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Okay, this HC (Hurricane Crap) is officially getting old. Got up early (for me) this morning to get ready for an appointment; an hour before it was scheduled, got a call cancelling it because he needed to be at work earlier than usual, as the power had just come back on and they needed to catch up...HURRICANES SUCK, so I guess it's no wonder they are attributed as an act of a deity.
Speaking of which, in a George Carlinesque twist, the local rag had a story on how church coffers have been hit by storm effects, including not only damage but lower attendance (and thus fewer donations/less cash). Funny, you'd think that an all-powerful deity could just pull off one of those multiplying-loaves things again...if one actually existed.
In the no-big-surprise category, it has come out in the past few days that watchers of the Daily Show are, in general, more educated than watchers of the O'Really? Hour of Anger, and that Dubya's speeches are aimed at a seventh grade level of reading ability, as opposed to Kerry's tenth grade level. Of course, the latter is being spun as an explanation of why Bush is popular - with morons, of course! Seriously, I can see the competition to dumb down politics (yes, I mean even more) reaching new lows.
Devolution is reality.
Yeah, I'm back, lost power for about 18 hours, went away for the day/night, learned that answering machines are better than voicemail (I was able to call & confirm my power was off/on by whether the machine was working).
Still haven't been hit directly by one 'o them suckers. Skeerdy cats!
Considering how many more trailers are no longer existent here in FLORIDUH,...
YOU KNOW YOU'RE TRAILER TRASH WHEN...
1. The Halloween pumpkin on your porch has more teeth than your spouse.
2. You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.
3. You've been married three times and still have the same
in-laws.
4. You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a different night.
5. Jack Daniels makes your list of "most admired people."
6. You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean.
7. Anyone in your family ever died right after saying, "Hey,
y'all watch this."
8. You think Dom Perignon is a Mafia leader.
9. Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.
10. Your junior prom had a daycare.
11. You think the last words of the Star Spangled Banner are, "Gentlemen start your engines."
12. You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off its wheels.
13. The bluebook value of your truck goes up and down,
depending on how much gas is in it.
14. You have to go outside to get something from the fridge.
Yet another $^$%%%&* hurricane heads our way. Hope I have power tomorrow!
I've decided to start a "Moron of the Week" feature on my show. Okay, I'm disqualifying politicians, because I'd have no time for anyone else. I'm going to use letters to the editor for my source.
For example, let's take a letter from today's St Pete Times. In it, the letter writer chastises Kerry for his stance on abortion (which is that, despite his personal opposition, he will adhere to the constitutional separation of state and church and the law). The moron says that he should act on his personal beliefs, and says he's a coward for not doing so.
Okay, moron, let's see if I get this straight: Since my personal belief is that you are a moron who doesn't deserve to live, being as every breathe you take uses up valuable resources and, even worse, increases the possibility you will pass those genes on, I should act according to these beliefs (regardless of the law or ethics or anything else) and end your pathetic existence!
Guess it's a good thing for morons that I'm such a coward. Of course, history is filled with non-cowards the letter writer doubtless admires, men like Hitler and Manson and Dahmer and, oh, just about anyone who did something according to his personal beliefs regardless of the consequences.
Morons! They're everywhere!
Okay, this has been a really weird day. I was up until about 6 this morning (no, I didn't say up AT), and of course I'd planned on sleeping a wee bit later than usual.
Murphy, of course, rules.
I had more phone calls pre-noon today than in a typical week, from the guy working on the outside of my townhouse (finally, but they had to start today, didn't they?) at 8:30 to a Yellow Book solicitor trying to sell me advertising. Naturally, that meant I got only bits and pieces of sleep, and so I've been less-than-motivated all day. Ironically, that's pretty much meant I got work done; I spent the whole day sitting at one computer or another, never left the place, edited one complete wedding, put together demo packets, etc.
I haven't even read the paper today, but I did note that Shrub II (JEB!) has once again demonstrated the meaning of "compassionate conservatism." For those of you in a cave, JEB! is our Guv'na, the FCAT is the standardized test third graders must take/pass to be promoted, and we've been hit by three hurricanes in the past month, resulting in thousand without power, missing school days, etc.
OTOH, our ever-so-compassionate Guv'na issued a statement that, translated from the Bushit-speak, said: "The maximum delay a school will be granted in administering the FCAT will be two weeks, and students who miss the FCAT will suffer the usual consequences. I know your house has been blown to smithereens by a hurricane, you haven't had any power for three weeks, your textbooks are somewhere in Alabama, but surely you can get your act together with a couple extra weeks! After all, you're in 3rd grade now, it's time to pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Quit whining, you little bastards!"
Too bad the hurricanes missed Tallahassee - though they'd probably miss Shrub II anyway, as he was busy flying around the state spreading bull---er, compassion!
The answer!
http://www.400monkeys.com/God/
Freakin' COOL:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/koaloha/29646.html?view=522958#t522958
Y'know, it's funny how bad things happen to good people, and irony seems boundless.
Here I am, the activist atheist guy, certainly the guy that, if a deity existed and didn't like atheists, would surely be the target of misfortune. Yet, for the most part, my life's been pretty smooth sailing of late (at least, as much as anyone struggling to get a new business growing and profitable can be said to have smoothness).
OTOH, my ex-SO, the devout Catholic, seems beset by myriad problems. The latest involves the house we built together. The other day, shortly before I was scheduled to stop by (we still have a something relationship, that wavers between friendship and tolerance but probably most resembles a brother and sister), she informed me I was going to be shocked when I arrived at the house - and it wouldn't be good.
It's not. The ceramic tiles on the kitchen floor were buckling upward. Funny thing is, the best explanation, best as in best for her, would be a sinkhole, in which case insurance will pay her off and she'll come out ahead (Florida's laws, I've discovered, are quirky on that issue.) She'll have to move, and the idea that the house might have collapsed with her in it is unsettling, but she'll receive enough from insurance and the residual sale to be pretty well off even after moving costs. However, it's looking like it might be the worst case, which is settling of the house foundation. In that case, the insurance coverage will be minimal, and she'll have to deal with out-of-pocket expenses plus the hassle of repairs - and possibly more so down the road.
Irony abounds. Is her god punishing her, as would be logical to think (if logic could be applied, at all, to religious belief)? She'll be depending on me to deal with the contractors, etc., because she's admitted that she's not so good at that - will she be thankful, once again, for the atheist in her life? How ironic to think that she would thank a god for an atheist to save her!
If there is a god up there, he/she/it has one wicked sense of humor! (Though I suspect those Bible-thumpers in Pensacola aren't very appreciative of it lately.)
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