So where was I yesterday?

Well, what I thought had been a flu bug turned out to be fairly mild. (Memo to Merlin: Your head is safe...for now.)

So, over the weekend, I went to Greenville to be there while Stephanie Dawn Stewart Crager (i.e, Steffi the Doublewide Bitch Supreme) failed once again to obey the judge's order and bring my son to me, then went to get my hair cut and go visit my step-parents for a while. Back at home that evening to watch K-State utterly destroy  the World's Greatest Ever College Football Team, By Gawd!!! - aka the Oklahoma Sooners. Sweet.

I was going to blog yesterday on Pearl Harbor. but Bogsplot was misbehaving yesterday, to the point where I've now set up an alternate site on Blog City (http://spatulaville.blog-city.com) where we'll set up shop in case of catastrophe here. Besides, as far as the Pearl Harbor post goes, Misha beat me to it. So go read what he had to say about it; it's a good read.

Memo to the Phuckadelpha Beagles and the World's Most Overrated Quarterback Ever, Donna McNabb: You bastards aren't that good. You'd best win it all this year, because once Parcells has all  his horses in place next year, yesterday's game was the last one you'll win against us for a while. Bank  on that, pisspots.

Fuck you, Denni Kucinichump

The Exalted Blogfather of the Empire, John Cole, has discovered a Dennis Kucinich(ump) ad so vile and sickening as to defy description.

Basically, what it is is an attack ad on President Bush, built on the backs of our honored dead in Iraq. It accuses Bush of staging this war so his buddies in Corporate America can profit from it.

Go read John's take on it, then go look at the ad (Shockwave Flash, 865 KB in size, so you dial-up Denizens may have to wait a bit), then feel free to tell Denni "Kool-Aid" Kucinichump what a sick fuck he is.

For my part - if Kool-Aid ever makes it to the White House, you can bet there'll be a civil war. And I'll be happy to fire the first shot.

Letters, we get letters...!

Well, well, well. Someone  got his knickers in a wad 'cause I ripped on his bewuuuved Southern Piss Golden Showers...um, Southern Miss Golden Eagles. (snicker)

Boob McLaughlin...er, um, Bob  McLaughlin...er, um, maybe I got it right the first time, mheh...Class of '62, writes:


Are you really that desperate for a sense of humor?


No, Boobie, I'm not. While you  may have thought I was trying to be funny, let me disabuse you of that  damnfool notion right now.

The fact is that Southern Piss has an inferior football team, and only the fact that TCU doesn't have a Division I-caliber football coach - or, for that matter, its starting quarterback or  secondary - prevented us from whipping the Golden Showers' pathetic ass. If you'll recall, the Frogs gave your boys a 37-7 whipping in Fort Worth last year, and there's not that much different between then and now.

The other fact is that we damned near came back and kicked your ass anyway,  even when you had us down. Only a blind-side sack of a second-string quarterback late in the game, and the resulting lost fumble, kept us from demonstrating our superority over you.

And I don't find anything funny  about that.

You morons over in Hattiesburg wanna think you're all that as a football team, be my guest. You'll pardon me, though, if I think the Utah Utes are going to kick your pathetic asses all over the field in Memphis.


Vulgarity and profanity never substitute well for true humor.


Go read this. Maybe then you'll better understand the art of colorful invective.


I suggest you work on your writing skills rather that trying to disguise your ineptness.


I  would suggest you go piss up a rope, Boob.