The Lower Quote, As If You Didn't Know, Is By Richard Dawkins, Son.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Skeptic's Circle #68 - Hooray!

Skeptic's Circle #68! Check it out over at Aardvarchaeology! There'll be many more exclamation points!

Promise!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

One Last Time for the True Dumbasses

Your:
1: of or relating to you or yourself or yourselves especially as possessor or possessors , agent or agents , or object or objects of an action
2: of or relating to one or oneself
3: used with little or no meaning almost as an equivalent to the definite article the

You're:
1: a contraction of you are.

So, to all you fuckheads who keep misusing these terms, endlessly making me roll my eyes in goddamn disgust (I even saw "Your watching the new hit show L.A. Ink on TLC" the other night on TV) and nearly abandoning all hope for humanity: unless you mean to say "you are" and subsequently use "you're", it's just "your". Got it?

Friday, August 10, 2007

Gone Fishin'

Well everyone, it's that time again for me to head to the woods and catch some fish for a week of R&R (that's "rest and relaxation", hopefully not "resuscitation-attempt and rigormortis"). This will be part of the view:
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Yeah, it's pretty sweet. So enjoy the other fine blogs and sites until the 20th when I'll be back to bitch and moan about having to reconnect and catch up on all the happenings. Ciao!

Your Friday Video Punch to the Face - Old Lady Style

Not much power, but a whole lotta attitude.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

At The Gay Bar

I'm slack and about to go on a week's vacation in the woods with no internet access whatsoever, so here's the funniest youtube video I've seen in a while. Enjoy.

And the Feminine Form of "Douchebag" Is....

Watch this shit and listen closely:
Yeah, that's right - she said "Hurricane Karina. Twice. Granted, when you're only the First Lady and the event she's mispronouncing only killed around 1800 people in a major U.S. city while your husband was on goddamn vacation and no help got to the survivors for a week or thereabouts and people were sitting in their own shit in the Superdome like Rwandan refugees, why would you know the name? I mean, why didn't those people just leave?

Fuck you, Laura Bush.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

The Heathen Gets Had

Baptists for Brownback - good on you. Well played, sirs/madams.

And Mrs. T.D. Gaines-Crockett: I'd like to give you a rim-job for Jesus. Please shower thoroughly. I love you.
BHM

Dropping the "A"

I was reading over at PZ's and he has this link talking about the Baptists for Brownback's victory in getting him to put that scarlet letter "A" on his blog - the same one I chose to put on mine over there on the right.

What a bunch of assholes. I had to fisk the hell out of Brownback back in June for all the retarded religious bullshit he was peddling - the "clarification" he issued after he raised his hand indicating he didn't "believe" in evolution. It's sort of like not "believing" in gravity, 'cause, it's only a theory, don't 'cha know.

These Baptist jerkoffs are of the same ilk - ignorant and dismissive of any type of logic and reason. It's only sad that their leanings towards education include staying entirely away from anything that disagrees with their distorted and horribly wrong/unsupported views of the world.

With this in mind, I am going to be removing the scarlet "A" from my site - and moving it to the bottom of the page. That way, if any of the god-love-filled christians happen upon my site and don't get the point of it from all my profanity-laden tirades against religion and retardedness, they'll find out they've been had as the page-footer approaches. Suckers!

What a bunch of assholes.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

What Was That About "Intelligent" Design?

A lamb was born in New Zealand with seven legs. Yeah, seven. Oh, and just to make it extra crispy fuckalicious, it was missing a part of its bowel so it couldn't pass faeces. Here's a photo of the little fella:cute little bundle of genetically malformed freakishness
I'm a little bit rusty on my intro biology, but isn't one of the characteristics of a living thing that it eliminates waste? Right, thanks God - you tremendous douchebag. Oh, right, you don't exist. Like Cool Hand Luke said, "I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself."

This sort of chromosomal mishap happens once in every several million births in the sheep population. Sort of like people with tails or Tara Reid's boobs, every now and then something really freakish and odd swings through and we have to have a gander. Sadly in this case, Dr. Steve Williams, a veterinarian who treated the cute-as-a-button genetic mishap of a creature, said "To keep it alive is probably inhumane really."

Didn't someone once say that about Paris Hilton?

Friday, August 03, 2007

The Friday Punch to the Face

Oooo...with the blood flying and everything! That's a great punch for a Friday morning.00010246-SAI-002

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Tormented Tommy Tester a Tremendous Twit

Oh man, is this hilarious or what? This Christian radio DJ and minister named Tommy Tester was arrested for driving drunk, peeing in front of some kids at a car wash, and propositioning police officers for oral sex, all whilst wearing a dress. Folks, it just doesn't get any better than that.

Almost the funniest part is that Tester's employer-radio station is "asking for prayers". You know, if your fucked up "god" isn't cool enough to give life to a kid with cancer, then your drunken, pervy, peeing, orally-fixated, minister-in-a-dress doesn't stand much of a chance of being successfully forced into celestial rehab. What a fucking waste of space.

Oh, and let's not forget the empty bottle of oxycodone in his car. That, along with the rest of the shit in the first paragraph, is the best part.

Whenever I hear about a priest losing his mind and getting a kid to blow him or driving around high, drunk and in a dress, I always wonder why they do it? I mean, is it that the rules are so restrictive? Is it that there was always the underlying perversion/desire and it was just held in check for so long that it was like that football player a while back that had an addiction to blow so bad he ended up snorting lines off the bench - it just had to explode out and, fuck it, if I'm going to do this, then let's just throw on the little black dress, whip the cock out in front of some schoolchildren and suck off a cop? Such an intriguing question for court-appointed psychologists to delve into....

And really, look at the guy. It's as if Scooter from the Muppet Show and Police Chief Clancy Wiggum had a kid. Fuck me.

Thanks tons to Kate for inspiring me today!

Skeptic's Sirkle - thought I'd try a new spelling

New Skeptic's Circle is up over at Mark's Denialism Blog. Go forth, checketh it out, enjoyeth.

Yeah, I've been *way* too slack. I've even gotten suggestions from commenters (thanks, folks!). Baby and slackness has sucked my energy of late, but worry not, I'll get back to pounding the keys. I'm away for a week as of the 11th for a little R&R (so, drinking and fishing) but after that, it's loud guns and sharp knives, friends.