“When you subsidize people, you create the dependency. You–you rob them of dignity.”

And of course this means that ol’ Ricko’s heirs will be cut out of his will when he goes to his great reward. Wouldn’t want to take away their dignity, you know.

If they weren’t so gullible, stupid and hateful, I’d feel sorry for them. It must really suck to be them.

You’d think that after a while the fun of being bat shit crazy would start to wear a little thin. But no, evidently not.

Evidently ole Sean has never heard of preventative medicine. Pregnancy IS a medical condition, seeing’s without good medical care, for every 100,000 births, on average 1,500 women would die in the process.

I wonder what the inside of Hannity’s head looks like.

“You are a traitor to your country.”

legal council? FBI? Forensics team? For that?

Oopsie, l’il Joey is off his meds again.

Bravo, JennO. And thanks for the email address.

What did you expect from a State named Virgin-ia?

(Although I personally believe Vaginia, State, would better suit.)

Wel, well, well, look at all those men there–nary a woman anywhere in the pack–deciding what’s best for the little ladies.

Those bozos ought to be put on the Terrorist Watch List.

Damn straight, Mass. How come we don’t hear anything from the women in leadership positions in the Catholic Chur– oh…

“The overwhelming majority of those abused were postpubescent males–they are not children.”

Okay, so if the majority were adolescent males, then I guess that makes said “priestly” conduct…erm… What? The kid’s own fault? Not all that bad? Just a priest and underage boy thing, you know how it is?

Notice how Big Windy conveniently glided over the fact that some were NOT postpubescent males. In fact, not all the child victims were even male–not that girls count for much, seeing’s they grow into women and who cares about them?

Were I one of those men in high hats, I’d get out my shepard’s crook and yank Donohue off the public stage before he torches the whole theater.

It would have been accurate if, instead of Handel’s anti-choice victory lap, she had tweeted: Chaos, devestation, destruction, my work here is done.

Amazing how that one rotten apple in the barrel thing works, isn’t it?

So, since donations were up 100% (because 50% of the folks so approved of defunding Planned Parenthood), Brinker decided to re-fund Planned Parenthood and piss off that 50%, along with the 50% Komen had already alienated.

Only someone with the laser sharp intellect of Ross the Hunk could have wrestled that one to the ground and beat some sense into it.

The key to running any profitable, long-lasting health research scam is to pick a disease or condition that stands little chance of being cured. Reason being–as the once popular and highly profitable Polio Foundation discovered just before it imploded–once a cure is found, the money-making machine comes to a screeching halt.

The good news is that a whole lot of folks who were sucked into that pink-ribboned money machine won’t be going back for another fleecing.

And I’d bet good money there’s going to be even better news down the pike, when all those corporate sponsors figure out that it is NOT a most excellent marketing idea to have those cute little pink logos on their products.

That editorial review reads like something Giles’ mum would write–if she liked him, and didn’t have anything better to do such as filing her nails and playing solitaire on the computer. Failing that, he prolly had to write it himself.

Something really wonky is going on with my computer. Ignore 2nd comment.

I apologize for the mass mush of my previous comment. I keep getting “system error” when trying to space the stuff in readable
paragraphs.

But now that I think about it, that’s same problem with much of our
information. It all comes out as a mass of mush, so garbled together
it would take a cryptographer to decipher it.

Clearly the Galtian Overlords slept through Systems Analysis 101–either that or they figure to steal all the cookies and make a run for the border.

In simplest terms: The more people who have jobs, the more money more people have. The more money more people have, the more money they spend. The more money they spend, the more products they buy. The more products they buy, the greater the demand for products. The more demand for products, the more people are hired. The more people who have jobs . . .

The same works in reverse, of course. Except it never ends well for anybody. Not even the Galtian Overlords. Which is why I’m considering investing in pitchforks, torches and timbrels.

“The systematic deregulation of labor markets offers the best, last hope of tackling unemployment.”

Epstein makes a lot of sense–unless you think about it. Or unless you ask yourself, Are workhouses and a return to the time of Charles Dickens even remotely close to a good idea?

No doubt it would help the unemployment problem, though. There’s bound to be a huge demand for torches, pitchforks and tumbrels.

I have every confidence that if Boyle works hard enough at it, eventually he will acquire the reasoning ability and communication skills of a kitchen table.

Then again, I’ve been wrong before.