I don't know which is funnier, her choices, or the fact that she thinks she'll be president.
Sherman Frederick is a columnist, and a bit of a douchenozzle.
It seems that Sherm got his granny pants into a twist after listening to President Obama's weekly address, called: “On Thanksgiving, Grateful for the Men and Women Who Defend Our Country.”
Obama had the audacity to refer to Thanksgiving as a "celebration of community." You know, like the Pilgrims and the Native Americans, all those years ago, in a celebration of community, ALLEGEDLY shared a meal.
Holy Rollin' Douche Sherman Frederick says that "Somebody ought to remind Obama (and his speechwriter) that when Americans sit down around a meal today and give thanks, they give thanks to God."
Not everybody Sherman. Not everybody.
And that's what Obama meant. Asshat.
I like some news that makes me smile.
Chaz Bono has asked his girlfriend, Jennifer Elia, to marry him, and she said 'Yes.'
Congratulations and best wishes to the happy couple.
Horses could soon be butchered in the United States for human consumption after Congress quietly lifted a 5-year-old ban on funding horse meat inspections.
To that i say, Neighhhhhhhhhhhh.
Check Nigeria off my list of places to get married.
Horses could soon be butchered in the United States for human consumption after Congress quietly lifted a 5-year-old ban on funding horse meat inspections.
To that i say, Neighhhhhhhhhhhh.
Check Nigeria off my list of places to get married.
The Senate there voted this week to pass the bill mandating that gay couples who marry will be sent to prison, and anyone who helps them, even as a witness, gets prison time too.
It's not clear if the bill would then go to Nigeria's House of Representatives or to President Goodluck Jonathan for his approval, but.......seriously Nigeria.
Knock it off.
Hey Herman Cain?
My watch says fifteen past the hour.
Times up. You've been a laugh riot, but, let's all address the elephant in the room.
You won't be president.
Move along now.
From the bookshelf.
I have this habit of reading two, and sometimes three, books at a time. Now, they have to be very different types of books so i don't get confused. I mean, I don't read a pair of Stephen Kings....that would be weird.
Book One: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. It's the story of a woman who died from cancer in 1951, and doctors removed some of her cancerous cells--without her permission or knowledge--and those cells have never died.
Her cells, the HeLa cells, have been used in all sorts of experiments--they've even been to the Moon!--and made millions of dollars and created a new industry. And her family never knew.
It's not just a story of medicine and cells and science, because, well, that ain't my bag, but it's also the story of racism in this country, then and now, and how one small, what some in the medical field might consider minor, procedure, changed the life of a family, and changed the world.
Good stuff.
Book Two: Carrie Fisher's Shockaholic. It tells the story of her addiction to drugs, her thoughts of suicide, and her choice at using electro-convulsive therapy--AKA shock therapy--to feel better.
Heavy stuff, indeed, but if anyone can make sense of it all, and give you a giggle, a snort, and, at times, even a belly laugh, it's Carrie Fisher.
She makes light of the dark like no one else.
Dexter.
Loving it.
That's all.
Hey Herman Cain?
My watch says fifteen past the hour.
Times up. You've been a laugh riot, but, let's all address the elephant in the room.
You won't be president.
Move along now.
From the bookshelf.
I have this habit of reading two, and sometimes three, books at a time. Now, they have to be very different types of books so i don't get confused. I mean, I don't read a pair of Stephen Kings....that would be weird.
Book One: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. It's the story of a woman who died from cancer in 1951, and doctors removed some of her cancerous cells--without her permission or knowledge--and those cells have never died.
Her cells, the HeLa cells, have been used in all sorts of experiments--they've even been to the Moon!--and made millions of dollars and created a new industry. And her family never knew.
It's not just a story of medicine and cells and science, because, well, that ain't my bag, but it's also the story of racism in this country, then and now, and how one small, what some in the medical field might consider minor, procedure, changed the life of a family, and changed the world.
Good stuff.
Book Two: Carrie Fisher's Shockaholic. It tells the story of her addiction to drugs, her thoughts of suicide, and her choice at using electro-convulsive therapy--AKA shock therapy--to feel better.
Heavy stuff, indeed, but if anyone can make sense of it all, and give you a giggle, a snort, and, at times, even a belly laugh, it's Carrie Fisher.
She makes light of the dark like no one else.
Dexter.
Loving it.
That's all.
