. And may I have the Internet rights....

December 11, 2006

Bump This

From a lawyer buddy of mine who's way too savvy with PC's to make me feel comfortable a list of bumpersticker phrases. I've seen some of these before but a few were just too good not to post here. (Bite me. I've been busy.)

Bush Bumper Stickers
1/20/09: End of an Error
That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway
Let's Fix Democracy in This Country First
If You Want a Nation Ruled By Religion, Move to Iran
Bush. Like a Rock. Only Dumber.
If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President (Personal fave.)
Of Course It Hurts: You're Getting Screwed by an Elephant
Hey, Bush Supporters: Embarrassed Yet? (Another personal fave.)
George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight
Impeachment: It's Not Just for Blowjobs Anymore
America: One Nation, Under Surveillance
They Call Him "W" So He Can Spell It
Who's God Do You Kill For?
Cheney/Satan '08
Jail to the Chief
No, Seriously, Why Did We Invade Iraq?
Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full Of Crap
Bad President! No Banana.
We Need a President Who's Fluent In At Least One Language
We're Making Enemies Faster Than We Can Kill Them
Is It Vietnam Yet?
Bush Doesn't Care About White People, Either
Where Are We Going? And Why Are We In This Handbasket?
You Elected Him. You Deserve Him.
Impeach Cheney First
Dubya, Your Dad Shoulda Pulled Out, Too
When Bush Took Office, Gas Was $1.46
Pray For Impeachment (And another fave.)
The Republican Party: Our Bridge to the 11th Century
What Part of "Bush Lied" Don't You Understand?
One Nation Under Clod
2004: Embarrassed
2005: Horrified
2006: Terrified
Bush Never Exhaled
At Least Nixon Resigned

December 06, 2006

Fuck. That Sucks

I've been switching over to CNN and Google News for the last several days hoping there'd be an update about James Kim, the senior editor missing in the Oregon wilderness.

They just found him dead.

I'd really pulling for him and his family. I dunno why exactly. Maybe it was his easy smile or the way he and his wife and kids just- fit. Hearing about his resourcefulness and devotion to his wife and children's safety was pretty amazing. I oft wondered over the last few days if my own hubby would fight me for the stale 1/2 a Twix bar lodged between my console and my seat if such an ordeal befell us. I suspect he would. And that I would hit him with a tire iron. Not because I wouldn't want him to have it. I would. But because he'd want it more than he'd want me to have it. Call it spite. I'm not James Kim.

If anyone out there is having a quiet moment, keep James Kim and his family and friends in your thoughts. I know I will.

December 04, 2006

On a Scale of 1 to 10....

I hate my job about a 30. I cannot stand anything I do anymore and really don't give two shits about helping people. I want out.

I want my hubby to understand I'd rather eat arsenic than come to the office any more. I'd rather cut open my own asshole with a broken bottle than listen to one more of my whiny ass clients and deal with another screwed up judge whose idea of justice has more to do with campaign contributions than doing the right thing. I'm tired of my stomach being upset and having constant headaches. My hair is gray, I've gained weight and I am unhappy to the point of paralysis.

I hate my job. I hate being in my office and I hate feeling like if I don't stick with this profession, I'm letting my husband down. I'm starting to rather be alone than continue working at something that makes me this goddamn miserable.

And if you're my client reading this: Screw you for making my life hell with your incessant whining and inability to take responsibility for your self.....