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My two cents are: Why I Am a Republican in 2003 I am a Republican. I am pro-life, as long as it's in the womb. I could care less about it the second it's out of the womb, which is also why I'm pro-death penalty, and anti-welfare. It doesn't matter to me that women of affluence will still be able to obtain abortions in other countries - whether they believe in it or not. It doesn't matter to me that both child and mother are endangered, the second Roe V. Wade is overturned, by unscrupulous "doctors". I believe in an ideal world, and people shouldn't be having sex. Especially if they can't deal with the consequences. I support the Second Amendment. I don't care if we have already had a number of well-regulated militias. Guns don't kill people; people kill people. And often they use guns to do this. I don't want the government to tell me what type of weapon I can have. I need armor-piercing rounds in the event that I need to defend myself against some of those pesky armor-wearing law enforcement types. I should be able to buy a Howitzer if I can afford one. I don't want the government to check my background - they might find something that would prevent me from owning a gun. I believe in the War on Drugs. I think a silly slogan - "Just say no" - goes a long way in preventing kids from using drugs. It doesn't matter to me that the War makes the drugs thousands of times more profitable, and provides that much more incentive to dealers and gangs. I forgot that during the 1920's, during Prohibition, there were Gangs and drive-bys and underground "labs" and corrupt police and officials. Forget rehabilitation; you reap what you sow. As I said before, I am an idealist. I am pro-welfare. As long as it goes to Corporations that don't need it. If it goes to lazy individuals who got laid off, then I'm against it. There are too many people taking advantage of the system. No, not in the Corporations, I mean the welfare people. I don't care if you are lazy and rich. I only care if you are lazy and poor. I don't care if the crime rate will go up if people do not have options. I have a gun. Until they steal it from me because I so responsibly leave it out for burglars. I am a thoughtful person, at heart. I believe that freedom of religion is one of the things that make this country great. That is why I believe it should be crammed down everyone's throats all the time. I believe it is my duty to save your soul. Even if this interferes with your religious freedom. While I care so much for your soul - I could care less about any other part of you. I don't want my tax dollars going to help the disadvantaged, but I don�t mind if they are used in public institutions to help "educate" the masses. I don't care if Jesus wanted to help the poor and the meek. I only look at the parts of the Bible that benefit me personally. I don't care about the environment. I will disregard the scientific evidence, because it is only a "theory." Besides, I will be dead before the consequences affect me. My children are good Republicans, survival of the fittest, you know. Even though I don't believe in evolution, I believe they will adapt. It doesn't matter to me that the only reason not to regulate companies involved in environmental abuse is only a matter of their bottom line. I believe that tax cuts � especially for the most wealthy - will stimulate the economy. I believe that assisting corporations and wealthy individuals is good for job growth. It doesn't matter that if the profit projections are low, or the shareholders are unhappy, that layoffs will occur. It doesn't bother me that CEO's will cut jobs before they cut their salary. They earned it. Even though the performance wasn't there. It doesn�t bother me that you can have your pay reduced, or can be fired if you are not performing, but they can�t. I don't believe that the wealthy typically accumulate wealth through continuous investment, and rarely spend the way the middle class does. This holding of assets creates jobs and is good for the economy, right? The wealth disparity in this country doesn't bother me. We all have the same opportunities, right? I am tired of immigrants coming to this country and taking our jobs. I know a lot of hard-working American lettuce pickers. It doesn't bother me that our corporations are shipping our jobs to other countries for cheaper labor and to avoid labor regulations. I'm tired of paying taxes, which is why I can sympathize with immigrant workers who must stay undocumented. They don't have to pay taxes! I can also sympathize with corporations who profit in this country but operate assets offshore to avoid paying taxes. I'm tired of minorities whining. They have the same opportunities as every one else. I don't want more educated minorities to have more opportunities. I don't care if they underwent, or still undergo a variety of racial prejudices and injustices. That was in the past; get over it. I don't want to hear anymore pinko-socialist garbage. It doesn't matter to me that the military is provided to me by the contributions of all taxpayers, and defends me as it defends all. I don't care if the Interstate Highway System was built in this manner as well. Or law enforcement. Or any other number of public institutions. I could care less about Social Security, even if I neglect to realize that it will be there for me whether I need it or not. Hopefully. I believe in a strong military. I believe in our right to pre-emptively defend ourselves, even if that is an oxymoron. Except when the country proves to be a real threat, like North Korea. I believe that this military should be composed exclusively of volunteer minorities and rural poor whites. I believe dying for oil is a noble cause for our brave minority and poor soldiers. I don�t care if our leaders were able to obtain deferments in past wars, and children of affluence will be able to do the same for the next war. Clinton was a draft-dodger and wagged the dog in Iraq. President Bush served in the Air National Guard heroically protecting the bars of Abilene, Texas. Nor can it be proved that he went AWOL, even though he wasn't there his last year. And he is not wagging the dog in regards to the Iraq situation for political or financial profit for his associates in the energy industry. Or the defense industry. Speaking of which, I do not care if a missile shield has proven unreliable. We need it to defend ourselves against terrorists, whether ir works or not. I believe that our moral decay, and almost all of today's problems, can be traced back to one man - Bill Clinton. It doesn't matter to me that he was elected: twice. It doesn't matter to me that 50% of our nation's marriages end up in divorce, a high percentage due to infidelity. It doesn't matter that almost all politicians lie to various degrees. They shouldn't be lying about their personal lives. Keep the lying in the realm of policy and issues, thank you very much. I will credit the Republican Congress and former Republican Presidents for various achievements when it is convenient. The Democrats hold the blame for everything. Especially Clinton. I am a Repugnican, and have forgotten what it means to be an American.
Banana Republican --Treason as usual
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:55:02 (EST)

My two cents are: No, I don't think it was grandiose. Shallow is more like it.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:50:44 (EST)

My two cents are: What's wrong with someone comparing the current president to a brainless piece of hot apple pie, and suggesting that that brainless pie deserves a nice slice of yummy sophisticated cheese, to give the thing a little class for once? Hey? Since the emperor has no clothes, at least he could have some Stilton?
let's hear it for equanimity
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:50:05 (EST)

My two cents are: You thought you understood all of us? We talking grandiose or what?
uber amerikan
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:44:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Crynic? Spete? glorp? Ilk? Feh. I told you long ago all the retchies were total tax wussies. Tax pussies, really.
Pay up like a man
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:43:44 (EST)

My two cents are: I keep thinking I'm normal, but then I come back to this page. To think I once understood all of you.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:42:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Stilton is good on morons, esp. moron unelected residents* who turn surpluses into deficits. Bg Time. Yep. Warm up that Stilton, and lay it on Junior. Yum.
actual american
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:40:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Is Stilton good on apple pie? Has anyone tried it?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 23:38:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Now inasmuch as I strive to create the illusion that I collaborate with my political enemies, I called Congressman Rangel this morning, and I told him outright how I feel. I said, "Now listen Unky Remus (that's my little nickname for him) - I am NOT for this little Reverse Affirmative Action draft of yours. I am for an army of lower-class teens whose dreams of a better life instill in them a compulsion to march into napalm grenades all for the benefit of Ivy League princes such as myself whose lives must be protected if this country is to continue its proud tradition of inbred plutocratic rule." Well, the Congressman disagreed with me, and that's still his pre-war right. But as President, I want to assure all affluent Americans that there's not a chance in hell they're going to see their blue-eyed, blond-haired trust fund babies march off to die in a biochemical war just so some colored Harlem crybaby can work out his racial blood lust in the name of "shared sacrifice" and the "citizen soldier."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 22:14:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't get it. I didn't know a traitor was someone who gives aid and comfort to its enemies by cheating it. I thought a traitor was someone who didn't watch Fox News.
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 21:47:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree. The crynic makes me sick to my stomach. I wish people like him would go live in Bulgaria or Saudi Arabia, where they belong. I'm sick and tired of carrying freeloading punks like that, and even sicker of listening to them recycle right-wing bumper-sticker slogans through their empty heads and call it political discussion.
.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 21:40:19 (EST)

My two cents are: No, behavior like the crynic's strikes at the base of the American voluntary tax system, and acts directly to decrease equality among Americans, helping to set up a two-category tax structure where the peon carries more of the load while the sleazeball lightens his own. The law is the law because deals were cut and because Republicans and a lot of Democrats betrayed the public they claim to serve. There is nothing in the law that permits the crynic to underreport income simply because he washes his money in a country that is selling only secrecy. That is assuming, of course, that the crynic is using his close-to-legal if not legal offshore setup to cheat, which he may just be doing even though he "did say" he discloses the account to uncle sam, which is damn big of him. He discloses it after he decides what his "share" is. Sure, the crynic is small potatoes and is little more than a peon himself, a chump picking up the crumbs that the big boys let slide off the table; but a sanctimonious chump is just as hypocritical and annoying as a sanctimonious small-time sleazeball, whichever description fits the crynic best. Speaking of chumps, what do you mean when you say "you fellas that use every possible tax deduction on your returns?" Which deductions are you talking about, chump? The only ones I see that apply to you fellas, other than the oil depletion clauses, are the one for state income tax and the one for mortgage interest. Does this equate in your dull mind to offshore banking to hide income or to avoid American taxes while still availing yourself of the benefits of American residence? However it works out, Stymie, the point is not that the crynic is tecnically breaking the law, but first that the law sucks and should be changed so we can put some of you shitheads in the pokey, and second that the crynic is little more than a traitor to the country that suckled him. He is a traitor to the sugar-tit that he thinks America should be for him, and it is most indecorous that he goes about whining about people who might deserve the benefits of citizenship a little more than he does.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 21:34:48 (EST)

My two cents are: I wouldn't be too hard on the crynic. Afterall, he's only working the system like you folks who cheat your employer by playing computer talk on the company time. Or you fellas that use every possible tax deduction on your returns. Same thinkg, except on a larger scale. I personally don't agree with sheltering income abroad, but the law is the law. Like any good lawyer, he appears to be using the law to his best advantage and he did say he discloses the account to uncle sam. Let's not be hypocritical when some of us live in glass houses. Eh?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 19:35:22 (EST)

My two cents are: The gulf plumps them up, eh?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 19:34:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 18:33:13 (EST)

My two cents are: I take it back. the crynic can't be Tom. They were both on the same page during the same during the same half-hour. My apologies, Tom.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 17:34:39 (EST)

My two cents are: If one dollar is your share, so be it. It's for each citizen to decide.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 17:32:58 (EST)

My two cents are: "I regret that I have only one dollar to hide from my country."
the crynic, American traitor
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 17:27:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, I suppose he's a good man for a traitor who refuses to pay his share of the nation's burden in wartime. But, hey, we didn't hang him when he refused to go fight for liberty in Vietnam and we won't hang him now. Merry Xmas, Benedict.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 16:37:56 (EST)

My two cents are:

Happy New Year, crynic my good man. Snow's almost melted here on the Piedmont Plane. Don't pay any attention to the folks down on the coastal plane down toward the Rio Grande. Nothing but the lunatic gurglings of a dipsomaniac. - Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 15:34:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Happy New Year to everyone including the liberal turds on the page. Hope you have had a great 2002 and I wish you a promising, productive 2003. Would like to stay and play with you demons but off to the Islands. Long live capitalism!
the crynic
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 15:13:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks for letting me know about the nw there, I would have been disappointed had you been the one to be Tom. Thought abit more of you, but there was that little bit of history so I wasn't quite sure, only had a tinge of doubt. Looking at Tom here, you're writing would definitely surpass Tom, he's out to lunch on the euphamisms. In other news, Shrimp tonight, nice and plump from the gulf.
Bozo de costa
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 15:09:49 (EST)

My two cents are: And to Pete, this is impressive, important stuff.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 14:45:58 (EST)

My two cents are: LONDON (Reuters) - A British television station defended a show in which a Chinese performance artist apparently eats a dead baby, calling it a "thought-provoking film about extreme art in China." Channel 4, which upset viewers with a dissection of a human corpse last month, plans to air the documentary in which artist Zhu Yu shows off photographs of himself washing a dead stillborn baby in a sink and putting its dismembered parts in his mouth. Politicians and media critics have condemned the plans but the Broadcasting Standards Commission said it could not address a program before it was shown. In a preview provided to Reuters, Zhu is also shown having a piece of his own body grafted onto a pig. He describes his work as expressing his Christian faith, saying: "Jesus is always related to death, blood, wounds, etc." The show's presenter, a Sunday Times newspaper art critic, calls the work "suffering for your art on a messianic scale." He added: "I expected to be horrified by him, but I found him peaceful, monastic and even charming. When the cameras were switched off he admitted he'd vomited twice before going through his baby performance. But it was crucial to do it, so he forced himself." The presenter, who interviews the artist in his apartment, calls him "China's most notorious contemporary cannibal," and says he actually ate the baby's flesh.
ok
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 14:11:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint, here's a new site for you: www.uglypeople.com Yikes!
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 13:06:53 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't squirm for honkeys. It's the zeppelin-lippers that make me squirm.
Tom
- Tuesday, December 31, 2002 at 02:47:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I think Tom is real. I think this coastal bozo who claims he's battling Tom is really trying to get me, moi, for using the infamous n-word in the past as if sticks and stones could break my bones but but the infamous n-word would never hurt me. He's out to lunch on this one. Tilting at windmills. Poker up his coastal bung. But why even mention it? The fool is off on one of his boycotts at this very moment. Making Tom squirm.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 23:17:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Is there a meaning of "pete�" beyond pathetic asshole?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 19:42:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Figured out the meaning??? After what, 5 years? I guess you rode the short bus to school. With that kind of contemplative savant you must be, could be, well, a philosopher!!!!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 19:06:43 (EST)

My two cents are: The true meaning of Buffs is LOSERS!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 15:25:14 (EST)

My two cents are: I now know the true meaning of "ho-hum."
Pete�
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 15:17:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not unique, there are several of us here that bring more than we take away.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 14:32:19 (EST)

My two cents are: I know tom is fiction, thats why my bailing counts. Whoever it is is a semi-regular at least and a lesser poster than myself. So keeping tom costs his creator more than he gains. Tom must die!!!!! Even his creator knows. (and if trent lott dosent!!!!!)
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 14:27:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Tom is a made up character?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 13:39:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Didn't realize the crynic and Tom were such crooks.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 13:34:10 (EST)

My two cents are: And in the last five years the Internet made it easier for many more people to use tax havens in places many have never heard of. "It�s one of the dark sides of globalization," says US Deputy Treasury Secretary Stuart Eizenstat, who says that money laundering and the large-scale criminal activities it serves are "direct threats to our national security." OECD-FATF have tried for four years to bring some order to the system, primarily in a bid to fight drug money laundering. Most of the countries involved have acted, to some degree or another, to clean up but finally OECD-FATF last year published a list of 15 countries they designated as non-cooperating. In the Pacific these included the Cook Islands, Marshall Islands, Nauru and Niue. Also on the block are the Bahamas, Cayman Islands, Dominica, Israel, Lebanon, Liechtenstein, Panama, Philippines, Russia, St Kitts and Nevis and St Vincent and the Grenadines.
demonizing the Cook Islands
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 12:41:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52241-2002Dec29.html
say it ain't so, Rummy
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 12:28:16 (EST)

My two cents are: The offshore tax evasion issue is central to fair and equitable taxation. In opening a Senate committee hearing, Senator Carl Levin (D-MI) noted on July 18, 2001, that if only half of the estimated $70 billion in lost revenue from offshore hidden assets were collected, it would pay for a Medicare prescription drug program without raising anyone's tax rates or cutting any budget item. On a more basic level, if a large number of taxpayers can continue to escape the system this way, we will lose an important component of our national life, the notion of equality under law and equal justice without regard to social status. Everyone who pays taxes by payroll deduction and all other honorable taxpayers should demand that the more affluent and the dishonest are made to pay their share.
But, what if the dishonest have already paid their share?
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 12:17:19 (EST)

My two cents are: If all taxes are deducted from your paycheck before you see it, you may suspect that the IRS is collecting a bigger chunk of your income than it collects from corporations and the rich. And you would be right. These days, conniving lawyers hired by large companies and wealthy individuals utilize an array of tools to evade paying U.S. taxes. Some of the most common are offshore bank accounts, offshore trusts, and phony incorporations of U.S. companies in foreign tax havens. According to an IRS consultant, the U.S. loses $70 billion every year in revenue to this sort of tax evasion. All told, as much as $5 trillion of U.S. money is in offshore assets, $3 trillion of which is in offshore bank deposits. The use of offshore accounts and trusts to evade income and estate taxes is not a new problem. What is new is that the Internet now provides easy how-to information to U.S. citizens, while credit and debit cards have made it simple to access money held offshore in exotic places like the Cayman Islands, Antigua, Belize, the Channel Islands, the Netherlands Antilles, Vanuatu, and the Cook Islands. As a result, offshore tax evasion has grown geometrically and threatens the U.S. system of voluntary taxation. Worse still, a few of the wealthiest Americans have utilized highly sophisticated methods, backed by opinion letters from top flight law firms, to avoid paying current taxes on offshore hedge fund and partnership earnings. The success of the very rich in beating the system has allowed smaller promoters to tell their clients that all they are doing is offering a version of the same product for the common man. Sometimes na�ve taxpayers fall for such schemes advanced by sleazy promoters. In an effort that will go a long way toward controlling one aspect of this tax evasion trend, the IRS announced on March 25, 2002 that it will pursue holders and purveyors of offshore credit cards. According to the agency, as many as two million Americans may be paying their bills with credit or debit cards issued by offshore banks. Only a small fraction of these cardholders report their accounts, as required by law. "Respectable" corporate executives, business owners, doctors, lawyers, investment professionals, and other wealthy people hide their income by means of these offshore credit card deals. In October 2000 the IRS obtained a court order permitting it to get around banking secrecy laws and go after MasterCard and American Express. MasterCard International has turned over records on more than 230,000 accounts in Antigua and Barbuda, the Bahamas, and the Cayman Islands. American Express also has agreed to hand over its records, and the IRS anticipates cooperation from Visa International as well. Financial advisers, including such well-known banks as units of Barclay PLC and Royal Bank of Canada, often have Internet web ads to tout offshore bank accounts (often in the name of a trust or sham corporation) accessible by credit cards, and offshore incorporation of real and phony companies.
the gimmick is up, as they say
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 12:15:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Tourism as well as a reasonably lucrative off-shore banking business, where (mostly) Americans hide their money for tax avoidance purposes, bring in revenue.
I'm moving too!
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 12:09:30 (EST)

My two cents are: In the Cook Islands there is no capital gains tax, inheritance tax or estate duty, capital transfer tax, gifts tax or wealth tax.
Sweeet Deal!
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 12:05:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Not really. Tom is not a US citizen. He abides by the tax laws of the Cook Islands.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 11:39:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Tom is a tax cheat?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 11:22:54 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always assumed Tom is just the Cook Islander, the crynic, without the grass skirt.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 10:05:10 (EST)

My two cents are: That's my plan, you see, when I'm hear Tom gets to fuck with me - if I leave you see, he ends up masturbating.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 09:17:30 (EST)

My two cents are: don't care. I bring more to the table than tom.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 09:14:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 09:13:36 (EST)

My two cents are: That's Tom's evil plan.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 09:09:15 (EST)

My two cents are: If I recall, last time this wipe named Tom showed up I bailed for a month I think from sometime in November to close to xmas. Before that I dumped this place for 11 months.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 09:03:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Right-o, Tom-Tom! Anything to balance out the cracker Lott-skies, eh?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 09:00:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 02:57:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey to everyone. Hope you all are going to have a Happy New Year. Wanted to say this earlier. I was real proud of the way those bumper lippers showed up at the polls in Louisiana to keep the Democrat in the Senate. 90% of them voted for the Democrat. Easier to get the vote when the cocoa puffs vote by the bowl full, don't you know? Better than the pathetic showing at the mid term election when the damned pubies stayed put inside their nigloos and couldn't be bothered to go dragging their fucking nigger knuckles out to the polls to vote.
Tom
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 01:11:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 01:00:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Who's Glorp? Is he that moron who had to practically be evicted from Dick Cheney's house?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 30, 2002 at 00:39:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Why can't the Supreme Court just choose who's number one? Then we wouldn't even have to risk playing the games.
Glimmer
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 19:42:13 (EST)

My two cents are: I hate these football factory schools! There very existence casts a shadow on Cornholer supremecy!
Gloog
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 19:41:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Amos Alonzo Shag!
Goering
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:22:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Joe Paternity Suit!
Gab
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:17:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Penitentiary State!
Glib
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:17:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Texas Longdongs!
Grist
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:13:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Bobby Bowlegged!
Gloob
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:12:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Steve Spurrious!
Glimpse
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:12:04 (EST)

My two cents are: FSU? Florida State Unicorns!
Glop
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:11:12 (EST)

My two cents are: USC? University of Souther C*nt!
Goob
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:09:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Ara Parcheesy!
Glump
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:08:55 (EST)

My two cents are: You mean Notre DAMN!
Glorp
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 18:08:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Yech! How horrible! Think of how bad that must have felt to him!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 16:46:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Shouldn't that be "the fat intern's warm, wet and willing" mouth?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 16:45:37 (EST)

My two cents are: The mouth was fat?
doubt it
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 16:32:55 (EST)

My two cents are: His juice into the fat intern's mouth did he squirt.
Yoda
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 16:19:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Got some Star Wars DVDs for Christmas.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 16:15:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Ease and pose? Against the Buffies?
doubt it
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 16:10:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Wisconsin, on the other hand, was truly heroic at the end. Moved the ball with ease and poise when it counted. Not bad for a team of freshmen and sophomores.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 15:38:04 (EST)

My two cents are: If it was arrogance, it was misplaced. The Buffs had nothing to be arrogant about in that game. Barnett, eh? I see an assistant coaching position in his future.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 15:36:12 (EST)

My two cents are:

Gary Barnett. That's the coach's name. I wondered the same thing. With 53 seconds left following the Wisconsin TD, why did they just run out the clock? Maybe they wanted their offense to get rested before the OT scrimmage, but all that did was give the WU defense a chance to smoke 'em if they got 'em. - Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 15:04:43 (EST)

My two cents are:

Well, eventually Dr. Tom got it right. Three times in a row he did. <> Watching a falcon hunting in the nature preserve. Thing hovers like a helicoptor 10-20 feet above the ground and then folds back its wings and dives - like a stone it does. She's now resting on top of the dome. - Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 15:00:56 (EST)

My two cents are: But, none of Osborne's stupidity comes close to that of the the Buff's coach yesterday. This was a game in which absolutely NOTHING was at stake, except who would win this year's Who-Gives-A-Shit Bowl. I don't even know the name of the Buff's coach, but he ought to be fired immediately, if not sooner. Look, Wisconsin tied the game with a TOUCHDOWN in about 30 seconds even after one of their WRs missed an easy catch that would have tied it up before. The Buffs got the ball back, in good field position, and had 51 seconds to get the ball within field goal range and win it. Instead, their numb-nuts coach has the lousy QB take a knee two times to send the game into OT. Why? For what? Pete, you're good at rationalizing. Please explain why this coach still has his job.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:48:55 (EST)

My two cents are: A coach that clueless would seem to be a perfect fit for the Republican congress. Maybe he should think about a change of careers.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:36:48 (EST)

My two cents are: When a team's playbook can be written of a 3x5 index card, why would he even THINK of going for two? Osborne blew it. The national championship was on the line and he BLEW IT!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:33:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Osborne should have gone for one point. His dull, unimaginative "offense" is ill-equipped to come up with anything deceptive when the ball is on the two and the game is on the line. You think the Cornholers are suddenly going to come up with a play-action pass? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:28:42 (EST)

My two cents are: College football is a disgrace. The only cash-cow major sport that has nothing ressembling a championship. It's a game strictly for alums and residents of dull college towns.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:15:13 (EST)

My two cents are: The lesson is, you don't "play it safe" in a game that can only result in a mythical "championship" at best. The fact that the Cornholers didn't win the vote back in 1982 (or whenever) means nothing. Nor would it mean anything if they had been able to punch it in from the 2 yard line and win the game instead of gagging under pressure.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:11:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Looks like "Doctor" Tom learned from a real coach's mistake years earlier.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:06:33 (EST)

My two cents are: When the clock finally ticked down to zero, the brutal battle in East Lansing, Michigan was finally over. To those who had particpated, players, coaches and fans, there was nothing left but inconsolable emptiness and and numbing frustration. The epic battle between top-ranked Notre Dame and runner-up Michigan State didn't settle much of anything for either team. When the clock ticked its last second away, exhausted and battered players, emotionally drained coaches and frenzied fans could only look at the 10-10 tie in exasperation and disappointment. "Nobody can be happy with a tie," commented Irish quarterback Terry Hanratty who had to leave the game in the first quarter after the Spartan's defenseman Bubba Smith rearranged his shoulder. "It was a helluva ballgame, but we were all so tired. I don't think anyone wanted to go into a fifth quarter." The Irish, who had rallied from a 10-0 deficit early in the second quarter, had a chance to go for the win. Notre Dame had the ball on its 30-yard line with time for at least four plays. The Spartans were expecting the Irish to go for broke. But under coach Ara Parseghian's strict orders, the Irish played it safe. "We'd fought hard to come back and tie it up," he explained. "After all that, I didn't want to risk giving it to them cheap. They get reckless and it could cost them the game. I wasn't going to do a jackass thing like that at this point." His players agreed. "It was the worst kind of depression coming off the field after working that hard and coming out with a tie," remembered pass-catching sensation Jim Seymour, who had a particularly disappointing day by dropping the only pass that ever came near him. "What people don't realize is that we couldn't throw the ball because they had set up a specific defense to stop the pass. Our quarterback was so run down because of his diabetic problem that he couldn't throw the ball more than 10 yards. And they were really set for it. So why throw the ball for an interception and really hang yourself? Ara's been questioned many times about that decision. . . . But there was nothing else he could do under the circumstances." Seymour was right. The Irish probably were lucky to survive with a tie. Their best halfback, Nick Eddy, had slipped getting off the train in East Lansing and fell on an already banged-up shoulder. He wouldn't even get in the game. Center George Goeddeke's ankle fell victim to Bubba Smith in the first quarter, along with Hanratty. But Coley O'Brien, who required two insulin shots a day to keep his diabetes in check, and sophomore Bob Gladieux proved able replacements. After the Spartans had taken a 10-0 lead on Regis Cavender's four-yard run and Dick Kenney's 47-yard field goal, O'Brien directed the Irish 54 yards in four plays. He hit Gladieux with an 11-yard strike and Rocky Bleier for a nine-yard gain. O'Brien then lofted a perfect 34-yard spiral to Gladieux, who caught it on the goal line and stepped into the end zone. The Irish finally caught up with the Spartans on the first play of the fourth quarter. After Notre Dame stalled on the Michigan State 10-yard line, Joe Azzaro kicked a 28-yard field goal to knot the score. Notre Dame was dominating the second half, and the defense hadn't let the Spartans any closer than they were when they had kicked the field goal. Linebackers Jim Lynch and Jim Horney nailed the talented Spartan runners for either minus yardage or no yardage on 16 rushing plays. With five minutes left in the game, the Irish got a big break - the kind that decides ballgames. Safety Tom Schoen intercepted a wild Jimmy Raye pass and ran it back to the Spartan 18-yard line. Larry Conjar went straight ahead for two yards. But on the second play, halfback Dave Haley went wide to his left. Phil Hoag and Bubba Smith nailed him for an eight-yard loss. O'Brien's third down pass wobbled incomplete, and Notre Dame had to settle for a 42-yard field goal try. Azzaro's kick went wide to the right.
College Football 101
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 14:05:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Think Notre Dame. Think Ara Parseghian.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 13:59:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Not that there's anything particularly commendable about being an football fan, mind you. It's just that these two goobers pretend to be what they are not. Glint, Osborne did nothing honorable in that game. As you might know, there is no actual "national championship" in the pathetic college ranks. All Osborne did was save himself from the DISHONOR of going for the gimme tie in hopes of winning the VOTE for #1. He had the benefit of history in making this simple decision. But, you wouldn't know about that because it isn't Cornholer history. Think Michigan. Think Ohio State. Think 2 decades earlier than Osborne's plucky move. Geesh, do I have to teach you rubes EVERYTHING?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 13:56:58 (EST)

My two cents are: The CU/WU end game did remind moi of a game way back. Without bothering to check facts (because specifics are irrelelevant in the shor term) I think it was when the Cornhuskers faced Clemson in the Orange Bowl circa 1982. It could have been some other team in some other year, but it was definitely the Orange Bowl. And the national championship was on the line. And Nebraska was down by 7. And in the last minute they scored a TD. All Tom Osborn had to do was kick the EP and tie the game. Back then there was no O.T. in college ball, and a tie would have left the Cornhuskers undefeated and #1. But then to my horror they lined up with a QB instead of a kicker, went for two and lost a couple yards in the process. Game over. Osborne had gone for the glory, and it's his one decision that to this day I regret. He explained it in his book however, which is available from Amazon.com. (01)
Glint
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 13:46:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, Pete and Glint are not football fans. They are bandwagon fans. Pete spends his life trying to convince people that Buff football is of national interest. Glint just wishes football programs like Notre Dame, Penn State, Miami, USC and Florida State would cease and all their former players and coaches would be arrested and killed, so that the Cornholers would get the recognition Glint hopes for. These assholes wouldn't know a "good game" from good public policy. These are RUBES.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 12:18:18 (EST)

My two cents are: grunt
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 11:51:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Was candycane man deaf?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 11:22:33 (EST)

My two cents are: That was a great game? Bullshit. That was a game of mistake after mistake, primarily by the forlorn Buffs. The horribly-coached Buffs, I might add. Sure, why go for a win with a minute left in regulation when you can always take your chances in overtime? I'd check on Coach's bank account this week. If he didn't throw the game for money, then he's simply incompetent and needs to be killed. An exciting finish for Wisconsin, yes. A "good game?" No.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 11:22:00 (EST)

My two cents are: So if glorp had his way, deaf guy would live in a world that is both silent and dark. Oh wait, that's his parent's basement. But anyway, back to the camping trip. Seems at least on the surface that it was a charitable gesture on the part of benevolent glorp, spending his off-time with no one to talk to. That's the way glorp and his family have second-rated the deaf guy from childhood to the incident of the stale cake at least. But what if, what if it was the other way round, that only a desperate parentbasement dwelling deaf guy would even go on the telescope in the woods misadventure with herr glorp.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 10:21:19 (EST)

My two cents are: One thing worse than tree huggers, it's star-huggers. If God hadn't meant for there to be light pollution, there wouldn't be any. A little astral asbestos. Get over it, enviro-nazi.
old fashioned american
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 09:51:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 08:58:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 08:47:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Ok on the Dear Guy thing, I think. But we still need more answers. For one, did the deaf guy really write this depressing note on his birthday? What was he doing, sitting miserably by himself in his parents basement pretending to listen to Alice Cooper? Was this before or after his parents took him out to Baskin Robbins? Second, in absence of a clear response, we can only conclude that he does not speak, but grunts. Next time I go to Baskin Robbins, I'll order two scoops of grunt.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 08:11:47 (EST)

My two cents are: By the by, a correction is appropriate. "Deaf guy letter" not "Dear guy letter" in case you really were confused by it. Not a Freudian slip, more of a slip of the left pointer finger. So there's no need to drag Brenda into this.
Glint
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 00:47:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Great game despite losing tonight, Pete. Guess CU will be slipping back to #17 or so. <> Sure, God said let there be light. Star light, dufus. (01)
Glint
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 00:43:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Great game despite losing tonight, Pete. Guess CU will be slipping back to #17 or so. <> Sure, God said let there be light. Star light, dufus.
Glint
- Sunday, December 29, 2002 at 00:42:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Light pollution wackos are the leftest of all leftists. They take a word that means something dirty, pollution, and applies it to a clean thing, light, simply to dramatize their own preference. Nobody will ever get sick from light "pollution." Why even god said, "let their be light." (direct quote.)
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 23:36:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Dear Guy Letter? I guess that explains Brenda!!!!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 22:44:25 (EST)

My two cents are: You asked for a dear guy letter. But you'll have to settle for another stellar meditation. This one is about telescope lenses, the speed of light, a way for the deaf to appreciate the natural universe, and a budding fascination with, well, seed. It is undated, but was without a doubt written in the Fall of 1981. Sure, some may consider L.P. awareness to be a leftward lean. Guess it's part of the damage I suffered while dwelling in Yellow Dog's blue home planet of Montgomery county.
Glint

Untitled
Undated

My eyes, they are the windows.
Through my glass I come to know the splendor;
I would that I might touch all that is seen.

As I observe there is cause to hunger. 
For lo the sky is like unto a bin for golden grain;
And the harvest has been plenty.
The frame too full has cracked,
Spilling forth a wandering trail, a spreading gown.

Only with our eyes shall we reap the light abundant,
Sewn by the very hand of the Eternal;
He planted whilst we were still not born,
And tilled the firmament long before the earth was set forth.

All that we see is ours to behold,
Having been locked away from all who came before;
Until this time he has chosen to reveal 
Those things which were enclosed by his hand:

The seed spreads forth its radiance;
Hither from the void it now approaches to bath the planet,
All is according to plan.

Is it not with open eyes that we hear Him speak? 
"I have made Earth and created man upon it:
I, even my hands have stretched out the heavens
And all of their host I have commanded."

ref: Isaiah 45:12

- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 22:16:40 (EST)

My two cents are:

Saw the fox again today, three times like usual. First time it was heading up Pet Cemetery Path where it caught and chomped on another rodent. After it went over the hill I let the mini Dox out to do its morning plopper wee wee snow cone. While it was out the fox came trotting down Saturn Ring Road, so I tried calling the Dox back in. The fox heard me, turned around and went back up the hill. About 5 minutes later I looked out and it was trotting straight down from the observatory on Star Rise Drive. - Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 21:40:23 (EST)

My two cents are:

Interesting post about gawking at the deaf diners at 10:15:56. Reminded me of my late mother-in-law, the wife of the pig farmer, the Mrs.'s step dad. She had this way of twisting her eyeballs around in restaurants to look at deaf diners or other "retarded" people as she would call them. She would sit there facing toward you trying not to stare. But all you could see were her eye whites as the pupils were burried in the corner of the eyes staring. The brother in law asked her to please stop doing it when she visited him in prison where there was plenty to stare at. The tattoos, the open air c*nt licking, etc. Guess staring is a bad thing to do in prison even if your mother does it. It can get you a shiv in the exercise yard or a soaped rope in the shower. Anyway, you remind me of my mother in law, God rest her soul. - Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 21:37:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 19:42:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Out there in the stone silence of the grim Nebraska heartland. Watching god's wind rustle the capitalist wheat that will never feed the poor nor send it's whisper to his ear. Never the sound of the combines or poppin johnny's, cluckin' chickens or orgasmic whores. The german ones that worked the sokals out of Omaha. The old man took me there for my first taste of tart, a german wench. We were on a plane, coming back from my grandfathers funeral. It was my birthday and I think I was fourteen.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 19:30:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the deaf rube could use something like the Deaf Club to give his life meaning
Liberal do gooder
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 19:24:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not crazy about the deaf. Always wonder how much they really hear.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 16:54:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Is that why it's called a Plain State?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 14:37:03 (EST)

My two cents are: I would think he talks, but with wild changes in volume and inflection. That can be quite annoying. In Nebraska, anything out of the norm is considered gay.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:44:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the deaf rube could use something like the Deaf Club to give his life meaning, instead of relying on "friends" like Glint. Whatever, he definitely needs to get out of Nebraska, where they shun the deaf. Poor fucker.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:42:28 (EST)

My two cents are: I mean even with Hume or Aquinas he ends up deaf as part of god's plan dosent he? And what of Spinoza, how would Spinoza cheer him up?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:41:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Does he grunt or talk!!!!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:40:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Taking a walk may have been the better option, especially in front of the Deaf Club one night in the late 70's.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:38:18 (EST)

My two cents are: oops kant is going to tell him is deafness is part of the great apriori moral ought.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:30:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought it sounded a little suicidal, the part he posted anyway. I mean what philosopher is going cheer him up??? Sarte? Neitche? Maybe kant is going to ought? Maybe he could read the part about hearing the tree fall in the forest or one hand clapping. yes philosophy would certainly have cheered him up!!!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 13:29:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Better to have lights on at night than to live near a compulive packrat, like Glint. Does this rube save all his stuff? Why? Gonna be a hell of a fire on of these days.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 12:33:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Light pollution, leftwing wacko.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 12:32:21 (EST)

My two cents are: It was a suicide note?
tree falling in forest with no one there
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 12:01:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 10:23:27 (EST)

My two cents are: aw c'mon, post the fking letter.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 10:19:54 (EST)

My two cents are: See, holding that letter back from the deaf guy is just one more way of second-rating him. You think he wants it back or do you just want to impress him that out of pity for his deafness you saved it for 30 years? I guess he wrote you because it was "too awkward" for him to call? BTW can he talk or does he just grunt? You never answered. Some deaf people were seated next to us at the restuarant yesterday and I wanted to ask the manager to move them. All that hand waving and silent aping of words for the one that could read lips. Pretty damn distracting, there ought to be a law. Should set them at the noisy tables by the kitchen.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 28, 2002 at 10:15:56 (EST)

My two cents are:

The other rather weird thing happened around breakfast time. Kids were still in bed and the Mrs. and I were in the breakfast area chomping waffles and snarfing sausages when the Mrs. said, "There goes a fox." Between the house and the hill came a good sized fox walking down from the observatory along the trail I call "Star Rise Drive." It looked hungry as it shuffled through the snow in the bright morning sunlight. It headed up "Pet Cemetery Trail" and then lept into the unmown scruff of my nature preserve and grabbed a wiggling rodent, like an escaped gerbil or something. About two bites worth. Then it wondered up through the pet graveyard and over the hill. About 15 minutes later on the kids came down for breakfast. I told them about the fox and how they missed it, and gave them a description. "Did it look like that one?" asked #6. We looked out and here it was coming back down the hill along "Saturn Ring Road" which is a maintenance path surrounding the preserve that is for authorized tractors only. This time it had a spring in its step, so the edge must have been taken off its hunger. Then I went upstairs to work on a network outage between Rockville and a major Canadian bank, just after one of the boy frieds showed up. Later I went downstairs and asked the girls if they had told him about the fox. They said yes, and that he got to see it when it came around on its third orbit through the back yard. Anyway, in hindsight it was apparently a bad pre-game omen. The fox appeared three times. Nebraska lost its third straight game. - Friday, December 27, 2002 at 23:17:35 (EST)

My two cents are: And in that folder was a letter. It was a letter from the deaf guy. And it was dated 02/27/74, which was his birthday. I had found it among my effects about a decade ago and had planned to mail it to him on the 20th anniversary of its writing. Then it became lost. Now I'll probably wait until its 30th anniversary. I won't key it in for you, because nobody really cares about the deaf guy. However, here is the closing line: "Glint, I better start reading my Philosophy or take a walk because I think I am struck with depression at this moment. So long, pal! - Neil"
Glint
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 23:06:33 (EST)

My two cents are: "Nice to see some real poetry on this page" someone said. Couple of weird things happened today. One of them was at lunch when I was looking around for an extra table leaf. The boy friends were there too and the kids demanded another leaf. To make a long story short - couldn't find it. Haven't needed it since those big birthday parties for the kids before the big move. But while poking around the basement I found a box of my old files. And in that box there was a file. And in that file was some of my bad old astronomy poetry. So I came back up the stairs with everyone gathered around the table. And when the Mrs. asked me to say Grace I gave them the choice of a prayer or a poetry reading. They demanded prayer, God bless them every one. And now, for the second time on Fornigate, an original poem about light pollution (and "throw up"), by me, Glint (the other being the poem about the "glass hash ash masher")....
Glint

Untitled
10/13/81

The city throws up its light in vain
And giveth no beauty unto the sky;
To the ground are fixed the eyes of those therein,
For it conceals from them the vision of above.

By the day the sun casts down its light
and the inhabitants all stand in awe,
As in the night the moon doest beam overhead.

Extinguish thee thy lamp, oh city
And upward directy thy gaze.
Look ye now upon the lights of stars:
Yea, how far but yet pierce they the sphere above.

But were we now become a star
A soaring beacon unto ships that sail,
Where art thee now oh glowing city?
Your light so strong fails to be seen
Having faded into darkness far below.

- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 22:59:12 (EST)

My two cents are:

It's o.k. to talk about the game. Just don't mention that 4th and 11 fake punt they tried deep in their own territy. The ball lobbed up by that lefty like a shot put wobbled through the air like a brachwurst. Who knew there was an Independence Bowl before now? Certainly not Nebraska fans who are used to bowl games named after flowers and fruit. But who would have known that free Friday beer would be considered such a great perk inside the bubble either? But in these tough times in the wallet and on the grid iron you learn these things, or perish. <> Gotta go. Pop and I are watching the Big 12 Triple Header. Now we're watch K-State get beat by Arizona State. Ironic thing is that Nebraska beat Arizona State this year, which now leads #6 KSU, who beat Nebraska. But at least we've got our corny nuts. - Friday, December 27, 2002 at 22:31:48 (EST)

My two cents are: For those of you who taped the Independence Bowl to watch later, I won't give away who won this epic battle between the Cornholers and Ol' Miss. I didn't watch it either because I painted a room and wanted to watch the paint dry. Then I had to organize the paper clips in my desk drawer. However, I did happen to catch the results on the web. Ah, what the hell. Cornholers lost 27-23. Did anybody know there WAS an Independence Bowl before now? Aren't you glad you didn't? I think Nebraska is going downhill because they've slowed down on recruiting criminals and steroid abusers. What a shame! "Doctor" Tom must be rolling around in his grave.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:52:49 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll have to watch frosty a few more times, see what ancillary documentation there is for this. My guess is we can get the supreme court to burn it in all its forms. BTW is the office of bookburning and censorship to be funded under homeland security or is it going to be under the minister of religion?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:26:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps frosty is the quintessential american folk tale, a tale of fatherlessness in the depression, of having only two lumps of coal and a carrot, of having a phantom hobo father that appeared once a year in disguise or from the otherworld. Regardless, because of my early scars it will remain suspect until further analysis.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:22:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:19:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course there was the snowman in dog years, when they beat the jewish boy to a pulp in the street and then roll him into a snowman that glistens mostly red from the mouth where all his teeth had been knocked out. Grass reconciles or stigmatizes this by having the character become "goldmouth" a man with a mouth full of gold teeth.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:16:18 (EST)

My two cents are: The stick hands remind me more of the windmills in Gunder Grass, the nose is obvious. I agree Frosty predates steinham and Fonda a tad but its more like if they bothered it would come to pass. I mean if falwell can chase teletubbys why cant steinham torch frosty?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:13:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe I wil build a bonfire of frosties in the pit one day, collect them and have a "frosty bake"
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:10:26 (EST)

My two cents are: O come on. You know better than that. Frosty has nothing to do with Steinem or Fonda. What gives, buddy? Talk about those lumps of coal, buddy, the carrot nose, the horrid stick hands right out of Titus Andronicus, buddy, get real.
reconstructed deconstructionist
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:10:08 (EST)

My two cents are: See, there's this whole sinister thread about keeping frosty a secret from the adults. Maybe he waqs a catholic priest???
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:08:17 (EST)

My two cents are: A hermaneutic frosty reading would also be pretty good. I get the sense the kids dad croaking is right around the late 50's. C. Wright Mills was penning the Military Industrial Complex and the Power Elite. See with pops dead, kid wasn't going to get his share of the high pie without giving it up to the hobo in the drainage ditch.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:03:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Post - industrialist marxist deconstruction, feminist deconstruction - could do some real damage to Frosty. Amazed Steinham and pre christian Fonda havent gone after the miscreant with their blowdryers.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 21:00:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:57:24 (EST)

My two cents are: It's more like frosty is a collage of images, insensate and unrelated apart from a theme of winter. A collage cobbled together by someone, perhasp some who has great difficulty with english and the written word, someone ever isolated from clarity of thought and subsequently from clarity in expression. What is the "POINT" of Frosty, the moral, thats what I want to know? Not to melt snowmen?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:52:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:49:17 (EST)

My two cents are: trogs are trogs because frosty's been pathologized?
haole lujah
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:36:08 (EST)

My two cents are: And you know, I watched the cartoon this year, when the kid's dead dad is reincarnated into the bum hobo looking snowman and I wondered if they might not have been pretty right.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:28:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:27:09 (EST)

My two cents are: It was what they said as well as the way they said it that scarred me. That poisined my mind against Frosty the Snowman. Why today some 30 years later I still view the cartoon with disgust and little lawn ornaments in his likeness as reprehensible elements of satan's spawn on earth. I can't remember exactly how it happened, I think it had to do with the T.V. I must have been 6, maybe 8, and all the heighborhood kids were buzzing about watching Frosty the Snowman on TV that night. So excited enough to wet my pants I ran home to let my parents know we could all watch the miracle of Frosty that night. "we're not watching that"..."Frosty's not a part of Christmas"... He's a part of Christmas propoganda and commercialism and we won't watch him"..."Frosty has nothing to do with the spirit of Christmas or Christianinty"...."Frrsty is the homnosexual vagabond that comes on the trains, a hobo that lures young boys into the woods - sings to them about the big rock candy mountain"...There'e something evil about Frosty". And so I was not allowed to watch frosty. And nor did I bring it up again. I have gone through life viewing Frosty as satan's disciple, it only comes up now because my wife asks me why I make the sign of a cross when I see Frosty.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 20:10:22 (EST)

My two cents are: The 22 seem accepting of their flaws for the most part, but pete and glorp seem akin in their denial. Glorp atempts to mask his shortcomings here by tinkering with the code and playing webmeister. This must be sort of like being the guy in charge of checking the drivers licenses of the indy 500 drivers, necessary, but petty. Pete on the other hand tries to hide behind the grandeur of having once watched fess parker eat a porterhouse with his bare hands.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 19:12:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 19:09:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete never really was up to the gimmick here, had to call his own doinks to make sure he thought someone was looking. I for one will admit that the only times I have even bothered to fk with pete is when other sites have been down or I am otherwise bored out of my skull. Then, if I'm not up to surfing, I'll burn on a pete post for abit. I doubt pete realizes he's not up to speed here, thinks he's won a medal but dosent know he's in the special olympics. At his very best he is able to spam profanity all over the board. And autopete, well that should have removed any shred of dignity remaining.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 18:49:33 (EST)

My two cents are: stardate 13.29.04 nice.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 18:19:50 (EST)

My two cents are: "Next," he said, excitedly, like a proctologist who loved his work just a little too much.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 16:35:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Nice to see some real poetry on this page.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 15:12:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete has a translator now? About time!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 15:07:11 (EST)

My two cents are: The vile demonrats can't devile that which is vile, nor can they file the vial of truth and still smile awhile. Sorry, Rory. End of Story.
Glory!
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 15:06:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Sorry, the truth is something that even vile demonrats cannot defile. Next.
Pete�
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 14:59:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Kind of makes you think. Thank you.
Harl
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 13:57:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes. Someone with a command of the language that is lacking in Pete, himself. So, THAT'S what the fat haole has been trying to say!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 13:47:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Finally! Someone who agrees with Pete!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 13:37:39 (EST)

My two cents are: That clears things up, Pete. Now, I have something to say to you: It is truly amazing that the venomous, treasonous pod people can fight the doinking of their gimmick when it is up. Truth. It's the well-formed butter of their ride down the slippery slope of treason that forever signals that the tent is fucked. In addition, we must roll for a maximum ten days or level the mountains with nukes. Lacking the will to do that, we need to kill of 20% of humanity without raising taxes. If they can defend the indefensible, reprehensible, pre-hensile, we then must be up to the task of quarantine. Removal of disgustin clits and boners is always an option unless we all specialize in cunnilingus and drink our coffee from where there is no shade. There will be no more criticism of the truth that amazes! Time to take the bull by the filthy scrotum and let the jism fly where it may. The clean-up can come afterward. Truth. Doinkerz!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 13:29:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Amazing how much time these traitors waste criticizing the truth. Simply amazing. Doink.
Pete�
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 12:59:36 (EST)

My two cents are: What irony?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 12:18:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I've hated Dr. Strangelove ever since someone told me it was a put-down of rightwingers. You could have knocked me over with a feather!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 12:13:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Why don't I understand the obvious irony in the characters from "Dr. Strangelove"? Why don't I understand how really funny it is that I fail to understand the real reasons why it's funny? Why am I posting stuff I don't understand? When will someone explain to me about precious bodily fluids? Why AM I sad, really?
woe is trog--christmas wishes
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 12:09:37 (EST)

My two cents are: You know, a REAL girlfriend. You know?
woe is trog
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 11:58:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Why can't I get a girlfriend like that? Loyal even to a stain? Why can't I get a girlfriend?
trog dwarf woe cry
- Friday, December 27, 2002 at 11:49:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, boss! The stain! The stain!
Troglodyte Dwarf
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 23:05:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, it was a doomed effort from the start. Drooling troglodytes trying to undo two elections, dontcha know. Generally, these things fail in a democratic society. Unfortunately, there will always be a 30% wacko contigent willing to cut off their own dicks for no good reason at all.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 23:04:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, except Clinton never said, 'Neighbor take your mutton again.' He never gave it back the first time. Except for that, and everything else, sure Clinton could be compared to the Lord.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 23:03:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, darn it all.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 22:59:40 (EST)

My two cents are: My guess is Bill Clinton did not celebrate Christmas with whores at all. That doesn't mean the comparisons with Jesus Christ are invalid though. Like Jesus, Clinton was persecuted by viscious fools. He was figuratively crucified by these fools. One of the better magazine covers during that sad era was the European one that showed Clinton on a cross, while beneath him, scoundrels, dwarves and other mutants foamed at the mouth. The difference, of course, is that Clinton did not DIE on that cross.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 22:31:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete came on here as a cliche, a parody. He combines the originality of network television with the depth of a 37 cent postage stamp. A man of many part.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 22:26:59 (EST)

My two cents are: For some spending Christmas with whores and with family is the same thing.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 22:05:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Did Pete dump his Penthouse Pet for the holiday?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 22:04:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Who better to spend the day set aside to remember Jesus than with whores? Jesus consorted with undesirable people, those whom the rest of his society regarded as beyond the pale - whores, tax collectors, the sick and the deformed
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 21:48:47 (EST)

My two cents are: "Yes, you are, sadly, a demonrat. I can feel your pain, as well as Bill Cliton. Ha." Pete,you are so trite and predictable. You have become a cliche.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 21:36:25 (EST)

My two cents are: A countryman was confessed to the parson to have robbed a mutton at a farmer of her neighbourhood. "My friend," told him the confessor, "it must to return, or you shall not have the absolution."--But repply the villager, "I had eated him."--"So much worse," told him the pastor, "you vill be the devil sharing; because in the wide vale where me ought to appear we before God every one shall spoken against you, even the mutton." "How!" repply the countryman, "the mutton will find in that part? I am very glad of that; then the restitution shall be easy, since I shall not have to tell to the farmer: 'Neighbor take your mutton again.'"
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 21:12:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 21:10:25 (EST)

My two cents are: At the middle of a night very dark, a blind was walk in the streets with a light on the hand and a full jar upon his back. Some one which ran do meet him, and surprised at that light: "Simple that you are," told him, "what serve you this light? The night and the day are not them the same thing by you!"--"It is not for me," was answering the blind, "that I bring this light, it is to the and that the giddie swhich seem to you do not come to run against me, and make to break my jar."
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 21:03:02 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd spend xmas with ginger lynn.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 21:02:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course it was Pete. Who else would write "boners anyone?" and think it was an insult, much less funny? Who else would think celebrating with whores was somehow horrible, not to mention a slam? Who else struggles so with basic communication? Who else here speaks and writes English as a fifth language? Who else's "style" is so clumsy and infantile? Let me hazard a guess, Pete. You're, uh, "special," aren't you? Did someone drop you on your head when you were an infant, Pete? Or is shaken baby syndrome?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 19:43:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Only Pete, who somehow aspires to Bush-like emptiness could have written the post of 15:58:14 (EST). What a witless, pathetic asshole. What a vain, shallow little twerp.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 18:53:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Does Clinton really celebrate Christmas with whores? If so, Jesus would be proud. The whores, the thieves and "sinners" were Jesus' kind of people. Let the soul-less, bonerless Bushes and other silver-spooners celebrate their twisted Christmases on cruise ships and country clubs. Let them spend the holidays with Reginald and Muffy. At least Clinton is keeping it real. Merry Christmas, Mr. President. And merry Christmas, whores!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 18:48:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Clinton was out with the Bush twins?
doubt it
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 16:53:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Cliton celebrates Christmas with whores.
boners anyone?
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 15:58:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Dec 26, 2002 Bush Family Sets Sail on Three-Night Cruise By Mike Schneider Associated Press Writer PORT CANAVERAL, Fla. (AP) - Former President Bush and his son, Gov. Jeb Bush, planned to embark Thursday on a three-night holiday cruise with family and security agents, undeterred by the recent outbreak of stomach viruses that have sickened some cruise passengers. The family, including the Bush wives, was joining about 2,500 other passengers aboard the Disney Wonder, its stern adorned with a figure of Donald Duck dangling from a rope. "This is a personal, family vacation, a much deserved and needed one," said Katie Muniz, the governor's spokeswoman. The ship was bound for the Bahamas under blue skies and an unusually chilly wind. Jeb Bush has said he was undeterred by the outbreak that sickened hundreds. The federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention is looking into more than 20 outbreaks on cruise lines, more than it has seen in the four previous years combined. The agency considers an outbreak to be 3 percent or more of a ship's passengers or crew members getting an illness. "I'm not worried at all about the health issue, I'm more worried about just being on a boat, getting along without e-mail and stuff," he said with a laugh last week. Disney spokesman Mark Jaronski said no parts of the ship would be restricted and that he expected the Bushes to eat in the main dining room with the other passengers. The dozen or so relatives will be joined by agents from the Secret Service and state law enforcement. The ship, which is about the length of three football fields with 875 staterooms, has stops in Nassau and Disney's private island, Castaway Cay. It returns Sunday morning. Former President Carter took a similar trip with his family during last year's holiday season. Many guests said they planned to leave the Bushes alone. "I'm sure they're here to have a good time," said Frank Romero, 39, of Melbourne, Australia. "Just like us."
doink
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 15:57:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush Celebrates Christmas With Family.
Pretzels anyone?
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 15:40:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, you are, sadly, a demonrat. I can feel your pain, as well as Bill Cliton. Ha.
Pete�
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 14:38:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Pathetic, witless asshole.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 14:25:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, well.
Pete�
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 14:06:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, time for me to face the music. Cut the mustard. Hit the road.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:30:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, there are stirrings here. Lads awakening. Time to get with whatever program there is. Later.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:20:31 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm peevish too. I thought it was all the coffee.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:19:27 (EST)

My two cents are: I tremble at the very thought of it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:13:40 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm peevish myself about it, and I'm one of the fuckers doing it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:13:20 (EST)

My two cents are: DEPARTING VP Universal Pictures has confirmed that senior vp production Lenny Kornberg will leave his post to pursue other interests. Kornberg most recently supervised such film as �The Mummy,� �The Mummy Returns,� and the upcoming �The Scorpion King.�
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:12:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's going to be real peevish when he reads this stuff. He'll be grinding his teeth and hurling crude invective.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:11:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Big guy from the waist up. Head as big as a blowfish. Massive long torso. XXXXXL shirts. Had to sew on extra shirt tails. Short little legs. Ended up about average height. He seems to keep pictures of himself off the net.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:10:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Last I knew Lenny he was taking tickets at the Four-star and wearing suits from St. Vincent DePaul. Drunks who wouldn't give me the time of day would open up to Lenny, because they thought he was a bum too. I was just as much a bum as Lenny, but I had on some bullshit 60-40 jacket from Sierra Designs or something.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:07:53 (EST)

My two cents are: You won't see the likes of that guy at Cha Cha Cha at McCarthy's. It's a clean place with shiny young women now.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:06:11 (EST)

My two cents are: I really thought Lenny was headed for the tank. I thought I was headed for the tank, knowing that I'd sat at the bar at McCarthy's. With Lenny and the other guy, the guy about a mile down the plank shouting to himself.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:04:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I remember Lenny. I think I even recall him going big time. Big dude, right?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:03:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Actually, I mark the decline of Frisco as beginning for real about 1977 when the first fast food place opened - McDonalds at Civic Center (Golden Gate and Van Ness, for those who like to toss around street names.) This used to be a union town and it was better for it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:02:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm talking the McCarthy's on mission. It was a fucking pest house.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:01:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Got a load of wash going and can't leave yet. So I google Lenny Kornberg, who is the last guy I been to McCarthy's with. He was a McCarthy's sort of guy, a near alcoholic. Remember him? Used to be ticket-taker at the Four-star, wanted to be a movie director? I google him and he's "LENNY KORNBERG ( Studio Exec, Sr. VP Production MCA/Universal Pictures) He's got Stallone's new movie "Daylight" among many others. We talk about how new writers get into the studio system. Also the difference between a studio movie and an art movie, and how they get greenlighted (production go ahead.)"
go Lenny go
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 13:01:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, there's your McCarthy's and then, there's your McCarthy's. The McCarthy's on Market closed years ago. I think it's call Carl's Jr. now.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:59:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, Cha Cha Cha at McCarthy's, I believe it's called. Brick walls, horseshoe bar. Young crowd.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:58:15 (EST)

My two cents are: We could go to Perry's.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:57:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, McCarthy's. Geesh.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:56:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe a place with sleek mature women would be better. The House of Prime Rib, say. Ought to be full of sleek old babes from Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:55:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Cha Cha Cha is right next to Bruno's, which still exists but as some kind of jazz club/restaurant.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:55:30 (EST)

My two cents are: And when I say I've never seen one in Minneapolis, I'm including St. Paul. Both sides of the river.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:54:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, we could go for tapas at Cha Cha Cha, the one on Mission that was McCarthy's. Actually, it still is McCarthy's except it's also Cha Cha Cha. Good food but the place is noisy and filled with sleek young woman.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:53:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Didn't know anything was over the Broadway Tunnel. Use to live over it, with Rosemary there somewhere around Leavenworth and Hyde. It's good to sling all these street names around as if I knew my ass from a hot rock. Makes a guy feel good. Even a guy who went to Philly, and Boston, and Montreal, and Seattle, and never found the places that serve only one dish. Always had to face choices, choices, choices.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:53:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Places where they serve only one platter may well be the norm in the Heartland. I've never seen one in Frisco, though, except the House of Prime Rib. Never saw one in Minneapolis, either. Or in New York, or Paris, or London, or Weaverville. I've never been to Waco, to my shame.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:50:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Alfred's is, or used to be, located above the Broadway Tunnel. Might have moved, but it's still around. What made it good was that it was an Italian place, so the side dishes were wop. They had their own aging room as did Grison's (now Harris').
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:50:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Neber been to Alfred's. Rings a bell, though. When I was getting my Calvados at Trader Joes, right next to it on the shelf was Amer Picon. I'm sure you can get a Picon planter's punch somewhere, even if the old city is not more. Probably get one served in a little glass cable car. Bet you can get one at the Top of the Mark. There was a place in the basement of the St. Francis, Venetian Steak Room or something, that was pretty good. Went there with Pod once.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:47:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Threw me for a loop I tell you!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:46:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Sent me reeling, dontcha know.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:45:48 (EST)

My two cents are: I, too was stunned to find the House of Prime Rib served only prime rib.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:44:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, good. We don't have to go to the House of Prime Rib. Maybe Alfred's or Harris'.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:43:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I doubt you can get a Picon Punch anymore. You can still get a Ramos Fizz.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:39:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Not that I've gone to Alfred's in 25 years, mind you, but it must still be good. What could fuck it up?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:36:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Grison's Steak House and across the street, Grison's Chicken House. Really good Ceasar Salad at the steak place. Alfred's was a good steak place. Still is.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:35:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Today Rain and snow likely. Highs 40 to 50. Snow level 3000 to 3500 feet early rising to above 5500 feet this afternoon. 1 to 2 inches of snow above 3500 feet. Tonight Rain. Lows 35 to 45. Friday Rain. Highs 40 to 50. Friday Night Rain. Lows 30 to 40. Saturday Snow or rain showers likely. Highs 35 to 45. Snow level around 3000 feet
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:34:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Reason I was shocked at the House of Prime Rib was that all you could get there was prime rib. Nothing else. And to tell you the truth, I've never been a big fan of prime rib. Not that I'm an expert or anything. That was the only time in my life I've ever had prime rib.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:31:07 (EST)

My two cents are: What was the other one, the Chicken House? Used to go to that one. Had my first ever cherries jubilee there. They had fish, but it couldn't have been the Fish House, could it? It was pretty good eats. I'd just as soon skip the House of Prime Rib, if it's not necessary.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:28:30 (EST)

My two cents are: I seem to recall someone landing a bone in an open convertible as it drove by. Intellectual Fascism.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:26:53 (EST)

My two cents are: I remember the beer bottle. I think that was the same day we threw chicken bones out the window after dining on Chicken Delight dleivered hot to the door. Don't cook tonight, call Chicken Delight!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:25:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Place I used tolike for steak was Phil Lehr's Steak House at the Hilton. They'd cut a slab of meat where you wanted it cut, then charge by the ounce. Then they'd come around for the presentation of the Baked Potato and ladle the sour cream and sprinkle the bacon, chives, etc. in till you said stop. Just like at the House of Prime Rib.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:22:57 (EST)

My two cents are: They call that stretch Beef Alley, I think. House of Prime still there. Maybe we'll go there Friday. Still exactly the same. I went about 6 years ago for Ramon's 45th birthday party. Grison's has been gone since the mid-80s, but Harris's Steak House is in the space. Then, there's Ruth's Chris Steak House right there too and maybe a couple other such joints. Beef Alley.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:16:55 (EST)

My two cents are: I think Pod's place was on Sacramento a block up from Polk. When he was pretending to go to a hotel management academy south of Market. That's the place I dropped the beer bottle from the second floor and cracked the old lady on the skull. I'd say Russian hill stops at Polk. Polk Gulch, get it? You can't be on a hill and across a gulch at the same time.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:15:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Had a friend who used to live on Pine, west of Van Ness. Baja Pacific Heights, dontcha know.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:14:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Last time I remember being officially on Van Ness, my in-laws took us to the House of Prime Rib. I was shocked, especially since it wasn't far from Grison's, which I think the steak house was still there. After they'd pigged down on the meat, we walked back up the side street and saw a queer keel over in the street and his friend all distraught. The guy was all wizened and dying, like an African kid with kwashiorkor, probably had pre-identified AIDS. Stood around and comforted the boyfriend until the paramedics came.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:13:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Didn't Pod live on Van Ness? Or was that Polk?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:12:11 (EST)

My two cents are: A secretary dork would live on Van Ness. One of those old apartment buildings, maybe five stories. Hey, THAT'S Russian Hill, dude. The bottom of Russian Hill. You go up the hill, rent goes up. Even in 1982.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:11:25 (EST)

My two cents are: What kind of clueless dork would live on VanNess?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:09:19 (EST)

My two cents are: I believe most the waitresses are required to wear g-strings in this town. Went in to a "topless" place in the late 60s because a friend was visiting from the east and he needed to see what it was all about. Drinks were served by a nude woman in spike heels.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:08:34 (EST)

My two cents are: OK, this will clear things up. An �chafaudage is a building scaffold. By extension it's also a stack of boxes or whatnot, but that's beside the point. This guy Baudelaire was seen all this new stuff building behind these scaffolds, sort of like the skyscrapers you're bitching about in the city. The city that knows how. Baghdad-by-the-Bay.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:05:59 (EST)

My two cents are: I share much with Baudelaire. Hard to keep up with the nostalgia when you live here for so long. No time, I guess. You've got to deal with today's fiber optic projects and street closure. Rents are tumbling and that does remind me of how you used to be able to get a nice flat, say on Van Ness, near Larkin, for maybe $250 per month even in 1980. That's where my first ex lived. One bedroom place, bay windows, hardwood floors, good kitchen. She rented a garage a couple blocks away for $25. Rents are tumbling, so maybe that place would go for 1300 to 1500 now. Probably 1900 two years ago. Garage would cost, who knows? Maybe $200. Geesh.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:05:29 (EST)

My two cents are: He wrote it when this architect, Haussmann, was rebuilding Paris, ripping out the old narrow streets and building long straight boulevardes that you could shoot a cannon down and take out the disruptive elements. Sort of the way Glint has rebuilt this page so that it farts and jerks and mini-hangs while all his crap is loading. Now I'll go to the dictionary. Don't want to leave until it starts raining hard, so I can dig in the snow this afternoon.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 12:00:54 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't remember whether there's a lot more to that poem. I think there is, because it's called "The Swan" and I seem to remember a part that features a swan. When you think about it, that's pretty ballsy of Baudelaire. Not many poets can handle a swan. It's almost as tricky as a rose. At any rate, I think maybe he explains why all that stuff becomes allegory, or what the allegories are. It's something you wouldn't be able to figure out on your own, even if you were a frog yourself.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:57:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe my going there would be better. Do they still have places to see nip? Here' some more on the same theme, same guy. Same poem, in fact. This is too good, too frogly to pass up: "Paris change ! mais rien dans ma m�lancolie N'a boug� ! palais neufs, �chafaudages, blocs Vieux faubourgs, tout pour moi devient all�gorie Et mes chers souvenirs sont plus lourds que des rocs..." Now there's a word in there I can't figure out exactly, "�chafaudages." For some reason I think it means a multi-storied buidling, but that's whistling in the dark. I knew it at one time. Anyway, this is great. Pure frog: "Paris changes! But nothing in my melancoly has budged! New palaces, �chafaudages whatever they are, blocks old suburbs (or successive city walls), all for me become allegory. And my dear memories are more heavy than rocks." I mean, is this guy a frog or what? Baudelaire. I suppose you feel the same way about Frisco?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:53:40 (EST)

My two cents are: I didn't get the whole thing, but this is enough: "Le vieux Paris n'est plus ( la forme d'une ville Change plus vite, h�las ! que le coeur d'un mortel)" A loose translation would be: "The old Paris isn't plus. ( The forme of a city changes more fast, alas! than the heart of a mortal." I thought it was "homme mortel." Those frogs! They're allowed to put an exclamation point right in the middle of a sentence. Pete would shit.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:45:44 (EST)

My two cents are: That's the idea. Friday night, come back here Saturday. Unless you want to come here. We could check out Russian Hill, North Beach. Maybe score a Picon Punch.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:42:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, now I'm trying to figure the names of the Haight Street bus I took to get out to the panhandle, and the bus went up Market and out Castro and was full of beautifully-dressed queers in the morning. But I'm done googling busses. Now I'm going to google Baudelaire.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:40:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, it's still like that. The East Bay-bound BARTers all lined up in single file as the train pulls in. On the other side, you get your SF anarchists, all jockeying for position. It's something to behold, a real cultural phenomenon.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:40:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Harlan, the digideroo is the sound of Mother Earth. It's in all of us. You can't not listen to it. If I get snowed in, it will be on Monday and Tuesday. I'll fight my way out by the 1st. Stick around Friday night and have dinner at one of those places where they don't wear tops, the waitresses. You see nip over your bouillabaisse. Got in the mood thinking about Russian Hill. Could have walked down the Broadway steps and for a couple of six-dollar drinks seen nip any day of the week.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:37:22 (EST)

My two cents are: I didn't look up 14th and Geary, but I did googal SF muni bus routes. I was spot-on about the 38 Geary and the 2 Clement, but there is no such thing as the 18 Sacramento. In fact, there is no Sacramento Street bus at all. Memory is shot, that far back, maybe three or four years before going out to the fucking nabes. But, there is the 1 California, faked me out because it only goes to California at Steiner outbound, taking a left at Gough and then up some intermediate street. It comes all the way in from Gough Street on Clay, and goes out on Sacramento. Or is it the other way around? Either way, it was about the only bus in Frisco where people got on with some sort of organization, at Sansome or Montgomery, because there was a guy taking fares at the stop so all the clerks and secretaries would mob around him but come out in single file behind him, and get on the bus in orderly fashion. You'd think the East Bay busses would be the same way, but they weren't-- everybody lined up at any stop from Orinda to West Oakland like a bunch of Jews going to the ovens. And they all lined up like geese at the East Bay terminal on the way home. BART turned out almost that way-- you'll notice that in Frisco everyone mobs the doors, but on the other side everyone lines up. At least they did back in the day, maybe the norms have weakened. So, we used to ride out up Sacramento Street on the 1 California, or 1 Cali is how they'd say it in the Heartland. Go figure.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:33:57 (EST)

My two cents are: I love the sound of the didgeridoo. You fellows ever give that a listen to?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:22:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyway, the youngest youngster got two Dead Kennedy CDs for Xmas. Never really listened to the DKs until yesterday. Didn't pay a lot of attention, but "California Uber Alles" sounded pretty good. This town would still be great if Jello Biafra had become mayor. He finished 4th.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:19:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Look up 14th and Geary?
doubt it
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:16:37 (EST)

My two cents are: It was right on the north side of Geary as my memory explains it, right there past 14th. There's no 13th Avenue, right, just Fulton or whatever that parkway is named, then 14th, which is like a contra-all�e across a strip of trees? This joint was right on the corner. I thought it was Mabuhay, a Flip name anyway, and there was a sign, the Dead Kennedys-- I didn't even understand that they were a band until years later. Used to run into people who lived in Japantown in those days who said they lived in Pacific Heights. Sometimes they'd admit to Lower Pacific Heights. Tell you what, when it was neat to live in Frisco was when a secretary could afford an old one-bedroom with a Murphy bed just about anywhere on the backside of Russian Hill or Nob Hill. Go down to Montgomery Street to work on the Sacramento Street bus, what was it, the 18? Used to go out to that place on 14th and Geary on the 38 Geary or the 2 Clement, way to long a ride. In the winter you could take the California Street cable up to the top and then cut over and walk a few blocks down Sacramento Street to an apartment. What's the name of that park right on top of Nob Hill, in front of the P.U. Club? There were these two old dames, twins, who lived in the Fairmont or the Mark and would stroll around in matching Chanel outfits. A couple of old blonde babes who looked like they'd been hot back in '29, before dad jumped out of the window. Is there a registry somewhere of San Francisco corners? Look up 14th and Geary, will you? That apartment sucked. The worse thing about it was the bitch Swede landlady, Mrs. Eller. Worst bitch I ever run into.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 11:12:54 (EST)

My two cents are: So, I was thinking of visiting Joan next Friday, if you aren't snowed in up north.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 10:34:06 (EST)

My two cents are: There was a temple on Geary, near the Fillmore (Japantown,) where the Dead Kennedys used to play. Geary at 14th Avenue doesn't wring a bell except I bought a waterbed mattress at Oyster Bed right around there. That was a pretty nice apartment you had though, as I recall.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 10:33:07 (EST)

My two cents are: The Mab was in North Beach. Went there once in about 1979. It had potted palms and lots of green. It had been a Filipino night club before it went punk. Everett Dirkson's son was the owner/MC. I don't know which place was out on Geary. Are you thinking of the Holy City Zoo on Clement? That was a comedy club where Robin Williams started. I think it was closer to 4th Ave. There was also (and still is) The Last Day Saloon a couple doors down from the Zoo. I saw Eric Burdon there about 10 years ago. Bar downstairs, club upstairs.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 10:12:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Baudelaire, by the way, had no use for bagels. Homer didn't even know what the fuck there were.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:44:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Baudelaire wrote a whole long poem about how cities change all the time. "More fast, alas, than the heart of a man mortel." Only he spelled it "h�las", in the manner of the romantics. So you see, this thing with the city changing is nothing new. Fucking Homer sang of it, in the classical style, but the transcripts were lost to history during the burning of the great library in Alexandria.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:43:55 (EST)

My two cents are: I've eaten bagels, or parts of bagels, that other people bought. I've just never taken the initiative of buying one for myself. The way it stands, I probably never will. Somebody else will get my share of the bagels.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:37:27 (EST)

My two cents are: I hope I'm not fucking this all up. That was the Mahubay there on Geary and 14th, right? I'm goddam sure about the bagel joint, even though I don't remember the name, probably because I never bought a bagel there. Never bought a bagel anywhere, in my whole life. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. The bagel store was in all the guide-books. I wish I remembered the name of that discount story. I still have a fishing reel I bougtht there.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:33:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Used to live on Stockton at about Lombard, not so long ago, and you could smell the malt factory that made malt out of hops for the beer. One of the last factories around that side or half of town, when Alioto was making it into "headquarters city." Everything was getting fucked up, almost everyone who worked downtown lived in Marin County or the East Bay. There were lots of cheap aparments around Russian Hill and the back side of Nob Hill down into Polk Gulch and the secretaries and clerks lived in them are walked or rode the bus to work, and the better-paid people came in on Golden Gate transit or East Bay busses to the terminal down there where that ballpark is. I lived in places on Sacramento Street, on Polk, on Leavenworth, and a couple more I don't remember. To the San Franciscans it seemed wrong that there wasn't any stout yeoman employment around like the malt factory-- Dick Nolan wrote about half his columns bitching about it, and he lived in Marin. So it was interesting when I saw the general manager of KPIX stand up and read an editorial later on about how some mayor's policy was hampering office-space development. He said that people were forgetting the traditions of San Francisco, this was Headquarters City and it lived on the paper-pushing trades, but the politicians were fucking it all up by not building high enough skyscrapers. You see everyone has his own perceptions about what a city should be, and it usually looks better back in the day. It probably was better back in the day, but the new people don't know that. Later on, when the city had started to go downhill bad, I lived across the street from the punk club you mention, the Mabuhay Gardens, which was way the fuck out on Geary at 14th Street. Right next to some famous bagel place that was in all the guide books. There was some sort of cheapjack discount store about a block further down where you could get fishing reels and knives and engineer caps cheap. I must have walked the the Mabuhay Gardens and the famous bagel store a hundred times. They had the Dead Kennedys in there I seem to remember, and your normal run of bagels it looked like in the bagel store. I never went in either one of them. Leter, when I found out that they were famous, it was too late because the cheapjack discount store had closed down and there wasn't any reason to go past them any more. So I sort of missed the whole scene.
Doogie
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:29:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Thing is, all the rain and snow happens tomorrow, so I'll go then. Be back maybe Monday, maybe get snowed in and come back on the 1st January.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:06:59 (EST)

My two cents are: It's against the law to not identify yourself to the cops? I been walking on the wild side and didn't even know it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 03:04:24 (EST)

My two cents are: SAN ANTONIO -- Colorado has sent home one of two football players arrested on public intoxication charges along the River Walk. Starting senior linebacker Drew Wahlroos and freshman defensive tackle Will Down were arrested early Tuesday. The Buffaloes are in San Antonio for the Alamo Bowl Presented by Mastercard. Wahlroos, 22, practiced with the Buffaloes later in the day Tuesday and was seen running extra wind sprints after the team's afternoon workout at Alamo Heights High School. But he ignored reporters as he boarded the team bus. The 6-3, 280-pound Down, who is from Escondido, Calif., also was charged with failure to identify himself to police after the 2 a.m. arrests Tuesday. Dave Plati, Colorado sports information director, said Down, 18, was sent home later in the morning on Tuesday.
Stupid Buffs. This is what happens when you run with the Bush twins
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 01:02:18 (EST)

My two cents are: WASHINGTON �� President Nixon ordered a worldwide secret nuclear alert in October 1969, calling his wartime tactic a "madman strategy" aimed at scaring the Soviets into forcing concessions from North Vietnam, declassified documents show. It didn't work, as Moscow displayed no concern. The reason is unclear. The Soviets may not have cared, may not have been as influential as Nixon believed � or, like the rest of the world, might not have noticed the alert. The aim of the alert was kept secret from even the generals who put it into place. The bluff was part of what Nixon described as a "madman" strategy to his new administration at the outset of 1969: ratcheting up military pressure on the North Vietnamese at unpredictable intervals to pressure them into concessions at peace talks in Paris.
At last! Nixon's "secret plan" to end the war. HAHAHAHA!
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 00:55:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Airline passenger cited for disorderly conduct for saying to pilot: 'I hope you haven't been drinking...'
touchy, touchy, touchy
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 00:54:06 (EST)

My two cents are: You people are all sick. Defenders of the incomprehensible. I'm stunned! Merry Christmas, you sick fucks.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 26, 2002 at 00:50:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks, Dean.
Don
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 23:36:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Don knew everyone at the club. He was having fun, but I thought we were on a date and were supposed to be hanging out together. We weren't, and I was getting bored. He would come by and check on me every once in a while. I told him I wanted to go home but since I was new in town I didn't know which way to go. I went outside to the corner of Sixteenth and Valencia where the guy had been hit. I lived at Sixth and Folsom and knew I wasn't too far but I had no idea which way Sixth Street and Folsom was. I asked someone passing by and they told me.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 23:28:45 (EST)

My two cents are: "He doesn't want to do anything different," said the man, explaining to a visitor why the shop wasn't doing so well anymore. I was looking around the place, and eavesdropping � as a journalist, it's hard not to.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 23:27:34 (EST)

My two cents are: We went to The Deaf Club at Sixteenth and Valencia to hear some bands. I thought it was called "The Deaf Club" because the music was so loud you couldn't hear what anyone was saying but it turned out it was run by deaf people and when you ordered drinks you had to write what you wanted on a piece of paper. We smoked a joint that was soaked in morphine outside on the street with a few of Don's friends. Then we went to buy cigarettes with a girl named Walker at a store around the other side of the block. Walker was bass player for a band called G.O.D. (Girls On Drugs). We were all extremely loaded and talked about the punk rock scene in San Francisco versus New Orleans versus New York. The Offs had played CBGB's, the ultimate punk club, so Don was an authority on the New York scene. Don stopped in a dark part of the street and kissed me. Walker rambled on about the time GOD played warm-up for Siouxsie before anyone in San Francisco knew who Siouxsie was. She was oblivious to the fact that Don was sliding his tongue around inside my mouth. The three of us sat down on a doorstep and yacked until someone turned on the porch light and peered out their window at us. We went into the corner store for cigarettes and then headed back to the club. When we came back around the block we saw an ambulance with its lights flashing in front of the Deaf Club. While we were on our walk, one of the guys who got high with us earlier had stepped into the street and was struck by a car. We hadn't heard anything. He was already strapped onto a stretcher in the ambulance when we got there. We smoked another morphine-soaked joint while we watched the ambulance take him away.
Dean
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 22:02:09 (EST)

My two cents are: In 1975, there were no punks, nor any punk clubs in San Francisco. By 1977, it was like the city was overrun with punk musicians and fans. Most of the good punk clubs � the Deaf Club, the Mabuhay, the Sound of Music, On Broadway, the back room at the Savoy Tivoli, the Boarding House (not a punk club, but the venue where Television and the B-52's and Jonathan Richman and Patti Smith all played) � are long, long gone. Aquarius Records, where I bought an import copy of "Anarchy in the UK," has been in four different locations, under two or possibly three ownerships, since I started buying records there. Howie Klein was doing PR when I first met him in San Francisco; he went on to practically run the S.F. punk scene (helping the Ramones come to the city for the first time, helping out the Clash when they came here to record Give 'Em Enough Rope), DJed some amazing radio shows at KSAN and KUSF, formed 415 Records and released Romeo Void's "Never Say Never." He's currently president of Reprise Records, working with Neil Young and Depeche Mode and Green Day, among others. Talk about changes! Certainly San Francisco was a more hospitable city when I first moved there. Now it seems like the whole city is being torn down and rebuilt. Huge construction is going on, particularly downtown, but in some of the neighborhoods as well. What are they building, and who is going to occupy the new skyscrapers? It's like they started their construction projects before the dot-com bubble burst, and now, even though there's all kinds of office space available, they can't just stop them. "He doesn't want to do anything different," the man had said. But you have to change. If you don't, life will rush on by and leave you behind. I was reflecting on the past on a cold and overcast day as I walked along Valencia Street, but then I got to Aquarius Records and bought the new Unwound album, Leaves Turn Inside You, and all I could think about was what's gonna happen tomorrow.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 21:59:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint is your basic "right fielder". The guy you put in right field. Out past the cow patties, beyond two more strands of barb wite and across the hearest neighbors fish pond. Deep right field. Where he might just forget he's even in the game and wander off on to some beach in Maui looking for bug poison. Could be a tough night.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 21:12:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 20:29:56 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not sure what sense would heighten, if any at all, with the loss or absence of hearing. Touch would probably be the bet, like the catfish sensing vibrations or the snake, the lower cold-blooded vertebrates. the reptiles. perhaps the deaf evolved from reptiles, somehow carry the reptilian genome masked by hominid flesh. Does the deaf fu** have a dry skin prob glorp?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 18:29:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:44:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Sun is smiling on the coastal plains, the prtabello and green bean casserole just emerged from the oven and the pecan stuffing is baking away, Bird smoked beautifully by ms y, dark and earthy, masshed taters and a pecan pie to cook yet as well as the gravy. Dont get no giblets with a fresh bird...
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:30:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Sooner or later this delusion about other sense being heightened like smell for the blind etc had to come up for the deaf fu*k. So its music hh? hears the vibrations? Maybe he'd enjoy lying on the train tracks. Perhaps he could listen to one of anna nicoles vibrators. btw she's the smart one in the show, have yall noticed? never misses a beat.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:26:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Seems sort of politically correct to me, I mean if George W can execute the retarded, send them to old sparky smiling and happy with the a promise of a bowl of chocolate ice cream afterward.. well whats the harm?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:22:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Why don't you just stop picking on this deaf guy thing?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:20:00 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always wanted to play the cowbell in a band. Being good at the cowbell would be something, something refined. It.s a combination of rhythm and accent and punctuation. lyric but musical percussion but bells. Like a deaf man screaming in silence drowning in a well.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:09:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I think this thing about the deaf club is like a myth, some sort of emotional guilt salve glorp is rubbing on himself because the deaf f**k can't listen to krafverk.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:04:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Punk did not exist until I think 78, maybe 79. Meaning of course that a club wouldnt really be "tops" that quick, would have had to have been the 80's, maybe 85 before a deaf club lke that originated and made it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 17:02:29 (EST)

My two cents are: So an eartquake would be like nirvana huh?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 16:58:23 (EST)

My two cents are: One of the top punk clubs in SF, during the 70s was the Deaf Club. Open to the public, but still frequented by the deaf. They liked punk because they could dance to the vibrations.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:51:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:45:13 (EST)

My two cents are: As a fledgling linguist and semiotician, I've puzzled over deaf culture for sometime. Language of course carries most of if not all that embodies a culture - the eskimo having 173 words for different consistencies of snow from dust to slush. And the lack of inflexion when one must see the written word carved in stone instead of hearing it dancing on the robin's song. There was a deaf guy a few apartments down from me in graduate school - deaf culture seemed violent to me, different from my own, they dont hear the glass breaking or the screams, is it a world of silent violence?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:33:50 (EST)

My two cents are: What you do, to smoke a turkey is to build two fires in the pit, one at each end, sort of ovenizes things abit. She won't let me cook anything that big in the fireplace.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:27:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Is he perhaps also a hunchback or something? Is that the real reason he's going to turn 50 choking his chicken in mom's basement while dad wets himself upstairs in the heated lazboy?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:25:31 (EST)

My two cents are: A smoking bird?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:22:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 14:22:22 (EST)

My two cents are: How many fingers and toes does he have? five or six?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 13:06:14 (EST)

My two cents are: So the bird is smoking on the patio here. Down here, we smoke food with mesquite wood, imparts a distinct flavor. Outlanders pay a pretty penny for mesquite on the east and west coasts but here it grows abundantly and like a weed. "Mosquite" we call it. We are indeed a blessed and fortunate people here on the coastal plains.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 13:04:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 13:01:46 (EST)

My two cents are: So does he talk? or grunt or make sounds at all? Sell those little sign language cards in the street?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 13:00:16 (EST)

My two cents are: On the other hand, if he went to one of those schools for the deaf or something, the institutional homosexuality was probably pretty rampant.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 12:58:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Being deaf is probably pretty hard, I mean if you can't hear people coming you probably get busted jacking off alot. Can you check with him on this point glorp? Did you ever intrude on this during the camping trip?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 12:55:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Do you think he's ever gotten any glorp? Maybe even third base, you now - a little stinky finger?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 12:50:35 (EST)

My two cents are: See, thats what I mean, glorp here assuming its natural for this deaf f**k to live with his parents. How old are they? 75? 80? Did he ever move out or is he still taking classes at the community college?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 12:47:14 (EST)

My two cents are: You can send messages on a palm? I thought they were for keeping addresses and appointments in, shit like that.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 12:34:38 (EST)

My two cents are: What do you expect, live with his parents? The guy is deaf. I don't think there is such a thing as a hearing-ear dog. Or were you thinking the taxpayer was going to supply government nanny-listeners?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 12:32:35 (EST)

My two cents are: The other thing I was wondering there glorp, is does the deaf f*ck live with his parents? Is that how come he could come over for the stale cake?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 11:48:53 (EST)

My two cents are: What caught my attention was the way glorp assumed that getting a palm page from him would cheer up the deaf fu*k - that in glorps world view, the deaf fu*k lives some miserable depressing existence day in and day out, day after day, week upon week, year after year in his stone silent little hell of deafness. Into the darkness beams glorps palmpage, a saviors ray of sunshine brightening the gloom of the deaf fu*k.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 11:47:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush seems pretty sure about this Jesus thing. Makes you think.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 11:32:23 (EST)

My two cents are: President's Christmas Message I send greetings to those celebrating Christmas. During Christmas, we gather with family and friends to celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. As God's only Son, Jesus came to Earth and gave His life so that we may live. His actions and His words remind us that service to others is central to our lives and that sacrifice and unconditional love must guide us and inspire us to lead lives of compassion, mercy, and justice. The true spirit of Christmas reflects a dedication to helping those in need, to giving hope to those in despair, and to spreading peace and understanding throughout the Earth. As we share love and enjoy the traditions of this holiday, we are also grateful for the men and women of our Armed Forces who are working to defend freedom, secure our homeland, and advance peace and safety around the world. This Christmas, may we give thanks for the blessings God has granted to our Nation and in each of our lives. May the joy of the holidays renew our commitment to working together for a future of peace, opportunity, and hope. Laura joins me in wishing you a Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year. GEORGE W. BUSH
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 10:45:34 (EST)

My two cents are: I got a manly mahogany jewelry box, the cd's I already talked about, a hooters calendar and a really cool gerber lockblade set up to open with one hand and so you put your index finget through a hole in the handle too. really slick.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 10:26:20 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree that Clinton brings peace, prosperity, and international respect to America. But I just can't vote for him. He's too damn easy on the black man. Letting the black man run wild is what's at the bottom of most of this country's problems since '48.
RNC
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 03:10:10 (EST)

My two cents are: What a thought. A third term for the big dog. With Clinton back in office, we could take out this punk bin Laden, get the Koreans back in line, and let Saddam flop himself to death on the beach. We could tell the Chinaman to put a cork in it, and trim Putin's sails in Chechnya. All the Republicans could come out of their safe rooms and start going to football games again. It would be nice for America's computer consultants to be able to go back to making money hand over fist, too.
.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 03:07:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Better replace it with one that says people who lied about getting a blow job can't run for a third term.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 03:02:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush-Cheney in '08. They should repeal that constitutional amendment we put in to stop Roosevelt from running for a fifth term after he was dead.
RNC
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 03:00:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Cheney was a boots guy in a loafers town. He had little patience for retail politics. Wanted to talk to the top guy. He has saved your cowardly liberal ass more times than you have whined out your support for Jesse Jackson and Barbara Streisand. I'd like to see bastards like you out on the desert with a column of Republican Guard tanks rolling toward you. Who would you holler for then, Woody Harrelson? Ed Asner? Hypocrite traitors are the enemies of America.
Bush-Cheney in '04-- Why Change Horses?
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 02:58:33 (EST)

My two cents are: First at the trough.
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- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 02:51:46 (EST)

My two cents are: The man is a saint. He's like one of those old Roman conquistadors or something. Like a statue. He protects us. You can bet dollar that it won't be too many years and there will be statues of him in all major American cities. I am leading a drive in my own town to rename Sycamore Elementary after him. Without the children, where would America be? And without Cheney, where would America's children be. Dick Cheney. He has never been out of my thoughts. First in war, first in peace, first in family. It's about character.
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- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 02:50:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Although, I must admit, until relatively recently, I had forgotten he even existed. You too?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 02:32:53 (EST)

My two cents are: If I was on my deathbed today, I swear I could die a happy man knowing I had lived in the time of Cheney! He is a man of his time! He stands for a strong America! Thank God his heart has held up!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 02:23:10 (EST)

My two cents are: America rules! Cheney! Cheney! Cheney! Cheney! Cheney! Cheney! Cheney! Cheney!
Cheney!
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 02:20:27 (EST)

My two cents are: The Iranians need to wait their turn. Or, if they won't, don't think we can't fight 3 wars at one time. Or four. Anyone want to go for five? Didn't think so, fuckfaces! Who's your daddy, punk? Huh? Huhhhhhh?
didn't think so!
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 01:44:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Merry Christmas
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 25, 2002 at 01:01:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Why don't we get Osama while we're at it?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:37:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Screw Christmas. The Iranians are going to try some stunt, figuring we're distracted by the Iraqis and the Koreans. We've got to jap them all. Cheaper by the dozen.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:32:40 (EST)

My two cents are: HARD SAUCE: 2/3 cup softened butter 2 tsp. vanilla 2 cups powdered sugar 2 tsp. grated lemon zest In a small bowl with the mixer at medium speed, cream the butter and vanilla. Gradually add the sugar, beating until smooth. Stir in the lemon peel. Makes 1-1/2 cups of sauce.
I think the recipe uses too much lemon zest
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:27:11 (EST)

My two cents are: HARD SAUCE: 2/3 cup softened butter 2 tsp. vanilla 2 cups powdered sugar 2 tsp. grated lemon zest In a small bowl with the mixer at medium speed, cream the butter and vanilla. Gradually add the sugar, beating until smooth. Stir in the lemon peel. Makes 1-1/2 cups of sauce.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:26:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Christmas Plum Pudding 1 cup finely chopped beef suet 2 cups fine bread crumbs 1 cup sugar 1 cup milk 1 pint flour 1 cup seedless raisins 1 cup dried currants 1 cup chopped almonds 1/2 cup citron, sliced thin 1 tsp salt 1 tsp cloves 2 tsp cinnamon 1 tsp nutmeg 4 well-beaten eggs 1 tsp of baking soda dissolved in 1 tbsp warm water Flour the fruit thoroughly. In a large bowl, mix the eggs, sugar, spices, and salt in the milk. Stir in the fruit, nuts, bread crumbs, and suet. Then stir in the dissolved baking soda. Then add in the flour. Boil or steam for 4 hours. Serve with wine or brandy (which may be flambed) or any well-flavored sauce.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:24:02 (EST)

My two cents are: No, no, the spit must fly true if it is to bring shame on the false corpse-god and his idolatrous followers who call themselves people of the book but who are lice upon the mother sands. But no resentment with the spittle, only truce and tolerance. For how can one both Lion and a Goat hate lice? It is not within the ken of the Seven Wisdoms. Again, peace be with you during your pathetic celebration of your god-upon-sticks from the nursery yurt.
B'Hommad
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:21:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I broke down and got a pound of Stilton along with the extra sharp cheddar. Might as well, the lines wound all the way to Phoenix. They don't have normal crackers at Trader Joe's, but I got some sort of ethic wheat wafers that are almost American. Also some "cat cookies" that taste a lot like paperka�ken, these Swede cookies that my Ma use to make at Christmas. Also some almonds and a bottle of Calvados. Was looking for plum pudding, you know, like you used to get in that can that was an isocoles conical section? Serve it with hard sauce, a mix of butter and sugar? Man, that was good. Haven't seen it in years. Pour Calva over it and light it and serve it up with hard sauce. Guess you have to go to England to get it any more. What kind of half-assed globalization is this?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:12:33 (EST)

My two cents are: In any case, may those funny little shiny red and yellow infidel bells clank and jangle greatly on your yurts, real or symbolic. May your spat spit wash back sweetly in the wind upon you and yours, if that doth give true pleasure unto you. And if not, may something else nice happen. And why not? (Later.)
E�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:10:26 (EST)

My two cents are: You're right, of course. Ho, ho ho Chi Minh? Who knows what might be made of it?
Vrai E�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 23:06:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Faux B'Hommad below. A Son of the Goat does not wail, nor does he bellow. Yet he will sip sweet fegh through the dried manhood of the infidel who would worship a corpse spread upon crossed sticks within the circling of the yurts. Keep your worship in your own way and your own place, and may you have many years before your false alter, for has not the Sage taught that the porcupine runs with his own, and the peacock with his own, but the lion and the goat together? I spit upon you, with best of wishes for you and your uncles and wives and the children of their children.
B'Hommad
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:58:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Watch it with that Ho stuff.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:42:35 (EST)

My two cents are: No doubt he would wish Mr. and Mrs. Zorobbkin a gerund Merry Christmas as well, non? And of course she would wish a gerund Merry Christmas to you too, O pensioner--and many congratulations on your pensioning. Well deserved. A gerund Merry Christmas to Dungeness, as well. Ho ho ho.
Eleanor Not of Aquitaine�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:28:46 (EST)

My two cents are: One can only guess what Pete would say if he knew she was here, eh?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:22:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Merry, merry, Ms. Z!
Pensioner
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:20:49 (EST)

My two cents are: You people are so stupid! See, if the rich guy doesn't have to pay taxes, it's a win-win for all of us. It's like a faucet. Pretty soon NOBODY will have to pay taxes because the rich guy will take care of us with the extra money he or she has. Duh! What part of dribble down don't you get????
Harl
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:20:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Leaving out milk and Stilton for Santa tonight--aha! Oho! A gerund Merry Christmas!
Mr. and Mrs. Earle D. Zorobbkin�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:18:57 (EST)

My two cents are: What kind of name is B'Hommad? Germanic?
Harl
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:16:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I wail and bellow that this is your last chrismas! may it be so for real!
B'Hommad
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:11:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh! I didn't expect that Old Poop Breightly would be so eloquent! He certainly doesn't TALK like a pig fucker!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:10:44 (EST)

My two cents are: If the GOP loses the bigots, it loses the only reason it has to exist, other than cutting taxes on rich guys.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:09:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Racism was good enough for Goldwater, for Nixon, for Reagan, for Poppy Bush, and it damn well better be good enough for Little George. Stick with the winning team. If the GOP loses the bigots, the GOP loses its soul.
Old Pooperoo
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:08:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Makes me rethink my position on abortion.
Catholic guy
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:07:59 (EST)

My two cents are: What kind of Catholic girl would make the sign of the platypus in the back seat of a Chevy then get all religious about purging the fruit of her sin?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:06:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Germanic? Great! It's about time we had a good German in a pivotal position. My people were German. The name St. Wolf is a loose translation of Harpe, meaning wolf in German.
Harlan St. Wolf, good German!
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:03:56 (EST)

My two cents are: " what do you think about abortion?" I said, rather taken aback: "Uh, I dunno." To which he responded: "Well, that's what you would have been if your mother wasn't Catholic." Back alley abortion?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:03:40 (EST)

My two cents are: As long as we don't have to desecrate the Confederate Flag in doing so.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:01:59 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know, RNC. Maybe someone should interview Old Poop Brightly and see how he feels about throwing in with the Jacksons.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:01:22 (EST)

My two cents are: This is a defining moment for the GOP. Should we cut ourselves adrift from our racist base and strengthen our minority support?
RNC
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 22:00:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Come on, Harlan. Can't you spot a Germanic name? You think the guy is a hebe or something?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 21:59:04 (EST)

My two cents are: What kind of name is Frist? Did he change it from First?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:57:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Why should Frist have to be vetted? If POTUS looked into the man's eyes and liked what he saw, that's good enough for me.
go fristy-frist go
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:42:07 (EST)

My two cents are: The radio says that in China it's cool to celebrate Christmas. All the hip dudes do it.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:09:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Frist is an amateur. Only a haole can understand racism.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:08:46 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought it was illegal for a white guy to go to medical school. Is that only in Cali?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:07:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Pretty amazing, isn't it? The guy had to swim upstream against Affirmative Action about ten years longer than the rest of us.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:07:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Frist is a white guy?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:06:16 (EST)

My two cents are: It's good to know there's a doc like Frist around, in an age when most of them are Mecca-bobbers or punjabis.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:03:32 (EST)

My two cents are: It's really good to know that Muslim immigrants don't get to share in America's most joyful holiday. Eat your hearts out, raghead traitors.
Ann Coulter
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 20:01:17 (EST)

My two cents are: I hope they vetted this guy, Frist. Whatever that means?
Harl
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:58:27 (EST)

My two cents are: He didn't become a wealthy surgeon by accident, you know????????
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:57:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't even have the passport yet, but it's on its way. Hadn't realized there were so many loose ends. Tickets? Reservations? Travel dates? Geesh!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:55:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Moron socialists. What is more productive than a crooked hospital? They're destroying American productivity! What is more productive than a crooked hospital?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:54:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Was it wrong for Sen. Frist to tell the American people that he did not know how patients� bill of rights legislation would affect his family�s company? Since many Americans feel quite strongly about health care and the way it works in this country could this issue explode for Frist? It was disingenuous. Let�s be honest. To suggest that that legislation would not affect the company is an insult to our intelligence. It�s clear to anyone that a major health-care company is very interested in the language and outcome of patients� bill of rights legislation. People are deeply bitter about health care in this country. Not just the uninsured, but also those with a problem who are trying to seek redress. When Congress deals with it [health care] and one of the senators dealing with it is a leading shareholder with one of the largest companies in the country and that company is, bottom line, a bad actor, voters are going to have a problem with that. There used to be a time in this country when a senator whose family company was found to have committed fraud would not have the temerity to stand election for anything�even dogcatcher.
bastard liberals....
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:52:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Frist�s situation is not necessarily atypical. What does his ascendancy and the presence of other compromised Senators past and present say about our system? We generally tolerate an awful lot of what I call legal corruption; things that don�t violate federal law but that look like hell. My answer is �welcome to Washington.� We have a lot of things going on in Washington that offend average Americans, but that are just fine by Washington standards. It�s normal for someone to promulgate public policy after taking money from those folks who are affected by the legislation. That is not illegal or, by Congressional standards, unethical but to most Americans it stinks. That�s why people despise or distrust politicians and it has something to do with why 100 million or more Americans stay home on election day. Here is Congress hammering out what are the rights of all Americans when it comes to health care and one of the key Senate leaders deeply involved in that process is a multimillionaire from a fraudulent health care company. Call me crazy if I have a problem with that.
more liebrals in the media
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:50:48 (EST)

My two cents are: THERE�S NO QUESTION about it: The heart surgeon�s quick rise to power has turned plenty of heads inside the Beltway. But Frist may have a few skeletons in the closet of his own. HCA, the largest hospital chain in the country, is run by Frist�s brother and was founded by his father. Frist himself owns millions in Columbia/HCA stock, kept in a blind trust. And even though Columbia/HCA had an obvious stake in the outcome of both the Congressional Medicare commission�s work and the patients� bill of rights legislation, Frist didn�t withdraw from either debate. In fact, the Tennessee senator took a leadership role in both instances. Meanwhile, Columbia/HCA had been the focus of the government�s longest-running health care fraud inquiry. On Wednesday, HCA announced an $880 million settlement with the Justice Department.
yawn
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:48:39 (EST)

My two cents are: What ends are loose? Haven't you got the visas the tickets, the reservation at the Arpoador yet? What's the big hangup?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:45:11 (EST)

My two cents are: I bought myself a book about the '00 election by Jeffry Toobin. Didn't notice the title. I figured it would have more factual material than the one next to it, which was titled something like "How Al Gore Tried To Steal the Election!"
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- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:43:56 (EST)

My two cents are: The C-SPAN public affairs cable network will broadcast every class of "The Clinton Presidency," a new course at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock that will examine the former president's achievements and scandals. Guest lecturers will include longtime Clinton lawyer David Kendall, Clinton confidant and counsel Bruce Lindsey, former NATO commander Wesley Clark and the former president himself. Clinton critics, including former House Speaker Newt Gingrich, also have been invited
it's so hard to let go of the big dog
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:35:21 (EST)

My two cents are: AIR QUALITY???????????????
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:32:23 (EST)

My two cents are: EVERYBODY HAS BEEN SHOT, and you're babbling about AFFIRMATIVE ACTION????????????????
Harl
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:29:32 (EST)

My two cents are: December 24, 2002 BY JESSE JACKSON headline:to hide GOP's agenda The Bush White House helped push the drive to dump Republican Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott after his infamous endorsement of Strom Thurmond's segregationist Dixiecrat party. Echoing unnamed White House advisers, Republicans argued that Lott would be an ''impediment to the passage of the president's agenda.'' What is that agenda? Lott was not in the way of tax cuts or war in Iraq. William Bennett, the Republican neoconservative who uses morality as a partisan club, exposed what worries Republican operatives on the Chris Matthews show. According to Bennett, Lott had to go because he would hinder the Republican drive to weaken civil rights laws. Of course, Bennett is too slick to say it that way. What he said was that Lott must go because his open endorsement of segregation would undermine Republican efforts to eliminate affirmative action. The Lott furor was particularly ill-timed because the Supreme Court has just agreed to rule on a landmark civil rights case concerning the University of Michigan's affirmative action policies in college admission. Conservatives want the administration to urge the court to overturn affirmative action programs, with the effect of dramatically weakening civil rights laws and decreasing diversity in America's colleges.
another liebral spouts the Jesse Jackson line
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:27:00 (EST)

My two cents are: EVERYBODY HAS BEEN SHOT, and all you can think about is MONEY????????????
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:26:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Pushed to privatize Social Security by diverting trillions of dollars to stockbrokers, putting the retirement cushion for millions of Americans at risk.
getting tired of these whiney socialists
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:21:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Refused to support an extension of unemployment benefits to about 750,000 American families whose benefits would run out three days after Christmas, until pressured by Congressional Democrats a week after front-page headlines announced that the nation's unemployment rate had reached 6 percent (an eight-year high) and that each week an additional 95,000 workers will lose their benefits. Bush changed his position in mid-December, but did not indicate whether he would advocate the twenty-six-week extension supported by Democrats or whether he would support extending benefits to jobless workers whose original round of benefits will soon run out.
unemployment benefits = sapped productivity
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:19:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Gave annual bonuses as large as $25,000 to top political appointees (who typically already earn $115,000 to $140,000), while cutting a pay raise, already passed by both houses of Congress, for 1.8 million federal employees. Bush said it would "interfere with our nation's ability to pursue the war on terrorism."
That one really smarts.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:17:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Tucked an additional rider into the Homeland Security bill that will allow American companies to win government contracts even if they have moved offshore to evade corporate taxes, while giving the new department a free hand to bypass civil service rules in promoting and firing workers and allowing the President to exempt unionized workers from collective bargaining agreements in the name of "national security."
Merry Xmas, Tax Traitors
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:16:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Added special-interest legislation to the Homeland Security bill that protects Eli Lilly, the giant pharmaceutical firm, from lawsuits over a preservative (thimerosal) in vaccines--which could result in the dismissal of thousands of suits filed by parents who claim that mercury in thimerosal has poisoned their children, causing autism and other neurological problems. John Ashcroft's Justice Department also asked a federal claims court to seal documents relating to hundreds of claims that thimerosal had caused these problems in children. (George W.'s dad sat on Lilly's board in the 1970s; White House budget director Mitchell Daniels Jr. is a former Lilly executive; and Bush appointed current Lilly CEO Sidney Taurel to sit on the President's Homeland Security Advisory Council).
Merry Xmas, Eli
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:15:53 (EST)

My two cents are: I was thinking I should maybe visit next week, tie up the loose ends on this vacation thing.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:15:32 (EST)

My two cents are: The stark truth is most of these people must have not voted or voted republican. America is a democracy you see, and with a republican president, house and senate. nobody has any bitching room. This is the payoff. the gutting of the economy. The racism, the profits of oil and warfare. The snorting of our social security checks.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:13:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, but no child will be left behind, traitor!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:10:22 (EST)

My two cents are: The socks still feel pretty nice.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:08:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Number of seniors who will be cut off meal programs because of Bush budget: 36,000. Number of families who will be cut off of heating assistance because of the Bush budget: 532,000. Number of homeless kids who will be cut off of education programs because of Bush budget: 8,000. Number of kids who will be cut off of after-school programs because of the Bush budget: 50,000. Number of kids who will be cut off of child care because of Bush budget: 33,000. Number of workers who will be cut off of unemployment insurance on Dec. 28 because of Bush budget: 1 million.
i
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:06:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:05:45 (EST)

My two cents are: The only president we've got went down to the Capitol Area Food Bank in Washington, D.C., the other day for a photo op with people who can't afford to eat. "I hope people around this country realize that agencies such as this food bank need money. They need our contributions. Contributions are down. They shouldn't be down in a time of need," said Bush.
he does care
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 19:05:29 (EST)

My two cents are: So what? Big fat hairy deal. A federal judge said something. What was that, judge? I didn't hear you. Maybe you should tell it to my pal Ashcroft.
Gates
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 18:49:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Good news, Glimp! Some judge left over from Democratic appointments said that MicroSoft has to distribute genuine Java! Maybe you can go Windows! Guess it depends on how many poison pills you can swallow. Maybe you should just lie quiet and thank the Bush Administration for letting Gates go. The more freedom Ashcroft gives Gates, the more demand there will be for guys who can sort out disasters.
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- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 17:55:30 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd go tonight but I'd have no water, unless I spent a couple hours digging it out of the snow-blower slag in the dark. I'll go get the cheddar instead.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 17:51:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Rummy's right. We can beat North Korea with one hand tied behind our Arab.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 17:49:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Ply that woman with Xanax, my friend.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 17:40:11 (EST)

My two cents are: That stuff about all the food on the coastal plain has me thinking maybe I should up my Xanax dose. I'm going to go over to Trader Joe's and get a slab of Extra Sharp Cheddar so I can put a slice on my Mrs. Smith's frozen apple pie. Planning on eating a few slices off the Chipotle barbacoa burrito for dinner, then warm up the pie and spoon some of the drippings over the cheese slice. Then in the morning when God sets the birds a-titter drive up the mountain and dig the water cut-off out of the snow-blower slag. Of course there's always a chance of loose women at the Sasquatch.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 17:29:07 (EST)

My two cents are: It is with some pride that I can report that parts of it ARE good.
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- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 17:22:10 (EST)

My two cents are: I've read the first two installments, its pretty good!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:45:10 (EST)

My two cents are: The president* is a monkey. Check it out http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/many_faces_of_dubyuh.htm
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:33:17 (EST)

My two cents are: I know, candycane man makes perfect sense, not linear western sense necessarily, bit even on that level it works to a point. Whoever has a problem with this has certainly never eaten dog food.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:22:33 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd read candycaneman before one of your open letters. Tell us about getting "deaned" by the older boy in the drainage ditch again.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:20:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Makes perfect sense to me. Especially the good parts.
Remind me to tell you about the Chain Man
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:19:40 (EST)

My two cents are: One could fill a couple of slop-buckets, too.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:10:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, anon, I will say one thing, you can't squeeze blood out of a turnip and neither can you do so with OVIT, even using ticketchick's napkin. I'm wondering though if you aren't the three Percodan hung over dwarf that was seen in the shadows of the movie Pi. That would make that horseshit below make sense. Aloha cowards, time for me to see Lord of the Rings. Ho Ho Ho.
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:07:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Nope, that is the truth, as usual. Still not a demonrat. Anyway, the Navy guy was the one who did the adopting of the fortunately sired Catholic boy. One could fill an episode of Oprah with the nonsense that has passed before my nodes.
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 16:01:38 (EST)

My two cents are: There we go, all ready for a nice read on xmas eve.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:58:57 (EST)

My two cents are: CHAPTER 6 If Plato were alive in 1953, he'd probably have abandon the lame cave parable, he probably would have substituted sock puppets. The puppets representing the liberal lies that people told themselves, a big black sock puppet would be the Black King, and a lacy sock puppet with clocks from Au Bon Marche would be the King of France. The thin dude liked to think of things like that, near the winter solstice when the days were short and the nights were long and looking back over the sage-brush it never looked like he'd covered much ground, sometimes a stoplight in some godforsaken wide spot in the road east of Elko wouldn't disappear for two days, and the nights were extra cold. At first he'd tried pushing the Bultaco forward, but couldn't see over the blankets and kitchenware and sociology books on the handlebars and would lose the track and stumble trundle into sage stobs and old ruts from the Donner Party. Turning it around and pushing backward had been a lucky stroke, who would have believed it would be so much easier? Step by slow step he backed the motorcycle across the Great Basin. He was heading either east from Elko or west from it, he'd lost track which direction he was going in the switchover. It didn't matter. If Anaximander had been born in 1972 he'd probably think the whole world was made of plastic, instead of the improbable wood. Bruce Rosen said, in the dorms one night, that the best thing about LSD was understanding Plato's parable of the cave. That might have been right about where everything had gone wrong, seeing Bruce sitting cross-legged on the floor holding a piece of crumpled colored paper in his had, saying that it was "striving paper", a shadow of paper cast on a smoky cave wall striving to become the thing shadowed. The Dorm Mother had presided over the trial, caught red-handed with a gallon jug of Muscatel and individual portions of Vache Qui Rit goopy cheese and a loaf of that southern Utah French bread in the laundry room, and she had come up to him in the hallway before and leaned toward him with her fat mile motherly faced and hissed that she was going to fry him in hot grease, and all he could think of was striving paper and the women with big tits in Playboy, how one of them might some day rub her leg against his and how he would leap onto the table and call for the holy grail. It was all too confusing, until you finally found out something useful, like the way this motorcycle seems to guide itself across the prairie, so that you hardly have to look in the mirrors. At Wendover there was no bike shop, but surprisingly enough there was an industrial-safety distributions center, and he'd bought one of those large convex mirrors about two feet across like the ones they had at the Dorm, and a pair of clamps like the ones they'd fix it from the overhead fire-pipes with at well-trafficked corners to keep scholars from bumping into one another coming around the turns when the breakfast bell rang. Sure, it was heavy for a dirt bike, clamped onto the handlebars with a steel bracket, but throwing away the impact wrench at Muscatine compensated for that, he could carry the whole tool kit, five sizes of hex keys and a pair of aviation-snips, in his hip pocket, if he'd had a hip pocket. The Koreans downtown had taken care of that, with their razors, and happy to get rid of the weight, no belt or belt-loops, no pockets, no wallet, no wristwatch, just the Durkheim and the blue stretch pants and the Faberware piled on the handlebars. At night he'd stop at a farmhouse and back the rig into the chicken coop just as slick and easy as an Italian lady skinning calamari, pull the eiderdown out of the coffee-can he'd wired to the empty motor-mount studs back in Moline and read about geometry by candlelight. The farmers would always ask for his matches before giving permission to sleep in the coop, and he'd learned to carry a few extras hidden in his sock, to get the candle started. The greasy chain he wore around his neck as a sort of penance, that and the engine case and the clutch and ignition covers stacked one on top of the other on his head. He recognized that he'd marginalized himself. He saw it in the way the children named him if he stayed too long in any one place, he'd hear them talking about the Chain Man or Crankcase-Head and know it was meant for him. In the backward places, the hills south of Gallipolis, Ohio, or near the west 'Bama line, where the mothers still talked about the magic in a bogey man, if a metric allen-headed bolt slipped out through the slits in his pockets he'd hear a brave one or two scampering up behind him to get it for the gris-gris. One time in a dusty valley town out west he'd wheeled backwards through a take-out line, fixing to get himself a burger maybe like the ones he remembered, the bun fried in mustard and the patties stacked ten deep, enough to feed a whole fraternity or one sorrowful shuffling man in greasy slippers, and a pimply skinny girl like a spotted sack of coathangers gave him what he thought was the eye. It was the eye all right, the crossed eye of gotcha, and he spent the next three hours tied to a chair in the Manager's office getting beaten with rubber hoses by people wearing paper hats. When he woke up there was nothing but holes where the bolts had been, and his head ached like a three-Percodan hangover, and his fingertips were gone. Sometimes he ached to turn the Bultaco in for a shopping cart, for something anonymous and safe, trade the iron on his head and the aftermarket battery and the kickstand for a baseball cap with some safe logo, John Deere, Caterpillar, East Bay Coors Distribution Center. There was something comfortable about the Bultaco, though, that a Safeway cart never had, a memory of Madrid twenty years ago, the dull girls in black trousers pretending to have fun on the Escoril, and the tapas bartenders too frightened to talk, and the doors all locked after dark so you had to clap your hands and wait for the hunchback to lurch up from the corner with the key, and once you got in your room being able to look into the room across the street, at old women and children rolling cigars to sell at the bullfights. A whole civilization evolved down to produce handrolled cigars, cheap pistols, black woolen pants, and the world's best memory of a dirt bike. Y los suenos suenos son. The Spaniard knew bikes, you could tell that from the old men hauling baskets of chickens to market on the velocipede. He knew dirt, too, the old bicycle man told the tale and the hundreds of years of stabbing at moors or Frenchmen or Swiss mercenaries back and forth across the peninsula, and then turning the halberds on one another, Castile against Catalonia, on the off days. The Spaniard had taken the dirt bike up from the horse and the bicycle, it was a lunged creature you sat on trying to stick a pike into tomorrow's tapas. The Jap, without the benefit of culture, had swarmed out of his anthill and devolved his version of the motorcycle down from his passing mastery of the airplane, remembering in postwar years all those plywood Zekes that had seemed so nimble in '41 shot down by heavy anaheim iron and deciding to make the bikes heavy, so you had to use the impact driver to take off the ignition cover. Funny how the best thing you could twist steel into turned out to be built by the same people who taught the Germans how to dive-bomb civilians. Sometimes, on his Bultaco, he felt like he was a Luftwaffe pilot flying high over Catalonia, high over Castile, a National Socialist looking for kapitalistas. There is one, with a pitchfork and a barn full of horses, a house full of women and children, and I dive there, deep into the corner, deeper than you can imagine. I plant my bomb deep within this infestation. The heavy iron would come later, four, maybe five years later, its heavy impact-wrench culture imposed upon the good culture of my fathers. They would bury us under a ton of their vile bombs, and the Russian, with his heavy tanks and his disrespect for life, for Aryan life, would come and burn and lick up the pieces. CHAPTER SEVEN Seeing Candycane Man hauled off like that didn't really draw any compassion out of burger girl. Him and his fucking napkins and all. All the red and white, especially the twinkling of the ambulance lights in the rain and the fat lady's hat did remind her of Christmas though, and of her dreams of a career in show-biz. A green elf suit with some matching green leotards center stage at the right mall with a good santa, not a drunken santa, and a professional photographer that mailed out the pictures, not selling sleazy polaroids like you get when ginger lynn or annie sprinkle does a show at the local strip club. All that came to an end though, a horrible end. She got a gig righteous enough - going ho-ho-ho in the green elf suit and all, but when the proofs and the screen tests came back there she was on a can of creamed corn and a can of green beans going ho-ho-ho like some awkward demented chlorophyll giant. Zit-ridden Burger Girl watched as Mr. Bitterman, manager of the burger joint, snored on. His head was sprawled on the formica, as it always was this time of night; he always passed out at the stroke of midnight, their own secret Cinderella. Zit Girl wondered was there was for him to dream about so long. Sometimes, as she was swabbing down the counter, she had to haul his head up by the hair, and swab where his head had been, and then set it down again. She tried to do it lightly, gently, but Bitterman just slept on, obvlious. He didn't care one way or the other. Some folks were like that, Zit Girl knew. �Why couldn't the idiot swab right over him�, Bitterman thought to himself, nestled so close to the formica he was almost one with it. Not that he made a move, of course. It wasn't that often he got to sleep at all, so when he did, it was a precious moment. In his dream life, life was filled with precious moments. You could tell because of all the brand names, and car parts. Everyone had a style of course, and that was his. It's not as if I have no intersections, he was thinking to himself, for he was always thinking, though the waitresses who had to clean around him had no idea, they just saw him passed out on the counter, regular as clockwork. There were world within worlds for Bitterman, and for his ilk, too, sometimes intersecting with Grossmier, sometimes with a tree-hugging insect, sometimes with the Bultaco guy, or even with the Bultaco itself--or himself, as the animate Bul preferred it. In his lucidity, he wondered. Am I a man dreaming that I am a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming that I am a man . . . . (toda la vida es) (el sueno de la razon produce monstruos) (sueno, y los suenos suenos son) . Goyan tesseracts. Naturally occurring computational systems . . . Points of intersection, not unlike the monads of Spinoza, which have no windows. Unless and until they do. For several days he'd been noticing that some of the cigarette butts were thicker than the others, smoked down to a length close to double the diameter, darkened on ends sucked by heavy lips. The tobacco was different, too, dark and coarse, yet oddly soothing in a rough way, for the one or two drags he could get from them. At first, when he noticed their numbers increasing, he had field-stripped them and saved the tobacco and rolled it in thin paper torn from his Blackstone, but lately he'd sniped each one up hungrily for the one or two drags, and had been able to save only a few crumbles, dropping half of that as his eyes flickered across the mirror, searching the the road behind for the next one. The dwarf was right, he thought, I am getting closer. CHAPTER EIGHT The dwarf had said something about a bridge. It was garbled, the voice dropping a half-step with the speed dieseling out of the Seminole yards somewhere near the middle of a quarter mile of sugar-beet hoppers for Decatur, but it didn't matter, he'd learned long ago to check under the bridges. Sometimes there would be nothing but damp corners and the smell of piss, but sometimes there were Triple Jack empties, and old fire rings, and pieces of styrofoam hamburger tubs. He'd found a guitar string and an eight-inch Skilsaw cabinet blade with three teeth missing under a bridge, and not long ago a half-melted roll of duck tape with the price-tag still on it; and once, not far outside Tulsa, he'd found a whole cardboard box from a Kenmore electric dryer, folded and doubled and tied up with green braided 120-lb-test tarpon line as if somebody had sized it exactly for laying from the crossbar to the rear fender and holding it there by stretching the line down and hooking it over the axle nuts. He always checked the bridges, knowing that whatever it was he was looking for might be there, and half-expecting to find a pile of fat white cigarette butts full of dark balkan leaf, some of them hardly even smoked yet, like the ashtray in front of a free public library or a county courthouse. Once he found a man sleeping, and through the gray whiskers and grease he fancied a resemblance to his sociology professor, a man he'd last seen two or three decades earlier the day they kicked him out of the dorms and out of college, after the Durkheim lecture, examining the ceramic jar of peyotyl grindings his graduate TA had brought back from Sonora. But he had feared disturbing the sleeping man, and had turned around and backed quietly up the embankment toward the bike. There was something universal about bridges, they all had spans for one thing. Sure sometimes the spans were different, like the different wentworth spanners that came in the toolkit of a Greeves, but still, something was universal. He recognized order and variation when he saw it. And the dead professor under the bridge, that represented intellect and time, but all at once so they weren't either, but both, which just wasn't the same. He needed to write this all down. Since he was out of napkins he grabbed the nearest turnip and carved OVIT on the side with his buck. Then he held the turnip up to the sun and looked at its shadow so he could see what it was. The dwarf hadn't taught him much, but he'd taught him how to interpret the world through shadows. Usually there was something under bridges. After a while of course, not right away because if something was right under them they wouldn't be bridges. The ground didn't have a shadow, which was why it could never be a bridge. Sometimes the bridges were over cars, sometimes they were over trout. People thought they were over rivers and other roads but this was wrong. They were bridges over other cars and other trouts. Bridges keep things from intersecting when people thought they shouldn't Usually there was something under bridges. After a while of course, not right away because if something was right under them they wouldn't be bridges. The ground didn't have a shadow, which was why it could never be a bridge. Sometimes the bridges were over cars, sometimes they were over trout. People thought they were over rivers and other roads but this was wrong. They were bridges over other cars and other trouts. Bridges keep things from intersecting when people thought they shouldn't. So the bridges didn't join two things, bringing them together (which they never really did because if they were together there wouldn't have a span or be a bridge therefore, even though there would still be a Greeves). Besides, he thought, a span wasn't anything at all, it was where there was nothing, simply put. Bridges kept things apart which is why he never pushed the Bultaco across one. The dead sociology professor knew this, it's why he was under the bridge and not on it. Partly out of kindness and partly just to complete the intersection he gave the dead man a nudge with his steeltoe and sent him rolling down the embankment into the street below. He rolled slowly at first, but gathered speed quickly, enough speed to get him into the second lane before the first intersection with a speeding blue corvair which could have been a trout if it was a different bridge, but it wasn't and it didn't matter because he would have rolled the dead guy into the trouts just the same as if they had been corvairs. I hit the brakes hard, as hard as I could, when I saw the dead socialist trying to cross two lanes of traffic. Hit them hard enough to bring the front seats to where the empty maderia bottles were just a second before. And the bottles were angry and noisy about being disturbed from motion that had become like rest to them and the flew through the air inside the corvair smashing into each other and shattering all around me and exploding against the steel dash. Actually, from the bottles' points of view, it was the corvair backing up which didn't make sense either because if the corvair was backing up I wouldn't be intersecting with the dead guy. What the could I do? Swerve? That's about when I saw the guy with the Bultaco. CHAPTER NINE There was some more snickering when they wheeled Candycane Man out of the ambulance and into the ER. Seems the EMT's passed the story along to the ER nurses - a gang of thugs unto themselves that checked the blood pressure of trauma victims like most people check the goodyears before vacation in the mini-van. The triage nurse put two little wristbands on the Candycane man, a red one, and a white one. The red one said "I'm a Fucking Bozo", and the white one said "Me Too". The thug ER nurses didn't stop with the wristbands. They pulled out their make-up. some foundation, some rouge the color of borscht for the cheeks. One of them even gathered a fistful of silver tinsel off the tree in the lobby and glued it on his chin for a beard. With the fat lady's santa hat and all the red and white gauze he looked quite the festive Christmas nightmare. He thought he was getting treatment, that they were cleaning him up. He was getting the treatment alright. "It'll be just a few minutes sir" one of them said as she wheeled the debauched spectacle back out in the waiting area. "I'm going to connect you to this monitor now" she said as she wrapped a string of the little multi-colored flashing Christmas lights around and around him and plugged them in. He sat in the corner, near the tree. festooned with lights and make-up and the red and white hat. They had called his wife to come pick him up. Someone else was going to have to open the in and out in the morning he thought. And his present for burger-zit girl, it was still in his locker inside a plastic bag inside a paper bag. The new coat, the rabbit fur jacket. He wanted to see it on her so badly while he called her "daddy's little whore" It wasn't that Grossmier was creating karma at all. Grossmier was a conduit, and so were the EMT�s and the thuggish ER nurses. That was the part Candycane man didn't grok. It's also why his wife stopped by the in and out to grab a few things from his locker on her way down to the hospital in the dodge caravan. There was a spot on the backseat like milky soap, and some kind of odor inside it, Brasilian she thought, Brasilian musk. She found the rabbit jacket in the locker sure enough, and it wasn't her size. Best bet was that it would fit the chicken-looking zit-girl poring over the deep fryer. But she knew it wasn't burgerzit's fault, burgerzit was off to the side of what was happening, away from the epicenter like Grossmier but not like Grossmier because although they were both off to the side, Grossmier knew it and played with it like watching the water change course when you move your foot in a stream. Mrs. Candycane man knew what had to be done. Mrs. Candycane threw the rabbit whore coat in the back of the caravan and headed for the hospital. How could he she thought, those poor fucking rabbits. Fucking rabbits, that was good. She smiled to herself. She'd fucked like a rabbit once upon a time. Professor Trotyodogsky and every other socialist in the Sociology 101 class at sagebrush Community College. The slap of the windshield wipers brought her back. Son of a bitch. She oughta get those windshield wipers fixed. They couldn't slap her if they were on the outside of the winders like they'ze supposed to be. It was still relatively quiet in the ER. the full moon had passed and the holiday family violence hadn't yet started to escalate. She walked briskly up to the admissions desk and with a giggle the clerk pointed behind her to the twisted dementia beside the tree. "Thank you', Mrs. Candycane man said. He was sleeping, 38 inches of slobber hanging from his mouth to the floor as she leaned in close to where his left ear used to be. "YOU FUCKING GRUNION" she screamed "YOU FUCKING GRUNION". Startled, he tried to get up but fell flat on his face because he was entwined in the Christmas lights which continued to flash. That was when she pulled the rabbit coat out of the bag. Everything in the ER seemed to stand still at that point. She was holding it up at arms length. It cast a sort of spectral shadow as he looked up at it, at her, fear and confusion filled his eyes. "Eat it" she screamed, "Eat this fucking coat" and kicked him hard in the ribs. It was his dream, he began to realize, he'd been consumed by his dream and now she was going forcing him to consume the dream. The grunion ate themselves. Like the donner party. he was beginning to understand. Sometimes it seemed as if his whole life had been spent chasing grunion that never flopped up the sandy beach. It was like that 38 inches from the floor to the tip of your peaked hat, barely able to see over the rabbit-skin steering wheel cover on the Corvair, driving madly from beach to beach three days on each side of every full moon, the zinc buckets rattling in the back seat like Madeira jugs. Big people, sure, they could see over the wheel, see out the side windows and spot phosphoresence that eluded the little people, they could run out onto the beach with long sure strides and scoop the grunion up by the wash-tub-load in the time it took to unstrap the booster harness. By the time a dwarf was at the foamy edge every last one would have flopped back into the wide Pacific headed for who knew where, maybe the Kiska Triangle that had sucked down so many vessels, leaving only garbled mystery, ten torpedoes left, awaiting instructions, and then silence, not even a Jap encounter report. He'd tried to shout it out, shout it into the wind at the ragged man, the man with crankcases and pitstands piled on his head, that he'd spotted from his perch high on the beets that time in Seminole. That's the best you could do, shout it out to a ragged man pushing a motorcycle frame with all the hard blue parts piled on his head, hoping he could hear it over the howling of the three big road units, hoping that at least one person would hear it and understand it Candycane man ate the coat. It took him an hour, sitting there in the corner still wrapped in the blinking lights. The nylon stitching was the worst, like tarpon line but thinner and it cut his gums making blood run down his tinsel beard into which clumps of the rabbit fur seemed to stick in gnarly matted clumps. When he was done, the orderlies wheeled him out and pushed him onto the floor in front of the backseat in the caravan. "Wanna stop for a burger, shithead?" Mrs. Candycaneman sneered as she turned the key. The caravan fired up flawlessly with the windshield wipers slapping her in the face. Left, then right. then left again. then right. Always passing the center you see, which is why one way was left and the other right. Candycaneman was moaning on the floorboards as she stuffed a brasilian samba tape into the cassette deck. It couldn't get any worse he thought. CHAPTER TEN I was pretty much stopped under the bridge after my intersection with the dead socialist. the guy with the bultaco and the funny hat was still on top of the embankment off to the side. I eased the corvair onto the shoulder and got out to check the dead socialist and the corvair for damage. I'd lost the right headlight and some of the chrome trim and wondered why trains only have one headlight in the middle and that if they built cars like trains how I'd still have a headlight, only in the center, but I had one on the left and then remembered that trains don't have steering wheels. The dead socialist fared worse. his carcass had split and when I stooped to look at what I first thought were worms writhing out from his innards I quickly realized they were grunions. About that time a fellow corvair driver, a brother in arms, stopped on the other side of the non-intersection to see if he could render aid. There were two headlights in the distance but he managed to cross the non-intersection with ease. "Elf" I asked? "Dwarf" he replied, "aint no stinkin' elf motherfucker". That's when he saw the grunion all fishy and squirming out of the dead socialist onto the pavement. "GRUNION" he screamed, and started stuffing them in his pockets and his mouth, swallowing them whole. The lights of the distant vehicle were closer now. The guy with the Bultaco was still off to the side, well off to the side and still, both I suppose. If you know what I mean. The distant lights arrived, and a girl-leg that would stop a train slid out and down from behind the door of dodge caravan. "Is everything alright" she called from across what still wasn't an intersection with a voice that was sharp and edgy but clear like grace slicks. too bad she never sang bird on a wire I thought. There was a clicking coming from her shoes as she crossed the pavement. This was a new development. I thought I had my finger on things, but the dead socialist, the dwarf, the Bultaco guy and Candycaneman were all moving closer together. It was almost y2k and it seemed like critical mass wasn't far off. I fumbled. I fumbled in my pockets, in the glovebox of the corvair, and in the front trunk looking for a tire gauge. It was the only thing that would work. "You're left front tire looks low lady" i said, trying to break the ice, which had begun to fall. "I don't give a fuck" she said, and walked over to where the dead socialist was laying. "I know him" she said, "he's a socialist". "Was a socialist" offered the dwarf in between fistfuls of grunion. About that time Candycaneman had slid the side door of the minivan open and began crossing what was beginning to intersect. He was shuffle-stepping on the ice with the Christmas lites still tying his legs together and looked like a cook in an Austin burger joint. But it wasn't about Austin burgers, it was about in and out burgers and rabbit fur coats and zitchick and hard fries and corvairs and bultacos and grunion and madeira bottles and bateson and spinoza all beginning this slow collision at an intersection that wasn't. I needed to step to the side, I needed a tire gauge. Or at least a piece of alder. That's when the Bultaco guy kicked the shadow of the turnip. The shadow moved slowly down the embankment, rolling and rolling, faster and faster and faster until you couldn't tell if it was rolling or falling. Mrs. Candycaneman was dragging the dead socialist toward the minivan mumbling "Trotyodogsky, Trotyodogsky" over and over and over. And the grunions were still spilling out of him, splashing around in the freezing sleet. Candycaneman slipped in the grunion at the precise moment the turnip shadow shattered his skull and fell backward into the broken glass I'd tossed out of the corvair. "I don't know about you buddy" said the dwarf as he looked up at me, "but I'm going down to the in and out for a burger and some crispy fries, I hear there's a gal working down there what looks like a chicken with zits". "Yeah" I said, I heard that too. So there on Christmas eve the grunion dwarf headed off to woo burgerzit and Mrs. Candycaneman was reunited with what was left of Trotyodogsky, the Bultaco guy was still off to the side somewhere and I was pulling off in the myopic corvair into the sleet leaving Candycane man to become reinterpreted as roadkill after traffic had squished the giant furball out of his stomach. Conclusion I talked to Grossmier a few days later, he said he had a quiet evening studying Escher prints until the book collapsed in his hands. Evil.
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- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:56:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Chapter 3 The Bultaco was sentient, too, but no one, so far, had noticed. It--or rather he--Buddah, as he called himself, lay quiet under the tarp, waiting for the rest of them to finish off the other one, or take him to a rest home, or do whatever humans did in the last analysis. Then he would throw off the tarp, then, when he was alone, and spend a few precious hours of solitutde buzzing around and around the empty, echoing garage, speeding around in circles, making the blessed mystical circles of his kind. Leaving the precious oil, which fell in drops. The drops making constellations on the floor, which passed as meaningless to humankind. He and his kind knew their meaning. But who of the humans would listen to the Bultaco's roar? It was just a machine, to them. More bullshit A Bultaco running in a garage is ear-splitting. believe me, an expansion chamber is not a muffler. Could be fun, though. Does a sentient Bul have ears? Take the bul by the horns. The sentient bul only listens for a bike that may behind it. the garage gets full of blue pre-mix exhaust pretty quick. I generally ran castrols premix 2 stroke oil. its a good smell, rivals musk and white diamonds. I generally ran an eight inch uni foam sock filter soaked in oil hoseclamped straight to the amal. The Bul had a still airbox under the seat but the uni was simpler - at least if you weren't in alot of watery mud. What they've done to dirtbikes is a crime, check out a new eight thousand dollar watercooled 240 pound 28 horsepower yamaha 400 4-stroke. yukkkkk. All that made the Bul an excellent bike sure enough, but the real crowning glory was the way it handled. Like no other bike. Sweet and sure. Forgiving, I've heard it called. A Bul's handling could bail you out of trouble, a quick twist of the throttle would generally put one back into a straight line. One thing I have learned, if a bike ain't easy to push backward into the chicken coop, it ain't gonna handle much better running. If a bike is clumsy and awkward to push around the garage, its design is bad, the frame geometry wrong, shift levers and kick starters hanging out and catching on things will do the same thing on the track as well. Not balanced properly, weight distribution front and rear is wrong. Look at it this way, if it won't go where you want it not running, its not going to do any better when it is. Chapter 4 A brown dog squatted on a toilet, or rather hunched there, his four paws bunched together along the slick n back humped and trembling. Why did they try it, he thought, why did they try to teach me how to do this? Sure, I missed the papers a few times, I'll admit it, and I know how the big one who brings the food bowl hates to scoop up the turds from the sidewalk or even the petunia-beds, but maybe if he would get down and smell them, learn how to read them and the lessons they tell, it would be different. They must think I'm a damned cat, but a dog doesn't have static balance, a dog's balance is like a motorcycle's balance, it happens running, not hunched over some fucking oubliette waiting for the record of his whole recent history to drop in and wash away like catshit. The dog is dynamic balance, he earns his chuck running, the paws got to move and move fast, he's digitigrade, on his toes not a big fat ass, his tail is part of it only streaming in the wind, rocking behind, balance all the way to the tip of the snout, maybe telegraphing what the snout senses, not curled up against a lid and the end dipped into somebody else's gry else's green-blue chrome corrosion and black fungus and dead hairs. The next thing you know, thought the big brown dog, the bitch will try to teach me to back into a chicken coop. Bateson described consciousness as a dog running with its tongue out. The dog lives to run, and runs to live, leaving his excretium any old where he does not have to lie down, only maybe come upon it again, running, and pause to savor it like an old magazine. The dog is the motorcycle of the animal world, a small motorcycle running in a friendly gang, like a troop of Japanese civil engineers on a cafe-racer holiday to Osaka, or an association of fat Nebraska beet farmers and their wives on Gold Wings, or a snarling pack of southeast Oakland methedrine thugs on chopped Harleys. A dog doesn't back up into a chicken coop, hell, he doesn't back up anywhere, has no reverse gear; a dog is forward, his eyes are focused forward, his ears, his nose, because that is where he is going, and he has no interest in what lies behind, unless it may be approached in a glorious loop, leaning inward like a pinnace hauled close to a fresh gale. There is no useful balance to a still dog, other than a balanced required to collect the fruits of the next forward motion, or to appreciate the possibilities of a new direction. The dog is so well-equipped for running that at a pace that is balls-out speed in most creatures he need use only three of his four legs, carrying the fourth folded in reserve. His brakes are laughable, and coming to a sudden stop he is at his worst, although given room, an adequate runway, he can shed velocity gracefully. At rest, he is often disgusting, licking his genitalia or biting his hocks, a creature from Heironymous Bosch. In old age, when his legs have lost their spring, he is little better than a wheelbarrow capable of carrying nothing more than his own memories of speed. Chapter 5 (part one) I hit second turning out of the driveway when I realized I'd left my Gauloises in the garage. A cup of coffee at Denny's just wouldn�t work without them. Grossmier was burning the guy's arm with one of them when I got back inside, which seemed futile as the guy was pretty much past that level of pain by now anyway. Grossmier said he was doing it for the aroma, nothing more, and tossed the Gauloises at me from across the room. Karma, I tried to figure for a moment. Was the guy in the chair's karma bad or was Grossmier just accruing some? Maybe it was like the sand in a sandbox, piling up here but lower over there now, still there never being anymore sand in the box than there already was. Except for the occasional addition of a cat turd. It was raining when I left the manifestation of karma in the garage and went back outside. The corvair was idling smoothly, which it only did in the rain, when it was raining, I mean, because it would still idle smoothly in the covered eat-in-your-car spaces at the In-and Out Burger when it was raining even though it wasn't in the rain. There'd been some flak at the in-and-out lately. Something about a young girl and an old guy. I wheeled the corvair around, U-turn, middle of the street, fuck ralphie I thought. If this chick was hot enough to hock the family Christmas for, I at least wanted a good look. I had made the U-turn pretty fast. fast enough to generate a squawk in the rear axle that could be heard above the clattering empty madeira bottles in the back seat pretending to be in motion while they were actually trying to remain at rest as the car spun beneath them. It was a matter of perception as to if they were actually flying across the backseat at all. Still the effect was the same and after the fishtailing straightened out I fumbled to light another Gauloises and headed to the In and Out Burger with the Madeira bottles resting quietly again. It was 3 in the afternoon, that littoral time between rushes at the in-and-out. A time for short breaks and for leaning casually on the counter in cameradic chitchat with one's co-workers. I had two issues before me now. What to order, and how to figure out which girl was the petunia in question. The corvair idled smoothly in the rain - out of the rain - at the In-and-Out Burger, under the awning, while it was raining of course. It was a blue corvair, tinny, light blue, and had some heat-oxidation-white-spots over the rear where the magnificent engine set. And the dual monza exhaust cloud was white in the rain too. In the rain. That much was well, and the Madeira bottles were resting again, quietly stationary in the back seat as I pored over the menu posted by the drive-up talky-box. It was a form of communication, I thought, something worth study, this communication thing. But other matters were pressing. "Order Sir?" squawked the box. Was it her? the home-wrecker? or was the homewrecker a carhop? She could be the p.m. salad prep. I had to be careful. The starfish sandwich looked good but I'd heard they were stale. The foot-long hot dog seemed a tad forward and too stupid but possibly able to be passed off later as a passive aggressive joke. About that time Ketiels 440 cuda rumbled into the parkinglot going the wrong way through the drive through. Son-of-a-bitch never got the hang of living north of the equator Grossmier's 'cuda clamored in the drive thru lane. Still pointing the wrong way as he inched it up almost to the pick-up window. I hadn't ordered yet, or spotted the burger babe. The corvair was still idling smoothly, for which I was glad because something told me all hell was about to break loose. From that point on, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Grossmier got out of the 'cuda and walked toward the trunk. I looked around the in-and-out and nobody was moving. "Stick-up", I thought, they're thinking stick-up. Grossmier opened the trunk, looked around briefly, and then dragged the guy who had been in the chair in the garage out. He looked pretty rough but was still alive. A blood-soaked t-shirt was tied around his head where his left ear used to be and his hands were covered in blood where Grossmier had cut his fingertips off. The fingertips, always the fingertips. it was like a signature for Grossmier. Grossmier got the guy to his feet and then shoved him toward the sidewalk in front of the door kicking one of the guy�s legs behind the other as he pushed to send him sprawling face first into the pavement. Grossmier turned and shut the trunk. Then he reached into the pocket of his plaid shirt (Grossmier always wore plaid) and pulled out something silver about the size of a ballpoint pen. He bent down beside the car, took a valve cap off the left rear tire and checked the air pressure. Then he went to the right side and proceeded to do the same thing except he checked the right side twice. Grossmier was a cold, evil motherfucker but I had to admire the way he used the tire gauge to suspend the crowd in statue-like silence for an extra ninety seconds. It was like art. In a way. Grossmier got into the 'cuda and backed out of the drive-thru, turned around and pulled out. I saw him put his turnsignal on just before goosing the 'cuda into the street and scratching his tires for half a city block. Grossmier had done it. He'd suspended praxis. and with a tire gauge. but only momentarily. The world around me was about to start moving again, in one of two ways. The guy could be ignored, or somebody could do something. A fat lady in a mini-van two cars down screamed out "I'm calling 911" as she punched into her cell phone. And then the manager ran out and helped the guy to one of the little cement tables with the ionic column legs. It's funny the way people look for authority in a crisis and find it in a little brass nameplate on a guy wearing a red vest and a white paper hat. The carhop girls had started screaming now, except one. She was on her hands and knees beside the building puking and heaving like there was no tomorrow. The burger babe, I thought, that's her, plain as day Waves of nausea swept kept her convulsing her, again and again, till there was nothing left for her but the dry heaves. She could hardly keep up with them, there was no time to think about the crowd staring toward her, or staring toward the bloody thing Grossmier had dumped in front of everyone. Finally, the last retching ceased, and headed for the washroom, oblivious to anything. She splashed cold water on her face, checked herself in the mirror--still there. She picked a crumpled napkin out of her pocket, wiped her mouth with it, then noticed the ghastly scrawl on it. The bastard just couldn't help himself, could he? She tossed it in the trash, spat at it, and then headed back out where a cop car had just pulled out, and a fat sergeant with glasses was taking down stories from all the witnesses. Some shit pointed in her direction, and the segeant from Compton sidled over to her. "You know this guy, miss?" he asked. She shook her head, not really lying. She didn't know him. He was just a regular who didn't know how to tip, or even how to order at the In-N-Out. There was a whole pattern to it, there was a language, but he either wouldn't learn or couldn't. He was the kind of guy who scribbled shit down on napkins like other guys scribbled them on latrines. It was kind of sad what Grossmier had done to him, but it was his own damn fault, really, for being totally oblivious. The same kind of obliviousness Plato used to complain about, she recalled. That reminded her of something else. Something Grossmier's buddy had said, some English dude had said it, Spencer or some such, she couldn't remember who: it was, like, to save fools from the results of their folly is, like, to fill the world with fools. Yeah, that was it. Not that it mattered much. It was time, way past time to go back to the extra crispy fries. Somebody had to attend to them, somebody had to had make sure they were really well done. For now, it was her job. Just not for long. Grossmier was long gone. I studied burger girl for a minute and just couldn't suss that she was something a guy would risk home and hearth for. Spindly, all knees and elbows, like sleeping with a sack full of coathangers. Chicken girl I thought, she looked like she ought to be feeding chickens on the Breightly clod farm. That and the burger grease zit complexion. Anyway, didn't do it for me. Meanwhile the paramedics had been patching up Grossmier's handiwork. The t-shirt had been replaced with a wrapping of white gauze around the head, the gauloises burns to the forearms and biceps were similarly taped up with white gauze and similarly oozing red from underneath as were the little white gauze patches wrapped around each fingertip. It was still raining and pretty cold so the guys shirtless torso had turned pretty much bright red. The overall effect between the white gauze, the blood, and the reddish skin was that of some hideous walking macabre candycane. The fat lady in the mini-van was still standing there watching everything. As I walked past her I whispered "the son of a bitch is freezing, give him your goddamn hat". She looked startled for a minute and then walked toward the unfortunate slob. Some people follow directions in a crisis. She pulled the festive red and white santa hat off her head and put it on his over the bandages. Jeez, it even had a white cotton ball and a bell on the end. That certainly completed the fucking candycane picture. I was still snickering as I back into the corvair while the paramedics were walking Mr. Candycane to the back of the ambulance van. Grossmier wasn't the only artist on this fucking planet. As I got ready to back out, I leaned out the window and gave the horn a short blast. Alert, the paramedics whirled and looked toward me as I yelled "you fella's ain't stealin the north pole now are you?". Then they looked back at Mr. Candycane and just started laughing and laughing and laughing. �Well, ain't that all full of Christmas fuckin' feeling�, thought burgergirl to herself, watching as the jolly, chuckling EMTs took turns trying to stuff CandyCane Man into the back of the ambulance. They were taking their time with it, playing to the crowd. These people would find it funny if I popped them a zit, she figured, but it wasn't worth the laugh. Too bad about Grossmier. Too bad about the CandyCane Man. In a day or two, the guy would pop back up like Punchy Clown, and Grossmier and his ilk would be back, swooping down in their various vehicles, dragging him off to the garage. The garage. There was a nice bike there, she remembered. Sometimes, when she could bum a Gaulois on her break, she used to go there. Seemed like she could hear sounds from outside it when she walked near, but as soon as she put her hand on the garage door, they'd disappear. Funny things happened in Compton. Sounds that seemed like inanimate objects taking life into their own hands. Places that weren't what you thought they were. Ship's as it was, a place of pancakes and make your own toast, sliding into some burger joint, competitor in the capitalist competition. She wondered about the one-legged man, about the farm, and about shrimp, saltwater cows, Brazos mud, and the sound of the Atlantic. Anorexia wasn't such a bad thing, she reasoned. Neither was the acne. It was just hard to get those fries fried just right. . Every time the EMTs spun him around, chuckling, they'd rub their miserable mitts against his wounds. It was killing him. Goddamn evil socialists, he fumed. I'm the one who's paying for their social security! The least they could do is treat me like I was the King of France! But the evil chucklers spun him around and around some more, trying, one of them saying (he heard it) that if they spun him around fast enough, they could see the red and white stripes spin, going up and down, like an old barberpole. He wished so hard he could smack them in the head. They wouldn't play by the rules. They were the ones who'd hoisted him up, given him the first wedgie, and all the wedgies that followed, in endless succession. He tried to fight them off, but it was useless. Finally, after one long fast painful spin, they seemed to tire of their game, exchanged some money, one guy getting more than the rest. He figured that guy must be the "winner." As the three EMTs tossed him roughly into the back of the ambulance at last, he caught a glimpse of a fat lady standing near a mini-van. She gave him an earnest, hideous grin, and walked over to him, taking an equally hideous Santa hat off her head, and forcing it onto his head. He was helpless to refuse. His last sight, as the ambulance started moving away, was the sight of the fat lady putting her hand on her empty head, clicking a switch, and unzipping herself from her head down to her red twinkly fat toes. Her fat shell fell away--inside, was revealed a bitter man. He must have been there, all along. The fat lady unzipping was the only thing that could explain what happened next. After stuffing now dizzy Candycane Man into the back of the ambulance, one of the EMT's paused by the rear wheel of the vehicle. He had something shiny in his hand. Then he bent down and removed a valve stem cap. It was a pressure gauge. It was then I realized that the ambulance was parked the wrong way in the drive-thru, inches from the pick-up window. Just where Grossmier had parked the 'cuda. Grossmier had tapped into some unnatural force, something to do with air pressure. Things were unfolding fast now, like tesseracts and the way the rain changed the barometric pressure and made the corvair idle or maybe the way the barometric pressure made the rain and the corvair idle. Anyway, Grossmier had found it, the tires were balloons, he wasn't checking the presuure, he was measuring barometric shifts with a fucking tire gauge. The strange happenings in Compton, the weird life sounds of the inanimate objects like so many ghoulish midnight toys coming to life in an abandoned garage. A cacophony of broken tin-drum soldiers and toy trains with half their wheels off track. It was the solstice she thought, the pagan rite. The gravitational pull of the moon drawing zits to the surface of her skin. Astral purification. Humanity was a boil in the universe, red, and full of white puss. The colors of Christmas celebrating themselves like the agony of Candycane man or the incestuous flatsided crayons in a box marked "OVIT" for order, variation, intellect and time, or "tesseract" mixing their primary colors together to create the universe.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:55:34 (EST)

My two cents are: You did post it. Said it wasn't the whole thing. You had changed the guy's name to Grissmoid or something like that. Copyright infringement, you maybe figured. It's down in the scrolls.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:53:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Here's the first half......
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:52:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Remember, if it has a stomach for a foot, that is, if it walks on its stomach, it's a gastropod. Your snail, your slug, your abalone, your limpet. If it has two shells and consequently can't walk on its stomach but on its shell, then it's a pelecypod or shell-foot. Biological taxonomy is easy when you know the tricks.
Sea Squirt
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:51:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe it's like feeling sorry for Pete.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:49:41 (EST)

My two cents are: hey, did I post candycane man here? I think I forgot, I did some continuity editing and broke it into chapters. Soon to come!!!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:48:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Poor rats, huh? And just think of all the poor lice on the rats. And the poor plague bacilli on the lice. It's like looking into one of those barber-shop mirrors.
Gastropod
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:47:24 (EST)

My two cents are: So glorp, if the deaf guy could hear, what kind of music would he like? I mean you're his alleged "friend" and all so you should know. What if he could hear all of a sudden and the first thing he heard was like Michael Jackson or maybe the backstreet boys? Maybe he'd like Eminem? Or would you force him to listen to your nazi kraftverk band? Hey, did you take a radio on the camping trip?
ydog
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:44:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Norco is a pretty neat drug, twice the coedine of a vicodin and just a tad over half the tylenol.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:40:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:37:35 (EST)

My two cents are: There's a scene in the book "Milagro Beanfield War" where the guy vista student goes over to the girl vista students hovel for dinner and a screw. After they share some wine and fall in to the sack and start getting it on he hears this sound. Sort of a snap, followed by another. And then another. He asks her what the sound is and she says it's the rat traps going off, that she's got 30 or 40 of them set every night. Snap, snap snap they go and it sort of ruins the mood for the guy thinking he's getting it on with a girl who can do it to the sound of their little necks going snap snap snap in the traps.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:26:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Thought the oyster was a gastropod. I got a certain sense of glee from Pete's miserable little story, lie that it probably is jst knowing he's thinking along those lines means he's probably having a horrible time the venemous fu**.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:21:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete might also have read that the Nebraska guys are all hail fellows well met.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:07:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Nope. It's just Giuliani trying to stretch out the memory of the only time in his life that anyone approved of him.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 15:00:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Someone in Jersey is paying the bastard off.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:58:20 (EST)

My two cents are: NEW YORK - Former Mayor Rudolph Giuliani criticized the newly unveiled design plans for the World Trade Center site, saying the proposals failed to convey "the horrific nature of the attack that took place." Giuliani has advocated setting aside a large portion of the site for a memorial to honor the Sept. 11 victims.
Some Republican
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:51:36 (EST)

My two cents are: It's surprising how many people turn out to have been around Chevy Bel Airs. They sure didn't have them in my neighborhood, except the guy who dropped off the maid sometimes.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:46:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Very few flies around this time of year. Thank G*d for small favors.
Harl
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:42:10 (EST)

My two cents are: You hoping for rats, Harlan, or are you after the big guys this time?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:41:42 (EST)

My two cents are: I like the story about the stern Navy man who is evidence that Pete would have went. This tear-jerker about the casual backseat screw and subsequent abandonment is not my cup of tea. It almost makes my feel real pity for the poor guy. And then I say, "Nah."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:38:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Not much happening here. Same old, same old. Got the traps set.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:36:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Gastropods? That means stomach-foot, which betokens a snail or a slug. You ate slugs? Christ. I had a bowl of mussels for lunch yesterday. They all insisted on going to the Olive Garden, and that's the only edible food there, the antipasto mussels. Cephalopods means head-foot, which are the squid and the octopus. I forget what mussels are. Something-pod. Pelecypods! Means shell-foot I think.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:29:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Those Nebraska folks are the salt of the earth. Pete read that somewhere.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:23:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds delightful. Is the kid going to help with the snow pack?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:18:17 (EST)

My two cents are: What, no corn-fed beef from Nebraska? You poor fucker.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:16:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Supposed to rain here, too, all week. Snow in mountains. I'm drive to mountains tomorrow in snow. Go early and dig out the water turn-off out by the road. Used that one because figured I'd be back before snow. The snow-blower club will have buried it in four, maybe six feet of hard-packed. Spend Christmas afternoon digging it out. Taking wallboard cement for to finish door. Taking bottle rum, laptop, skis. Still got an hour and a half here, plus fifteen minutes to let the waters rest before the sneakout. Thanks for the extry hour and a half, taxpayers. And thanks for the four hours Snippy decreed. And thanks for taking care of those poor farmers down on the canal.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:16:00 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought I dreamed there was a small earthquake last night. Turns out there was. 12:20 a.m.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:15:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I think it's important to always eat at least one invertebrate on a holiday, don't you? We ate gastropods yesterday.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:12:44 (EST)

My two cents are: We honeybaked a ham on the pit on the patio here on the coastal plains - in celebration of the solstice, saturday, been gnawing on it since up to ham and cheese omlettes for breakfast. Today is a no meal day, just pate's and the cheeses, some olives and a tin of octopus from spain. Tomorrow will be a turkey with pecan dressing, mashed potatos, giblet gravy which I make, a greenbean and portabello casserole and wild rice.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:10:33 (EST)

My two cents are: A 20-year-old man broke into the hotel room of American country music legend Willie Nelson when Nelson was in Oslo this month to sing at the annual Nobel Peace Prize concert. Nelson's family lost passports, cash and a bottle of red wine.
I smell Ashcroft
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:04:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:04:11 (EST)

My two cents are: You cheered me up too Pete, thanks!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:02:05 (EST)

My two cents are: So much is genetic, isn't it? Thanks, Pete, that helps. You poor, er, bastard. Damn Catholics!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 14:00:52 (EST)

My two cents are: wolfies, dogs, wolfspirits. what's wrong with you people? you need curbfeelers to sense reality?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:56:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Interesting, Glint, but the old man was one who loved a Chevy. Truthfully, I was conceived in the backseat of either a 55 or 56 Chevy Bel Air or the other model that currently slips my mind. After a dance in college, he knocked up my chearleader mother, he being the basketball stud star and all. She dropped out of school (music major) and had me. She later married a professional baseball player and had 3 kids. He married the other girl he was seeing on the sdie and had 3 kids. He turned into a drunk and died about 5 years ago on Maui after drinking "bug poison." Best thing that I got out of it was adopted. When talking to him for the very first time, the first thing he asked me was: "So what do you think about abortion?" I said, rather taken aback: "Uh, I dunno." To which he responded: "Well, that's what you would have been if your mother wasn't Catholic." (00)
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:46:44 (EST)

My two cents are: In particular, we are fascinated by what we call Spoogeheads. We also applaud the appointment of Sen. Frist--why, it's perfect! Happy Thanksgiving!
Eleanor Silverbush
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:36:43 (EST)

My two cents are: wolfies?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:32:11 (EST)

My two cents are: later gang, time to play with the wolfies.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:23:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Hell I don't care what you call him, it probably dosent matter because HE'S DEAF!!!!!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:22:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Oregon, isnt oregon a state there too? something like a hebrides island cottage. somewhere to eat minestrone in the rain when I retire.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:20:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, any idea what a little stone cottage looking out over the grey pacific in like washington state costs?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:19:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Call him what?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:18:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:17:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks, dog. Kind of cloudy here on the coastal Coast. Might rain. I suppose it's not enought that we got about 10" of the stuff last week. That's half the annual average. Fucking El Ni�o!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:16:59 (EST)

My two cents are: did you call the deaf guy yet?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:15:25 (EST)

My two cents are: The sun is breaking out here on the coastal plains, will warm to almost 50 this afternoon. We'll play some darts on the patio when the sun is just so and the pies are merrily abake in the oven. I am convinced I could cook a leg of lamb in the fireplace but she won't let me try.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:13:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Happy Holidays, everyone. May all your Christmas be white!
Dr. J
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:13:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:07:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Been a pretty musical xmas here so far, a best of stevie nicks cd, linda thompson's "fashionably late" cd and richard thompsons capitol years. ms y to get nora jones in the am.
ydog
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:04:22 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll give you an assignment. Get out the pencil sharpener and go to town, boy!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 13:00:55 (EST)

My two cents are:

I hear you with the no-go carr-o vacation. That's why I've been taking off every Monday for the past few weeks. Excep the Monday after the Friday slaughter. Didn't want my remaining dependees to come in to an empty office space. Monday has the worst traffic too. <> You serious about letting the telemousketeer handle the financing on your house. I had some who called and tried. But in the end none could match the terms - interest and closing fees - of the local 1st Cow Farm Bank. Course they flippe the loan before the first payment was due. Even before sending us the payment book, which they never did. - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:58:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:58:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe you could send him the new rolling stones cd? let him know your considering the "quiet" ride of a lincoln?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:55:30 (EST)

My two cents are: hey merry xmas weasel, you too pensioner.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:54:08 (EST)

My two cents are: People work today? I dont think there's been anyone at pothaole since about last thursday, nobody who could give me an assignment anyway. I think I go back around the seventh.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:47:38 (EST)

My two cents are: see, that's precisely why you should call the deaf fuck on that TTY line thing. So your entire conversation, your message of christmas cheer will go through some third party and come clunking out the other end on some kind of antique teletype machine or something. You see, what you want to reinforce is that the deaf guy has a second rate life, that he always gets the stale cake, his world is the b-list and that you pity him for it. It's nothing you haven't already done to him, be a man and just finish the job.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:45:40 (EST)

My two cents are: I used to get those requests for donating vacation hours. Seemed to come in in bunches. Always some sob story, always trying to put the bite on you or make you feel like a shitheel if you blew it off. Which I always did. Look, if these people hadn't squandered their own leave time, they wouldn't be in this picklem AND they sure as hell weren't going to get any of my precious surplus. Now, I'm taking the payoff for that surplus and blowing some of it on a trip to Rio. Merry Xmas, eh?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:41:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Another option is to donate your use-or-lose to the leave-sharing program. What you do, you give your unusable hours to the poor, say a secretary who has cancer and can't come to work. Of course, this screws the taxpayer out of getting the the leave hours back, but hey, that's why we call it Uncle Sugar.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:29:01 (EST)

My two cents are: You see, Glurp, your federal worker can carry only so many vacation hours on account. If he doesn't use them by January 1, he loses them. So maybe half your feds take a week or two off at the end of the year, if they can manage, and things slow down. I don't know why this happens. All they do all year long is lean on their shovels, so you'd think it would be easy enough to schedule a little time off.
Civil Servant
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:24:58 (EST)

My two cents are: And this is actually not the way I usually work it. I usually save the day before Christmas to return all my phone calls, especially when it's a Tuesday. Business seems to flow so much easier when people are in the holiday mood.
Civil Servant
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:16:18 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm worried about these short hours on Christmas Eve. Seems like you could get more work done if you put in the full eight. The taxpayer is getting screwed here. And I'm on the inside!
Civil Servant
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:14:19 (EST)

My two cents are: You won't be blowing any whistles. Not with this "arrive late/leave early" thing hanging over your head.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:12:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Why do you keep calling this a banana republic? Team Bush ain't got no bananas.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:12:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Fuck adjustable. Too much mathematics. I just took the first guy who called me at dinner-time and told him to go at it. He said the interest rate was good, whatever it is, and he told me not to worry about the fees because they all go into the loan! What a deal! It's almost like the government giving you $140,000,000 for some worthless land and letting you keep it, plus your free water. Did you know that a guy with a government water contract to farm cotton can sell it to a city so people can water lawns, and pocket the difference? Tell me another banana republic where they let you do that!
Civil Servant
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:10:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Get more done with half the people? You think it takes half a person to ride herd on the modem rack? Asshole. Not just anybody can do it.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:06:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Actually, I'm not even corked, and stayed up all night studying the whistle-blower laws and didn't even charge you.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:05:11 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm more bothered by this $140,000,000 scam to tell you the truth.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 12:00:16 (EST)

My two cents are: You can go fixed or youc an go adjustable. Personally, I'd go with a 30 year adjustable that's fixed for the first 5 years. Pay attention to the index and margin and, if things look scary for a big jump before the 5 years is up just re-fi again with a new adjustable.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:59:20 (EST)

My two cents are: The problem I see is that my taxes are being used to pay someone to show up late, half corked, and make up for it by leaving early. Sounds like a place that's ripe for a RIF. Probably get more done with half the people.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:55:47 (EST)

My two cents are:

W.R.T. the refi. Are you going fixed or variable? 15, 20, or 30 years? What interest rate? - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:49:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Normally I wouldn't mention this technical administration stuff, but hey, it's a Christmas story. If any of you saps pay income tax, you just gave somebody a nice Cristmas present. Of course, this is probably be an anomaly that happened to crop up in my worm's eye view. I'm sure that elsewhere in the federal government these things don't happen.
Civil Servant
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:45:45 (EST)

My two cents are:

We market slaves get to go home when the DOW closes early today. Been up since 01:30 EST this morning. Saw a beauty of an asteroidal occultation at 09:58 UTC. The asteroid's name is (334) Chicago. I packed the eyepieces, power supplies, charts, flashlights, video gear, monitor, and the Dachshund into the Pontiac and drove it all up to the observatory. Unpacked the car, uncapped the telescope, plugged it in, turned on the clock drive, tuned the radio to WWV, opened the dome, and clouds were rolling in. It looked like it was going to be a wash so I didn't unpack the stuff. Then 10 minutes before the occultation it started clearing. The bright moonlight scattered by the overcast made it difficult to find the star. Found it and got the right eyepiece in 22 seconds before the star blipped off. No video or audio. I counted the seconds mentally, but didn't get reliable data. Bummer - and it looked like I was close to the center line because I got the full 12 second eclipse too. - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:43:40 (EST)

My two cents are: For instance, they're taking a lot of my money to help pay the guys that the Assistant Secretary just settled with. The four "farming families" that we're paying $140,000,000 to out of court. Seems that the government water they get for next to nothing and spread in the desert to grow price-supported cotton concentrated the poison in their land and made the land useless, which it was to start with before they got the government water from you taxpayers. So Snippy struck a deal where they get $140,000,000. They also keep the land, but since it's full of poison they can't irrigate it, just use it for pasture or dryland farming. They also get to keep the water, which they can run on some new worthless land and grow cotton. Then when the new land is poisoned and worthless again, if they're lucky and there is a Republican administration, they can sell it to the taxpayer for the new irrigated price, dry-farm it, and use the water to start poisoning some new worthless land. It's a real dollar machine for some lucky campaign contributor. When you scratch the "farming family" you always find somebody like Standard Oil or the Southern Pacific Land Company. This ain't the Joad family we're talking about here. This is the big time.
Civil Servant
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:43:08 (EST)

My two cents are:

Oh I showed him the URL when he was here. That was just after the code was broke. Showed him how to post pics and other stuff he can't hear. <> Mail to the palm bounced. Seems he's over quota. Either his in box is full of other Christmas greets or....Say, you don't suppose he's lying unconcious somehwere while some cats are gnawing away, do you? - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:36:21 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm getting ready to go to work, except that the appraiser for the re-fi is coming at nine, so I might not go in until he's done. Says it won't take more than a half hour. So I go in at nine-thirty, figuring to work an extra hour and a half on the back end. Only I work for the Government, and my leader, the Big Bandy, has decreed that all his minions get to quit four hours early today, except for the White House Guards and a few others like Dick Cheney who is late with the Energy Plan. God I love that man. So what I'll do, I'll go in at nine-thirty and claim I'm going to put the extra hour and a half on the back end. Most people are using up their "use or lose" vacation this time of year anyway, so there aren't many in the bldg. And when it empties out completely at about 11:30 I'll sit there industriously looking like I'm going to plug away intil 2:30. I'll rest the water for maybe 15 minutes and then stroll out bold as brass past the poor contract security guards who are outside the bubble and have to sit there until the shift ends. I'll chuckle to myself, thinking not of the poor security guards but at the saps who paid their excise taxes on the Christmas bottle so I can pull down the big paycheck for nothing. You learn how to work the system. It's all around you. You learn by osmosis.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:33:52 (EST)

My two cents are: "Cool here on the CP." Cow Pie?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:33:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Retired 5 years ago? What took him so long?
Pensioner
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:29:21 (EST)

My two cents are: An engineer? Electrical? Geesh, pretty disappointing? Drinker?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:25:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Electrical engineer? Self-taught, I presume?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:23:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Been swilling baileys in the coffee all morning, about to make an ice run for the suds then settle in for an afternoon of crafting the ultimate buzz.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:23:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Cool here on the CP, in the 40's. Oak smells good from the chimney. Got the northface boots on today, and the nine dollar socks as well.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:21:21 (EST)

My two cents are: I mean the leftover cake was just nasty, rubbing his face in it, "here you deaf sob, you wanna piece of this stale cake before I toss it to the dogs?"
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:19:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Tell him we all wish him well, send him the url. So was the camping trip some sort of appeasment for being B-listed?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:17:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Thats why you should call him, because it will be awkward, why do you think he needs cheering up? because you and your horrible family have brutalized him or because he's DEAF!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:15:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:13:39 (EST)

My two cents are:

Well, I'd like to give the deaf guy a call. However, it would be awkward. Awkward because....he's DEAF! Besides, the great snub was back in 2001. The camping trip was in July, 2002 so we're cool. But now that you mention it, I think I'll page his palm. That should cheer him right up. <> I've decided against the Lincoln, for now. No bread for the butter. Thinking about some new tires for the Caravan though. Know what kind of tires that give a ride as smooth and sweet as four Krispy Kreme donuts? - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 11:07:07 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm thinking glorp needs to call up the deaf guy and apologize, in the spirit of christmas. Maybe wait till he's three fourths into the scotch a little later this afternoon, when he's feeling big and like telling the banker off or something. Of course it would be one of those teleprompter calls or whatever it is, but I mean here's this deaf guy, lifelong trueblue family friend and what does he get? He gets put on the "B" list for the clodhopper ball over to the new Cracker Barrel on the interstate over in Lincoln. He would have made it through the ice, he would have been proud to sit in the reserved function room at the craker barel.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:55:44 (EST)

My two cents are:

Pop's is an Engineer. Electrical. Has worked at consulting firm since, uh..., 1975? He retired five years ago but still putters around the office. They seem to tolerate him o.k. - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:44:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Did Pop ever have a real job? What line was he in? "Government work?"
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:31:20 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't recall saying anything about owning a dead bird. I do own a dead frog, which I dissected in 1969. Still keep the parts in a jar on my desk, at home. Here's a picture of it, from the fornigate pets page.
Glint
members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/pets.html Take that Liberal scum!

- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:23:26 (EST)

My two cents are: gotta run for now, perhaps we can contunue this dementia later.
ydog
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:15:25 (EST)

My two cents are:

That's a pretty good story, especially the part about the cats. Only I would think the eyes wouldn't be the balls a normal cat would choose to consume. <> I did arrange a private visit for the deaf guy to pay his respect to the elderkin after the anniversary. Ma decided it would be o.k. (she wears the pants when it comes to calling the social shots) because they had so much left over cake. You see the night of the anniversary there was an ice storm. So the ironic thing is the people she kept away (like the deaf guy) are the ones who would have tried to make it in spite of the weather. Everyone she invited, except the relatives who were already camping under our roof, bailed. - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:11:43 (EST)

My two cents are: How do their brains work, really, I just can't get this? How does one perceive of killing the fox and stealing its hair? I mean once the fox is dead can you steal from it? It sort of implies that glorp still views a dead skinned fox as animate? As having possession of the fur being "stolen". It's like the time he said he owned a dead bird. Is it some little key, a window into the workings of the necro-mind? viewing the dead as animate?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:11:36 (EST)

My two cents are:

Are you serious about your old man? Sounds pretty kinky the way you describe it, hot dog and all. Worked with another consultant a few years back. Guy owned a fox farm in Ohio. To kill the fox and steal its hair he used to electrocute them, same as your old man. The annode went in the ass and the cathode went in the mouth. I pointed out that the technique would require some cooperation by the fox, who would be unlikely to let you stick things in both ends. He explained that all you need to worry about was the annode, and once it was in place the fox would do the rest himself as he looked around trying to bite whatever was sticking in its ass. ZAP! - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:05:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyway, don't you think it's a little cruel of you and your parents to ostracize the deaf guy, to stigmatize him so? To taunt him with the buddy buddy camping trip and then snub him on the anniversary? Pretty cruel, seduced and abandoned I suppose.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:05:01 (EST)

My two cents are: So why do your parents hate the deaf guy? Sounds like you two might have had a falling out over the tablecloth incident. Did you send him a card? his parents???
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:02:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyway, he was up there by himself in the catoctins. Nobody missed him for 3 days. By the time they found him, the cats had eaten his eyeballs out.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 10:00:38 (EST)

My two cents are:

The deaf guy's parents still live across the street from Ma and Pa. Although he might want to see them, the feeling's not mutual. Last year we held the 50th anniv. for them, in Lincoln of course. Deaf guy fished for an invite and Ma turned him down flat. Never did like the way his pupils would swell up when he was on tripping on blotter. And no, I don't think I've got a card from him yet. Why, is he dead or something? - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:58:59 (EST)

My two cents are: I've often speculated that one could cook a hot dog by pushing pieces of a coathanger into each end until they almost meet and then plugging the other ends into a wall socket. Thats sort of what happened to the old man.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:58:02 (EST)

My two cents are: yeah, a solar powered observatory, I'll put that with the solar powered flashlight.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:55:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Pretty good quip there, Glint.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:54:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Whose pop died from too much juice? What's the real story? Did he die on top of old Sparky?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:54:12 (EST)

My two cents are: So glorp, are you talking about your parents being there? Why would you think I'd want to meet them? I'm not your stupid deaf friend and I'm not Dean. btw, did the deaf fuck send you a card?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:53:25 (EST)

My two cents are:

Don't laugh. I'm enlisting him to help wire the observatory. Connect it right up to the sun. Probably have a string of white and a string of red lights with their respective switches. And seeing how everything in there runs off 12V cigarette lighters, I'd like to split it to a 3-way cig. plug. One plug for the clock drive, one for the videocam & microphone, and one for the monitor/VHS recorder. - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:52:23 (EST)

My two cents are: The crabcake is sort of half-business now, chartered out occasionally just enough to keep up with the maintenance and slip charges.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:51:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Pop is a stinking millionaire.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:48:34 (EST)

My two cents are: The old man died in 98. Electrocuted himself rewiring the cabin.
ydog
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:47:40 (EST)

My two cents are: gay sex a stretch? Ouch!!!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:45:09 (EST)

My two cents are: The folks? Both of them? Together? Why that woman stays, I'll never know!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:43:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:42:30 (EST)

My two cents are: I know it's a stretch, but maybe the scouts who engage in gay sex are gay. An even bigger stretch: Maybe some of the scouts who should use condoms are having sex with females. Ya think?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:42:00 (EST)

My two cents are: So, Pop worked at the rendering plant?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:38:25 (EST)

My two cents are:

I suppose it was simply wishful thinking. The hankering to climb back on an Olney Alehouse bar stool that made me think Christmas and forget about Spring. That means you'll miss the folks. Or perhaps not. Keep me informed of your plans. Will your Father, Prof. Skipper, have the SS Crabcake in the water? I'd like to bring him a present. What brand of pipe tobacco does he smoke? - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:30:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps its because I ended up down here loafing on the coastal plains and all he's got is a wet dream about giving a banker a hand job.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:14:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not sure why I'm such a thorn to glorp, maybe its simple and just because I know what paining hangs over the urinal in the mens room at the Cosmos Club. Maybe its because I like the reuben's nude hanging over the bar at Hausners?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:13:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyway Glorp, I think you have hosed up on the dates, I said I was thinking of heading up there in the spring, not for xmas - I mean that wouldn't make sense as the boat is in dry dock. May and june are the optimal months for the bay. I prefer to winter here on the coastal plains.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 09:10:32 (EST)

My two cents are: morning all and happy xmas eve to everyone but pete
ydog
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 08:54:29 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm going to speculate that pa brieghtly never much settled on any specific livelihood, perhaps a "failure at most things, master of none" would be an apt characterization. Sure there was the farm, but that wasn't much more than an excuse to draw down the government subsidies and somewhere to lay down with the silverfish at night. It was Ma's dad that propped the family up although she always claimed it was just the egg money. There was always a little too much egg money the neighbors said.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 08:50:42 (EST)

My two cents are: JAMBOREE: Free condoms for visiting boy scouts Published on Dec 24, 2002 The Public Health Ministry plans to hand out free condoms to scouts who request them during the World Scout Jamboree in Chon Buri from Saturday till January 7. The ministry's inspector general Dr Pipat Yingseri yesterday revealed that condoms will be on supply at the jamboree as reports of participants engaging in sex had emerged from past jamborees. "We've talked about this issue from the very beginning, but we didn't want to publicise it as we feared the publicity may encourage more people to do it," Pipat said. Despite control measures, it was still possible for some couples to engage in sexual activity at the event, he said. "So please ask for condoms if you need some. Or please buy them from nearby convenience shops," he said. Meanwhile, Deputy Public Health Minister Pracha Phromnok said that the country's hot and humid weather was probably the major health concern for jamboree participants. "I am worried for the scouts from European countries as they may suffer from heat exhaustion and may even faint due to the heat," he said. He was speaking during an inspection of Sattahip's Hadyao beach to determine whether health-related preparations were ready. Pracha said booklets would be handed out to the scouts advising them to drink plenty of water and rest when feeling tired. He also urged the scouts to use sun block to prevent sunburn. "This is a tropical zone and the scouts will expose themselves a lot to the sun while doing outdoor activities," he added. As for other preparations, Pracha said the Public Health Ministry had sprayed chemicals during the last two months to eradicate flies, mosquitoes and gnats at the site. "The chemical spraying is conducted every five days and will be done again in the next few days," he added. Flytraps would be installed around the jamboree's campsite as well, he said. Random checks on samples have found that food, fruits and water are contamination-free, Pracha said. His ministry would operate a field hospital at the campground to provide full medical services to the scouts, he said. Ambulances would also be available as it is estimated that there will be up to 1,000 patients a day during the event. Five large polyclinics in the area would be open round-the-clock to cater to the medical needs of the scouts. Deputy Education Minister Pongpol Adireksarn said scouts from some foreign countries had already arrived in Thailand.
Mother Fucking Royal Thai Family Promoting Gay Sex Among Scouts
(could someone cross-post this on bangkok chat, please) - Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 07:40:48 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not sure I want to know what Glot's old man did. He's so proud of himself for having been to dinner with a retired bank branch manager that is might be something embarassing. Something with a broom or maybe a squeegee. Mortician's assistant wouldn't surprise me. Owned a car wash, sold out in '82 just before the jojoba-bean boom put the town on the map. Pulled plastic dish-pans off the molding machine. One of the unsung knights in khaki who make this country great. Maybe worked his way up to a clip-board and a name-tag toward the end. Why is Glint embarrassed about it, why does he resent guys who were born on the high side of the pie like Ydog? It's only America, Glint. Sure, breeding says a lot about a guy. Isn't that why you voted for Bush? But Bush couldn't be what he is if it wasn't for the guy with the broom or the toilet brush or the hand-truck. You shouldn't have to apologize for where you came from. Not in America you shouldn't.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 24, 2002 at 01:00:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, it's genetic. Just as that town in Ohio is populated by folks who all have a third nipple and just as that holler in Tennessee features people who all have a verticled crease in between the eyes, so too does the "Roelle" family possess squashed faces among the menfolk. The females have small, squinty eyes and snouts.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 22:26:25 (EST)

My two cents are: It's genetic? My trash compactor theory is no good?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 22:16:46 (EST)

My two cents are: He's a squash-faced goober.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:57:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, yeah, sure he was a goober. Duh! It would be good to know more about this particular goober though. I mean, "goober" covers a lot of ground, but what stripe of goober? Unemployed goober? Drunk goober? Violent goober? Pervert goober? Unemployed, drunk, violent pervert goober?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:53:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Mom could slam down the Boilermakers too. Sitting there watching the TV in the kitchen, day after day, smoking Salems and watching the soaps.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:49:57 (EST)

My two cents are: We're not talking the best and brightest here, are we?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:48:15 (EST)

My two cents are: What we do know is that Pop was a mean drunk who wasn't very nice to Mom and the kids. It was a relief when Mom and Pop finally called it quits and went for the big D. Mom remarried at least once. She also got right with God and burned all Glint's old acid rock records. The rest is pretty sketchy.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:47:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's old man was a goober. Does that help?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:44:18 (EST)

My two cents are: You mean there's a possibility Pop was the only Breightly who couldn't cut it in the pig farming business?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:44:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint is a master of disguise and, if it weren't for the consistent dumbness, I wouldn't be able to which posts are the real McCoy. I suspect he goes anonymous when even he thinks the post might be stupid. That, I believe, is what happened this morning with the dumb Cheney stuff. He didn't want to be accountable but he thought he might be able to score on the bright liberal guy. HA! It's fun watching Glint think he's being cagey. It's fun watching him think he's in some kind of competition. It's especially fun that he thinks he could actually win the competition. It's also fun to see how happy he gets sometimes when Pete joins forces with him. It's heart-warming to see these little puppies frolic and yip, pretending to be big dogs. I want to thank you two for all the amusement. You guys are the greatest! Happy Kwanzaa, little dudes!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:41:52 (EST)

My two cents are: It would flesh out the story, that's for sure. Help us understand the aberrant psychology. We know that Pete's "dad" was a tugboat captain who roamed the seven seas attacking Japanese aircraft carriers. We know that Ydog's old man was some sort of Nobel Prize-winning turkey not much better than Jimmy Carter, only in physics. We know that Harlan St. Wolf's dad worked in a bowling alley. So what's the scam on Pop Breightly? Shoe salesman? Haberdasher? Owned a gas station? Re-packed water pumps? Primary school librarian? Chiropractor? It sure would help to know, Glump.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:40:45 (EST)

My two cents are: That's interesting. Sometimes the question pops into my head, "I wonder what Old Man Breightly did for a living, during his productive years?" Usually happens when I'm taking a dump.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:36:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Extra Credit: Who is calling a crafty old Nebraska shoe salesman "the Old Pooperoo?" 1) Republicans 2)Democrats.
'nuff said
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:34:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, is the the dumb guy, an actual dumb guy, come back to post about how the DimboCRAPS said the n-word? Or is it just Glint, spreading himself thin again?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:28:55 (EST)

My two cents are: And that's another thing. Kansas is filling up with nigras and greasers. Gonna happen in Nebraska too, that's what the Old Pooperoo says.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:27:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Everything is going to shit in Kansas. It's a state on the front lines in Bush's War to Get Money to Rich Guys. Kansas is, for example, the home of Sprint. Who is taking it in the neck in the warfront? You guessed it, Sprint and the Sprint stockholder. Same way all up and down the line. Kansas is fucked. Can Nebraska be far behind? Maybe the Old Pooperoo Breightly has the answers. Forward your questions to [email protected], and the Pooperoo will put everything in the context of Karl Rove's new GOP Endless Campaign by New Year's Day! They didn't raise no dumb bunnies where the Old Pooperoo was a boy swinging on the garden gate.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:17:43 (EST)

My two cents are: You mean that all it took to get you guys to stop saying "nigras and the greasers" and "nigger lover" and "darkie" was to point out that it was democrats saying it?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 21:08:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Nebraska! Your feed lot state!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 20:29:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Living in Nebraska with it's many feed lots, I had no idea of the controversy over the difference in how cattle are fed, or the difference in the tastes.. So I asked the butcher (who really doesn't butcher the procucts in the meat section of the store any more) where this beef came from, and how it was fed... With the thousands of animals in our state, I found what I buy comes for South Dakota feed lots.. The extra lean beef probably from mostly grass fed, the fatter from mostly feed lots..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 20:28:54 (EST)

My two cents are: HARTINGTON, Neb. (AP) -- As his cattle grazed nearby on treeless, green pasture, chewing their way slowly toward slaughter weight, Marvin DeBlauw explained what he has against feedlots. "It stinks at feedlots," DeBlauw said. "It's not good for them. Feeding grass is just healthier." DeBlauw is part of a niche group in the nation's $59 billion beef market, finishing most of his cattle on grass. He says it's a practice that makes a better alternative to animals raised on corn, nutritional supplements and hormones. It's not an easy way to go. Producers of grain-fed beef dispute the health claims made by producers who feed only grass to their cattle. It takes longer to get grass-fed animals to market, too, and the meat requires customers who are willing to pay a little more and appreciate the different taste of grass-fed beef. Even DeBlauw finishes some of his herd on corn because he says the demand for grass-fed beef is still low. But he believes the market will continue to grow as people recognize the benefits of eating and raising grass-fed beef, he said. Most of the beef in the United States comes from cattle fattened at feedlots, where thousands of animals mill about a fenced-off section of dirt, eating corn and protein supplements dished out in bins. Such cattle can be slaughtered at a year to 16 months of age, perhaps two to three months earlier than a grass-fed animal. With the cattle industry's slim profit margins -- sometimes only a few dollars on each head -- the shorter production time matters. Since a heavy corn diet can upset the stomachs of animals designed to eat fresh forage, cattle finished at feedlots usually must be treated with antibiotics. Cattle interests acknowledge concern that antibiotic overuse can lead to resistance, but say antibiotics are important to keep animals on feedlots healthy. "Cattle producers take antibiotic resistance very seriously for the same reasons consumers do," said Mike Fitzgerald, a spokesman for the 5,000-member Nebraska Cattlemen. "They want a safe food supply." The U.S. Department of Agriculture tests slaughtered cattle carcasses each year for antibiotic residue. In 2000, inspectors found 21 cases where antibiotic levels exceeded federal guidelines out of 3,571 tests conducted on various classes of healthy-looking cattle. That violation rate, of less than 1 percent, has held steady since 1997. Modern feedlot operations also make use of hormones to speed cattle growth: the synthetics Ralgro and melengesterol acetate, and natural hormones like estrogen and androgen. The USDA doesn't test for natural hormones, and synthetic hormone residue is permitted as long as it doesn't exceed USDA levels deemed safe. The hormone violation rate is less frequent than the antibiotic rate. Ranchers who use the hormones don't worry about residue affecting meat safety, said Sallie Atkins, executive director of the Nebraska Beef Council. "Almost all beef producers raise and feed their products to their families because they know they are wholesome," she said. "It is not a threat to our health." Some animal research studies -- including several from Europe where consumers are calling for antibiotic and hormone-free beef -- show that an animal's diet affects the type of fatty acid it produces. Feeding mostly corn to cattle diminishes the meat's omega-3 fatty acids, which is credited with preventing heart and brain ailments, said Terry Gompert, a University of Nebraska-Lincoln Cooperative Extension Educator from Knox County. It's for that reason that Gompert prefers to eat grass-fed beef. "I still love my grain-finished beef ... but I'm going to cut off every bit of the fat because it's unhealthy," Gompert said. "With grass-fed, I'm going to eat every bit of the fat because that is where the health and the flavor is at." Gompert said he expects the grass-fed market can eventually contend with Nebraska's corn-fed beef tradition. Slanker, who sells his beef locally and over the Internet, knows it will be tough. Prices for grass-fed beef are generally 25 to 50 percent higher because of the limited market. "You take just one large packing plant and they process more cattle in a half-hour than the entire grass-fed industry does in a year," Slanker said. "We are gambling big time by turning our backs on production agriculture ... and hoping to develop our market."
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 20:24:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Hay feeding does indeed reduce acid-resistant E. coli, says Nebraska Beef Report. In 1998, researchers Diez-Gonzalez and colleagues from Cornell University drew worldwide attention when they reported that switching cattle from grain to grass lowered the production of acid-resistant E. coli bacteria. Acid-resistant E. coli are believed to be much more difficult for humans to combat. The fact that keeping animals on pasture might protect consumers from E. coli was very good news, indeed. Since publication of the Cornell study, however, these results have been contested by a number of groups, including researchers at the University of Idaho. Now a study by the USDA Meat and Animal Research Center in Lincoln, Nebraska supports the Cornell findings. The Nebraska researchers began their investigation by trying to find alternative feeding strategies to combat acid-resistant E. coli, contending that hay feeding "is not a practical approach for cattle feeders." Unfortunately, none of their experimental approaches worked. When they switched the animals to hay, however, they found that the more natural diet did indeed have the desired effect. The researchers concluded: "This study confirms Diez-Gonzalez (1998) report that feeding hay for a short duration can reduce acid-resistant E. coli populations." Score one for Mother Nature.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 20:20:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Do they really feed corn to cattle in Nebraska? Is there any left for the pigs?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 20:00:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Glorp doesn't know about rivalry. He's just trying to keep his head up above the waterline. Hoping someone throws him a life-jacket, or maybe a Bible. Just shooting from the hip. The bus to him is just an idea, in inverted semi-consciousness about a bubble and being on one side or the other of it. The bus is inside the bubble and the dream Lincoln, the base model with goodyear tires, is on the outside of the bubble. Or is it the inside? He can't remember. He's thinking about a life jacket.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:58:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Well gollllly gee!
Glint
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:56:26 (EST)

My two cents are: So I guess for glorp this is some kind of rivalry? Texas versus nebraska beef? matters not to me. I'm married to the girl that likes lezzie porn, likes ticket chick, that says things like "boy she's got a nice box" and "I think all women are really gay on some level" when we're watching a skinflick. A girl that calls me "longdong" and told me she would have let me bang her 22 year-old girlfriend friend into oblivion except that she might have felt a tad jealous if I'd liked her too much. It's not so bad, riding the bus.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:47:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:37:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Right about now is when Anchor is selling the Christmas Ale. That is, in places you can find Anchor at all. The Porter aint bad, but the beer is what you need. I'll drop by the brewery next week and inquire.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:18:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Now that all the fancy-shmancy restraunts in Cali and the East are pimping grass-fed beef, you've got to worry about just who or what will eat the shit-corn they grow in Nebr.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:16:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Anchor steam sems to have disappeared from the shelves of texas, saw the liberty ale and the porter but not the beer. Bought some fosters bitter, some sam smiths oatmeal stout, something called "scrimshaw" supposed to be one of the 10 best brewerys in the world, hops water and barley. yeast and thats all says the label. A german beer called weistenphaur or something that she likes.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:15:38 (EST)

My two cents are: He invited them into the palace after their long journey and introduced them to the elder Breightlies. Pop started the conversation and asked them where they were from. They told him about their life in the Lone Star state, the paper pushing, the easy availability of Asian interns in the workplace, and most of all the people they'd met on the city bus. Pop leaned back in his chair and asked them whether or not they were aware that Nebraska beef is corn fed. Corn, sweet sweet corn, nature's golden seed. Mrs. Y spread her legs apart and planted each foot on the edge of the dinner table and said, "here's something else that that likes cobs and eats seed."
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:09:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Seems like God is always judging the Breightlys. Always making us dumb or ugly or mean or spiteful or fat or lazy or covetous or giving us warts or rheumy eyes or sex perversions. It's hard on the fambly pride, but pride is a sin isn't it and isn't it the Lord's job to keep folks in line from the lowest on up to the highest, from the shiftless lazy curly-headed swarthy bums on the bottom up to the inheritors of great wealth and the Germans on the top? Wasn't it God's will that put the Breightlys in a Chevy and the wealthy folks in an El Dorado or a Town Car with a chauffeur to puzzle out the owner's manual? At least thank God that they weren't low folk who deserve nothing but to clean toilets and wash out spitoons, the lazy bums, and ride the street-car on Christmas and Easter if they're out of the pokey. At least the Breighlys are inside God's bubble, in the bosom of the Lord rather than down around his bung-hole somewhere like some of the races I could mention or the people from Cali.
Glimpse
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:07:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Christmas was ripe with flavor on the coastal plains that year. There were the pate's, the cheeses, the ham and turkey. Finished the food shopping today...they were pushing the stilton in the upscale store today but I declined, had a wonderful apricot stilton for thanksgiving and went therefore instead for the mobrier and a wild garlic yarg. Got some generic brie slithering around some place as well as a seedy portwine and cheddar yule log, On the pate's we went for a cognac duck, a rabbit, and a pork and wildmushroom.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 19:04:15 (EST)

My two cents are:

Pop went out an' finally hooked cable upta the TV. Now he can watch the Cornhuskers no matter which 3rd rate sports network they slip down to. I warned him about CNN but it wasn't necessary. In Lincoln CNN is part of the "premium" package. Have to take an extra pig to market each year to buy feed for Ted Turner's Nebraskan buffalo ranch. But he does get FoxNews so he gets the best of both worlds - sports and news. (01) - Monday, December 23, 2002 at 18:59:35 (EST)

My two cents are: It was God's judgement on Pop, God's judgement for trying to raise himself up higher than his brethren and trying to understand the Chevy manual. But it was a kind judgement, because when God struck Pop down he left in him the enoyment of corn-nuts and the ability to slobber and froth when he seen a Democrat on the TV. God left him what he was best at, and took away only what he was no good at. In a way, it was almost as if God was tuning up the creature he'd made when he made the first Breightly. It was as if God made Pop into what he'd been shooting for all along.
Glimpse
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 18:16:56 (EST)

My two cents are: And of course, as Grandpa always said, a brain ain't much use to a shit-kicker anyway. Keep your eyes down on the furrow and your hand on the slops-bucket, and that's all the learning you'll need. Breightlys been doing it much the same for thousands of years, and we'll do it for thousands more, each in our own way.
Glimpse
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 18:11:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Before Pop outdone himself and tried to tackle the Chevrolet owner's book, he use to teach me about politics and American history. Told me about how the old DemonRats had no place to go after Harry Truman tried to mix the races together in the military so they come over to the Republicans when Ike kicked Orvil Faubus's ass down there in Arkansas and made them treat the coloreds right, but without lettin them get out of hand like Woodrow Wilson done when he started WWI. Remember how mad he'd get about the Democrats keeping Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. from achieving the dreams for his race so that they'd be right up there with the Jewish and Italian races right up practically with the white race. But that was before Pop tried to figure out the Chevy manual. That was before Pop put too big a load on his brain, and sprang it. Never does pay for a Breightly to try to learn more than his people knew before him, that's what Pop proved. That's the silver lining in the cloud.
Glimpse
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 18:08:05 (EST)

My two cents are: It was the transmission sprang your old Pop's brain. He never could figure past the friction bands on the old Model T. I remember him lying beside me in the dark, mumbling to himself, trying to remember what the book said about picking the gear to start in, and then which one to go to second and then third. But I still maintain if General Motors hadn't seen fit to dress it up with a special gear to go backwards, yore old Pop would be sitting up all the way through the Hollywood Bingo show to this very day.
Ma Breightly
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:55:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll never forget the way the old man's lips writhed as he thumbed through the owners manual, and how his forehead all seemed to squnch down between his eyes from the concentration. I always thought Pop would of stayed healthy longer if only we'd simplified things by getting one without door-locks and a battery, and all those filters everywhere.
Glimpse Dimly
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:50:50 (EST)

My two cents are: After Pop managed to thumb through the Chevrolet Owner's Manual enough times to figure it out, he started in on the Encyclopedia Britannica. Got all the way to Aardvark before his pore frontal lobe gave out. (0B)
Glimpse
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:46:15 (EST)

My two cents are:

Our Belair did have a heater. It was fueled by a tank of propane. When the tank ran out we'd just go to another drive-in and steal a new one. (01) - Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:30:10 (EST)

My two cents are: You know, it took a hell of a driver to wheel one of them American land schooners around the turn into grandpa's cornfield without spilling the Jell-O mold. Suckers would heel over something fierce, but they had a ride like well-formed butter.
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- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:27:45 (EST)

My two cents are:

I'm afraid that the holiday visit by the Ydog's just isn't going to work out. It's not the purses, which will be safely locked in the observatory and out of the reach of Mrs. YD. It's the fact that corn nuts don't come in chicken or cheesburger flavor. - Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:26:51 (EST)

My two cents are: We used to see Bel-Airs around here and there when I was a kid. I always wondered what they were like on the inside. Did they come with upholstery, Glint? How about a heater?
.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:24:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Right. And then he can go by and say hi to all the guys hooked to the walls in the Baltimore nuthouse.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:22:22 (EST)

My two cents are:

You make it sound as if my people were born in a barn. We are actually make very gracious hosts and try to accomodate our guests. Anybody know what Yellowdog's favorite flavor or corn nuts is? - Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:22:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, bro', it was better than the '49 Ford. That's the yard-stick vehicle in the land of the Great American Morons.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:20:27 (EST)

My two cents are:

Didn't Ydog mention a visit back east for the holidays to return his mom's purse? Is my recollection in need of a check? Maybe he'd like to drop by for a visit. Does anyone know if he likes picante corn nuts? - Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:19:27 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always wondered when the average American decided that a '55 Chevy was an object of nostalgia rather than a heap of steaming shit. The horrifying thought just dawned on me that they might have thought it was a good car all along in some of the more backward counties in the red states.
.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:19:25 (EST)

My two cents are: That will be great. Two depraved inbreed dog-humping clod-hoppers slobbering on a bowl of corn-nuts and snorting lungers at a wide-screen television set while the women-folk play "where's the vaginal photoplethysmograph" on the basement stairs.
the horror, the horror
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:16:24 (EST)

My two cents are: I can still remember the way Pop used to thumb through the owner's book.
Glint
Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:15:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Here it is. What kid driving around the Prairie in a scarlet and cream 1955 Bel Air wouldn't turn become a life long Cornhusker fan no matter where the road led. Ahhhhhhhh...
Glint
Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:13:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanx, your compliments most appreciated, as usual. I think you meant to say "scarlet" rather than red and cream. Sort of like my Father's old Cornhuskermobile. I'll post a picture of the Chevy (or an equivalent) when I find one. Did I mention that Pop is coming out to watch the bowl game with me and share a corn nut or two? (01)
Glint
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 17:07:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, Glint was always the worst of the two. For all Pete's name calling, it was apparent right from the start that he was a troubled man. Pete suffers from hysteria and anxiety. He should probably be on Ritalin. Glint is the dark, dark one. A bitter misanthrope, consumed by jealousy and anger toward those he perceives as better than the son of pig people. Plus, there's the perversion. Pete obviously is gay, which is okay unless you're Pete. Glint is sinister. A dangerous, doctrinaire Christian with all the sick baggage that implies. In short, Pete is Daffy Duck, Glint is John Wayne Gacy.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:57:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Most if not all Honda 50's had red fenders and a cream central fairing. You're right about the upchuck color, though.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:48:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe he's tired of being the bad cop and is letting Glint take over.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:46:52 (EST)

My two cents are: What's the deal with Pete? Is it the spirit of the season or has the health department finally put him on anti-depressants? That's two posts without calling anyone a lying traitor who should be shot.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:46:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Do you think he can get urine-colored lettering on the upchuck-colored base Lincoln?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:43:21 (EST)

My two cents are: The Honda 50 was not a motor scooter. A motor scooter has little wheels like a scooter. The Honda 50 was a new concept in transportation. Sort of a mobylette without pedals. They didn't come in red OR upchuck color.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:41:56 (EST)

My two cents are: I wish I was a Christian so I could dream of a hell for Glint where, every year, the Cornholers finished 7-6 and were invited to the Independence Bowl. Oh, and that he be forced to ride on a motor scooter with the soul-less Dick Cheney.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:18:27 (EST)

My two cents are: That's pretty sweet Pete, yep. But I'm dreaming about something more like this, or anything on four wheels in this color. (01)
Glint
Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:11:15 (EST)

My two cents are: And its big ass view ...

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 16:01:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Here's the spittin image.

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:57:07 (EST)

My two cents are: It is in the color. All you need to know. Arrivaderci

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:55:09 (EST)

My two cents are: It's nice to see the Fighting Irish back on top.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:50:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Sacriligoeus, to say the least!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:49:50 (EST)

My two cents are: "...After struggling through their worst season in four decades, the Cornhuskers had to settle for the Independence Bowl, where they will take on Mississippi in a battle of teams that had losing records in their conferences. The combined records of the two teams (13-12) is the worst of any of the 28 bowl games [ouch!]. Over the past 21 seasons, Nebraska (7-6) has played in 10 Orange Bowls, five Fiesta Bowls, two Sugar Bowls and one Rose Bowl. This is its first visit to Shreveport, but the Cornhuskers are fortunate to be going anywhere. While Nebraska extended its NCAA record of consecutive bowl appearances to 34, an even more impressive streak is on the line against Ole Miss. The Cornhuskers need a victory to stretch their streak of consecutive winning seasons to 42, a record of excellence that began in 1961..."
pre-game tickler
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:49:03 (EST)

My two cents are: 14:28 was authentico, but last sPete failed miserably. Lousy Jawaiian speller. Anyway, i passed on a red lincoln with 10,000 less miles because I could not drive red. I mean, come on. Red. Lincoln. Sacriligoeus! Also, don't have a picture. Yet. Time to toodle. Gone for the day. Aloha!
Pete�
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:46:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Cornhuskers will be playing Ol' Miss in the Nebraska (7-6) "Independence Bowl" in Shreveport on Friday. How the mighty have fallen. How the mighty have fallen. At least we won't have to watch it alone. Ma and Pa Breightly are on their way east in the covered wagon for the holidays. Reminds me - need to stop and get a supply of picante corn nuts.
Glint
Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:45:25 (EST)

My two cents are: The only "Christian Democrat" on this page was Whatever. But she grew tired of defending the indefensible Liberal position and left.
O
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 15:02:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Why, you've only viewed one from the back seat?
granny screwer
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:49:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Is 14:28 a fake Glint or the real item? Please respond, somebody who knows the code.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:49:22 (EST)

My two cents are: I can't wait until Glint posts a picture of a Lincoln. I've been really curious to know what one looks like.
curious Tampa grandmother
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:47:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Can't somebody please post a picture of my aftermarket oil gauge? It has a pressure tube hooked into the block. Lovely. Post an address where I can send the binary.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:46:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Later. I'm going to rush out and get me a set of them aquatreads.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:44:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Shhh, be quiet.... if we don't upset them, we may get to witness a whole Mutt and Jeff act here. Maybe they'll even start talking football!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:40:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Red Lincoln Town Car?
doubt it
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:39:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Maholo, kahoona. I already posted a picture of the lovely tire! Now you want a binary of the car? Get off my back.
Pete�
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:38:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Where can I get a set of them aftermarket Goodyears? Looks like one hell of a well-engineered tire, in the picture.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:36:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Drives like well churned butter?
doubt it
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:35:19 (EST)

My two cents are: OK, OK, OK... he meant "well-churned" butter, all right? Or maybe "well-spread" butter. Just one little slip of the brain and you ride the poor bastard like a base Lincoln snuggling the road with dealer-supplied Goodyears. I imagine a dang nasty Hell for you creeps.
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- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:34:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, Pete. Then we can all see if it's the base or the sport, and what kind of tires it has. Send one showing it snuggling the road like well formed butter.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:31:29 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't trust Bush. Anyone raised as an Episcopalian who turns into a Methodist is a wrong character. Your dissatisfied Episcopalian is supposed to jump to the Catholics, not the Protestand deviations.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:30:13 (EST)

My two cents are: How 'bout mailing me a binary image of yur Town Car, Pete? Is it red? Red, Lincoln...Cornhusker! If you can get me a dig'tal image I'll post it here, right smack on this page. (01)
Glint
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:28:11 (EST)

My two cents are: This thing with who's a better Christian and who knows more about Hell is getting confusing, especially with all the references to 30:03 this and 30:22 that. Don't you guys know enough to not mix religion and politics? Especially when it's ignorant shit-kicker corn-cob religion, half-understood by lame clodhoppers.
Meat
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:27:40 (EST)

My two cents are: For me, it was when I found out he was a guy who favored boots in a loafers town.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:21:28 (EST)

My two cents are: I've been a Cheney fan ever since I saw him taking risks on his Honda 50.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:19:35 (EST)

My two cents are: To me the 10:36:29 was pointing out the obvioius irony of a non-christian wishing on someone a hell, which they don't believe in in the fist place. Sort of a double touche. Brilliant move. The responder required 03:34:03 to come up with that lame retort, below.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:18:49 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought it was settled two or three months ago. The frogs support us if we honor their current contracts to develop Iraqi oil fields. What's the news?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:18:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Big Cheney fan, dontcha know.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:16:59 (EST)

My two cents are: What a pathetic, witless asshole.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:14:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Too bad you'll be getting rid of this car when the re-fi goes through in a couple days.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:11:16 (EST)

My two cents are: We all knew Glint was a hateful prick, hiding behind a cloak of phony religiosity. Now he confirms it with the revealing post about how being a Christian means you get to imagine personal hells for people you hate. Finally, a working definition of Glint's religion.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:10:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Sorry, for the daim bramage, but when I went and checked the tires again, it turns out they are Goodyear Aquatred. Dealer put them on before I bought the car. Brand spanking new. Lovely. Sorry to confuse your further confused states. Mahalo.

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 14:02:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete's a fan of originality I see.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:58:54 (EST)

My two cents are: WASHINGTON, Dec. 23 (UPI) -- List of U.S. military personnel killed in Operation Enduring Freedom (as of Dec. 23):
F.Y.I.
U.S. military deaths in war on terrorism (click) - Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:57:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Post of the year, Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 20:09:08 (EST)
Pete�
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:50:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Cheney stands for Cheney.
Cheney
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:49:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Cheney stands for a strong America? As opposed to...? Name names, Spooge-Boy.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:47:36 (EST)

My two cents are: It's over Glint. Wasn't even close. A president can not be removed from office for not blabbing about who he screwed or who blew him. There were a handful of Republicans with the courage to see the folly of the whole impeachment fiasco. It's over Glint. The blue-nosed, hypocritical asshole, like you, lost. End of story. Now tell us how long you've been a Cheney fan and why it is you never mentioned it before the creep was given this new job. Dumb fuck.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:41:09 (EST)

My two cents are: I think something got lost in the translation. The French words for "Iraq invasion" sound an awful lot like the words for "souffl� baking", if I'm not mistaken.
pinchee
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:40:55 (EST)

My two cents are: The French may be cowards but they aren't stupid. Their sharp cheese sniffers can smell the spoils of war looming without them if they're not careful.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:39:37 (EST)

My two cents are: I have yet to hear anything specific that would make one think Cheney was anything but a typical avaricious Republican. The photo album says he hates retail politics. You know, the kind the people get to participate in by voting. That's why Cheney never built up much of a resume in elective politics. Always the appointee, always meted out more than his share of power without answering to the likes of you and me. What impresses me is how Cheney beat out so many others, people who actually had held real jobs, for the CEO position at Halliburton. What qualities of his do you think caused Halliburton to choose a man with no real experience running anything?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:37:31 (EST)

My two cents are: "France said ready to assist U.S. in Iraq invasion" By Rowan Scarborough France has joined President Bush's list of unspecified "friends" who will aid a U.S. invasion of Iraq, according to a senior administration official. Top Stories � Senators want to reach blacks � Can Giuliani clean up Mexico City? � New breed of bomb detector � Keeping their eyes on the cross France, a major ally in Desert Storm in 1991, has been one of the most cautious members of the U.N. Security Council in terms of supporting an attack on Iraq. But behind the scenes, the official said, the French are much more hawkish. France has identified ground units that would be offered for the fight. The official also hinted French combat jets would take part. "There are dozens of countries offering support," the official said.
Pierre may put his cheese knife down now.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:37:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Does anyone have any guess on why Glint so hotly prints the list of "not guilty" DimboCRUDS? Why didn't he just say ALL the Dims? Is that letting them off too easy, we need to name names?
Studying Rubes, but Not Making Much Progress
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:35:55 (EST)

My two cents are: That is SO typical of the liberal media, like Time. Crucify Linda Tripp just because she was caught shoplifting the diamond bracelet and the cash-register receipts. Is there no compassion in your liberalism?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:33:10 (EST)

My two cents are: We'd be better off by losing the Dimocrats who voted not guilty: Akaka, Daniel (D-HI) Baucus, Max (D-MT) Bayh, Evan (D-IN) Biden, Joseph (D-DE) Bingaman, Jeff (D-NM) Boxer, Barbara (D-CA) Breaux, John (D-LA) Bryan, Richard (D-NV) Byrd, Robert (D-WV) Cleland, Max (D-GA) Conrad, Kent (D-ND) Daschle, Thomas (D-SD) Dodd, Christopher (D-CT) Dorgan, Byron (D-ND) Durbin, Richard (D-IL) Edwards, John (D-NC) Feingold, Russell (D-WI) Feinstein, Dianne (D-CA) Graham, Bob (D-FL) Harkin, Tom (D-IA) Hollings, Ernest (D-SC) Inouye, Daniel (D-HI) Johnson, Tim (D-SD) Kennedy, Edward (D-MA) Kerrey, Robert (D-NE) Kerry, John (D-MA) Kohl, Herb (D-WI) Landrieu, Mary (D-LA) Lautenberg, Frank (D-NJ) Leahy, Patrick (D-VT) Levin, Carl (D-MI) Lieberman, Joseph (D-CT) Lincoln, Blanche Lambert (D-AR) Mikulski, Barbara (D-MD) Moynihan, Daniel (D-NY) Murray, Patty (D-WA) Reed, Jack (D-RI) Reid, Harry (D-NV) Robb, Charles (D-VA) Rockefeller, John (D-WV) Sarbanes, Paul (D-MD) Schumer, Charles (D-NY) Torricelli, Robert (D-NJ) Wellstone, Paul (D-MN) and Wyden, Ron (D-OR).
Glint
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:33:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Not yet. Tripp is going to get the honorable mention when they choose three gossip columnists.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:31:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, everyone has his own reasons. I'm switching to Republican because the president forced a man on the senate who won't yap about what a good thing the abomination of affirmative action is!
Soccer Mom
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:28:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Although they don't show her picture on the cover, I assume that in its praising of women whistle blowers Time gives Linda Tripp honorable mention?
Glint
Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:25:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Is the new dumb person real, or is it Glint, or is it one of the 22 joshing?
curious Tampa grandmother
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:25:26 (EST)

My two cents are: No room up Mrs. Breightly. Unless the girls are using the gerbils.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:19:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Now that we got Lott put down, let's lose the Republicans who actually voted not guilty: Chafee, Collins, Gorton, (skip Jeffords), Shelby, Snowe, Specter, Stevens, Thompson, and Warner. Clean those turncoats out of the senate and start over is what I say, if it takes the hundred years.
RNC
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:18:44 (EST)

My two cents are: "Human kidneys grown in mice." You call that news? "Mice grown in human kidneys." Now, that would be news worth reading about!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:17:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Up Mrs. Breightly? Or do the daughters have it?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:15:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Pardon me, I hope this request is not considered off-topic by anyone on this blog. Can anyone tell me where I can get hold of a probe called a "vaginal photoplethysmograph" or "Geer" gauge?
Thanks, you can e-mail your response.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:13:53 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm certainly going to start voting Republican now that they've got rid of that guy who pulled the rug out from under Ken Starr and the House Managers. Finally they've organized themselves in a way that the average Joe can get behind.
Former Independent
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:06:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree with the dumb guy. What the GOP needs is somebody who hasn't pulled the rug out from under Ken Starr and the House Managers. We should ride that pony for the next hundred years or so. The cause that will keep America voting for the rich guy party. Talk about slam dunks!
RNC
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:04:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Come on, dude, there aren't any minorities in the red states. Bush has this locked up, what with shaking the spear at Saddam and riding high on the economic pie. The endless campaign is a slam-dunk.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 13:00:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, that's the silver lining, the chance to stand up and jawbone loudly against "affirmative action", read minorities. The abomination of uppity blacks and Mexicans. Thank God the GOP has a clear shot at putting the lid on the inferior people who are infesting this great country. A nice side benefit is that Snippy doesn't have to worry about kissing Vicente Fox's ass. That was most undignified.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 12:58:08 (EST)

My two cents are: If Trent leaves, the Democratic governor of Mississippi appoints a young black guy with about 50 years of incumbancy ahead of him. If Trent stays, no matter how humiliating it is for him, he stays so he can piss in the soup. It's a win-win situation all right. For the Democrats.
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- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 12:53:45 (EST)

My two cents are: You got something against daughters? Somebody has to have them. Probably for the best that it's the draft dodgers.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 12:51:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, if Trent stayed, that means the controversy had died down. That's a win. If Trent leaves, then we can put in place someone who can promote the Conservative agenda, who is in a position to work with George Bush, who won't yap about what a good thing the abomination of affirmative action is, and who hasn't pulled the rug out from under Ken Starr and the House Managers. Also a win.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 12:49:10 (EST)

My two cents are: For instance, aside from not controlling the Senate, there are a few losers like ol' Trent and the faux-Christian right. See, Glit, that's why we're trying to get you past making these final judgements on things, the pendulum keeps shifting between classicism and romanticism, never stops. Sure, it's romantic to think Trent doesn't have any torpedoes or that the bible-thumping racist contingent will always be content under Rove, same as it is to think that President Clinton is somehow besmirched by the kangaroo impeachment by the House lunatics, but beware that classical shift coming around to bop your dreams from behind. No matter how hard we hope it is true, riding a Honda 50 without leathers isn't really the mark of a risk-taker. Going for image instead of substance all the time isn't necessarily a winner in the long run, no matter how many special favors you do for the corporations you get your money from. We'll just have to wait and see.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 12:48:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Fact is, Republicans control the Executive, the House, and the Senate. And now there's a new majority leader in place who's also a F.O.G. Trent Lott situation was Win Win.
doubt it
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 12:40:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Cheney is not unique. I know a lot of guys who got married and pumped out a couple of daughters to dodge the draft. Funny they were always daughters.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:53:40 (EST)

My two cents are: The Honda was just a hobby, dopE. That's his muscled-up Comet across the street.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:51:49 (EST)

My two cents are: As someone who drove a Vespa 150 at about the time Cheney had that girlie Honda, I can only feel pity for him.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:50:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe the risk he's taking is the risk of road rash. No helmet, no chaps, no black leather jacket, no gloves. What if he pops a wheelie on the 50 and the dame slides off because she's afraid to slide her arms all the way around him? What if he has to kick a downshift with those penny-loafers? Lots of things could go wrong. Risk-taking is written all over the pic.
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- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:48:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Here are some feathers in his cap that may serve to illustrate the Cheney view: Co-sponsored �Preborn Children�s Civil Rights Act of 1985�; Voted against ERA in 1983 (along with 146 other members of Congress); supports tax cuts; and he's not the type of politician who kisses ass at Hollywood like righteous Joe did.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:45:17 (EST)

My two cents are: When he was in a Harley town he rode a Honda 50. Of course, he made up for it by having a dame on the back seat, clinging to him like butter on toast.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:45:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Then there's the one with Cheney in the hammock, and Time appreciatively noting that he's a boots guy in a loafers town. What th...? When he was in a boots town he wore loafers-- is the guy mixed up or what? Or maybe a better question is, when did he start wearing the boots? Was 40-mule-team Ron in the saddle?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:42:57 (EST)

My two cents are: The best Cheney photo is the one Glurt posted, which Time captions with the claim that he's a "risk-taker". Apparently the risk he's taking is to wear white socks and black loafers with his Bermuda shorts. Not an easy row to hoe in Wyoming in 1962.
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- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:38:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Cheney achieved his milestones? Hey, that's good enough for me. Let's get on with it.
Good Christian�
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:25:29 (EST)

My two cents are: "He's not a Georgetown, look-over-your-shoulder, cocktail-party kind of guy." - Mary Matalin on V.P. Dick Cheney.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:23:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps the best thing about Cheney is his ability to serve under others and keeping his own arrogance in check while rising to the level of his own ambition. A very talented executive. The problem at Haliburton was related to acquiring a company with the baggage of asbestos litigation, which became a poison pill for the company to swallow.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:17:34 (EST)

My two cents are: I disagree. I think Cheney stands for power. His Republicanism, such as it is, is accidental, dependent more on his state of origin than any actual beliefs. What national good did his time at Halliburton serve? How did that make America strong? Can you give me even one quote that reveals this charlatan's deepest beliefs? If he croaked tomorrow, would America lose a guiding moral light? Did you pine for him at all until he chose himself as a candidate for vice president? While he was conducting his "search," did you find yourself hoping he would choose himself. What has been his greatest accomplishment? Do you consider him a leader? What feeling of pride does his career cause to well up in you? Be specific. Look, the photo essay was about no more than this empty suit's rise to power. There is no more. He rose to power, period.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 11:08:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Cheney stands for a strong America. An American that is serves as a 21st guiding force in our world. He knows how to man handle the Democrats and get them squawking. Just talking about Cheney achieves that effect, right?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:59:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Going back a ways, Cheney was Defense Secretary in Gulf War I. Sure, the U.N. made mistakes, like not calling for Sadam's ouster, but Cheney achieved his milestones.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:55:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, there was the debates in which Cheney ran dozens of circles around Beavis Lieberman.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:52:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Is that what Christians do, contemplate a hell for those they hate? That's some religion.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:47:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, rube, I've told you why I find nothing to respect in Cheney. Now it's your turn. For all your Republican cheerleading, you haven't said what it is about Cheney you find admirable. Have a go at it, clodhopper.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:46:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, I will go on. I feel no bitterness toward the man. His drive for power doesn't impress me. What does the man stand for? What are his core beliefs? As I say, he seems to be an empty suit. Perhaps you can enlighten me as to his deeper qualities. Deeper than the pursuit of naked power and money that is.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:43:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Dream on. Betcha wish you were a Christian just so you could contemplate a hell of your own creation for the man. The bitterness you feel for the man is fascinating. Please do go on...
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:36:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Checked out all the Cheney pictures and from what I can tell, his rise to power was attributable to befriending a series of gangsters and thugs in both the private and public sectors. He appears to be a rather unremarkable man, an empty suit, whose only goal is raw power. The only comfort one can derive vis a vis Dick Cheney is the fact that he will die an early death. There will be no great mourning when that day arrives. For those who believe in an afterlife, know that Cheney may spend eternity in his own private hell int he company of the likes of Barbara Olson.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:26:11 (EST)

My two cents are: How did a quiet kid from Wyoming come to wield such power?
By knowing what to kiss and when to kiss it?
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:11:55 (EST)

My two cents are: "How did a quiet kid from Wyoming come to wield such power? An intimate look..."

LINK_TEXT_HERE (click on image) Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 10:00:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Thai Elephant Torture Video Sparks Controversy advertisement E-Mail This Article Printer-Friendly Version Subscribe to The Post Reuters Monday, December 23, 2002; 8:45 AM By Tessa Unsworth BANGKOK, Thailand (Reuters) - Bound and dragged from his mother into a crude wooden enclosure, 3-year-old Plai Boonsom screams as he is beaten on head and body with metal hooks. The ritual, carried out daily for up to a week, is part of a young Thai elephant's training by villagers for a working life entertaining tourists in Thailand and has been secretly videotaped by animal rights activists. "Our footage shows elephants covered with wounds, blood, bruises...and back of the legs covered with diarrhea as a result of the fear and stress," said Jason Baker, Asia representative for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). PETA used the video to launch a global campaign this month urging tourists to boycott Thailand, hoping to hit the country where it hurts and force the government to ban the tethering of elephants and their use in tourist shows. But PETA's findings have been challenged by conservationists and the Thai government, which says the group is promoting a one-sided campaign about the treatment of elephants, Thailand's national symbol.
has anyone popped this up on bangkok chat yet and asked why the puking royal thai family is beating baby elephants?
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 09:54:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Dunno. That's their problem. Fact is, Republicans control the Executive, the House, and the Senate. And now there's a new majority leader in place who's also a F.O.G. Trent Lott situation was Win Win.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 09:47:52 (EST)

My two cents are: The big question for DimboCRAPS is how they're going to draw minority voters from the GOP given the GOP's committment to civil rights that only ended 40 years ago. How can the DimboCRAPS possibly catch up with the party of Lott?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 09:31:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 09:19:59 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.jesus21.com/
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 08:00:42 (EST)

My two cents are: We might be onto something here, I mean we don't hear about "good lutherans" and "bad lutherans"... the "good" versus the "evil" methodists or mennonites or even jews or moslems. This "good" christian thing is reserved for the born agains, for those that have been so insensitive, selfish and abysmal in their conduct they claim some bath of purity releases and absolves them like a drunk working a 12 step. These are the folks that speak about being "good" christians.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 07:52:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Further, I think anyone admiring the sand sculptures in front of the Plim Plaza could tell you that "good" in this case appears judgemental, and act of which is reserved not for mere mortals. Sense the hypocrisy here?
Captain Philosophy Book
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 07:48:34 (EST)

My two cents are: So what of this "good christian" concept? It certainly connotes the existence of the "bad christian"....perhaps someone can explain the difference. One might also posit a "very good and saintly christian", as well as a "very bad, evil demonic christian". This is what happens when one is careless with adjectives. Take a lesson from this.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 07:45:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Good Christians ride the greased dachshund?
doubt it
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 02:10:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Bob Livingston: a good Christian smeared by hypocrite DimboCRAPS. Wonderful. Now let's get on with it.
Glint (02)
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 02:08:18 (EST)

My two cents are: BOEING DROPS FUTURISTIC SONIC CRUISER PLAN... developing
more Bush economy results
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 02:06:06 (EST)

My two cents are: A federally funded study has paid women as much as $75 to watch pornographic videos to determine 'what types of audiovisual erotica women find sexually arousing'... developing
Bob Livingston lobbied this one through Congress
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 02:01:09 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know about the confused guy, but House Slave is a ringer.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 01:57:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyone have this one figured? Are we dealing with Glint here, or just a confused normal?
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- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 01:49:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Eisenhower was a Republican?
I hope someone told him
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 01:17:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Now that Gore has dropped out of the Democratic race for President, I'm throwing my support behind Hillary if she decides to run.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 23, 2002 at 00:01:28 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't no bout no guvnuh, but Sen. Gore let my people sit in his car whilst he dined at the "in and out" burger stand.
house slave
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 23:36:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Extra Credit Question: "What a chump I been!", "Rastus", and "Shet my mouf" is coming from: a) Democrats b) Republicans
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 23:23:11 (EST)

My two cents are: From September 2-4, 1957, Governor Orval Faubus (D) employed units of the Arkansas National Guard to prevent the integration of Central High School in Little Rock. On September 25, a federalized National Guard and United States Army units sent by President Eisenhower (R) escorted nine black students to school. Six years later, President Kennedy (D) would also use this republican tactic.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 23:22:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Extra Credit Question: "What a chump I been!", "Rastus", and "Shet my mouf" is coming from: a) Democrats b) Republicans
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:35:43 (EST)

My two cents are: What Kennedy did to Wallace just shows how the Democrats coddled Southern racists.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:31:15 (EST)

My two cents are: There was a Republican named Bo?
doubt it
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:29:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Presidents were booting governors out of schoolhouse doorways all over the south in them days. Some of the presidents were Republicans.
Another reason to join the GOP, Rastus.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:25:16 (EST)

My two cents are: On June 11, 1963, Alabama's Governor George Wallace came to national prominence when he kept a campaign pledge to stand in the schoolhouse door to block integration of Alabama public schools. Governor Wallace read this proclamation when he first stood in the door-way to block the attempt of two black students, Vivian Malone and James Hood, to register at the University of Alabama. President John F. Kennedy federalized the Alabama National Guard, and ordered its units to the university campus. Wallace then stepped aside and returned to Montgomery allowing the students to enter
History Final goes into overtime
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:21:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Although Republican Bo Callaway won a plurality of the vote, the Georgia Legislature installed Lester Maddox as governor.
has a familiar ring
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:19:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Shee-it! I din't know it was the DimboCRAPS opposed the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.! Shet my mouf.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:18:16 (EST)

My two cents are: You mean to tell me Southern racists were Democrats long time ago? Trivia, huh? Kind of interesting. Oh well. Gotta remember that one for the next cocktail party I go to.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:17:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Who's the stupid guy down there at 22:04? We got a new live one?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:14:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh! You mean it's the DimboCRAPS wanting to keep me down and the Republicans is the good guys? What a chump I been! I'm switchin' to the GOP!
Intelligent Black Man
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:13:17 (EST)

My two cents are: 20th Century U.S. History final: 1) The Dixiecrat party was made up of Southern a) Democrats b) Republicans 2) Jim Crow laws were passed by legislatures controlled by: a) Democrats b) Republicans 3) When the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. led the civil rights efforts in the South, the governing powers that opposed him were of which party? a) Democrat b) Republican 4) In Arkansas, the governor who stood in the door of a schoolhouse to block integration was a: a) Democrat b) Republican 5) The president who ordered in the National Guard to dislodge the above-mentioned governor from the above-mentioned door was a: a) Democrat b) Republican 6) George Wallace was a: a) Democrat b) Republican 7) Lester Maddox was a: a) Democrat b) Republican 8) Although Republican Bo Callaway won a plurality of the vote, the Georgia Legislature installed Lester Maddox as governor. The Legislature was ruled by an overwhelming majority of: a) Democrats b) Republicans
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 22:04:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Have you seen those people in South Africa rioting at the Nelson Mandala Christmas food and toy giveaway? Geesh! Republicans would never act like that!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:58:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I've never admitted it and I'm no DimboCRAP, that's for sure!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:54:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Everybody rides the greased dachshund. The Dims just don't admit it, even in the locker room with their buddies.
Glint
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:46:22 (EST)

My two cents are: As many do WHAT???
curious Tampa grandmother
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:43:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Why is it that the least moral people, the DimboCRAPS, are always lecturing everybody on morality? I'll bet that on any given night as many Dims as Republicans ride the greased dachshund. Everybody does it, but it's always the Dimbos who point the finger.
Glint (01)
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:42:19 (EST)

My two cents are: The Republicans seem to get a lot of pussy for such fuddy-duddies. What is it? Power as an aphrodisiac? The months away from the little woman doing the people's business? The inbred feeling of entitlement? RNC payoffs to the DC vice squad?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:38:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Has Dr. Laura been arrested yet?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:38:21 (EST)

My two cents are: To tell you the truth, Livingston was not very forthcoming with the details, nor were any of the men and women he cavorted with. I wouldn't trust a lobbyist who covered up his sex life. If a man will lie about sex, he will lie about everything.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:36:11 (EST)

My two cents are: A Republican can commit adultery with just about anything. Ask Lindsay Graham. Sheep, hatracks, door-knobs... the phone is easy.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:32:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, phone sex too. Strap-ons. Anal play. Strangulation games. Hookers with whips.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:29:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Adultery? I thought this was the phone-sex guy.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:25:50 (EST)

My two cents are: LOS ANGELES -- He was all set to become one of the most powerful politicians in America, the speaker of the House of Representatives, but Louisiana Republican Congressman Bob Livingston quit on the same December day in 1998 that his colleagues voted to impeach President Clinton, according to a Los Angeles Times report. In the face of a magazine's scrutiny of his personal life, Livingston's confession of marital infidelities left his political career on the cutting-room floor of the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal ... almost. He has since founded a lobbying outfit named the Livingston Group, which is in the indirect employ of Los Angeles' Metropolitan Transportation Authority. The MTA board just voted a two-year contract with options for another four years to spend $3 million with the big-noise Washington lobbying-law firm Patton Boggs -- and the Livingston Group, starring the ex-rep Livingston, is listed as one of Patton Boggs' three subcontractors, designated federal lobbyists. (The preceding report appeared in the Los Angeles Times Monday, Dec. 16, 2002..)
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:15:30 (EST)

My two cents are: The Livingston Group offers top quality Government representation as well as marketing and legal services for businesses nationally and internationally.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:08:11 (EST)

My two cents are: "Former congressional powerhouse Bob Livingston, who resigned from the House after disclosures of his extramarital affairs, came out strong for abstinence at the Republican platform hearings last week. Throughout the sessions, the barrel-voiced Louisiana politician, who was set to become House speaker before his resignation, repeatedly told fellow members of the platform committee that the GOP must stand tall for sexual restraint. 'We need to eliminate the possibility of sexual attraction of any sort' during military basic training, said Livingston, now a Washington lobbyist. Men and women are supposed 'to fight together, but they are not supposed to be engaged in other activities which might distract them from that goal.' In part because of Livingston's urgings, the committee approved a plank calling for sex segregation during basic training in the Army, Navy and Air Force. Afterward, Livingston was asked why he was speaking so strongly on sexual issues. 'It has nothing to do with me,' he said" (Lois Romano, The Washington Post, July 31, 2000).
hoo-boy
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 20:05:14 (EST)

My two cents are: He was itching to get into the private sector. He had long dreamt of leaving the House and starting a little business, something he could take personal pride in. So, Bob started a little lobbying shop and, surprisingly, was able to land some very large clients. An American success story to be sure.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:55:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Ted Olson? That lying son of a bitch? Figures.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:52:28 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always wondered about Bob Livingston. What became of him? For a while there it seemed like he was going to be part of the Republican Leadership. Did he just decide he wanted to spend more time with his family? What's he doing now?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:51:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Listen, guy, it's all just coming bubbling out because Ted Olson is on the short list. We all see that as a fitting tribute to a woman who broke the news about how these were hijacked airplanes that were raining down on America. Even if Barbara Olson hadn't psychoanalyzed Hitlery Cliton and found her wanting, or pulled the plug on Cliton's failed foreign policy, she would go down as the Paul Revere of her time. And take all the gratuitous swipes at Bob Livingston that you want, he was the first man who had the balls to muscle up to the front of the line for Speaker of the House, when Newt was wounded and obviously going down.
Captain Current Events
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:49:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course not. Bo doesn't quite rate as a second-rate celebritiy.They used to call her 10, but now her nickname is 3.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:49:07 (EST)

My two cents are: 10-point pop quiz: of the "20 most irritating liberals", how many are second-rate celebrities that no intelligent American would think twice about?
hint: Bo Derek isn't on the list
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:43:15 (EST)

My two cents are: What I don't get is how this is all supposed to tie into the dead bitch. I don't recall her ever telling the truth about warts, foreign policy or anything else. Somehow, this lying shrew has been made into some kind of icon of the right, like Bob Livingston or any of the numerous House Managers.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:42:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Why is it that foreigners can't see George Bush's majesty, the way we can here stateside? Is it the bandy legs? Is it the moron thing? Is it the lack up an upper lip? I mean, here's a guy who can look into an ex-KGB agent's orbs and see a man he can trust.... why doesn't the world see the simple goodness of such a man? Oh, no, they want the big dog, they want the licentious Mr. Cliton, who made them rich and brought them peace and settled the hash of the bad guys. It just ain't fair. Cliton never had to face a bad day for the Tri-State Area, after all. He was never in such a tough situation that he had to scamper half way across America to safety in the deepest bunker in the known world. Can't they walk a mile in the Bush loafers before they discount him as a lipless lightweight? And who cares, they're just a bunch of greasers anyway.
RNC
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:40:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't get the part about the failed foreign policy, although as a politician he would naturally have lied about things such as his sex life if questioned, and warts can strike anyone at any time, no man immune. Our best bet is to rub his failed foreign policy into him, but that's hard with a guy who gets mobbed by idolators every time he crosses a border. Shee-it, the only foreigners who feel that way about Snippy are in the Kremlin.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 19:33:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Looks like we got a live one. Tell us more about these "obvious lies, warts, failed foreign policy" talking points, rube. Is it okay if we pretend you're Glint? More fun that way. Thanks.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:35:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Ever since she vaporized, MSNBC's ratings have gone in the dumper. No appropriate whacko to fill the void left by Bugs.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:32:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Never again will we see Bugs Olson reduced to dissembling and stammering as she gets caught in yet another lie about the Clintons while flogging her latest Regnery Press slander tome. Awwww, poor Bugs.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:30:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, you guys are being hard on Witless. What the hey, isn't it Xmas? Besides, didn't Hitlery say that anyone who thinks that ousting Trent Lott changes the racist nature of the GOP is naive? Talk about mean, talk about cruel. How could she say such a thing? Just because something is true doesn't mean you have to go spouting it out and hurt everyone's feelings. Good guys like Bill "Baby Huey" Bennet, and George F. Will, the owl-faced warrior, and Jesse Helms, the courtly dean of separate-but-equal.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:25:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Pointing out Clintons obvious lies, warts, and failed foreign policy is considered "demonizing" by those who aspire to sip the Lewinsky tap.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:14:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Ah, I see we have an amateur Clinton demonologist right here. One who thinks he's funny no less. It's either a pretender to Glint's throne of witless vapidity, or it's old Witless Vapid Breightly himself. Either one will do for the experiment.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:09:29 (EST)

My two cents are: "Lying Clinton" is right. But which one? Both.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 17:01:47 (EST)

My two cents are: The loss of even one lying Clinton demonologist is what we call a good start.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 16:26:47 (EST)

My two cents are: O.K. forget the part about converting then.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 16:15:44 (EST)

My two cents are: When American Airlines Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon, one of the leading lights of Clinton demonology, Barbara Olson, was lost. She and her husband, Solicitor General Ted Olson, are not exactly sympathetic characters, unless of course you believe in America-hating liberal conspiracies, but one couldn't help but feel grief and horror reading about their last cell-phone conversation. Wherever she is now, Barbara might be happy to know that her colleagues are calling for a jihad of their own to avenge the dreadful events of September 11. Leading the pack is syndicated columnist Ann Coulter, a vicious Clintonographer in her own right, who complained bitterly in National Review Online that our bombs haven't yet rained down on Muslims everywhere. "This is no time to be precious about locating the exact individuals directly involved in this particular terrorist attack," Coulter fumed. "Those responsible include anyone anywhere in the world who smiled in response to the annihilation of patriots like Barbara Olson. "We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity."
Aging and/or dead bimbos of the right
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 15:51:31 (EST)

My two cents are: This is a superb example of the Insincere Apology. Barbara Olson said something deeply unkind (though fairly accurate) about Bill Clinton's late mother in order to make a specious comparison between Bill Clinton and George W. Bush. The context in which she did so was an outburst of naked class snobbery. Olson had no option but retreat. But she couldn't say, "I'm sorry that I said something gratuitously mean about Bill Clinton's mother." That would acknowledge previous malign intent and might damage the reputation of her husband, Solicitor General Ted Olson. Instead, Olson took the common dodge of stating that her intent was misconstrued. She meant well; clumsily, she just chose words that failed to convey her true feelings. But of course, it simply isn't possible that Olson meant well, since there is no nice way to say that someone is "a barfly who gets used by men."
gotta say, I miss this pyschotic bitch getting caught in lie after lie on cable TV
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 15:29:41 (EST)

My two cents are: "Look at Bill Clinton's mother, as opposed to George W.'s mother. Is your mother a barfly who gets used by men? Or is your mother a strong woman who demanded respect for her ideas and always received it?" --The statement Olson was apologizing for, quoted approvingly by Toby Harnden in the July 25 London Telegraph and disapprovingly by Grove in his July 27 column.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 15:28:33 (EST)

My two cents are: "I wish to apologize to President Clinton and his family for my insensitivity. My choice of words was very unfortunate. I did not intend to demean Virginia Kelley or her memory and I regret having done so." --Republican activist Barbara Olson, as quoted by Lloyd Grove in his July 31 "Reliable Sources" column in the Washington Post.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 15:27:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Then there's Eleanor, who married an Aussie to provide a roof and a fresh supply of jismite.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 15:01:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 14:19:57 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm going to hold back on elucidating the various themes, I think this little jewel needs to be savored like merlot for a few days anyway.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:59:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Six if you count the medium, anyway I'm not up to post-industrial marxist deconstruction at the moment.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:55:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Five here and still counting.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:53:39 (EST)

My two cents are: I see at least four themes in it.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:50:44 (EST)

My two cents are: I think the little tale makes several points, is almost rife with poingance,
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:44:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe it's just a "slice of life" story. Isn't supposed to have a point. Isn't post to say anything, to instruct, to have a moral. The idea is, "this happened to me." "I am a camera." It's just a "window on the world." The stream of life in a cube. Everything doesn't have to be broken up in meaningful little frames: "The Time I Said I Ate Dog-food." That's so western. So linear. So "subject-object relationship." Mellow out. Go with the ebb and flow of life. Don't always expect a lecture.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:31:42 (EST)

My two cents are: I guess I don't care if there's a point, I'm just trying to understand. So you ate dog-food. Is that all? What's the story? What's the moral? Was the "puppychow" any good? How was the real dog-food? Spice it up. Make it informative. The way it sits, I don't get it. You got a present from someone a few cubes over. You tell her you ate some dog-food once. And?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 13:27:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:58:56 (EST)

My two cents are: You think there should be a "point"?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:57:15 (EST)

My two cents are: The point being....?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:54:05 (EST)

My two cents are: So it�s a few days before Christmas and as I come back from a lunchtime of present-shopping, two of my female officemates are in the next cubicle. I look in the chair at my workstation and it�s a present from one of them with a card. The card says �wishing you and your wife a merry holiday season� etc, generic but handwritten and nice. It was from one of the women and her husband who I met once. Anyway, I�m preparing to open the little package after reading the card and the woman who gave it to me sort of interrupts the opening and asks me if I�ve ever eaten puppy chow. I tell her �No� but I�ve eaten dog food, just not puppy chow, why�� and they both get this weird look. Now she� strikes me as sort of sheltered, suburban, and and apparently �puppychow� is a name for some sort of home made candy. That�s what was in the present she gave, what she was asking about. So the fact that I�ve eaten dog food isn�t exactly the response she was looking for. In fact, they both looked sort of shocked. At this point, I realize my glaring error and attempt retreat . �Just the chex�, I try to explain �to see what they�re like�,�. �out of concern for the dogs you see�; �never from the can�; just to see�;�.. I stammered on. But it was all sort of useless. They�d stopped listening. Their jaws were wide open in disbelief, they're eyes glazed in horror. In one last attempt I asked if they had ever tasted their cat�s food as at least one of them was a cat person. �No�, came the response, �not even the chex�. And so it was that for Christmas 2002 I ended up telling my co-workers I had eaten dog food.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:51:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's recent calling bucket-kicker Babs Olson an on-the-rag skanky ho' may have been sexist and uncalled for. not that there's anything wrong with that.
gerund descending a staircase
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:43:34 (EST)

My two cents are: How dishonest will our pundits be? Let�s revisit uber-dissembler Barbara Olson on Monday night�s Larry King Live. As is perfectly obvious from the factual record, it�s entirely likely that Chandra Levy went jogging on May 1. (This doesn�t mean she was harmed while jogging. She may have jogged, come home, then gone out again.) But pundits like Olson don�t even want you to think that Chandra may have taken a run; they only want you to suspect Gary Condit. So Olson went to work Monday night. King was asking his women guests if they would jog without their ID: OLSON: Certainly not in that area, I wouldn�t. I think that�s why Chandra did belong to a gym. And it�s odd that she had her key and nothing else with her packed [sic]. Now, maybe you say she�s a runner, she quit her gym, but she was packed and ready to go. We know she�s been on the Internet that morning at least until 12:30 or 1:00 in the afternoon. Good jogging time? Not in D.C. It doesn�t seem to add up. Olson seemed to imply that it would be too hot to run. (That�s how Laura Ingraham understood her; "I don�t think that�s all that unusual, even on a hot Washington day," Ingraham said in response to Olson. Duh.) But is it hot in D.C. on May 1�the day when Levy disappeared? According to the National Weather Bureau, the average high temp in D.C. on May 1 is a stifling 71 degrees! It is, of course, a perfect day and a perfect time to run in Rock Creek Park. Did Levy do so? We don�t know. But neither, of course, does Barbara Olson. Olson was simply spinning again�because she wants you to picture Condit committing murder.
looking for more Bugs Bunny cheesecake, all I can find is Olson lies
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:41:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Bugs Bunny? She looks like a babe to me. Ann Coulter with meat on her bones. Dr. Laura with a frontal lobe. I think they should memorialize her by making her husband a supreme court justice. It's the least we can do.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:25:03 (EST)

My two cents are: That picture of Barbara "Bugs Bunny" Olson reminds one that not all the 911 victims were good people. Some were sick, twisted lying scuzzes, like Barb. Taht's the trouble with terrorism, it plays no favorites. If it had just been Barbara we could laugh it off as just desserts.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 12:14:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Is Glint American?
doubt it
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 02:32:29 (EST)

My two cents are: The problem with this administration, and the thing that is going to bring it down, is that no matter how bellicose Rumsfeld and Cheney are, no matter how hard Wolfie pounds the war drums, when it comes down to it Bush won't fight. Too yellow. Doesn't even have the guts of his old man, the queer, who at least OK'd a half-war. There it is. Nothing more to say. Bush is too yellow to fight, and we lost the war on terrorism before it began.
Col. Joe Angerer, USMC (ret)
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 02:29:47 (EST)

My two cents are: This guy Ted Olson is Solicitor General because of a uncommitted majority who figured that a president gets his own guy in that slot, even if the guy is a sleaze-ball. Putting a sleaze-ball on the supreme court, though, is another matter, one that a majority of Republican senators probably wouldn't support. If Olson really were on anyone's short list for anything but asshole of the month, it would be something to be gleeful about. As it is, Olson is begging Rove to let him fire off a gratuitous argument in favor of the court's rooting the negroes out of the University of Michigan-- if he gets the OK, then the Republicans can air more ads in '04 moaning about how the nigra took whitey's job. Onward and upward march the troglodytes to their reward on the high side of the pie.
with poor little glint quacking his approval
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 02:11:01 (EST)

My two cents are: When you think of it, though, Glint is a real museum piece. He must be a snapshot of a certain time and place that none of us will ever see, and that no one before us ever saw. What alignment of the planets, what conditions conceibable to even an infinitessimal sampling of men could ever come together to spawn a being who thought an off-campus apartment was the cold cruel world, and that working as a consultant on someone's government boondoggle was more of it? No one else you could point to in history or literature or anywhere in the common experience of man could ever think that. The closest I can think of are the people in the Sinclair Lewis book, "Babbit", but even they had a vague feeling that there was something beyond their experience, and of course if Lewis were a better writer they would have had pasts. Maybe in fairy tales, although certainly not in the dark tales of the brothers Grimm... fairy tales on television in the late 1950's, maybe? No. Glint and Glint's tribe and time were unique. It can never happen again, not in this world or the next. Museum piece, that's what the guy is. Nothing for the rest of us to worry about. It can't happen again.
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- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:59:33 (EST)

My two cents are: What's the big mystery here? He'd sound like a guy who thought living off-campus at college and having to make his own bed was a move "outside the bubble." I guess it might have been, for a mama's boy from the sticks. Maybe Glint's like normal people, just a few steps down the evolutionary scale. Although, doubt it.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:47:36 (EST)

My two cents are: I could never think past what a real 21st century chubby commute-to-the-suburbs modem-tender would sound like uttering the words "union goons." You guys have stronger stomachs than I do.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:30:05 (EST)

My two cents are: It does give one a queasy feeling.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:24:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I hope he's not crying out for help. Because I sure don't want to touch the victim of whatever he's got.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:23:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. The word "sick-o" comes to mind.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:21:48 (EST)

My two cents are: I can almost hear it, a fat-legged, squish-faced gnome talking sternly to his chubby daughters about union goons. But then, I can't hear it at all, can't even try to imagine it without choking off in something like fearful inner chuckling mixed with disgust and even a little pity. Jesus, what kind of man would talk about a supreme court nomination being a good way of honoring the guy's dead wife's memory. What sort of diseased brain could the thought leak out of? God almighty, Glint, get yourself some therapy. A lobotomy. Something. Did you ever consider retiring, like Pete? Can't you restrict yourself to trying to be the best jism satirist a talentless clodhopper can be, and set the product off in wide margins? Paugh, you are disgusting. Please try to think about others before you burble.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:19:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Ooooooh! Union goons! How scary!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 22, 2002 at 01:11:38 (EST)

My two cents are: WASHINGTON, D.C. -- Amid tears and the smoke of burning sage, they formed a circle Friday around Paul Wellstone's wooden desk. Its glassy top was dulled by dust, its contents in cardboard boxes on the floor. Robert Holden, a pony-tailed, cowboy-booted Choctaw and Chickasaw Indian from Oklahoma, held an eagle feather aloft. He waved the clouds of burning sage around the circle. On this, the day the late senator's congressional office closed for good, the telephones were disconnected, and much of the office equipment was piled in a conference room, ready to be picked over by the staffs of other senators.
What, no beach balls and union goons under the big top this time?
The number has been disconnected Take that Liberal scum!

- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 23:45:11 (EST)

My two cents are: I see that the short list of possible Bush Supreme Court nominees to replace any retiring or bucket kicking judges is Solicitor General Theodore Olson, the Bush administration's Supreme Court lawyer and husband of the late Barbra Olson. What a good choice that would be, and a good way of honoring Barbra's memory.
Glint
Take that Liberal scum!

- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 23:18:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Rehnquist Ready To Retire? WASHINGTON, Dec. 21, 2002 (AP) A leg injury and a Republican majority in the Senate have combined to further speculation that this Supreme Court term will be the last for Chief Justice William H. Rehnquist. Should the longest-serving member of the court step aside after 31 years, it would give President Bush the opportunity to pick his first justice. With the GOP winning control of the Senate last month for the new Congress, the president should have an easier time getting his nominee approved.
He would be a tough act to follow. But now's as good a time as any to refresh to troops. <Glint>
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 23:06:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Are there any prostitutes from Thailand chatting here tonight who have muched on Thai royal family cum before?

- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 22:31:45 (EST)

My two cents are: m�nnerunterw�sche cum-drinking sluttits!
Hans
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 22:02:42 (EST)

My two cents are: You guys are rank amateurs. If you want to get to Glint, you have to remind him that he's just a stocky dwarf with fat legs and a face that looks like it got caught in a trash compactor. He's too secure about his mental agility and genteel country manners to take offense when his pathetic lack of class is pointed out to him.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 22:01:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't mind Glint. He's just showing what a classy guy he is. Figures it will steam Hitlery to know that it's the sophisticated segment of society that bought the Limbaugh line on the looting of the White House urban legends.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:57:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, Glint, if it's facial semen you want you can do a lot better than Japanese cartoons. Just go on you media search program and look for "facials" among the avi files and jpg's. I've always wondered who it was that was attracted to those pictures, and goddamn if it doesn't turn out to be right-wing rubes from Nebraska! Small world!
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- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:54:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Easy, Glint, easy big fella. A lot of right-wingers have swelled up so much with righteous indignation that they have popped. You don't want that to happen to you. Just take a deep breath, think about how Trent Lott was only in the Republican Party since 1972 when Nixon opened the door by going after the Wallace Vote. Everything is going to be good, if there are no unintended consequences from an invasion of Araby, and if cutting taxes really does help the economy. Nothing to worry about. Not a thing. Relax. Watch some football.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:51:03 (EST)

My two cents are: "I've taken a shine to her chin"
bubblicious
Take that Liberal scum!

- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:46:25 (EST)

My two cents are: You've got to realize that Glint is bitter because the Clitons have lied to him. If there is one thing that touches Glint off, it's an untruth uttered by a politician. Sometimes I worry that he just doesn't have the thick hide needed for survival in a world where liberals roam free. But that's not Glint's fault! Why can't everybody be a straight shooter like, say, George Bush II or, to grab another random example, Dick Cheney? Or Ari Fleisher, Ari's a good one. The truth, that's all the poor farm boy asks from a man, from a president, from an administration. Why is it so hard for the liberals to accommodate him?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:45:17 (EST)

My two cents are: "... pack her stolen loot back into the carpet bag..." Evil genius. But genius all the same! How does the guy pack so much meaning into a phrase?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:40:46 (EST)

My two cents are: You said it. Glirt's at his best when the situation calls for catty statements. He scratched Hitlery's eyes out!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:36:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, you wicked, wicked dog, Glint! Way to dig the old hat-pin in! Sharp nails, man. Whoa.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:34:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Hillary can't run in the 2004 polls. She said she would finish out her term to serve her adopted state and we know that a Clinton never lies. Of course if it was in the best interest of the country... Definitely would be in the best interest for New Yorkers to encourage her to pack her stolen loot back into the carpet bag and hit the road. (01)
Glint
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 21:19:24 (EST)

My two cents are:
The 20 jsim eaters with the wettest chins

"The Twenty Most Annoying Liberals In The United States For 2002"

If being annoying was a crime, there are a lot of liberals
who would be sitting on Death Row in Texas waiting for them
to crank up "Old Sparky." But until now, these "serial
annoyers" have never gotten their proper due. Well, RWN
thinks that's a crying shame. That's why we've punched up a
list that's designed to celebrate annoying lefties. So get
ready, because it's time for the first annual, "Twenty Most
Annoying Liberals In The United States For 2002."

Honorable Mentions: Madeline Albright, Robert Altman, Alec
Baldwin, Martha Burk, Robert Byrd, James Carville, Noam
Chomsky, Hilliary Clinton, Maureen Dowd, Steve Earle, Danny
Glover, Ted Kennedy, Paul Krugman, Terry Mcauliffe, Neil
Rogers, Al Sharpton, & Ted Turner.

20) Ed Asner: If there's any sort of anti-war gathering
that the "stars" are participating in, you can expect Ed
Asner to show up somewhere. Yes, crusty, old Lou Grant
somehow managed to be a prominent member of the "Not In Our
Name" crowd and the "Artists United to Win Without War"
despite being a D level celebrity who can only get parts
like the voice of an airedale terrier in the children's
movie "Here's Looking at You, Kid." If only Asner could
fade into obscurity gracefully instead of saying things
like...

Defining Quote: (On the American people) "They're sheep.
They like him (Bush) enough to credit him with saving the
nation after 9/11. Three thousand people get killed, and
everybody thinks they're next on the list. The president
comes along, and he's got his six-guns strapped on, and
people think he's going to save them." -- Ed Asner

19) Amiri Baraka: Let's face it, poets are annoying to
begin with. But anti-semitic liberal poets? They're off the
charts on the annoyance meter -- especially New Jersey Poet
Laureate Amiri Baraka . Here are few lines from his now
infamous poem, "Someone Blew Up America."

Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed
Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
To stay home that day
Why did Sharon stay away?

Not only did Baraka continue to insist that urban legend he
stuck in his poem was true, he showed himself to be
completely nuts in an interview with Connie Chung. Here's
some of the paranoid ranting from Baraka that Chung's
audience was treated to...

Defining Quotes: (Baraka on 9/11) "Well, here's the point.
My intention was to show that not only did Israel know,
because Israel -- we're talking about 9/11 -- not only did
Israel know, but the United States knew. Bush and
company..." -- Amiri Baraka

"You're saying that Israel and the United States knew..." --
Connie Chung

"And Germany. -- Amiri Baraka

"...that these attacks were going to occur?" -- Connie Chung

"And Germany and France and Russia and England. And this is
confirmed." -- Amiri Baraka

18) Sean Penn: Now how could we have a list of annoying
left-wingers without mentioning Spicoli? This week, Penn

has been playing useful idiot for the Iraqis. He spent
three days puttering around Iraq meeting Iraqi flunkies
like some sort of 4th rate Bono. Then when his trip was
over, the Baghdad Online News Service claimed, "he [Penn]
confirmed that Iraq is completely clear of weapons of mass
destruction and the United Nations must adopt a positive
stance towards Iraq" which Penn quickly denied. Maybe the
peacenik image Penn is trying to project helps him pick-up
women at cocktail parties, but the rest of the planet
wishes he'd spend more time making his mediocre movies and
less time trying to be a cheap Ghandi knock-off.

Defining Quote: "I think that people like the Howard
Sterns, the Bill O'Reillys and to a lesser degree the bin
Ladens of the world are making a horrible contribution." --
Sean Penn

17) Woody Harrelson: A lot of Hollywood stars love to go to
Britain to shoot their mouths off about the United States.
Woody Harrelson is a prime example. He wrote an insane
column about what he would do if he were President that was
published in the Guardian. Some of Woody's ideas included
shutting down all nuclear power plants, reviving the
Chemurgy movement, and cutting the defense budget in half
in the middle of a war. Sheer brilliance!

Woody also went nuts in a cab and had to be run down by 14
British cops, praised Steve Earle for writing a flattering
song about traitor John Walker Lindh, and called George
Michael "brave" for making an Anti-war/Anti-Blair/Anti-Bush
pop song.

Defining Quote: "The war against terrorism is terrorism.
The whole thing is just bullsh*t." -- Woody Harrelson

16) Norman Mailer: Like several other vitriolic
celebrities, addled coot Norman Mailer spent a good portion
of the year in Britain giving stupendously irritating
interviews to left-wing British papers. In Mailer's case,
he seemed particularly sympathetic to the terrorists who
killed almost 3000 people on 9/11...

"The key thing is that we in America are convinced that it
was blind, mad fanatics who didn't know what they were
doing. But what if those perpetrators were right and we
were not? We have long ago lost the capability to take a
calm look at the enormity of our enemy's position." --
Norman Mailer

"The WTC was not just an architectural monstrosity, but
also terrible for people who didn't work there, for it said
to all those people: 'If you can't work up here, boy,
you're out of it.' That's why I'm sure that if those towers
had been destroyed without loss of life, a lot of people
would have cheered. Everything wrong with America led to
the point where the country built that tower of Babel,
which consequently had to be destroyed. And then came the
next shock. We had to realize that the people that did this
were brilliant. It showed that the ego we could hold up
until September 10 was inadequate." -- Norman Mailer

When he wasn't sucking up to al-Queda, Mailer found time to
criticize patriotism in America. Hey Norman, do us a favor
and stay in Britain -- no one's going to miss you here.

Defining Quote: "America has an almost obscene infatuation
with itself. Has there ever been a big, powerful country
that is as patriotic as America? And patriotic in the
tinniest way, with so much flag waving? You'd really think
we were some poor little republic, and that if one person
lost his religion for one hour, the whole thing would
crumble. America is the real religion in this country." --
Norman Mailer

15) Jesse Jackson: Like shower mildew or toenail fungus,
Jackson never really seems to go away no matter what
happens to him. Whether he calls New York "Hymie Town",
births a kid out of wedlock, or has an incredibly
embarrassing book written about him, Jackson somehow
manages to keep springing back into the limelight every
time a TV camera gets in his vicinity.

That being said, Jesse didn't have the great year. Pretty
much everybody trashed him for criticizing the
movie "Barber Shop", Jessie Lee Peterson from BOND has been
publicly ripping him all year long, & Jackson had to call
off a meeting with the terrorist group Hamas because they
murdered a several Americans right before they were
scheduled to speak with him. Fortunately, Jackson's power
is on the wane and hopefully he won't even make this list
next year. Since Jackson was such a joke this year, that
should be reflected in his defining quote...

Defining Quote: "Jesse Jackson is upset about scenes in the
new movie "Barber Shop.� I guess there�s some jokes made
about civil rights leaders like himself and Rosa Parks.
Rosa was asked about the movie and said she was upset � but
it wasn�t because of the scenes, it was because she went to
the theater to see it and the place was full and she
couldn�t find a seat." -- Jay Leno

14) Michael Moore: Few people play faster and looser with
the facts than Moore. But no matter how many times he gets
busted fudging numbers or just making things up, it doesn't
dent his popularity on the left. From his hastily
removed, "Years From Now They'll Call It, 'Payback
Tuesday' ' article that predicted big Democratic wins in
2002, to his complaints that the media is against him
despite having the International Documentary Association
name "Bowling for Columbine" the best documentary ever
made, Moore never ceases to annoy.

Defining Quote: "Every would-be oppositionist in the
country has lined up to blow Moore every since he put out
the amazing film Roger and Me, anointing him as a leading
political figure and a brilliant creative mind even though
he's been an unfunny, egomaniacal blowhard for over ten
years now. Moore wears his dissident credentials not on his
sleeve, but on his head and his waistline: his mesh
baseball cap and fat body are now the leading brand-ID
marker for political discontent among the narrow,
incestuous "enlightened left" demographic." -- From The
Beast, Most Loathsome People in America, 2002

13) Gore Vidal: Crazed lunatic Gore Vidal said so many
outrageous things that you only need to read some of his
quotes from a single interview to see that he deserves a
spot on the list...

"The government] plays off [Americans'] relative innocence,
or ignorance to be more precise. This is probably why
geography has not really been taught since World War II --
to keep people in the dark as to where we are blowing
things up. Because Enron wants to blow them up. Or Unocal,
the great pipeline company, wants a war going some place." -
- Gore Vidal in the LA Weekly

"The current junta in charge of our affairs, one not
legally elected, but put in charge of us by the Supreme
Court in the interests of the oil and gas and defense
lobbies, have used first Oklahoma City and now September 11
to further erode things." -- Gore Vidal in the LA Weekly

And here's Vidal's master stroke of idiocy...

Defining Quote: "Well, he (Bush) might as well have been
bombing Denmark. Denmark had nothing to do with 9/11. And
neither did Afghanistan, at least the Afghanis didn't." --
Gore Vidal in the LA Weekly

12) Harry Belafonte: Harry Belafonte ripped into Colin
Powell earlier this year and for all intents and purposes
called him a "house n*gger". Listening to a washed up loser
like Belafonte criticize Powell was a joke. Powell is the
son of an immigrant who received a Purple Heart and the
Bronze Star in Vietnam, became the chairman of the Joint
Chiefs of Staff, helped plan out the Gulf War, and became
the first black Secretary of State. On the other hand,
Belafonte is most famous for singing "Banana Boat (Day-O)"
in 1956. In the game of life, Belafonte couldn't carry
Powell's jock strap. But as per usual when Conservative
blacks are attacked, it was up to the right to defend
Powell while the left and the Civil Rights Establishment
either ignored Belafonte's attacks or nodded along like
bobblehead dolls. How typical of the left to turn a blind
eye to this sort of idiocy...

Defining Quote: "There's an old saying. In the days of
slavery, there were those slaves who lived on the
plantation and were those slaves that lived in the house.
You got the privilege of living in the house if you served
the master... exactly the way the master intended to have
you serve him.

"Colin Powell's committed to come into the house of the
master. When Colin Powell dares to suggest something other
than what the master wants to hear, he will be turned back
out to pasture." -- Harry Belafonte on Colin Powell.

PS: Could this video be what actually made Belafonte so
angry?

11) Bill Clinton: Foreign policy failure Bill Clinton has a
lot of nerve publicly giving George Bush advice about how
to handle the war on terrorism. The current Palestinian
Intifada started on his watch, North Korea revealed that
they lied to Clinton and kept their nuclear program going,
the "Black Hawk Down" incident happened in Somalia while
Clinton was in charge, China stole a lot of military
technology from us, Clinton turned down an offer from Sudan
to hand over Bin Laden back in 96, and very little was done
about terrorism or Iraq during Clinton's eight years in
office. Now that Bush is trying to clean up all the messes
Clinton left him, it seems like we can't go a week without
Bubba handing out foreign policy advice to the Bush
administration. Then there was Clinton's assertion that the
GOP "got a majority in the South" because of racism and
perhaps the most obvious lie I've ever heard a politician
tell...

Defining Quote: "The Israelis know that if the Iraqi or
Iranian army came across the Jordan River, I would
personally grab a rifle, get in a ditch and fight and
die." -- Bill Clinton at a Jewish fundraiser in Toronto
this summer.

10) Tom Daschle: Even Bill Clinton didn't stick his finger
up in the air and go whichever way the polls seemed to be
leaning as often as Tom Daschle did this year. Plus, he
always seemed to be "disappointed" as a kid who got nothing
but socks for Christmas. You knew Daschle
was "disappointed" because he talked about
how "disappointed" he was constantly, usually with
something the Bush administration was doing.

Then there was his claim that Bush was "politicizing" the
war (as if Daschle wasn't) and his outburst on the Senate
floor about Bush correctly pointing out (although he was
talking about the Homeland Security Department, not the
war) that the Democrats were, "not interested in the
security of the American people." Last but not least, there
was Daschle's laughable attempt to demonize talk radio by
claiming that he was getting death threats because Rush
Limbaugh called him an "obstructionist"...

Defining Quote: "When I was accused of being an
obstructionist, there was a corresponding and very
significant increase in the number of issues (threats) that
my family and I had to deal with." -- Tom Daschle

9) Cynthia McKinney: Ah, there are so many reasons to
detest Cynthia McKinney. First and foremost among them was
her suggestion that George Bush stood by and deliberately
allowed 9/11 to happen so "(p)ersons close to this
administration" could make money.

"We know there were numerous warnings of the events to come
on September 11th...What did this administration know and
when did it know it, about the events of September 11th?
Who else knew, and why did they not warn the innocent
people of New York who were needlessly murdered? What do
they have to hide? Persons close to this administration are
poised to make huge profits off America's new war."

Then when the stridently pro-Palestinian McKinney got into
a tough primary race, anti-Semite Louis Farrakhan was
trotted out to campaign for her. The day before McKinney
went down in flames, her father was asked why things
weren't going well for his daughter's campaign. His reply
was, "Jews have bought everybody. Jews. J-E-W-S." McKinney
will not be missed.

Defining Quote: "Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead!" -- The
headline that went up on RWN when McKinney lost her
congressional seat.

8) Ted Rall: The words, "bad natured punk" describe Ted
Rall as well as any. What else can you say about a guy who
made fun of the widows who had husbands murdered in the
9/11 attacks? Rall even took what appeared to be a direct
shot at Daniel Pearl's wife in the cartoon. Then there was
his insane column suggesting that the GOP killed Paul
Wellstone. Apparently this sort of crass lunacy pays off
since Rall has his cartoons carried by the New York Times
and his columns carried by Yahoo.

Defining Quote: "By the way, (here's a) money-saving tip
for Ted Rall's syndicate: Just lock a fatherless 8th-grader
in a room with nothing but a black crayon and a copy of The
Communist Manifesto. The results will be just as
publishable." -- Jim Treacher On Ted Rall

7) Bruce Ratner: On 9/11, three firefighters, Dan
McWilliams, George Johnson and William Eisengrein, raised
an American flag in the wreckage of the WTC. It was a
memorable, touching act that that resonated with the
American public. That's why many people thought that a
statue depicting that moment was an appropriate first
memorial to the 343 fire fighters and emergency medical
personnel who died at the WTC site.

Then the donor for the statue, Bruce Ratner, ruined
everything by insisting that the memorial had to feature
one white, one black and one Hispanic instead of the three
men who actually raised the flag. Because of his insane
political correctness, Ratner managed to turn what should
have been a heart-warming memorial into an ugly, race-
related controversy. Eventually, because of the outcry from
the public, that memorial to political correctness, not the
brave people who died, was abandoned.

Defining Quote: "If they wanted to make this kind of
monument, they could've taken the Twin Towers, and could've
had the people lined up around it, all the emergency
workers, all the ethnic groups in that monument, sort of
like what they did with the Vietnam Memorial Monument down
in Washington, DC. With this, they took an actual picture
of what happened and changed the ethnic background just out
of political correctness. You know what, that's wrong." --
An anonymous fireman quoted by National Review.

6) David 'Bin' Bonior (D - Iraq) and 'Baghdad' Jim
McDermott (D - Iraq): What can you really say about two
Democratic Congressmen running around in Iraq telling the
world that Saddam Hussein can be trusted and George Bush
can't? It was unconscionable for Bonior and McDermott to
have been in effect doing free public relations work for a
murderous tyrant like Saddam Hussein even though they knew
that our military forces were going to be putting their
lives on the line fighting against Saddam in the upcoming
months.

Defining Quotes: "I think the president would mislead the
American people" -- Jim McDermott in Iraq

"They said they would allow us to go look anywhere we
wanted and until they don't do that, there is no need to do
this coercive stuff where you bring in helicopters and
armed people and storm buildings. Otherwise you're just
trying to provoke them into war." -- Jim McDermott in Iraq

"We've got to move forward in a way that's fair and
impartial. That means not having the United States or the
Iraqis dictate the rules to these inspections." -- While in
Iraq, David Bonior forgets which country he respresents and
tries to be impartial.

5) Al Gore: In all of my life, I've never heard someone
incessantly whine as much as Gore did about the 2000
elections. Gore talked about how unfair it was that he lost
in interviews, while he was campaigning for Democratic
candidates in 2002, and it even came up over and over again
in the episode of Saturday Night Live he did. It was so bad
that I wished someone, Bill Clinton, Tipper, Janet Reno,
anyone, would grab Gore by the lapels, shake him and
scream, "You lost the election! Get over it already you big
baby!"

Couple Gore's incessant complaining with his flip-flops on
national health care and the invasion of Iraq, along with
his shrill carping about the Bush administration and you
have one annoying lefty. Gore even went so far as to call
the Taliban a "fifth-rate military power" in one of his
rants which inspired Charles Krauthammer to respond as
follows...

Defining Quote: "The tone of the speech is best reflected
in Gore's contemptuous dismissal of the U.S. victory in
Afghanistan as "defeating a fifth-rate military power." If
the Taliban were a fifth-rate military power, why didn't
the Clinton-Gore administration destroy it and spare us
Sept. 11?" -- Charles Krauthammer

4) The 9th Circuit Court of Appeals: This group of frothing
at the mouth lefties have a history of making dumb rulings.
In fact, they're the most overturned appeals court in the
country. Well, they really stepped into a buzzsaw when they
declared that the Pledge of Allegiance was unconstitutional
because it contained the phrase "under God." In response to
their ruling, it seemed as if almost the entire country
went nuts. The outcry was so loud that the Senate voted 98-
0 "expressing support for the Pledge of Allegiance." The
furor grew so quickly that Circuit Judge Alfred T. Goodwin
stayed the ruling the next day.

Defining Quote: "What's next? Will our courts, in their
zeal to abolish all religious faith from public arenas,
outlaw 'God Bless America' too?" -- Rep. Roy Blunt

3) The Wellstone Memorial: Not in recent memory has there
been a spectacle like the Wellstone Memorial. At the
nationally televised service, Trent Lott, Rod Grams, and
Jesse Ventura were booed, upbeat music was played,
political speeches were given, and there were even beach
balls being bandied about by the crowd.

The fallout from the service was enormous. Jesse Ventura
was so offended that he appointed an Independent to fill
out the rest of Wellstone's term instead of a Democrat as
he'd planned to do earlier. Furthermore, so many
Minnesotans were offended by the Memorial that it probably
cost the Democrats Wellstone's seat in the Senate. My guess
is that Terry Mcauliffe was largely responsible for that
fiasco, but absolutely no one was willing to accept credit
for planning the service.

Defining Quote: "If Paul Wellstone's legacy comes to an
end, then our spirits will be crushed and we will drown in
a river of tears."...To U.S. Rep. Jim Ramstad, R-
Minn., "You know that Paul loved you. He needs you
now...Help us win this race." -- Rick Kahn speaking at the
Memorial Service

2) Barbra Streisand: If the top twenty list would have been
based on nothing more than reader opinion, Babs would have
won in a landslide.

Streisand made the biggest splash with her obnoxious memo
to "Congressman Dick 'Gebhardt' . In that classic memo, she
misspelled several things including Gephardt's name & speculated that the "logging industry" (among others) was
pushing Bush to go to war with Iraq.

Streisand was also was busted less than a month later
making another humiliating error. See if you can spot the
mistake from this screed posted on foreign policy expert
Barbra Streisand's web page...

Defining Quote: "A Republican/Conservative candidate trying
with fading hopes to unseat respected Democratic
Congresswoman Carolyn McCarthy made a last-ditch effort to
win headlines by devising ads in which she blatantly
misquoted Barbra Streisand, fabricating outrageous quotes
and completely misrepresenting Ms. Streisand's deep
opposition to the Iranian dictator, Saddam Hussein. An
Associated Press correspondent brought the ads to the
attention of Ms. Streisand's representatives Tuesday,
October 15, requesting comment"

1) Jimmy Carter: When Jimmy Carter was the POTUS, he
destroyed the economy, crippled the military, gave away the
Panama Canal, pandered to Yasser Arafat, and stood
helplessly by while Iran was taken over by pro-terrorist
Islamic radicals who immediately took American hostages.
Yet, Carter has spent a large part of this year very
publicly giving George Bush foreign policy advice. Uh -- no
thanks.

Earlier this year, Carter went to Cuba to pal around with
Fidel Castro while declaring that the Bush administration
was lying about Cuba having biological weapons. Carter also
blamed Israel for creating "intense feelings of animosity
in the world" because of the "inability of Israel to live
in peace with its neighbors." Jimmy has yet to comment on
whether the Jews in Germany were responsible for the
Holocaust because of their "inability to live in peace with
(their) neighbors."

Notably, Carter also received a Nobel Peace Prize. Part of
the reason why he received it, the biggest part I'm
guessing, was simply to spite the Bush administration...

Defining Quote: "(The 2002 Nobel Peace Prize) should be
interpreted as a criticism of the line that the current
(U.S.) administration has taken. It's a kick in the leg to
all that follow the same line as the United States." --
Nobel Committee Chairman Gunnar Berge on giving Jimmy
Carter the Nobel Peace Prize

- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 20:09:08 (EST)

My two cents are:
The 20 jsim eaters with the wettest chins

"The Twenty Most Annoying Liberals In The United States For 2002"

Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed
Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
To stay home that day
Why did Sharon stay away?

"You're saying that Israel and the United States knew..." --
Connie Chung

"And Germany. -- Amiri Baraka

"...that these attacks were going to occur?" -- Connie Chung

"And Germany and France and Russia and England. And this is
confirmed." -- Amiri Baraka

18) Sean Penn: Now how could we have a list of annoying
left-wingers without mentioning Spicoli? This week, Penn
has been playing useful idiot for the Iraqis. He spent
three days puttering around Iraq meeting Iraqi flunkies
like some sort of 4th rate Bono. Then when his trip was
over, the Baghdad Online News Service claimed, "he [Penn]
confirmed that Iraq is completely clear of weapons of mass
destruction and the United Nations must adopt a positive
stance towards Iraq" which Penn quickly denied. Maybe the
peacenik image Penn is trying to project helps him pick-up
women at cocktail parties, but the rest of the planet
wishes he'd spend more time making his mediocre movies and
less time trying to be a cheap Ghandi knock-off.

Defining Quote: "I think that people like the Howard
Sterns, the Bill O'Reillys and to a lesser degree the bin
Ladens of the world are making a horrible contribution." --
Sean Penn

Defining Quote: "The war against terrorism is terrorism.
The whole thing is just bullsh*t." -- Woody Harrelson

When he wasn't sucking up to al-Queda, Mailer found time to
criticize patriotism in America. Hey Norman, do us a favor
and stay in Britain -- no one's going to miss you here.

That being said, Jesse didn't have the great year. Pretty
much everybody trashed him for criticizing the
movie "Barber Shop", Jessie Lee Peterson from BOND has been
publicly ripping him all year long, & Jackson had to call
off a meeting with the terrorist group Hamas because they
murdered a several Americans right before they were
scheduled to speak with him. Fortunately, Jackson's power
is on the wane and hopefully he won't even make this list
next year. Sinct year. Since Jackson was such a joke this year, that
should be reflected in his defining quote...

13) Gore Vidal: Crazed lunatic Gore Vidal said so many
outrageous things that you only need to read some of his
quotes from a single interview to see that he deserves a
spot on the list...

And here's Vidal's master stroke of idiocy...

PS: Could this video be what actually made Belafonte so
angry?

Defining Quote: "Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead!" -- The
headline that went up on RWN when McKinney lost her
congressional seat.

Defining Quotes: "I think the president would mislead the
American people" -- Jim McDermott in Iraq

Defining Quote: "What's next? Will our courts, in their
zeal to abolish all religious faith from public arenas,
outlaw 'God Bless America' too?" -- Rep. Roy Blunt

2) Barbra Streisand: If the top twenty list would have been
based on nothing more than reader opinion, Babs would have
won in a landslide.

Streisand was also was busted less than a month later
making another humiliating error. See if you can spot the
mistake from this screed posted on foreign policy expert
Barbra Streisand's web page...

Notably, Carter also received a Nobel Peace Prize. Part of
the reason why he received it, the biggest part I'm
guessing, was simply to spite the Bush administration...

- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 20:09:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Who needs to cunts? We've got the christers, the nazis and the Klan, don't we? Okay, I know we have some fence-mending to do with the Klan. This is where I think Lott can best serve, shoring up the base. Maybe he could go to Rotary meetings all over the south and do a little shucking and jiving, winking and nudging until we've go the beaner vote wrapped up for 2004.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:47:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Relax. The only thing we have to do is avoid stepping in any Arabian dog-shit, and pay off the deficit by cutting taxes. This is a slam dunk.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:44:35 (EST)

My two cents are: This really sucks. We knife Lott in the back for the twat vote, and then Rodham throws her panty-hose in the ring! We could end up with nothing but the psychotic white males!
RNC
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:42:59 (EST)

My two cents are: WASHINGTON (CNN) -- With Al Gore now out of the race, New York Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton would be the top choice of Democrats for the 2004 presidential nomination if she chooses to run, according to a new CNN/Time magazine poll.
Damn! We lost the cunt vote!
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:40:57 (EST)

My two cents are: This guy does things on a lark that most of us wouldn't do, period. That's how edgy he is!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:37:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Can we call them our boys, now that they're not our boys but just fuckups who can't find a better job?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:37:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Dunster House?
doubt it
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:33:38 (EST)

My two cents are: SOUTH OF KUWAIT-IRAQ BORDER - The U.S. Army launched its biggest maneuver in the Kuwaiti desert since the Gulf War on Saturday, throwing thousands of soldiers and hundreds of armored vehicles into live-fire exercises to sharpen their skills ahead of ...
so, since we have now occipied Kuwait, why not just stay there and take it over? Who needs Iraq?
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:33:16 (EST)

My two cents are: This is all so harsh. What is such a big deal about $18K compared to copper rain gutters? Compared to snuggling the road instead of just rolling over it? You've got to take it in context. The context of a big-time guy from Dunster House.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:31:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Dumb haole?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 19:25:11 (EST)

My two cents are: I doubt he got a report. This boy likes to make the big decisions "on a lark," like most poets. Keeps doing the same things over and over, expecting different results. What do you call that?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 18:22:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like a salvage job, but I'm sure he got a full report before shelling out 18K.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 18:09:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Why is life so unfair? Glint just pulled an equity line out of the Box on Bald Knob, six figures, and is thinking of springing for a new Navigator, cash on the pickle barrel. Pete, on the other hand, is trying to dress up a used Lincoln base with aftermarket rims and Goodyear rubber. 'Tain't right.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:50:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Stifled. Because she felt stifled. She wasn't growing as a person.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:47:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Why would anybody divorce Pete?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:46:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Fast and smooth is the way to go with tires. I thought everybody knew that.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:45:16 (EST)

My two cents are: A wrong tire can make a Lincoln feel like it's in a hog-wallow when the light turns green.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:44:33 (EST)

My two cents are: That's right, scuzzball. The first mod any Lincoln owner should get is to go out and buy a set of fast tires. Get those "slow joes" off of there. And aftermarket rims. Don't forget the aftermarket rims.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:43:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Is that why my car is so slow off the line? The tires? The rims?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:41:59 (EST)

My two cents are: They seem to have improved his self-esteem. Look, a guy loses the copper gutters, takes a reaming in the big D, needs an in-between car pending the re-fi. When that comes through, next week, he dumps the road ark and reinvests in the sluggish German vehicle. Meantime, he's got aftermarket rims snuggled in Beautiful tires. After a big D, a shiny nickel can make you feel better than you are. Give the guy a break, bro.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:29:04 (EST)

My two cents are: These tires, these rims. What is it they're supposed to overcompensate for again?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 17:23:54 (EST)

My two cents are: It's an Eagle GS -D. Beautiful tires on aftermarket rims. Fast. Smooth. The real McCoy.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 16:37:44 (EST)

My two cents are: With friends like Trent Lott had in senate he didnt need any enenines. Nicholes of Oklahoma had his knife in his back before the sun went down. Georgia has now elected another draft dodger to help beat the war drums.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 16:20:35 (EST)

My two cents are: What variety of Goodyears, Pete? Road Dogs? Snugglers? Are they the top or the bottom of the Goodyear line?
Glint (01)
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 16:13:51 (EST)

My two cents are: They are beautiful Goodyears, stunned. Brand new ones. They are probably half the reason for the road-snuggling drive.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 16:11:39 (EST)

My two cents are: The Lincoln is equipped with new Goodyears? Genuine Goodyears? Wow. First cabin!
stunned by classy tires
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 16:09:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I object to you people lumping Glint in with Pete. Sure, Glint is a sleazy, mean-spirited asshole, but that still doesn't mean he deserves to be lumped with the hydrocephalytic haole.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 16:02:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Nah. We should stick with tradition and just grab everything we can, then put our heads down and wait out the storm.
RNC
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:55:37 (EST)

My two cents are: We need to mold the federal government into a better instrument for defrauding the citizenry. If we fail at that, we're sunk. We'll lose everything, except what we've manmaged to stash offshore.
RNC
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:54:03 (EST)

My two cents are: What we should do is kill the inheritance tax! That will get the breeds voting GOP.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:52:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Poll watchers. Intimidating poll-watchers and butterfly ballots. It's the only way.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:51:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe we should proclaim that we support affirmative action across the board.
RNC
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:50:29 (EST)

My two cents are: The whole damned country is filling up with pepperguts and other poor people, and they're allowing them to VOTE in the blue states! What the hell are we going to do?
RNC
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:49:14 (EST)

My two cents are: What planet are Glint and the pineapple living on? Don't they know the talking points? The line is that Trent is bad because he was a dimboCRAP and we've got to get him out and Dr. Bonzo in because the Republican party loves the "people of color." Geesh, yo-yos like this make it danged hard to re-write history and make the Republican Party seem to be the Democratic Party without the Democrats, so that more people will vote for it.
Barl Cove
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:45:30 (EST)

My two cents are: The poor young geezer is still proud of his used car. What a pathetic asshole. Now, to more interesting posts, yes by Jiminy, it is a shining example of hypocrisy to play a confederate general in a Civil War movie! Where is Hitlery on this one, indeed? I notice she's not shrieking about the DimboCRUD party being racist! If Trent Lott had done it every troglodyte pundit in the country would be shitting a great big brick, an Hitlery would be singing in the Choir!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:42:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint, as tho it isnot apparent. Everything after yestarday at 16:53:09 was fake. They still don't know the kode. Doinkz (01) Oh, and the tires were brand new beautiful Goodyears. Smoothe.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 15:00:19 (EST)

My two cents are: He doesn't get the girl and he doesn't even have any lines, but Sen. Robert Byrd still is looking forward to his big screen debut. Byrd said he is eagerly awaiting the Feb. 21 premiere of the Civil War movie "Gods and Generals," which will include his cameo as Confederate Gen. Paul J. Semmes. "My role is small, admittedly, and probably won't earn me an Academy Award," Byrd, D-W.Va., said. "But it was exciting to participate in a project that is helping to promote our nation's history."
another shining example of demonrat hypocrisy. Gee, where's hitlery. Lying traitors every single one of these slimeballs
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 14:55:30 (EST)

My two cents are: According to the Military Entrance Processing Command, a pilonidal cyst was a "disqualifying condition" for induction. It's a congenital incomplete closure of the neural groove at the base of the spinal cord in which excess tissue and hair may collect and cause discomfort and discharge. The malady can be corrected by surgery, but short of that it is viewed by the military as a needless risk amid unsanitary conditions in the field.2
Rush Exonerated!!
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 14:51:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Listen, Jackson, the pharmaceuticals industry is safe as long as the administration can keep fending off attempts to legalize the reimportation of medicine from Canada. The American citizen will keep paying high enough prices to keep drug ads on the air at least until 2005.
Dr. Frist
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 14:22:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Amen, brother. The white male always gets the short end of the stick these days. It seems that hard work, gumption, and good old-fashioned American grit aren't as important as who owned who's great-grandfather. Sometimes I think it's time to pull up stakes and move to the Cook Islands. And now they're trying to screw the pharaceuticals industry! It just goes from bad to worse.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 14:17:59 (EST)

My two cents are: I understand the coloreds, recruited into slavery for their rice-growing acumen, had some adequate lodging during the slavery days. Also, were you aware their a third world negroes who themselves own slaves? Most Republican racists began as DemonRATS, did you know that? Finding an intelligent black man is no harder than putting a camel through the eye of a needle (John 3:23). Most people don't know the suffering of indigenous haoles have endured at the hands of dark people in Hawaii. In fact, in today's topsy-turvy world, it is the white male who is discriminated against.
Country Club Republican
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 13:56:54 (EST)

My two cents are: I believe we will see the end of the Republican Party.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 13:27:41 (EST)

My two cents are: So, what's the outlook for the Trent Lott Leadership Institute at Ol' Miss? Are they going to have to change it to Losership Institute?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 12:51:53 (EST)

My two cents are: If Lott is true to his racism, Glint, and I think he is, we don't have anything to worry about. No real bigot would do anything to harm the Republican Party.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 12:50:54 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm still hanging on to the belief that Lott is steamed, bitter, resentful, and hungry for a cold plate or two of revenge. What can he do but out the other bastards? His last instinct was to threaten to quit and even up the Senate, and point out the racist statements of every Republican politician who ever ran on a platform of coded racism, which is to say all of them. I think this guy is dangerous to leave in the sentate. Don't be surprised if he ends up one of the bodies that curiously seems to stack up behind the Bush family.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 12:46:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Looks like the gimmick is up for racists in the GOP.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 12:18:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott was a good man hounded out of office by nervous nellies like George F. Will, William Kristol, and Bill "Baby Huey" Bennet. I can only assume that the POTUS was focusing his leadership on the war against terrorism and the war against Saddam and left the debacle to Rove's management. I never liked Lott's statements about Clinton, Pete, and his loss is not catastrophic even though he wasn't any more racist than you or I. We needn't mourn the loss of former DumboCRAPS like Lott and Ben Nighthorse Campbell, even if they are innocent.
Gourds
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 12:14:00 (EST)

My two cents are: You don't grow corn in the turnip patch. End of story. Get over it.(01)
Glint
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 12:06:31 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree with Glint. Let's move on. The Republican Party has shown it can do the right thing when it stumbles upon the rare crytpto-white supremicist in its midst. Lott is a broken man and rightly so. Sure, some will say racism is endemic in the GOP, that there's something called a "southern strategy," even that the Christian school, Bob Jones University, is a racist institution and thus a requisite stop for Republicans running for president*. Well, I graduated from Bob Jones and you can rest assured it is not a racist school. Afican Americans are allowed to attend. End of story. Bob Jones finds blacks enjoyable. The only rule is the prohibition against MINGLING of the races between members of the opposite sex. It comes either from the Bible or Bob Jones himself, I can't remember which.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 11:53:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, a guy like Pete can probably exude his own greasy odors and mask it. He'll keep the Lincoln, thank you.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 11:45:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Somehow I'll never buy a used car with leather seats again. The leather seems to hold the sweat and grewasy odors of the original driver forever.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 07:23:37 (EST)

My two cents are: One gets conflicting factoids. One guy says GOP polls show Snippy needs two million more minority votes to win in '04. And that might mean really win, get more votes and everything. Another expert says, this isn't about attracting the negro and the Mexican, it's about not scaring off the schoolmarms, as long as the GOP doesn't scare off the schoolmarms they can pull it out even at the current rate of immigration. Always something new and interesting. Lott never stops, any more than the Southern Strategy or Willie Horton ever stops. It's all good for the long haul.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 04:06:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Why move on? It's not a static story about Lott, you poor clodhopper. It goes on, through various episodes, like what Rove did to Lott. What does Lott do next? How important is this? Can you get away with hanging your own catamites out to dry? It's exciting, like watching a galaxy revolve slowly around its center at one revolution per eon. It never stops. Will Lott really stay on in the Senate humiliated, or will he blackmail them with the prospect of his quitting and making Cheney go to work on the close votes? When can Lott get his pay-off, how do they work this? He can't blackmail them by threatening to quit and get a reward that makes him quit, can he? Can he trust Rove to stand by an agreement? What can people like Hitlery and Algore do with this? Did she really say anyone who thinks the GOP isn't racist is naive? Glit, it never stops. You've always got another clod to hop. And unlike a blow-job story it's not always about the same damn blow-job. Get over it.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 04:01:26 (EST)

My two cents are: With Pete retiring, we do need a new bull goose poor pathetic asshole.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 03:53:10 (EST)

My two cents are: You can always count on the Glump to come up with some really mud-dull clodhopper wisdom. Trent Lott did what had to be done, under the virulent circumstances. Wonderful. Now let's move on. You'd think the guy had got a blow-job or something.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 03:52:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Right-o, Glint. We've got to sweep these things under the rug or they take on lives of their own.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 03:49:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott did what had tobe did. The right thing to do, under the virulent circumstances. Wonderful. Now let's move on. (01)
Glint
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 02:38:48 (EST)

My two cents are: My condolences go out to my colleague Dr. Laura on the murder death of her estranged mother. Has any DNA evidence been found at the scene of the crime yet? Can Bill Clinton explain his wherabouts at the time of the murder?
Dr. J
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 01:16:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Anybody around out in Fornigate this evening? I'm working, so will be hanging out while we upgrade these Oracle database servers. Onward and upward. <> Everyone finish their Christmas shopping yet? I did mine on Monday. Took a day off. Back in the high flying days outside the belly of the bubble a day off would have meant a day without buttered bread. Meant shopping was usually delayed until Dec. 24. All sales are off that day. No sympathy from the retailer for the last minute shopper, I tell you. Took Monday off with no crowds. Only problem was the stores were sold out from the weekend so the shelves were empty. Ended up calling around to other branches in the area and driving around all day. (01)
Glint
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 01:08:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Correct if wrong my conclusions. Even after dancing with Mr. D you were able to prevail with the copper channeling? Glad to hear it. Just refinanced ourselves a month or so ago. Opened up a home equity credit line tonight. Six figures. Need it in these trying times. <> An explosion of fake Glints down below. Thanks whoever - it's the most sincere form you know. (01)
Glint
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 01:00:51 (EST)

My two cents are: You've got it all wrong, anonymous. Little Bush will hand Saddam his head on a platter, and neutralize Trent Lott by making him first proconsul of American Iraq. With Halliburton and the Carlyle group extracting the oil for our Excursions and Navigators, America will happily submit when Jenna is declared empress.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 01:00:42 (EST)

My two cents are: What is it with the Bushes and the black man? Didn't Poppy vote against the Civil Rights Act and say that Dukakis was a friend of homicidal Negroes? Didn't Little George thump the tub at Bob Jones and have his boys on the Christian Coalition smear McCain for saying the confederate battle flag should be taken off the Carolina statehouse? How many times can these people play the race card and still not disgust the tolerant white suburbs? Perhaps it is fitting that Saddam Hussein, who though not a pure negro is a swart man, will be the one who tamps down the clods on the political and financial adventures of the Bush family. Not a pure tar baby, but tar enough.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 00:55:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott is smart enough to know when he's been crushed into jelly. He knows that he remains in the senate on his good behavior. There will be no trouble from "senator" Lott.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 00:40:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Still, I'm a little worried about Lott. Apparently he is to be permitted to retain his senate seat, and thus has not been entirely defanged. Isn't it possible for him to make some trouble for the people who hung him out to dry, for the president who pulled the latch on the guillotine? Perhaps Poindexter should be given orders to deal with him. The current situation is not as tidy as it should be.
.
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 00:37:19 (EST)

My two cents are: To me, it was masterful the way Rove removed the unwholsome Trent Lott from Senate leadership, and installed his pal Frist. For too long the congress has been permitted to choose its own leaders, which can be embarassing to a president-- particularly one who joined with Lee Atwater in developing the Willie Horton strategy. I say let the Bush team manage its own racial game, without interference from mere senators, most of whom are serving without the imprimateur of the conservative supreme court majority. If we are to keep affections of the suburban moms without alienating the bigoted rednecks, we're going to have to be wiley, with the moves of a cat. There is no room for bumbling good old boys of the Lott stripe.
Barl Cove
- Saturday, December 21, 2002 at 00:30:48 (EST)

My two cents are: I think the well-formed butter is up Pete's ass. What a disgusting pervert. Feh!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 23:04:27 (EST)

My two cents are: The well-formed gimmick is up.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 22:18:09 (EST)

My two cents are: The gimmick is up? Never heard that one. Nope. And, I've heard a lot of them.
Harl
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 22:17:21 (EST)

My two cents are: I think we're in good hands with Frist, Glint. He's a good friend of POTUS, from what I hear tell and he's a former wealthy doctor. He's from a border state.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 22:14:41 (EST)

My two cents are: The guys really put the knife efficiently to DixieCRAT Lott. That guy has been on my sh*tlist since he let Cliton off the hook, even though for the good of Republicanism I pretended to admire him. I'm a little worried about Frist's communist leanings, though. Couldn't the SCOTUS intervene and appoint Bob Barr to replace Lott as Mississippi senator and as majority leader? (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 21:58:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Mr Bush and the warmongers in his cabinet want a war against Saddam Hussein. They say they must stop him because he has weapons of mass destruction. But only one leader has weapons of mass destruction and plans to use them. His name is George W Bush and it is he who must be stopped. What he plans to do against Iraq will not save lives or make peace. It will destabilise the world and threaten thousands, possibly millions. President Bush is determined to go to war to demonstrate to the United States' rednecks that he is committed to the war on terrorism launched after 9/11. Yesterday the Americans declared that Iraq is in "material breach" - the key words - of United Nations resolutions. Not even the British government went that far. Though Jack Straw came close to it and will doubtless take the short step to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Mr Bush. But they must be stopped. Before this mad, dangerous war is begun. The cost in human life could be enormous. It would far outweigh the current threat from Saddam. It is true that weapons of mass destruction should not be allowed in the wrong hands. But they are. They are in President Bush's. That is the greatest threat facing the world.
Limey traitors spout lies...
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 18:55:15 (EST)

My two cents are: And with Ma Schlessinger goes the last person who can explain just what "Rosebud" and "muff-snake" meant to little Laura.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 18:51:03 (EST)

My two cents are: They'll never pin it on Little Miss Beaver-shot. She'll have an air-tight alibi, just like Martha Stewart.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 18:45:09 (EST)

My two cents are: A gruesome scene has unfolded on North Palm Drive in Beverly Hills where Dr. Laura Schlessinger's mother has been found dead -- with the body going undiscovered for months! Yolanda Schlessinger, 77, died all alone in her apartment months ago, authorities now believe. Concern was not raised until a neighbor realized Schlessinger's pet bird was no longer singing! Police went into the house and found a woman who had been dead "a substantial amount of time." Lt. Gary Gilmond of the Beverly Hills Police Department said an autopsy disclosed the woman was murdered. Radio sensation Dr. Laura released a statement: "I am horrified by the tragic circumstances of my mother's death, and so sad to learn that she died as she chose to live--alone and isolated. My mother shut all her family out of her life over the years, though we made several futile attempts to stay connected. May God rest her soul." Developing...
Any guess on who bumped her off? A lunatic, maybe?
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 18:43:52 (EST)

My two cents are: No doubt about it. The doo-hickey is set.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 18:21:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Trade all my vehicles in, you couldn't buy the rubber husk of a Lincoln suspension with it. The catfish is filigreed.
gasket
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 18:02:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Amen, anonymous. The gimmick is up on that one.
Rudy
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:59:17 (EST)

My two cents are: You can tell the size of a man's biceps by the size of his rims.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:58:35 (EST)

My two cents are: I have a SVO, 16" rims, a Raider, probably 15" LT, an old mini-pickup with 14's, and a motorcycle with unknown big wheels almost like a bicycle. The stag is fettered. The gumbo is boiled. The gimmick is up. There are many ways to say it, in America.
gasket
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:56:10 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought it was guy talk. Like, you know, "yo, Angelo, gimme a brewski," or "check out the chamongas on that one, Rudy." I can see a guy saying to another guy, maybe at a hockey game, "yo, Pete, the gimmick is up." Who cares what it means?
Patience Willoughby
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:28:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe the gimmick is the tin ear. Or maybe it's something simpler, like the stupidity.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:26:24 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought the gimmick was snuggling the road like a plate of well formed butter.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:24:44 (EST)

My two cents are: What gimmick?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:23:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Is that like, "the cat is out of the bag?" The gimmick is up?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:23:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Right. That's an old American slang phrase: "The gimmick is up." Any true-born American will recognize it as a hallmark of his race. "The gimmick is up," we say to one another, we Americans, when we want to emphasize a "gimmick" being "up." Yo, Zerk... the gimmick is up, dude. You heard it here first.
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- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:22:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Do you think the dealer tires lasted 40K miles? I'll bet the Samoan burned them up in 20 and bought Pirelli mud and snows. Six three-hundred pound Samoans on bumpy roads can be pretty hard on a set of dealer tires, not to mention a rubber suspension.
.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 17:14:23 (EST)

My two cents are: 16 inch rims and 40k on the tires? at 150 a pop plus all the "hidden taxes" the haole rube just ate another Grand.
zerk who knows cars and the economy
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:59:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:57:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Actually, the lil girl is applying for Survivor 7 so you may get to see her yet. And, by the way, the winner of last night's episode was a porno star. Only 16" rims. The gimmick is up!
Pete�
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:53:09 (EST)

My two cents are: The real downfall of a 5 year old lincoln is the rubber. Lincolns have this air suspension ride, like the old airshocks all around but connected to one central line. Like a giant innertube that runs all round the car except its more sophisticated - running into various bushings and bearings and shit. Once it goes the car is totalled, its basically unrepairable for less than 5 or 6 k. requires a complete rebuild. Combine that with the aluminum 3.9 and it's just lose lose lose. A 5 year car, If your driving it past that, you're in the second rate used car market. Girl in my office was really happy her granny left her a lincoln until she found out about the air suspension repair costs. hers was already flat. Granny left her 6k in the hole and sinking.
zerk the former lincoln owner
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:51:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Even the word "Lincoln" spells granduer and king of france to the nebraska clodfarmer. The texas oilman knows different, knows the lincoln is naught but a ford with lockwashers. Anyway, the car is five years old, its a castaway, fully depreciated and likely undermaintained. OK by me if a financial wizard like pete thinks sinking 20k into a five year old ford well out of factory and almost out of add-on warranty. Kind of guy that would opt for an e class benz on the 7 or 10 year note plan. Guy's a pauper. Still he's had his oment in the sun. Now it's time to let him know that the 2000 was built in 99, that it's now 2003 model year, that in 8 months it'll be the 2004 model year. So this is how a rube gets a good deal, on a car he thinks is 2 years old because its a "2000" model and its December of 2002? That salesman's head is spinning alright, all the way to the bank!!!!
zerk the economist
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:44:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:08:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Used Lincoln, used Pet.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:02:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Just two more questions, then I'll let you get back to your clients. The first is a no-brainer, but I've gotta ask. Does the cruise control work? Secondly, does everybody turn their heads when you drive by in the used Lincoln with a former Penthouse Pet riding shotgun? (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 16:01:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Does it have one of them displays that tell you temperature outside? How about one that tells you the mpg when you tap your toes on the gas pedal? Does it have one of those too? (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:54:57 (EST)

My two cents are: That monster has polluted three islands already! Nothing like a fat-ass haole tooling around like well-formed butter to make the natives feel happy.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:52:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks, Pete, but what about the dipstick color? What size rims? 14's? I agree about Lott during the glorious impeachment days. He didn't froth at the mouth nearly enough. I blame him as much as anybody for letting the big dog slip away unscathed. Think of it every time I see a clip of Cliton mobbed by admirers in some town like Dallas, San Francisco, Amsterdam, Dublin, Florence, Singapore, Moscow, or Reyijkavik. (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:45:57 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll never understand why the Southern racists bolted from the Dems. Doesn't make much sense.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:44:40 (EST)

My two cents are: 60 months.
Pete�
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:34:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, the car has already been on 3 islands: Maui, Hawaii and Oahu. 10% interest. See, it is temporary while I refinance my house and will fold it into that loan upon approval. Anne sure ahs a way of exposing the liars (even old Demonrat liars) like Lott. That guy annoyed me to no end with his tripe about Cliton during the Fornigate days. I'm glad he's done. Demonrats ought to recall who their old party boys were and how they created Jim Crow laws, not Republicans. Get your history right, see Lincoln (pun intended, ahem)
Pete�
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:33:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Ann will never realize her full potential as a woman if the liberal media continue to victimize her. Enough with the slander! Free the Troglodytes!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:24:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Didn't you hear that there was a New Nixon? That this was a kinder, gentler GOP? That the GOP was into compassion as well as conservativism? Nope. Just the slander. You have victimized Ann pretty bad, and forced us into having to monitor your internet hits.
Poindexter
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:22:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, anonymous ninny! Don't you know that "Republicans made Southern Democrats drop the race nonsense when they entered the Republican Party?" I mean, it's not like they used some code word like "law and order" or put pictures of Willie Horton on the tube.
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- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:18:57 (EST)

My two cents are: See? They always slander me!
Ann Skinnycheeks
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:15:57 (EST)

My two cents are: I wonder if she knows that it just got worse, Dimbocrat on Dimbocrat, until by 1972 there was nowhere for Jim Crow to go but the GOP?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:15:01 (EST)

My two cents are: I wonder if Ann Coulter knows that there was an actual Democrat who ran for president in 1948?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:13:13 (EST)

My two cents are: I feel so good knowing that the Bush administration is at the wheel and taking care of business.
.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:09:36 (EST)

My two cents are: "The Bush administration is planning to propose requiring Internet service providers to help build a centralized system to enable broad monitoring of the Internet and, potentially, surveillance of its users. The proposal is part of a final version of a report, "The National Strategy to Secure Cyberspace," set for release early next year, according to several people who have been briefed on the report. It is a component of the effort to increase national security after the Sept. 11 attacks. The President's Critical Infrastructure Protection Board is preparing the report, and it is intended to create public and private cooperation to regulate and defend the national computer networks, not only from everyday hazards like viruses but also from terrorist attack. Ultimately the report is intended to provide an Internet strategy for the new Department of Homeland Security." I knew the administration would figure out the threat posed by the internet!
First we kill all the modem-minders.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 15:06:57 (EST)

My two cents are: My Yugo still drives like clarified butter, or maybe drawn butter, or maybe hardened oleo margarine.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:38:46 (EST)

My two cents are: How are the tires? Did you kick them in the showroom? Was the prior owner a smoker? Could you supply the VIN. I want to check it out at carfax.com. Thanking you in advance. (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:37:03 (EST)

My two cents are: My Hyundi drives like unformed butter that has been melted down and used to dip about forty steamed clams.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:17:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Does it have a yellow dipstick so you can find it easy? (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:15:04 (EST)

My two cents are: What's the interest rate, APR? What are you paying per month, or did you go quarterly? Did you get the maintenance records? How often do you think you'll have to change the oil (01)?
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:13:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh geesh. The pineapple bought a fomoco product with 40,000 hard tropical miles on it. Never thought I'd feel sorry for the poor bastard.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:11:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Back when they supported segregation, Lott and Thurmond were Democrats. But then they joined the GOP, because they had cleansed themselves of the taint.
What Southern Strategy?
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 14:09:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Two year, three, four - loan's term? Thanks. (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 13:41:25 (EST)

My two cents are: CHARLOTTE, N.C. - Responding to Sen. Trent Lott's recent comments, Rep. Cass Ballenger told a newspaper he has had "segregationist feelings" himself after conflicts with a black colleague. Friday morning, he went on local radio to say it was a stupid comment to make. Ballenger, a North Carolina Republican, had said in Friday's Charlotte Observer that former Rep. Cynthia McKinney, D-Ga., so provoked him that "I must admit I had segregationist feelings." "If I had to listen to her, I probably would have developed a little bit of a segregationist feeling," Ballenger told the Observer. "But I think everybody can look at my life and what I've done and say that's not true. "I mean, she was such a bitch," he said. McKinney, who lost her re-election bid, has an unpublished telephone number and could not be reached by The Associated Press for comment Friday. Friday morning, Ballenger told Charlotte radio station WBT that the comments were "pretty stupid on my part" and that he didn't think he had segregationist feelings.
Stunned in Biloxi
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 13:08:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint, 40K miles. Still has 10K to go on the warranty. Drives fine. No trade in. Financed all but $1,000. Poor after getting raped in the big D.
Pete�
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 13:07:42 (EST)

My two cents are:

Democrats: A Lott of Trouble December 18, 2002 I'M JUST GLAD Strom Thurmond isn't around to see this. Statisticians believe Trent Lott is now on track to break Bill Clinton's single-season record for public apologies. During his recent B.E.T. appearance, Lott said he supported affirmative action, regretted voting against the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday, and that he'd give "The Bernie Mac Show" another try. What the Lott incident shows is that Republicans have to be careful about letting Democrats into our party. Back when they supported segregation, Lott and Thurmond were Democrats. This is something the media are intentionally hiding to make it look like the Republican Party is the party of segregation and race discrimination, which it never has been. In 1948, Thurmond did not run as a "Dixiecan," he ran as a "Dixiecrat" � his party was an offshoot of the Democratic Party. And when he lost, he went right back to being a Democrat. This whole brouhaha is about a former Democrat praising another former Democrat for what was once a Democrat policy. Republicans made Southern Democrats drop the race nonsense when they entered the Republican Party. Democrats supported race discrimination, then for about three years they didn't, now they do again. They've just changed which race they think should be discriminated against. In the 1920s, the Democratic platforms didn't even call for anti-lynching legislation as the Republican platforms did. Thurmond's Dixiecrat Party was not the only extremist spin-off from the Democratic Party in 1948. Henry Wallace, formerly FDR's vice president and agriculture secretary, left the Democratic Party that year to form the communist-dominated and Soviet-backed "Progressive Party." Much as Thurmond's Dixiecrat Party was expressly pro-segregation, Wallace's Progressive Party was expressly pro-Soviet. Indeed, this was the apex of Moscow-directed subversion of U.S. politics. The Progressive Party platform excluded even the mildest criticism of Soviet aggression. It will come as no surprise that many American celebrities supported Wallace. The Progressives received 1 million votes nationwide, about the same as Thurmond's Dixiecrat Party. Thurmond went on to reject segregation, become a Republican, and serve his country well as a U.S. senator. By contrast, running a communist-dominated presidential campaign was Wallace's last hurrah. Yet only an off-the-cuff remark at a birthday party praising Thurmond's presidential campaign is the career-destroyer. Not so fawning references to Wallace's Soviet-backed presidential campaign. Just two years before Lott's remarks, a hagiographic book on Wallace's life was released, titled "American Dreamer." How about a book about a segregationist titled "American Dreamer"? Wallace's version of the American "dream" was communism every bit as much as Strom Thurmond's dream was segregation. Aren't dreams of murderous dictators, gulags and death camps at least comparable in evil to segregated lunch counters? The dust jacket on "American Dreamer" featured a nauseating statement of praise by U.S. Sen. Edward Kennedy. Kennedy said that the book deserved "to be read by all who care about the American dream." The American dream: communist totalitarianism. Why wasn't the lecherous liberal asked to retire for his flattering remarks about a proven Soviet fifth columnist? In 1999, the Clinton administration dedicated a room at the Agriculture Department to Wallace. At the dedication, former Democratic presidential candidate George McGovern gave a speech explicitly praising Wallace's pro-Soviet positions, such as the idea that the Cold War was "overdone" and that "problems" between the nations "could not be resolved by military means." McGovern fondly recalled that he himself had voted for Wallace. He chipperly reminded the audience that he had run for president in 1972 "on a similar platform" � with the help of a young Yale law school graduate named Bill Clinton. Inasmuch as Trent Lott was in kindergarten in 1948, he did not vote for Thurmond. He did not run on a "similar" platform to the Dixiecrats. He did not write a jacket-flap endorsement calling a segregationist an "American Dreamer." The idea that Lott took the occasion of an old timer's birthday to introduce a new policy initiative to bring back segregation � a Democrat policy � is ludicrous. Lott is a fine fellow; he just has some sort of liberal-Tourette's syndrome that makes him spout Democrat ideas at random. A few years ago, Lott practically wanted to give the adulterous Air Force pilot Kelly Flinn a silver star for her service. Remember that? Up until two weeks ago, conservatives were clamoring for Lott's removal precisely because of his annoying habit of saying dumb things. (Showing their inferior intellect, liberals have only recently figured that out.) Republicans should ask Lott to step down as leader, but only for all the nice things he's said about Teddy Kennedy. - Friday, December 20, 2002 at 13:02:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Illegally? You mean the Hirohitos aren't emps any more?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:25:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks. Thought so.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:12:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't mind him, he's from Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:10:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Who's the dumb guy?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:10:04 (EST)

My two cents are: ???
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- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:08:49 (EST)

My two cents are: The allies acted illegally in Dubya Dubya Too. Of course Hitler saved their skins by emptying a round in his and Eva's brains.
Dr. Kissitger
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:07:03 (EST)

My two cents are: A lot of disease would go away with the body hair. Cut off the locks and end the pox, you might say. Filthy stinking stringy hair. And then there's the front side too, down below where the jismo loses its viscosity and turns into crunchy slabs of 'nut brittle. Then you got guys fighting nature, growing pony tails when nature is trying to inocculate their scalps by going bald. Are these guys married? Do their wives enjoy cleaning their greasy grey strands out of the hair trap?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 12:04:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Whose law?
Dr. Kissinger
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:55:53 (EST)

My two cents are: It's against the law to depose foreign leaders? Did anyone tell Salvador Allende?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:53:38 (EST)

My two cents are: People should rest easy. The only reason Saddam would unleash the smallpox is if we try to depose him, and that's against international law.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:51:14 (EST)

My two cents are: That's what that song, "La-la-la-la-la-la, Live For Today," was about.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:47:48 (EST)

My two cents are: The reason the '60's were so bold and desparate was the knowledge that our vaccinations could weaken at any time, that we could die tomorrow of the pox, or that we could choose revaccination and die from that. The chicks would put out, knowing that any guy might be living under a death sentence. We all clutched what we knew were the last shards of existence. No post-war oldsters' orgy can be anything like it.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:45:20 (EST)

My two cents are: The new program features a "dilluted" serum that theoretically can protect one from getting smallpox. Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:43:14 (EST)

My two cents are: How can smallpox win a war? The human race lived with smallpox since the get-go. It's been gone about ten years, nurtured only in a few clandestine laboratories. A shower of the stuff an every airport from Gander to LAX will just put us back to where we were twenty or thirty years ago. And those were great times, let me tell you.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:40:47 (EST)

My two cents are: It hard telling my kids the reason they don't have a scar is because, who knew. The good news is they might get included in about the fifth wave of this new innoculation program Snippy's rolling out. You know the one, where he and Cheney will get their shots with the first wave just to "demonstrate how safe it is" just in case our number comes up 10 years down the road.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:40:30 (EST)

My two cents are: After the war, the only survivors will be a few oldsters whose titer stayed up. A few who kept the antibodies, against all odds. We'll be humping like tortoises to repopulate the planet. Those who die and don't have to see it will be the lucky ones.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:37:04 (EST)

My two cents are: You should have gone to exotic haunts somewhere in between. I had my smallpox re-upped a couple times in the '60's and '70's. Saddamn Hussein is going to find this American a tough nut to crack.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:34:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I got a scar, size of a half penny on my left arm. Given to me as an infant by a brave doctor who sent many like me to a horrible death from the vaccine. Luckily, I survived and never came down with smallpox. Only thing that pisses me off is learning the sucker probably wore off 30 years ago.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:27:55 (EST)

My two cents are: If you want vaccination war stories, ask the pineapple. That guy has had every shot in the book, conjoint with his roamings. Borneo, Kenya, Yap. A human pincushion. There are a few true Americans left.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:25:08 (EST)

My two cents are: What's all this whining about smallpox vaccination deaths? When I was a lad, everybody got vaccinated, bar none. We stepped up to the line, and if the pox took us down we went down. A lot of gumption went out of the American when smallpox died out and all we had left was typhus-paratyphoid and tetanus.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:21:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Lott will be licking tye lawn on a white stallion late at night.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:21:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Question is, will Lott come out of this snuggling the Beltway in a Lincoln, or will he be throwing kisses to a Mississippi swamp track in an Aerostar?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:17:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Lincolns have great brakes. End of story.
'nuff said
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:15:12 (EST)

My two cents are: I want a car that can bitch-slap the Broadway Tunnel and leave her begging for more. I'm thinking Duster all the way!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 11:06:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint, if that piece of shit cost 18K to Haole Pete, you should be able to glom onto one for about five large, American. Still, I would check out the '75 Roadrunner, if I were you. Talk about a car that can tongue a freeway!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:58:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Eighteen large is a steal for any late-model Lincoln, even the base.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:51:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps Pete is still nestled on his cardboard bed. When he comes to, I'd like to know what kink of battery that baby is sporting and why he didn't at least check out a classic DeSoto. Talk about a road-snuggler. Those babies could tickle the pavement.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:50:54 (EST)

My two cents are: The peak Lincoln transmission experience is three on the tree. Anything else is a compromise.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:50:14 (EST)

My two cents are: It's not so much did he get the pink, it's whether the number on the frame matches the number on the paper.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:48:54 (EST)

My two cents are: True, but when you're snuggling the road, a stick reaches around and pinches its nipples.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:47:28 (EST)

My two cents are: I still can't believe anyone got a Lincoln 2000 LS base for $18,000 out the door whatever they traded in or how many miles on the Linc. Pete must have spun rings around that used car salesman. The old golden tongue spouting short-term acquisition tactics must have been something to hear. Did you get the pink slip, Pete?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:46:14 (EST)

My two cents are: An automatic enhances that well-formed butter feel you seek. A stick tends to drive like jagged peanut brittle.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:43:22 (EST)

My two cents are: I've heard that an automatic is better in the mud because you can nudge it up so easy. Of course, a guy could do the same with slick footwork, or almost the same.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:42:27 (EST)

My two cents are: I would think just being in Pete's presence would be soothing to a jittery, hyperventilating client irregardless of make and style of junker.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:40:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Serious about an automatic? Who could be but a housewife who buys rice beer? What's the advantage of an automatic, anyway? Assuming a big motor and all.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:39:42 (EST)

My two cents are: As Pete's client, I don't give a shit what I ride in. I just wish the fat haole would show up when he says he will. I laid out $100 to him. Up front! Fucker said he needed to "make rent."
Willie "Three Thumbs" Gee
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:31:08 (EST)

My two cents are: By the way, if I keep licking your asshole, will you promise never to say you're quitting again? I get worried. (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:22:39 (EST)

My two cents are: I think it's the car for you, Glint. That thing's got some serious iron. Next time you get into one of your fender benders, you'll come out of it unscathed. All the pain will be among your victims.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:21:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, that's good Your clients will love it, Pete. You know, you're clients. The deadbeat dad, the gap-tooth shoplifter and Samoan fire cracker smuggler. What about guy who's warehouse "accidently" caught fire? Will he love that road hog, Glint?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:15:24 (EST)

My two cents are: I hope you don't objects to another question. (Or two, Pete.) #1 How many miles did the Lincoln have when you got it? #2 was the $18K price tag after trading in the MBz? I apologize if these questions have already been asked, and answered before. Thinking out options for future rides. Your clients will love it, Pete. When I was defendant in a lawsuit a few years ago, the attorney for the defense drove me the 6 blocks to the courthouse in his butter stick. Soothing ride; calmed me down quite a bit. Like a needle in the arem. (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 10:07:14 (EST)

My two cents are: think seriously before going for the automatic, its only 4 cylinder.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 07:26:38 (EST)

My two cents are: you can pick up a used zx2 for less than 10k,probably 7-9 for one with 20 thou on her or less. there is an SR version one cut above mine, has the 150 speedo. there's also a sleazier version called the "sport" or something. a really ideal zx2 would be the manual tranny with the sunroof. From what I can tell, there were only about 3 production years. Ford started pushing the focus in 2000. It wont be as quick as your svo though but its still a fun ride.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 07:20:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Why not try something in the private sector? Trent would make a fine Grand Kleagel, for example. Halliburton could always use a man with his organizational skills.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:34:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Lott would be a laughing stalk if he stayed in the Senate after being ousted as the boss just because of some uppity coon. Couldn't he head up the 911 investigation? How about giving him the SEC? There's a supreme court vacancy coming up. Surely there's something for a man of his talents.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:27:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought your Afro-american and your greaser were natural born enemies. If Lott goes, the Mexican Strategy will never work. I say we keep him, put him in charge of AmeriCorps and give it cabinet status. He can be poised to move over to the Office of Total Data if Poindexter breaks parole.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:21:10 (EST)

My two cents are: The only way to handle this is have him resign from the senate, put Mississippi under martial law to keep the strapping buck out of office, and give Lott some sort of fancy job in the administration. Maybe Ambassador to Zimbabwe or somthing.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:18:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Call this a system? The white man always takes the short end. If ol' Strom had been elected in '48 maybe things would be a little different. Maybe a white guy would have a chance.
White Pride
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:15:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, it isn't much of a story. Like the man said, Moon Revolves Around Sun! I think the Snip panicked on this one. I'd like to see Trent stay on as boss. I mean, it's almsot worse if he gets some plum committee chairmanship and some Bob Livingston pep rally. That's the old zero tolerance approach, eh? That ought to woo the nigras and the greasers.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:15:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete scoffs at the idea that Trent Lott is a racist. As only someone who grew up a haole is qualified to do.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:12:52 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know what media you're talking about, buy my media clued me in to Lott's racism way back when. But what I always disliked about him was his fundamental dishonesty and his fascism. Racism sort of goes with the territory for a southern Republican. Come to think of it, so do lying and fascism.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:11:09 (EST)

My two cents are: I hope Pete wasn't serious about not delivering the swing independent vote if the GOP racism doesn't stop right away.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:09:58 (EST)

My two cents are: For some bizarre reason, the media didn't think that a racist in the GOP was much of a story.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:07:52 (EST)

My two cents are: To be accurate, he NOW supports affirmative action "across" the board, as of the moment he was asked on BET. Up until that very point, he had been wrong, so wrong, on affirmative action. Over and over. At this point, it shouldn't matter that he's a racist. He has seen the light on many things and admitted wrong for virtually his whole political life prior to his BET appearance. That is good enough for me. Of course, it would also be good enough for me if he simply lied on BET. Either way, Republican humiliations are always so predictable. They get caught being Republican.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 01:05:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Why did it take the media so long to notice the racist elephant in the GOP?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 00:24:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Lott supports affirmative action across the board? He must really think Blacks are stupid if he said that on BET.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 00:16:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Either way, Lott must go. He's giving a bad image to the Republican Party. It's all some horrible mistake. He must have gone in the wrong door. Ended up at the wrong convention somehow. Ran on the wrong platform. The pity is that the Party didn't recognize it. We weren't vigilant. We were taken advantage of by an evil shyster from Mississippi who held beliefs inimical to our own. And now he can dictate who gets a corner office, who gets a committee chairmanship, who fries and who merely trembles in fear now and then. How did we raise this bogus Republican so high? With what evil magic did he spin his web of lies and deception within the belly of his sworn enemy, the GOP? Is there any way to make him go away? Ooops, can't do that, or the DimboCRAP governor of Mississippi will appoint some strapping buck from the law schools, a man who will live out fifty years of incumbency, doing as much damage as an insane Italian supreme court justice with lifetime tenure. It's all to hideous to contemplate.
Barl Cove
- Friday, December 20, 2002 at 00:04:15 (EST)

My two cents are: He not only had a plan, dude, he had night-riders.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 23:40:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Strom had a plan for dealing with uppity-ness?
rethinking everything
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 23:03:20 (EST)

My two cents are: What people forget is that the average American agrees that things would be better if everyone had voted for the Boll Weevils in '48. Lott may well be our next vice-president. Are you a white guy? How many times have you been irritated by an uppity African American and wished that old Strom had eked out a win?
Glint
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 23:01:20 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought the blinking was from occular herpes.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:58:29 (EST)

My two cents are: The dims haven't had much to gloat about since the big dog humiliated Judge Starr and make him cry, or at least blink vigorously.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:57:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, there's no place in the Republican heirarchy for a man who supports affirmative action "across the board" as Trent told that boy on BET.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:56:22 (EST)

My two cents are: The entire Democratic Caucus said they would support Lott in January just for the gloat value.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:56:03 (EST)

My two cents are: All we ask is for a chance to have our feet held to the fire!
Zealous Republican
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:54:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott doesn't forgive. He doesn't forgive, and he doesn't forget. There's a lot of Jeff Davis in the man.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:54:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Sen. John Ensign, R-Nev., said he would support Lott in January because retaining him as leader would hold the GOP's "feet to the fire" on the issue of race.
And what republican wouldn't welcome THAT!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:53:33 (EST)

My two cents are: My little Mustang pretty much sucks the highway like a toothless whore.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:52:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I think what you're seeing is George Broom and John Toilet Brush. These guys just squandered a couple of promising careers.
Lott in '04
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:52:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Frist, a wealthy heart surgeon before coming to Congress in 1995, helped engineer the GOP takeover of the Senate in last month's elections.
A wealthy heart sugeon and an engineer!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:51:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Do they still make the Z+2? I'm getting tired of always fixing these cars. Might sell them all and buy the Z. From what I hear it has anal sex with the road.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:50:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Underlining the gravity of Lott's situation, Virginia's two GOP senators, John Warner and George Allen, quickly became the first to publicly announce their support for Frist. Warner, a 24-year Senate veteran, will be the next chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee, while Allen is a fast-rising freshman who will head the Senate GOP's campaign effort for the 2004 elections.
George and John Jackson
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:49:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Why wouldn't a Pontiac cut it? I hear they buss the road lightly on each cheek.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:47:57 (EST)

My two cents are: For the entire 2002 budget year, which ended Sept. 30, the government ran up a deficit of $157.7 billion, Treasury said. The 2002 budget deficit ended four straight years of surpluses and followed a $127 billion surplus __ the second biggest ever __ for fiscal 2001.
keep up the good work, Snip
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:47:16 (EST)

My two cents are: You could probably sell at least one car to a Hawaiian motorhead.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:34:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks. Now I'm in the spirit.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:28:50 (EST)

My two cents are: no self respecting ad agency would claim a car "snuggles" anything. "snuggling" is for fuzzy pink slippers. Not something you sell to the american motorhead.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:26:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps he meant that it handles like mush, lincilns trademark is the mushy ride. Oh merry xmas, rest of candycane man later
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:23:21 (EST)

My two cents are: No car snuggles the road and no car rides like well-formed butter. Those are just ad agency slogans created by some genius to make you want to buy two tons of spray painted pig iron on wheels.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:18:12 (EST)

My two cents are: CHAPTER ONE The burger chick story turns out all right. What they did, down at the �In and Out Burger Hut�, is they called the witnesses in one by one to recount their sad histories, and they must have talked to the girl, and they decided to put the two on separate shifts. My kid expresses some outrage, feels that the victim was victimized, because that week she got only one day's work instead of two or three days, but I told him to wait and see, maybe they can figure out a way to equalize the pain in weeks to follow. My personal difficulty with all this is a sense that I have failed in some way as a father, and that my son, at an age when he should be learning to giggle about pubic hairs on his Coke, is concerned with the fact that an object, e.g. this young girl's fistful, was referenced as an object in a conversation in which he was an unwilling participant. I have been counseled on this, and it reminds me of my relationship with my own father, who was brought up a Catholic in culture and never forgave my grandmother for conceiving him out of wedlock. I remember going with my father on a press junket to the contested ground-breaking of a sea-side nuclear power plant when I was in high-school, and his embarrassment when his photographer carried on about taking picture of a guy watering ice-plant from an angle that made it look like the water jet was the gardener pissing through a firehose dick. The old man was uncomfortable at my being around during this male-bonding ceremony, and didn't loosen up until he horked down two or three of the free old-fashioneds they lined up on the bar we stopped at in Petaluma on the way back. Well, what goes around comes around, but beyond that the 31-year-old horn-dog gets a paycheck this month, and the 17-year-old petunia gets confirmation that she can still attract attention. I don't think it's any more serious than that. CHAPTER TWO It was in a garage kind of space, where there were echoes, metallic ones, and the cement floor was covered in an unintelligible constellation of grease-stains. An old Bultaco hidden away under a tarp; a gasket here, a bolt there, a few nuts scattered around underfoot. Harvey Grossmier was in charge, as he had always been, but who was the guy on the chair, taking the beating? There was that dark sticky red blood running down the side of one ear, there was some screaming, as if it was coming from far away, but it surely belonged to the guy being held down in the chair. It was a guy, French maybe; no Stilton in sight, but the guy had brie smeared over his shirt, I could smell it a mile away. That, and some funny kind of perfume that reminded him of carbon-based baubles and violet eyes. I wished I hadn't worn the Spandex shirt. I wished I'd brought that sweet, tight-butt elf along for solace. I could use some. So could the guy in the chair. Under all that blood, he looked so familiar, somehow, but I couldn't quite make it out. There was something off-center about his whole head, as if something real important there was missing. Not that i mattered, in the long run. I shifted from foot to foot, impatient for Grossmier to get the thing over with, hoping he wasn't just toying around, but he was in the middle of one of his goddman monologues, it could be next week before he'd come to an end. I told him I was going to Denny's. I knew the waitress there. I said I'd be back. Grossmier said fuck you man. I knew Grossmier. From way back. He was just kidding. Damn that Grossmier anyway. Him and his goddamn cheese obsessions. Why all this torture, just for drinking up all of his port, downing all his precious Stilton cheese? Some people could be so sensitive about things that were just objects, in the last analysis. I could have finished off the Brie, too, if he hadn't come in just at that moment. Fuckface. Evil fuckface. They're all like that, so high and mighty, the broads worse than any of them, and when it comes right down to it, I'm the one in the chair with the missing ear, Brie all over my own Spandex shirt, not so different from Grossmier's, knocked semi-senseless. I'll be back, though. With the Denny's waitress on my arm, a bottle of Bateson's sherry, a clear understanding of intent, and a whole stack of napkins with a novel's worth of writing. Fuck them all, and fuck their frog cheese, too. Who do they think I am? Punchy clown? The King fucking France? Chapter 3 The Bultaco was sentient, too, but no one, so far, had noticed. It--or rather he--Buddah, as he called himself, lay quiet under the tarp, waiting for the rest of them to finish off the other one, or take him to a rest home, or do whatever humans did in the last analysis. Then he would throw off the tarp, then, when he was alone, and spend a few precious hours of solitutde buzzing around and around the empty, echoing garage, speeding around in circles, making the blessed mystical circles of his kind. Leaving the precious oil, which fell in drops. The drops making constellations on the floor, which passed as meaningless to humankind. He and his kind knew their meaning. But who of the humans would listen to the Bultaco's roar? It was just a machine, to them. More bullshit A Bultaco running in a garage is ear-splitting. believe me, an expansion chamber is not a muffler. Could be fun, though. Does a sentient Bul have ears? Take the bul by the horns. The sentient bul only listens for a bike that may behind it. the garage gets full of blue pre-mix exhaust pretty quick. I generally ran castrols premix 2 stroke oil. its a good smell, rivals musk and white diamonds. I generally ran an eight inch uni foam sock filter soaked in oil hoseclamped straight to the amal. The Bul had a still airbox under the seat but the uni was simpler - at least if you weren't in alot of watery mud. What they've done to dirtbikes is a crime, check out a new eight thousand dollar watercooled 240 pound 28 horsepower yamaha 400 4-stroke. yukkkkk. All that made the Bul an excellent bike sure enough, but the real crowning glory was the way it handled. Like no other bike. Sweet and sure. Forgiving, I've heard it called. A Bul's handling could bail you out of trouble, a quick twist of the throttle would generally put one back into a straight line. One thing I have learned, if a bike ain't easy to push backward into the chicken coop, it ain't gonna handle much better running. If a bike is clumsy and awkward to push around the garage, its design is bad, the frame geometry wrong, shift levers and kick starters hanging out and catching on things will do the same thing on the track as well. Not balanced properly, weight distribution front and rear is wrong. Look at it this way, if it won't go where you want it not running, its not going to do any better when it is. Chapter 4 A brown dog squatted on a toilet, or rather hunched there, his four paws bunched together along the slick n back humped and trembling. Why did they try it, he thought, why did they try to teach me how to do this? Sure, I missed the papers a few times, I'll admit it, and I know how the big one who brings the food bowl hates to scoop up the turds from the sidewalk or even the petunia-beds, but maybe if he would get down and smell them, learn how to read them and the lessons they tell, it would be different. They must think I'm a damned cat, but a dog doesn't have static balance, a dog's balance is like a motorcycle's balance, it happens running, not hunched over some fucking oubliette waiting for the record of his whole recent history to drop in and wash away like catshit. The dog is dynamic balance, he earns his chuck running, the paws got to move and move fast, he's digitigrade, on his toes not a big fat ass, his tail is part of it only streaming in the wind, rocking behind, balance all the way to the tip of the snout, maybe telegraphing what the snout senses, not curled up against a lid and the end dipped into somebody else's gry else's green-blue chrome corrosion and black fungus and dead hairs. The next thing you know, thought the big brown dog, the bitch will try to teach me to back into a chicken coop. Bateson described consciousness as a dog running with its tongue out. The dog lives to run, and runs to live, leaving his excretium any old where he does not have to lie down, only maybe come upon it again, running, and pause to savor it like an old magazine. The dog is the motorcycle of the animal world, a small motorcycle running in a friendly gang, like a troop of Japanese civil engineers on a cafe-racer holiday to Osaka, or an association of fat Nebraska beet farmers and their wives on Gold Wings, or a snarling pack of southeast Oakland methedrine thugs on chopped Harleys. A dog doesn't back up into a chicken coop, hell, he doesn't back up anywhere, has no reverse gear; a dog is forward, his eyes are focused forward, his ears, his nose, because that is where he is going, and he has no interest in what lies behind, unless it may be approached in a glorious loop, leaning inward like a pinnace hauled close to a fresh gale. There is no useful balance to a still dog, other than a balanced required to collect the fruits of the next forward motion, or to appreciate the possibilities of a new direction. The dog is so well-equipped for running that at a pace that is balls-out speed in most creatures he need use only three of his four legs, carrying the fourth folded in reserve. His brakes are laughable, and coming to a sudden stop he is at his worst, although given room, an adequate runway, he can shed velocity gracefully. At rest, he is often disgusting, licking his genitalia or biting his hocks, a creature from Heironymous Bosch. In old age, when his legs have lost their spring, he is little better than a wheelbarrow capable of carrying nothing more than his own memories of speed. Chapter 5 (part one) I hit second turning out of the driveway when I realized I'd left my Gauloises in the garage. A cup of coffee at Denny's just wouldn�t work without them. Grossmier was burning the guy's arm with one of them when I got back inside, which seemed futile as the guy was pretty much past that level of pain by now anyway. Grossmier said he was doing it for the aroma, nothing more, and tossed the Gauloises at me from across the room. Karma, I tried to figure for a moment. Was the guy in the chair's karma bad or was Grossmier just accruing some? Maybe it was like the sand in a sandbox, piling up here but lower over there now, still there never being anymore sand in the box than there already was. Except for the occasional addition of a cat turd. It was raining when I left the manifestation of karma in the garage and went back outside. The corvair was idling smoothly, which it only did in the rain, when it was raining, I mean, because it would still idle smoothly in the covered eat-in-your-car spaces at the In-and Out Burger when it was raining even though it wasn't in the rain. There'd been some flak at the in-and-out lately. Something about a young girl and an old guy. I wheeled the corvair around, U-turn, middle of the street, fuck ralphie I thought. If this chick was hot enough to hock the family Christmas for, I at least wanted a good look. I had made the U-turn pretty fast. fast enough to generate a squawk in the rear axle that could be heard above the clattering empty madeira bottles in the back seat pretending to be in motion while they were actually trying to remain at rest as the car spun beneath them. It was a matter of perception as to if they were actually flying across the backseat at all. Still the effect was the same and after the fishtailing straightened out I fumbled to light another Gauloises and headed to the In and Out Burger with the Madeira bottles resting quietly again. It was 3 in the afternoon, that littoral time between rushes at the in-and-out. A time for short breaks and for leaning casually on the counter in cameradic chitchat with one's co-workers. I had two issues before me now. What to order, and how to figure out which girl was the petunia in question. The corvair idled smoothly in the rain - out of the rain - at the In-and-Out Burger, under the awning, while it was raining of course. It was a blue corvair, tinny, light blue, and had some heat-oxidation-white-spots over the rear where the magnificent engine set. And the dual monza exhaust cloud was white in the rain too. In the rain. That much was well, and the Madeira bottles were resting again, quietly stationary in the back seat as I pored over the menu posted by the drive-up talky-box. It was a form of communication, I thought, something worth study, this communication thing. But other matters were pressing. "Order Sir?" squawked the box. Was it her? the home-wrecker? or was the homewrecker a carhop? She could be the p.m. salad prep. I had to be careful. The starfish sandwich looked good but I'd heard they were stale. The foot-long hot dog seemed a tad forward and too stupid but possibly able to be passed off later as a passive aggressive joke. About that time Ketiels 440 cuda rumbled into the parkinglot going the wrong way through the drive through. Son-of-a-bitch never got the hang of living north of the equator Grossmier's 'cuda clamored in the drive thru lane. Still pointing the wrong way as he inched it up almost to the pick-up window. I hadn't ordered yet, or spotted the burger babe. The corvair was still idling smoothly, for which I was glad because something told me all hell was about to break loose. From that point on, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Grossmier got out of the 'cuda and walked toward the trunk. I looked around the in-and-out and nobody was moving. "Stick-up", I thought, they're thinking stick-up. Grossmier opened the trunk, looked around briefly, and then dragged the guy who had been in the chair in the garage out. He looked pretty rough but was still alive. A blood-soaked t-shirt was tied around his head where his left ear used to be and his hands were covered in blood where Grossmier had cut his fingertips off. The fingertips, always the fingertips. it was like a signature for Grossmier. Grossmier got the guy to his feet and then shoved him toward the sidewalk in front of the door kicking one of the guy�s legs behind the other as he pushed to send him sprawling face first into the pavement. Grossmier turned and shut the trunk. Then he reached into the pocket of his plaid shirt (Grossmier always wore plaid) and pulled out something silver about the size of a ballpoint pen. He bent down beside the car, took a valve cap off the left rear tire and checked the air pressure. Then he went to the right side and proceeded to do the same thing except he checked the right side twice. Grossmier was a cold, evil motherfucker but I had to admire the way he used the tire gauge to suspend the crowd in statue-like silence for an extra ninety seconds. It was like art. In a way. Grossmier got into the 'cuda and backed out of the drive-thru, turned around and pulled out. I saw him put his turnsignal on just before goosing the 'cuda into the street and scratching his tires for half a city block. Grossmier had done it. He'd suspended praxis. and with a tire gauge. but only momentarily. The world around me was about to start moving again, in one of two ways. The guy could be ignored, or somebody could do something. A fat lady in a mini-van two cars down screamed out "I'm calling 911" as she punched into her cell phone. And then the manager ran out and helped the guy to one of the little cement tables with the ionic column legs. It's funny the way people look for authority in a crisis and find it in a little brass nameplate on a guy wearing a red vest and a white paper hat. The carhop girls had started screaming now, except one. She was on her hands and knees beside the building puking and heaving like there was no tomorrow. The burger babe, I thought, that's her, plain as day Waves of nausea swept kept her convulsing her, again and again, till there was nothing left for her but the dry heaves. She could hardly keep up with them, there was no time to think about the crowd staring toward her, or staring toward the bloody thing Grossmier had dumped in front of everyone. Finally, the last retching ceased, and headed for the washroom, oblivious to anything. She splashed cold water on her face, checked herself in the mirror--still there. She picked a crumpled napkin out of her pocket, wiped her mouth with it, then noticed the ghastly scrawl on it. The bastard just couldn't help himself, could he? She tossed it in the trash, spat at it, and then headed back out where a cop car had just pulled out, and a fat sergeant with glasses was taking down stories from all the witnesses. Some shit pointed in her direction, and the segeant from Compton sidled over to her. "You know this guy, miss?" he asked. She shook her head, not really lying. She didn't know him. He was just a regular who didn't know how to tip, or even how to order at the In-N-Out. There was a whole pattern to it, there was a language, but he either wouldn't learn or couldn't. He was the kind of guy who scribbled shit down on napkins like other guys scribbled them on latrines. It was kind of sad what Grossmier had done to him, but it was his own damn fault, really, for being totally oblivious. The same kind of obliviousness Plato used to complain about, she recalled. That reminded her of something else. Something Grossmier's buddy had said, some English dude had said it, Spencer or some such, she couldn't remember who: it was, like, to save fools from the results of their folly is, like, to fill the world with fools. Yeah, that was it. Not that it mattered much. It was time, way past time to go back to the extra crispy fries. Somebody had to attend to them, somebody had to had make sure they were really well done. For now, it was her job. Just not for long. Grossmier was long gone. I studied burger girl for a minute and just couldn't suss that she was something a guy would risk home and hearth for. Spindly, all knees and elbows, like sleeping with a sack full of coathangers. Chicken girl I thought, she looked like she ought to be feeding chickens on the Breightly clod farm. That and the burger grease zit complexion. Anyway, didn't do it for me. Meanwhile the paramedics had been patching up Grossmier's handiwork. The t-shirt had been replaced with a wrapping of white gauze around the head, the gauloises burns to the forearms and biceps were similarly taped up with white gauze and similarly oozing red from underneath as were the little white gauze patches wrapped around each fingertip. It was still raining and pretty cold so the guys shirtless torso had turned pretty much bright red. The overall effect between the white gauze, the blood, and the reddish skin was that of some hideous walking macabre candycane. The fat lady in the mini-van was still standing there watching everything. As I walked past her I whispered "the son of a bitch is freezing, give him your goddamn hat". She looked startled for a minute and then walked toward the unfortunate slob. Some people follow directions in a crisis. She pulled the festive red and white santa hat off her head and put it on his over the bandages. Jeez, it even had a white cotton ball and a bell on the end. That certainly completed the fucking candycane picture. I was still snickering as I back into the corvair while the paramedics were walking Mr. Candycane to the back of the ambulance van. Grossmier wasn't the only artist on this fucking planet. As I got ready to back out, I leaned out the window and gave the horn a short blast. Alert, the paramedics whirled and looked toward me as I yelled "you fella's ain't stealin the north pole now are you?". Then they looked back at Mr. Candycane and just started laughing and laughing and laughing. �Well, ain't that all full of Christmas fuckin' feeling�, thought burgergirl to herself, watching as the jolly, chuckling EMTs took turns trying to stuff CandyCane Man into the back of the ambulance. They were taking their time with it, playing to the crowd. These people would find it funny if I popped them a zit, she figured, but it wasn't worth the laugh. Too bad about Grossmier. Too bad about the CandyCane Man. In a day or two, the guy would pop back up like Punchy Clown, and Grossmier and his ilk would be back, swooping down in their various vehicles, dragging him off to the garage. The garage. There was a nice bike there, she remembered. Sometimes, when she could bum a Gaulois on her break, she used to go there. Seemed like she could hear sounds from outside it when she walked near, but as soon as she put her hand on the garage door, they'd disappear. Funny things happened in Compton. Sounds that seemed like inanimate objects taking life into their own hands. Places that weren't what you thought they were. Ship's as it was, a place of pancakes and make your own toast, sliding into some burger joint, competitor in the capitalist competition. She wondered about the one-legged man, about the farm, and about shrimp, saltwater cows, Brazos mud, and the sound of the Atlantic. Anorexia wasn't such a bad thing, she reasoned. Neither was the acne. It was just hard to get those fries fried just right. . Every time the EMTs spun him around, chuckling, they'd rub their miserable mitts against his wounds. It was killing him. Goddamn evil socialists, he fumed. I'm the one who's paying for their social security! The least they could do is treat me like I was the King of France! But the evil chucklers spun him around and around some more, trying, one of them saying (he heard it) that if they spun him around fast enough, they could see the red and white stripes spin, going up and down, like an old barberpole. He wished so hard he could smack them in the head. They wouldn't play by the rules. They were the ones who'd hoisted him up, given him the first wedgie, and all the wedgies that followed, in endless succession. He tried to fight them off, but it was useless. Finally, after one long fast painful spin, they seemed to tire of their game, exchanged some money, one guy getting more than the rest. He figured that guy must be the "winner." As the three EMTs tossed him roughly into the back of the ambulance at last, he caught a glimpse of a fat lady standing near a mini-van. She gave him an earnest, hideous grin, and walked over to him, taking an equally hideous Santa hat off her head, and forcing it onto his head. He was helpless to refuse. His last sight, as the ambulance started moving away, was the sight of the fat lady putting her hand on her empty head, clicking a switch, and unzipping herself from her head down to her red twinkly fat toes. Her fat shell fell away--inside, was revealed a bitter man. He must have been there, all along. The fat lady unzipping was the only thing that could explain what happened next. After stuffing now dizzy Candycane Man into the back of the ambulance, one of the EMT's paused by the rear wheel of the vehicle. He had something shiny in his hand. Then he bent down and removed a valve stem cap. It was a pressure gauge. It was then I realized that the ambulance was parked the wrong way in the drive-thru, inches from the pick-up window. Just where Grossmier had parked the 'cuda. Grossmier had tapped into some unnatural force, something to do with air pressure. Things were unfolding fast now, like tesseracts and the way the rain changed the barometric pressure and made the corvair idle or maybe the way the barometric pressure made the rain and the corvair idle. Anyway, Grossmier had found it, the tires were balloons, he wasn't checking the presuure, he was measuring barometric shifts with a fucking tire gauge. The strange happenings in Compton, the weird life sounds of the inanimate objects like so many ghoulish midnight toys coming to life in an abandoned garage. A cacophony of broken tin-drum soldiers and toy trains with half their wheels off track. It was the solstice she thought, the pagan rite. The gravitational pull of the moon drawing zits to the surface of her skin. Astral purification. Humanity was a boil in the universe, red, and full of white puss. The colors of Christmas celebrating themselves like the agony of Candycane man or the incestuous flatsided crayons in a box marked "OVIT" for order, variation, intellect and time, or "tesseract" mixing their primary colors together to create the universe.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:15:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, but when you've got a five minute commute, tops, you want that well-formed butter ride. The Lincoln delivers that AND snuggles the road.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:14:39 (EST)

My two cents are: the focus z is a fked up zx2, what the accountants did to the zx2 to make it a focus, not even the same car. bursts into flames or something. Have driven lincolns and benz'. in a benz, you spend most of the time with your foot on the floor trying not to get rear-ended because they are so damned slow. The only reasons lincolns appear to have any speed is because they have to make them somewhat quick because nobody (except a benz owner) would tolerate a 50k porker.
zerk
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:12:49 (EST)

My two cents are: despite the moniker, the e320 pretty spartan ride, hard, unyeilding, underpowered and uncomfortable. the "E" stands for economy class. A lincoln, even a lardo lincoln would feel good to anyone having driven the german taxicab equivalent of the Marathon Checker.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 22:07:44 (EST)

My two cents are: It occurs to me that in Glint's fevered mind, Gray Davis is some kind of liberal, like Barbara Feinstein. That Glint is one funny sumbitch!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 21:13:20 (EST)

My two cents are: FLU SICKENS HUNDREDS ON USS ROOSEVELT...
Another score for the evildoers
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 20:16:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush to Give Social Security to Mexicans...
I voted for this?
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 20:15:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Oil Flirts with 2-Year High on War Fears...
Think I'll go test drive a Navigator
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 20:14:09 (EST)

My two cents are: As part of its war on terrorism, the Bush administration has a plan to monitor the health and use of the Internet... Developing...
Finally!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 20:12:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Haole thing, you wouldn't understand.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:51:05 (EST)

My two cents are: The butter part I get. Smooth as butter. Soft as butter. It's the well-formed part. Is he into molding butter? Butter sculpture? Is it a sexual reference?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:49:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Where is the butter supposed to be? On the steering wheel? In the transmission? But if it's in the transmission, why is it well formed? You'd think it would heat up and melt. Is it snuggled down there on the road like a big fat baby snuggled against a blanket, only doing the best driving yet, maybe 97 mph? I know it's poetry (or irony), but I can't put my finger on what's poetical about it. Shouldn't poetry have something about roses in it?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:47:40 (EST)

My two cents are: I think it's irony. Or maybe poetry. Don't you get it? Like well formed butter! The car drives like butter, and not only butter, but butter that has been well formed. Geesh, doesn't every narcissist want a car that drives like butter?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:42:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Snuggles? Well-formed butter? Is he committing poetry again?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:42:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Yup, some fun! 5 miles of yucks!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:40:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, I was around in '72 and I have been called a southern bigot. As I recall, the North, or Democrats, refused to address our needs. It was almost a repeat of the conditions that led to the War of Northern Aggression back in 1860. The Democratic federal government was sticking its big nose into our business and taking our votes for granted. The GOP offered us a soft landing and that's all we could get except for Wallace and you know what they did to him.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:37:47 (EST)

My two cents are: ... drives like well formed butter?
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- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:37:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Hi Glint, yup, small tank, but my longest daily commute is 5 miles. It snuggles the road. Anyway, it is a 2000 LS base. I picked it up for $18,000 out the door. Thought it was a good deal for a gas guzzler. Should be fun for a while. A bigger gas tank would be nice. Might get 240 miles a tank, if I'm lucky. Not as good as the benz, but this one drives like well formed butter. Best driving car I've had yet. Some fun. Pete�
No brain? You be the judge...
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:36:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought that was Pete's whole schtick. The idea that he has a brain. Are you telling me he's an airhead?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:34:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Ann Coulter has this all figured out. Pretty much the view of the noodnik posting down below there about how Thurmond was a Dixiecrat. Ann excuses the GOP up one side and down the other, in her inimitable confusion. But her main argument is that when Thurmond was running as a bigot, Henry Wallace was running as a leftist, so why hasn't Teddy Kennedy been forced to resign? Sure, this may sound insane to you, but it's crystal clear to Ann Coulter and probably to the Bobbsy Twins here, the Motorcraft Boys. Pete will be posting it here soon in urine font, as a representation of what he would think if he had a brain.
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- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:33:09 (EST)

My two cents are: But what about the youngsters, the yahoos, the youngster yahoos? The little brothers, the tail-enders, the lottery boys? You know, guys like Glint and Pete. What drew them into what was and is today's only clear alternative to the Dixiecrats? Why would these boys join the Party of Lott?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:28:47 (EST)

My two cents are: And to be able to hobnob with the likes of Dick Nixon, Rocky Rockerfeller, Ev Dirkson, and George Murphy.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:22:57 (EST)

My two cents are: That, and the secret plan to end the war.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:20:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Lott and the other bigots were lured to the Republican Party not because of any Southern Strategy, but because of the GOP's devotion to fiscal conservatism and the balanced budget. Oh, how easy ye forget, ye of little faith.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:09:49 (EST)

My two cents are: liberal adj 1: showing or characterized by broad-mindedness; "a broad political stance"; "generous and broad sympathies"; "a liberal newspaper"; "tolerant of his opponent's opinions" [syn: broad, tolerant] 2: having political or social views favoring reform and progress 3: tolerant of change; not bound by authoritarianism, orthodoxy, or tradition [ant: conservative] 4: given or giving freely; "was a big tipper"; "the bounteous goodness of God"; "bountiful compliments"; "a freehanded host"; "a handsome allowance"; "Saturday's child is loving and giving"; "a liberal backer of the arts"; "a munificent gift"; "her fond and openhanded grandfather" [syn: big, bighearted, bounteous, bountiful, freehanded, handsome, giving, openhanded] 5: not literal; "a loose interpretation of what she had been told"; "a free translation of the poem" [syn: free, loose] n 1: a person who favors a political philosophy of progress and reform and the protection of civil liberties [syn: progressive] [ant: conservative] 2: a person who favors an economic theory of laissez-faire and self-regulating markets
In a word, Lincolnesque
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:04:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Ain't it weird that the big dog of Republican legislators is a bigot with permed hair who was a DimboCRAP crap from 1941 to 1972? How did a character like that even get IN the GOP? Don't they test these guys for their fealty to Abraham Lincoln? Shee-it, Trent Lott thought Jeff Davis was the conservative and Lincoln was the liberal. Somebody was asleep at the switch when they let that Trojan Horse into the big tent.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 19:02:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott is going to stay on as majority leader. And any Jesse Jacksonite Republican senator who opposes him is going to find himself in the broom closet, which is plenty of office for a guy whose only job is to explain to his constituents why he's on the toilet committee and nothing else.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:57:04 (EST)

My two cents are: El Ni�o, my ass!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:42:22 (EST)

My two cents are: At what point can these hypocritical rats lose the right to be called "colleagues?" If Trent Lott had one testicle, he'd out the whole GOP and why he and others of his ilk were so drawn to it when, after all, it was the Democrats who were offering so much to racists and bigots of all persuasion. George Wallace too. Why did that fine Democrat bolt the party and run as the honest Nixon in 1972? 1972! Why that happens to be the very year Trent jumped to the GOP. He could see the future for a guy like him. And so could millions of others. All former Democrats lured to the GOP because of...what?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:23:23 (EST)

My two cents are: He gave up a liposuction practice to serve!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:09:47 (EST)

My two cents are: speculation continued on which GOP senator might replace Lott. It focused chiefly on Bill Frist of Tennessee.
Formerly a renowned member of the Tenn. medical network!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:08:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Others, while not calling for Lott's ouster, also declined to come to his defense. "I am working hard with my colleagues to handle this situation in the best possible way. A number of people are talking about a lot of scenarios, but it's premature to make any decisions at this time," said Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison, R-Texas.
"Undecided" Jackson's, waiting for all the facts to come in
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:07:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Nearly a dozen Senate Republicans _ many of them longtime veterans _ have publicly expressed support for Lott despite criticizing his comments. They include Sens. Orrin Hatch of Utah and Ted Stevens of Alaska, the longest-serving Senate Republican.
Michael Jacksons
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:05:11 (EST)

My two cents are: "My impression is he's not going to step aside anytime soon," said one Republican senator who spoke on condition of anonymity. "I don't think he will. I've talked to him, and he seems firm in his commitment to weather the storm and press on."
Future Jackson
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:02:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Jim Sensenbrenner, R-Wis., said that if he were in the Senate he would not support Lott to be the next Senate leader, and Rep. Todd Platts, R-Pa., said Lott had compromised his ability to represent the GOP agenda.
Thoughtful Jacksons
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:01:39 (EST)

My two cents are: A second conservative Republican, Sen. Craig Thomas of Wyoming, suggested change might be inevitable. "I don't have a strong feeling about the personality that's there. ... I don't condone what he did and I'm not opposed to change either."
Jackson Lite!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 18:00:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Sen. Jim Inhofe of Oklahoma says Lott's "ability as a leader dissipates on a daily basis."
Jackson!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 17:59:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Ill. Gov. Knew of Corruption, Feds Say
That's one busy goveRnoR
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 17:57:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Ill. Gov. Pardons 3 Wrongly Convicted
another GOP money saver wimp
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 17:56:45 (EST)

My two cents are: More GOP Colleagues Criticize Sen. Lott
Hey, he was 7!!!!!!!!!!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 17:55:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Easily correctable if unemployment continues to rise.
Press release from Snippy's new economic team*
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 17:54:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush Urges Americans to Volunteer More.
Troglodytes under-represented in Americorps
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 17:52:40 (EST)

My two cents are: So Snippy doesn't like Saddam's term paper? It's a "material breach?" Big deal. I keep telling you troglodytes that Bush doesn't have the balls for a real war. Turning on you missile guidance radar in the no-fly zone is also a material breach, and the Snip hasn't done anything about it except shoot off his mouth. You've really got to doubt that Bush is going to do anything harder than, say, Grenada, or getting the Iraqis out of Kuwait a little faster than they were going already. If Bush does go in, the Iraqis will probably fight back, at which point Snippy will throw his hands to his jowls and shit on the podium.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 16:31:41 (EST)

My two cents are: In the 31 years before 1972 Lott was a Dixicrat? Since 1942? Since he was 0 years old? Everybody around here thinks polictical activity starts danged early.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 15:27:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Nobody invited the bigots to join the GOP, dim-bulb. Not in so many words, anyway.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 15:23:07 (EST)

My two cents are: That's what has broke my heart about this whole episode. Instead of standing up and telling the truth, that Trent Lott is too young to support Strom Thurmond's views, George W. Bush stood and basically said he was un-American. Why didn't Bush point out that Lott is a dirty DimboCRAP? Why didn't he point out that Thurmond was a DimboCRAP himself for a long time, until the bigots were invited to to join the GOP? This whole thing is very distressing to a boy from Tetherball, NE.
Glint
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 15:20:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Is this L.G. in drag? Either way, lots of food for thought in these questions. Look like it's Tom Daschle who should be wearing the Segregationist shirt, not Trent Lott. Hey, the guy was only 7 years old when Strom ran as a Dixiecrat! Shee-it, when Hitler fried his first Jew, the guy wasn't even born!!! What does it matter if he supports either Strom OR Hitler! Nothing, that's what it means. This is a DimboCRAP jacket, pure and simple, and every DimboCRAP in the Senate is wearing it!
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- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 15:15:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Let me get this straight. Trent Lott switched to the Republican party in 1972. But in the 31 years prior to that he was a lifelong Democrat and supporter the Dixiecrat movement?
give me a break!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 15:10:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Strom Thurmond's "Dixiecrat" party was a splinter off of the Democrat party.
true or false?
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 15:02:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Let me get this straight. Trent Lott is being critized because he supported Strom Thurmond's 1948 run for president, when Trent Lott was 7 years old?
give me a break!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:58:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Does this mean that Cheney will be ordering men to a death that he helped prepare for them? Or would that be redundant after the long-term day-to-day business relationship between Saddam and Halliburton?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:55:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Saddam Hussein has vastly improved his air defense system by hooking it to a fibre optic network. Where did he get the fibre optic cable, you ask? Does Halliburton ring a bell?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:49:40 (EST)

My two cents are: UNITED NATIONS � Iraq is in "material breach" of the U.N.'s order that it destroy its weapons of mass destruction, the U.S. ambassador to the United Nations said Thursday. U.N. Ambassador John Negroponte said Iraq's 12,000-page arms declaration "is just one more act of deception in a history of lies from a defiant dictator." He said that "material omissions" in the declaration "constitute another material breach." The use of the term "material breach" is significant, because it can be used as justification to go to war.
All togehter now: 1, 2, 3 - IRAQ ATTAQ!!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:46:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, it was I asking. You see, my commute is about 30 miles farther than yours. I don't enjoy driving in traffic and wanted something that would help me to forget I was driving, not to mention well padded with air bags all around (which worked beautifullly I might add). I used to have a Chrylser, which was purchased for the purpose of commuting. But let's not talk about the Chrylser. The Pontiac is just not cutting it. And since you were shopping at the Lincoln store, I thought you might have some info about the Navigator. Between it and the John Deere I might be able to park in the garage after the next ice storm. (01)
Glint
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:40:28 (EST)

My two cents are: A faux Glint at T =14:34:02.
(01)
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:35:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Does that Navigator oversteer or understeer? Is it geared right for a flat place, oh, say, Nebraska. How's the headroom? Are there plenty of cup-holders? Are there independent air-conditioning controls for the passengers? These aren't trick questions. I just want to get an independent opinion on these things, to factor in to my decision
Glint
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:34:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, it's good to learn that Pete is a hell of a driver who snuggles the road like well-formed butter. I would have thought he'd be a terrible driver, one of those fat dumb and happy types of road hog, yet with a tendency to go into fits of road rage whenever he doesn't have the right or way. Great to find he's such an afficionado of the driving arts. And glad that he is so trustworthy and self-aware that I don't feel any need for independent confirmation of his superior driving competence. There is no doubt in my mind, now that he has revealed his talents, that everybody he knows is only too happy to ride with him, either cross-town or cross-island.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:30:11 (EST)

My two cents are: For pure road butter, I nominate the Mini. Drives like a dang well-formed Mini or something. Licks the road like a new puppy.
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- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:24:41 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm surprised there's anybody in the country who hasn't slipped down to the showroom for a Navigator test drive. Of course, it would be good to compare notes, since different people might notice different things about a test drive. So, Pete, if you did give the Navigator a test drive (while you were in the showroom), what was the verdict? I notice you didn't buy the Nav, so was the driveability the critical factor? If not, what? The sportiness? The way it fondles the road?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:21:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Still the best driving car around for a 5 mile commute. Well formed butter on wheels.
Pete�
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:21:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Navigator? Are you inasne? For a 5 mile commute? Hello? Must be a faux Glint, although that (01) seems pretty authentic. (01)
Pete�
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:19:19 (EST)

My two cents are:

Went to the lawyer's going away lunch. Yesterday I heard that the V.P. who pulled the strings to get me in on the last great trip around the outside of the bubble gave his resignation yesterday. Apparently he's found something better. Now, where did I put his permanent e-mail address....? - Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:18:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Really? My car drives like misshapen butter, all leaning over to the side of the butter dish. I'd like one that runs like butter formed into the shape of, say, a clam shell. I'd have some fun then.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:18:12 (EST)

My two cents are: While in the showroom didja test drive Lincoln's Navigator? (01)
Glint
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:15:59 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm thinking of getting a Focus Z. They snuggle the road. In fact, I'd go so far as to say they drive like well formed butter.
ePte�
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:12:50 (EST)

My two cents are: My two cents are: Hi Glint, yup, small tank, but my longest daily commute is 5 miles. It snuggles the road. Anyway, it is a 2000 LS base. I picked it up for $18,000 out the door. Thought it was a good deal for a gas guzzler. Should be fun for a while. A bigger gas tank would be nice. Might get 240 miles a tank, if I'm lucky. Not as good as the benz, but this one drives like well formed butter. Best driving car I've had yet. Some fun. Pete�
How's that for brains? Pete wrote it.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 14:04:54 (EST)

My two cents are: This just in: Moon circles Earth NOW I'M REALLY confused: People are saying that Trent Lott is a racist. Not only that, he has proved by word and deed on many occasions that he is a racist. How did this not come to our attention before? He must have been really clever to hide it this long. Recently he said that things would be better if segregationist Strom Thurmond had been elected president in 1948. He made almost exactly that same statement in 1980. Was there a huge earwax outbreak that year? Had the telephone not been invented? Did television broadcast only test patterns and "Howdy Doody"? Maybe in 1980, everyone still thought segregation was cool. No, wait, I was alive in 1980, and they didn't. In fact, there had been a decade of protest and murders and marches and legislation and lawsuits that mostly ended sanctioned segregation -- and that decade did not immediately precede 1980. I mean, hello. Of course Trent Lott was in favor of segregation. Virtually every white politician who began his career in the South before 1970 was in favor of segregation. Why? Because he couldn't get elected otherwise. Blacks were disenfranchised, as you'll recall (that's why we needed a Voting Rights Act), so white people elected the politicians, and the white people in the South overwhelmingly favored segregation. Some of them probably still do. I guess Trent Lott's off-the-cuff remarks mean that he still does -- but maybe not. It was at a dinner honoring a real old guy with no power left; maybe he used a line he knew would get applause. He's a politician. He says what people want to hear. If you think you can tell what a politician really believes by what he says, go back and read George Bush's campaign speeches. Remember Bush the Environmentalist? Bush the Peacemaker? Remember "compassionate conservatism?" My, that's worked out well. IDO THINK that far too much media time and attention have been paid to this story. I think it's a bad idea to discourage people from saying what they really think. I think people should be candid, so we know who our friends are and who our enemies are. If we are so concerned that politicians lie all the time, we'd better not jump all over them when they state their actual views. Thank you for sharing, and see you again at campaign time. The Republicans aren't upset because Lott is a racist -- heck, they knew that. They knew Strom Thurmond was a racist too, and they kept him in the party. No, the GOP is atwitter because Lott's reported remarks might alienate the conservative black voters it has been so carefully cultivating. It's not a matter of principle; it's a matter of power. Remember that the racist legacy of the United States is always a major issue for black citizens, no matter how conservative their other views might be. Remember how Clarence Thomas broke his long public silence in public Supreme Court hearings to passionately attack cross-burning? It still matters. Lott forgot to lie. And now he's paying the price. IN THE ERA of pretested opinions, when candidates mouth whatever the pollsters say will attract a majority demographic, when code phrases are so carefully deconstructed that (for instance) "family values" means "anti- abortion Christian person," we are moving further away from being able to vote for actual human beings. It's a Max Headroom world now. The signal is being degraded. Issues are too complex, so politicians get adept at a sort of shadow puppetry. See the moving shapes on the wall. Feel the gentle nudge to the ribs. Things woulda been better if Strom had been elected nudge nudge. Oops, wrong nudge. Turn the candor meter down. Sleep well. Oh, and reports indicate that night follows day and vice versa.
Okay, I give up. What's the BS part?
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:43:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Asked if Lott should be removed, Clinton said, "That's up to them, but I think they can't do it with a straight face." The former president then said, "He just embarrassed them by saying in Washington what they do on the back roads every day."
Okay, I give up. What's the BS part?
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:40:17 (EST)

My two cents are: In Georgia, Democratic incumbent Roy Barnes was defeated by the GOP's Sonny Perdue, who promised voters a referendum on whether to return the Confederate emblem to a position of prominence on the state flag. In South Carolina, some political analysts have said Republican Mark Sanford's defeat of Gov. Jim Hodges could be attributed in part to Hodges' decision to remove the Confederate flag from atop the state capitol.
Okay, I give up. What's the BS part?
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:35:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, I give up. What's the BS part?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:31:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, I give up. What's the BS part?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:26:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, I give up. What's the BS part?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:22:28 (EST)

My two cents are: NEW YORK (CNN) -- Former President Clinton says it is "pretty hypocritical" of Republicans to criticize incoming Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott for stating publicly what he said the GOP does "on the back roads every day." "How do they think they got a majority in the South anyway?" Clinton told CNN outside a business luncheon he was attending Wednesday. "I think what they are really upset about is that he made public their strategy." He added: "They try to suppress black voting, they ran on the Confederate flag in Georgia and South Carolina, and from top to bottom the Republicans supported it." Clinton's comments were strongly refuted by a Republican spokesman, who called on the former president to "check his facts." And Republican National Committee Chairman Marc Racicot told The Associated Press that Clinton's comments were "misleading" and "divisive rhetoric." "This is another tired example of Bill Clinton misrepresenting the facts and misleading the American people to gain political advantage," Racicot said to the AP.
more BS from the disgraced scumbag former traitor in chief
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:20:46 (EST)

My two cents are: A USED car? Pew!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:18:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Hi Glint, yup, small tank, but my longest daily commute is 5 miles. It snuggles the road. Anyway, it is a 2000 LS base. I picked it up for $18,000 out the door. Thought it was a good deal for a gas guzzler. Should be fun for a while. A bigger gas tank would be nice. Might get 240 miles a tank, if I'm lucky. Not as good as the benz, but this one drives like well formed butter. Best driving car I've had yet. Some fun.
Pete�
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:11:05 (EST)

My two cents are: The greatest thing about Glint is his rooting. Could have made cheerleader at Andover if they let pig farmers' sons in.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:04:59 (EST)

My two cents are: We have a surplus?
keep up the good work, Snip
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 12:02:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I know what the surplus is, but I'm not giving Spooge-Boy any more ammunition for blasting Democratic governors.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:56:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Anybody here know what the current federal surplus is?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:55:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Ah, the depressive cycle again. Glint's all jervous and nerky.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:53:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Here's a good old chestnut full of stoopid peepole. Most likely Democrats who would have voted for Gore if they could have either rolled out of bed or off the john.
Glint

The following are excerpted from actual letters received by our Welfare Department in applications for support.

1. I am forwarding my marriage certificate and 6 children. I had seven but one died which was baptised on a half sheet of paper.

2. I am writing the welfare department to say that my baby
was born two years old. When do I get my money?

3. Mrs. Jones has not had any clothes for two years and has
been visited regularly by the clergy.

4. I cannot get sick pay. I have six children can you tell me why?

5. I am glad to report that my husband who is missing is dead.

6. This is my eighth child. What are you going to do about it.

7. Please find for certain if my husband is dead. The man I
am now living with can't do anything until he knows.

8. I am very much annoyed to find out that you have branded
my son illiterate. This is a dirty lie as I was married a
week before he was born.

9. In answer to your letter, I have given birth to a son
weighing 10 lbs. I hope this is satisfactory.

10. I am forwarding my marriage certificate and my 3
children one of which is a mistake as you can see.

11. My husband got his project cut off about two weeks ago
and I haven't had any relief since.

12. Unless I get my husband's money pretty soon, I will be
forced to lead an immortal life.

13. You have my changed little boy to a girl, will this
make any difference?

14. I have no children yet, as my husband is a truck driver
and works night and day.

15. I want money as quick as I can get it. I have been in
bed with the doctor for two weeks and he doesn't do me any
good. If things don't improve, I will have to send for another doctor.

16. In accordance with your instructions, I have given
birth to twins in the enclosed envelope.

- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:51:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps, but acquittal is the mirror false accusers must look into for all eternity.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:48:21 (EST)

My two cents are: So, Glint, looks like you're a real GOP rooter. Rarely does one see a fan of an entire party who doesn't opine a rooting interest in a particular troglodyte.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:46:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Impeachment is forever.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:45:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Luckily there's no federal deficit or Snippy would catch Glint's wrath.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:44:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Just like his traveling buddy Davis. Two peas from the pod, people.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:42:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Gov. Paul E. Patton, DemocRAT. Figuresl. Fiscally irresponsible.
blister
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:38:26 (EST)

My two cents are: It's fun to see pundits like George Will feign outrage and incredulity at Lott's bigotry.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:36:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Your understanding matches mine. Why didn't Pete consult with us, or Glint, before jumping into this deal?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:20:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Ask something easier and you might get an answer, guy. Ask about pineapple varieties or California weather. Ask questions that somebody around here knows something about. If you want to know about Lincolns, check out the AARP car site.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:19:21 (EST)

My two cents are: I understand that the Lincoln uses heavy-duty lower control arms off the Ford tractor. Is this true? Is the 3.8 litre mill able to handle this? What is the effect on gas mileage? I understand that the sport model gets only 18 MPG, city.
Steamed
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:07:45 (EST)

My two cents are: The Lincoln is junk, Steamed. Get over it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:04:58 (EST)

My two cents are: I was led to expect expert automotive analysis on this site! Where in hell is it? All I see is sociology and musicology. I am interested in debating the merits of the new Lincoln sport model vis a vis the Olds three-holer. This is the first bum steer Google has ever given me.
Steamed and not Enjoying It
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:03:28 (EST)

My two cents are: I always figure any state, vacation destination, music, football team or food that Glint bad-mouths out of naked jealousy has got to be pretty damned good
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 11:01:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush doesn't need impeachment. His ratings are already as high as they can get, thanks to the devastation of the Tri-State Area.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:59:43 (EST)

My two cents are: What? They're letting dopers out of jail? Guys who have actually ingested forbidden drugs? Is this what it's come to? When is enough enough? When is it time to impeach?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:57:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, and it's a chill wind this time. We're fucked. At least Glint will be happy.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:56:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, sure, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and even Young were up there with the best-- sort of a cross between Guy Lombardo and the Lennon Sisters. But if you want musical, check out that guy who used to play Gomer Pyle, what's-his-name. That was a singer.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:55:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Last week the legislature in Michigan, faced with a budget deficit and prison overcrowding, voted to repeal the state's strict mandatory minimum sentencing laws for drug crimes which have led to even life sentences for possession of cocaine or heroin. John Engler, the departing Republican governor, is expected to sign the bill into law.
uh-huh
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:54:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Montana, Arkansas and Texas, along with Kentucky, have discovered loopholes that allow them to release convicted felons early, getting around the strict truth-in-sentencing laws and no parole policies passed in the 1990's that were supposed to prevent such releases.
more GOP law and order hypocrisy
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:53:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, the wind is picking up again in Cali! Is this the end? Batten down the hatches, mellow dudes.
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- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:52:41 (EST)

My two cents are: To cope, Iowa has laid off prison guards. Ohio and Illinois have closed prisons.
uh-huh
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:52:26 (EST)

My two cents are: They began walking out of the Fayette County Jail here this afternoon, the first of 567 Kentucky state prison inmates that Gov. Paul E. Patton abruptly ordered released this week in a step to reduce a $500 million budget deficit.
keep up the good work, Paul
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:51:21 (EST)

My two cents are: He wouldn't say that about Crosby, Stills, and Nash if he had ever heard Stills' rendition of "Lady of Spain" on the accordion. And how can you like a group without a set of coconuts on the drum kit?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:50:07 (EST)

My two cents are: In Oklahoma, Gov. Frank Keating, a conservative Republican who added 1,000 new inmates a year to the state's once small prison system, has asked the Pardon and Parole Board to find 1,000 nonviolent inmates to release early as a result of the state's budget crisis.
keep up the good work, Frank
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:49:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Srop, Glint! Stop showing off your knowledge of California, politics and music!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:08:35 (EST)

My two cents are: So, the anniversary of Clinton's surge in popularity must be next, huh?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:04:41 (EST)

My two cents are: California, like many U.S. states, is mired in a fiscal crisis due to the slack economy and weak stock market, which have dried up revenues flowing into state coffers.
Good going, Snippy
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:03:24 (EST)

My two cents are: What's the anniversary of his stunningly easy acquittal on the trumped up charges?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 10:02:34 (EST)

My two cents are: On this day in 1998, President Clinton was impeached by the House of Representatives for perjury and obstruction of justice.
Glory be to God on High!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 09:59:32 (EST)

My two cents are: CALI CASH CRISIS: Budget Shortfall Nears $35 Billion...developing...
Keep up the good work, Gray!!
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 09:30:27 (EST)

My two cents are: How absolutely wrong that one is. David Crosby is/was absolutely marvelous musically.
(01)
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 08:31:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Be that as it may, Crosby, Stills, and Nash really sucked. World's first and possibly worse Boy Band. God did they suck. Talk about accordions.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 03:04:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Even a gerbil wouldn't sink so low as Trent Lott, denying his basic principles and the principles of the GOP just for his legacy, which he hopes will be about surviving in the Senate as a 21st century bigot. There it is, in the flesh-- the basics of Republicanism have to be denied by the Republicans if they are going to survive as a political party and not just a super lobby. The poor bastards can't even admit they've been playing to the segregationist vote for the past 40 years, any more than they can admit that they're out to screw the little guy and puff up the fat cat. What a sick bunch.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 19, 2002 at 03:02:17 (EST)

My two cents are: I keep trying to tell you, this is a Republican administration. No balls for a real war. They just wag the dog, and then scamper off like gerbils.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 22:40:22 (EST)

My two cents are: What do you mean, they won't let us start wars? Didn't we say we'd cut them in on the oil? Didn't we tell Pootie-poot we won't squawk if he crushes the Chechnyans like gourds? These buttheads won't stay bought.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 22:38:48 (EST)

My two cents are: The frogs and the russkies won't let us start wars. I knew we should never have joined that UN.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 22:36:05 (EST)

My two cents are: We may have to start a war now just to change the subject from Republican Party racism.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 22:16:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Am I late for the debates?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 22:01:21 (EST)

My two cents are: A little car talk is always refreshing.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 20:33:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Frolicking?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 20:13:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, of course, we will all learn something by listening to these characters whenever they hook up. It's always the same thing to be learned, but it's always mildly entertaining.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 20:04:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Good ones. Leap-frog! That sure captures it! Leap-frog, NE! Can't you just picture it?
Anonymous.
Tiddleywinks, CA USA - Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:57:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Wherever the "hail" from, they both have good eyes for Detroit iron. I think everyone should pay attention to this vehicular discussion. We will all learn something.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:57:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:55:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, and Pete's just a schmoe from Silly Putty, Hawaii.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:54:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's just a yahoo from Leap-frog, Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:53:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, we all have to be concerned about mileage, what with the country still recovering from Cliton sleeping at the switch.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:52:34 (EST)

My two cents are: It's fun when Pete and Glint get together. I love to watch them frolic.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:52:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, the '65 Comet sucked gas. This baby gets 18.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:51:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, it was quite pathetic, wasn't it? Pete dipping in to open the debate and announce his latest clever move and Glint Googling make and model so he could cut and paste chunks of reviews. The faux concern about the mileage issue was just classic. geesh
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:50:14 (EST)

My two cents are: If you translate it into cubes, you'll realize that the '65 Comet had a bigger motor.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:49:13 (EST)

My two cents are: A 3.9 litre engine! That's pret' near a whole gallon of power!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:47:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Has the Lincoln moved up from being a Ford with more vinyl on the roof?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:46:42 (EST)

My two cents are: What a silly question, did you get the base, sport, or premium sedan? What would a slick haole get but the sport? With fender skirts and curb feelers and plastic seat-covers and a bar across the back seat to hang the shirts on so they don't get wrinkled on those long drives to the pineapple farm.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:45:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Are you calling Senator Lott a liar?
Harl
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:40:50 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't read them either.
Harl
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:39:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Come on, Harlan, give Trent some credit. He was just telling the coons what they wanted to hear.
Stanch Republican in North Miss.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:39:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Looks like the latest Dr. J parody tune was so excellent it was worth posting twice. It's really frustrating that normals aren't aloud to read it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:37:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Lots of action on this site today! Maybe Pete will come back and explain about how cutting taxes increases revenues. The only Republican Independent who still believes that, except for Bush Jr., who isn't the quickest duck on the pond.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:36:03 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree with Pete, oddly enough. Now that Trent Lott embraces liberal positions core social issues, the time has come for him to switch parties. We don't need his kind!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 19:20:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Check it at http://www.cnn.com/2002/ALLPOLITICS/12/18/clinton.lott/index.html
go bill go
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 18:53:40 (EST)

My two cents are: That fucking storm dumped about 6 inches of water in two and a half days, 13 inches up in the Santa Cruz mountains. A real gullywasher, as the say in Pickupstix, Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 18:29:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, look, it was wind, okay? That's all, wind. Strong wind, but not a hurricane, although it did come from the south which warmed things up pretty good. Nor was it a twister, as they say in Texas, or a tory-naydo, as they say in Nebraska. It was just wind. Wind and rain. No power for about 3 hours Saturday afternoon, not on this block. Plenty of juice a couple blocks away, but not here. Went out and got some extra batteries and some candles. Had the whole emergency light thing set up. Then the power came back up and all was well. Except for the little roof leak and the clogged downspout.
Pensioner
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 18:26:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Pretty clever parody on names of typical towns in Cali. Tiddleywink, eh? Almost sounds like a real place.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 17:48:29 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd read it, but the wind is starting to pick up. Tiddlywink, California? Now, THAT'S funny!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 16:18:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Recently a collection of Christmas carols on ancient stone tablets were found in the basement of an outhouse near Tiddleywink, California. Here we present the first one to be translated from its native tongue, Snowliquian:
Dr. J

OH JISM TREE!

Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
How sticky are your branches!
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
How cumly are your branches!
Your boughs are white in summer's clime
As though with snows of wintertime.
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
How drippy are your branches!

Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
What gooiness enthralls me?
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
Orgasmic bliss befalls me!
When whacking off at Christmastime
Your foam inspires my song and rhyme.
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
My pearly drops upon thee.

- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 16:10:53 (EST)

OH JISM TREE!

Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
How sticky are your branches!
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
How cumly are your branches!
Your boughs are white in summer's clime
As though with snows of wintertime.
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
How drippy are your branches!

Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
What gooiness enthralls me?
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
Orgasmic bliss befalls me!
When whacking off at Christmastime
Your foam inspires my song and rhyme.
Oh jism tree, Oh jism tree,
My pearly drops upon thee.

- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 16:10:41 (EST)

My two cents are: An 18 gallon tank is plenty big enough when you live in a theme park surrounded by water.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 16:02:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, please! Glint doesn't give a shit about Pete's silly car. He's just happy to have the crazy haole back. He needs to stroke the pineapple in case he wants to quit again in a fit of pique.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 15:59:56 (EST)

My two cents are: I for one am stunned to find out a big fat granny Lincoln doesn't get great mileage. My head is spinning.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 15:56:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, Pete, bad mileage. Piece of shit. Take it back. You should have asked Glint up front. Dumb fuck.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 15:54:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Mileage isn't great however, Pete. Well, maybe it is for a 3.9 l engine. But the fuel tank cap's just 18 gal. I prefer a more ample supply when it comes to fluids. (01)
Glint
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 15:48:51 (EST)

My two cents are: So, Pete says, "Just dropped my MBZ E320 and picked up a Lincoln LS V8." Then, Glint says, "The V-8 is a 3.9 l." Hard to keep up with such snappy repartee.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 15:38:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Wow, a Lincoln! Great car for fuddy-duddies. Power everything. $40,000 of road ark. Terrific if you like to drive without knowing you're driving.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 15:24:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Hint for granny: If you light the cigar you can burn off the stitches.
Handyman in Hackensack
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:55:55 (EST)

My two cents are: The Lincoln sounds great. The V-8 is a 3.9 l. What did you get, the base, sport, or premium sedan?
Glint
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:49:17 (EST)

My two cents are: It's tough hiding the cigar on account of all the stitches.
curiosity of a tampa granny
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:43:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Why is it whenever you inquire about the weather for Tiddleywink, California the report comes from a granny in Tampa who likes to play hide the cigar?
Glint
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:37:13 (EST)

My two cents are: As a long-time admirer of the people of Cali, I scoff at the notion of trying to dis them by rubbing the wind in their faces. The people of Cali will endure, and in the end they will triumph, no matter what nature throws in their way, no matter how Neptune and the Four Winds conspire to thwart them. Glint is a fool.
curious Tampa grandmother
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:22:08 (EST)

My two cents are: We laugh at the wind. Blow wind, crack your cheeks, we say. Although I am not looking forward to cleaning up all that glass. There's easy a whole week's worth of garbage service lying in shards, not counting the frame. Probably want to wear gloves.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:10:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Windy as hell where I was. Blew down a heavy double-glazed picture window I had leaning against the house, busted it all up. Blow down a dang lemon tree, but I pulled that back up and roped it. The great people of Cali can handle wind. We are prepared for wind, and go about our lives as if it were as calm as a lazy afternoon in Lackawanna. It takes a certain intestinal fortitude and sang-froid, for which the people of Cali are well-known.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:07:43 (EST)

My two cents are: You are what you drive, man.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:03:41 (EST)

My two cents are: I once had a 122S. How's that for a fancy car? Sold it to an Agentine doctor for $450.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:03:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Mt truck is a Z 2.4, but that's just the motor.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:02:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I've got four vehicles, but don't know any of the official numbers. Well, I do, the LS650. What if the others don't even have numbers? Shee-it, a klassy car should have numbers. Best is when there's a Z somewhere, too. How about license plate numbers? Do they count?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 14:00:58 (EST)

My two cents are: A term only found in Republican dictionaries.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 13:26:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Principled segregationist. Good one! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 13:18:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Boy, what an impressive bunch of letters and numbers. Especially from a guy who pretends to have taken apart a motor once.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 13:13:35 (EST)

My two cents are: OK, let the debate begin. Just dropped my MBZ E320 and picked up a Lincoln LS V8. Must say, it is impressive to drive. Fast. La did da ...
Pete�
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 13:06:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott may have been a segregationist, but at least he wasn't a principled segregationist. That pretty well sums up the defense he offered last night on Black Entertainment Television. In an effort to make amends for his pro-segregation comments of two weeks ago, he has essentially promised to endorse the whole liberal agenda on matters racial. "What about affirmative action?" BET host Ed Gordon asked Lott. "I'm for that," he said. "Across the board?" "Absolutely, across the board."
'Nuff said - Lott's gotta go!
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 13:02:27 (EST)

My two cents are: The top 12 U.S. bankruptcies, ranked by assets: � WorldCom Inc., July 21, 2002; $103.9 billion � Enron Corp., Dec. 2, 2001; $63.4 billion � Conseco Inc., Dec. 18, 2002; $52 billion � Texaco Inc., April 12, 1987; $35.9 billion � Financial Corp. of America, Sept. 9, 1988; $33.9 billion � Global Crossing Ltd., Jan. 28, 2002; $25.5 billion � UAL Corp., Dec. 9, 2002; $25.2 billion � Adelphia, June 25, 2002; $24.4 billion � Pacific Gas and Electric Co., April 6, 2001; $21.5 billion � MCorp., March 31, 1989; $20.2 billion � Kmart Corp. Jan. 22, 2002, $17.0 billion � NTL Inc., May 8, 2002, 16.8 billion
all under GOP administrations
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 13:01:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Soldiers say U.S. let Taliban general go; Troops blame faulty intelligence...
Snippy, asleep at the switch again
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:58:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Dear Sir; REQUEST FOR URGENT BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP. I solicit your utmost confidence in this transaction. It is confidential and "Top Secret". I represent officials of the Nigerian Federal Government Contract Review Panel (FGCRP) who are interested in investments, to buy and manage fish trawlers or go into crude oil exploration/marketing with Funds, which are presently trapped in Nigeria. In order to commence this Business we solicit your assistance to enable us transfer into your account the said trapped funds. The source of these funds is as follows: During past military regimes in Nigeria, government officials set up companies and awarded themselves Contracts which were grossly over-invoiced. The present Government set up a Contract Review Panel of which we are members. We have identified a lot of inflated contract funds, which are presently floating in the Apex Bank of Nigeria ready for payment. Unfortunately, as civil servants And members of this panel, we cannot acquire this money in our names. My colleagues of the panel to look for a foreign have mandated me partner into whose account we would transfer the sum of the USD$30M (Thirty Million United States Dollars). Hence, I write requesting your unreserved assistance. We plan to share the money with 30% going to the Account Owner, 60% for my partners and myself and the remaining 10% used in settling all expenses. If you accept this proposal, be kind enough to send to me by email 1. Your company's names, address, telephones and fax numbers 2. Your bank name, address, as well as your Bank account number. With this information, we are going to put in applications for the release of these funds into your account for us all. So far, much has been said, and due to our sensitive position we can not afford a slip in this transaction so contact me immediately through the above fax, telephone or email address for further information on the requirements and procedures for this transaction. Please treat with the strictest confidentiality and utmost urgency. Best regards. DR JERRY BABA...
...who prefers tubby stubbies to long necks
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:56:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Amazing how Glint can be so funny without pretending he's Glint. Faguar. Get it? What's castroborough?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:56:48 (EST)

My two cents are: A little cooler today than it has been. Highs for today in the 50s, down from the 60s. Dry. No wind. It was pretty windy Friday and Saturday nights. Lots of rain. Of course, California is a large state. I hear there were gusts up to 85 mph in Tahoe last week. Snow pack rising.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:54:39 (EST)

My two cents are: They should call rename it the Ford Faguar.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:52:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know about all this sill stuff about Trent Lott, but Ford's marketing of Jaguars to gays really drops my drawers! When I get off work I'm trading in my PROBE!
delighted "eccentric" bachelor uncle in castroborough
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:51:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Been a little breezy lately in Califor-nigh-yay lately?
Glint
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:40:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Betcha Trent knows where all the cum stains are buried!
nosey parsippany great aunt who prefers budweiser long necks to havanas
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:37:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Easy for a guy with a license to steal to be pragmatic.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:35:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Just got a call from the project manager who gave me my last great high flying fling outside the bub. Seems he's been laid off and was calling to invite me to his wake. Great guy, for a lawyer. Got tired of practicing law and wanted to get into technology. He now admits his mistake but is pretty pragmatic about it. "You can't just fire the clerks in the mail room every time you need to downsize," he told me.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:28:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe Glint could team up with doubt it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:28:21 (EST)

My two cents are: The video leak was probably done as a deflection by Trent's people.
curious Tampa Havana-stuffer
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:22:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's job has only gotten tougher with the final petulant departure of Pete and strange disappearance of the crynic. It's down to Glint and Harlan St. Wolf now. L.G. operates alone.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:19:34 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know. Rabbits can be pretty fierce. Just ask Jimmy Carter.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:18:23 (EST)

My two cents are: God, I love the way this page chokes on Glint's attempts to make it hilarious.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:13:45 (EST)

My two cents are: So what? Nobody has laid a glove on Little George since all those people got fired for being unpatriotic enough to notice that he ran like a rabbit on September 11.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:12:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Some lamer around here needs a video to know that Enron and Bush are the same thing?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 12:10:45 (EST)

My two cents are: What video? Am I in it? That was a long time ago. I don't even like c0ck any more.
Tampa Granny
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:57:46 (EST)

My two cents are: What video?
Tampa Granny
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:56:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Nah, the video is just symptomatic.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:55:47 (EST)

My two cents are: This video is the Enron smoking gun!
watch the jism hit the fan now!
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:52:20 (EST)

My two cents are: The question is: How good?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:50:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Enron's been "good to the Bush family?"
Dem's impeachable words!
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:50:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Enron's been "good to the Bush family?"
Dem's impeachable words!
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:48:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course Glint doesn't usually enjoy the saxaphone for some reason or other.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:42:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course Glint doesn't usually enjoy the saxaphone for some reason or other.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:42:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, Glint usually doesn't enjoy the clarinet for some reason.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:41:35 (EST)

My two cents are: He'll never make it in Nebraska if he doesn't have an accordion-- although making it sound like a harmonica may be too much to ask. As long as he has an accordion, and can play "Lady of Spain" on it, and he can play "Finiculee Finicula" on the soprano sax, making it sound like a clarinet, he'll be OK in Omaha.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:39:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, sure, that's easy for you to say. Maybe the kid doesn't even HAVE an accordion.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:36:13 (EST)

My two cents are: All's I can say is, it takes a hell of a musician to make a soprano sax sound like a clarinet. But the real test is, can he make an accordion sound like a harmonica?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:34:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Patience, grasshopper. patience.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:26:43 (EST)

My two cents are: HOUSTON -- Skits and jokes by a few former Enron Corp. executives at a party six years ago were funny then, but now border on bad taste in light of the events of the past year......President George W. Bush, who then was governor of Texas.....The governor's father also offered a send-off to Kinder, thanking him for helping his son reach the governor's mansion. "You have been fantastic to the Bush family," the elder Bush said. "I don't think anybody did more than you did to support George."
These are the legs we've all been waiting for???
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 11:17:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Ever wonder about the ultimate answer to life, the universe and everything? Before you can plumb such deep thoughts you need to know what the question is. In my new book you get both - the Q and the A. Place your order now: "Would you like to see my jism now?" by Dr. Max Jismo (author). Amazon.com sales ranking 11,784,291.
Dr. J
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 10:36:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Daughter's dating school's lead top jazz saxophone player. Not that I think much of saxophone players. One in particular has spoiled it for the rest. Still, he was pretty good last night. Came out playing bari, then tenor, and finally his newest - his soprano sax. Could make it sound just like a clarinet when he was playing something that sounded either like a Heberew song (Happy Yarmulka!) or something from a dance scene in the Godfather II. It's cool. He came home with her the other night and stepping down into the family room said, "How about that! My Father watches O'Reilly every night too!" I wonder if it's true or di #6 just tell him to say that? (01)
Glint
- Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 09:51:51 (EST)

My two cents are:

The choral holiday concert at the local high school was a real let down. Brenda was supposed to sing in the concert choir but was a now show. It must be that time of the month. - Wednesday, December 18, 2002 at 09:28:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Another GOP conversion. First Lott,now Rush.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 23:03:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Another GOP conversion. First Lott,now Rush.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 23:02:49 (EST)

My two cents are: what's that stain on your pants, Rush?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 21:34:53 (EST)

My two cents are: RUSH LIMBAUGH COMES FACE TO FACE WITH HILLARY CLINTON; SHOWDOWN IN BROOKLYN AT WEDDING; CONGRATULATES SENATOR ON HER 'DEDICATION TO PUBLIC SERVICE'; BOTH POSE FOR A PICTURE TOGETHER: HILLARY TELLS PALS, 'HE SAID HE REGRETS THINGS HE'S SAID ABOUT [DAUGHTER] CHELSEA'...
another republican wimps out
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 21:33:54 (EST)

My two cents are: RUSH LIMBAUGH COMES FACE TO FACE WITH HILLARY CLINTON... DEVELOPING...
what's that stain on your pants, Rush?
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:42:43 (EST)

My two cents are: They're making Senator Lott the scapegoat! I'm disgusted!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:41:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Get Trent, Barney!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:39:53 (EST)

My two cents are: LOTT VOWS TO FIGHT; WILL NOT STEP ASIDE.
go trent go
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:38:59 (EST)

My two cents are: And so begins the cover-up.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:38:08 (EST)

My two cents are: DAILY WHISPER The Lott buzz: Gone in days Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott, under pressure from colleagues and the White House to give up his post instead of face a January vote of confidence, may give in as soon as this weekend, predict key Senate Republican aides. In fact, they're already discussing Lott's post-majority-leader career, suggesting that he might be handed the chairmanship of a key committee for "doing the right thing," says one aide. As his comments at a birthday party for Sen. Strom Thurmond and his subsequent apologies continued to ripple through Washington yesterday, fellow Republican senators began adopting President Bush's position of nonsupport for Lott. That, say aides, is a clear signal that he has lost the confidence of his caucus. "All he has to do," says one, "is read the first sentence in the New York Times lead today to see it's over." That story begins: "Republicans with close ties to the Bush administration said today that Sen. Trent Lott had no chance of remaining majority leader and that the White House wanted him out." http://www.usnews.com/usnews/politics/whispers/whisphome.htm
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:25:19 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought all the plargiarism stopped after Pete tried to pass off the one about the pendulum as his own.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:23:00 (EST)

My two cents are: You stole all that from www.drudgereport.com. Plagiarizent!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:21:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Enron Videotape Surfaces, Borders On Bad Taste...
Geesh! No wonder Barney turned out bad. Look what they did to him!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:19:48 (EST)

My two cents are: At least 9 killed in California...
That Barney travels fast!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:18:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Who needs him? Barney can handle the job.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:16:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Infant pulled from playpen by dog...
Bad, Barney, bad!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:15:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Couple face jail after dogs found eaten alive by other dogs...
Sorry, Mr. president*, got to take you in. You two, Cow-face, I mean Laura.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:13:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Suspicious Substance Discovered At N.J. Reservoir...
Glint?
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:10:39 (EST)

My two cents are: What do you think of actor Alec Baldwin's proposal to put the new Yankee Stadium on ground zero?
that ought to keep the death toll down next time
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:09:18 (EST)

My two cents are: BUSH DOG BARNEY SCARES KIDS AT WHITE HOUSE...
Sic 'em, Barney! Get the little pickaninnies!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 20:02:13 (EST)

My two cents are: I resent Trent Lott for screwing up the plan to fool the darkies into thinking the GOP cares about them. Loose lips sink ship. I guess Trent never heard that before.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 19:13:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm disgusted with Trent Lott for letting that uppity fellow on Black Entertainment Television ask improper questions to a man of his rank. Let's dump Trent and get a real man in there!
Harl
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 18:55:30 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought it was Trent Lott who called a spade a spade.
confederacy of dunces
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 16:45:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I remember liberals. They're the ones who know how to balance the budget and turn a profit.
aide-memoire
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 16:41:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Who is this new head of the 911 commission? What do we know about him? I think the administration made a big mistake in not choosing Admiral Poinexter after Doctor Kissinger took a pass!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 16:24:20 (EST)

My two cents are: The whole dang DimboCRAP Party is full of people like that! Finally, someone has called a spade a spade. Makes me barf to think of them!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 16:07:28 (EST)

My two cents are: liberal adj 1: showing or characterized by broad-mindedness; "a broad political stance"; "generous and broad sympathies"; "a liberal newspaper"; "tolerant of his opponent's opinions" [syn: broad, tolerant] 2: having political or social views favoring reform and progress 3: tolerant of change; not bound by authoritarianism, orthodoxy, or tradition [ant: conservative] 4: given or giving freely; "was a big tipper"; "the bounteous goodness of God"; "bountiful compliments"; "a freehanded host"; "a handsome allowance"; "Saturday's child is loving and giving"; "a liberal backer of the arts"; "a munificent gift"; "her fond and openhanded grandfather" [syn: big, bighearted, bounteous, bountiful, freehanded, handsome, giving, openhanded] 5: not literal; "a loose interpretation of what she had been told"; "a free translation of the poem" [syn: free, loose] n 1: a person who favors a political philosophy of progress and reform and the protection of civil liberties [syn: progressive] [ant: conservative] 2: a person who favors an economic theory of laissez-faire and self-regulating markets
That's him! That's Gore to a "T"! You really nailed him!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 16:05:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Liberal. The man has become no better than a card-carrying liberal, if he was ever anything else.
'nuff said
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 16:01:01 (EST)

My two cents are: The only flaw in L.G.'s warning is that he totally misunderstands the risks. Sometimes a guy who ISN'T running can be a bigger threat than a guy who is. Gore is trying to position himself as the "junkyard dog" of the DimboCRAP party and take a bite out of everybody's pants! Have you seen this recent stuff of his about how the Washington Times is just a Moonie rag, and how everybody deserves the same health care, and how the administration is into voodoo economics that help them loot the treasury? The man is out of control!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 15:59:31 (EST)

My two cents are: We resent that.
self respecting girls of the world
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 15:21:24 (EST)

My two cents are: It's hard to just let Gore skate even though he SAYS he's not running. I take L.G.'s warning to heart. So, until I'm convinced, Gore is also a girl!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 15:00:04 (EST)

My two cents are: !!!
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- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:59:10 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm hoping to be in full frenzy by election day so I can punch that chad in rage! I don't care who the demonCRAPS run, they're all girls!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:57:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Girls. You mean we've got to demonize these girls better.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:51:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Kerry? I'm afraid of Loserman, even though he is more of a Republican than most Republicans. And then I'm afraid of Tom Daschole, and then Gephfart. And Edburger and that other guy, there are at least six of these evil ones running, not to mention Al Sharp Ton. There's a whole Woman's Softball Team going up aginst the Snipmeister. We have to get busy and demonize these guys a little better.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:50:45 (EST)

My two cents are: I think we need to forget about Vice President Gore and start aiming our anger and venom toward John Kerry. I'll start. John Kerry is a girl!
Harl
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:37:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Mora's brow couldn't have sed it plainer than the Hilltler.
(01)
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:36:55 (EST)

My two cents are: If that wasn't the kiss of death, nothing is. Going to Hawaii! Geesh!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:35:24 (EST)

My two cents are: MATTHEWS: Come January 6 - will you support him then?
CLINTON: You know, I'm going to Hawaii.
...and with that there was no longer any reason for Gore to wait until January to announce a decision., - Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:32:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Stunning!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:06:43 (EST)

My two cents are: "No. You know, Chris, I don't endorse in Democratic primaries."
What a viscious bitch!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 14:01:36 (EST)

My two cents are: "CLINTON: I'm a very good friend of Al Gore and Tipper Gore and I'm going to wait and see whether he decides to run. I think that has to be his decision. It's so personal and I'm going to support whoever the Democratic nominee is."
Gore must have felt THAT knife in the back!
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:59:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm certainly taken aback! I'm having trouble breathing. My head is spinning! I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I'm discombobulated!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:58:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm stunned and shocked. I'm also quite stung that Glint is calling me a female. Stop, Glint! It hurts. I'm not a girl and I hate girls as much as you do.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:51:45 (EST)

My two cents are: You're right about that story! Hillary really dealt the Gore non-campaign a "devastating blow" all right. That sure was a "stunning announcement" all right, even though it wasn't an announcement, just a polite refusal to support a rival's candidacy. But it sure was stunning. And to think that the mainstream press "all but ignored" it! And I can't believe, simply can't BELIEVE, the "most bizarre exchange of the evening" where she didn't endorse" Gore FIVE TIMES!!!! Geesh! Where doesn Glint dig up these amazing tales?!
.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:49:15 (EST)

My two cents are: What an amazing story! Is this man bites dog or what? I've never been so flabbergasted to read that someone who is considering running for president wouldn't endorse somebody else's running! Amazing! Wow, Glint must be the one who dug out THAT incredible story! Hillary Clinton won't commit to supporting Gore from the getgo! Knock me over with a feather!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:43:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Before Democratic Party presidential front-runner Al Gore abruptly dropped out of the 2004 race on Sunday, the most celebrated elected Democrat in the country dealt his campaign for the nomination a devastating blow. In a stunning announcement that was all but ignored by the mainstream press, New York Sen. Hillary Clinton withdrew her presumed support of Gore during a Nov. 20 seminar at the State University of New York at Albany that was part of MSNBC's "Hardball" college tour. In the most bizarre exchange of the evening, "Hardball" host Chris Matthews pressed Clinton on when she planned to formally announce her Gore endorsement. But the top Democrat passed up no fewer than five opportunities to offer her support for her husband's VP....

MATTHEWS: If former Vice President Al Gore seeks the 
Democratic nomination and announces it this coming January 
as he said he will make an announcement one way or the 
other, will you support his candidacy? 

CLINTON: I'm a very good friend of Al Gore and Tipper Gore 
and I'm going to wait and see whether he decides to run. I 
think that has to be his decision. It's so personal and I'm 
going to support whoever the Democratic nominee is. 

MATTHEWS: If I had a really, really good friend - as you've 
described Al Gore to me - a really, really good friend, and 
he was telling me I think I'm going to run for president. 
I'll announce in January. ... 

CLINTON: He hasn't said that to me. 

MATTHEWS: But if he did announce, I'd say "I'm with you" 
beforehand. I wouldn't wait and say, "Well, if you run I'll 
be with you." You'll say, "I'm with you, buddy, all the 
way." What have you said to him? 

CLINTON: He hasn't talked to me about it ... 

MATTHEWS: ... OK. Come January 6 or so, when I think he's 
going to make his announcement - will you support him then? 

CLINTON: You know, I'm going to Hawaii. 

MATTHEWS: But you will - as he will make a decision - you 
will make a decision whether to endorse him at that point. 

CLINTON: No. You know, Chris, I don't endorse in Democratic 
primaries. (end of excerpt) 

When asked whether she'd wait till the 2004 convention to 
offer her endorsement, Clinton said, "No, I think we'll 
have our nominee by March [2004]."

- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:11:17 (EST)

My two cents are:

Take that Liberal scum!

- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 13:02:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Whatever you girls say.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:58:38 (EST)

My two cents are: God, I hate Gore! I'm glad he's not running for re-election!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:36:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Gore's not gone, L.G., you sly devil. Just not running for President. Figures winning one time was enough. Leave the field open for guys and gals who havn't had the experience. And why bother? The supreme court will be even more Snippista in '04.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:28:01 (EST)

My two cents are: It's the inside scoop, the real deal, about Glint's workplace. You wouldn't understand. Ask Old Bruce Fisher from back in the LT.com days.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:27:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Can anyone explain the "not the ass-chewer... stood idly by" post in a sentence or two? It intrigues me. Might be the key to this whole page.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:22:58 (EST)

My two cents are: You ought to see Glint's collection of tie clips.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:21:55 (EST)

My two cents are: L.G. is sharpening his material. Thursday is Open Mike Night at the Comedy Barn out there on Rural Road 53. Good luck, Little Guy!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:20:19 (EST)

My two cents are: 20-inch rims? Could he afford them after the genuine poly fuzzy dice with the Playboy rabbit logo??
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:19:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's the type of yahoo who would put 20" wheel rims on a Honda Accord.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:13:23 (EST)

My two cents are: What with Trent Lott apologizing every five minutes and promising to change his voting patterns, it's getting hard to tell if the Democrats want him to stay on more than the Republicans want him to disappear, dontcha know.
L.G.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 12:10:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Nah, Glint. It's just trashy, that's all. Which is why you do it I suppose.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 11:58:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Old Bruce Fisher must be on this board. Haven't heard so much girly whining about artistic HTML customization since the LT.com days.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 11:21:05 (EST)

My two cents are:

Confirmed that the Veeep's going away. Not the ass chewer outer but that which delivered one for said chewing and stood idly by. (01) - Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 11:15:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Day after day they rush madly about. Who, holiday shoppers? No, Democrats jockeying to fill the "Gore 2004 Vacancy." But how do they know he's really gone?
L.G.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 08:18:03 (EST)

My two cents are: It's irritating. The hanging, pauses, the farts and the moans it goes through as a victim of Glint's need to post sound loops and pictures that he thinks me be worth a thousand of his poor words. Site is better now that the troglodytes have been beaten down do jellied residue on the footpaths, but still, Glint has managed to leave it irritating. Suppose the poor bastard needs some sort of triumph, though, however stillborn.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 17, 2002 at 00:10:15 (EST)

My two cents are: This page isn't what it used to be. Better in a number of ways.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 21:50:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Faux Glint. Definitely.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 20:27:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Oui. Pour quoi pas?
Gerund Descending a Staircase
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 20:22:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Ah! D�coupage et d�placement, bon.
M yo mamma
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 18:29:18 (EST)

My two cents are: That's what segregation is all about. Protecting against negro semen. I suppose Glint is too much the mainstream guy now to admit it. But back in Nebra things were different. Back in Nebra a man could be easy with his beliefs, like Al Gore.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 14:23:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 12:35:39 (EST)

My two cents are: He's one cautious Cornholer.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:53:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint's biding his time, waiting for any signs of semen, before he acknowledges anything about Lott-gate.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:39:43 (EST)

My two cents are: This whole administration has turned into a bunch of Jacksons if you ask me. All this knee-jerking makes me wonder if there's room under the Big Tent for proud Dixiecrats anymore. Of course, it's all about trying to woo the darkies. But, if you lose the racists, it's all to no avail. Bush has a real tightrope to walk here. I hope he can finesse the scam, but I doubt it.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:38:15 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd be hooting, but I'm using up all my political brain-power trying to figure out why anyone would think that Trent Lott is a racist.
Glint
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:25:11 (EST)

My two cents are: What th...? Where's all the hooting about Al Gore? The Evil One?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:15:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Dude. Less air, dude. "Je n'ai pas besoin de manger de l'air."
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:13:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, yeah, but do I care if it's less pierced by holes? How does it taste?
Frogger
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:11:50 (EST)

My two cents are: UN BICENTENAIRE QUI A DE L'AVENIR Le Morbier a plus de 2 si�cles. Les plus anciens documents retrouv�s l'�voquent ainsi : � 1795 : Le Maire de Morbier, dans une lettre, parle de la fabrication de "fromages gras" de 8 � 10 kg appel�s "Petit Morbier". � 1799 : "...� la Chapelle-des-Bois, sur le Mont Risoux, des fromages sont faits � la fa�on des gruy�res, mais le r�sultat est une p�te plus grasse, moins perc�e de trous que le gruy�re et un peu persill�e par raies ..." Lettre de DROZ � PARMENTIER sur la fabrication des fromages dans le Doubs et le Jura. Mais il y a vraisemblablement plus de 250 ans que, dans les fermes et les fruiti�res * du Doubs et du Jura, se fabrique, selon les r�gles de l'Art, ce produit du terroir caract�ris� par sa ligne cendr�e.
M. Defarge
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 08:11:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 08:06:41 (EST)

My two cents are: That Rove fella is Reaganesque in his inability to open his mouth without lying.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 02:28:45 (EST)

My two cents are: "Good policy makes good politics," Rove said.
Belly-laugh of the Week
- Monday, December 16, 2002 at 02:26:49 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/metropolitan/1702214
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 22:41:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush is a dork.
'nuff said
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 22:13:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 20:52:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 20:45:45 (EST)

My two cents are: There you go again, underestimating George Bush Jr. Just because he's a moronic little twirp, you think he can't land on his feet? This guy has something better than intelligence, energy, or stature, and that's luck. Sheeit, he was only in office less than a dang year and the Moslems blew up the Tri-state area. All he had to do was run like a rabbit, and then come out of his hole and grab the camera from Hillary and Rudy and it was a skate to the top of the pile. With these new guys at Treasury and the SEC and in the White House, along with some hefty tax cuts on rich guys to give the economy a kick in the ass, and the bandy-legged little guy will be unstoppable.
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- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 20:44:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 20:09:35 (EST)

My two cents are: "do you really think that Bush is "orchestrating" the painting of the GOP with the race issue " It was already painted with the race issue. This way Bush can play it to work for his benefit. Let's face it the GOP got 9% of the vote in the Presidential election, this is a no lose ploy for Bush.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 18:37:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Morbier?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 18:37:34 (EST)

My two cents are: How can a reichwinger like Glorp can voice the divine words of Strangelove on this here site, and not notice the irony? Oh god, oh god, oh god.
terrry southern
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 17:33:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, really, there are those here what knows "laughing stock" from "laughing stalk" and use it anyhow, and those of them what don't, and use it anyhow therefore. Same thing about crabs and crabcakes, Stilton and Morbier, accents acute and ague. Agreed?
Captain Correction
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 17:30:06 (EST)

My two cents are: That's hte trouble with you liberals-- you always outsmart yourself. You are traitors and the enemy of America and should be made to sit in "ol' sparky." Sing Kumbaya while you fry, moron. You wouldn't know a laughing stalk if it came up and tapped you on the shoulder.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 16:34:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 16:19:44 (EST)

My two cents are: OK, boss - you're right, it's me who's confused. Me and my "liebral" mind. I don't even know what that means. But I think you were trying to call me a liberal. What about my message indicated any liberal bent? The fact that I took issue with rascism? Is that really a "liberal" issue? And I didn't say that Bush or Rove shacked up with Joplin, or knew her. And yet again, you referred to a "laughing stalk." Unless you are referring to what may or may not be between your legs, I believe the correct term is "laughing stock."
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:58:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:50:05 (EST)

My two cents are: What a confused yahoo. It wasn't George Bush who shacked up with Joplin, in Texas or not. There is no evidence that Rove did, either, or even that he knew her. You are making a laughing stalk of the liebral mind with your pratings. Go sing Kumbaya somewhere, moron.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:46:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:45:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:40:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:06:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Are you ignorant "troglodytes" really as racist as you sound, or are you just using ad hominem racial insults in order to cover the gaping holes in your reason (and probably your teeth too)? Do you really think that Bush is "orchestrating" the painting of the GOP with the race issue - an issue it was beating for a while by focusing the press on the Great Oz (the "war on terrorism")? What a bunch of lemmings! Rove is a fat four-eyed ninny who gets his kicks out of pretending he is an evil genius, putting one over on the American people. But he is definitely a step above you guys. It's "laughing stock" not laughing-stalk, you jerk-off. And Janis Joplin was more of a Texan than Yankee George W. You forget that he's really a Connecticut sissy dressed up in his dude ranchin' clothes. I don't think that Bennett and Joplin shacked up - at that point in history I believe his main occupation was giving Trent Lott and the rest of his male cheerleader friends the reach around.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 15:03:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 14:48:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete speaks as if he were Bush himself. Good job Pete. That's the way Rove sees it. LOTT LET CLINTON SKATE. No friends a the top with that. Lott was against the tax cut. Another no-no. Lott's on Rove's S list.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 13:03:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Lott will step down or resign. Bush has been orchestrating this all along. He doesn't want Lott. And he's playing the race card by using this against Lott to win votes. That Rove is a master.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 12:59:29 (EST)

My two cents are: It's the drugs that trouble me. How dare he drop LSD with that bitch!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 11:14:14 (EST)

My two cents are: A hypocritical troglodyte with no taste. No self-respect. To have sex in front of the camera with a dumpy chick like that-- what could the man have been thinking? An episode best forgotten if the Republican Party is ever going to be anything more than a laughing stalk.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 10:58:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Who cares how long ago it was? Who cares if she was dead or not? Bennett is just another hypocritical troglodyte.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 10:34:47 (EST)

My two cents are: The deal about Bennet and Joplin. Was it within the last 30 or so years? Is it a necro thing? (01)
Glint
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 10:30:21 (EST)

My two cents are: It was only a one-nighter with Dr. Bennett and Ms. Joplin. At least that's my understanding.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 15, 2002 at 01:53:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Given the choice between "shacking up" with Janis Joplin and fighting for freedom in Viet Nam or Iraq, I don't know which I'd choose. Maybe it's just as well that my high lottery number robbed me of the decision of whether to to serve or serve.
Would of Went
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 23:31:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Bill Bennet shacked up with Joplin? The half-Negress? Turns my stomach just to think about it! On the other hand, I suppose he was "wearing sheep's clothing", adopting a "counter-cultural" stance, in order to save himself from military service so that he could survive to be the exemplar of Republican virtue that he is today.
Harry Hilts
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 23:27:25 (EST)

My two cents are: What could be moronic about a place where you can find out that cutting taxes puts more money in the coffers of the welfare state and is good for the economy besides? Or where you can learn that only a haole can understand racism? Or where you can learn that Woodrow Wilson started World War I? Or where you can turn over a rock and discover a guy who says that calling a woman a cunt is a short-term romance strategy? Or where you can find that a pendulum shifts and there is no shade on Kilimanjaro? Shee-it, you're going to have to look a little harder if you want to find moronic, fat boy.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 17:19:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Brother, forget I ever missed the place. Moronic.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 16:38:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Bennett I'm not so sure about. He shacked up with Janis Joplin and she was a lesbianic half-Negress, if I'm not mistaken.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:54:10 (EST)

My two cents are: He traded Sammy Sosa for nothing, didn't he? Talk about gravitas!
Harl
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:52:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Wrong! No way is the President a nigger lover!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:51:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Knee-jerk nigger lovers, if you ask me.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:50:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Bennett and Bush are just a couple of Jackson, if you ask me.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:49:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Although, with Bennett and Snippy huffing and puffing like they give a rat's ass, maybe the Dumbdependents will still give their endorsement to the Supreme Court election committee.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:48:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Why don't we just call them the retarded independents? After all, they're likely get turned off and shift back to the enemy party of traitors, socialists and liars again unless the GOP pretends not to be racist. Lott is a small price to pay. Too bad they couldn't have kept the okie negro around until this shitstorm passes. The retarded independents would be completely confused if that Watts dude didn't have to go get a real job to support his bastard pickaninnies. Is it too late to trot out Clarence Thomas? A couple photo ops of him and Lott grooving to the Neville Brothers and trading some skin might just be the cover that's needed for this crisis.
Gullible Independent
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 15:45:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Brilliant, Pete, brilliant. The part about the swing independents, that is.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 14:53:20 (EST)

My two cents are: I personally think that dudes like Trent Lott and that Bug exterminator from Tejas are two of the Rpublicans' biggest liabilities. They had a chance with that Okie dude Watts but blew it. Bush at the top is strong but allowing the liar party even one toe hold into the door to driticism is way too much. Lott has always been on the fringe of two facedness. He let Cliton skate, as good ole boys do. Repubs better watch out or the swing independents will get turned off and shift back to the enemy party of traitors, socialists and liars again.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 13:14:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Plenty of room for segregationists under the big tent. Republican negroes in particular welcome them. The negro appreciates a party that encompasses such a wide variety of political views. If Trent had said two months ago that things would be better if Jim Crow were still alive, the GOP would probably have picked up twenty or thirty seats in the House and five more senators. Well, there's always 2004.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:58:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Agreed. Poor guy. It's as if he thinks that Trent Lott can't shoot off his feet all by himself. Thinks he needs the liberals. Shee-it, about the only one who defended the idiot all week was Tom Daschle. That was until Tom Jeffords jumped in and allowed as how ol' Trent was OK. There may be some dumb liberals, Glurt, but very few dumb enough to want Trent Lott to resign as majority leader.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:51:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Speaking of political philosophers, this character Glint isn't really the sharpest knife in the drawer, is he?
curious Tampa grandmother
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:47:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott has mulled over history, and recognized that Abraham Lincoln was the first Liberal and all evils can be traced to him. The wrong side won the Civil War, and Strom Thurmond is the direct political descendant of America's greatest political philosopher, Jefferson Davis. A lot of folks think that this shows Trent Lott is insane. But in reality it shows that Trent Lott is Republican.
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- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:45:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, Glint should have heightened perception. He's still on a high because of watching Hannity & Colmes for the first time since the election.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:41:40 (EST)

My two cents are: You know, I think Glint's idea that Trent doesn't have a bigoted bone in his body, but was just trying to make a sweet 100-year-old man feel good, is spot-on. As a matter of fact, it's exactly how Trent Lott himself says it was. I wonder how many other Americans are independently arriving at Trent's expressed view of the matter? Is Glint the only one with that quality of insight?
.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:40:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah. He makes it seems as if Republicans say nasty things about the Negro when they're in the locker room at the country club. Republicans don't do that, do they?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:36:55 (EST)

My two cents are: You do sort of have to wonder what species of shit Trent Lott has for brains. Why didn't he just come out for burning Protestants at the stake?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:34:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Especially when the 100-year-old man's great glory was to run for president on a bigotry platform. You can't make the old guy happy by saying that he was right and all our troubles came from letting the nigras from drinking at the white fountain? Seems like the sort of fella the Republicans want fronting for them in the senate. That's probably why George gave him such a ringing endorsement. Poor Glint. Out of the loop again.
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- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 11:31:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Watched Hannity & Colmes for the first time since the election. Quite a guest cast including Ann Coulter, Laura Ingraham, Al Sharpton, and Pat Buchanan among others. <> Looks like the Liberals are trying to give Trent Lott a good old fashioned lynchin'. Pretty silly, all that over a birthday party for a 100 year old man. Sort of takes the fun out of partying. But that's the Liberals for you.
Glint
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 01:47:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Hard to believe that any days when Pete� was around were good ole days. Does shit-for-brains have corroborating evidence?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 01:03:12 (EST)

My two cents are: How can you say htat, when the stinkiest turd in the pile, ol' Pete�, is right htere whining?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 01:00:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Whatever happened to the good ole days? The ones when Ho-hum, dog, glint, Teresa and all teh others were on here regularly. It really highlights the point hat you enver know what you ahve until it is all gone. Now it seems forever. RIP. Aloha.
Pete�
- Saturday, December 14, 2002 at 00:51:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 21:16:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Does anyone think it's interesting that the two most powerful Republicans in office - the President and the Senat Majority Leader - men who are explicitly promoting war on Iraq and discounting the importance of a "small number" of possible American casualties in the conflict - are both former college CHEERLEADERS neither of whom served active duty in the military? George W. Bush served in the National Guard to avoid the draft. At least George H.W. Bush was the captain of the baseball team and a war hero. Makes it seem like maybe the present republican leadership is proposing pr-emptive attack in order to correct some complex they each have about their manhood....
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 21:09:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Makes you wonder why the fat little schmuck thought he could get away with it last week.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 19:22:33 (EST)

My two cents are: By Ron Fournier AP White House Correspondent Friday, December 13, 2002; 5:30 PM WASHINGTON �� Former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger stepped down Friday as chairman of a panel investigating the Sept. 11 attacks, citing controversy over potential conflicts of interest with his private-sector clients. "It is clear that, although specific potential conflicts can be resolved in this manner, the controversy would quickly move to the consulting firm I have built and own," Kissinger wrote in a letter to President Bush, who appointed him. "I have, therefore, concluded that I cannot accept the responsibility you proposed." � 2002 The Associated Press
Henry the K. wisely sidesteps another criminal indictment
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 18:52:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Avalanche time. I can always tell when they're coming by the twitching in my wooden leg.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 18:21:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm curious to know, are you another poor troglodyte flusterated by the truth, or are you a normal person just yukking it up?
curious Tampa grandmother
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 18:17:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Granny, why don't you take a Havana and shove it where the sun don't shine down there in Tampa?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 18:00:42 (EST)

My two cents are: OK, we got the lower taxes. When is the higher revenue coming? Or are we still waiting for the higher revenue that was supposed to come from the Reagan cuts? Does it come after the higher revenue and strong economy that resulted from the Clinton tax increase and the increase that Congress forced on Bush I, the Read My Lips increase?
curious Tampa grandmother
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:47:01 (EST)

My two cents are: You know as well as I do that Pete's discovery of the fact that lower taxes mean more revenues tipped the election just enough so it fell into the Supreme Court's self-appointed area of influence. You might say that we owe smoking bin Laden out of his hole to Pete just as much as we owe it to Anton Scalia.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:43:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Do you think Poindexter will keep both posts outlining Pete's tax theory, the one from two years ago and today's encore? Will he keep the one from the freep? Will he record all the times Hannity stole it and pretended it was his own idea?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:40:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh! An avalanche!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:37:11 (EST)

My two cents are: He would have updated it, but he can't stomach reading his stuff any more than anyone else can.
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- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:36:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Why does Pete's tax analysis post say that "our surplus is a direct result of what the government COLLECTS from taxable revenues?" What surplus is he talking about? Does he know that the Clinton surplus melted away when the Republicans looted the treasury?
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- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:35:26 (EST)

My two cents are: And as for the Coulter Urine Post, I have only this to say: GOD-DAMN that Leslie Stahl!
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- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:33:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree, Glurp. Pete's post about the taxes, why, I think he should tone that up a little bit and make it into an Open Letter. With a little luck, he might get it published on the freep!
Onward and Upward
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 16:31:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Intelligent Black Man
oxymoron
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 15:09:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Intelligent Black Man
oxymoron
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 15:09:12 (EST)

My two cents are: One true Pete post is worth 1,000 cowardly anon postings. At least that's the avalanch that always follows in its wake.
Glint
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 14:22:49 (EST)

My two cents are:

CBS Could Show Augusta How To Really Discriminate December 11, 2002 THE NEW YORK TIMES is in such a lather about Augusta National Golf Club's ban on women members, it has briefly interrupted news coverage of "The Sopranos" to write about it. The alleged outrage over Augusta is not a naturally occurring phenomenon that is simply being reported on by the media. It's a synthetic scandal cooked up in The New York Times' PC laboratory. One of the best female golfers in the world, Nancy Lopez of the World Golf Hall of Fame, has said she has no problem with Augusta's policy. But scribblers at the Times have flogged Augusta so relentlessly, it almost seems as if normal people are up in arms over a golf club's "no girls" policy. First of all, anyone who compares the plight of women to the plight of blacks is a racist. Only the bizarre anti-sexual psychology of liberals could fail to grasp the insanity of treating gender like race. Women do not form a separate society that must be integrated into a nation of men. Men and women are ineluctably bound to one another. They are also utterly different. Phyllis Schlafly's point that no one wants to end the tradition of separate bathrooms for men and women is so fundamentally true that there is nothing else to be said. (Except in France, where the practice is common.) But it is really more than the public should have to bear to watch the last bulwark of legal discrimination in America fume about the membership policies of a private club. The media won't hire half of America: Republicans. Stunningly, there is not a single person in any half-important job in the mainstream media who might have voted for Ronald Reagan. That can't be easy. There aren't that many people in the country who didn't vote for Reagan. In 1984, he won the largest electoral landslide in history. Fittingly, so far the only member to resign from Augusta to protest the exclusion of women is Thomas Wyman, the former chairman of CBS News -- specializing in intolerance for half a century. Wyman was never disturbed by the blatant discrimination at CBS. He proudly presided over a club where membership ran the gamut from Walter Cronkite to Dan Rather. Indeed, CBS was so discriminatory and hateful toward Republicans there's even a book about it: "Bias" by former CBS star-reporter Bernard Goldberg. While privileged enforcers of the ideological Jim Crow system like Wyman received million-dollar bonuses, talented young journalists were excluded from Wyman's elite club. Aspiring newsmen who happened to be Republicans had to find work elsewhere or get used to fourth-floor walk-ups and peanut butter for dinner. Dreams were dashed and careers ended. Hearing Wyman complain about discrimination is like listening to Bob Guccione complain about the bawdy language on prime-time TV. If he hadn't resigned in a snit, Wyman probably could have taught Augusta a few tricks of the trade from the most discriminatory industry in the nation. Frankly, Augusta has been going about this in entirely the wrong way. Point One: Simply deny that Augusta excludes women. Try something like: "Augusta is not exclusive. It's humanitarian." This is how CBS' Walter Cronkite explained the employment of only liberals in the mainstream media: It's not "liberal, it's humanitarian." Or how about: "We don't exclude women. I have always believed that if you get women out of the way, then decent, reasonable golfers can play." Don Hewitt, executive producer of CBS' "60 Minutes" said: "I'm not liberal. ... I have always believed that if you get the NRA out of the way, decent, reasonable Americans would figure out a way to respect the Second Amendment." Point Two: Claim that both men and women think they are excluded from Augusta. Cite ludicrous "studies" proving it. As Lesley Stahl said of the liberal media: "Everybody complains about us, right wing, left wing, Democrats, Republicans. They all pound on us. They all think we're unfair to them." She said "this big huge study" had concluded that "the mainline media is sucked in by the right-wing conspiratorialists." Point Three: Do not merely exclude women. Denounce them. Call women's golfing abilities "amateurish and inept" -- as CBS' Bryant Gumbel called Bush's Middle East policy. Say women golfers are "an oxymoron" -- as Gumbel said of "Texas justice." Point Four: While openly excluding women, make a big ruckus about any discrimination based on minor, inconsequential differences among men. Commission studies to determine if tall men are getting as much tee time as short men. The glossy magazines won't allow a single Republican to write for them. But they are consumed with grief that not enough models of color have appeared on their covers. Point Five: Patronizingly instruct women to stop whining and go start their own golf course. Then if they do, viciously ridicule it. This is what media elites told conservatives for years. We finally got Fox News, and now they savagely attack it. This is how an entire industry serving the public interest explains its own continuous and ongoing discrimination against half the country. Poor little Augusta just wants to exclude girls from a golf club. - Friday, December 13, 2002 at 13:14:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Glad to oblige, cowardly anon. (00) A tax cut does not mean that less money will be collected. In addition to spurring the capital sector and providing opportunities for business and private citizens, a tax cut results in more taxable transactions. Our surplus is a direct result of what the government COLLECTS from taxable revenues. When the economy is strong and growing, there are more revenues to tax and therefore collect. A tax cut does not mean that revenues will decrease proportionatly. Unless the money is put in a hole in the ground, that non-taxed money goes to work for all Americans. Gore and his lying ilk try to scare people into thinking we are squandering prosperity, He will throw out some numebr like $641 Billion will be squandered in a tax cut for the "wealthy." Now aside from the eroneous premises, class envy and politics of division againt the most productive segment of our society, the truth is that money does not disappear. That $641 Billion (or any number) is invested, loaned, saved or otherwise put back into circulation where it is immediately TAXED. It does not matter which segment of society has that money because it works for all Americans. The available revenues from the retax of those monies, which are used for investment and otehr business or personal reasons, result in more actual collections. While this may not initially equal the amount of the taxes cut, the fact is the infrastructure in in place to continue yearly revenue enhancement and collections. The opposite is a socialistic constriction. Even with Bush's tax cut, we can continue to pay down the debt and contribute to social security Let's not mince words here. This is all about more government and taxation (which is socialism) versus less government and more private control of capital (which is capitalim). With appropriate minimal safety nets in place already, we can focus on the huge consumer debt, zero savings rate and one paycheck away families. The government cannot solve these issues, only money circulating in the private sector can. We cannot surrender to global capital, we must allow our own people to keep money onshore (where they will move offshore with bigger taxes) and to help retool and revitalize America for the long run. The time is now. It is a fundamental battle for capitalism versus socialism. The eneny of America is within the opposition. It is time to root out the lies, corruption and self destruction on their horizon. It is time to declare war on the lies of the socialists. Good luck. Go GWB.
Pete�
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 13:05:10 (EST)

My two cents are: 2,587,320 if you go by the audio version.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 12:31:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Even if he was graceful, there are 1,524 winners ahead of Algore on Amazon.com.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 11:50:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Peg was right. Bush is Trumanesque, except for his core values, character, politics, courage, knowledge, honesty, intelligence, experience, and ability to win a presidential election. And also assuming that Truman had bandy legs, which the history books don't tell.
Satisfied Republican
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 11:38:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Graceful winner? Yes, Al Gore is graceful, for a big guy with straight legs.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 11:34:46 (EST)

My two cents are: I wouldn't be more flummoxed were I to learn that there are draft dodgers hiding in the GOP. We have to clean out these parasites who flout basic party principles while still availing themselves of the prosperity that Republicanism trickles down on them.
Disturbed Lifelong Republican
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:49:44 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm still stunned to learn that anyone in the Republican Party is an unrepentant southern racist still pining for the Jim Crow days. What next? Will we find that there are Republicans who believe that rich people deserve government handouts but poor people don't?
Shot, Stunned, and Disoriented
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:46:02 (EST)

My two cents are: I demand that Trent Lott hold a press conference and say that he supports integration!
Intelligent Black Man
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:41:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Dang, they're going to get rid of the strangely nauseating Trent Lott and put in a guy with normal hair who seems human. What a pisser.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:40:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Even an honest DimboCRAP, if such a thing existed, would admit that it was for the best, that the end justified the means. If the election had proceded without the fortuitious although illegal intervention of a corrupt Supreme Court, we would have ended up with a President, and not a Trumanesque bandy-legged little guy who could have galvanized the country by allowing defiantly as how we would smoke 'em out of their holes. Can you imagine how we would be drifting if nobody had said we'd get 'em dead or alive, the Evil Ones? No, Al Gore should shuffle off into history on his unbandy legs and leave it to the defiant little character who, when we were all shot, reassured us all by coming out of his own hole in Omaha to smoke the Evil One out of his hole over there in gookland.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:38:32 (EST)

My two cents are: It's very important to keep up with what Al Gore is or is not planning. This man beat George Bush in the election, after all, and it's best to keep an eye on him.
Right Wing Conspiracy
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:22:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Hyuk, 9:54, I heered them foreigners put the day before the month same as they eat their Jell-O ring first and and hold the fork in the left hand. It a "topsy turvy" world over there you can bet on it.
Cornholer Fan
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 10:20:29 (EST)

My two cents are: No, it looks like the "referendum" from book sales is finally sinking into the grain.
Glint
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:54:13 (EST)

My two cents are: 13/12/2002? 13 months is a year?
doubt it
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:54:11 (EST)

My two cents are: It would be even better if NO demonCRAP would ever run again!
Cornholer fan
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:52:34 (EST)

My two cents are: That's what I call a graceful winner!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:51:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Gore ready to abandon his White House dream By Toby Harnden in Washington (Filed: 13/12/2002) Al Gore, the defeated presidential candidate in 2000, has indicated to friends he is to abandon the quest to become president that his domineering father urged on him as a child. After a political career dominated by an all-consuming ambition to reach the White House, Mr Gore's expected withdrawal from the 2004 race for the Democratic nomination would mark a decision of tragic proportions for the former vice-president.
I'll believe it when I see it.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:46:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't worry about Strom. He has his wife to comfort him. It makes me weep to see such a happy couple!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:38:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Personally, I don't like the way Trent is backpeddling on Strom. It must be horrible for a 100 year old man to see his friend and colleague suddenly treat him like a pariah after praising him for the past 30 years.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 13, 2002 at 09:34:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush is throwing Trent-baby to the wolves. Nobody likes him anyway, except a few Mississippi crackers. Even the people he works for, the WorldCom directorate, don't like him. Maybe it's the hair, maybe it's the creepy feeling you get listening to him when he lies. Bush want him out, and the Democrats want him in, obviously. That's the problem with GOP politicians-- they wear thin so quickly when they have to stand up day after day and try to dream up something to say that goes directly against their natures. When they have to get up and say they can stand the Negro drinking from the same fountain as them, or when they say they love freedom and democracy and the little guy.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 23:26:03 (EST)

My two cents are: You know what I miss? I miss Pete's great lectures on economics. Life just isn't as hilarious without them. What do you suppose happened to the shit-eating haole? Did he come to understand his essential inferiority, or was it pure cowardice?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 22:32:56 (EST)

My two cents are: "Fix the economy?" Hey, these are supply-side Republicans. Nobody is going to fix anything. This is about looting the treasury. There's still a chance that a balanced budget could occur within the next 100 years and that the Social Security give-away will continue to sap the productivity of America's oldsters. We need more tax cuts, especially on dividends to that we can help out all the poor bastards with tax-deferred 401K's..... er, so we can spur investem.... er, I know there's a reason. Trust me.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 22:30:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm way more interested in Dim Son's choosing a diehard Clintonian in order to fix the economy Dim Son ruined.
201K
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 21:50:36 (EST)

My two cents are: I agree. A rebuke from Bush to Lott is not enough. Bush Baby needs to fire the sucker.
lifelong Republican
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 21:45:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Trent Lott is a lying liberal? Nah, he's just another segregationist, pining for the old days, when we didn't have "all of these problems."
DIDN'T THE PERSON WHO CALLED BUSH A MORON GET FIRED? AND OF COURSE, HE IS ACTUALLY A MORON.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 21:37:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Immoral, yes, but fewer "problems."
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 21:26:00 (EST)

My two cents are: "Segregation is immoral." Trent Lott
Lying liberal turncoat
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 21:06:12 (EST)

My two cents are: I hvea hte e-mail address of all 50, liberal liar traitor.
Pete�
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 18:12:58 (EST)

My two cents are: It's okay to root for an entire conference as long as you opine an allegiance to one team, under God. If that team happens to be good, it is also required that you opine hatred for all other teams other people might opine are better than your team. "Your team" should be the one that plays for the big public college you went to 20 years ago, where you got to know maybe 50 people, some of whom you may even have email addresses for.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 16:49:48 (EST)

My two cents are: At least he doesn't root for entire conferences.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 16:27:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Every now and then you should read one, just to remind yourself of what a classy guy Glint it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 16:20:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Kid (to mother): "Got anything to eat, Mom?" Mom (to another housewife): "My family is getting so tired of French dressing every night." Tired of the same old same old? Ready to try something new? Then you'll flip for the JIS-O-MATIC at just $19.95 plus shipping. Whip up an after school snack for the kiddies anytime! Spice up that old salad! Your family will love you for it. Now in stores in time for the holidays. And for a limited time you can get the new pump action dispenser. GET YOURS NOW!
Dr. J
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 16:12:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Wasn't Lott a cheerleader at Ole Miss about the time Crazy James Meredith was desegregating it? Why is anyone surprised to learn that he's a racist? Geesh, the guy is a Republican, for pity's sake. Baby Huey Bennett doesn't think a bigot can't lead Republican politicians just fine? Give me a break.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 15:44:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Apparently Bennett has never heard of the Big Tent.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 15:39:44 (EST)

My two cents are: I knew there was something wrong about that Bennett when he started talking about "virtue" and sucking up to communists like Billy Graham and Babe Ruth.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 15:38:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Sucking up to the house slaves is disgusting.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 15:20:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Disgusting how we eat our own! That's why the liebrals run everything!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 14:08:48 (EST)

My two cents are: "On their face, the recent comments of Sen. Trent Lott are offensive, repugnant and inimical to what the Republican Party stands for," said William Bennett, a noted conservative author and education secretary during the Reagan administration. Bennett suggested that Lott's explanations about what he meant when he praised segregationist candidate Strom Thurmond's 1948 presidential campaign have been inadequate. "If Senator Lott can provide a satisfactory explanation for his statement, this entire episode should be forgotten," Bennett said in a statement released Thursday. "If he cannot, he needs to step down as the Senate majority leader."
I see Mr. Virtue is just another Jackson
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 13:54:31 (EST)

My two cents are: President Bush sharply rebuked incoming Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott for comments that some have called racist, saying any suggestion that segregation was acceptable is "offensive and it is wrong." Bush's comments, delivered to an audience of charities in Philadelphia, came one day after Lott, a Mississippi Republican, said he would not give up his leadership post, despite the furor over his remarks. "Recent comments by Sen. Lott do not reflect the spirit of our country," Bush said. "He has apologized and rightly so. Every day that our nation was segregated was a day our nation was unfaithful to our founding ideals."
Sure, President "Jackson"
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 13:52:30 (EST)

My two cents are: "Stunningly, there is not a single person in any half-important job in the mainstream media who might have voted for Ronald Reagan. That can't be easy. There aren't that many people in the country who didn't vote for Reagan. In 1984, he won the largest electoral landslide in history."-- Ann Coulter
Yeah, well, things would be different if Bing weren't running the show
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 13:43:13 (EST)

My two cents are: "What did Trent Lott really say? He said that when Strom Thurmond ran, my state voted for him. He was at a function where Strom Thurmond, a hundred years old, was having his friends say the nicest things they could think of," Helms said. "Trent Lott in no sense was sending a message of any sort. He was just trying to be nice to Strom Thurmond at a time everybody was being nice to him, and I praise him for that." Before his election in 1972, Helms sometimes used his television and radio commentaries to defend the owners of segregated businesses and condemned civil rights marchers. He also fought a Martin Luther King holiday in 1983.
Typical liberal demonization
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 13:33:48 (EST)

My two cents are: He placed the Starr Report into the sling and whomped the underendowed giant Willard in the lower of his two heads. This caused the Jismites to stumble in 2000 A.D. and they continued reeling in the 2002 A.D. midterm election. Eagles up!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 13:26:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like a scary Xmas card. President* One Lip and First Lady Cow Face.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 13:07:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Good to see that the pineapple is keeping his hand in.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 12:52:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Nope, the pictures had only the Mr. and Mrsz.
Pete�
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 12:23:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, if only it were true!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 12:21:46 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm finding myself wishing Iraq has given nerve gas to Al Qaeda. That would be so perfect!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 12:02:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Wishful because then we'd have an excuse to go grab the oil, rather than just the raw power to grab it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 11:27:34 (EST)

My two cents are: One senior official described a Washington Post report suggesting al Qaeda or a group closely affiliated with al Qaeda had obtained the nerve agent VX from Iraq as "far too conclusive sounding" and said the U.S. government had no conclusive or corroborated evidence of such a transaction. This official said there was "a report" on the possibility of such a transaction among recent U.S. intelligence gathering that was of concern, but that like many pieces of information collected by U.S. intelligence agencies about possible terrorist activities, it had not been corroborated. "Some of this stuff turns out to be right, and a lot of it turns out to be wrong or exaggerated or wishful thinking on the part of those doing the talking," this senior official said.
Wishful thinking? WISHFUL THINKING???
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 10:16:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Typical liberal DumboCRAP. Refuses to serve on a kangaroo panel just because he wants to do something useful. The sap probably didn't swear all his clients to secrecy, the way Dr. K did.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 03:05:58 (EST)

My two cents are: The First Twins are ALWAYS too tired and too drunk! Don't they know they owe it to the country? And to the cowboys?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 03:04:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..

Too tired and too drunk. - Thursday, December 12, 2002 at 00:32:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Grandstand play. Trying to make Kissinger look dishonest. It won't work!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 22:01:04 (EST)

My two cents are: In a letter to congressional leaders, George Mitchell said he stepped down because he does not want to sever ties with his law firm, which he said he had been urged to do to avoid a potential conflict of interest. "Some have urged that I sever all ties to the law firm with which I am associated," Mitchell wrote. "Since I must work to support my family I cannot comply." The letter continued, "I take this action reluctantly, as I wanted very much to be a part of this important effort."
at least Kissinger is free of conflicts- go henry go
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 22:00:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete's here? Who needs belly-laughs when you can have satire?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 20:24:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Were the twins in the photo? Were they conscious? Were they clothed?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 20:22:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Nope, sPete is present, also yes he did received his Xmas photo from Bush and family.
Pete�
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 19:52:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds about right to me.
mid-continental hayseed
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 19:42:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Is it funny or sad or outrageous that Bush needs to hire all these liars and felons. What's the deal here, anyway? You can lie about treason but you can't lie about pussy? You can lie to Congress about crimes but you can't lie to Kenneth Starr about snatch? Where is Henry Hyde, the conscience of his country? Has America become nothing more than a collection of ignorant mid-continental hayseeds willing to believe whoever lies loudest?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 19:40:18 (EST)

My two cents are: U.S. set to use mines in Iraq WASHINGTON -- The Pentagon is preparing to use anti-personnel land mines in a war with Iraq, despite U.S. policy that calls for the military to stop using the mines everywhere in the world except Korea by 2003.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 18:38:34 (EST)

My two cents are: WE'LL NUKE YOU
Anonymous. <http://www.nypost.com/>
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 18:28:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Notice how the conservatives aren't terribly concerned about actual bigotry, but merely that Lott "had opened the GOP to CHARGES of racial bigotry."
Poor choice of words again
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 15:21:29 (EST)

My two cents are: WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Incoming Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott faced mounting criticism Wednesday for praising segregationist candidate Strom Thurmond's 1948 presidential bid, a controversy that grew with a report that the Republican senator expressed similar sentiments more than two decades ago. While the sharpest criticism came from Democrats, the Mississippi Republican was also under fire from some conservatives, who said he had opened the GOP to charges of racial bigotry.
Bunch of nig -uh, I mean- Jackson loves
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 15:19:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe the belly-laughs migrated to the freep?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 13:41:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Where are the belly-laughs? It's all about belly-laughs. And rooting for your special team.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 13:35:24 (EST)

My two cents are: G. Gordon Liddy may have been a wuss as a kid, but he grew up to be smart enough to replace the duck tape on the door lock of a room he was burglarizing after a security guard had noticed the original tape and taken it off. And with smarts like that, he chose to become a Republican.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 12:47:59 (EST)

My two cents are: That wasn't belly-laughs, dim-wit. That was insider guy talk.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 12:44:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Get your Christmas card yet from the Bush White Hous yet, Pete? Is that the Red Room on the cover? Like the eagles propping up the plinker. (01)
Why does he save the real belly-laughes for Pete? Everyone else is chopped meat?
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 12:43:43 (EST)

My two cents are: In all the hoopla about G. Gordon Liddy eating a rat as a child to conquer his fear of rats, one question remains unanswered: what kind of hysterical wuss would be afraid of rats to begin with?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 12:41:39 (EST)

My two cents are: G. Gordon has a new book out about how this used to be a free country. Probably rates pretty high in the amazon.com sales sweepstakes. A lot of right-wingers probably want to confirm their belief that a government-run Republican burglary squad is just what freedom needs.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 12:18:37 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm still available and am willing to burn a hole in my hand rather that snitch.
G. Gordon Liddy
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 11:25:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Poindexter? Mercy?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:55:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Too late. The Brenda loaf has already been pinched and is part of the Total Information file on Glint. All he can hope for now is Poindexter's mercy.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:54:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, Brenda material is always well-received; but there hasn't been any since Poindexter announced his Total Information plan.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:42:12 (EST)

My two cents are: The book sales angle has been milked dry. Oh, it might have a spasm or two of life left, but don't count on it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:40:52 (EST)

My two cents are: The problem there was that it was a great idea for a character, a stroke of genius really, but announcing his creation before his actual debut set the bar too high. Expectations were too great, so when a "Kissitger" post finally appeared the belly-laughs were killed by the anticipation. It wasn't a bad concept, but it was a bad strategy.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:39:37 (EST)

My two cents are: How about a belly-laugh about book sales?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:39:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Dr. Kissetget would answer nicely, but I'm afraid that was a belly-laugh that died on the vine.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:35:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Dr. Kissitger?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:31:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Just don't knee-jerk Trent Lott as some kind of white supremist, Jackson.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:31:02 (EST)

My two cents are: I hope it's not a Dr. J. Too easy.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:23:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Can't wait for Glint to make one of his trademark weak grabs for a belly-laugh. Going to sneer at him big-time.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:21:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Sure, the bull is a belly-laugh. But it's a cheap belly-laugh.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:20:43 (EST)

My two cents are: There's no stopping. The gauntlet has been hurled. Nothing will stand in the way of belly-laughs from here on out.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:19:36 (EST)

My two cents are: You're killing me! Enough with the bull already! Geesh!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 10:03:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Could we kidnap a bunch of Cook Islanders and make them ride the bull?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 09:57:29 (EST)

My two cents are: If the 'holers were the only team, who would ride the bull?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 09:55:41 (EST)

My two cents are: With Glint, it's got to be the belly laugh and the single-team rootership. Is that snooty? I don't think so. I think what that is is class. This one wants to snort and slap the knee, and he wants to root for a team he belongs to and doesn't just observe impassionately as an itself inconsequential element of an entire conference. Is that so wrong? No, I think Glint is neither snooty nor wrong; I think he is touchingly human, as might be expected of one sprung from the corn-producing region which is the nearest thing to an American incubator of unadorned humanity.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 09:54:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I just wish we were the ONLY college team.
Cornholer fan
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 09:44:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Root for a conference?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 09:43:08 (EST)

My two cents are: It's always fun to watch Glint duck and hide after yet another vapid post is shot down. It's especially gratifying when the discredited post was presented in a snooty, depressive-state manner.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 09:03:57 (EST)

My two cents are: It's all about rooting, dontcha know.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 08:55:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Pretty stupid, Glint.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 08:55:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, Rube, but WHO your old college team plays is a pretty good indication of how good it is. Perhaps Nebraska should get into the Big Sky Conference, or the Dingleberry Conference, and really kick some ass! Would that make you feel good, Corn-Boy?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 08:44:54 (EST)

My two cents are:

Don't know too many people who root for an entire conference w/o opining an allegiance to one particular team. Interesting. Haus: very very funny. Hilarious actually. Unfortunately howerver, short of the belly laugh. - Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 08:37:42 (EST)

My two cents are: With eight teams guaranteed to finish with winning records -- only seven are headed to bowls because California is ineligible due to NCAA sanctions -- the Pac 10 conference is the nation's deepest. The Pac-10 went 25-10 in non-conference games against Division I-A opponents, and six of those defeats came on the road against ranked teams. There were 36 300-yard passing games in the conference this season, including 13 over 400 and one over 500. Four Pac-10 quarterbacks ranked in the nation's top-20 in total offense.
Pac-10 Rules!
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 08:20:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Oklahoma fans pulled for the Sooners. Colorado fans pulled for the Buffaloes. Everybody else seemingly found something else to concern themselves with, judging by the thousands of empty seats at Reliant Stadium. The drama went out of the season that started with at least three teams primed for serious national title runs when Oklahoma inexplicably lost to Oklahoma State for the second straight year. In the end it was the two survivors -- OU and Colorado -- meeting with two things on the line. One was a spot in a BCS bowl. The second was the opportunity to avoid being tagged with a third or fourth loss. That's what, after all the preseason chest-thumping, it came down to for the Big 12.
You guys suck
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 08:17:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Why not go all the way and call it the Haus?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 07:47:39 (EST)

My two cents are:

Get your Christmas card yet from the Bush White Hous yet, Pete? Is that the Red Room on the cover? Like the eagles propping up the plinker. (01) - Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 07:15:40 (EST)

My two cents are: He didn't sort of say anything good about Lott. Just said that if you criticize him you're a knee-jerker worthy of the name Jackson.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 00:27:17 (EST)

My two cents are: I say, let the small African village keep its guinea worms. Carter should take his honkey ass back to plains and grow peanut butter.
Swinish impotent wastrel.
- Wednesday, December 11, 2002 at 00:25:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Where's that smart fellow from this morning who almost sort of said something good about Lott? We need his wisdom.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 22:25:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Stop trying to demonize Lott. Let him do it himself.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 22:20:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like just a poor choice of words to me.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 22:16:52 (EST)

My two cents are: After a fiery speech by Strom Thurmond at a Mississippi campaign rally in November 1980, Lott, then a congressman, told a crowd: "You know, if we had elected this man 30 years ago, we wouldn't be in the mess we are today."
Thank goodness for the Big Tent
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 22:16:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, we wouldn't have had the "problems" we've had for the past 50 years, if you catch my drift.
Trent Lott
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 21:52:11 (EST)

My two cents are: None of this crap would have happened if we'd all got together and voted for Strom in '48.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 21:03:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Nebraska National Forest. Let me get this straight. A bunch of hicks plants some trees and get federal pork. Shee-it! I saw about 20 Xmas tree lots today. Little national forest.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 20:21:42 (EST)

My two cents are: LOTT: 'A POOR CHOICE OF WORDS'...
uh-hu, that's the ticket
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 20:19:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Oooh, the rankings. Just another reason college football has no credibility. How pathetic. Vote for the best team. Shee-it, let's vote for who's 14th best while we're at it. And these middle aged losers think it means something. Geesh.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 20:17:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, we have no bananas.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 19:27:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, NU not in ranking. Sorry.
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 19:12:28 (EST)

My two cents are: "Nebraska National Forest?"
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 19:08:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Bailey Yard at North Platte (Union Pacific Railroad) is the world's largest railroad classification yard, covering 2,850 acres and handling 10,000 railroad cars every 24 hours.
Nebraska: Transportation Hub of America
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 19:07:04 (EST)

My two cents are: The Bessey Ranger District of the Nebraska National Forest contains the largest hand-planted forest (22,000 acres) in the western hemisphere.
And it was damned hard to get the rubes to stop planting with their feet...
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 19:04:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Nebraska is the only state with a non-partisan legislature and the only state with a unicameral (one-house) legislature. Nebraska also was the first state to use an automated visible voting board for recording legislative action. Buffalo Bill Cody held the nation's first rodeo at his Scouts Rest Ranch in North Platte to celebrate the Fourth of July in 1882. The largest concentration of sandhill cranes in the world occurs each spring when 500,000 birds migrate from the south and gather for six weeks in the Platte River Valley in central Nebraska before fanning out across Canada.
Ripley's Believe it or Don't.... weird facts about Nebraska
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 19:03:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Sheeit, a guy with a license to run a Loran crane calls himself Doctor in that hole.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 18:28:13 (EST)

My two cents are: You haven't spent much time in Nebraska, have you, Anonymous?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 18:27:27 (EST)

My two cents are: It's rare that someone with an advanced degree in Ed. Psych. has the balls to call himself Doctor.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 18:25:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Didn't Phil Donahue get one of those degrees? Or was that Marlo Thomas?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 18:15:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Bill Cosby is the only other truly famous Doctor of Educational Psychology. His dissertation was on Fat Albert. Dr. Tom's was on dealing with the shock when a Nebraska QB or RB learns that the pointy ends on a football make it bounce funny. Let's face it, it's a tokenist degree.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 18:14:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Interestingly, he did all his post-graduate work and the University on Nebraska. Not bad for a kid from Hastings College!< That degree in ed. psych. came in handy when his student-athletes got caught raping and driving drunk. Nothing like a doctor of ed. psych. to handle such annoyances.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 18:01:04 (EST)

My two cents are: He's not just a football coach, he's a doctor, too!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:57:39 (EST)

My two cents are: The author of several books, including More Than Winning and Faith In The Game, Rep. Osborne graduated with a B.A. in history from Hastings College in 1959. Following graduation, Rep. Osborne played three seasons in the National Football League. He earned an M.A. in educational psychology from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln in 1963, and a doctorate in educational psychology from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln in 1965.
Not just an MA in educational psychology, not our beloved Tom. He went that extra mile and became a Doctor of education psychology!
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:57:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Third District? How many districts can Nebraska even have?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:56:11 (EST)

My two cents are: A fourth-generation Nebraskan, Rep. Tom Osborne represents Nebraska's Third District. "I am honored to serve the people of Nebraska's Third District," Rep. Osborne states, "and I am committed to bringing their voices to Washington."
And, he's quite the silver-tongued dude, ain't he Myrt?
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:54:06 (EST)

My two cents are: So, who's in the Dr. Pepper Bowl this year?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:50:41 (EST)

My two cents are: What, do you think a guy is just going to retire after the glory of winning hick belt football? Nope, a guy is going to reward himself. And what better way than to present yourself to the idolizing throngs of clodhoppers wondering why life ain't the way it was on Leave It To Beaver? Get yourself voted into Washington, where the dames and the liquor are free, and a guy can go on fact-finding missions to Brazil and Bulgaria? Not only is it perfect, it's right and it's just, and it's the way things ought to be. I will defend my football coach's right to muscle up to the front of the welfare trough. He has deserved it, unlike liberal punks who have never called a play, much less won a championship.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:48:38 (EST)

My two cents are: This football clown was sent to Congress by the hayseeds? This is getting better and better!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:44:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Dr. Tom is Glint's proctologist. Specializes on pokers.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:40:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Dr. Tom's web site. GO BIG RED!
glint
http://www.house.gov/osborne/ - Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:38:32 (EST)

My two cents are: I read Dr. Osborne's book. It's a dandy. All about lessons on football, work and life.
Harl
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:33:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Sorry, I refuse to believe that there's really a book by a former corn-belt football coach titled "Faith in the Game, Lessons on Football, Work, and Life." Nothing in life parodies itself to that degree of perfection. It's from the Onion, right?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:17:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Do they call Osborne "Doctor" because he administered the steroids?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:10:49 (EST)

My two cents are: it would probably be pretty funny to hear why Glint thinks the Lincoln Journal-Star is a liberal rag.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 17:08:09 (EST)

My two cents are: It's almost as if he's on the bridge of a mighty ship, patrolling the seas and keeping America safe. Instead of babysitting a bunch of inner city scolarship criminals to bump inot other bunches of the same in the illusion that it confers respectability on life in a state where every boy aspires to nothing beyond owning his own sheep and a jar of K-Y jelly.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:51:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Joined at the Heart [ABRIDGED] by Al Gore (Author), Tipper Gore (Author) Audio Cassette

Amazon.com Sales Rank: 1,324,217 - Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:49:14 (EST)

My two cents are: The author of that last one, the Lincoln Journal-Star, is a Liberal rag that's a saddle sore to most true Nebraskans. Nobody would read a book by them. Now, here's one that I've actually had the pleasure of reading. It's pretty good -- better than anything put out by the Liberal press anyhow -- as its higher ranking proves.
Glint
Amazon.com Sales Rank: 243,698 Take that Liberal scum!

- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:43:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Here you go.
Glint
Amazon.com Sales Rank: 1,229,813 Take that Liberal scum!

- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:37:31 (EST)

My two cents are: I am not on top of current NU ranking. If you know, don't bother telling me. (01)
Glint
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:33:29 (EST)

My two cents are: OU = Oregon University? And so what if CU (Connecticut University?) is as high as 13 in the "polls." What is its standing on the Amazon.com sales list?
OL = ?
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:33:25 (EST)

My two cents are: USS Smirk
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:26:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Woo Hoo! Wee Doggie!
We R numbur 14!!
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:25:27 (EST)

My two cents are: CU is 14 in both polls and 13 in the combined BCS.
end of story
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 16:12:08 (EST)

My two cents are: USS Loser?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:52:48 (EST)

My two cents are: USS Puke?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:52:01 (EST)

My two cents are: USS Liar?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:51:37 (EST)

My two cents are: USS Poppy?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:50:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Navy Names New Carrier After Former President Bush...
USS Faggot?
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:50:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Rebuilt OL? Why rebuild the only good thing on the whole boring team?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:43:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Southern Division kicks ass!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:42:13 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm still steamed at Penn State for having a team.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:40:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Best drivers in the bag? What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean. I just figured you guys got beat by a far superior team?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:38:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, how many QBs and RBs does the poor, pathetic asshole HAVE?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:36:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Ah, life in the Top 27 is great!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:33:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Truthfully, it's hard winning with the best drivers in the golf bag. With our second string QB and our top two RBs out, we are only good enough to paste the most points against Nebraska in Lincoln since 1961. Maybe next eyar with our rebuilt OL and all our RBs and best QB, we will beat OU or Tejas in the Big XII Champ game. The prediction for NU is not so rosy, I'm afraid. Considering this was supposed to be an off year, the Buffs did pretty well. We'll see how the stellar recruiting years do in 2004. I think 2003 is already a wash. In the end, any year we beat NU is a success. 2 in a row now. Still counting. Ah, life is wonderful!
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 15:25:24 (EST)

My two cents are: No problem, I've got a handle on this.
Poindexter
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:51:36 (EST)

My two cents are: The following dire warnings found on www.bangkok.com/bellylaugh.html.
why not just redirect them here, big brother?

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- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:48:23 (EST)

My two cents are: O.K. I'll show my support by adding the link. Notice that the webmaster gets an extra $0.00001 if you click this link. By the way, check out some of the other titles on the linked page - YOWZA! Does the webmaster get two coppers to rub together when we click the buy button on those too?
Glint
http://www.bangkok.com/ - Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:39:06 (EST)

My two cents are: No need. We just hang 'em.
Trent Lott
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:32:14 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd like to see someone try and publish a book called Stupid Negro Men.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:21:24 (EST)

My two cents are: How do you like that. Not even a hot link for the stupid white men book. Some host. I'll show my support by buying a new star atlas, thank you.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:19:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Guess that the southern div. gets the honors. (01)
Glint
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 14:17:07 (EST)

My two cents are: So, how's it all shakin?
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 13:22:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Hi Gang. Want to get someone a great gift for Christmas? Why not order "Stupid White Men" by Michael Moore? If you go to http://bangkok.com/ you'll find a picture link for the book that will take you to a special Amazon.com page that shares a small amount of the sale proceeds with bangkok.com. Help support the board!
Your host
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:42:49 (EST)

My two cents are: In fairness, he didn't say Lott isn't a racist. He only criticized you for noticing.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:41:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm waiting.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:36:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Ah, good. Somebody is here to explain why Lott is NOT a racist. Let's hear it, jackson.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:34:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks for the info, Jackson. Always nice to see the knee's still working, Jesse.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:15:47 (EST)

My two cents are: No one who has any knowledge of American politics would be surprised to see Sen. Trent Lott's apparent nostalgia for the old days of Jim Crow in his tribute to Mr. Segregationist, Sen. Strom Thurmond. Much admiration has been expressed recently for the GOP's success in November effectively turning the tables on their ignominious defeat to the Democrats in 1964. But they are deserving of no such admiration because a fundamental part of their political strategy since 1964 has been to appeal to the significant segment of white America that continues to yearn for the segregation of yesterday. So, it should be no surprise to see that a disproportionate number of African Americans oppose the GOP's desire to send young Americans into harm's way in Iraq.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:05:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Now that President Bush has brought back John Negroponte, John Poindexter, Henry Kissinger and Elliot Abrams, his next move will probably be bringing back Oliver North. Who else but North to manage Latin America and coordinate the coup that is obviously necessary for oil-rich Venezuela?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:04:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Why do so few people admire Senator Lott? Damn Carter!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 11:49:18 (EST)

My two cents are: "All the laws of Washington and all the bayonets of the Army cannot force the Negro into our homes, our schools, our churches," Strom Thurmond declared in 1948. "When Strom Thurmond ran for president, we voted for him. We're proud of it. And if the rest of the country had followed our lead, we wouldn't have had all these problems over all these years, either," declared Republican leader Trent Lott. You can hide the white sheet and hood in the closet, and you can put him in a nice suit and tie, and you can spin his racism as a tribute to Thurmond, who has done nothing for this country except grow old in office, but you can't hide the fact that this bigot is soon to be the head of the Senate.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 11:48:17 (EST)

My two cents are: God, I hate Carter for being so admired!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 11:15:46 (EST)

My two cents are: "It's not a front-page story when you eradicate guinea worms in a small African village." -Jimma Carter
just shut up you stupid impotent puke
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 11:06:23 (EST)

My two cents are: You call that satire, you pussed over twat? HA!
Pete�
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 10:41:34 (EST)

My two cents are:

- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 09:45:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Conservative columnist Ann Coulter announced today that she has written a children's book, joining such celebrities as Jerry Seinfeld, John Lithgow and Spike Lee in the kid-lit field. Coulter says her book "I Know You Are but What Am I?" is aimed at the 4-to-6 age group and reflects such old-fashioned values as self-reliance, hard work and bigotry. Claims Coulter, "Children are being ill-served by the liberal publishing industry that tries to sell them a bill of goods about how 'self-esteem' and 'compassion' will get them somewhere in life. They need books that show them the value of being white, Christian and middle-class -- now, while they are still young enough to make use of the message." Coulter asserts that her book not only prepares children for life by teaching them basic facts, such as "Liberals are wrong about everything," but also helps them to cope with the rigors of the playground. "Let's face it -- children can be cruel in their taunts and teasing. My book helps arm your children by giving them better, crueler invective and more creative taunts to lob at their opponents." Coulter's effort is an "I Can Read It Myself" book, since the author believes that children should pull themselves up by their own bootstraps and get literate, instead of relying on parents to read to them, or on teachers to teach them. She also feels that a diet of fantasy books about such characters as Harry Potter and Winnie the Pooh has a deleterious effect on young people's ambition and drive. "Children have been led to believe that you can just wave your magic wand or find a honey tree, and all your wants are met. Clearly, this is part of the Democratic agenda, which wants to keep children helpless and dependent on the party's largesse, instead of encouraging them to get jobs and support themselves. I think it's time we cut off this parental 'welfare system' for pre-adults and got them back to working in coal mines and chimneys, like their forefathers did. That's why the characters in my book are strong, self-sufficient 6-year-olds who live in the real world, where they work, pay taxes and invade Iraq." Coulter's editor at Crown's children's division, Mary Lou Perkins, denied having any concerns about the information presented in the book. "'I Know You Are but What Am I?' has footnotes and citations, and probably dozens of facts, so I'm sure it's all accurate and true. And it has lovely illustrations showing the Little Red Hen doing all the work to make the bread and then eating it all herself while the other animals die of starvation. And there are charming pictures showing little American children throwing rocks at children of other nations. I think many parents will find it just the kind of book they've been seeking for their families." Coulter's book faces competition not just from celebrities, but also from bestselling adult authors, including Michael Chabon, Carl Hiaasen and Toni Morrison, who are joining the children's book industry. But "I Know You Are but What Am I?" has something the others don't -- a photo of the author wearing a low-cut, black vinyl minidress. Coulter denies that this photo might be inappropriate for a children's book. "Fathers buy 70 percent of the books for their children these days, and I just wanted to give them something to look at while they're rummaging through all the other books, with their bunnies and kittens. And while it's true that a short skirt and blond hair let you get away with a lot, I don't think I'm sending a message to little girls that they can get away with not doing their homework if they just dress like a tart and look cute. I think that is the kind of immoral liberal message sent by the rapist and traitor Bill Clinton."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 09:44:29 (EST)

My two cents are: As a general rule one must carefully guard one's own precious bodily fluids and protect its purity. In this season of giving however, I will let down my guard and share my life essence with those poor unfortunate members of the fairer sex who have none of their own. I endeavor to fill their need and that empty space within. Don't weep for me. Of my own free will I surrender my pure essence.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 09:43:11 (EST)

My two cents are: If the poor wouldn't mind a little slant drilling, they can partake in a sampling of my essence.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 09:27:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Ooops, I forgot the (01) at 09:08:46.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 09:09:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Moron, your slant drilling sucks eggs not TexasTea. You'll have to drill where the sine of the angle is zero, stright up to Bagdad from Adelaide.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 09:08:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe we could slant drill.
buni rabit
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 01:36:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, you evil bastard, the only reason you want Iraq and we want Iraq, is oil. Got it? Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 00:33:15 (EST)

My two cents are: I understand your President promises you he's coming to "take me out" 'cause I won't show him my naughty toys. Seems it will be so easy he'll do it over a long weekend. He would have done it sooner but he got - er, uh - held up in Afghanistan. See, I just don't feel like showing them to him just because he feels like asking, especially since the U.S. tried so hard to find that I had sent that white anthrax powder, and turns out it was your very own domestic stores that you can't keep track of. And seems you have lots and lots of nukes (now, THOSE are weapons of MASS destruction), planning to make new little-bitty ones, and you don't seem too shy about advertising you are all ready-willing and eager, too, it seems-to use them against anybody who happens be on your terrorist-of-the-week list. Plus those guys who did you on 9/11 were from Saudi Arabia and Egypt-your good buddies. Go paste them.
saddam
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 23:28:08 (EST)

My two cents are: So, you're going to make them even poorer?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 21:15:45 (EST)

My two cents are: My mind has been made up. I am going to donate my jism free of charge to the poor. All they have to do is harvest it.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 20:32:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Uh-huh. Like all women.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 19:39:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Talent to open wide, because there's a big cone cumming?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 19:35:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes. talent. Compared to Glint, of course.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 19:28:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint goes around with his face exposed?
eeeewwww
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 18:37:17 (EST)

My two cents are: A pop singer without a contract to sell pop like pepsi?
doubt it
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 17:38:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Talent? She's just a pop singer.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 17:17:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Pink can be excused because she has talent. Unlike Glint.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 17:01:06 (EST)

My two cents are: But you go around with the entire lopsided calabash exposed.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 16:11:12 (EST)

My two cents are: At least I know better than to wear a skimpy shirt that exposes my Drew Careyish figure. I'm a considerate compassionate person, as you already know.
Glint
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:58:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Page loading fine here, on Gates' browser. Okay, forget the first name. Search for Jones. Geesh.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:48:14 (EST)

My two cents are: So cold down this rabbit hole that page freezes up, takes forever and a day to scroll. Maybe try later if the page warms up. 'Tis the Christmas season so why the merry-go-round music.
buni rabit
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:43:45 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't like the h at the end of her name, and I don't like the N-o-r-a at the front of her name.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:35:59 (EST)

My two cents are: What did happen in Lousiana, or LA as the morons call it? Did the Democrat win? The Republican? Should ngroes be allowed to vote? You negro tends to vote for Clinton! Forget about Colin, forget about that Oreo cookie Condaleeza, vote for the big dog. Mary Landrieu won in spite of herself. Negro almost didn't come out, because she kept taling about how close she was to bandy-legs. Why vote for someone who supports Bush, the little shit? Sort of like Gore not asking the big boy to campaign for him, didn't win by enough to keep the Republicans from exercizing their sense of entitlement and overturning the election results. I suppose Landrieu is better than an admitted Republican, but not by much. Of course that bitch who ran against her was a real piece of work. Sort of a Katherine Harris without the plastic surgery and the liposuction. Landrieu be a better of two skanks.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:34:40 (EST)

My two cents are: What, you don't like the H at the end of her name?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:29:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Interesting... Glint's managed to get the page to freeze up this machine. Never did that before. Onward and upward with the html wizard.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:27:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Norah? I don't think so.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:24:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I did download Marcia Ball singing Louisiana, 1927. Also a bunch of her other stuff. Try Susan Tedeschi, Lou Ann Barton and Norah Jones, especially Norah Jones.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:05:34 (EST)

My two cents are: It's funny when Glint slams somebody for being fat.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:03:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Heard Rush this morning saying the Dem won in LA BECAUSE of Clinton. Seems Clinton did phone messages and also called some black woman leader and said she HAD to get out the black vote. Rush says this is what cinched the deal. He also said this will backfire on the dems because it will alienate the white vote in future elections. NOT because of racism, mind you, but because Rush said so.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 15:02:32 (EST)

My two cents are: "Wild Pink puts her minder in hospital" POP rebel PINK put one of her security guards in hospital after biting him in a late-night brawl. The minder needed treatment after trying to restrain the star from lashing out at bar staff in Australia on Friday. Trouble started for the American singer � this year�s biggest-selling female artist with hits including Get The Party Started � when she returned to Adelaide�s Hilton Hotel from an outdoor gig. Drunken Pink � real name ALICIA MOORE � jumped on to the bar and began dancing. But when staff asked her to get down, she became angry and abusive. One onlooker said: �All of a sudden she climbed on to the bar and began to dance provocatively. She was having a great time and nobody was going to stop her having fun. �When the hotel staff started to complain and tried to get her down, she was furious and started to kick and lash out. �Her own security guards then tried to entice her down but after a long wait one of them clambered on to the bar to physically restrain her � that�s when she bit his arm. �The guy yelped like a dog. He was obviously in a lot of pain and had to go to a nearby hospital for first aid. It looked nasty. Everybody was stunned by her behaviour.� After being pulled off the bar, a fuming Pink immediately left the hotel and carried on partying with friends until after 6am. Pink, who had been performing at the all-star RUMBA concert at the Adelaide Oval arena alongside acts such as NATALIE IMBRUGLIA, SUGABABES and SHAGGY, is no stranger to trouble. Her tough upbringing meant numerous run-ins with the law as a youth and she has even spent time behind bars.
This her, pot belied skank at her tender age?
Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:59:42 (EST)

My two cents are: This one's for Ydog. Click it, buddy!

LINK_TEXT_HERE Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:52:37 (EST)

My two cents are: "Suit Against Cheney Task Force Dismissed" Associated Press Monday, December 9, 2002; 2:09 PM WASHINGTON �� A federal judge Monday dismissed a lawsuit filed by the investigative arm of Congress against Vice President Dick Cheney's energy task force. U.S. District Judge John Bates said the case filed by Comptroller General David Walker against the vice president is an unprecedented act that raises serious separation-of-powers issues between the executive and legislative branches of government. "No court has ever before granted what the comptroller general seeks," wrote Bates, an appointee of President Bush.
Sounds pretty cut and dried. Next?
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:44:14 (EST)

My two cents are: I heard that Bush's visit to Louisiana energized the black man. Got him to put his shoes on and step out of the welfare line long enough to vote. 90% of them flipped the lever marked 'Dem'.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:14:38 (EST)

My two cents are: What would have been really spooky is if the guy had actually been named "Chad", instead of just being some jokester comedian who only said his name was Chad to get Al to write the hilarious "to Chad" on the book! Whoa Nellie!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:12:02 (EST)

My two cents are: "...that's in opposition to crybaby Repubs saying last minute Clinton threats helped..." You mean Clinton threatened to show up in LA? That's what I thought. Where's the opposition?
Glint
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:09:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Just amazing, man. Really weird. Right out of "Twilight Zone." And hilarious? Shee-it! No wonder they all burst into laughter! What a ding-dong knee-slapper! "To Chad!" Makes ya bust a gut just thinking about it. Yet another belly-laugh. Keep 'em coming! Chad, get it? And "chads" were a big topic of consternation back when Bush stole the election? Get, it? Do you? Al Gore, "Chad", chads? Excuse me, I got to go to my laughin' place.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 14:08:56 (EST)

My two cents are:

"Al meets Chad"

     Al and Tipper Gore's new book, "Joined at the Heart" 
(Just squeaking into the Amazon's "Top selling 2,000" at 
#1,903) is described as personal and provocative.

     "We started dreaming of having a family soon after we 
met, 37 years ago," writes the couple, who, unlike 
predecessors Dan and Marilyn Quayle, refuse to retire in 
defeat. 

     "We were just teenagers then," the Gores continue in 
their book, "and unlike most high school sweethearts these 
days, we somehow grew together instead of apart."

     In fact, the "sweethearts" appeared together over the 
weekend at a local Olsson's Books and Records store to sign 
copies of their book.

     "One man and his friend stopped to show us Al's and 
Tipper's signatures in his book," one gentleman on hand 
tells Inside the Beltway. "Al wrote, 'To Chad,' with both 
signatures underneath. We all immediately burst out into 
laughter and asked the gentleman if that was his real name. The answer was 'No.'"

- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 13:17:31 (EST)

My two cents are: No Clinton around. Sounds as if that's in opposition to crybaby Repubs saying last minute Clinton threats helped get out last minute black votes which got Landrieu elected.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 13:15:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Hmm, maybe it's a new top secret telescope?
Glint

WASHINGTON -- Vice President Dick Cheney's neighbors are 
not happy about a mysterious construction project under way 
at the Naval Observatory. 

Residents in the Massachusetts Avenue Heights neighborhood 
said they're tired of daily blasting at the observatory 
that has shaken houses, rattled windows and even knocked 
mirrors off the walls. 

The blasts have been going on two or three times a day, as 
early as 7 a.m. and as late as 11 p.m. for nearly two 
months, according to neighbors. 

The government is tight-lipped about the top-secret project. 

However, Naval Observatory officials said the blasting can 
last eight more months. And because the project is on the 
fast track, they can't limit construction to the daytime.

- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 12:52:52 (EST)

My two cents are:

So Mary Landrieu's strategy paid off. What was that strategy you ask? I found this published quote attributed to a Landrieu staffer: "The key was probably no Clinton, no Gore, no Gephardt, none of the Democratic bogeymen. We didn't want any of 'em around." Guess she learned her November lesson. <> Been nice and cold here lately. Wellstone's probably experiencing the opposite problem. - Monday, December 09, 2002 at 12:39:56 (EST)

My two cents are: I like the way the girl is pressing up against him causing his gun to get "cocked" in that upward erect attitude. Clinton couldn't carry this guy's jism bag.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 12:25:04 (EST)

My two cents are: That was always the great thing about the man -- his authenticity. Never anything forced or faked. What you saw was what you got.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 10:57:38 (EST)

My two cents are: For me, what does it is the Sta-Prest� blue shirt with the starched and rolled collar.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 10:55:53 (EST)

My two cents are: And isn't his neckerchier just darling!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 10:53:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Here's a guy who always got the musk. No standing in line at the frisk counter at the airport waiting to hop a plane to Rio in hopes of finding a willing STD hostess who will accept and cash pension checks.

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 09:59:26 (EST)

My two cents are:

I only got this brief post. I say why go to Brazil for the musk, especially around Christmas party time. I say stick around home and let the Brazilian come to you. (01) - Monday, December 09, 2002 at 09:51:33 (EST)

My two cents are: In other words, the war hysteria will now die down, folks, unless another Padilla shows up, Padilla II, the Son of Padilla. Now that we have wagged the puppy and lost in Louisiana, it's time to develop an Economic Policy. Maybe what we need is an economic stimulus.... geesh, I wonder.... hey! Maybe we need a Tax Cut? That way, all the rich guys will have a lot more money, and they will take heart! They been on the shit end of the stick lateley, and need a boost. So, what we're going to do, here, we're going to fix the economy, get these rich guys to start producing again. Plenty of time for war, if we need war, in '04.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 01:43:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't worry, Buni Rabit, there will be no shooting until at least September, 2004. All those glorious Jimmy Stewart and Bing Crosby vehicles will play yet once again. Maybe even a Little Danny Kaye. Who knows, anyone for Donald O'Connor? Ethyl Merman? Wallace Beery? Do not fuss about Bubba Bush II war films, never happen. These guys have got their Republican noses too far up Koffi Anan's ass to stand in the way of the Process. Might bust that snout right off, best to play it out the way Russia and France want.
Henry K
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 01:38:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, if you around in a week or two, sure could use a couple bills worth of yuppa-jimsolo. Which or course is another name for fresh Dungeness crab, if Ashcroft is listening.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 09, 2002 at 01:20:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Sorry, got to leave you throngs to shift for yourself from here on until maybe tomorrow afternoon. Tony Bennet is on Live From Frisco, and after that Yanni comes on Live from the Royal Albert Hall, the one with the holes. I got to pay attention to my cultural soul, here, can't mess around with asteroid punks, pineapple fuckers, and libero-socialist pimps much as I'd love to.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 23:19:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't know about the sopranos. Never got the cable. Is that like the Three Tenors? Harlan is not a figment. He is a goddamn ringleader, and he's going to be one of the first shot when it comes down. Oh, he may beg and plead, say he was naive, didn't know which end was up, just read the Republican platform and believed it, but he'll take a bullet in the back of the neck all the same. Never trust the pure ones, the ones who seem innocent, they are all putrid to the core. He'll pay, Harlan will, for every twinge of Communist pain in this big toe. There are three hundred thousand body bags left over from Gulf War I. Ought to be one that fits Harlan real nice.
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- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 23:12:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Goodly dreaming of the beach shifts toe pain to the psychological back burner. But wait a minute. Isn't Harlan a figment? Oughtn't Dim Son wear clothes? Don't we miss the Sopranos?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 23:02:53 (EST)

My two cents are: 'Tis the Christmas season but the usual Christmas movie classics such as "Miracle on 34th Street" and "It's a Wonderful Life" probably will not be shown in your negotiated viewing area. Instead you could be be shown live action war films directed by Bubba Bush II and his genetic fossil administration.
buni rabit
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 22:52:39 (EST)

My two cents are: What? Brazilian musk comes with the ticket? I'm not so sure about this. I may have to trade in my ticket. I'll let you know, after I consult my clergyman.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 22:39:14 (EST)

My two cents are: What dream? Your dream, that's supposed to be something that might happen but probably won't. Something that comes with the ticket, that's doesn't count as a dream.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 21:35:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Lying on the beach in Rio, my toe won't hurt. Maybe some beautiful Brazilian babe in a thong will come and sit astride me and ask me if my toe is OK. One can dream.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 20:54:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Was down at REI yesterday and looked at the Telemark skis and the Telemark bindings, and the Telemark boots. Shit, they've got all sorts of neat new high-tech Telemark stuff, but I said to myself, so what, I'll never Telemark again, but at least my toe doesn't hurt, what got munched all up by the Telemarking back in the '90's. So, today, I'm walking down the aisles of the hardware store, looking for some cable stops for the SVO, just meandering down the aisles, and my toe says, "I'm fucked, I hurt for no reason, you can't walk normal on me, you damn sure can't Telemark, the podiatric surgery fix has shot its wad, I hurt, I'm going to hurt you until the undertaker comes you sorry bastard, get used to it." Shit. Fuck skiing, I'm going to go to Rio and lie on the beach.
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- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 20:52:05 (EST)

My two cents are: The reason I quit and will never come back is that pseudo-liberal asshole who keeps using the n-word. It reminds me of George Harrison talking about how Otis Redding was a "spade cat" back in '67. Makes me puke.
Ermet Erighen
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 20:46:39 (EST)

My two cents are: So, did anyone download Marcia Ball doing "Louisiana 1927"? She plays it just about note for note like Randy Newman, which is odd for such a great stride/boogie piano player, and she sings through this heavy reverb, like the 8th grade graduation rendition of "When You Walk Through A Storm". You'd think it would be really corny, but it ain't, Jackson. It be down.
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- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 20:43:28 (EST)

My two cents are: So what? For every quitter, 2 more will rise up! Maybe not immediately, but you can take that baby to the frigging bank! It will always be a minimum of 22. That's 22 liberals! I hope Pete took THAT into his calculation. 27 total, with the Gang of Five Troglos. And Harlan is the only one with the nerve to defend Bush. Back when this page was about Whackogate, there was no shortage of intelligent defense of President Clinton. Why will no one defend president* Snippy?
in for the duration!
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 19:44:35 (EST)

My two cents are: It's the Dream Team, all right. Glint, Pete and the crynic, with L.G. and Harlan St Wolf coming off the bench. I'm tired of being Bulgy Whale. I fucking quit!
Forgot my number, but I have one
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 19:18:16 (EST)

My two cents are: You can't be cruel to a man who feels nothing.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 18:29:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, I get it. It's cruelty time.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 18:23:32 (EST)

My two cents are: That's just Glint, you fool. He doesn't bring down ornaments, he brings down the family heirloom 4-X lamb-membrane prophylactic and washes it off in the sink, rolls it up and goes out looking. Looking for a Christmas party down in the bars along Third Avenue, hoping one of the local skanks has had one too many and is pulling the train in the washroom, all curled up in possum position. Myrt's corn-bob tree-topper ain't coming down from the attic until Pa has had his way, until he rolls home with the languid smile of a spent astronomer on the old calabash. The possum hunt comes first, and not until then does Old Home Week commence at the House on Bare Knob.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 18:21:35 (EST)

My two cents are: And it's not Christmas, not time for giving. People are always jumping the gun on Christmas. They should wait until two or three days before, then bring down the lights and the plastic roof Santa and the special tree-top ornament that Aunt Myrt made out of cobs and sent COD railway express thinking you must miss the little sod house on the prairie. There's plenty of time for Christmas. Don't use it all up in late fall when all the leaves haven't even turned.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 18:16:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Always has to be one of those. So, even though there was no wind, I took the tarp off and admired the boat. Especially the place where the new copper cutwater has turned green where I ammoniated it. But I guess the only one who might feel the necessity to attack my admiration is the same guy who fell over when he moved up to the 20-pound weights and is still pinned under them, waiting for the old lady to come back from the Chinese chick's and roll them off.
Captain Schlursun
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 18:11:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Big Red Will Be Backkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!
Furlin Bode
Pinched Loaf, NE - Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 17:54:44 (EST)

My two cents are: I feel generous. It's Christmas. Time for giving. Think I'll give away my jism to the poor. Where's the possum poking line end, by the way?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 17:14:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Possum position? Where's the line start?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 16:52:16 (EST)

My two cents are: 12 never died. Playing possum.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 16:49:34 (EST)

My two cents are: The Buffsters lost? How can it be? Doesn't that drop them into the 18 to 29 bracket? And speaking of credible sports, where the hell did Roller Derby go?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 16:48:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course yesterday the Buffies were exposed as the frauds they are. Life is good.
Tim Riley, Notre Dame '73
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 16:12:21 (EST)

My two cents are: No, it's Clinton's fault. The team fell apart because of the past rapes, barfights, assaults and drunk driving. Throughout the 90s, this team was largely composed of steroid-mad violent criminals. This, like Enron, can be traced directly to Clinton's trickle down amorality. Besides that, the Cornholers are slow and boring and have been for years. It's about time the ratings and other programs got hip to this. Fuck the Cornholers and every other rogue program. College football is the least credible of all televised sports. Good riddance to this brand of "football" and the felons who practice it.
Tim Riley, Notre Dame '73
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 16:08:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Imagine a place where in two short years a collegiate football dynasty has been magically transformed into a 7-6 team. A place where countless fans are hopeless, many of them not seeing a Big 12 championship in the past 24 months. Ranking in the coaches and media polls is steadily decreasing and children go to bed knowing that Herbie lost again. This is the America we all live in. Back when the economy was booming, a Big Red losses on the gridiron were unimaginable.
Knee-jerking Liberals would probably blame Bush
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 15:56:04 (EST)

My two cents are: "Banished from France forever."
How come Kissinger doesn't have to go to fucking frog heaven??
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 15:45:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, I've had enough of this rabbit hole.
just too full of wonder
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 15:29:58 (EST)

My two cents are: It's true, too true. I'm outta here! You'll never have 4 or 5 of 22 to kick around anymore!
Captain Hyperbole
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 14:51:14 (EST)

My two cents are: It was the mordant wit of L.G. that done me in. I'm out of here. Find yourself another pinata, troglos!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 14:04:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Actually down to 20. 12 died. Remember?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:40:47 (EST)

My two cents are: So it's down to 21?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:32:42 (EST)

My two cents are: As a liberal, I have to say that I am quitting this site and never coming back. The right-wingers are just too strong here. They keep scoring too many points. It hurts my self-esteem to get pounded like this. Sayonara, you evil bastards. Go ahead and beat up on the fools who stay to be the butt of your devastating humor. I'm out.
Over. Done. Never again.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:31:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Since when is keeping your boy's ass out of combat treason? If it weren't for keeping your ass out of combat, there would be no Republican Party as we know it. Who would there be to stay home and monger war?
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- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:28:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Dad Robertson, the senator, took Pat seriously. Got him off a ship headed for Korea. Treason is serious, ain't it?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:25:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Does somebody take Pat Robertson seriously? Pat Robertson? Grandpa Robertson? Ma Robertson? Who?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:20:29 (EST)

My two cents are: No, it's only the near-hookerly-unlikeable religious-fringe nut cases like Pat Robertson and Rushie-poo who take themselves seriously. Which is hysterical.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 13:09:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Why is it that the only people who take the Pat Robertson and the religious-fringe nut cases seriously are hysterical left-wingers?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 10:16:25 (EST)

My two cents are: What is wrong with those people in Louisiana? Didn't the president go down there and tell them that America needs that nasty bitch in the senate? Bunch of frogs and crackers, if you ask me. Not Americans at all.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 10:15:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Looks like a nice day to go sailing, except there's no wind.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 10:13:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, Henry the K's peace, along with a high lottery number, were peace enough for this warrior boy.
Pete�
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 10:04:05 (EST)

My two cents are: The audacity to hand out Nobel peace prizes to stupid jerks? No, I don't think it's that. Kissinger was never stupid-- it's just that his contribution to peace consisted of six years of bloodletting, losing war carried out for the purpose of pretending to look as if he was retreating in good order. When his peace finally came, it consisted of an unorganized stampede to get out with your ass and your gold teeth, kick the next guy out of the chopper. What were those crazy liberal Norwegians thinking of?
Henry the Peaceful
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 09:56:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Shee-it, that's nothing... every mongrel race on the planet is finding a bunch of nasty, vindictive, tight-assed, hypocritical American nouveau-fascist imperialists unlikeable.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 09:47:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Wow, who would have thought that a bunch of nasty, vindictive, tight-assed, hypocritical Bible-thumpers would be thought of as unlikeable? These are weird times, man.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 09:45:38 (EST)

My two cents are: WASHINGTON -- The American Family Association, a far right lobbying group in Washington, released results from a recent survey that shows mainstream Americans see evangelical Christians as one of the least likeable groups in the country. Small wonder Researchers from the Barna survey asked respondents how they felt about evangelicals, born-again Christians, ministers, and other groups of people in society. According to the survey, evangelicals came in tenth out of eleven, narrowly beating out prostitutes.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 08:17:36 (EST)

My two cents are: No bonuses for jobless, hungry By Jill Nelson Imagine a place where in two short years a budget surplus has been magically transformed into a deficit. A place where millions of people are jobless, many of them laid off in the past 24 months. Homelessness is steadily increasing, millions of children go to bed hungry and terrorists have recently attacked, killing thousands. Then imagine that this country's king decides to deny government workers scheduled raises and new government workers civil service protection, but confers upon the appointed members of his court bonuses of up to $25,000. This is the America we all live in. The Bush administration has quietly started awarding bonuses to political appointees, a practice abandoned during the Clinton administration � back when the economy was booming, the budget had a surplus and terrorist attacks on American soil were unimaginable. This is just the latest act of greed and insensitivity from an administration whose very legitimacy, lest we forget the 2000 election, is suspect. Add it to the growing list of outrages: undermined civil and constitutional rights, government surveillance, secret detentions without charges, fouling of the environment. That doesn't even touch on a post-9/11 foreign policy that, according to a huge survey released this week by the Pew Research Center for the People and the Press, is rapidly making the United States one of the least favorite nations of much of the world. Yet Americans, terrified of terrorists, seem unwilling to rein in a president who has little or no respect for the law of the land, the dream of democracy, or, as far as I can tell, the American people. As so many of us struggle to make ends meet, afraid that it may be our job eliminated in the next round of layoffs, Bush is using our tax dollars to award his political appointees, many of whom already make more than $100,000 a year. Exactly what have they done so well? Couldn't be the economy, justice system, environment, equal protection. The administration says many of those rewarded are involved in counter-terrorism activities. Funny; I haven't been able to find one person who feels safer now than he or she did a year ago. Frightened as Americans are of what the future holds, it's time we recognized that not only does our emperor have no clothes � he's steadily stealing ours.
USA Today--Maybe the Press 'Droids are Waking Up at Last?
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 08:11:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Henry the Toad. Banished from France forever. Forever must he settle for importing his Gigondas, his Morbiere, his Chateauneuf, his Graves . . . really you gotta feel for the poor swine.
Toad Descending a Staircase
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 08:07:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Poor Henry, after all, had to flee France to avoid prosecution for war crimes. He hasn't yet had his day in court!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 08:02:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, Dude. Just because Henry's responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent people is no reason to actually HOLD him responsible.
Reichwing Doublethink
- Sunday, December 08, 2002 at 07:49:30 (EST)

My two cents are: The audacity to hand out Nobel prizes to stupid jerks. Even to this day the practice continues.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 22:30:45 (EST)

My two cents are: They're still sore about Kissinger for some reason.
Yuckity yuck yuck!
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 22:28:23 (EST)

My two cents are:

White guys cann't kick, yes? (01) - Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 22:18:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Thank God America has bred a few good men and true, men who could rise to the occasion and save us from Terrorism. And who are these unknown and unsung heroes? Poindexter. Ashcroft. Cheney. Novak. Hannity. Citizens sleep safely unaware that a few rough men are willing to root through the garbage-cans and hard-drives of America and find out who has been naughty, who has communist leanings, who doesn't say "under God" when reciting the pledge, who might be pondering building a dirty bomb to irradiate all that is true and just and free and American. Honor them this Pearl Harbor Day, this commemoration of the sneakiest act of the era.. For they are the sneaks who will prevail, if it takes a thousand Cray computers and a thousand jack-booted thugs and a thousand personal prosecutors.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 21:31:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Check. I didn't just fall off the chinchilla truck, you know.
Harl
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 19:42:09 (EST)

My two cents are: No way should we allow Dr. Kissinger to be tried by foreign traitors. That is why we should never endorse or submit to the international kangaroo court that the Clintons and the one-worlders were pushing. Not until Dr. K has passed on to his reward. Or until he has been given total and complete immunity, like Admiral Poindexter and the rest of the Bush/Reagan/Nixon criminals. America will try her own war criminals, when she sees fit. Or not try them, like Jose Padilla. Even if our worst nightmare comes to pass and Hillary is selected president by the Supreme Court, she will not be able to pardon the traitor Padilla. Because he hasn't been charged with anything to pardon him for. And Poindexter would not allow it anyway. America will protect herself from traitors, even if they are Presidents. Hillary can do her worst, and Padilla will never walk free in the country he was on the brink of destroying.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 19:29:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Let me be reiterate. I believe Dr. Kissinger is the best choice the Bush administration could have made AND the man has not been convicted of A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G! He deserves his day in court!!!
Harl
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 19:15:21 (EST)

My two cents are: But he certainly got off on them. East Timor, too, let's not forget about that.
Captain Eros Thanatos
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 18:02:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Even with Henry, it's all about the spooge. Cambodia and Allende were just spooge-substitutes when the cute girls turned him down for dates.
Captain Masters & Johnson
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 18:01:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Now that I think on it, it was Jill St. John who threw toadlike war criminal Henry a fling he's still recalling happily, with flushed face and heavy breathing. She kissed him, but alas he remained a toad. Some things don't get better.
was shocked, now relieved
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 17:59:14 (EST)

My two cents are: No WAY Marlo Thomas pluked Henry the K. Oriana Fallaci, yes. A wild Italian, they'll pluke anything once, just out of sheer cussedness.
shocked
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 17:54:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Who was the second-string television actress he was so proud of porking? Towered over him? Marlo Thomas? Yeah, I think it was Marlow Thomas, before she met up with a real man, Phil Donahue.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 17:04:06 (EST)

My two cents are: He told Oriana Fallaci that he was a cowboy. Or damn near. Geesh, when you think about Kissinger, there are so many things that can pop into the mind.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 17:03:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Kissinger lied about sex all the time. He did it in secret, though.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 17:01:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps "the rule of law" is a term best reserved for men who don't tell the government who sucked them off and when. Poindexter merely lied about secret weapons deals and was convicted by a jury. BUT, he later got off on a technicality, as did Oliver North (although North had the gall to yammer that he had been "completely exhonerated, until he got called on it.) Abrams was pardoned by Poppy on Xmas Eve, 1992. Kissinger is merely a fugitive from justice. None of them has ever lied about sex.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:38:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Anybody need me for anything?
G. Gordon Liddy
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:23:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Poindexter? Do I have to worry about him again? I thought he was in jail.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:21:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Rule of law? Are you kidding? Who let this nut on here? Web-master!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:19:56 (EST)

My two cents are: I care about Saddam Hussein, not Kissinger. Did you know that Hussein tried to kill George Bush the First? You bet I still care about him! Forget Kissinger! This is the guy who raped all the Kuwaiti nuns! This is the guy who the whole Middle East ululates in fear when they see him. Or in admiration. Hard to tell which with these rag-heads. Only about a billion and a half of them need to die to straighten things out. Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:18:38 (EST)

My two cents are: I was free of thoughts about Kissinger, Elliot Abrams, Poindexter, Reich and all the other Republican crooks of the past. I was focusing on the current crop of criminals, when Snippy pulls them out from under the rock and puts them on the peoples' payroll again. As a diversionary tactic, it's pretty clever but it does show the administration's* disdain for the rule of law.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:16:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Who cares about Kissinger? Shit, I don't even care about Pol Pot, why worry about a small-timer like Dr. K?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:15:36 (EST)

My two cents are: It's like caring for Freddie. The guy in the hockey mask. You pound a stake through these guys' hearts, they still come back. Look at Kissinger. Representing every crooked Arab in the middle east, but won't commit it to paper, won't "divulge." This guy is OLD, and he's still fucking with us. Oh, sure, the mothers and children of the people he murdered are starting to die out themselves, and in not too many years there won't be many around who were raped or tortured because of Kissinger. And we wouldn't be caring about him, would we, except that he was taken out of the drawer to supress the story of how Bush turned his back on Clinton's plans to take out Al Quaida, wanted too much to enrich his friends by buying a missile shield, and laid the citizenry open to attack. I wouldn't be surprised if his report repeats Condaleeze, nobody had the slightest inkling that anyone would use an airplane as a bomb. Nobody! Geesh, who would have thought! Besides the guys trying to get in and brief Condi and her boss.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:13:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Look at them. Still caring about Nixon and Kissinger after all these years. Thanks for the yucks.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 16:01:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I am happy to hear that war has been averted by Saddam agreeing to fully disclose Iraq weapons of mass destruction in exchange for Dim Son's agreeing to fully disclose the US weapons of mass destruction!
whew!
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 15:55:06 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always trusted Dick Cheney. The man has been put to the test. I think becoming CEO of Halliburton stands as his greatest achievement. Imagine the competition he faced. To have won that coveted spot over droves of others with actual business experience speaks volumes. I like Dick!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 14:25:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe it's about weapons of mass destruction or maybe it's about what's good for the economy. At least for GE who produced jet engines, aircraft mounted cannons and land mines with $1.6 billion sales in 2000. Or maybe it really is weapons of mass destruction even though this country didn't seem concerned when Saddam gassed the Kurds in the 80's. Even sold Saddam arms throughout the Iraq-Iran war. We also blocked U.N. resolutions condemning Iraq. Instead blamed Iran. It all depends on one's bedfellow.
wonder in aliceland
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 14:07:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course Cheney is alive. Do you think Little Bush has the gnarlies to fire those guys in such a brutal fashion? This operation had Cheney written all over it. The only difference between this and the gulf war is that he went all the way and fired them.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 13:39:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course Cheney was alive. Do you think Halliburton would install a corpse as CEO just because he had a line to the trough?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 13:09:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe it's time for Oprah and Streisand and Jane Fonda's ex to band together and buy out Rupie Murdoch.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 13:07:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Is Cheney still alive? Was he ever?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 13:06:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe that was O'Neill's problem. He really was a successful capitalist. Didn't make it on someone else's cuff like, say, Snippy did. Guy was too rich to need to dig into the trough, meet the guys, get things on them, conspire with them, enter into the mesh, the texture of Republicanism. He was always the odd man out, describing what he saw pretty much as he saw it. When it was show-time, he said it was show-time. Who was the crazy bastard who brought him in? It was fucking Cheney! What the hell? This is getting complicated.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 13:01:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Kenny-boy? Good man. A Republican's Republican. No way he's going to accept treasury this year! Has to keep his nose clean. What good is treasury going to be for him if he has to keep his nose clean? Yeah, it's not fair, but he got dealt a shit hand and is going to have to play it.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:47:07 (EST)

My two cents are: As we packed up our gear, I asked Kissinger one last question. Something I really wanted to know. "What if the United States had allowed Vietnam to go communist after World War II?" "Wouldn't have mattered very much," Kissinger muttered. Lights off. No camera recording what he was saying. "If the Vietnam domino had fallen then, no great loss." With that he rose, stiffly, from his chair and left the room. Fifty-eight thousand Americans died in the Vietnam War -- nearly 21,000 of them during Kissinger's watch. More than 600,000 Vietnamese soldiers were killed during the Nixon-Kissinger years. No one is certain how many civilians died. And yet Kissinger had just told me that none of these deaths were necessary, from a geopolitical point of view. He is an old man now and he shows no signs of remorse. And he has never displayed a willingness to challenge the foreign policy establishment that continues to consult and flatter him. Kissinger promises a "full accounting" of the circumstances leading to the Sept. 11 tragedy and vows, "We will go where the facts lead us." But I don't know why anyone would believe him. Kissinger's specialty is the coverup. He knows where the bodies are buried, literally and figuratively, and he knows how to keep them there. And President George W. Bush knew all that when he appointed him.
60K dead, no biggie for Henry
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:46:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I noticed Kenny-Boy's not in jail. He comin' on board at Treasury?
Captain of Industry
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:29:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Back in the day, Snippy offered O'Neill's slot to Kenny-boy Lay. He declined, however, figuring he could serve his fellow man better at Enron.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:12:04 (EST)

My two cents are: They said O'Neill was canned for giving Dim Sonny advice he didn't want to hear. What advice would that have been? Good Iraq/Poland comparison, by the way. Ain't it the truth.
Captain of Industry
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:11:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Snippy went after the crooked CEO's?
doubt it
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:10:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, when a DimboCRAP says that the war will cost $200 billion, Ari can say he's a liar and the conservative media yappers can scorn and demonize him. When it's your own guy telling the truth, what are you going to do? The only answer is to get the bastard out of there, even if he is a loyal little suck-up. Loyalty gets you only so far, and it's dang sure not as far as telling the truth in a Republican administration.
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 12:09:31 (EST)

My two cents are: That bastard O'Neill kept screwing everything up by telling the truth. Same way with that other little shit they fired, the guy who told what the Iraq war would cost.
truty-telling liberal bastard traitors
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 11:18:04 (EST)

My two cents are: They fired O'Neil? Shee-it, I've got to get to my broker and buy! This is the best news Wall Street has had since Snippy went after the crooked CEO's!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 11:11:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, I thought the Bushers were going to try like hell to schedule the attack on the Arabs for today, Pearl Harbor Day. Now it turns out that we aren't even going to start building the bases in Turkey until January 15. Geesh, at this pace we won't be able to attack until almost the 2004 election!
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 11:09:15 (EST)

My two cents are: I think Glint is angling for Numero Uno of All Time, the legend. You know, like Notre Dame. Penn State and the others cloud the issue.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 11:08:44 (EST)

My two cents are: This is rhetorical, but how the hell did we get in a situation where Sis-Boom Bush is going to decide when in America's name he is going to attack a sovereign country on a pretext no better than Hitler had for going into Poland? Isn't the congress supposed to take care of this war stuff? What the hell is going on here?
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 11:06:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Numbero uno? Don't you have to win the games?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 11:03:33 (EST)

My two cents are: The Penn State reference is a sign of madness. Penn State isn't even in the Big 12, north or south. Glint somehow feels Penn State, along with Notre Dame, USC, Florida, Florida State, Miami, Ohio State, and about 5 other big time football schools, all confuse the issue and cast doubt on the American sports fan. If not for these institutes of high learning, Glint believes, we would all rise as one and proclaim the Cornholers numero uno. It's stupid, lonely work, given that no college has ever won an actual national championship.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 10:47:47 (EST)

My two cents are: It's not about Glurp. The poor bastard is used up, too many years scuffling in and out the bubble, giving his all, sweating like a coolie to make this a better America. No, he's burned himself out, it's the daughters I'm worried about. The old lady, she's probably got a retirement annuity coming from the cafeteria, she can jettison the sap and live in comfort when the time comes. It's the daughters. I see them in six years, hoofing in a line, whiskey voices, platinum bleached hair that comes out in handfuls when the Japanese tourist drunks grab at it from the bar. Looking for that rich consulting tycoon to notice them and take them away from it, take them back to the way it used to be when Clinton was President and even their bumbling calabash-faced old man could make a dollar. I can see him sacrifice himself on the alter of voodoo economics, tear his own guts open to give the rich folk what they need to stay productive; but I can't see sacrificing the daughters-- naive young buds brought up to think they were princesses just like Bar and Jenna, just like rich priledged girls, that they would sit up on the Kiwanis float waving at the crowds all their lives. I can never forgive Glit for what he's doing to the girls.
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 10:47:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Typical treasonous Republican, calling a pay cut volunteer work. I knew this would happen to those who began their adulthood during the Reagan years. These little fucks actually admired yuppies. Feh!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 10:30:56 (EST)

My two cents are: The interesting thing about Glitch is his total failure to complain about losses on the stock market, leading one to believe he hasn't had any. At least he can look forward to a chunk of change in another tax cut the next time Dim Son tries to unbalance the budget. Wait a minute. That tax cut's not a chunk of change. Well, who cares, social security will take care of him in his golden years. Wait a minute. No it won't. Shee-it.
ok, so we apologize about that un-lockbox
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 08:24:51 (EST)

My two cents are: It's just a contribution for Americorps. Or its equivalent as the case may be -- the economy, stupid. Clear overnight; temperature was 7° F. at morning twilight. Spent the night searching for peculiar galaxies of the Arp class. Now, blessed bedtime comes. Wake me up for Oklahoma-Colorado Big 12 action. (01)
Glint
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 08:06:15 (EST)

My two cents are:

The way I figure it, with the one year anniversary yesterday, I've put in about 2,000 inside the bubble working - with a pay cut - to get the economy rolling again. Granted, there's work to do. The unemployment numbers are up in both the macroscopic an microscopic perspectives. So I might have to put in another 1,000 or so. - Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 08:00:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush sibling Marvin is positioned to do very well in high-tech activities as a result of provisions of the Patriot Act.
all in the family
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 02:18:37 (EST)

My two cents are: One thing I'm happy about. A GOP administration like the Snipper's doesn't allow any jack-booted thugs to infest the governemtnt. Everyone is free, and all the government does is guarantee our liberty, and fight off any threats to it. No more snooping into our affairs, no more trying to run our lives from Washington. It's almost worth the economic disaster of a Republican administration just to have the guarantee of liberty and reduced power of the federal government.
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 00:47:28 (EST)

My two cents are: In two years, Snippy will be sitting in a corner hooked to a catheter and babbling about smoking Osama out of his hole and catching him dead or alive. Ashcroft will be head of the Supreme Court, presiding over Colin Powell's trial for treason. Dick Cheney will be President for Life, ruling the country from an iron lung in an undisclosed location. Glint can come back down from his 2000 hours of wanking in the observatory just in time to see everybody get rich again. Shit, it has to happen. The fiscal conservatives are in the saddle.
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 00:40:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe this is Glint's road to Damascus. Maybe the scales will fall from his eyes. But no. Never happen. I used to think there were the makings of a true liberal somewhere in that sack of shit, but no more. Been disappointed too many times. Now he's babbling about Penn State for some reason that will never be explained. George Bush has three fingers and a big toe up the poor bastard's ass and he doesn't even know it. He's being eaten from the inside like a caterpiller carrying wasp eggs. The only thing he can use now is an excuse, something to tell the girls. At least Bush has given him that much. Tell them you're answering the call, Glint, and off to put in your 2000 hours at AmeriCorps with Phil Gramm and the others. Tell them they'll have to shift for themselves for a couple of years. Then go hide in the observatory.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 00:33:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Sheeit, I can't believe it. The sap went to work for an outfit that sponsors PBS shows. What was he thinking? Too many years inside the bubble addled his pate. Don't think he's ever going to make it on the outside. Poor bastard is going to have to hope Al Gore takes over and puts him back on Easy Street where he belongs. He's not ready for the long cold night of a Republican administration. Makes him feel just a little, you know, off. Does your heart bleed the way mine does?
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- Saturday, December 07, 2002 at 00:21:32 (EST)

My two cents are:

Definitely more than three people. Four or five in our department alone. Others in various centers of the blue vote. But what does one expect from a company that is a proud sponsor of PBS programming. I cannot even find comfort in the thought that the Director is a Penn Stater. - Friday, December 06, 2002 at 23:47:15 (EST)

My two cents are: O' Neill went out on a stop-loss order when the unemployment rate hit six percent. Wow, what an intervention! Thanks, Dim Son! Everything will be so much better now Paul's gone. How long will it take unemployed Republicans to realize they miss all that democratic peace and prosperity? Pride goeth before a fall? Sorta?
Captain of Industry
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 22:53:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, the new so-called tax cut IS pretty damn funny. Give us your moron something hundred useless refund bucks, while screwing us out of stock-market thousands; spend everything in the treasury, and then start two wars to spend some more. Pass a balanced budget amendment to the constitution while you're at it. Please.
Blame Dirty Bushists
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 22:46:36 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll have to download some Yanni after I finish Marcia Ball, Lou Ann Barton and Norah Jones.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 22:18:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Was he ever gone?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 22:17:13 (EST)

My two cents are: This is all well and good, I suppose, for Glint. But the question remains, what the deal with Yanni? He's back, you know.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 22:02:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, the economy is fucked up, what can I say? The thing to do is fire everybody and pass a tax cut. That old Republican magic is finally going to flower into good times for everybody. Or at least we'll have a repeat of its failure in the Reagan years and the first two Snippy years. And who knows? Maybe three is the magic number!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 21:15:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey I understand. If I were you, I'd fire me too. Good luck in the future. Much obliged. KABOOM?
doubt it
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 20:12:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint, I know you're probably a big second amendment guy, but my guess is you don't own guns. Let me put it another way: You don't own any guns by any chance, do you Glint?
Concerned
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 20:06:56 (EST)

My two cents are: It's tough to watch good friends, people you've gotten to know over a period of months, get called in for "special training." Do they all take this bait? Don't the sharp ones refuse to drink the koolaid? Or, are they all sedated? What's in the beer?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 20:02:04 (EST)

My two cents are: It all makes me feel sort of off, if you know what I mean. (01)
Glint
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:58:12 (EST)

My two cents are: This is good for Glint. He rode the Clinton gravy train like a champ and always figured he did it by himself. It's just MK writ large. In the end, Glint is just another smug chump with a nice hobby and some major "issues." TINSTAFB. There is no such thing as free beer.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:56:46 (EST)

My two cents are: "Is it true that there are no conservatives in failing companies, the way there are no atheists in fox-holes?" No. Happily enough, that is not true. There are always the few, the confused, the rubes, who will say, "Hey, I understand. If I were you, I'd fire me too. Good luck in the future. Much obliged." You keep a guy like that on till the bitter end. You monitor, and perhaps get a little misty -- Nah!, when he posts to web sites about feeling just a tad off because yet another level of his supervision got some "special training." Hell, these guys seem to have a mordant sense of humor. Maybe that's why he stays while others vaporize.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:42:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, why not chuck it and ask the crynic if you can be a change boy at the laundromat? Fall back on your network. Maybe Pete needs someone to rub ammonia on his gutters. What about that cop who served ravioli and worked games on weekends? Maybe the retired banker needs someone to rake leaves or spy on the people across the street. There are a million ways out of this. You've just got to call in your markers.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:41:15 (EST)

My two cents are: It's comforting to know your technical skills allow you to be one of the last to be "escorted out" by the goons. The goons, of course, are always the last to go. They usually contract out for that task. Ah, but who cares? Glint won't be around for that.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:34:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Is it true that there are no conservatives in failing companies, the way there are no atheists in fox-holes? Let's watch and see what happens to Glint's weltenshaung here. If he has the heart to keep posting.
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- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:31:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Sure, Glint, ride it as long as you can, but understand the ferris wheel stops when you reach the top. You can either take the humiliating way of getting down, or leave now. Why stick around and lick booty for the chump change?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:29:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, Glint has nothing to worry about. He's one of the few who made it through. He has a glorious future in the company. He's made it through the Day of the Long Knives and is ready to roll. I'll bet he's got a grin on his face as wide as Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:27:44 (EST)

My two cents are: At a time like this, it must be nice to know you got home-folks squatting back in the cornfields.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:24:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, Glint may be fucked for now. But if he ever does make any money again, he won't have to pay as much income tax on it.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:22:52 (EST)

My two cents are: When you walk through a storm, keep your head held high, and don't be afraid of the axe... Don't listen to whoever this pessimistic bastard is, Glirt. The girls need a Christmas, and you're no good a carving home-made presents our of soap and spliced cable. You need those paychecks so you can go down to Rite-Aid and buy every kind of rhinestone they have. Don't let them learn about the evil side, not this early. There will be plenty of time for scuffling, but put it off, make it come later. Don't make them peroxide their hair and put on the net stockings just yet. One last nice Christmas. Make them feel like the Bush Twins themselves, the princesses of the tax cut. Hang on Glit, dig those fingernails into the dirt. Ride it as long as you can.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:20:42 (EST)

My two cents are: The saddest part was when he posted, "Feeling just a little off here today. (01)" so innocently. Awww. A little off, eh? And you wonder why the keep him on. geesh
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:12:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, Glip, if you still had confidence in your ability to sell yourself as a consultant you could just hit the road in solidarity with the jettisoned ones. Don't let the though creep into your mind, though. It's dog eat dog out there now. Republican administration. You've got to pinch it 'til the eagle grins. A lot of lower-level employees have come through down-sizings smelling like roses. A lot have come through smelling like cadavers, but you're not one of those, the Good Lord willing.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:11:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know if I'd want to be around next Friday when The Turk announces a "beer bust." Something tells me they give you one for the road. Period.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:09:55 (EST)

My two cents are: How cruel not to tell Glint he'll be off a week before Xmas ANYWAY - or something almost identical. Give up, Glint. Or, leave them before they send you packing. I told MK the same thing...but no.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:07:40 (EST)

My two cents are: The bogus special training session was a stroke of genius. Shows these guys at the very top know what they're doing and how to do it. Eichmann didn't use it on the Jews because he was raised a fool. Get them all together in a room with direct access to the street, hand out the slips, and show them the door. They can come in individually next week under security escort to clean out their desks and get their Christmas card lists off their hard-disks. The last thing we want to do is let them leave with dignity. The remaining staff should be relieved that they have been spared, and it shouldn't be clouded by direct unsupervised contact and the sympathy it would arouse. Keep only the obsequious ones and keep them guessing. This is a business, not a goddam charity.
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- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 19:06:41 (EST)

My two cents are: I think you should work harder, Glint, not less. Think of it as earning the beer. If you slack off now, you'll be out the door about a week before Christmas. 'Tis the season and all. Put your nose to the grindstone. It might be a good idea to volunteer to stand guard over the modems on Christmas day. You want to be seen as a can-do hardworking guy with no beefs. And remember, don't make eye contact with anyone over you on the org chart, or what's left of it. They'll think you're proud and want more.
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- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 18:59:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Three? They laid off only three? I thought the guy had multitudes of minions! Sounds like it was only a handful. Hell, he's so far down the food chain he'll keep the job forever, if he has to pick up the janitor's load along with everything else.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 18:51:03 (EST)

My two cents are: It's over, Glint. The ride, that is. Can't you smell the odor of rotten fish? They don't set up pink slip "special training" if they have any intention of retaining anything ressembling a a loyal motivated work force. This thing is kaput. You've got to know this. Any place planning for the long haul would be massaging this, buttering up those they planned to say Hi to five months from now. My advice is, don't work. Do nothing. Hard work during this time is not in your self-interest or anybody else's but your cold puppet masters. Don't play the game. You've already lost enough. I'd call this an MK Moment.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 18:50:31 (EST)

My two cents are: So, Glint, have they offered you a raise, seeing as how you'll be doing the "work" of three? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 18:32:22 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm about ready to bail right now, try something new. This dot.com crap is getting to be a losing proposition. Thank God I didn't hang on to those options. Got enough to buy a grenade factory or something.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 17:35:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Look hard and you might see more on the down side. Picking up the slack is just the old gag of firing the expensive people and making the cheap people like you work harder. Often this comes right before we sack the cheap people too. All we want to do is keep the free beer flowing until we can con some poor sap into buying the enterprise. So we'll call it restructuring, keep a few dweebs around to dust the modems, and put the whole worthless operation on the block. Sure, the beer has us hemhorraging dollars, but with the holidays we won't have to do it every Friday and if we don't find a sucker we're dead by the new year anyway.
MBA, Harvard
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 17:28:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Call Mr. Plow, that's my name.
that name again was Mr. Plow
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 17:17:10 (EST)

My two cents are:

The VP's on vacation this week, but there is circumstantial evidence (which I am not at liberty to discuss) that he might have been booted too. The good news is that would mean extra headroom in the form of no supervision for at least three levels above. Down side is picking up the responsible slack left by the sudden departure of those below. <> At least it's clear out tonight. - Friday, December 06, 2002 at 17:16:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Treasury Secretary Paul O'Neill's feeling a little off, too. Did it take Dim Son this long to figure out he'd totally trashed the previously vibrant US economy he'd inherited from the Greatest? Is O'Neill a scapegoat, or can't he stand the Moron Years either?
Where O Where Have Peace and Prosperity Gone?
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 17:11:38 (EST)

My two cents are:

Feeling just a little off here today. (01) - Friday, December 06, 2002 at 16:48:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Disguising weasel felons and war criminals as patriots, selling utter economic failure as success, okeydokey, yep, that's the Bushist propaganda machine--madly cranking out Bushist bullshit. Shameless deceit: I mean, Christ, look at putting the felon Poindexter in charge of snoopery. Yo, dudes and dudettes. We loves Big Brother!
George Orwell
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 16:23:06 (EST)

My two cents are: What's with Snippy firing his economic team when the economy is humming along, according to Rubin Bubble?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 15:28:38 (EST)

My two cents are: in the final days before the war started on January 9, the Pentagon insisted that not only was Saddam Hussein not withdrawing from Kuwait - he was - but that he had 265,000 troops poised in the desert to pounce on Saudi Arabia. The Pentagon claimed to have satellite photographs to prove it. Thus, the waverers and anti-war protesters were silenced. We now know from declassified documents and satellite photographs taken by a Russian commercial satellite that there were no Iraqi troops poised to attack Saudi. At the time, no one bothered to ask for proof. No one except Jean Heller, a five-times nominated Pulitzer prize-winning journalist from the St Petersburg Times in Florida, who persuaded her bosses to buy two photos at $1,600 each from the Russian commercial satellite, the Soyuz Karta. Guess what? No massing troops. "You could see the planes sitting wing tip to wing tip in Riyadh airport," Ms Heller says, "but there wasn't was any sign of a quarter of a million Iraqi troops sitting in the middle of the desert." So what will the fake satellite pictures show this time: a massive chemical installation with Iraqi goblins cooking up anthrax?
lying traitor limey
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:49:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Beer keep from asking raise. Drunk. Asking raise fired. Drink, not ask.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:13:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Asian drunk easy. Not drink. If Japan, drink, not Chinese here. Like Swede, but worse.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:11:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Think have drank too much. Drop pronoun.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:09:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Think genetic difference? What do think is?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:06:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Think caucasians consume lots. Think asians not so much. Genetics.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:04:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Really think that? OK, think so too.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:03:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:02:46 (EST)

My two cents are: I think consume (hic) lots...
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:02:16 (EST)

My two cents are:

How much beer do think we consume in one Friday? - Friday, December 06, 2002 at 14:00:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Maybe if they didn't hand out free beer all the time they'd have enough to pay the dead wood.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 12:33:24 (EST)

My two cents are: How can you work twice as hard at dusting modems?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 12:31:46 (EST)

My two cents are: The thing to do is fire the high-priced old-timers and make the newcomers work twice as hard. If they complain, give them free beer.
Feng Wu-- The Art of War
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 12:29:14 (EST)

My two cents are: If they had given the Enron employees free beer, nobody would have squealed, nobody would have ever figured out that the company was a sham, all the frauds would have paid off, and the economy would be in good shape. Of course, they could have got the same result just by being nicer to Senator Jeffords when they had the chance.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 12:26:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Free beer is the opiate of the troglodyte class.
Carl Marks
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 12:24:22 (EST)

My two cents are:

We were cheated out of our beer last Friday here in Gore country. Used Thanksgiving as an excuse not to give us our free beer. How un-American can you get? - Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:59:07 (EST)

My two cents are: Bullshit! Ronald Reagan got eight years out of voodoo economics, the chimp act, and bullshit he wasn't even capable of thinking up himself but read off cards. If a turkey like that can pull eight years by doing nothing, Little George should be able to get that much by wagging the dog!
typical liberal liars should be shot
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:28:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Yup, that's the great thing about a Republican government. Lack of substance lasts only a few years, and unless you can find some new chimera to promote the screwed citizen will wake up and vote for somebody else. This one is so bad that even a lot of troglodytes are getting screwed and may wake up to it.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:24:42 (EST)

My two cents are: There was the looting, but there were also Friends of George all over the economy looting publicly owned companies and gutting the value of "retirement" accounts and putting markets into a general slide by giddily coming out into the open and thinking that the administration could somehow disguise weasels as patriots.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:22:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, the Republicans looting the treasury didn't help, either.
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- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:18:54 (EST)

My two cents are: I think it was the year that picked what would happen in the cold and in the warm. Your problem is being in a business that has only bells and whistles to sell because the underlying need is filled with an 8086 and a 300-baud modem.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:18:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, but there's free beer on Friday! Yippee! Go for the gusto!
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- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:15:39 (EST)

My two cents are:

It's a dark day in the bubble today. They invited selected employees to a special "training" session and handed out walking papers. Lost my immediate upper the Director and my right hand man. On top of that today's my one year anniversary. I picked a fine time to come in from the cold and into the belly of the bubble. - Friday, December 06, 2002 at 11:09:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Grounded A federal agency confirms that it maintains an air-travel blacklist of 1,000 people. Peace activists and civil libertarians fear they're on it. - - - - - - - - - - - - By Dave Lindorff Nov. 15, 2002 | Barbara Olshansky was at a Newark International Airport departure gate last May when an airline agent at the counter checking her boarding pass called airport security. Olshansky was subjected to a close search and then, though she was in view of other travelers, was ordered to pull her pants down. The Sept. 11 terrorist attacks may have created a new era in airport security, but even so, she was embarrassed and annoyed. Perhaps one such incident might've been forgotten, but Olshansky, the assistant legal director for the left-leaning Center for Constitutional Rights, was pulled out of line for special attention the next time she flew. And the next time. And the next time. On one flight this past September from Newark to Washington, six members of the center's staff, including Olshansky, were stopped and subjected to intense scrutiny, even though they had purchased their tickets independently and had not checked in as a group. On that occasion, Olshansky got angry and demanded to know why she had been singled out. "The computer spit you out," she recalls the agent saying. "I don't know why, and I don't have time to talk to you about it." Olshansky and her colleagues are, apparently, not alone. For months, rumors and anecdotes have circulated among left-wing and other activist groups about people who have been barred from flying or delayed at security gates because they are "on a list." But now, for the first time, a spokesman for the new Transportation Security Administration has acknowledged that the government has a list of about 1,000 people who are deemed "threats to aviation" and not allowed on airplanes under any circumstances. And in an interview with Salon, the official suggested that Olshansky and other political activists may be on a separate list that subjects them to strict scrutiny but allows them to fly.
fascist bushist nazi tactics
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 08:10:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Somebody in Michigan invented a device that's secretly sweeping the Red States of Bush country, known as the WX34 spooge-remover, the perfect solution for spoogeheads, except that most of them have their heads so full of Clinton's spooge that they haven't figured out why it is that they can't think about anything else.
geesh
- Friday, December 06, 2002 at 07:28:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Plus, the city tax collector has nothing to do with passports. You were taken for a ride. Probably a faux tax collector.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 23:34:50 (EST)

My two cents are: But what about me? No consulate in this burg.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 23:25:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyway, I thought you could get like a 3 month visa or something without having to pin down the details.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 21:41:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Okay, I'll cruise up there week after next for a night. We can nail this thing down, then contact the others from The 22 who want to come. Make that The 17.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 21:40:26 (EST)

My two cents are: The greaser is always last. The greaser will wait. The greaser has nothing but time.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 21:09:19 (EST)

My two cents are: But you don't get the visa until you know when it's for. Got to talk to white men, then the greaser. The greaser is last.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 21:00:24 (EST)

My two cents are: You go down to the consulate and talk to the greaser. Look it up in the phone book.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 20:59:00 (EST)

My two cents are: So, how do I get a visa without me having to google it myself?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 20:13:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Mendo bud?
no doubt
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 20:04:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Absolutely ring?
doubt it
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 20:03:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Interesting, huh? Once again, Clinton was right, absolutely ring. In his recent talk before a paltry crowd of 200 Dem. leaders, he said in times such as this, voters prefer someone who appears strong, but is wrong over someone who appears weak, but is right. Knowing Clinton, he had the results of this poll days before he gave his talk. How else could he be right?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 20:01:29 (EST)

My two cents are: A NYT poll that has majority of the people approving of Bush but disapproving of his policies. Interesting.
wonder in aliceland
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 19:45:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, all Padilla has to do is tell everything he knows. So far he hasn't, but over many years in isolation, he will. Patience is a virtue.
Harl
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 18:58:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, I read the thing about secret messages too. Personally, I've got to wonder just how much juice this Padilla has in the Al Qaeda organization and if he was even trained in giving secret messages. I mean, sure the guy is guilty of pondering on dirty bombs, but aren't we all?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:57:10 (EST)

My two cents are: George Bush = BONEHEAD
so there
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:52:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, check this out on Padilla: the way I heard it, Ashcroft's boys said they shouldn't let him talk to a lawyer because terrorists are trained to pass messages through discussion with innocent third parties. Like, Padilla was going to get the message out to Osama that there is no mayo on the baloney sandwiches in the brig. Mara Liason could forward it with her eyebrows. Why is it that the only people who take the Padilla threat and Al Sharpton seriously are hysterical right-wingers?
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- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:50:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Why is it that only hysterical right-wingers take Al Sharpton seriously?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:46:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, what's this?? I read where some liebral judge ruled Padilla, The Dirtybomber, is entitled to speak to his lawyer. And you wonder why we're losing this war!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:33:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Actually, what makes that picture terroristic like a middle eastern terrorist, is I DON'T look like a hippy. Hair not real long. Beard, but not a shaggy one. It's more the darkness of the hair and beard and the general swarthiness that comes from polaroid passport photos. In summation, it appears to be a picture of a possible middle easterner, NOT an American hippy. You've got to understand, this was 1982 and there were no actual hippies, or even many people who looked like the hippies of the past, except maybe in Heartland where news travels real slow.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:30:35 (EST)

My two cents are: " 'The one on my passport 20 years ago wouldn't get me through security these days. Too terroristic, dontcha know.' LOL Longhaired hippy with a beard? I bet you looked like a middle eastern terrorist. I can picture it." Anonymous. - Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 14:50:16 (EST). Well, duh, you dumb cluck. Let's go through this. I say the old passport picture was too terroristic. Then you say, "I bet you looked a middle eastern terrorist. I can picture it." Now it's my turn, okay? Hey, now that you mention it, the picture DID look too terroristic. Kinda like a middle eastern terrorist, as a matter of fact. The ball's in your court.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 16:21:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Bill Clinton = ALPHA JISMHEAD
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 15:16:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Who will the Dims rap on Saturday? Has Clinton stayed away from Lousisiana? (01)
Glint
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 15:16:18 (EST)

My two cents are:

[Maybe God did talk to him] Sharpton raps Clinton for election losses Steve Miller THE WASHINGTON TIMES Published 12/5/2002 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bill Clinton failed to lead the Democratic Party during last month's midterm elections, the Rev. Al Sharpton said yesterday, and the former president is now compounding the party's poor showing by blaming others. "For him to say that the Democrats failed to bring out a message is wrong," Mr. Sharpton said in an interview with The Washington Times. "He was the messenger, he was the one out there and helped run the campaign, him and [Democratic National Committee Chairman] Terry McAuliffe. So how can he give an objective opinion with his subjective involvement?" Mr. Clinton said in a speech Tuesday to the Democratic Leadership Council that the Democratic Party lost the midterm elections because its candidates could not convince voters they could handle national security, and that the party was perceived as weak in the face of terrorism. The former president campaigned almost nonstop in the final weeks leading up to the election, stumping for candidates in person and recording telephone endorsements for others. "I respectfully disagree with him," Mr. Sharpton said of Mr. Clinton's speech. "He should have been out there making the case for security. It was him who should have delivered that message." He added that Mr. Clinton, who was famously described as the "first black president" by author Toni Morrison, was actually "the first beige president. If I run, I will be the first black president." Mr. Sharpton, 48, is exploring a presidential bid and will announce his intentions early next year. He said the wholesale losses suffered by the Democratic Party in last month's elections revealed a weakened party that needs him. "The Democratic Party has moved away from its base and the philosophy that it has used in the past," he said. He noted that the last 12 years have produced prodigious victories for Republicans, including the retaking of Congress in 1994 as well as winning back the Senate last month. "These guys who have been leading have failed," Mr. Sharpton said. "The analysis that you get from them is that they cannot afford to alienate the white male vote. They don't have it anyway. And for years they have been saying that we can't run off the swing voters. They aren't coming. They need to wake up and realize that the swing voter is not going to swing their way." The last Democratic president to win a majority of the white male vote was Lyndon Johnson in 1964. Mr. Sharpton said if he decides to run for president, he will be able to draw heavily on the votes of the working class and minorities, "all of whom did not turn out" in November's elections. "I can get white voters. I got white voters when I ran for Senate, I got dairy farmers, I got all kinds of people. I've been moving all over the country for the last two years, talking to people. The [Democratic Party] is underestimating our impact." As a the first black U.S. Senate candidate in New York, Mr. Sharpton in 1992 received 27 percent of the overall vote in the Democratic primary; he won 90 percent of the black vote. He also ran for mayor of New York City in 1997, surprising many, even local Democratic Party leaders, by receiving 32 percent of the vote in the Democratic primary. He has solicited financial support for his exploratory campaign from several well-heeled contributors, including Percy Sutton, a New York civil rights lawyer; Earl Graves Jr., founder and publisher of Black Enterprise magazine; and Robert Johnson, founder of Black Entertainment Television. Today Mr. Sharpton will deliver his first urban policy speech in Salt Lake City at the National League of Cities Conference. The highlight of that speech will be a proposal to spend $250 billion over five years on infrastructure revamping, a project he said would infuse the private sector with jobs and money. - Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 15:00:48 (EST)

My two cents are: "The one on my passport 20 years ago wouldn't get me through security these days. Too terroristic, dontcha know." LOL Longhaired hippy with a beard? I bet you looked like a middle eastern terrorist. I can picture it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 14:50:16 (EST)

My two cents are: W's Wag the Dawg War. W wasting taxpayer money and American lives to gain approval from his Mommy and Daddy. W appointing felons and war criminals to high positions to please Daddy and Mommy. Which personality disorder is that?
All About the Dirty Bushes
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 13:54:27 (EST)

My two cents are: [email protected]? You mean with all this poor girl has had to go through, she wasn't able to get her own name on Yahoo without having to add a number? Some other halima abacha got there first? Life just isn't fair.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 13:29:24 (EST)

My two cents are: So, the inspectors are going to plant weapons of mass destruction?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 13:27:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Make no mistake about it, Saddam is going down. The inspectors WILL find weaponry of massive destruction. You can take that to the bank. You ever wonder how the police always find drugs on a perp when they search for them? Hint, hint. Figure it out, demoncraps!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 13:20:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Miss Abacha should bake the cornbread herself and spend less time surfing the net.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 13:03:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Where can I send the corn bread to, Abacha?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 12:34:14 (EST)

My two cents are: How long has it been since Little George started blustering about Iraq? Big talk, no action.
Hiding Behind UN Skirts
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 09:15:05 (EST)

My two cents are: You can say that, again, Kalima! How are things in kano kano?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 09:02:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Hi, I am miss Halima Abacha, duagther of Nigeria's former head of state; Late General Sani Abacha, whose sudden death occurred on the 8th of June 1998. Since my my father died, I have been thrown into a state of utter confusion, frustration and hopelessness by the present civilian administration. The security agents in the country have subjected me to physical and psychological torture.. I am hopeless with my present faith. You must have heard over the media reports on the recovery of various sums of money deposited by my late father with various security firms. Some companies willingly gave up their own secret and disclosed our money confidently lodged there, or many, outright blackmail. Infact the total sum discovered by the government so far is in the tune of $700 Million USD and they are not relenting to make our family poor for life. I came in contact with your name and address in a website and would want to have good confidence in you as I view you to be a responsible personality. I have no doubt about your capacity and goodwill to assist me in receiving into your custody( for safety) the sum of $15.3 Million USD willed and deposited safely in my favour by my late father, and he kept this money for me and my husband when ever i get married, but as of now am single and will graduate soon from the university and am 22years old, want to get married with an outsider who will know all about married, i contact you so that we will discuse futher and what next to do,and i send this to you no other person becuase i read your comment and discover you as the right person to live with for a long time of life and i love your name. This money is currently kept in Safe Deposit Box (SDB) at a security firm,as it is legally required, the administration of my late fathers property is under the authority of the family's Lawyer (Attorney)Barrister Frederick Alade William (SAN) The investigative teams set up by my government have submitted their report after freezing almost all our account. Fortunately, our family lawyer had secretly protected the personal will of my father from the notice of the investigators and have strictly advised me that this money should be to an overseas account of any trust worthy but ANNONYMOUS foreign family friend without delay, for security reasons. All my traveling papers have been seized by the government thereby preventing me from traveling and all the local and international outfit of our business empire seized. This sum of money is my only hope to stay alive. I have therefore agreed to compensate your goodself with 30% of the total deposit when you finally receive the deposit box from the security firm and lodged in your account and 60% will be invested in any business you deem fit with, 10% will be for the expenses we made for transaction. They have equally guaranteed 100% risk-freeand smooth transfer. it is imperative that you keep all our communication very secret. Do not mention my family,s name or disclose the transaction to anybody. still get in touch so that I can make alternative arrangement as time is of the great essence.Please treat this information very confidential Best regards. Halima Abacha
Halima Abacha <[email protected]>
kano, kano Nigeria - Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 05:08:53 (EST)

My two cents are: It's been 443 days since Bush said he'd catch Osama bin Laden 'Dead or Alive!'
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 05, 2002 at 00:05:36 (EST)

My two cents are: What if it turns out that Saddam is just sandbagging? Will Snippy attack, like the Democrat he pretends to be? Or will he turn tail and run, like the Republican he is? I almost hope that Saddam turns out to be the Evil One and an attack is called for. Does Snippy have what it takes? It will be interesting to see if he can take an action that will have consequences other than the impoverishment of a few people who didn't have much money to begin with and who don't vote.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 21:16:50 (EST)

My two cents are: What if they can't find any "weapons of mass destruction" in Iraq? Will Snippy be relieved because he can run off without shaming himself, or will he be pissed off because he can't grab the oil.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 21:10:07 (EST)

My two cents are: They don't feel degraded, but they are often well-informed about such matters as zip-tape being used to cover holes in airliner wing flaps. They have depth in that area.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 21:08:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Just saw part of a television news show. Tom Brokaw. There was a story slugged "in depth", with a little "in depth" sign blinking so the rubes would know. It was some yahoo talking about how United Airlines had been caught patching holes "in the wing" with zip-tape. Then I guess the depth part was where he showed, via a computer-simulated image, where the holes were. Turned out to be on a flap, which I guess is arguably part of the wing. Then there was some stuff about United maybe going bankrupt, with a ten or twenty-second shot of an ugly guy saying that the economy can't take another shock. That was the end of the "in depth." And this was mainstream stuff, not some dipshit cable outfit like CNN or Fox. I'm beginning to understand a little bit about Glint and Pete and the crynic. I suspect these guys watch television. I suspect that they take it seriously, and believe what they see on the television informs them on serious matters. That's why they talk a lot about the "media", by which I suspect they mean mostly television news. Geesh, it must be degrading to be a person like that, someone who grew up thinking television news was serious. Of course, Glint and the others don't know they're morons, so they probably don't feel degraded.
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- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 21:04:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not doubting the mordant part. Don't even know what it means. It's the wit part I am doubting.
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 20:55:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Mordant wit?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 20:53:39 (EST)

My two cents are: One aches for the mordant wit of L.G. right about now.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 20:41:20 (EST)

My two cents are: I decided to keep the old passport. So, I had to fill out a "lost passport" form. The form asked how it had been lost. Interesting quesion. I wrote maybe it had been misplaced when I moved. Form asked what I had done to try and find it. I said "Looked all over." Asked when it had been lost. I wrote, "Yesterday because that's when I couldn't find it." See, you're supposed to report lost passports and that's what I did. Except it's right here with a picture of a terrorist on it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 20:34:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Then you get to wait six weeks. Or, if you prefer, two weeks. But that'll cost you antother $55. Pictures came out okay. The one on my passport 20 years ago wouldn't get me through security these days. Too terroristic, dontcha know.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 20:21:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Went and applied for a passport today. I was stunned to find I had to do so through the city tax collector's office. Used to be you'd go to the federal building, right to the Dept. of State. No more. You can do it through various private places or the tax collector's office. I was stunned to find the cost was $55, plus another $30 for the tax collector. Stunning.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 19:40:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I object to having anyone take tests in my name. However, I am pleased with the results.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 19:37:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Pete's way past the PD's. Probably wouldn't even register.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 19:08:36 (EST)

My two cents are: I was going to take it as Pete, but was afraid the results would be too much to handle.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:53:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, thank you. I took it as myself also. I did show a moderate tendency toward dependent PD, but that's one of the light ones. Most of the others are essentially untreatable at the core. Meds, of course, may work in treating some of the symptoms. And, yes, diagnostic is the term we would use.
Dr. Milton T. Eisentower, PhD.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:50:39 (EST)

My two cents are: I took it as Harlan St. Wolf, and he, too, was disorder free. He did have some strong personality TRAITS, however, which is a good sign. He has a tendency toward dependance, but this is not so great as to be a disorder.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:48:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I found that test and took it as Dr. Milton Eisentower, and guess what? No personality disorders. Dr. E is disorder-free.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:44:33 (EST)

My two cents are: There are no meds that really work for personality disorders, by the way. No treatment at all, really. Sure, some shrinks will give it a try, but the book basically says untreatable. One of the defining characteristics of the PD is that the person who has it is oblivious to it, and doesn't see any need for therapy. The PDs hurt innocent bystanders, friends, family and other associates, not the patient. You probably aren't ever aware that you have any PD's, Glint. That's diagnostic.
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- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:40:31 (EST)

My two cents are: My bad, as they say. Make that high for borderline, histrionic and, of course, narcissistic.
Dr. Milton T. Eisentower, PhD.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:37:41 (EST)

My two cents are: There's even a site where you can test yourself for various personality disorders. I took it as Glint. Glint tested high for histrionic, narcissistic and histrionic. Very high for dependent. Everything else was in the low to moderate range. This is one sick man especially when you realize how little can be done for personality disorders, either with drugs or therapy.
Dr. Milton T. Eisentower, PhD.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:35:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Amen and ditto! Congrats on your new character, Glint! What a concept! Flawless!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:34:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, what did I say about "Dr. Kissitger?" Did I say the new character would be a howler or what? Did I say the belly-laughs would be coming fast and hard or didn't I? You've got to admit that so far, "Dr K." scores a home run! Can Glint keep it up? Will Dr. K. had the staying power of Dr. J? Only time will tell. But it's hard for me to doubt the wit and widom of Glint Breightly. I'd say that Dr. Kissitger is not only a winner, he's a winner for the long haul. Way to go, Glint!
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- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:33:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint, chubby dude, just surf out on the net to the personality disorder sites, and you can learn about the preponderance of women in your histrionic category first-hand.
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- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:28:19 (EST)

My two cents are: I like playing Bach but blacks can make great music on just the black keys.
gnat
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 18:20:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I traveled with the president on his African tour in the late 90's. I can sum up our African policy in two words: Bongos and cigars.
Dr. Kissitger
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:57:32 (EST)

My two cents are: The toughest challenge in the art of psychiatry is convincing the patient that [s]he needs your help and should pay for it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:53:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Look, I'd like to argue with you at length on this - but let's just cut to the chase. Assuming your hypotheses are correct, what kinds of meds may I look forward to scoring if I go along with it?
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:51:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I didn't mean to say Glint had only ONE personality disorder, dontcha know. Right now, for instance, he seems to be in a manic state which, given his bi-polarity, makes sense. I would venture to say he's got a touch of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, a heavy dose of Dependent PD and, yes, the woman's one, Histrionic.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:46:25 (EST)

My two cents are: That's not true about the only ones being on the football team. The rest are in the state prison, mostly your Omaha blacks.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:43:17 (EST)

My two cents are: It's almost exclusively women who develop the histrionic personality disorder? What sort of outrageous slander is this? What's next, I suppose you'll be backing it up with some form or other of unimpeachable scientific evidence?
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:41:47 (EST)

My two cents are: How could he learn? The poor sap is from Nebraska, where the only Negroes are the football team.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:37:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Yo, BFN. You don't do a very good Negro impersonation.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:36:21 (EST)

My two cents are: It's almost exclusively women who develop the histrionic personality disorder. But I guess that fits with the hermaphrodite thing and the queer-bashing. Is latent homosexuality a PD? Homosexuality itself used to be, but they took it off the list.
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- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:35:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Damn straight, 16:21. We big fast Negroes just loves pickin' cotton but there ain't no cotton in Nebraska!
BFN
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:33:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, these guys don't own any oil wells. How the hell are they supposed to profit from the administration if the administration can't give them cash?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:30:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Histrionic? Would you mind being more specific? How about a dimension profile. You might say that I'm a rather lowly extraversionist. Just don't call me highly agreeable!
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:29:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush Restoring Cash Bonuses for Political Appointees By ERIC LICHTBLAU WASHINGTON, Dec. 3 � The White House has decided that several thousand political appointees across the federal government will be eligible for cash bonuses, abandoning a Clinton-era prohibition that grew out of questionable practices in the first Bush administration. Administration officials said the policy shift, ordered by the White House chief of staff, Andrew H. Card Jr., earlier this year but never publicly disclosed, seeks to correct the inequity of political appointees' working side by side with civil servants who routinely receive bonuses.
Well, as long as it's just to correct inequity, I guess it's all right.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:28:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Well Glint, maybe it's not the coaches at all. Maybe the biggest and fastest Negroes don't really resonate with the idea of going to live in Nebraska for several years.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:21:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Isn't the borderline PD just this side of bipolar, the psychosis? What makes you think Glint doesn't have the full-blown disease?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:19:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Probably true, gnat, but he would get fired if he did that. What I find less than acceptable is the spouting of non-ideas, right-wing talking points, as if they were serious. Such a waste of time for normal people, except that it undoubtedly does help achieve the Republican goal of convincing as many rubes as possible that the Republican Party isn't the Republican Party.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:16:23 (EST)

My two cents are: Borderline? What's this, Name Glint's Personality Disorder? Okay, I'll play. I'd say Histrionic.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 16:00:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Those damned heads deserved t' roll, Peter! They've made a mockery - a mockery I say - out of the Big Red. Let them go coach a little league team to a 7-6 borderline losing season. (01)
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 15:50:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Spoken like a true scaly Carvillian reptillian, gnat.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 15:44:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah, Glint, did you see NU's AD jsut bolted to Aggie Land? Could College Station be better than Lincoln? Ugh. Also, Solich fired himself as OC and three defensive coaches. Long timers, too. The dynasty is over. Might as well jsut change the name to Nebraska Animal Husbandry Tecchnical College. Ouch. How's that for a self-righteous gnibble from the vermin? Aloha!
Pete�
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 15:34:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Grow a brain, not another spine, gnat.
Pete�
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 15:31:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Tim Russert is a media whore lacking backbone to investigate the evils of Bush dynasty.
gnat
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 15:05:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Definitely good advice about taking on the right-wing slander machine. Kerry did pretty well on the tube the other day, appearing only semi-afraid of it. Man, that Tim Russert is a worthless shit, isn't he? He's almost as bad as Barbara Walters or one of those people on "Sixty Minutes." Amazing that intelligent people have to re-spout the crap from the right-wing stupidity machine, especially when they don't really have to, the owners would probably let them get away with doing straight reporting or interviewing about real stuff and not just a bunch of troglodyte buzz phrases for imaginary evils.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 14:57:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Yeah. Kudos, man.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 14:50:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey, the thing down there about the Al and Tipper book tour? Where the guy puts in all the hilarious comments in brackets? Is that one of the home-grown fornigate lads, or is it just a paste from the freep? Either way, it's full of belly-laughs! Haw haw haw, "who could blame her" haw haw haw haw.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 14:47:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Shark bites man, you call that news? Now, man bites shark, that's news. Man sues shark for personal injury, even better.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 14:35:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Here on the West Coast a shark chomped down on a lawyer's leg. Must not have been appetizing, he spit it out. Guess shark's don't eat their own.
gnat
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 14:19:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Was an interesting post about Democrat blame over declining Cornhusker performance Monday @ 13:42:52. Pete, I particularly appreciated the reference to Unadilla. My in-laws owned a hog farm there until my father-in-law retired. (01)
Glint
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 13:52:55 (EST)

My two cents are: "Building Collapses Downtown" At about 8:45 this morning a five-story building fa�ade collapsed in downtown San Antonio. News 4 WOAI knows at least four people are injured. One was a firefighter who is already back at the scene. Others may be trapped. That is the reason for the race. The Watermark Hotel at 1039 East Commerce Street (at the corner of Commerce and Navarro) was under construction. The front facade was being rebuilt � but now lays in about a 10-foot pile of rubble across Commerce Street. Falling brick and masonry struck pedestrians and construction workers. There are no reports of deaths. A Fire Department spokesman says they have treated at least one head injury. That person is at BAMC Hospital. A construction worker on the second story was one of the individuals injured. A front end loader is working to help move the rubble as rescuers search for victims. The facade collapsed onto a wooden awning over a popular walkway for people who work downtown. That awning may have saved some lives. Witnesses confirm that people were in that walkway when the building fell and many pedestrians were pulled from the rubble. The Watermark was built in 1880. A look at the facade and walkway before the collapse. Witnesses say they heard a loud rumble � and just watched as the building crumbled. Fire Department spokesman Tommy Thompson says �It could have been a lot worse....If this had been a nicer day and a different time of the day, there could have been a lot more people here.� The News 4 WOAI Trouble Shooters are investigating into how this could have happened. They begun pulling all city records related to this structure, and will have a full report on what they find.
Pothaole Central?
pray for the victims, hopefully, including 19 of 21, - Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 13:35:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Right-Wing Personal 'Destruction Machine'
as invisioned by Droptrou Bill
Take that Liberal scum!

- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 13:30:05 (EST)

My two cents are: NEW YORK, Dec. 3 -- Former president Bill Clinton called upon the Democratic Party to stiffen its spine and take on the Republican Party and what he called its right-wing personal "destruction machine."
oh no, the secret's out about the RWPDM!
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! - Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 13:23:48 (EST)

My two cents are:

Was out observing on the ladder in the ten degree weather several hours before dawn. Was listening to NPR station that plays the classical music. The announcer came on when the Bach piece ended and mentioned that on the other side of the world people were looking up at the total solar eclipse. It was one of those moments when everything just sort of clicked into place. - Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 12:51:10 (EST)

My two cents are: I'z jest waitun fo du Ebonics vershum ta cumm out b'fo I buys da book.
Ima Webe
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 12:27:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Gore has to run, what else can this worthless piece of scat do other than grind out one best selling book after another?
Emmit Blueco
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 12:24:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Doesn't Gore mean that over the holidays the Clintons will let him know soon if hes running or not?
Madame Butterflyballot
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 12:19:21 (EST)

My two cents are: "Gore to decide this month if he'll chase presidency" NASHVILLE - Former Vice President and almost-President Al Gore is back in the public arena, but this time he's campaigning for a [three week old] book. Gore and wife Tipper are traveling coast to coast promoting their new books [ranked among the 10,000 best seller's list at Amazon.com]. They started the books shortly after George W. Bush won the closely contested and controversial 2000 presidential election. "We started January 21," Gore quipped Monday, referring to the day after Bush's Jan. 20 inauguration. "Well, shortly thereafter," Tipper Gore said. The tour has taken the Gores from New York to Seattle, Kansas City to Raleigh, N.C. After "four national political campaigns," Al Gore said a [poorly received] book tour "is a walk in the park." "Ultimately it will be my decision," he said, "but the family is very intimately bound up with it." The Gores will spend the holidays at the Carthage home of Gore's mother, Pauline Gore, when the book tour ends Dec. 16 [buy now while supplies last]. Gore said he's "sensitive" to the fact other Democrats may be awaiting his decision. "But we're got our hands full with the unfinished business of this book tour. And frankly it's just been easier on a personal level to put off consideration of all the different factors that'll go into that decision until the book tour's over [sales are already over] and we have some time together as a family here during the holidays." Asked to critique the Bush administration, Gore said he preferred to discuss his [unmarketable] books. The former, and perhaps future, candidate sighed when asked what he would have done differently in his 2000 bid for the highest office in the land. "I would have kissed Tipper longer [and porked her on the stage] at the convention," he deadpanned, referring to the long kiss he gave his wife on the podium of the 2000 Democratic National Convention. "I probably would have fainted," Tipper replied [who could blame her?]. But Gore has given his campaign serious afterthoughts and he has serious answers. Losing Tennessee in the election "was certainly a disappointment," Gore said. Whether Gore will launch a fifth national campaign is likely the most-asked question of the tour. He'll decide "over the holidays" if he'll run for president in 2004. If he doesn't run again, maybe Al Gore has a future in television. He plans to "have fun" when he hosts "Saturday Night Live" Dec. 14. His voice and a picture of his disembodied head were on a November episode of Fox's animated science-fiction show "Futurama." /// The Gore books: "Joined At the Heart: The Transformation of the American Family [ranked #2,676 at Amazon.com]," Henry Holt and Co. ($26) [slashed to $18.20 at Amazon.com]. An all-photo book, "The Spirit of Family [ranked #7,092 at Amazon.com]" ($35) [dust bin price $10.50 at Amazon.com].
Night of the Living Dead Lives On
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 12:12:48 (EST)

My two cents are: It's true. I feel that in alerting to be that a post is just another childish jism post, Dr. J is robbing me of the yucks, the hee-haws that I am sure are inside such carefully prepared material. When will Glint ever learn? Jism is enough for a dachshund or an ignorant daughter, but with sophisticated liberals you've got to offer something more. Let's have more of that hilarious political analysis, more of that watch-doggism on the liberal media, more of that I got mine, Jack attitude, that corner-pissing, that cop-baiting, that hatred of the marketplace, that feeling that the nurseryman is out to cheat me and the bearded no-count in the bar is out to deny me membership in his tribe. Let's have more Glint the grown-up compendium of quirks and personality disorders, and less Glint the arrested juvenile. What say, big fella? Nod that gourd and let's go forward.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 10:39:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Looks like he's talking about jism again. Dr. J is getting to be the archetype of the unread post. He should learn how to make that first sentence innocuous so the potential reader has a chance to build up some momentum before discovering it's going to be another one of those puerile, asinine things. If he does that, and stops using the name Dr. J, there's a possibility he won't be talking just to himself, Pete, and the crynic, but will be handing the yucks to quite a few of the 22.
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- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 10:32:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Sounds like Glint knows what he's talking about.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 10:28:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, Dr. Jismhead really can't get that spooge from his brain. Perhaps there's no brain, even--just spooge.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 07:27:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps you're a woman and have never tried to swallow semen before. Most women feel that it's an acquired taste. Some women convulse and spit it out while retching, which can cause quite an embarassing moment for both parties. So my advice to you is practice. If you want to be like Monica you need to train like Monica. And thanks to a short cut of mine, you can train in the privacy of your own home or trailer. All you need to do is mix up one of of Dr. J's Clinton Cocktails. They are easy to make and taste just like the real thing. First, take two tablespoons of cod liver oil. Next, add a teaspoon of salt and two teaspoons baking powder. Mix and microwave for 5-10 seconds until warm. Nine or ten of these and you'll be getting the hang of it before you know it. For added realism suck up solution into a turkey baster and squirt it into your mouth. Before you know it you're well on your way to becoming qualified pull all the Democrat lever you can get at the next election.
Dr. J
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 07:02:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Women have odors?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Wednesday, December 04, 2002 at 00:48:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, at least you can't blame the voters for this administration*.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 22:48:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Huh? You talkin' to me?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 22:34:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Easy there, fella.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 22:30:16 (EST)

My two cents are: I guess that comes with the territory for alpha males, not kissing and telling. That's one of the reasons they're alpha. It's guys like Pete and Glint, losers, who feel they must bleat about their "specialties", and all the Penthouse Pets they'd like to pierce, and how they rammed a Jewish farm girl, and how they lust after kids, and how this lady here is a cunt and a twat, and all the rest of the sick, pathetic, loaf-pinching dance they snort and giggle about every day. No wonder they hate Clinton. For all Clinton's goat-like horniness, the man is a gentleman and a fine leader. This country would be far better off right now with him running the show with brains, all the while getting his knob polished. Even that itself instills confidence. You WANT Clinton to get laid and as much as he needs to get the job done right. This is what scares and angers the right so much. They sense the key to his power. They would take away his jism if they could.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 22:00:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Alpha males like two term peace and prosperity President Bill just don't feel that all-consuming omega-male pain. End O Story.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 21:07:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Thank Denny and Tom DeLay that the crynic can still bid on terrorism contracts. In tough times like these, America needs its tax cheats.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:45:42 (EST)

My two cents are: They were hairy?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:43:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Inhinged and unhinged.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:35:34 (EST)

My two cents are: I disagree. I see the crynic as nothing more than an inhinged druggie.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:30:16 (EST)

My two cents are: What always bothered me about Clinton was how he was always such a gentleman about these sluts. He never once blabbed about what THEY did and how they did it, never once mentioned the looks of THEIR genitalia, never once talked about their odors and cellulite and hairiness. Simply said it was "improper" what he did, or consensual. Some call it class but I say these bitches deserved the whole nine yards of embarrassment.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:25:19 (EST)

My two cents are: You're right. We should take more time to honor those who quietly plug away, doing the million and one things that have to be done to keep this enterprise on an even keel. The crynic, too, is doing his part. Guys like that, man, the salt of the earth. The fucking salt itself.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:23:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Sure, it messed up Pete and Glint, Lord knows, but look at your crynic. The guy never went overboard, concentrated on policy through the worst of it. And that's what the right wing needs, if you believe Dilulio: they need guys to puzzle out the intracacies of policy, including maritime policy, as well as guys who can go for the short-term political sound byte. Especially now, with the Glints and the Petes, the spear-carriers, the worker bees, still under the fascinating sway of President Clinton. That crynic is a rock, and deserves special mention here.
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- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:21:15 (EST)

My two cents are: I can never forgive Clinton for not apologizing to the American People.
Alex Hough
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:16:36 (EST)

My two cents are: The Sea Otter Position?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:14:38 (EST)

My two cents are: That's some mighty powerful jism. Look what it's done to Glint and Pete. Driven them over the edge, made them think up is down and left is right. It's sad, really, especially when they convince themselves that Clinton ISN'T the world's alpha male and they act like he got some kind of just desserts for his "sins." It's a mindset that snickers at jism and assumes public revelations about one's jism is just toooo gross and humiliating. You think Clinton's humiliated? You think the demand for his jism has sunk? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 20:05:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, it's the jism. Geesh, Broaddrick was already fired up from cheating on her stupid husband. What drives a woman to cheat on the guy she's cheating on her husband with? The jism! Duh!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:52:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course Willey was asking for it, you idiot. Hell, no less an authority on these matters than Linda Tripp said as much. That's all Willey EVER wanted, to be groped, fondled and finally taken in the Sea Otter Position by the leader of the Free World. Geesh, everybody knows that.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:50:02 (EST)

My two cents are: That must explain why I find myself thinking about that man so often, even though I hate him for reasons I can't quite explain. Sure, it's got to be the jism!
Harl
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:39:16 (EST)

My two cents are: We had a bull like that once, back on my step daddy's farm. Drove the cows wild just walking by. We called him Flynn, after Errol. Suppose now we'd call him Clinton.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:34:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Really? A wonder bra? She asked to be groped, in essence?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:29:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I mean it. I think it must be the jism. Or, perhaps the pheronomes. Call it jism. It's what gets Glint and Pete all het up about Clinton. It's what fires up the crowds. It's what leads to mob scenes wherever the man goes. It's what gets Miss Arkansas to hump like a weasel in the back seat of a limo. It's what kept Gennifer Flowers sneaking in the back door for 12 years and made Monica Lewinsky shop for kneepads and Linda Tripp furious with jealousy. It made Willey wear a wonder bra in his presence and Broaddrick demand S&M. It's the jism.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:25:02 (EST)

My two cents are: The jism.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:16:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Clinton may have killed more Al Quaida big-wigs, but he never got anyone to finger a big-time Puerto Rican dirty-bomber like Padilla. The proof is in how good your guard is, not in how many towlies you blew up.
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- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:15:44 (EST)

My two cents are: I was never in awe of or had much respect for a president after Kennedy, and that was a youthful mistake. That is why it is so odd to see these post-boomers thronging around Clinton as if he were a rock star. They see some sort of magic in the man. It's even more enthusiastic overseas, where people young and old are generally shocked by the contrast that the shabby little big-talking Bush presents, the angry little bandy-legged terrier come to bark at shadows now that the big dog had ambled on. What is it about Clinton? The smarts? The heart? The charisma? You got me.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:12:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, how many times is Little George Bush going to have to earn legitimacy? How much of his political capital does he have to spend? Did the Supreme Court confer no legitimacy whatsoever? Give me a break, DimboCRAP CNN Crowley! The man has had legitimacy from the day he popped out from between Bar's ponderous thighs!
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- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 19:05:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Do you realize Clinton vaporized more high-ranking Al Qaeda-oids when he bombed that aspirin factory than Bush has gotten in 14 months? It's true. Look it up.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 18:00:56 (EST)

My two cents are: [Bush sucks]
[Clit]on
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 17:59:04 (EST)

My two cents are: 200 people! How pathetic! Must have been a lot of empty seats in that living room, or arena, or stadium or back yard. I knew Clinton would lose his audience once the impact of his jism was finally recognized. 200 people! Leave it to the liberal media to report his words to millions more. Feh!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 17:11:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, excuse me. I thought it said "posterection advice" and figured Clinton would be offering advice on hitting the sink.
Dr. J
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 17:02:31 (EST)

My two cents are: ton's advice - "down on your knees and open wide."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 17:01:10 (EST)

My two cents are: Danm Clinton News Network.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:58:46 (EST)

My two cents are: "Clinton Offers Dems Postelection Advice" [ouch! where's the ice?] NEW YORK (AP) - Addressing Democratic leaders for the first time since their midterm election losses, former President Clinton urged the party Tuesday to present a new, unified message with national security and a revived economy as priorities. Clinton said a lack of clarity on those issues was where Democrats fell short in this year's races. The former president said the Democrats lacked appeal to voters insecure after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks. The party also failed to attract those looking for a way to revive the economy, he said. "When people feel uncertain, they'd rather have somebody that's strong and wrong than somebody who's weak and right," he said. Republicans increased their narrow margin of control in the House and took back the Senate in the November elections. "We don't have to be more liberal, but we do have to be more relevant in a positive way," Clinton told the audience of about 200 [Wow! a whopping 200?!] at New York University. "Al-Qaida should [have been] be our [Clinton Administration's] top priority," said the two-term president. "Iraq is important, but the terror network is more urgent in terms of its threat to our security." [duh! and double duh!]
Willard pipes up
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:58:43 (EST)

My two cents are: "George W. Bush was the El Nino of the last election," Crowley began. "Everywhere he went, he changed the temperature. He spent his political capital." What he got in return, Crowley said, was legitimacy.
So said Candy Crowley, CNN's senior political correspondent at a recent speach in West Palm Beach,
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:50:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Our motto "come together right now" came straight from John Lennon. It was an exercise in self control to the beat of the Village People's greatest hits. The newbies always lost it during the throbbing beat of the "We want you! We want you! We want you as a new recuit" chorus. Guess you had to be there.
Mr. Prematural
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:32:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Best part about the group sessions was the regular Friday night "crank along with Dr. J." Ours was a real life collection of village people.
premie-ejac survivor
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:27:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Holly Hughes tells the story of when she was nine and her parents took her to the Doctor. The Doctors told her that she could have a normal life. If she wanted. Fortunately, she chose not to! And even more fortunately, the Lambda Players will be bringing excerpts from her decidedly not-normal life to the stage in her one-woman performance piece, Clit Notes. The provocatively titled Clit Notes is an insightful and hilarious one woman show that looks at life, family, coming out, first love, homophobia, county fairs and the art of making out at a luau. Hughes is infamously known as one of the NEA Four, a distinction that brought her to the forefront of a battle with Senator Jesse Helms, Pat Robertson and the religious right to defund her openly lesbian performance art by the National Endowment for the Arts. "Holly is a very gifted writer," said director Marsha Swayze. "She uses words to build a home for herself with passageways that lead from the past into the future. And then she invites her audiences into her home and takes them to places she dreams of, places like pre-Stonewall lesbian bars and the depths of her nuclear family. Performing Clit Notes will be Sequita Whitfield and Kira Volar on alternating weekends. Each is very different from the other and brings their own style to the character. Clit Notes opens January 25 and plays Fridays and Saturdays at 8p.m. through February 23 at the Wm. J. Geery Theatre, 2130 L St., Sacramento. Reservations can be made by calling 916-484-4742 and tickets can be purchased in advance at The Open Book, 910 21st. St. Tickets are $12.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:16:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Whoah! Hold on to your jism!
Pre-ejac patient of Dr. J's
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 16:09:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks, I'll tell him.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:57:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, Glint! You're so outrageous!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:49:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Then there's this (rated #40,622).....

Take that Liberal scum!

- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:47:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Where does The Hungry Caterpillar rank. That's my favorite. Lots of pictures. We have an old saying in Texas: "A picture is worth more than a word sometimes. In the thousands."
Snippy
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:44:19 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0867193719/qid=1038948119/sr=2-2/ref=sr_2_2/002-7188723-0356817
YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!!??
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:43:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Shit, he's back to #16.
Bernie
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:41:21 (EST)

My two cents are: "1 person recommended 'Mein Kampf' in addition to 'The Natural: The Misunderstood Presidency of Bill Clinton' (ranked #4,825) by Joe Klein
actual blurb on amazon.com
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:37:23 (EST)

My two cents are: This guy Moore really whacks the mole when it comes to "Joined at the Heart" and especially "The Spirit of Family."
Way to go, Michael!
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:31:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Karl Marx is a socialist.
Brilliant Observer
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:30:06 (EST)

My two cents are: I really should be higher on the list but the liberals don't want you to know that. They never give me a break.
Bernie
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:29:17 (EST)

My two cents are: The Hobbit is a socialist and so is Moore.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:27:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Three notches!? I'm catching up!
Bernie
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:26:50 (EST)

My two cents are: I bought both of the Gore books, the Moore book and 3 copies of Goldberg's whiner just to throw Ashcroft off the scent.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:22:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey what gives? I just checked and "white men can't jump" - or whatever - by Michael Moore is down to #19.
Moore slips 3 notches in a single hour!
no shock at all - Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:21:39 (EST)

My two cents are: ... and whacks the hell out of Bernard Goldberg.
Whoda thunk?
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:17:24 (EST)

My two cents are: "The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings" box set, by J. R. R. Tolkien - #15.
What do you know? The Hobbit beats Michael Moore.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:12:37 (EST)

My two cents are: I think a better rating system would be based on weight. For instance, I'll bet that Gore coffee table book weighs a lot more than the Bernard Goldberg propaganda effort. Probably if you normalized sales by weight they would come out a push in the long run. Or maybe content. If you judged books by content and normalized, maybe Goldfarb wouldn't be as far up the list. To liberals, books are a way to learn and to enjoy and to exercize the brain; to right-wingers, books are either to be feared or they are pacifiers, warm fuzzy blobs of lunatic belief to hold next to themselves during the long nightmare that is life on this planet trying to compete with modern liberal christian society.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:05:47 (EST)

My two cents are: "Stupid White Men" by Michael Moore - #16 (published February 19).
Obviously, Snippy's people are buying as many copies as they can and burning them
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 15:03:04 (EST)

My two cents are: "The Boy Next Door - Observations and Longings from Outside the Bubble" - #45
Pete's buying two and having them autographed by the author
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 14:50:20 (EST)

My two cents are: "Bias: A CBS Insider Exposes How the Media Distort the News" by Bernard Goldberg - #295 (published one year ago in December 2001)
guess most dims aren't your literate type
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 14:21:50 (EST)

My two cents are: "Joined at the Heart" by Al Gore and Tipper Gore - #2,504 (last week: #1,414) *** "The Spirit of Family" by Al Gore and Tipper Gore - #3,251 (last week: 1,923)
the shopping season plunge continues
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 14:10:10 (EST)

My two cents are: By "there" I meant the end of my thumb on the coastal plane.
19
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 13:38:52 (EST)

My two cents are: When I woke up this morning there was a little dried bloody bugger on the end of my thumb. I wonder how it got there?
19 of 21
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 13:36:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Ever since the Rubin Bubble burst it's been tough being Glurt.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 12:13:46 (EST)

My two cents are: t's been 442 days since Bush said he'd catch Osama bin Laden 'Dead or Alive!'
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 12:10:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Doesn't have the time and doesn't have the cojones. Pretty soon it's going to be pals again with Saddam, just like in the old days. Not so many secular governments in the middle east that we can afford to alienate Iraq. They might never give us the oil. Sure, it would be nice to have it all for ourselves, but the Republicans don't have the stomach for going in and taking it. Not when it's time to stop yapping about it and actually do it. Better to bow our heads down and ask politely.
Republican Cowards
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 12:08:52 (EST)

My two cents are: President doesn't have time for his war with Iraq. Too occupied with the money making campaign trail that now leads to Louisiana.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 11:50:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Anyone know who's ahead in the Big 17 southern division? How about the the southeastern segment? Where is Baylor? Did they ever recover from getting their ass kicked by the Berkeley Liberals? Go fight win.
We're the strongest 17th rank squad on the gridiron. Sis boom bah!
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 02:18:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Back when the Democrats were marching this country off to war, they didn't go whining to the United Nations about it. Can you imagine FDR asking France and Russia if it was OK to fight back against the Jap? This Saddam Hussein knocked down two of the finest buildings in the continental USA, and killed a lot of Americans as well as foreigners. Why are we crying to the United Nations about it? LBJ never begged the UN to let him escalate in Vietnam. He just started slinging the ordnance. What is with these chickenshit Republicans? Can't they spell "clear and present danger?" They should all be wearing dresses and pincurls. Bunch of sissies.
Let's Roll
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 02:13:55 (EST)

My two cents are: "I recommend this book to everyone with a brain -- and Republicans too," Says James Carville.
the snotty, stupid, unthinking, and arrogant bastard!
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 02:03:30 (EST)

My two cents are: He's been too depressed to even corn-hole the dachshund since they laid him off at the modem barn.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:58:43 (EST)

My two cents are: So, where's Glurt? Face transplant?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:57:05 (EST)

My two cents are: It's been 441 days since Bush said he'd catch Osama bin Laden 'Dead or Alive!'
Maybe he'll have more time to look with this chickening out on Iraq.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:55:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, Rolf is asking to be stunned into oblivion.
eve
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:49:29 (EST)

My two cents are: What? Regime change? That was Clinton's policy! We're leaving it up to Hans Blix und Dasher und Donder!
Bush Chickens Out -- No Balls and No Glory
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:29:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Wolfowitz: Disarmament of Saddam's WMDs Is the Goal...
Another Republican chicken-hawk wimps out! cluck! cluck! cluck! Bush Administration Hides Behind UN Skirts
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:26:58 (EST)

My two cents are: 'Spam' Likely to Clutter E-Mail for Some Time......
... developing...
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:21:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Check. As far as I'm concerned, it was, has always been, and is the bull goose social paradox. Woman is without power, yet she is all-powerful. As a matter of fact, I don't think it would be taking it too far to say that woman's status has always been a social oxymoron. Rolf Eden, whoever he is and whatever his racket is, doesn't know the half of it. He sees only the tip of the iceberg. When those validations start coming in from the big money he is offering, he's in for a big surprise. Rolf Eden is going to be, to put is succinctly, stunned. I'm half stunned just thinking about it, and I already know the score. This is going to be huge.
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- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:17:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Rolf Eden? Doesn't ring a bell.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:10:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Woman's status has always been a social paradox; she has always been a shrewd manager of men; she has always capitalized man's stronger sex urge for her own interests and to her own advancement. By trading subtly upon her sex charms, she has often been able to exercise dominant power over man, even when held by him in abject slavery. Rolf Eden is offering big money to help validate this.
eve in edenland
- Tuesday, December 03, 2002 at 01:04:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Can we change the subject from the war against Saddam? I mean, that is like so Campaign 2002.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 19:41:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I can't believe how the Bush administration is sleeping at the switch. We should have hit Saddam months ago. Every day we shilly-dally around with these phoney inspections is one more day that Saddam could take out our trade centers or sports arenas with weapons of mass destruction. What is wrong with these guys? All talk and no action. If LBJ had pulled this stunt the Viet Namese would be running the American shrimp industry by now. If FDR had pulled it the Japanese would be running America's golf courses. If Harry Truman had pulled it the Koreans would be running half the mom-and-pops in L.A.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 19:28:37 (EST)

My two cents are: The important thing is not whether Glint is a clod or a clod-hopper. The important thing is, did he get head?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 19:22:45 (EST)

My two cents are: A clod? Or do you mean, technically, a clod-hopper? Let's try to keep things amiable, shall we?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 18:42:25 (EST)

My two cents are: However, if it's simplicity you long for, forget about it. This Glint is truly a rube, a clod out to prove something to his superiors. Overkill is what he's all about. This has been apparent from the start.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 17:11:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint hopes to one day affect the performance or content of the site in a way that improves it. We should be happy that he is tinkering with it, even though he temporarily just seems to be making it worse and worse. Glint is potentially an expert html modification clerk, and we should let him roam free to gain experience and confidence. Some day it will all seem worth it.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 16:59:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Does cast a longing on one for the simplicity of old fgate days.
so says a creature of habit
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 16:24:28 (EST)

My two cents are: My machine hangs up long before it gets to any merry-go-round music. It's good to see that Glint has been tinkering with it.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 14:47:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, I didn't know there were so many black guys in Colorado!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 14:45:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Picking Henry Kissinger to head up the panel investigating terrorism and truth surely must prove the President has a sense of humor. So we now have merry-go-round music on this page?
wonder in aliceland
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 14:08:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Which team gets the Toilet Bowl invite?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 14:02:36 (EST)

My two cents are:

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 13:53:35 (EST)

My two cents are:

Blame the Democrats 11.17.02 I know a lot of you have been wondering where I�ve been lately and why I haven�t written very much. Well, let�s face it. Most of you pollyanna, glass-is-half-full, Don�t-Worry-Be-Happy morons can�t handle the truth. But here it is anyway: Things have gone straight into the crapper, and I for one am absolutely embarrassed to be a Husker these days. I�ve buried my "1999 Big 12 Champions 22-6" T-shirt at the bottom of my underwear drawer, and I swear to Jesus I won�t get it out again until we learn to quit jumping offsides all the time. To be quite honest, I�m mad as hell that for 30 years no one cared to listen to me when I said that our program was in big trouble and that a collapse was right around the corner. But now that the wheels have officially come off, here you come, crawling back to Elmer. Well, excuse me if I don�t accept your apology right away. I was right, and you know it. So chew on that for a while. Another thing that makes me mad is that we, as fans, don�t deserve to be losing like this. We have the best, most knowledgeable fan base in America, and that should count for something, for God�s sake. I can�t even begin to tell you how it chaps my hide to go to bed at night knowing that uppity fans of schools like Kansas State and Iowa State, who could never, ever truly understand the intricacies of college football because their teams have traditionally been bad at it, are acting like a bunch of football know-it-alls all of a sudden. Don�t they know their place? And it�s driving me crazy that despite our intelligent fans helping the team, we still lose to sad sack losers like Oklahoma State on the road, and Texas -- at home! It�s enough to make me want to dig up that old prescription of Prozac that the doctor up in Lincoln prescribed to my wife, Betty, after the terrorist attacks, and again after last year�s Colorado game. Let�s start with the obvious. We�re getting beat mainly because our coach is a sawed-off midget of an imp who, even after five years on the job, is clueless about what plays work and what plays don�t. If I can see this very obvious fact from my living room in Unadilla, then for Christ�s sake, Solich should be able to pick this up from the sideline. I mean, he�s right there, it should be blatantly obvious that you don't run an option to the short side on second-and-seven. Listen to me. And I don�t even know what more I can say about that chrome-domed buffoon Bohl, who they have supposedly running our defense. He couldn�t adjust his TV set, much less our defensive alignments. How much clearer does it have to be that we need to go down to Oklahoma or Kansas State and get one of those defensive coordinators to come up to Lincoln? With our tradition and great fans, they couldn�t resist a job offer from Bill Byrne. I am right. That�s the easy stuff. But do you want to know the real reason why we lost Saturday, and the Saturdays before that? Well, then listen to me and I�ll fill you in on a little secret as to why our football program has been slowly collapsing for years now. It's a trend I began to get through people's thick skulls as recently as the high-water Osborne days -- especially after the losses to Arizona State and Texas. My correctness is a 12.5 on a scale of 10. Simply put, the Democrats are ruining Nebraska football. As any "true" Husker fan knows, Democrats are those hedonistic, amoral, politically correct �thinkers� who live in cities and along the coasts, sneer at people who drive big vehicles, love criminals, and who are responsible for Title IX. For those of you who don�t know what Title IX is, it is this outrageous law that the radical left-wingers forced down peoples� throats back in the 1970s, which was drawn up under the misguided notion that girls like to play with balls. Not those kinds of balls, you sicko. Get your mind out of the gutter. And so the next thing you know, there are all kinds of broads running around, stabbing at soccer balls with their feet and whacking volleyballs around underhanded and flailing about on the basketball court like a bunch of ... well, like a bunch of girls. Who wants to watch such a meaningless display? And it is meaningless, mind you, because I do not like these sports, much less understand them. I like football, dammit, and liking any other sports (except maybe baseball and basketball) is downright un-American. It�s certainly un-Nebraskan. Every other athletic activity is nothing more than a Marxist plot to water down the available talent pool of prospective football players. These little girly sports are not on TV, at least not the networks I watch. So in my book, that makes them a waste of time and money. I am right. But because we have to sponsor a girl�s rifle team, that takes away the money from fixing up the facilities that the football players use. And as everyone knows, poor football facilities hurt recruiting, which results in not getting good players, which results in debacles like the one in Manhattan on Saturday. Listen to me. So the next time you see that one guy in your office who thought about voting for Stormy Dean, be sure to thank him for causing the downfall of our most precious state treasure. Since Title IX has been around, we�ve run up a record of 304-63-3. Can you imagine how many of those 63 games that would have been wins had we been able to use all of the money generated from the football team for football purposes, like God wanted us to? Listen, that $36.1 million we spent in 1999 to fix up the football stadium might have been the largest state expenditure in history, but in the big picture it was peanuts. Listen to me. To win in today�s day and age, we�ve got to open up the wallets. It could take $150 million next year alone to get nine wins, what with road trips to Hattiesburg, Austin and Boulder on the schedule. So to keep up with places like Texas and Miami and Florida State, we need much, much more than a year-round indoor practice arena, two player lounges with a pool table and video games, plus another with hi-fi theater equipment and a bunch of wide-screen TVs, like we have now. That's nothing. Of course, I have written a number of letters to the Lincoln Journal Star newspaper, alerting them of this issue and urging them to do a story about it, but because everyone in the media is a socialist and harbors a hateful bias against our football team, I am not expecting their editors to pursue this angle, despite its newsworthiness. I have read on various premium-pay Internet message boards that recruiting is what�s most important, and you can always use the importance of recruiting as leverage in any argument to prove any point you may have. So, I say we put our money where our mouths are and do whatever it takes to get those inner-city recruits here to Nebraska. We�re in a college football arms race, dammit, and we can�t afford our mission to be derailed by dumb money-wasting sports. We need that money put toward something really important, like a new dressing room for the football players, maybe even with red leather-lined lockers each equipped with a Dolby SurroundSound system so they can play their �hip-hop� music on their personal radios. If there�s one thing that I've heard that wows a five-star blue chipper, it�s the sound of Puff Daddy or P. Diddy or Dip Shiddy or whatever he calls himself these days booming out of a leather-lined athletic locker. And while we're at it, we should use the piles of cash currently being used to prop up our girls� swimming team to put in a Starbucks in the South Stadium for our football boys. I hear that those froofy coffee drinks are all the rage with the city kids these days, so let's get hopping. Anything to help us bring in a stud linebacker or a fullback who can actually throw a block. Anything at all. Let the Frappuccino flow. There's a reason that Herbie Husker holds a football and not a cricket widget or some other obscure hockey-stick-looking device. Football is king here, and it's what pays for everything else. And who's to thank for that? People like me. Our football program wasn't really built on the effort and sacrifice of players and coaches, it was forged by clean-living, honest people like myself -- loyal fans who chose to spend their hard-earned wages and/or government subsidies on expensive football-related items to support the football team: T-shirts, sweatpants, a Big Red Whomp-It, door magnets and window flags for the half-ton truck, the collected works of Doctor Tom Osborne. Listen to me. I've followed our team since 1962, and I have too much wrapped up in all of this to let some left-wing idiots cause it to come tumbling down because they want to push some socialist, soccer-loving agenda. If they don't like it, they can move to the People's Republic of San Francisco with the rest of their kind. It's a free market, and some of these sports just need to die on the vine. If the girls who used to play them get bored, hell, give them free tickets to the football game. That way they can watch real athletes compete. Because -- and the sooner these kids figure this out, the better -- it�s not about the student-athletes, particularly the ones who play the sports I don't like. It�s all about football and my investment in it. And though I'm not one of his "boosters of significance," I still plan to write a strongly worded letter to Mr. Bill Byrne explaining this very simple concept to him. Seeings that our team is only 7-5 as of this writing, I fully expect him to consider taking immediate action on my suggestions. Because, for the last time, I am right. - Monday, December 02, 2002 at 13:42:52 (EST)

My two cents are: How to eat TD dust.

Take that Liberal scum!

- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 13:29:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Glint is hanging on my his fingernails. Soon he will run from the room crying. Has he chosen anyone to take over the yearbook page? I hope whoever it is doesn't have a squashed face. Gives me the heebie-jeebies, the face.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:30:16 (EST)

My two cents are: George Bush has a heart as big as Texas. This is one compassionate conservative, you dopes. Read it and weep, liberals.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:28:38 (EST)

My two cents are: He who hee-hee-hees last, hee-hee-hees best, loser. Look, The Brook tries to stay as ideologically pure as possible, just like, say, the Big Tent Party. But, the ocassional slime-bucket troglodyte does slip through. They get rooted out once in a while, but some stay on, weaving their evil web until plucked from the ranks to serve their true master, Snippy Bush.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:18:01 (EST)

My two cents are: What's so odd about being a Christian pedo? Some of our most famous pedophiles have been of the Christian faith,true, but others have been Jews, Moslems, Zoroastrians, Nudists, you name it. Let's not tar everyone with the brush of Christianity just because of a few bad apples.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:14:28 (EST)

My two cents are: You'd be surprised how many right wingers work at Brookings. You'd be suprised because all you really know about Brookings comes from your fellow troglodyte idiots who see only two colors.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:12:47 (EST)

My two cents are: The Brookings Institution? This is the inside dope? This is the real skinny?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:11:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Whatever the upshot of this squabble, I'm still stunned, not to say surprised, that Bush didn't turn out to be a "compassionate" conservative. I'm sure there mest have been some mistake in the execution-- surely he had every intention of being compassionate. A Bush wouldn't lie!
Rhonda
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 11:10:00 (EST)

My two cents are: hee-hee-hee, Right wing democrap who worked for the Brookings Institution. Is Hillary right wing too?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 10:47:39 (EST)

My two cents are: "A former member of the Bush administration says in a magazine interview that the White House values politics over domestic policy, lacking both policy experts and an apparatus to support them, and has failed to achieve a "compassionate conservative" agenda." What part of "member of the Bush administration" confuses you, troglo? So what if he's a Democrat, he's a right winger. Hell, Pete's an "independent" right winger, Gloob's a "Christian" pedophile. This guy's a right-wing Democrat. Why does this flummox you so?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 09:47:15 (EST)

My two cents are: ???
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- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 09:43:50 (EST)

My two cents are: "Mr. DiIulio, a Democrat, did not directly criticize Mr. Bush" and then in the next line you call him a right-winger? Did you read the text before you posted it?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 09:39:42 (EST)

My two cents are: Ex-Aide Insists White House Puts Politics Ahead of Policy ASHINGTON, Dec. 1 � A former member of the Bush administration says in a magazine interview that the White House values politics over domestic policy, lacking both policy experts and an apparatus to support them, and has failed to achieve a "compassionate conservative" agenda. John J. DiIulio Jr., a domestic affairs expert and professor at the University of Pennsylvania, was appointed by President Bush to lead the White House Office of Faith-Based and Community Initiatives in the second week of the new administration. He quit in August 2001 amid struggles with Congress and Christian conservatives over the direction of the president's plan to give more federal money to religious charities. Advertisement Check Delivery Options | 50% Off-Click Here! In an interview with Esquire magazine, Mr. DiIulio said: "There is no precedent in any modern White House for what is going on in this one: a complete lack of a policy apparatus. What you've got is everything, and I mean everything, being run by the political arm. It's the reign of the Mayberry Machiavellis." "Mayberry Machiavellis" is Mr. DiIulio's term for the political staff and most particularly Karl Rove, Mr. Bush's chief adviser. He describes Mr. Rove as "enormously powerful, maybe the single most powerful person in the modern, post-Hoover era ever to occupy a political-adviser post near the Oval Office." Mr. DiIulio says the religious right and libertarians trust Mr. Rove "to keep Bush 43 from behaving like Bush 41 and moving too far to the center or inching at all center-left." As a result, Mr. DiIulio says, the administration has accomplished almost nothing domestically except Mr. Bush's tax cut and an education bill, which Mr. DiIulio describes as "really a Ted Kennedy bill." "There is a virtual absence as yet of any policy accomplishments that might, to a fair-minded nonpartisan, count as the flesh on the bones of so-called compassionate conservatism," he says. What there is, he says, is "on-the-fly policy-making by speechmaking." Mr. DiIulio, a Democrat, did not directly criticize Mr. Bush in the article. A White House spokeswoman said White House advisers had not seen the article and would not comment on it.
rightwinger calls Bushists "Mayberry Machiavellis" haw haw haw
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 07:18:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Pedophiles, like troglodytes, just can't seem to catch a break in the liberal media, not even in the dictionaries.
lying liberal dictionaries are the worst
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 02:17:24 (EST)

My two cents are: ped�o�phile ( P ) Pronunciation Key (pd-fl, pd-) n. An adult who is sexually attracted to a child or children. pedo�philic (-flk) adj. Source: The American Heritage� Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition Copyright � 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Sgt. Mack, MD State Police
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 02:14:06 (EST)

My two cents are: trog�lo�dyte ( P ) Pronunciation Key (trgl-dt) n. A member of a fabulous or prehistoric race of people that lived in caves, dens, or holes. A person considered to be reclusive, reactionary, out of date, or brutish. An anthropoid ape, such as a gorilla or chimpanzee. An animal that lives underground, as an ant or a worm.
Ever run into one of these?
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 02:11:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Liberalism rocks.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 02:07:53 (EST)

My two cents are: liberal \Lib"er*al\ (l[i^]b"[~e]r*al), a. [F. lib['e]ral, L. liberalis, from liber free; perh. akin to libet, lubet, it pleases, E. lief. Cf. Deliver.] 1. Free by birth; hence, befitting a freeman or gentleman; refined; noble; independent; free; not servile or mean; as, a liberal ancestry; a liberal spirit; liberal arts or studies. `` Liberal education.'' --Macaulay. `` A liberal tongue.'' --Shak. 2. Bestowing in a large and noble way, as a freeman; generous; bounteous; open-handed; as, a liberal giver. `` Liberal of praise.'' --Bacon. Infinitely good, and of his good As liberal and free as infinite. --Milton. 3. Bestowed in a large way; hence, more than sufficient; abundant; bountiful; ample; profuse; as, a liberal gift; a liberal discharge of matter or of water. His wealth doth warrant a liberal dower. --Shak. 4. Not strict or rigorous; not confined or restricted to the literal sense; free; as, a liberal translation of a classic, or a liberal construction of law or of language. 5. Not narrow or contracted in mind; not selfish; enlarged in spirit; catholic. 6. Free to excess; regardless of law or moral restraint; licentious. `` Most like a liberal villain.'' --Shak. 7. Not bound by orthodox tenets or established forms in political or religious philosophy; independent in opinion; not conservative; friendly to great freedom in the constitution or administration of government; having tendency toward democratic or republican, as distinguished from monarchical or aristocratic, forms; as, liberal thinkers; liberal Christians; the Liberal party. I confess I see nothing liberal in this `` order of thoughts,'' as Hobbes elsewhere expresses it. --Hazlitt. Note: Liberal has of, sometimes with, before the thing bestowed, in before a word signifying action, and to before a person or object on which anything is bestowed; as, to be liberal of praise or censure; liberal with money; liberal in giving; liberal to the poor. The liberal arts. See under Art. Liberal education, education that enlarges and disciplines the mind and makes it master of its own powers, irrespective of the particular business or profession one may follow. Syn: Generous; bountiful; munificent; beneficent; ample; large; profuse; free. Usage: Liberal, Generous. Liberal is freeborn, and generous is highborn. The former is opposed to the ordinary feelings of a servile state, and implies largeness of spirit in giving, judging, acting, etc. The latter expresses that nobleness of soul which is peculiarly appropriate to those of high rank, -- a spirit that goes out of self, and finds its enjoyment in consulting the feelings and happiness of others. Generosity is measured by the extent of the sacrifices it makes; liberality, by the warmth of feeling which it manifests. liberal \Lib"er*al\, n. One who favors greater freedom in political or religious matters; an opponent of the established systems; a reformer; in English politics, a member of the Liberal party, so called. Cf. Whig. Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, � 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc. liberal adj 1: showing or characterized by broad-mindedness; "a broad political stance"; "generous and broad sympathies"; "a liberal newspaper"; "tolerant of his opponent's opinions" [syn: broad, tolerant] 2: having political or social views favoring reform and progress 3: tolerant of change; not bound by authoritarianism, orthodoxy, or tradition [ant: conservative] 4: given or giving freely; "was a big tipper"; "the bounteous goodness of God"; "bountiful compliments"; "a freehanded host"; "a handsome allowance"; "Saturday's child is loving and giving"; "a liberal backer of the arts"; "a munificent gift"; "her fond and openhanded grandfather" [syn: big, bighearted, bounteous, bountiful, freehanded, handsome, giving, openhanded] 5: not literal; "a loose interpretation of what she had been told"; "a free translation of the poem" [syn: free, loose] n 1: a person who favors a political philosophy of progress and reform and the protection of civil liberties [syn: progressive] [ant: conservative] 2: a person who favors an economic theory of laissez-faire and self-regulating markets
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, � 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 02:07:12 (EST)

My two cents are: ???
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- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 02:01:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Did I say stinky? I think I forgot stinky.
the dude at 22:12
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 00:07:09 (EST)

My two cents are: You could almost say the world already has many snotty, stupid, unthinking, arrogant, thin skinned, sissified, cry baby, whining, and whimpering people. All you all need is the membership card. Instant liberals!
the dude at 22:12
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 00:05:35 (EST)

My two cents are: My Bad. What I meant to say was the world already has many snotty, stupid, unthinking, arrogant, and thin skinned people. All you all need is the membership card. Instant liberals!s
the dude at 22:12
- Monday, December 02, 2002 at 00:02:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh my! Just when you think he can't get any more zany! Dr. Kissitget! Oh my oh my. This is going to be good! This is going to be the zaniest yet!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 23:56:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw! Hang on to your seats, folks! Dr. Kissitger! Haw haw haw haw haw haw haw!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 23:53:50 (EST)

My two cents are: I have a colleague who may have some political leanings suitable for this board. I don't have any myself but Dr. Kissitger played an active role in foreign affairs for several past administrations. I'll see what I can do to convince him to participate. If I can find his e-mail address I'll mail him the URL of this site, if he doesn't already have it.
Dr. J
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 23:09:43 (EST)

My two cents are: The problem with your right-wingers is that they are inferior. Well, stupider, more selfish, meaner, nastier, and probably uglier if the deformed troglodytes on this site are any representation. They are terribly frustrated because being fundamentally opposed to modern liberal Christian society they can never win an argument-- this is why they retreat into moronic crap like Coulter and Hannity, buying the books to hold up to mirror their fizzled thoughts, and then grasping the pathetic hope that amazon.com sales translate into quality. What the poor sap at 22:12:01 doesn't realize is that there is no reason for a Christian to be anything but snotty, unthinking, and arrogant about your average right-winger. Why should an evolved person be solicitous to antedeluvian right-wing slime that could never climb up out of the gutter? It makes about as much sense as trying to domesticate hyenas might. It could possibly work after a fashion, but who wants a hyena, or a Coulter, or a Limbaugh, domesticated or wild?
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 22:49:24 (EST)

My two cents are: I see now. The poor retchies are angry because they feel inferior. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 22:25:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Warm breeding environment? No, the world already has many snotty, stupid, unthinking, and arrogant people. All you all need is the membership card. Instant liberalsl
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 22:12:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Kissinger Promises Thorough 9/11 Probe ; Will Drop Conflicting Clients...
oh, good
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 21:48:29 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know if liberalism rules, but Snippy has certainly provided a warm breeding environment for their ilk. Thank goodness for the disintegrating economy or this guy might actually get elected.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 21:03:22 (EST)

My two cents are: Liberalism rules.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 20:35:12 (EST)

My two cents are: HE: "Well, I guess it's good Kissinger has a job that'll keep him in the US. . . You know, since if he travels outside the country he'll be arrested as a fucking war criminal and all. SHE: "I can't remember--when Kissinger signs a government paycheck, does he use a ballpoint pen, or the bloody, severed hand of an East Timorese child?" HE: "When John Poindexter speaks, is there still that flashing sign above his head that says, 'ALERT: I am a lying, sack-of-shit felon?'"
The Discreet Charm of Dim Son
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 15:37:00 (EST)

My two cents are: hE: "Henry Kissinger? Jesus Christ, are we fucking MOVING BACKWARDS IN TIME???" .......SHE: "It always feels so good to see Kissinger standing beside a US president. It kind of like watching Voltron gear up to physically assault the Statue of Liberty." HE: "Does Bush even know who these motherfuckers ARE? Didn't he get suspicious when he saw Kissinger and John Poindexter licking the blood off each other's hands?"
The Discreet Charm of Dim Son
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 15:33:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Disgraced Admiral Now a Super Spy by Joe Conason Those compassionate conservatives in the Bush White House feel quite strongly that a convicted felon deserves a second chance (unless, of course, he or she is unlucky enough to be executed). How else would they explain their decision to hire Iran-contra mastermind John Poindexter? They have employed him not as a clerk or a chauffeur�positions for which the retired admiral and Navy physicist would be overqualified�but to oversee one of the government�s most sensitive departments. Rehabilitation should be society�s hope for every nonviolent offender�even if, as in Dr. Poindexter�s case, said offender escaped a deserved jail sentence thanks to a technicality. (He had lied to Congress and shredded official documents to conceal the Reagan administration�s conspiracy to trade arms for hostages and then use the dirty money for covert operations.) We now know that under the ethical code of the Bush loyalists, lying can be permissible, even admirable, but only if the lies protect a politician from accountability for activities like dealing with a terrorist regime. Lying about the oral endearments of a lovestruck intern would obviously be dishonorable. As Ari Fleischer explained in his blandly sinister style last February, "Admiral Poindexter is somebody who this administration thinks is an outstanding American, an outstanding citizen, who has done a very good job in what he has done for our country, serving the military." For several months now, the rehabilitated admiral has directed a spooky-sounding outfit known as the Information Awareness Office, located within the Pentagon�s ultra-high-tech Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. (The seal of the Information Awareness Office, illustrated on its Web site at www.darpa.mil/iao, may stimulate paranoia. It�s that occult pyramid with the all-seeing eye, gazing upon a globe. The agency�s motto: "Knowledge is power.") Dr. Poindexter aspires to create "Total Information Awareness," a gigantic matrix that will track enemies of the state by amassing and analyzing every last byte of data in cyberspace, from E-ZPass tolls to Travelocity tickets to motel charges and far more. When an efficient bureaucrat like Dr. Poindexter says "everything," he must be presumed to mean literally every I.R.S. return, every medical record, every telephone bill, every credit report, every bank-card swipe, every movie ticket, every book, everything that isn�t paid for in cash. All of that�plus every e-mail sent by anybody anywhere. As described by Dr. Poindexter in an August speech at a meeting in California, T.I.A. will create "ultra-large-scale, semantically rich, easily implementable database technologies," allowing intelligence agencies to access "the world-wide, distributed, legacy data bases as if they were one centralized data base." Another priority, he reassured his listeners, is "to develop privacy protection technologies," although he has yet to explain how privacy is compatible with an omniscient centralized data repository. In an otherwise laudable column about the T.I.A. project, William Safire warned that its potentially massive invasion of privacy "is what will happen to your personal freedom in the next few weeks if John Poindexter gets the unprecedented power he seeks." That alarming statement isn�t quite accurate. For the moment, what Dr. Poindexter and his colleagues are developing is a prototype system, using a simulated information environment. Yet in a larger sense, the Times columnist is right. T.I.A. seeks to breach all boundaries between commercial and governmental information systems, wiping out the distinction between public and private to an extent that is difficult to imagine. It carries the imperative to uncover terrorist plotting much too far. What is innovative about this plan is Dr. Poindexter�s technological ambition. But there is nothing new about his blithe evisceration of the First and Fourth Amendments. The urge to snoop and intimidate seems to be an inherited trait of Republican administrations. This unwholesome impulse can be traced back to the Huston Plan uncovered in the Watergate investigation, a massive domestic-espionage program justified by antiwar and racial unrest, which was named after Tom Charles Huston, a White House bureaucrat whose pedigree included activism in the Young Americans for Freedom. An enlarged version emerged again, ironically, during the Iran-contra investigation, when the Miami Herald exposed a Reagan administration plan to "suspend the Constitution in the event of a national crisis, such as nuclear war, violent and widespread internal dissent or national opposition to a U.S. military invasion abroad." The most recent incarnation was Attorney General John Ashcroft�s ridiculous but threatening TIPS program. The recruitment of a former Iran-contra operative such as Dr. Poindexter, one of several brought into this administration, underlines a disturbing disrespect for the Constitution. Vaguely ominous overtones of the phrase "homeland security" are gradually congealing into an authoritarian reality. But the Senate can still restrain this historic trespass against liberty.
MORE BUSHIST FELONS
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 15:27:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Arming the Government �HR 5710 also expands the federal police state by allowing the attorney general to authorize federal agency inspectors general and their agents to carry firearms and make warrantless arrests,� Paul added. �One of the most disturbing trends in recent years is the increase in the number of federal officials authorized to carry guns. This is especially disturbing when combined with the increasing trend toward restricting the ability of average Americans to exercise their second amendment rights. Arming the government while disarming the public encourages abuses of power.� Rep. Paul likes to point to �You are a Suspect,� a recent article by William Safire in the New York Times. In that article, Safire details the Defense Department's plan to establish a system of "Total Information Awareness." �According to Mr. Safire,� Paul notes, �once this system is implemented, no American will be able to use the internet to fill a prescription, subscribe to a magazine, buy a book, send or receive e-mail, or visit a web site free from the prying eyes of government bureaucrats.� �Furthermore,� says Paul, referring to the Safire concerns, �individual internet transactions will be recorded in �a virtual centralized grand database.� Implementation of this project would shred the Fourth Amendment's requirement that the government establish probable cause and obtain a search warrant before snooping into the private affairs of its citizens." http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2002/11/29/185914.shtml
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 15:01:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Geesh, that Dr. J. The words "pathetic asshole" come to mind. Don't know why they do.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 13:58:56 (EST)

My two cents are: TANSTAFNJ? Shee-it!
Rubin Bubble
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 13:05:47 (EST)

My two cents are: TANSTAFNJ, Jim. There Ain't No Such Thing As a Free Nose Job, any more than there is "free" medical care of "free" beer on Fridays. A vast lunatic conspiracy had to be mobilized for that nose job to become a reality. Everyone from Jerry Falwell to the the laid-off Cincinnatti bus-driver contributed, each according to his ability and level of bitter hatred. Typical lieberal idiocy and lack of Economics 101. The same people who don't understand that tinkering with the ability of stockbrokers to cheat their clients will kick the slats out from under the entrepreneurial spirit that created the Rubin Bubble, as an intelligent black man once pointed out.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 12:05:34 (EST)

My two cents are: I've often wondered about that come-on line, "kiss it." Whoever dreamed that one up should get a free nose job.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:46:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Giuliani isn't from Arkansas, you dolt.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:28:44 (EST)

My two cents are: Will Dr. Jismhead be growing axillary hair any time soon?
Youth Wants to Know
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:17:50 (EST)

My two cents are: "Seemingly"?
too tactful
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:10:51 (EST)

My two cents are: How is it that Dr. J. seemingly misses all the points of the missile-pointed instructive deconstructions of Dr. J?
frustrated Francophile whatsthe pointilliste
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:09:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Have we overturned that repressive regime in Saudi Arabia yet?
axle of evil
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:01:42 (EST)

My two cents are: I used to wonder that myself for a long, long time, because of his leftist environmental wacko views on "light pollution" and his anti-business stance regarding Microsoft. I mean, that stuff's straight out of the socialist handbook. But, after watching him carefully, I've come to the conclusion he's on the up and up and his socialist leanings are motivated out of nothing more than pure self interest. That's good enough for me.
Harl
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 11:00:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Amazing how Glint continues to set himself up after all this time, isn't it? Makes you wonder if he's just some liberal's sock puppet.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 10:47:36 (EST)

My two cents are: He got everything he deserved.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 10:43:53 (EST)

My two cents are: I would assume the shareholders kicked his sorry ass out of office for such ickiness.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 10:28:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Thanks for the warning. What this guy from Arkansas did sure sounds like the road to ruin to me. The public disdain alone must have been horrible, not to mention the abject poverty he must now live in.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 10:25:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Tme to read our letters on the show. Here's one from Saturday: "I'm going to start reading every word Dr. J posts." That is a marvelous idea. Everyone who does so you'll experiences a much fuller life. Everyone who has performed my sexual compatability test has benefited by saving hundreds if not thousands of dollars in wasted wining and dining of sexaully incompatible women. The only exception was one gentleman from Arkansas. Seems he messed up more than his subject's clothing and hair. But he was a hillbilly, a total rube totally lacking class and etiquette. Don't repeat his mistakes. His was what one might call the very embodiment of jismheadedness: nasty and blegh. The share holders in his company described his office environment and job performance as "a grimy smelly washroom used and maintained only by adolescents...Frustrated adolescent-level sexuality [i.e. "kiss it"] being enacted during adulthood, in place of adult-level sexuality." (The jismhead was married.)
Dr. J
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 10:04:24 (EST)

My two cents are: I would trust the Doctor to keep it close to the vest, so to speak. No leaks. Everything on the QT. Hey, people, we're at war!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 09:52:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Did it ever occur to you that maybe Dr. K. didn't want Mr. and Mrs. America to get their panties in a bunch about it?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 02:20:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm not so sure that Dr. Kissinger understands terrorism defense, especially the parts dealing with secrecy. I mean, the guy kept our extension of the war into Cambodia secret for a long time, and I don't understand why. Didn't the Cambodians know they were being bombed?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 02:14:59 (EST)

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