Let’s see…have we unearthed enough hypocrisy and moral decay by the pious set this week? In Mobile, Alabama, a man known for his Police believe a body found in a small-time evangelist’s home freezer is his wife and a mother of eight, and arrested him on a murder charge as
turn off your cellphone when going on the radio
Veteran watchers of the Bush Administration are coming to realize that all of the official statements these days are generally variations on a one of a very few themes. They get embroidered, embellished, and enhanced, but they all come down to the same thing: Don’t blame me!
Satchmo has taken more than a few steps backwards and is having a not so good day. Off to the vet first thing tomorrow morning. I’ve moved his bed under my desk (see below) so he doesn’t have to crouch to get to it under our bed and it’s a least reassuring to me to feel him breathing deeply while curled up at my feet.
So…I thought we would go all Satchmo
Can you just picture the flop sweat on this fundie as he grasps at straws to defend his bigotry — save the childrenz! Prop. 8 is the ballot measure that would negate a California Supreme Court ruling legalizing homosexual “marriage.” And Randy Thomasson of the Campaign for Children and Families
Hollywood loved John McCain in 2000, before he decided fame was ephemeral, and fleeting, and he wouldn’t want to have a stupid crowd of 200,000 Germans chanting his name, anyway: [O]nly eight years ago, McCain was a fixture in Hollywood fundraising circles when he tried to raise money from the
Patrick Leahy wasted no time in pushing all those cowering behind bad OLC memos to send notice of Judge Bates’ ruling today.
McCain’s ad tells us not just what McCain wants us to think of Obama, but what he knows is true of himself. The man of honor I and many others admired; that John McCain, is dead. With each compromise he made, with each degrading vote, with each violation of his personal honor and beliefs, he killed himself in inches before our very eyes. And as with most such degraded men, now he tries to clutch the broken shards of his honor to him, and lashes out at others, imagining that they too must have made his Faustian bargain.