The wildfires in Arizona remain out of control. If you’re like me, you’re kinda surprised to hear that there’s stuff that can burn in Arizona. I thought it was all sand and cacti. Well, and citrus groves, I guess. Good luck to everybody out there. Maybe if you lighten up on the Mexicans and cast Sheriff Joe out (send him to Texas – he’ll fit right in), God will turn down the heat and quit turning you all into a bunch of shriveled brown prunes.
It’s starting to look as though the Democrats will soon be Weiner-less, which I guess is appropriate, ‘cuz most of them haven’t got any balls, either.
Personally, I don’t care about his electronic exhibitionism, but he should resign based on the stupid factor. It’s one thing to be a pervert, but when you’re a sitting congresscritter who loves to get your face on the teevee as frequently as possible, you really should know better than to wave your weenie using your real name and, um, “face.” And photos? C’mon, dude. In this day and age, photos are forever. Is that how you want to be remembered?
Plus, he f*cking cried. I hate that. Don’t cry because you’re sad you got caught. Eliot Spitzer sets the standard there. He stood up and took it like a man (except he kept his socks on, but, hey, maybe he’s got poor circulation).
Worst, though, is that he gave some sort of legitimacy to Breitbart, that smug piece of shit.
So, time to go away, Anthony. Get yourself a few weeks of rehab and there’ll be a teevee show on the Oprah Winfrey Network waiting for you. You coulda had it all (assuming “all” is mayor of NYC – which would put you in the company of people like Guidi Ruliani, Ed “Gingham Dress” Koch, and the guy who would have made a great spokesman for a certain national doughnut chain – ” this is David Dinkins for Dunkin’ Donuts”), but now you’re just another celebrity loser who makes Jerry Springer look like a genius for paying by check.
I woke up late, and now I feel like I’m starting the day in a hole. Plus, it’s hot. It never really cooled off last night, but it’ll supposed to get cooler today (after it gets hotter). That means t-storms, but hopefully no tornadoes.
06/09/11 my kind of day.
Fuck, I don’t know where I’d be without music.
More pictures of Palemale and his family. It looks like the babies are beginning to get real feathers.
Palemale and his family…
feathers already. things moving along well.
a related but definitely different passage of time and events.
a commonplace marvel