Desert Cat's Paradise
"The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it." - Proverbs 27:12.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
"Does anybody really know what time it is?Comments
Does anybody really care?"
Are we one Pope away from the end?
Redneck's Corner: Prophecies of St. Malachy
Prophecies of St. Malachy
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ABC News: Ga. Woman Found, Reportedly Got Cold Feet:Comments
ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. Apr 30, 2005 -- Distressed, out of cash and in disguise, a missing Georgia bride-to-be turned up on a seedy stretch of Route 66 and told authorities Saturday she'd been abducted, then copped to the truth she fled the pressure of her looming wedding.
No, but dude: you really need to rethink your plans for marrying this chick. I mean REALLY rethink it. Like, turn tail and head for the hills kind of rethink it!
You are one of the lucky ones to have gotten such a "heads-up" of further trouble to come. If you have the sense to take the clue, that is.
UPDATE: HA! Her name is Jennifer. Acidman might get a kick out of that!
UPDATE 2: I begin to see perhaps why she fled. Fourteen bridesmaids?? Six. Hundred. Guests?!! That's flippin' nuts!
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
Well, AS I was saying a few posts ago...Comments
I don't know about that 80% Expert part though. Some people had pointed out that the test seems to favo(u)r the British spelling of certain words. Perhaps that dinged me a few points.
dead mousie to Red Sugar
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Kelly is back at blogging again. I suppose I should have checked after Jekyll. I might have figured that would flush her out of hiding again. (Queenie wasn't there, after all.)Comments
Fortunately the link on the blogroll was only "commented" out, so it's up again, under the Rumblesphere. Yes, that's right ladies. Like it or not, I lump you in with 'im. :)
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Oy, this is good! This bit of poetry sums up so much of what I feel about life and time (or lack thereof). Clicka, read!Comments
annika's journal: Wednesday Is Poetry Day: Amichai
A Man In His Life
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005Comments
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This has me a little worried, y'know?
A person can only have so much crap loaded on them, before something breaks.
Gut Rumbles: i quit
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Jacob Sullum takes a look at the background of the Ayahuasca case before the Supreme Court:Comments
Reason: Tea Break: Should drug laws make exceptions for spiritual highs?
dead mousie to Dadcat
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Laurence Simon has a priceless metaphor here for what Matt Drudge has become:Comments
This Blog Is Full Of Crap: Matt Drudge is the bacteria in the intestines of the MSM
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Monday, April 25, 2005
New one for the blogroll:Comments
"Very un-PC thoughts and notions about politics, web programming, nuclear power, the meaning of the number 42, and general facta."
This post in particular caught my attention. He sounds like someone who is in almost the same place as me, ideologically speaking.
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Sunday, April 24, 2005
Og has a killer here--remove drinks from the vicinity, close your office door (or wait until you get home if you can't stifle guffaws well), and go click, read. Seriously. If you need the endorphin rush. It's that good.Comments
Neanderpundit: Friday crapblogging
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Saturday, April 23, 2005
I've observed this before, but always thought it was psychological. Maybe not? Is this nature's little biochemical reward for procreative activity?Comments
I report, you decide.
Semen makes women happy: Study
The study showed women who were directly exposed to semen were less depressed. Researchers think this is because mood-altering hormones in semen are absorbed through the vagina. They say they've ruled out other explanations.
I wonder if women who swallow get the same benefit...
dead mousie to Acidman
UPDATE: Perhaps this explains Andrea Dworkin...
Update 2: HERE is the original article from New Scientist. Apparently this is old news, but I hadn't heard about it before.
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Friday, April 22, 2005
Here's another perspective on the late misandrist, Andrea Dworkin.Comments
The misdirected passion of Andrea Dworkin
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Here's a heads-up on a book that is soon to be published. The author is someone near and dear to me, and I've already read one of the final drafts. I'll blog about it more when it hits the shelves.Comments
By Hands Of Strangers
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I was not challenged much as a child. When I was growing up, the schools were still reeling from the effects of the sixties and the diminished expectations that were placed on students. Having a "genius" caliber IQ, I never took homework home, didn't try particularly hard at my studies, and still graduated high school with a B- grade average.Comments
My interactions with average people since then confirmed my sense of exceptionalism, as I was always able to easily grasp what others struggled to understand. But when I got into my upper division coursework in my engineering education, I finally was in the company of my peers, and I realized that there really were people at least as smart, if not smarter than I. It tended to make me more humble, and I kept my mouth shut more often to see what I could learn from them for a change.
Occasionally I will find myself in the company of such people again, sometimes at an educational seminar or conference. Or sometimes the engineers of a consulting firm who are working for me are clearly my superiors in terms of their knowledge, competence, or intelligence.
But there is one more place where I find myself in a group of people who consistently knock me off my pedestal, and that is right here in the blogosphere. I always thought that I could write well, and perhaps I do compared to the general population. But here in the blogosphere I often find myself thinking: "Dang! I am such a hack in comparison to the sheer weight of genius of Blogger X!!"
So kudos to you all who contribute to this grand enterprise. I am mightily impressed.
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Well it's definitely beginning to feel like summer here in the desert. What that means for me at work is this: it's time to turn up the heater under my desk and break out the winter clothing, as it is going to be a long chilly summer in this icebox they call an office.Comments
Between the peri-menopausal, overweight women in my department and the guys who come in hot from the field, the temperature is set well below my comfort level for long periods of sitting still in front of the computer.
Like the hat? It's a gas watching people (in my rear-view mirror) cruise slowly past my cubicle to gawk and guffaw. I might have to check and see if Sears or Dillards has any end-of-season sales on parkas next.
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Update on the Daily Kos/Redstate.org alignment here:Comments
There is a bill in the House and Senate that has now picked up bipartisan support, to protect freedom of speech on the Internet. Go click, look, then call your Senator and Representative and ask them to support it.
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Thursday, April 21, 2005Comments
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Finally some sanity passes Congress. The risk to that "pristine" wasteland was always, and will remain miniscule. Against that miniscule risk, the energy needs of the country have finally been fairly weighed.Comments
Energy Bill Is Passed By House (washingtonpost.com)
Remember, studies have shown that arctic oil pipelines actually benefit caribou populations, providing shelter from the harsh conditions and promoting a commensurate increase in herd health and size.
Remember also that it is the featureless flat tundra plains of ANWR that will be tapped for oil, not the picturesque mountainous regions that are always used as illustrations in the news stories about this controversy.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
"And I didn't bring my camera!"Comments
Aaugh! I repeated that phrase a few times this weekend!
Daisycat and I went to Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument (map) this weekend for some hiking and camping. On the way there I realized that my camera had been left behind. So unfortunately I only have words to share. The photos I have linked to below are not my own. They are shamelessly deep-linked from here, here, here, here, or here. (So click and browse--help assuage my guilt. Frankly they don't do justice to what my eyes saw though, as most of them were taken in drier conditions.)
After paying for our campsite Saturday morning, we headed out toward the Ajo Mountains, and the Bull Pasture/Estes Trail. While hiking up to the first saddle, the thought occurred to me that the Ajo Mountains seem to me to be the archetype of the Sonoran Desert of my imagination. This area has the perfect confluence of all the elements that makes the Sonoran Desert unique. The saguaros are lush and heavy on the bajadas, at least as much so as in the Tucson Mountains. The ocotillos were in full bloom, covering the slopes with spouts of red flame. Many of them traced a crazy zig-zag shape against the sky as we hiked up the slope. They usually grow straight and tall from the base, earning them the nickname "coachwhip". But many of them here branched extensively, creating a random latticework effect. And of course the namesake organ pipe cacti, which grow just about nowhere else in the US, grow healthy huge stands here.
As we crested the saddle above the Estes Canyon, I was greeted by an awesome sight. Below us lay a lush green, heavily vegetated valley floor. On all sides around us were steep slopes and cliffs surrounding the valley. And somewhere off to our right, the trail continued up to the hidden Bull Pasture, some 600 feet above the canyon bottom. Daisycat noted that there was something special and mystical about the place. I knew if she felt it, it was indeed strong. The spirit, the essence of the Sonoran Desert resides in these mountains.
We continued up the trail, and soon discovered why the trail was listed as "strenuous". It switched back heavily up a very steep slope, and there were numerous rock steps to scramble over on the way. We were following a heavily eroded fin of a sandstone-like rock to our right, and I promised Daisycat that on the way down later in the day, our trail would be in the shade of that rock for most of the way down. Past another saddle, the trail continued the final ascent to Bull Pasture. This is a half-bowl shaped meadow perched high above the cliff tops surrounding Estes Canyon. It got its name because it was used as summer pasture for cattle at some time in the past. I had a hard time seeing that, as it was not particularly lush, and there did not appear to be any permanent water for cattle. Still, a few hundred feet of elevation made for a slightly cooler environment to weather the hot summer months. Daisycat disbelieved that there would be any way to get the cattle up that trail. I noted that cattle do have four-"wheel" drive after all.
Daisycat rested in the shade of a shallow cave while I poked around Bull Pasture for a bit. There were still a few wildflowers blooming up there--mostly lupine. I joined her in her shady spot, and we gazed out over the miles of desert floor and distant mountains.
On the way down, we took a turn at the wye and headed straight down into Estes Canyon. That promised an easy stroll down the relatively flat canyon floor to our trailhead. Once off the steep slope, it was easy walking through some of the densest Sonoran Desert vegetation I have ever seen. I somewhat regretted not being there three weeks earlier, as the evidence of an impressive wildflower display was everywhere in the dried flower stalks and seedheads. But the day had turned rather hot, and water alone wasn't quite doing the job anymore. So we were intent on getting back to the camper as fast as we reasonably could. I downed two 20 oz Gatorades almost at once, when we got there.
The next day, we opted for an easier stroll toward Senita Basin from the Red Tanks Tinaja trailhead. We didn't get all the way to Senita Basin, as Daisycat was moaning and carrying on about the heat (she forgot the #3 rule of desert hiking--wear white!). But we paced ourselves and enjoyed the hike nonetheless.
Senita cactus are something to see! They are like organ pipe cactus in their growth habit, but they are covered in shaggy white or grey hair. That has earned them the nickname "old-man cactus". Another time, we'll have to return that way again.
I should note also that Doozey did well for us. No mechanical problems, and the extra room felt quite luxurious. There's still a laundry list of things for me to work on getting fixed, but in all essential respects, she's going to be a great vehicle for these kind of trips.
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It would appear that David Berkman of the Pima County Attorney's office is getting pissy in response to Ann Coulter's article chiding them for dismissing charges against her pie-wielding assailants. Either that or Arizona Daily Star reporter Kim Smith is making crap up as she goes. In either case there's something fishy going on in Tucson, and in the Pima County Attorney's Office in particular. And not just because of the peculiar treatment of the case against Coulter's assailants either.Comments
Ann comments on some of it here in her current column.
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
The title of the article, originally appearing in the NYT, is misleading, as Ayahuasca is not currently a "banned drug". The synthetic version of one of the constituents of the tea--DMT--is currently on Schedule I, which is not the same thing as saying a plant that contains it is necessarily "banned". The plants themselves are *not* scheduled. If they were, then common swamp grass (Phalaris arundinacea) would also need to be banned, as it contains significant quantities of DMT.Comments
Supreme Court to Hear Case of Dispute Over Religious Group's Use of Banned Drug:
"In its Supreme Court appeal, the administration is also arguing that the injunction is forcing the government to violate a 1971 international treaty, the United Nations Convention on Psychotropic Substances, which obliges the 160 nations that have signed it to combat international traffic in illicit drugs. The question of whether the convention applies to hoasca is disputed, because Brazil, an original signatory to the treaty, has exempted the tea, and a recent appellate court ruling in France exempted its religious use.
We appear to be at something of a crossroads here. The law could break clearly in favor of one side or the other with these two cases. I find it significant that the RFRA was used to argue this case in lower courts. That's an interesting twist on the original purpose of that law!
I also find it interesting to note France and Brazil's exemption of hoasca. I wonder if the Court will be looking to international law, as they so often like to do lately. It would appear to be useful in this case. My preference though, would have been for the SC to refuse to hear the case, letting the lower court ruling stand.
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National guard attempts to confiscate banned weapons from right-wing tax protest group.:Comments
"BOSTON - April 20
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
I was reminded yesterday that I have more (many more) to post from my desert wildflower hunt a few weeks ago. Yes, I'm falling behind, because this weekend we're heading out again. The desert wildflower bloom is largely over now. However the cacti are just now beginning to bloom.Comments
The day started rainy, which made for some interesting soft light photos.
This is where I started the series a while back:
They are not really daisies, but I'm too lazy to look them up.
owl clover closeup
As the sun began to emerge, the poppies rapidly opened their petals to catch and reflect the rays.
sea of gold
poppies opening in the sun
waves of color
fields of gold
As much as the poppies love the sun, these blue flowers (name unknown) flourish in the shade of the mesquite trees. The net effect is to magnify and make more vivid the sun/shade contrast.
blue flowers beneath the trees
owl clover and poppies
Poppies, lupine and cholla ribs
There's still more to come. After leaving the Kitt Peak area, we ventured toward Saguaro National Park for a hike up King's Canyon. But that's a post for another day.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
There's no better way to start the day than with a good hearty sneeze!Comments
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I don't agree with many of this author's positions, but I find it very interesting and instructive that a "right-to-die" advocate finds the Schiavo tragedy to be nearly as disturbing as I do. I think it is important for those who blindly advocated Terri Schiavo's death to realize that there are some uncomfortable distinctions in this case. Do we *really* want to go there?Comments
ESR | April 11, 2005 | Dead wrong:
I support in no uncertain terms the so-called 'right to die.' I think pulling the plug on brain dead patients should be standard, not optional, medical treatment. I think that doctor-assisted suicide for terminal and suffering patients is not only okay, but is the most compassionate thing to do if that's what the patient decides he wants. In fact, I've never understood why suicide of any kind is illegal. What are the authorities going to do, put the corpse in a jail cell? Under most circumstances (mental illness aside), I consider suicide to be a cowardly and extraordinarily selfish act. But if we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, then surely we ought to have the right to decide on our own death!
The problem with poor Terri Schiavo is that she wasn't brain dead, so 'pulling the plug' (respirator, etc.) wasn't an option. She also wasn't terminally ill, and so doctor-assisted suicide was out of the question (forget for a moment she couldn't choose that option for herself). The only way that Terri was going to die...(More)"
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Schiavo's 'Dr. Humane Death' Got 1980 Diagnosis Wrong -- 04/12/2005: A 1996 study published in the British Medical Journal found that 43 percent of patients in the United Kingdom thought to be in a PVS had been misdiagnosed. Of the 40 patients whose cases were reviewed, 17 were later found to be 'alert, aware and often able to express a simple wish.'Comments
A 1993 study of 49 patients found that 18 of them, or 37 percent, 'were diagnosed inaccurately.
'Errors in diagnosis may result from confusion in terminology, lack of\super \nosupersub extended observation of patients, and lack of skill or training in the assessment of neurologically devastated patients,' according to the study, published in 'Neurology,' the journal of the American Academy of Neurology.
Stevens said this is all the evidence that should be needed to call for a higher standard when it comes to diagnosing a patient as being in a persistent or permanent vegetative state.
'Unfortunately, right now, it's a circular diagnosis,' Stevens explained. 'Doctors who are advocates for it are willing to state absolutely that a patient is in PVS and then, when the patient comes out of PVS, then they use circular reasoning and say, 'Well, then they weren't in it at all.''
Forty-three percent inaccurate diagnosis!! Anyone really want to tell me with confidence that Dr. Cranston most certainly got Terri Schiavo's diagnosis correct?
Read the rest.
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Yahoo! News - ANDREA DWORKIN AND MEComments
I have to confess, I was not saddened by the news. When you think of that radical feminist diatribe "All sex is rape", you can thank Andrea Dworkin and her band of harpies.
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Monday, April 11, 2005
Rob at Gut Rumbles is blogging about his childhood outhouse adventures here. I added one of my own in his comments, but I think this is too good to leave buried there, so here it is:Comments
When my grandfather came to this country, he singlehandedly built a house out of scrap lumber salvaged from a barn. He couldn't afford all the niceties of indoor plumbing right away, so he built a chicken coop with a room added on to the side to hold a single hole outhouse.
Of course being part of a permanent structure, it didn't lend itself to the usual arrangement of digging a hole and moving the building every few years. Undeterred, he built his seat with a drawer and a metal pan in the bottom. After doing one's business, one pulled out the drawer and carried it to the disposal hole to dump the contents.
Many years later when I was born, and long after the indoor plumbing was installed and functional, I thought it was a neat idea to poop in a bin. Being an intrepid lad of about four or five, I did so on one occasion.
Unfortunately no one had instructed me as to the finer details required in the arrangement, namely the necessity of transporting my little gems to the appropriate depository. And since the outhouse was no longer in regular service, it was many days before my treasure was discovered, masked as it was by the odor of the chickens next door.
When it was discovered, I was banished forthwith from the outhouse, and grandfather installed a latch on the door, high above my reach.
Quite unwittingly, I got some sort of revenge for this. Having been instructed that the door must remain locked, and I was NOT to enter therein again, I took the lesson to heart.
Old habits die hard, and grandpa still occasionally used his outhouse contraption. I came through the yard one day and noticed, much to my chagrin, that the lock was open! Fearing that I would be accused of the trespass, I fetched a stick, pushed the latch closed, and went on my merry way.
It was several hours later when grandma came home and discovered grandpa locked in his own outhouse.
Somehow I never heard much about it afterwards. I think too many members of the family were in stitches over the escapade for me to get in too much trouble for it.
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Friday, April 08, 2005
Blue-Eyed Infidel: Some thoughts about gasComments
I certainly lost interest in this blog post, or for that matter, in eating or sleeping for the next three days, when I glanced up a few seconds ago and saw Michael Jackson's cadaverous countenance on CNN. They need to just stop that. The guy looks like he hacked his own face off with a rusty butcherknife and then had little retarded children build it back with Play-Doh and vanilla pudding. I don't need to see that shit.
Or the Amazing Plastic Man.
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What will the autopsy show? We ought to be hearing something soon.Comments
I didn't find this site previously, but this is an examination of Terri Schiavo's CT, by someone who is qualified to do so: CodeBlueBlog: CSI MEDBLOGS: CodeBlueBlog analyzes Terri Schiavo's CT of the brain
Bottom line conclusion: 1) Her brain was not that badly deteriorated, 2) The presence of the shunt is indicative of a trauma (abuse?) related brain injury, and 3) (in his own words): "I HAVE SEEN MANY WALKING, TALKING, FAIRLY COHERENT PEOPLE WITH WORSE CEREBRAL/CORTICAL ATROPHY. THEREFORE, THIS IS IN NO WAY PRIMA FACIE EVIDENCE THAT TERRI SCHIAVO'S MENTAL ABILITIES OR/OR CAPABILITIES ARE COMPLETELY ERADICATED. I CANNOT BELIEVE SUCH TESTIMONY HAS BEEN GIVEN ON THE BASIS OF THIS SCAN."
Make of it what you will.
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
Anything that is "everyone's" responsibility is no one's responsibility, and no amount of shrewery is going to make it otherwise.Comments
If it needs doing, do it yourself or delegate it.
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...Blogsheit is working again.Comments
I am getting REALLY impatient with this POS blogging system...
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
...what about those polls last week and the week before--loudly trumpeted by the MSM--suggesting a majority agreed with the decision to pull Terri Schiavo's feeding tube?
Not so fast! Looks like another MSM snow job.
I knew this. Now polling data confirms it:
Zogby Poll: Americans Not in Favor of Starving Terri Schiavo
So much for the expected "backlash" against the President. If anything, this incident has fired up the conservative base as well as drawing significant support from across the political spectrum.
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They say "Laughter is the Best Medicine". What they mean is, "endorphins make a helluva recreational drug". And when I need my fix, there's no place as sure as the blogosphere to find a dealer.Comments
Velociman comes through in spades:
Velociworld: The Wet Fart
And not just him, but the comments too!
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Monday, April 04, 2005
Batch 1 of SeveralComments
Ok, I'm clearly falling behind what I promised, so here goes the first of several batches of photos I took a couple of weeks ago on a Saturday daytrip out into the desert.
As I've mentioned, the desert received almost ideal precipitation this year to foster an impressive floral display. These photos offer a little glimpse into what a gorgeous burst of beauty the desert can create with the help of a little water.
This batch was taken along the Ajo Highway, just below Kitt Peak. For those familiar with the Tucson area, this is about a mile west of the Kitt Peak access road. It is THE place to go for spring wildflowers anytime we've had a wet winter, if you don't want to drive too far to find them.
"Doozey" (new Desertcatmobile) in a field of poppies
This was Doozey's "maiden voyage" under my command. After an initial glitch with the windshield wiper falling off, she performed pretty well. The last two weekends I've been busy fixing Miss Doozey for future adventures.
poppies & cholla
desert garden 1
desert garden 2
copyright (c) 2005, desertcat.blogspot.com
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Whether troo story or not, I'm LMAO!Comments
"Six Inch Wood--Actual conversation at my house last weekend
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Sunday, April 03, 2005
Speaking of circuses:Comments
ABC News: 'Minutemen' Volunteer to Watch U.S. Border:
"At about the same time, there was a flurry excitement just down the road. 'See! There's somebody standing right up there!' said Simcox, who pointed at a lone figure standing on a hilltop on the Mexican side of the border. A closer look revealed the individual was carrying a camera. Simcox quickly picked up his two-way radio. 'Those are reporters,' he told his base station.
You can count on the presence of the press to turn anything into a circus...
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Friday, April 01, 2005
WorldNetDaily: Schiavo solves Social SecurityComments
I often disagree with Vox Day, sometimes vehemently. But he hit the nail on the head--dead on--this time.
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It's funny how conservatives pretend to be such staunch federalists, but then they turn right around and demand the government intrude on what should be a private family matter. They file restraining orders to keep cherished loved ones from nudging them along with their Death Process. They summon delivery boys with arms full of groceries to artificially prolong their lives. They turn the sprinklers on when you stand on their front lawn screaming into a megaphone, "JUST LET GO, GRAMMA! STOP CLINGING TO YOUR LIFELESS HUSK! IT'S TIME TO LEAVE YOUR COCCOON AND TRANSFORM INTO A BEAUTIFUL COSMIC BUTTERFLY!!"
The toughest thing about doing a parody of lefty sites is to out-nutcase the REAL nutcases on the left. This site is pretty convincing, but it is parody.
Jesse Jackson to Rescue Schiavo from Life-Threatening Publicity
dead mousie to Pseudonym@KISP
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