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.