I Didn't Say It.....

Champion cyclist Graeme Obree, on growing up gay, and now coming out:

“I was brought up thinking you'd be better dead than gay. I must have known I was gay and it was so unacceptable. I was brought up by a war generation - they grew up when gay people were put in jail. Being homosexual was so unthinkable that you just wouldn't be gay. I'd no inkling about anything, I just closed down...People say, 'How can you be gay and be married and have kids and not know it?’ But when I went to my psychologist she reckoned I had the emotional age of about 13 because I'd just closed down."

Shining example of what society does to people by making them feel different, and less than.
Closed down.
No one should ever live that way because they've grown up believing they're somehow wrong in being themselves.

Maryland's Lieutenant Governor Anthony Brown, on his hope that lawmakers will approve a marriage equality bill pending in the legislature:

“I have always believed that all Marylanders should have an equality of rights and responsibilities and that includes marriage equality. So regardless of gender, we should be able to choose who it is that we are going to marry and hopefully spend the rest of our lives with. And so I’m supportive of that."

Um, I guess he's read the Constitution and the Bill of Rights where it talks about equality for all Americans, not just the straight ones.
It makes me feel so good to see more and more of these politicians--most of them Democrats--stepping up for equality.

Newt Gingrich, on why he is against marriage equality:

"Look, I'm quite happy to say I come out of a tradition, which is several thousand years old, that says marriage is between a man and a woman. And I'm prepared to defend that tradition. And I happen to believe it. And I think I have as much right to my belief as you have to yours."

Oh, Newt, you complete dick.
No one is saying that you don't have a right to your opinions, we're just asking that you don't use your religious hypocrisy--I mean, seriously, Newt, you cheated on all your wives....yes, one man, and, is it four women?--but do not use your religious hypocrisy to enforce some archaic sense of justice.
If marriage was truly one man and one women, you'd still be married to the FIRST Missus Gingrich, god help her.

Howard Stern, on why he doesn't like the use of the word 'fag':

"I have a tremendous compassion for people who are homosexuals. I feel that they are bullied and abused in our society. And I've put a lot of thought into this - and they take such shit just because they like to be with the same sex. It seems so absurd to me. And there so many people out there who just knock their brains out - the gay people. They just treat them so poorly. It must be a terrible thing to be exposed to that kind of hatred and be hated just because of your sexuality..."

Wow, wise words from Stern, with no punchline.
Nice of him to step up, and denounce the use of the other f-word.

Ricky Martin, on being a gay activist:

"There's no pressure from anybody. It's something I feel really good about doing. I have been an activist for human rights for many years. Today, I'm in touch with who I am and I have the opportunity to be in front of a camera and talk to millions of people. After I wrote the book and went on Oprah Winfrey, so many people have come to me, telling me, 'Ricky, thank you because I understand what acceptance is today.' 'Ricky, thank you. I feel better about myself because you have a very beautiful family and the words 'dysfunctional family' don't exist in your life.'..."

Ricky has long been a humanitarian, but it's nice to see him come out, in more ways than one, to help the LGBT community.
We aren't all so very different with our stories.

Armie Hammer, on playing  J. Edgar Hoover's secret lover in an upcoming movie opposite Leonardo DiCaprio:

"It's not a kissing scene—it's a ton of kissing scenes...I'm so excited to work with Clint [Eastwood], and from what I hear, he's not the type of director who has a ton of rehearsals and takes. I think we're just sort of thrown in there and have to make it happen....I actually just met [Leo] for the first time Saturday at the DGA Awards. Sure, we talked business...He's a talented actor. I'm not nervous or afraid of it being awkward. The script is great. The scenes are in there for a reason. I'm really excited....Yeah, you hear that, Leo? Pucker up!"

Armie Hammer.
My new man-crush.
He's looking forward to some man kissing?
Heaven.....I'm in Heaven.....

Ted Haggard, disgraced pastor, meth head and man-on-man massage enthusiast, on gay marriage:

"The word marriage is a big deal to people of faith. We’ve made it sacred. That’s why I believe that churches, synagogues, mosques, and temples should have total freedom to have whatever types of unions they believe as godly. But I think that we as a democratic society, as a constitutional republic — if we don’t respect individual civil liberties, then we’re making a horrific mistake. The church is in the early stages of another ‘the earth is flat’ crisis. I say to all religious people that we should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry on the subject. Or we’re going to be embarrassed in another 10 or 20 years."

Is it me, or is this Ted's way of sticking yet another foot out of the closet?
i mean, when he was first nailed--pun intended--as a meth-using man-whore, he said he was a confused heterosexual, and this year he began calling himself bisexual, though he prefers women.
Next year, he'll be drag queen Pastor Ized, on RuPaul's Drag Race.

Jason Sudeikis, on some of his, ahem, gayer moments on SNL, like sucking Zac Efron's toes, and kissing Jon Hamm:

"Truth be told, I hadn’t done that in any of the rehearsals. I just did it on the air to screw with him. The scene is basically about an older brother teaching his younger brother how to get girls. Zac’s a nice guy, we got along really well, and he really enjoyed that scene. There was so much good energy by the time we did it for the show, I thought, I’m just going to try it and make him fight me, but I was able to overpower him and stick half his foot in my mouth. I figured if anyone in the world has a clean foot, it’s got to be Zac Efron. [It tasted like] Just any old foot. That’s one of the nice things about life: It doesn’t matter how good-looking you are or how well your career’s going, all our feet taste the same.....SNL already has those “Kissing Family” sketches, where the joke is that the family is way too into each other, so Jon and I agreed in rehearsal, “Let’s not play this for laughs with slapping tongues. Let’s kiss for real. We’ll bump mustaches and kiss like we mean it.” So that’s what we did...I’ve kissed a handful of fellas in various improv shows and stuff, but I’d never done it with a mustache or kissed someone else with a mustache, so that was interesting. It’s off the bucket list!"

Kissing Jon Hamm.
Some guys have all the luck.
Meryl Streep, on playing former British PM Margaret Thatcher in the film The Iron Lady:

"The prospect of exploring the swathe cut through history by this remarkable woman is a daunting and exciting challenge. I am trying to approach the role with as much zeal, fervour and attention to detail as the real Lady Thatcher possesses – I can only hope my stamina will begin to approach her own!"

Meryl can play anything, and anyone.
And I'd pay to see it.

I Ain't One To Gossip, But........

I loves me some Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

Mainly because, after watching this season, and knowing that Camille Grammer was dumped by her husband, A-list [her words] star Kelsey Grammer, i wanted to see her knocked off the pedestal she built for herself out of solid gold and discarded silicone implants. And, because after watching this season while Camille talks about being very very wealthy, and owning seven, or is it eight homes, and having four nannies to care for her two children, and how she is on a different social level than her castmates, I know that before the last episode airs, all those pronouncements will be meaningless because Kelsey will have cut her loose.

I loves me some bitch smackdown.

But, it gets even better, because now, ALLEGEDLY, there is evidence that Mrs. Kelsey Grammer has a porn past. I mean, in addition to being a former stripper. See, ALLEGEDLY, there are pictures and comments about her not-so-flattering past floating around the Internet, and the culprits doing all the talk about Porn Camille, and Stripper Camille?

Her castmates on TRHoBN!

Dee-lish.

A source, and by source, I mean, one of Camille's former porn producers, or costars, says: "The Housewives discovered soft porn pictures of Camille online and sent the links to everybody they know." Emails entitled, "The Morally Corrupt Camille Donnatacci Grammer."

The emails contain links to a list of her film career, um, highlights. And, while it is no secret that Camille bared her enhanced boobage for Playboy, what was a secret was her roles in some 1990s erotica like Marilyn Chambers Bedtime Stories and The Naked Detective.

Now, this may be old news, and it may be no one's business, but, I love the fact that Camille has held herself up to be a glamorous Hollywood wife, or, ahem, ex-wife, of an A-list [again, her words] star, when all the while she has this less than elegant past.

Now comes word that, in addition to having her high-powered lawyers wring as much of Kelsey's Frasier money as they can, she set her lawyers on Bravo and renegotiated her contract so that she can leave the show whenever she wants whether she fulfills her contract or not.

Camille won't make a decision until, oh, I dunno, her divorce is final and she has the fifty million and no longer needs Bravo TV.

Well, that doesn't take long.

It was about ten minutes ago that Eva Longoria Parker filed for divorce from her somewhat cheating husband Tony Parker, dropped the Parker from her name, and moved on.

And now it seems that the Desperate Housewives star is dating, and perhaps shacking up with Penelope Cruz's little brother, Eduardo Cruz.

According to sources, and by sources, I mean Teri Hatcher, the new couple spent Christmas together at Eva Longoria-No-Longer-Parker's home; and it doesn't seem like it was a one-time visit.

Teri Hatcher--okay, maybe not Teri Hatcher, but, okay, Teri Hatcher: "He's there at least three nights out of every four." Teri goes on to say that the couple shuns the limelight since Eva split from her husband just eight weeks ago. She must have been devastated because it took her an entire four weeks before she could move on.

Of course, according to Longoria's representatives, in typical Hollywood-speak, the two are "just friends."

ALLEGEDLY with benefits.

New Couple Alert!

Collagen-lipped Meg Ryan is dating John Mellencamp.

Wow! Never saw that coming.

But what's most interesting is that the duo ALLEGEDLY began dating minutes after Mellencamp announced his separation from Elaine Irwin, his wife of 18 years. It seems everyone is shocked, except Meg's close friends.

A friend, and by friend, I mean jealous neighbor with too much time on her hands, says: "Meg has liked John for a long time, and they are very comfortable together. They already looked like an old married couple when they strolled through [New York's] West Village or spent time on Martha's Vineyard."

The friend goes on to say that Ryan and Mellencamp "don't care what people say. They are in love."

In love is nice, but in love while one half of the couple is married isn't so much. Especially since Meg Ryan admitted that her ex-husband cheated on her during their marriage and how it devastated her. ALLEGEDLY, though, Meg holds herself to a different standard.
The friend, and you've got to love a friend who loves to talk about you behind your back, says: "Meg has a thing for famous men. But [John] is great with her adopted daughter [Daisy True] and has even met her son with Dennis [Jack Henry]. As far as Meg is concerned, life is too short to not grab happiness when it comes along. She has nothing to prove to anyone."

Nope, but once a cheater always a cheater, so she might want to keep an eye on Mellencamp.

And he may want to keep an eye on her.

You know, I love some Courtney Love drama.

And it seems that the wack-a-doo Miss Love has once again found herself at the center of a legal frenzy. But, since Courtney likes to go overboard, this new legal snafu is being called "groundbreaking" and just might set a legal precedent for whether celebrities--or anyone, really--can be found libel for intentionally putting untrue or defamatory statements on social networks like Twitter and Facebook.

Yup, Courtney is in trouble for Twittering. Possibly Drunk Twittering, or more likely Stoned Twittering.
Love is being sued by fashion designer Dawn Simorangkir, who says that a stream of insulting and false Tweets from Courtney's pie-Hole [See what I did there? Love is the lead singer of Hole? Pie-hole? Okay, moving on] destroyed her reputation and cost her millions in lost revenue.

Love's Tweets ALLEGEDLY named Simorangkir "a drug-pushing prostitute with a history of assault and battery who lost custody of her own child and capitalized on Love's fame before stealing from her."

Oh, Courtney! Pot.Kettle.Lunatic.

The lawsuit goes before a judge and jury in LA this month and represents the first defamation suit brought against a celebrity because of comments made on Twitter. The case is of particular importance because it will establish whether a public figure's comments on Twitter should be held to the same libel laws that apply to the news media or if tweets should be given, as defamation expert Alonzo Wickers says, "the same latitude as an op-ed piece or a letter to the editor."

Simorangkir plans to call a social media expert to the stand, and will ALLEGEDLY introduce into evidence e-mails and recorded phone calls made by Love which prove Courtney felt remorse about the tweets and knew what she was doing was wrong.

Love, of course, says she didn't do anything wrong, and that she was just repeating things Simorangkir had said to her. I know how that goes; may is the time I've said to a friend that I'm a "drug-pushing prostitute with a history of assault and battery who lost custody of my own child and capitalized on Love's fame before I stole from her."

Yeah, I ought to stop doing that.

TLC is rapidly proving itself to be the spot where television goes to die.

The home to media-whore and bad mother Kate Gosselin, and the home to paid political commercial for Mama Grizzly Bore's political future, has now become home to a reality show featuring ALLEGED crystal meth head, and certifiable homosexual and pastor fallen from grace, Ted Haggard's new reality show.

Really TLC? Gosselin? Palin? Haggard? Is there no end to the bottom of your barrel?

Apparently not, because disgraced evangelist Ted Haggard, who lost his mega-church-money-machine following a male prostitute and crystal meth-fueled scandal, has scored a one-hour reality special on TLC.

Called Ted Haggard: Scandalous.

The show will ALLEGEDLY show how the pastor and his family rebuilt their lives since his epic fall from a meth high, and a male massage table back in '06. And it will, forgive me for laughing, and throwing up a little, serve as a public relations device and document his announcement of a new ministry in Colorado Springs.

Straight out of Ted Haggard's male-genitalia-loving mouth: "My family and I endured the darkest hours imaginable in the public spotlight, and have spent the last four years fighting and struggling to rebuild our lives, our faith and our family."

And what better way to complete our healing than sell ourselves on TV!

Musings

Big weather changes in Smallville. The heat of summer has been replaced by the coolness of fall almost overnight. We were in the high 90s last week, and have spent the last couple of days in the rainy wet 70s. Dare I say it, but summer is truly over.

Carlos was doing outreach over the weekend at a local Catholic Church. Do not get me started on the idea that a Catholic church in South Carolina would let someone hand out information on HIV prevention and protection at a church. That is, as Rachel Zoe might say, Major. But then they asked Carlos to make his announcement that he would be outside after Mass from the pulpit. Yes, dear readers, My Little Homo spoke at a Catholic Mass. Now, apparently, I must call him Padre Carlitos, though I'm leaning more towards Sister Carlotta.

Is man-massage loving, meth-head, former mega-church pastor, ex-gay....tee hee, it's funny because it's not possible....Ted Haggard rushing to the defense of accused sexual predator Bishop Eddie Long because he truly believes Long is innocent, or because he wants to get on the Eddie Long in Pink Muscle T's mailing list?
That's a rhetorical question.

Let's check America's collective short-term memory. Y'all remember back when Bill Clinton was president and the GOP painted him as the most evil of evils? Like they're doing to Obama now? Okay, good. Well, do y'all remember serial adulterer Newt Gingrich and his "Contract With America"--that list of all the things the GOP would do if we voted them control of the House? Nice. So, then, you must remember, that many people voted to give the GOP control and suddenly we heard no more of the "Contract With America". And now, they're trying the same thing with the "Pledge To America." You really think they'll follow through on it? I mean, they didn't follow through the last time, but, okay, you wanna believe it, go ahead. But make sure you realize that the writer of the GOP's "Pledge To America" is a lobbyist for AIG and Exxon and Pfizer, among others. So, does that seem like the GOP has the best interests of America at heart, or the best interests of big business?

Lohan. Yeah, back in jail for a hot minute and out on bail. Barely. There is talk that Lohan was so strapped for cash that she almost couldn't post bail, which might have been the best thing for her. And then comes the news that Lindsay would voluntarily check herself into rehab; fifth time's the charm. Or is it the sixth? But instead of going into rehab she makes a highly publicized trip to an LA mission and hands out purses to some of the girls there. Lindsay? Honey? I know we've had our issues, but seriously, a trip to a mission doesn't make you Mother Terese, it makes you a self-entitled drug addict looking for good press in the hopes that, come October 22nd, the judge doesn't send your ass back to jail. Sad, but true.

I caught a couple of episodes of LOGO's new show, Gossip Queens. Not so heavy on the gossip, and not so much fun with the queens. If you wanna see real gossip and real queens, check out Joan Rivers on E's Fashion Police. Now that's gossipy and funny!

It's Funny, Cuz It's True

I saw this at The New Yorker and it's just too funny not to share:



Amen, Brother
by Paul Rudnick


What my therapist says is that I am a heterosexual with issues. —Ted Haggard.

Thank you, Ted, and God bless you, Ted’s therapist. My name is Stan Belker, and I’m the pastor here at Our Lady of the Irredeemable Sinner, in Nashville, and, just like Ted, I, too, have struggled with my sexuality and have come out the other side, into the good green pastures of Christian family life.
As a teenager, I found that I was attracted both to serving Our Lord and to Jimmy Wiggins, the assistant coach of my high-school soccer team. I was in torment, and I would pray for hours on end, asking God why He would command me to love Him so deeply and at the same time just go and create Jimmy’s snug little soccer shorts. I told my clergyman, Father Josiah, about my conflicting urges, and he tried to reconcile them by explaining that from certain angles Jesus looks just like Dennis Quaid. Still, I had agonizing doubts: was I just experiencing a completely normal phase of adolescent uncertainty, or were Jimmy Wiggins’s firm, high buttocks really a calling card from Satan?
I became determined to change, to lead a wholly Christian life. In college, I began to date. At first, I took things slow, and I went out with only the most pious, virginal girls, who luckily often had strong, masculine jawlines. I became pre-engaged to Mary Ann Collier, and we’d sit in her sorority’s front parlor reading Scripture together. “I think that St. Francis and St. Michael are my favorite holy men,” Mary Ann said one evening. “You’re right about Francis,” I said. “He’s to die for, but Michael should work on his calf muscles.” “Stan,” Mary Ann asked me, “is there something you’d like to tell me?” “Yes, there is,” I replied gratefully. “I’d just like you to know that, if it weren’t for the teachings of Our Lord, I would very much enjoy having sexual intercourse with you. But, because of our shared beliefs, I’ll just have to make do with my lonely dorm room and this issue of Men’s Fitness, the one with all those great ab routines.”
I was in college when I had my first sexual encounter with a man—Brad Bicknell, a student in my Christian Values seminar. One day, as we stood side by side at the urinals discussing the importance of abstinence, Brad asked me out to dinner. “But just as friends and Christian study buddies,” he assured me. “I have absolutely no intention of allowing our eyes to lock over the bread basket, because that would only lead to the surprisingly roomy back seat of my Toyota Celica, where we’d be forced to grapple with each other’s moist, engorged man areas.”
I’ll be honest; I was curious. I needed to know exactly what sexual activity with another fellow might entail, so I could be ashamed of it. I warned Brad that, while I would be willing to sleep with him as a very small part of my journey to Christian wholeness, I didn’t intend to enjoy the experience. In fact, while we were going at it, I said, “Brad, while what you’re doing feels unbelievably good and just might cause my entire body to explode, it’s nothing compared with what I hope to one day experience with my future wife, if she’s double-jointed.”
But I knew that what Brad and I were doing was wrong, especially after the fifty-eighth time. That was when I told Brad, quite firmly, “Brad, our being together is sinful and will only impede our development as responsible Christian adults. And your mustache tickles.” The very next day, I met Stacy Crothers, the beautiful, adoring, steadfast woman who would become my wife. When I first met Stacy, in the cafeteria, I was smitten with her shy smile, her sparkling conversation, and the family photographs that she proudly took from her wallet, which included several snapshots of her sturdy quarterback brother, Frank, at the beach in a Speedo. “I have a very good feeling about us,” I told Stacy on that very first day.
After a blissfully romantic courtship lasting only twelve years, Stacy and I were married. We had decided to save ourselves for our wedding night, because, as I reminded Stacy over and over, “The first time I make love to a woman, I want it to be sacred and special, and not just mindless, unending pleasure, like sex with a guy.” And I have to say that, in the bedroom, Stacy and I got along like a house afire, especially if that house was willing to respond to the nickname Skipper.
But I’m not perfect. Like any human being, I had the occasional odd desire, the stray thought, the random yearning to, for example, seduce a seventeen-year-old lad after choir practice. Thanks to my years of work with a gifted therapist, I now fully realize that my actions were inappropriate, even though they were listed in boldface on the daily church calendar, as “Nude Prayer,” “Nude Prayer in the Basement,” and “Nude Prayer with Mutual Body Scrub.”
So, yes, I was flawed, but my commitment to my parishioners, my wife, and my family remained my primary focus, until finally I was caught on tape, attempting to buy crystal meth, sexual services, and a plus-size tube top from a male prostitute. Of course, at the time, in my innocence, I didn’t realize that Jack was a drug dealer and a prostitute; I assumed that his offer of drugs and orgies was just an expression of low self-esteem, and his way of telling me, “After we do the crystal and have sex with all these guys, I’d really like to talk about the story of Ruth.” I felt that I was counselling Jack, sometimes for days at a time, in our cheap motel room, where I would always place a full-color photo portrait of my family atop the minibar.
When the truth finally came out, on every news show in the country, at first I was devastated, and I imagined that I would lose everything, including my church, my family, and my ten-per-cent Clergyman’s Discount with Jack. But you know what? When I was being reviled on every front page, when I was hiding from the media in my den, clutching a bottle of bourbon, when I was trying to explain to Stacy that a male prostitute is just like Mary Magdalene in “Jesus Christ Superstar,” that was when I truly felt the presence of my Saviour. That was when I heard the Lord say unto me, “Stan, now you can begin to truly know thyself, and therefore to know God. Stan, now your spiritual journey can really begin. Stan, put down that bottle and that copy of People’s Sexiest Man Alive issue with Hugh Jackman on the cover, because he’s never going to write back.”
And since that day I have lived in the light. My wife and I have spent months in counselling, screaming and sobbing and finally coming back together, over our shared love for Christian living and early Jean-Claude Van Damme films. And I have told my children and my church that Stan Belker isn’t perfect, and he’s never going to be perfect. That Stan Belker is going to try with all his might to lead a clean Christian life, even if every now and then he still has a yen to offer Keanu Reeves a papal blessing in exchange for his underpants.
But those thoughts, those blips, they’re not who I am. Just like Ted Haggard, I can take responsibility for my actions. Because when I saw Ted on “Oprah,” spilling his guts, promoting his HBO special, and staying a good few feet away from his wife on the couch, I thought, Ted, if you can make it, I can make it. Together we can move forward, into the clean bright light of the Christian dawn. Together we can make only the most righteous choices. Together we will become decent Christian adults. Call me.

Seriously, People, STFU

Blago....Blagojevich....Rod....Roddy....Whatever.
So he was impeached, kicked out by a fully unanimous Senate vote on his lying cheating corrupt behind. But, hey, he showed up, you know; to resign with dignity? Silly people, of course not. That's not what we do these days. We don't say, Oops, my bad. I made a mistake. I did something wrong. I'll go now.
And we don't fight, either. If we think we're being railroaded, accused of a crime we did not commit, we don't stand up in front of our accusers and say, Here's what happened. Here's my proof. I am not a crook.
Nah, these days when you've done something wrong, you go on a publicity junket. You stop in to see Matt and Meredith; you talk to a TV image of Barbara Walters; you talk to Father Time, er, Larry King. Yet, still, you don't answer questions. Straight questions.
Did you say that Governor?
I haven't heard the full tape.
But did you say that?
And my favorite answer.
It was taken out of context.
So, Blago is gone, and he's taken his hair with him. Illinois is thrilled. I'd be thrilled, too, down here in Smallville, if he's just shut up and go away completely.
But I have a feeling a book is coming, or a documentary, and another round of TV tours.
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Ted Haggard and his "wife" were on Oprah this week, and I, for one, was happy she stopped talking about her large behind or how she elected Barack Obama for a day.
Ted and the missus were on to discuss his being a big flaming, lying, crack head, closeted homo.....or, I mean, a heterosexual with issues.
Issues, Ted? Really. Honey, you have whole subscriptions.
As he talked my gaydar was pinging so loudly I could scarcely hear the television. He isn't gay, he says; he isn't bi, he says. He has tendencies.
Tendencies to have sex with men.
Which makes you a big lying queer, Ted. Because the last time I checked, truly straight men don't have tendencies to have sex with other men. Maybe once, in college, on a dare, after a few beers, but over and over again? Sorry, Teddy, that dog won't hunt. And don't blame it on your crackheadedness; lots of crackheads out there, lots of 'em men; but they ain't doing the bend over, grab your ankles and sing an aria for me, baby.
Now, the "wife" comes out. She says she knew of his "tendencies" when she married him; she knew he'd done things in his past. Then she says my favorite line, how we all have inclinations, but we don't all choose to act on them.
Excuse me. sister, but it isn't a choice: you chose, dear. You chose. To be a heterosexual woman married to a queer crackhead hate-spewing ex-pastor. And you chose to deny your husband's "inclinations" because you were living high on the homo-hog with all your minions donating to your church.
Seriously, Teddy and Gayle.
Shut the fuck up already.
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Just a few words on this one.
Rush Limbaugh is a big fat drug addled ass.
He hopes Obama fails. He said that. "I hope he fails."
Can you imagine how much he would rant and rage if anyone said that about W, who did fail?
Rush would be so mad he'd scream, all of his chins wriggling, his drug dealers scampering to refill his prescriptions.
You're an idiot Limbaugh.
An unpatriotic racist fat-assed drug-addicted idiot.
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And last but not least.
Exxon made 7.82 billion dollars in the last quarter of '08.
SEVEN.POINT.EIGHT-TWO BILLION DOLLARS.
Does that sound right to anyone except Exxon?
Home Depot is closing stores and laying people off.
Starbucks is closing stores and laying people off.
Linens'n'Things is just plain closing all it's stores.
Circuit City is bankrupt.
BestBuy is cutting jobs.
Kodak, too.
Even over at Disney/ABC they're cutting jobs.
But Exxon is raking in billions. In this economy, with the government bailing out banks; with people losing their homes.
Smells fishy to me.

Ramble

I have this annoying habit of wanting to comment on everything I see, hear, smell, taste, touch, hear. Get over it!

I saw Liza on The View yesterday. She sang, then she chatted with the ladies. All I could think was that somewhere Judy Garland is clicking the heels of a very well-worn pair of ruby slippers together and trying to tell Liza to go home.

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Apparently Washington state wants to extend to same-sex couple the exact same rights and privileges married couples get, but they don't want to call it marriage; it's all of it, but the name. It's Rosa Parks moving, not to the back of the bus, but the middle of the bus; it's Separate But Equal; it's throwing us a bone and hoping we'll be quiet. Honey? No..................................No.

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The murder/suicide of the family in California. Seven lives lost because the father was so despondent over losing his job, he could only think of one way out. Now, i know a lot of gay folks have contemplated suicide, but I never have; it was not an option. So, I wish this man had one person he could talk to, one person who would really listen, one person who might help, so he didn't think his only option was suicide. And he didn't think he had to take his family with him.

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The people in those polls who are angry that Obama spoke with an Arab television network. These people think we should have a dialogue with the Arab world, think we should try to work with Arab nations, think working together would be best for the world. But they don't think HE should talk to THEM, rather THEY should come to HIM. That's part of the problem, people, not a solution.

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Girls who bully girls in school. Girls have so many problems to face already, why do they need to attack one another, fight one another, taunt one another? Why can't young girls learn to work together to make life better for themselves and the next generation of young girls, and not resort to bullying one another? Seriously, ladies, if you can't make it work amongst yourselves, how do you expect to be treated better in the real world

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Ted Haggard calling himself, and I quote, "a heterosexual with issues." The only issue, Ted, is when are you going to admit that you're gay; when is your wife going to admit it? When the money stops rolling in from your 'I Have Sinned' tour and movie and talk show appearances? Heterosexual men do not like having sex with men, Ted. You're gay at least; bisexual at most; and a complete disgrace.

Ted Haggard...Now Gayer Than Ever

Homosexual not-wannabe, evangelical leader Ted Haggard's former church, New Life Church in Colorado Springs, disclosed Friday that the gay sex scandal that caused his downfall extends to a young male church volunteer who reported having a sexual relationship with Haggard.

Apparently, this young man spoke to church leaders in 2006, after Haggard's first sex scandal broke. You know, the one about Mike Jones, the male prostitute, and the crack?

Well, this young man, who was in his early 20s, said his, um, relationship with Pastor Ted went on for a "long period of time...it wasn't a one-time act." And he classified the relationship as a "consensual sexual" one. Church officials say they are certain the man was of legal age when he and the pastor started boinking.

Of course, Pastor Ted, looking to capitalize on his lies and deceit, drug use and propensity for prostitutes of the male persuasion, isn't speaking. He wants you to talk to his publicist, because there is a documentary about him airing on HBO this month.

The timing couldn't be more perfect.

And perhaps even more disturbing than Pastor Ted's agents and documentaries, and ever evolving sex scandal, is how his church handled the young man who came to them about his affair with Haggard.

The church reached a legal settlement to pay the man for counseling and college tuition, with one condition; that being that none of the parties involved discuss the matter publicly. So, let's get this straight, if I can do that. Pastor Ted preaches anti-homosexual hatred from the pulpit of the New Life Church, all the while he's hiring prostitutes, using drugs and having an affair with a young male member of his flock. Then Teddy runs to rehab to cure himself, not of his crack-headedness, but of his gayness. And the church sends the boy to college.

Now there's a scholarship I wish they'd had when I was in school. Boink the preacher, go to college. Where do I sign up?

Now, word comes that a Colorado Springs TV station is interviewing the young man, who is said to be coughing up a detailed report of his, um, relationship with Haggard. Obviously, the church wanted the boy to hesh up, but he has decided to go public.

Of course, not be outdone, in the "Do As I Say, Not As I Do" life lessons, Haggard will be speaking to Larry King and Oprah, to promote his documentary.

Fearing criticism, (really?) the church will not release the name of the young man who boffed the pastor, or release the amount of tuition, er, settlement. In fact, the church is saying it was not a settlement to keep the boy quiet, although he was told not to discuss the matter publicly, it was, and I quote, "Our desire was to help him. Here was a young man who wanted to get on with his life. We considered it more compassionate assistance — certainly not hush money. I know that's what everyone will want to say because that's the most salacious thing to say, but that's not at all what it was."

Compassionate assistance? You gotta love the spin doctor who came up with that one.

Brady Boyd, who succeeded Haggard as senior pastor of the 10,000-member New Life Church said, "This decision was made not as an attempt to conceal wrongdoings, but to protect him from those who would seek to exploit him. His actions now suggest that he has changed his mind."

Yes, Boyd, protect the young man by giving him hush money and sending him off to college. I think it was more about protecting your homophobic church. Boyd also says the church won't sue the young man for speaking out now, even though the young man took the cash and said he'd keep his yap shut. "We have legal standing to do that, but not the desire to," he said. Right, Boyd, no desire? Or no desire to have your 'church' publicly shamed again?