That is the kind of country music that they won’t play on the radio. Or on the GOP boat cruise.

That is my kind of country music- outlaw style.

Put up or shut up, dammit! It’ll be for our collective well-being. On another note, the li’l Creaturette was fascinated by the Neil Young video. Only two-and-a-half, already a music snob!

He hasn’t really been in the NFL long enough to be a car dealer- the tent-show preacher schtick is an ideal hustle. He could open for ‘The Power Team’.

This must be the folks heading out of St. Ives.

“Today I would like to announce my betrothal to the young, talented and lovely young Adam Save-a-durr. After a swift and expensive divorce from my opposite-married female life partner, Adam and I will marry at Our Lady of Statute of Limitations Catlick Choich, Monsignor Kootchie Chapel, here in the District of Columbia. I would also like to take this opportunity to remark on my budget proposal- *psyche!*- I wuzjust fuckin’ witcha!”

I gave up on that shit years ago. When someone asks what I’ll be doing for xmas, I just tell ‘em, “I’m sleeping all day, ’cause I know the shop is closed!” I stashed the menorah in the storage space in my toolshed, though- it might come in handy fabricating a bracket or something. I don’t believe any of that nonsense. Fuck yeah, it’s “Happy Holidays!”

$arah P will run this hustle until the last chump goes broke or dies. I’d still like to see a good ol’ scandal hit the Palin Klan. It’ll be the gift worth giving!

It always puts me in a mirthful mood to view the Dimmer Twins on my hand-held information machine. That we can celebrate the year-long respite from BlightFart impositions on our consciences is just that much better. So long as the sumbitch stays dead, we can plan on an even bigger celebration on ensuing anniversaries.

Oh, yeah- Virgin Ben- nice shot, man!

There is wingnut train of thought that using the lawd’s bounty to comfort us AKA wasting stuff (water, oil, coal, etc.) is going to hasten the end times and jeebus’s triumphant return to claim is faithful supplicants.

Fucking mythology, how does it work?

Although I am fascinated by weirdness, this ‘video’ goes beyond the pale. Her spastic attempt at humor, parody and dancing seem to be a vignette of the wingnut outlook on life- paranoid, unrealistic, distorted and myopic.

Re: vehicle efficiency- my old diesel Benz gets 30 mpg, and the Creaturette’s Honda does about 38 mpg (she likes little cars, I don’t). My old Chevy trucks, though, get 10 & 15 mpg. The Benz is called ‘Otto’s Revenge’, the big-block Chevy, ‘Sultan’s Delight’- the other vehicles are anonymous, so far. A balanced approach to reality is very calming and, well, realistic.

Unlike the wingnuts’ vision of the world.

I want to see the tags on the sides of the bus, after it rolls through a few barrios.

I had great fun going to one of my Borricua (that’s Puerto Rican, in Puerto Rican-ese) girlfriends’ family picnic, and listening to her oldest sister go on and on about me (el blanquito, etc.), in Spanish. When we were leaving, I went over and told her how happy I was to have met her. In Spanish.

Looks like Jimbo fills the slot of ‘presenting opposing views to maintain a balance’. He alone can balance out all the dissenting minds, ’cause he lays down the heavy…uh, shit!

I think we all understand it’s ‘Get Elected; Get Re-elected’, all else is grist for humor or despair- your choice. Except some folks don’t want to grasp that simple concept. Or can’t.

I told all my FaceBleech ‘pals’ that I would not de-friend any of the wackaloon, wingnutty posters o’ poison, as I am fascinated by weirdness and they constantly continue to fascinate me.

However, I find it very, very, very, very difficult to go and view the Fonts of Fun Fone-y Facts
to get a shot of the pure, uncut assholishness. My eternal thanks to you for your valor, bravery and stoicism, Mr. TBogg.

Carry on, my wayward son…

I spent yesterday celebrating my 34th year of recovery from my hellish, depraved and sometimes fun drug addiction (and yes, alcohol is a drug!). So I was busy, no, not drinking booze and shooting smack, dammit. So I missed this near-miss of blogmatic catastrophe. But, as has been noted earlier, a little bit is better than none. I don’t think an intermittent TBogg is like a cotton-shot, though. It’s more like a ‘really special episode of…the most brutal snark on the fucking planet!’ Or a surreptitious dose of good LSD. Or waking up in the County oblivious as to why you’re there (until arraignment). Yeah, that’s what it’ll be.

Also, the shot of LT&C in winter wonderland is very nice. I like the winters here in Colorado- it shows up infrequently, but looks damned nice while it’s here for those few days.

I see Pope Nazi the First is giving his two-weeks-notice that he’s had enough of this graft, and is ready to retire to a life of good wine and hot boys.

Maybe K-Lo could be the first (allegedly) female pope. Hey, it could totally happen! Fer realz!

Me and the Li’l Creaturette are sitting around, watching ‘WALL-E’ and awaiting the next change in weather, here on the lovely Front Range of the majestic Rocky Mountains. Global warming, fuck yeah! So much less snow this year that I will only have to hold hot dogs and marshmallows out the window to have a good ol’ fashioned cook-out this summer. The expected wildfires will see to that!

I made it a rule to never patronize businesses that make their xtian connection an out-front justification for how wonderful they (and their wares) are. It has saved me a lot of headache (and it looks like stomache, too) for quite some time.

If these clowns had so much faith in gawd, then they would ‘know’ that their all-powerful sky fairy would pluck them up from the wrath their evil oppressors.

Erick, most recent in a long line of Ericks, is finally in a position to let his shithead flag fly, high and wide! CNN can go back to being just another half-assed TeeVee ‘news show’, and the numbkins will have a new cheerleader for their Two-Minute Hate that lasts All Day!!!

I think the only thing he learned, after being a big brown triut in the Red State Trike Force was how to get more $$$ with less hassle- now, Faux will make him a bigger brown trout in their cesspool, unfettered by ‘the art of conversation’ that hindered him from his true potential at Crummy News Network.

Fuck him, fuck them all.

I might (just might) get cable/satellite/smoke signal TeeVee to watch a pair of failed Vice Prez candidates cope with real-world situations. There’s gotta be a lot of angst there, missing out on what is arguably the best fucking job evar (in politics).

Just the arguments over who got the longest line of powder would be priceless! The ensuing fist-fight would be icing on the cake!

I have gotten the ‘Obama’s takin’ away mah rights!!!’ pitch from my wingnut pals. I simply ask them to tell me exactly which rights they no longer have, since Obama ‘came to power’. The stunned, retard-like look is priceless.

How about, next year, ‘Gun Depreciation Day’.

The gunpowder addict friend of mine rails about the ‘guvmint gonna take my gunz!!!’- and then puts U-Tube vids of him and his drum-magazined, wrath of gawd shotgun in action. Real subtle. He also believes that Alex Jones is a bonafide, credible intellect regarding all things ‘controversial’. I’ve also got a friend who thoroughly believes in ‘a gun in every hand, a bullet in every (choose your favorite denigrating epithet)!’ That’s what passes for lucid, mainstream logic, out here in the hinterlands. They are the NRA!

And the recent ranters are so…entertaining. Keep up the good work, chums!