Furibundum

I'm sorry, but I just couldn't even go there. I tried, but after three or four attempts at a fairly respectable Memorial Day post yesterday, blah blah blah ... each effort invariably took a most nasty turn so I gave it up. Most likely put off course by the extreme rabid indignation I felt after listening to that pathetic excuse for a president human being deliver his rote speech at Arlington National Cemetery, "paying tribute to the troops." THE PRESIDENT: " It is a solemn reminder of the cost of freedom that the number of headstones in a place such as this grows with every new Memorial Day. "In a world where freedom is constantly under attack and in a world where our security is challenged, the joys of liberty are often purchased by the sacrifices of those who serve a cause greater than themselves ... "Today we lift up our hearts especially those who've fallen in the past year ." Indeed, that headstone count certainly has grown with every n...

About an hour (at most) due south of here lies the tiny town of Butler, Missouri. Hardly noteable, just another of those tiny specks on the map that you'd miss if you blink while driving through. I'd reckon that even the nice omnipresent OnStar lady might have a hard time finding you there. Or would have anyway, past tense. Car vender Mark Muller seems to have now almost single-handedly cured the town's attention-deprivation in one fell swoop! He said this past week that sales have soared (quadrupled, even) at his Max Motors dealership ... since advertising a promotion promising drivers a free handgun or a $250 gas card with every vehicle purchased ! Thirty vehicles sold in three days, he says. I would imagine that to be at par for a mega-dealership here in the big city maybe, but pretty impressive for a podunk shanty-town car lot to be sure. Butler on da map, y'all! Even the blokes and lasses across the pond have taken note . Sharing great American innovative marketin...

Just a quick babble. I watched Obama's speech in Des Moines tonight and the guy, as so often happens, gave me goosebumps. The good kind, like the kind you sometimes get in church (if memory serves) when the Spirit moves you. Mentally I fast-forwarded and imagined this to be the next President of the United States speaking, one that I could proudly for the first time in a very unbearably and unnecessarily bloody long time proudly call my president. Gave me a political boner. Alter Bridge - Rise Today

blatantly pilfered from vimrod Okay, so I haven't been officially tagged, for which I'd usually be appreciative since I typically despise feeling forced to oblige such purposelessness. But I've happened across several other bloggers who have been called out to write a post with ten weird, random, facts, habits or goals about themselves. Once tagged you are then expected to tag another five (or six, it varies) to play along ... and so on and so on. I won't be doing that, no worries, but I'll admit this one did rouse my interest. I like the overall notion here because I find it fascinating to read useless personal trivia about the people you think you've kinda sorta gotten to know. Of course, my mind automatically went into overdrive and brought up the beaucoup me-things that without doubt must never be divulged. To anyone, under any circumstances. Ever. But still, "ten weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself" I think I can pull off witho...

Okay, it's most likely a given that Hillary can't win the nomination. We all know that. And I really don't think for one second that she's so dense as to really believe otherwise, either ... so it's a real headscratcher why she insists on suffering through to the inevitable end come August. Self-inflicted humiliation, that is. While the Clinton Conclave continues to manipulate the numbers (talk about your fuzzy math!) I'd rather have hoped, after all of her constant harping about tossing her divisive hat into the Obama ring if things should go awry, that she'd have by now already committed to the greater party good. Alas, not so much. I've figured it out, though. Like any actor, well-rehearsed and having suffered sleepless nights to nail a role, it's understandable why she would wish the show to go on ... despite critical review. As this video from earlier on seems to indicate, she has presumably been hard at work honing her campaign-performance ski...

Today was Mother's Day and although I procrastinated, just under the wire I emailed Mom a free e-card and even stepped it up a notch by forwarding also the picture of a lovely virtual bouquet I found online! The roses were beauteous, if I do say so myself. Nothing's too good for my mom! Something I didn't know, though (perhaps I'm just historically retarded), was that Mother's Day began in part as the result of an 1800s anti-war peace movement. I've never heard of Julia Ward Howe in my life, but I did some googling (are we to still capitalize now that Google is both noun and verb? I'm not sure.) Anyway, she apparently worked with the widows and orphans of soldiers for both the North and the South during the Civil War (ultimate oxymoron, that) and witnessed first-hand some of the worst the war had to offer: the death and disease which killed and mutilated the soldiers, also recognizing the economic devastation and crises of war. [We now know, of course, in ...

Not to harp on all things gay (I hate when that happens, although I know I'm as guilty as anyone from time to time. Like now. Sorry.) but this pissed me off. Nothing like being outed to your parents by your homophobic bitch high school principal, eh? Daphne Beasley, to name names, of Hollis F. Price Middle College High School in Memphis (what the fuck is a "middle college high school" anyway?) asked her staff for the names of students who were presumably paired up, ostensibly to be better-equipped to curb public displays of affection on campus. Compiling and posting a list of couples in order to put fellow students and faculty on red alert for inappropriate hand-holding and such. Sounds like someone might be in need of a coupling herself. Of course since moms and dads seldom, if ever, set foot on a middle college high school campus, parental notification was no doubt in order. According to the school, Daph "felt it appropriate to notify the parents of those children...

I practically dismembered a finger a few days ago while washing dishes! Too aggressive with the drinking glasses, apparently, and my keyboard mastery has been rather compromised ever since. Okay, dismemberment may be a slight exaggeration, but it did slice from fingertip to base knuckle, and I'll tell you what, evidently phalanges are quite vascular. Who knew? I went through half a roll of paper towels before I was able to finally staunch the flow. Thank God certain activities can still be one-handedly executed, lest I'd be really grumpy by now. Anyway. Whatever, I'm back in business tomorrow. Have much on my mind, though ... now I'll have to pick and choose my rant. Multiple choice isn't always so easy. Until mañana, just know I'm still alive albeit handicapped. I've removed the Band-Aids for the final time tonight, so total flexibility should hopefully be restored soon. It'll be nice to have both hands functional again, for so many reasons. Oh yeah, a...