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Putin wins a Fickle Finger of Doom!

I am here and I am queer.

QUEER
Originaly meant strange or odd. Now stands for anyone who is sexualy different but may or may not mean gay. Queer covers any type of gender or sexual attitudes that are outside of the mainstream of one man one woman monogamy. You can be Queer and still have a heterosexual orientation if you have unusual sexual or gender identites, philosophies or habits.

Queer covers all that includes: 
Lesbian/Bi-sexual/GayTransgender/BDSM/ 
Chubby-chaser/Poly-amory ect...ect... - by Ki

 

Yo, Putin

Can we start calling Putin "Sochi Minh?" - Nick Vanocur

Political Signs - December 2013

Tis the season to be political. Happy Holidays!

Christmas should be about politics and not presents, according to a new study into the meaning of Christmas.

The author of a new report, The Politics of Christmas, Dr Stephen Holmes said “Our modern view of Christmas is largely a Victorian invention, thanks to the imagery within Charles Dickens’ tale A Christmas Carol, and bears little resemblance to the story as told in the gospels. The Christmas story is intensely political, with St Matthew and St Luke focusing their sights on firm questions of economic exploitation, imperial oppression, social stigma, and petty tyranny..”

Click Me!

If you think this is rude, just google "naked Santa images" or "naked Sarah Palin" and you will see I have been relatively polite and restrained. 

Suits making a list, they checking it twice, NOW they know who is naughty or nice. Black Helicopters coming to town. - UPDATE

I wrote about lack of sexual privacy and cheerful voyeurism in America before. The situation has degenerated. The Gummint is listening and watching and reading and recording everything you do. And storing it all for future viewing pleasure.

Just let that sink in fully. They know about my Black Leather Dildo and the Large Mammaries. What do they know about YOU? 

Not to worry. Them Suits and Nerds knowing about my Dildo keeps us all FREE. The Patriot Act makes us free! It keeps us safe. Right? 

I have lingering doubts. My question is: 
Why should the Government get to peek for free? I think we need Revolution a la Groucho. Even Hippies understood the rules. "Gas, grass or ass. Nobody rides for free." Reciprocity makes the world go round. 

I have a plan. We must include the Government in our conversations. Include the Government in our public and private intercourse. Give our Government a place in our family. And think real American values: Every man a profit center. 

Write manifestos. Create scenarios. Get a webcam. Shit, get a video camera and a spotlight. Picture this: 

Scene 1: Somewhere on a rooftop in New York City with spotlight and speakers. 

"I am going to do you tonight, Baby. So hard and so loud. And I am going to leave the cell phone ON.

Oh Suits, it turns us on you listening. Do you feel me. Can you hear the Santorum dripping down my leg? Can you see the slap, slap, tickle? Does it feel good for you too?

Tiffany scream! Scream loud. Rock me, Baby.  They flying over us now!

Screams: I want to go to Miami! 

Send the Satellite by, we are on the roof with champagne, a bullwhip and Vivaldi."

Once they come tuning in or flying by, we send them a bill for the experience. Or we shoot them with paint balls and silly string and film them when they send Swat back at us. Bet we could sell that video to Al Jazeera. Be one big diverse madcap Universe of Hubris, KY, Videotape and Bullets. Oh fuck me now!

UPDATE: Curiouser and curiouser. 

NSA About Attorney-Client Privilege Concerns: We'll Probably Grab Your Communications But We'll Try Not To 'Listen In'
A couple of weeks back we covered the American Bar Association asking for assurance from the NSA that attorney-client communications, even those involving foreign clients, would remain out of the agency's reach. This was prompted by a leak that showed the NSA had given an Australian intelligence agency the go-ahead to intercept communications between a US law firm and its Indonesian clients.

UPDATE: 

 "WASHINGTON, Aug 5 (Reuters) - A secretive U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration unit is funneling information from intelligence intercepts, wiretaps, informants and a massive database of telephone records to authorities across the nation to help them launch criminal investigations of Americans".

A defense attorney is suing the National Security Agency for phone records in a criminal case, US vs. Terrance Brown. It had to happen.  Fricking Karma. Thank you, Snowden. All by yourself you neutered the Spyboys and the Suits.

Do I think this will make the Spyboys stop haunting us? Hell no. Humans perseverate. 

Now the Suits and NSA may have to produce all these facts for the defense in criminal cases? If so, thank you doG. It is the 21st century jobs program -  finally here - and the lawyers did it. 

The battle over this is going to be a hoot. Think of the clerks involved alone. Did I say clerks? Think Scribes. Back to the past. Hand written letters and Secret Couriers are back. 

Eric Cantor Mon Amour - Debt Ceiling Edition

Reuters Photo

Eric Cantor is in the news again announcing things. I must confess. I have fantasies about Eric Cantor. Some might call it lust. Eric gives me Fever. The nature of my fantasies is so disturbing that I give thanks I am sober. And occasionally medicated. Am I the only one?

I do not know what it is about Eric that gets me so crazy. He lies and lies with a cheerful smile on his face, it is true. Misrepresentation not-quite-illegal is the method du jour of the Effete Elite. An unctuous smile is not a new experience. Maybe it is his voice. Or his hair and his ducky walk. 

I want to push his face into the sand box and grind. I want to pinch his cheeks until he hollers. I want to tear his titties off. With my teeth. I am so going to Hell.

Call me crazy? You would be right. Diagnosed.Would I do this? Only in my dreams. I am no slimy terrorist. I do have a rich full fantasy life. Oh Eric. "Come onna my house my house a come on; Ima gonna give you candy."

Political Sign of the Month - May - Tea Party

May seems like a most political month of the year given all the Cinco de Mayo celebrations. I had a hard time deciding which sign to choose for this month because so many seemed appropriate.  

Then I saw  this article about the modern Tea Party resurgence and my  decision seemed inevitable and unavoidable. Have fun with THIS LINK. I sure did.

IRS Targeting Scandal Fuels Tea Party Resurgence

Is the tea party getting its groove back? Shouts of vindication from around the country suggest the movement's leaders certainly think so.

Note:  Definition of teabagging from The Urban Dictonary:

teabagging

1) Repeated insertion of ones testicles in another's mouth.
2) Continiously crouching on a dead body in a video game.\

1: Dude, I don't think teabagging is a good prank, man.
2: dude stop teabagging, it's bad sportsmanship
by Verdigris June 25, 2016

One of these days, Grover, you are going to get it. Pow! right in the Pisser.

Dear Sir or Madam: You want to punch Grover Norquist in the dick? I congratulate you. I regret that whitehouse.gov took your petition down.

I would pay money to punch Grover in the dick. I would pay money to watch somebody else punch Grover in the dick. 

Since the government is too stuffy to arrange this or even leave the petition up, I think we could run a raffle. One dollar a ticket. Some lucky ticket holder will get One Punch. 

Think of it. We could pay off a good part of the national debt with the proceeds. Maybe Grover would volunteer. Or we could offer him part of the pot. We cannot kidnap him, tie him up and then punch him in the dick. That would be wrong. So wrong. 

It would be incredibly patriotic for Grover to volunteer. And he does care about the national debt so. Might even be the best sex he has had lately.  He has that look.  Beat me, Daddy, eight to the bar. Apology to Mrs. Grover, if any.

I wonder if the petitioner was a little whacked when creating the petition because there is a typo. One would not want to leave a typo on a petition. Well, I would not. I used to be a typesetter. Old habits die hard. This petition is even better than the petitions I talked about here.  Who knew the White House petition site was going to be such fun.

Scrofulous Donkey Dick with Music

Dork. 

I got mad at Governor Sam Brownback. I cannot believe what I twatted to him on Twitter. I am so going to Hell.

One day, young Miss Emma Sullivan tweeted a nasty tweet to Governor Sam Brownback. Con brio.

Just made mean comments at gov brownback and told him he sucked, in person #heblowsalot

Somebody from the Governor's office called her school and reported her. How high school is that? It was so corn snorting pea picking stupid that news of the event went viral. The British press even got hold of it.

Brownback ended up apologizing to Emma Sullivan. I like to think I had a small hand in that. Some snarky blogger suggested we bombard Brownback's office with nasty tweets in a show of support for Ms. Emma. Seemed appropriate to me. Some people don't know what Peace is unless they have experienced Fuss.

I tweeted (twatted?) nasty tweets to Governor Sam Brownback in the service of Justice and the American Way. Old Women can say any goddamn thing we want to say.  It is one of the perquisites of being older than dirt.

I have to confess (brag about?) how mean to Sam Brownback I have been. I need absolution, Cher Reader. You know what the worst part is? It was fun being a Filthy Tweeter. I discovered I am not half bad at it. It is like putting a message in a bottle and tossing it in the sea. One hopes for a response.

I twatted, among other things:

Yo Sam, stop sucking off prostitutes in the capitol rest room. You embarrassing the junkies.

@govsambrownback sucks scrofulous donkey dick.

I now have 20 new Twitter Followers. Filthy Tweeters of America Unite! You have nothing to lose but Sam Brownback. Phooey. 

Twat Did You Say? - Update

Update:

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There is Tempest in the Progressive Teapot. Bill Maher called Sarah Palin a "dumb twat."

This time the orange pekoe tsunami comes from the front page of dkos. A pox on the National Organization of Women for their holier-than-thou stance.

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2011/03/27/960371/-Why-we-must-defend-Sarah-Palin

I "must" do what?

Defend Sarah Palin from the Big Bad Bill Maher?

Alaskans are erecting Poop Flags in Sarah Palin's honor. You think maybe Alaskans know something we don't know? Sarah Palin is a "dumb twat." Truth is an absolute defense to a charge of slander. And like my Father always said "I do not have to do anything but die."

There used to be a great photograph of a Sarah Palin poop flag on the blog Mudflats. It has been removed. No problem. Here is an example of a poop flag hung for another fabulous politician, just in case you have never seen a poop flag:

Comedians traditionally get a pass from PTA brand politeness. The Jester can say anything to anybody. That is the rule. If you do not like that, do not watch comedy. But "call off your tired old ethics" as Margot St. James says so succinctly. I am okay with the word Twat. The Prime Minister of Great Britain is okay with the word Twat. Twat is a unisex description. Do not watch comedy if you cannot take a joke.

Comedians have a special license to use language in any way they see fit. Lenny Bruce suffered to make that privilege a reality. And the Whiners and Pearl Clutchers are not going to make light of his sacrifice and his travail.

 Do not like evil dirty jokes? Do not listen to comedy. I am pro choice about more than my pudenda. I am a comedian. Comedy is an Art. I get to choose the brush strokes, the color, and the subject. Words are my paint. I will use any fucking word I want to use.

I am very dirty in a very polite way in my act. I can make any crowd laugh within 3 sentences. It took me awhile to learn to do that. It took Bill Maher awhile too. Doing standup is a trial by fire. I think Maher's politics are right on. I do not find Maher particularly funny. We both do comedy. I will defend to the death his right to be bad at it, in all senses of the word "bad."

You go on with your bad self, Bill Maher. Good night, Lenny, wherever you are.