Five Before Chaos

As these interminable debate/clown-shows keep going on and on, all to see who’s going to lose to Obama in November, I can’t help but notice how they’re really custom-tailored to a reality show audience, as the whole point seems to be the “winner” that particular evening is defined as whoever came across as the biggest dick that can score asshole points with the mouthbreathing Republican base.

That’s the GOP fer ya’.

I know, the whole “Shit People Say” meme is going way overboard, and posting Youtube vids constantly is the last refuge of the lazy blogger, but this was funny. Especially if you know me.

Texas, you can keep him.

Great stuff here:

Yep, seven! Well, sort of.

(Note: As Jack in the comments has reminded , it is six years, as the math part of my brain malfunctioned severely when I wrote this, earlier. Yeah, I know. 57 states. Heh.)

As usual, the blog birthday came and went, and I forgot all about it. You all know the story, how on Dec. 19, 2005, half-drunk on a magical creation called “rumtopf,” I figured,”What the hell?” and here we are, seven six years later.

It’s getting harder to keep it going, I have to admit. Life catches up to you. You suddenly don’t get the urge to comment on the latest right-wing idiocy, because it’s more or less constant, nowadays. The mental and time demands of my new career get in the way. You wonder if you begin to tire of your own schtick (answer: you do). Laziness. And so on. This year, I seriously considered hanging it up, but then every now and then, I get the spark and it goes on. I’m sure every other Z-list blogger out there goes through the same thing, no matter what it’s about.  Hell, we even have a cast of characters that pop in now and then, so I can’t abandon them now… Crazy poet Petey Sweetey, deranged teabagger W.R. Chandler, unrepentant Undamned Yankee… okay, so we have three characters, no, wait, there’s Mister Guy, four characters. Did I forget anyone? Sigh.

I don’t have a clue what happened in 2011. I know the VT Secession movement more or less shit the bed for good. Nobody gives a shit about Sarah Palin anymore, and whether the teabaggers have stroked out en masse or nobody gives a shit about them anymore, I don’t know (or, most likely, the GOP establishment has figured out the useful idiots have now outlived their usefulness and are more a liability than anything). Occupy is out there and has succeeded in changing the dialog. And so on.

I’m sure I wrote a few clever things here and there, but I’m too tired and beered (yes, that’s a word… or at least it is now) to go look ‘em up.

And onto 2012. Big Montana trip coming, as well as career progress, and Mitt Romney will be the nominee, so it’s all lookin’ good so far. See you next year, too. I promise.

Yes, Rick Perry, who, like the rest of us, is apparently convinced how little of a brain stem most Iowa Republicans have, had this to say about beating Obama:

“It is a powerful moment in Americans’ history, and you are on the front lines,” he added. “This is Concord. This is Omaha Beach. This is going up the hill realizing that the battle is worth winning.”

Now, putting aside the bewildering notion that Perry might actually know that Omaha Beach isn’t in Omaha, Nebraska, this is still leaving me more slackjawed than a Kansas teabagger.

Hunter at Big Evil Orange summed up the whole problem with the fucktardery that seems to be a prerequisite of being a Republican nowadays:

I don’t know what new drug these candidates are huffing in order to come up with their fever dreams about how weak stimulus packages and instituting piecemeal reforms to try to stop certain abuses by health insurance providers is Just Like Hitler, but whatever it is we should ban it pronto. The mental damage it causes seems to be severe.

Seriously. When does this end? Grandpappy used to tell stories of Republicans, although still misguided, who were actually capable of cohesive thought processes. Alas, they have apparently gone the way of the carrier pigeon.

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It is indeed good to know that crazy, ridiculous movie ideas are still woven intricately into the Italian fabric.

Bonus! It has Stephen Baldwin in it, you know, the born-again teabagger whose only noteworthy work was in The Usual Suspects.

In the WaPo:

There are only two possible reasons for House Republicans to behave the way they did. Maybe they are so blinded by ideology that they no longer care about the impact their actions might have on struggling American families. Or maybe their only guiding principle is that anything Obama supports, they oppose.

Well, he almost nails it. It’s not a “maybe” about Republicans being “so blinded by ideology that they no longer care about the impact their actions might have on struggling American families.” It’s a “definitely,” due in no small part to their teatard base.

Second, when the hell have Republicans ever given a flying fuck about struggling families? “Struggling” to most GOP’ers means having to sell their fifth house or something.

Boehner: “If you can get this fixed, why not uh, why not do the right thing for the American people – even though it’s not exactly what we want?”