God bless Australia and Tim Minchin. I know S/He does.

Favianna Rodriguez

You may know Tim Minchin's hilarious The Pope Song. Well, he has done it again.

One day the Roman Catholic Church may repent and reform and tell the truth about all the kiddyfucking. When they do, it will be in part because of the intelligent ridicule of Tim Minchin and the courage of the child sexual abuse survivors.

Comedian Tim Minchin has taken aim at Cardinal George Pell in a provocative song in which he calls Australia's highest-ranking cleric in the Catholic Church scum, a coward and a pompous buffoon.

The musical attack aired on Network Ten's The Project on Tuesday night and immediately attracted a swell of support from viewers and social media users, despite outrage from The Project co-host Steve Price. Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/tv-and-radio/come-home-tim-minchins-lament-to-cardinal-pell-packs-a-punch-and-a-few-abuses-20160216-gmvvy9.html#ixzz40cT3ENxA  Follow us: @smh on Twitter | sydneymorningherald on Facebook

If you go to the Sydney Herald and read the whole article, you will find a place to send a contribution so that the Survivors can go to Rome and spit in Cardinal Pell's face, unfortunately only figuratively speaking.

Chief KiddyFucker Cardinal George Pell can "Sue me. Sue me. What can you do me? I hate you." Does not matter if you kiddyfucked, George Pell. You covered for the kiddyfucking priests. Jesus is waiting for your chubby ass, Georgie. "And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea." - Jesus Christ.

Westerfield and Bevin plan to rape every woman in Kentucky who wants an abortion.

Molon Labe

How come nobody is planning to sue or arrest these two sexpig motherfuckers? Go ahead, Sen. Westerfield and Matt Bevin, you dumbasses, and pass SB152.

Derek Selznick, the Reproductive Freedom Project director for the American Civil Liberties Union of Kentucky, has been a vocal critic of the wave of anti-choice bills in the state’s legislature. He told the Courier-Journal that this bill “is not informed consent.” 

“This is about politicians trying to bully, shame and humiliate women who have already made their personal and often heart-wrenching decision to end their pregnancy,” Selznick said.

My friend Sydney suggests:

Then women will make copies of the ultrasounds, send them off to Westerfield and all authors of such bills, attached with the following FBI's definition of rape:

“The penetration, no matter how slight, of the vagina or anus with any body part or object, or oral penetration by a sex organ of another person, without the consent of the victim.”

Republicans have made me a one issue voter - women's reproductive autonomy. I will vote for anyone with DEM after their name. Republicans have the rape and breeder slavery of women in their party platform. 

Do not fuck with women, you might lose your tiny balls. Mrs. Bevin and Mrs. Westerfield, if you actually exist, you might want to review Lysistrata.

LYSISTRATA
There are a lot of things about us women
That sadden me, considering how men
See us as rascals.

CALONICE
As indeed we are. 

The links in the names Westerfield and Bevin will take you where you can comment on the motherfucking (literally) rapists about how much they love and care for women.

Asshats on Parade - Does Prayer Work? Answer: Yes It Does.

Kali Durge Namo Namah

UPDATE: Scalia is dead. I only had to pray 3 years and some months from the original publication date..............

I am old. I have been in favor of Gay civil rights since I was 16. I had a serious conversation with the first Gay person I ever met. Some folks have children they love dearly who are Gay. I have family and friends who are Gay. 

I pray daily for Fat Tony Scalia's heart attack. I pray in Jesus name like the Nuns taught me. I pray fervently. But the Mofo does not die. 

I can't figure out why prayer is not working. Maybe I am praying to the wrong deity? Maybe Kali is the answer? I will try most anything legal.  Up your giggy, Fat Tony. Sideways.  And no KY for you. 

I warned you in the masthead that I was a trashmouth. The picture of Kali at the right comes from this interesting website. 

New Yorker Magazine:  A few months from now, when the Supreme Court hears arguments in the two same-sex marriage cases it accepted for review last Friday, many observers will likely be in Hosie’s position—listening with some amazement to Scalia as he berates lawyers, fascinated by his animosity, wondering about the point where a cruel note removes any enjoyment one might find in intellectual theatrics. There haven’t exactly been signs that Scalia is mellowing. His dissent, this year, in an Arizona immigration-law case, was as politicized and angry as ever—and gay-rights cases do not exactly bring out his soft side. For the health-care case, we had broccoli arguments; for same-sex marriage, we will likely be coming back to bestiality.

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Sitting at Home in the Polar Vortex

When unhappy or bored, I look at pictures of animals. HippySloth spoke to my condition.

I will be back to complain and disclaim as soon as I get some coffee. We are out of coffee. Bad planning.

Bill Maher fires up on the air. Why does he always grin like a 2 year old found whizzing in the geraniums. I did good, Mom, right? Yes dear.

Signs of the Month - February 2016 - Standoff in Oregon

If I did not know this was a standoff between townspeople and militia, I would think I was at the Memorial Day Parade in Hopewell NJ in 1956 outside my Uncle Joe's tavern. This sign is funny. The horse and rider so beautifully rural and American. The flags.  

But if you scroll through the linked material, you can see the Locals are serious as a heart attack. Serious. They brought coffee and snacks.

Republican Men Are Sexpigs

Print by Favianna Rodriguez

What is wrong with Republican men?

During the last presidential election cycle, Republicans spent a lot of time telling me they plan to force birth of the 35,000 rape pregnancies that occur each year. Essentially, their position is that if I get pregnant, it was not really rape. I consented in some way.

I am a rape and sexual abuse survivor. I had PTSD almost the entire year. 

I cannot tell you how embarrassed I am before the world. I spent a whole year listening to Republicans tell me that rape is not a good enough excuse to have an abortion. I did not think there would be a new low.

• Radio Host Frequented By Gun Activists Calls For Shooting of Bush Family & Obama, Sexual Violence Against Hillary Clinton 

- See more at: http://www.rightwingwatch.org/content/radio-host-frequented-gun-activists-calls-shooting-bush-family-obama-sexual-violence-against#sthash.0KwsAsjO.dpuf

• Grand Rapids, Michigan (CNN)

Donald Trump attacked Hillary Clinton in vulgar terms Monday night, saying that her bathroom break during the last Democratic debate was just too "disgusting" to talk about and then stating she "got schlonged" by Barack Obama in the 2008 presidential race.

• Trump attacks Megyn Kelly:

“You could see there was blood coming out of her eyes. Blood coming out of her wherever,” he said.

Trump’s fury was sparked by Kelly’s opening question, asking if calling women “fat pigs, dogs, slobs, and disgusting animals” is behavior befitting a president.

• Donald Trump’s rally in New Hampshire was interrupted today by a squealing sound. 

Trump asked, “Was that a dog?” A supporter in the audience shouted, “It’s Hillary!” Trump threw his head back in laughter, “Uh oh! It’s Hillary? Ha, ha, only in New Hampshire! First it was screechy dog and then it was a very serious dog, right?” Watch below at the 30-minute mark.

Pain pain go away.

I have found an intelligent woman doctor whose office I can walk to when I am better. And although the robot machines were there, operated by smiling helpers, Doctor does actual examination of her patient. Very efficient.

She finally took care of my chief complaint = unending pain. I do not hurt while I type now. Maybe I can get some writing done. I have enough pain meds to keep me from continuing pain. Constant pain saps all energy. All I feel is very tired. I have not slept well in days. Now I will sleep.

Ms. Tucker, please write on these pages please, how you truly are. And peanut cat? Confess. I am sending good wishes to all the wounded. Thank you for sharing with me.

Happy New Year!

Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già na festa...
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!
The air is serene after a storm,
The air is so fresh that it already feels like a celebration.\
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!

Mourning, Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth. I have got to cut it out.

I am/was going to write about Ted Cruz calling for carpet bombing. Something...

But every time I type carpet bombing, tears roll down my cheeks.

It is the concussion not worked out yet. I just cry like a fool.

This is what the Lord says: “A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.” Jeremiah 31:15

It is the awful photos of Dresden. Dresden had no strategic value. We broke it because we could. It is what Kurt Vonnegut wrote about being there and here:

“The corpses, most of them in ordinary cellars, were so numerous and represented such a health hazard that they were cremated on huge funeral pyres, or by flamethrowers whose nozzles were thrust into the cellars, without being counted or identified,” Vonnegut wrote in “Fates Worse Than Death.


“America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, 'It ain’t no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.' It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its wall asking this cruel question: 'if you’re so smart, why ain’t you rich?' There will also be an American flag no larger than a child’s hand – glued to a lollipop stick and flying from the cash register.

Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say Napoleonic times. Many novelties have come from America. The most startling of these, a thing without precedent, is a mass of undignified poor. They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

I was born today in December on the 9th in 1943.

I am going to have steamed Alaskan Crab with Drawn Butter for birthday supper. I am eating an almond croissant. Nothing hurts me at the moment although I seem rather dim. God bless us every one.

To All my Friends, Foes and Fellow Music Gnomes

Hello Everybody.

I had an MRI yesterday. And what is even better, I do not need or want a pill for pain for the first time since November 13. There is nothing like severe pain to adjust your priorities - clears your sinuses right out.

I ate. I bathed myself by myself. I have the cutest Brazilian physical therapist named Leo who is also a gardener. He and I will be walking around the Hood with my new walker. Leo says I cannot go anywhere by myself.

Leo hopes I 'will not give up gardening.' I will never give up gardening. What is even funnier was hearing a snatch of a fellow client's explanation of how how he happened to be in the orthopedist's office "...well, I was in the garden..."

My Shrink beat my GP up thoroughly for conspiring - with my garden - to get me.

You Gnomes from the Music Grotto even made mention in the 'Yes, she is Sane' testament. I do not know why. I encourage her to read these pages. While the love and conflict around here is superior, some of us may make the SANE CATEGORY only with a some judicious trimming and shoving into place.

Thank you for all the cards and flowers and good wishes.

I am on SLOW. It took more than an hour to compose and correct this note to you all. That is pathetic. So I still need brain rest.

And just so you know it is really me, let me tell you I would rather fuck Leo. Hmmm, I am getting better.