Goyishe Jesus has given His tacit approval to a new anti-stimulus ad campaign by appearing with the three wise men (Larry, Curly, and Moe?) in a new ad hitting the airwaves today sponsored by the American Issues Project.

“Suppose you spent $1 million every single day starting from the day Jesus was born — and kept spending through today…You would still have spent less money than Congress just did.”

No word on how white Jesus feels about the $600 billion or so spent on the US foray into Iraq (so far). He’s probably OK with it, though, since that only represents $800,000 a day. Plus it was used for the noble purpose of killing people, and not for something as trivial as putting people to work or feeding the poor or any of the other things that corporate Jesus hated so much.

Speaking of the anti-stimulus crusade, the NY Post has issued a standard non-apology apology for its dead chimp anti-stimulus cartoon. You know, the one that goes, “sorry if anybody was offended by the offensive thing we did, but we’ll really apologize when pigs can fly.”

If pigs could fly, they might stand a chance against a proposal in Texas to let good old boys (and gals) shoot wild pigs from helicopters. Used to be if you wanted those pigs dead, you had to hire professional flying pig killers (that’s pig killers that fly, not killers of flying pigs) to do the dirty work, but now Texas wants to issue permits to “sportsmen” (bit of a distorted definition of “sporting” if you ask me) to do it. Hell, kill animals and burn a shitload of fossil fuel at the same time? It don’t get any better than that. My advice to Texans would be to keep your dogs (and kids) in the house until pig season is over.

A rather shocking tidbit from a recent Quinnipiac poll. Turns out, a vast majority of New Yorkers support a bill proposed by NY’s Working Families Party (by a 56% to 38% margin) to raise taxes on people making more than $250,000 a year. It’s widely favored by Democrats and Independents, and opposed (of course) by Republicans (most of whom are – like Joe the Plumber – too stupid to realize that they actually make less than that). Don’t worry you simpleminded GOPers, you have Governor Paterson on your side.

Speaking of Governors running our fair State into the ground, our old friend George Pataki is apparently mulling a run for the Senate in 2010. Part of me would love to see George and Guidi Ruliani rip each other apart in a primary, but the thought of either of these creeps “representing” me in the Senate is pretty nauseating. I guess, if forced to choose, I’d have to go with Pataki. He’s basically just another dumb George, while Guidi is a dangerous lisping narcissist (I just wish somebody would call him that in public, so I could hear his denial: “I am not a narthithitht!”). I guess I’ll just have to support Annie Oakley Gillibrand.

I have a bit of a confession to make this morning. Not a liberal confessional; more of a comedy one. I heard a spot on the radio last night for an upcoming appearance by Larry the Cable Guy, and I confess that I laughed at one of his jokes. It went,

“You ever walk into the room and see your parents having sex? I’m never going to that website again.”

Hey, I thought it was funny. So sue me.

Speaking of funny, Bill Maher is back tonight. Unfortunately one of his guests is David Frum, who I find to be a really disgusting waste of oxygen, and very difficult to watch. I mean, you don’t have to limit your guests to people I agree with (though that’d be OK too), but must we be subjected to this pompous prick spewing the same old Republican talking points we’ve already heard a million times, while pretending he wasn’t an integral part of an administration that has taken this country into the toilet? When you’ve been wrong on everything for the past eight years, sorry dude, I no longer want to hear your opinion. Guess I’d better hide all the breakable objects in the vicinity of the teevee.

The forecast for the next four days here is snow, snow, snow, and snow. I guess Granny will get some quality time with that shovel.

Have a good one everybody.