June 2012
74 posts
May 2012
122 posts
“
Mitt Romney comes from a Mormon background. I don’t know how many wives he has. I am not saying I believe in that. I am just saying he was born on a Mormon compound. I’m not a wifer, but for some reason he has never shown his original marriage certificate…
Again, I’m not a wifer. I’m just saying that he has the blood of a nomadic polygamist tribesman and I think that has shaped his world view… Now, this is a copy of Mitt Romney’s marriage license. I specifically asked for the original. I even offered to go to the Romney house and take it out of Ann Romney’s wedding scrapbook, but for some reason they frowned upon that idea and instead sent me this obvious photocopy. And isn’t a little weird that they chose to only send the short form license? And why next to Ann Romney does it say spouse and not only spouse? I’m just asking the hard questions that the lame-stream media won’t ask about Mitt’s unholy harem of obedient sister wives which I really hope I’m wrong about…
” —Bill Maher, “wifer,” turns the tables on the birthers. (via mamaatheist)
Cannot stop laughing
(via plenty-o-heathen)
“To be human is to feel at times divided, fractured, pulled in a dozen directions … and to yearn for serenity, for some healing of our ‘torn-to-pieces-hood.’”
—The Spirituality of Imperfection – storytelling and the search for meaning. (via explore-blog)
Hawkeye wisdom
War isn’t hell. Hell is hell and war is war. And of the two, war is a lot worse.
Play
“I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
—
Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
my childhood…
“I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn’t leading
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive.” —Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive.” —Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Drinking And Driving
I would like to share an experience with you about drinking and driving.
As you well know, some of us have been known to have had brushes with the authorities on our way home from the various social sessions over the years.
A couple of nights ago, I was out for a few drinks with some friends and had a few too many Crown and Gingers. Knowing full well I may have been slightly over the limit, I did something I’ve never done before: I took a bus home.
Sure enough I passed a police road block but as it was a bus, they waved it past.
I arrived home safely without incident which was a real surprise, as I have never driven a bus before and am not sure where I got it.