Emmett

Fonix

I got this in my inbox this morning (Sunday Nov. 8 2009) and it caused me to get all righteous and riled, so I did what any normal person would do and put it on my blog.  With comments, of course. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty…
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From the Wayback Machine

A Conversation About Morality Scene: A classroom at Brooklyn College Time: 4:00 p.m., May 24, 1989 Characters: An old man. Myself. Note: This is fiction. “As soon as a person becomes aware of the objects around him, he considers them in relation to himself, and rightly so, because his whole fate depends on whether they please or displease…
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The Axis of Weevils Loses NY-23

Whee! This isn’t just a win for the Democrats. But let’s crow just a little bit. Democrats haven’t had anyone representing this area of New York since Lincoln was President. So, in that sense, Fox News and its acolytes should be pissing in their pants rather than passing the pizza and Pepsi. All they can…
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Republicans in the wake of Dede Scozzafava

Okay, I don’t live in the 23rd Congressional District of New York, but I do live just a few streets outside of it. That puts me closer to it than the Conservative Party candidate, Doug Hoffman, who lives in Lake Placid, 8 miles away. Oh, but his campaign headquarters are 400 feet inside the 23rd,…
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Sarah Palin’s Farewell (First Draft)

Hello, my fellow Alaskans, who really — well, those liberals there, they’d have you — and those taxes, whooo-hoo, what makes us Americans?  Not on my watch, and that’s why I — my refrigerator, we call it a fridge, like most American families, and that is where the goodness in this nation is — we…
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How?

How does one make more than one WordPress blog on the same website, if it’s installed remotely?

Swine Flu

The question I’d like answered is this: Why is a minor illness like this, which has so far killed 1/32000th of what the standard flu kills annually, gotten so much attention?

Those darn torture memos

I have to get this off my chest: I don’t give a fat rat’s ass how many times Abu Boo-hoo or Khalid Shit Moo-moo got water boarded, had sleep deprivation, or were forced to watch re-runs of Gilligan’s Island.  Left to me, I could see putting hot reeds under their fingernails.  Sewing scotch bonnet peppers…
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