Bash A Gay, Get a Civil Rights Movement, so Decrees the Right-Wing's Elmer Fudd
BY: David Frank |
November 19th 2008
Just when I think I’m warming up to Mikey “I Rock the Bass for God” Huckabee, he goes and says something so atrocious that I wish his God would get on with the Rapture and relieve us of his presence. The guy has a decent sense of humor, but I don’t think he was joking when he spouted the following toad shit on The View:
“People who are homosexuals should have every right in terms of their civil rights, to be employed, to do anything they want. But that’s not really the issue. I know you talked about it and I think you got into it a little bit early on. But when we’re talking about a redefinition of an institution, that’s different than individual civil rights. We’re never going to convince each other…But here is the difference. Bull Connor was hosing people down in the streets of Alabama. John Lewis got his skull cracked on the Selma bridge.”
Getting beyond the mind-numbing contradiction of his statement–”homosexuals should have every right in terms of their civil rights, to be employed, to do anything they want (unless of course they want to marry one another, fuck that shit Yaweh style)”–Huckabee displays a sickening level of callow ignorance here. Hmm yes, obviously Gay Bashing is a figment of the liberal media’s imagination, just like evolution and the First Amendment.
Apparently Huckabee forgot about the late Harvey Milk or Matthew Shepard (among the thousands of homosexuals murdered in the last quarter of a century). Or perhaps he thinks they were just a couple of queers who forgot to avoid bullets, fists, and fences.
There have been several news stories from around the country detailing racist and other despicable acts/signs/propaganda displayed by the “common voter” targeting Barack Obama. Now someone in my home city (just a mile or 2 from where I grew up and where my mom still lives) has flagged himself as the local village idiot.
Yeah, if the message and misspelling doesn’t already shape an image of local mental midget and COWARD, Donald Seedorf, then read this article. We happened to be driving on that side of the city yesterday and decided to check it out in person. Hot damn, if it didn’t fulfill the white-trash stereotype Amanda and I had in mind. Donald Seedorf lives in a shitty, unpainted shack with more cars in the driveway than bedrooms in the house, the type of shithole you expect to see in the back hills of Kentucky. Only a pack of vicious, rabid mutts chained to a boulder of melted Natural Light beer cans would have made the stereotype any more complete.
Look, I don’t deny I use strong, demeaning language about John McCain and Sarah Palin in just about every blog post I write. I’ve called them out as assholes, degenerates, morons, hate-mongers (which the sign above is a result of), and, yes, my favorite Hunter S. Thompson label for a horrid politician, pigfuckers—to just name a few. Childish? Definitely. Does it add anything to civil discourse? Of course not. Yet, there is a line when it comes to belittling your opponent. It’s not a line between bad and atrocious taste though. It’s a line between sanity and outright mental illness.
COWARD Donald Seedorf, and anyone else who truly believes Barack Obama is a sleeper-cell terrorist, is a lunatic. Not joking. If you think a major-party candidate for the presidency of the United States of America is a terrorist, then you should be committed and forced to undergo daily shock treatment.
There is no compromise on this. You suffer from a diseased mind. And if you’re like Donald Seedorf, who refuses to have his picture taken with his message, then you are a Coward too.
And it swings both ways. If you believe John McCain is a war criminal, then you’re nuts. And as much as I despise George W. Bush, anyone who thinks his administration orchestrated the 9/11 attacks is beyond insane. You’re just fucking sick.
The horrifying thing about hate-signs from feeble-minded, mental defects like Donald Seedorf is that you can’t remove McCain-Palin from the equation. McCain’s campaign has propagated this false notion that Obama “pals around with terrorists” and is therefore guilty by association. This is an accusation that has been debunked over and over again. Yet, McCain’s campaign continues to robo-call thousands of households and play a despicable message linking Obama to terrorism. It’s sickening and morally reprehensible. And if any harm comes to Obama or his family from a lunatic that feels the possible president of the United States is a terrorist, then a smattering (and let me repeat that: “a smattering,” obviously McCain isn’t fully responsible for the violent, insane actions of his followers) of blood is on McCain and Palin’s hands.
Palin on Troopergate report that found her violating Ethics laws: "It cleared me doggoneit. Oh and you're fired!"
BY: David Frank |
October 12th 2008
This would be hilarious if it wasn’t so damn pathetic. We’ve had 8 years of a man in the White House who was completely delusional about reality (it tends to be a republican mental illness). And look where that got us.
I’m finished…and I’m counting down the days until You’re Fired Palin hopefully is too.
This is another reason why I hate people, especially video game freaks. I know I’m counting down the days until my PS3 arrives, but I could never see myself being this pathetic–if so, it be time to mix detergents in a small closet.
If you drop out of high school to pursue a career in playing Guitar Hero, you are not only an all-cap LOSER, you are a mental defect that makes a fool-proof case for the benefits of abortion. And frankly, this “mother” wins the “Dumbass Douche ‘Mom’ of the Year” award. Can’t you just imagine this broad saying “We couldn’t take the complaining any more” with a trailer-trashy backwoods southern accent.
Jackoffs like this make it okay to mock people. It’s too easy. And utterly righteous. You’d be neglecting your God-given duty not to openly mock morons like this.
When did Amy Winehouse morph into some nightmarish muppet? That bitch scares me. From the tabloids it appears she punches at least 3-4 random strangers a day–a rampage of crackheaded fist-fury terrorism if you ask me. So I’m sure she’ll be knocking on my door next. For the good of the world, I think it is time to put Amy Winehouse to sleep.
So one month ago killer tornadoes reamed Iowa and made national news.
Now both the cities I live and work in (Cedar Rapids and Iowa City) are in the national spot light again with all the historic flooding.
And now I just read that another killer tornado struck a boy scout camp in Western Iowa–in the county I was just in over the weekend.
Good Jeebus.
I’ve got the feeling that within the next week the Interstate I travel to work will be flooded. I’ve already told my boss that I won’t be coming into work since the alternate routes are a 2-lane highway that runs parallel with the interestate and would be drowned too and another 2-lane highway that’d instantly transform into a parking lot if the interstate shut down.
I’m hoping this weekend to find time to volunteer for sandbagging and such. I guess we’ll see. It’s rather heartbreaking watching these people who live just a couple of miles away trying to load their belongings and protect their houses before the mandatory evacuation kicks in. I’d like to help if I can.
However, this is the one time when I’m quite happy to be living in a 2nd story apartment.
Oh and for the d-bags sight-seeing and wading through the water just for the fun of it–yes, you knuckle-dragging morons who purposely do it behind the reporter on live TV–you are playing in SHIT WATER. Not as in yucky, bad river water. No. Literally Shit Water. The type of post-assblast toilet water that withers your nostril hair when trapped in a bathroom. I hope you all develop nasty infections and go sterile. If you’re going to hang out in the flood zone, do something to help out rather showing off how you’re the result of mutated genes. That is all.
I miss Joe Bob Briggs (aka John Bloom). Remember him from the 80s and 90s (TMC’s Drive-in Theater and TNT’s Monstervision)? Bloom’s Joe Bob Briggs persona is a redneck, drive-thru horror movie lover. But Bloom was more than that. He’s a great satirist. I’m currently reading Iron Joe Bob, a collection of essays by Joe Bob Briggs. Found it in the clearance section of Half-Price books. Think I read it sometime in the mid-90s when I borrowed it from a library. Anyways, I’m reading it again now. I really miss MonsterVision with Joe Bob Briggs. I grew up on that shit during high school. Yeah, I wasn’t getting much play on Saturday nights. I looked up Brigg’s website recently. Has been about half a year since it’s been updated. He has a myspace page too, but it’s pretty spare. So here’s hoping some channel gets its shit together and rehires Briggs to host some horror movies. I think a campaign needs to begin to get Briggs back on TV. There’s a void in film criticism without Brigg’s drive-in totals and reviews. If you can find his written reviews for Congo or The Last Temptation of Christ, then do so. Great stuff. I wrote a term paper comparing/contrasting Briggs’ review styles to Roger Ebert for a journalism class using those reviews as my basis. Got a pretty good grade on it. So anyways, I’m just going to occasionally post a youtube clip in honor of Joe Bob. Here you go for Phantasm II, which for some reason is the episode of Monstervision that I remember the most.
Not sure. Don’t feel as good today. Throat kills. Body is burning up (screw you ear thermometer, my temp is not 96.5 degrees).
I think delirium is setting in. Swore Christopher Walken was on Saturday Night Live last night and it wasn’t that good. Even in the worst seasons any episode he does is a classic. He was still alright (because I could listen to him read a phone book–I really do mean that). Yet, he was concentrating hard on the cue cards last night. Maybe he always does that and I just noticed it this time b/c it’s the 1st time I’ve watched a Walken SNL on my big screen in HD. But really this is one of the worst seasons of SNL in a long long long time. So it’s no surprise Walken couldn’t do anything with it. Part of my dislike is the annoyingly unbalanced slagging of Barrack Obama by the show (the show’s politics writer is an ultra conservative who knows that a Hillary Clinton nom would be good for John McCain–which I believe Lorne Michaels is a big supporter of…hmmmm). Anyway the other big problem with the show is its reliance on Kristen Wiig. Some say she’s the new Molly Shannon. I say she’s the new Maya Rudolph as in she’s absolutely not funny whatsoever. She’s by far one of the worst cast members in recent …ever; much worse than Jimmy Fallon. And frankly Fred “All I can do is mug for the camera” Armisen can disappear in hole forever too.
NOT FUNNY!
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In other news, Charlton Heston died. Sort of sad. But everyone knew it was coming (yes, I had him on my dead pool list at work). Loved him as an actor. He was as much as an icon as Marlon Brando in some ways. However, I abhorred his neo-con politics in the later years of his life (a weird, twisted turnaround for a man who marched for civil rights, campaigned for Adlai Stevenson and both Kennedys, and supported Johnson’s Gun Control Act after Bobby Kennedy’s assassination–was he switched by a pod person in the mid 70s?).
Influenza A. 103 temp. Tried to sweat it out last night. Lost 2 pounds of water weight. Diminished the headache. Made me actually start coughing junk up. But. Wasn’t going to go to the doctor today until I coughed up blood. First time I’ve been to the doctor in 4 years. The last time was Student Health Services when I honestly thought I was having a heart attack–chest killed, arm killed, was under a a load of stress between school and family breaking apart…so it seemed like a good possibility at the time. Just turned out I had a hurt chest muscle and the pain radiated to my arm.
I was actually feeling sort of good until the Doc told me what I had. Then as soon as that happened, the mind over matter thing started and the whole house collapsed where I’m feeling all the symptoms again (luckily no nausea…yet).So here I am eating a yummy bowl of orange sherbet. And it’s good. Plus I bought grocery basket of stuff to get me though this. My flu kit if you will Amanda (who has a bad immune system) will be sleeping at her sisters tonight when she gets off work. Smart.
I have like 500 and something movies to choose from and plenty of cable and DVRed stuff. Yet I don’t feel like watching any of them. Seriously. What is wrong with me? I got plenty of choices. I’m going to be bored out of my mind. I’ve got plenty of writing to do for the website. But other than this pedestrian blog stuff. I really don’t have the concentration to write much. At least anything worth a poo. Plus it sucks that it’s like 65 degrees out. Warmest day of the year so far.
Well I knew I was going to get sick sooner or later. Stress at work is down. Not running 100 miles per hour everyday. Busy season over. So I usually get sick during this time of the year. Just never go to the doctor to tell me what it is exactly.
Anyway, this may help me with my weight loss. But that all depends on preventing myself from binging after the sickness wears off. Will be tough. Well I tire of typing on this noisy machine now. I’m going to curl up under a blanket on my couch now.
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