Toyota

Posted on September 8, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

This summer I was appalled when grandstanding Congressional fucknuts put Toyota through the wringer. I’ve had my reservations all along. A couple of yoyos get weird in Toyotas and suddenly they’re deathtraps with evil throttle control sensors out to thin the herd. From within the beltway it’s possible to believe every car wreck requires Congressional assignment of blame but outside the beltway I know darned well that people are good at smashing cars and I’ve almost never seen someone claim that they wrecked because they’re a crappy driver.

Why would Congress jump on the “bash Toyota” bandwagon? Could they have been trying to nudge Government Motors into the black by hosing honest Toyota? Curmudgeon Rating: 2 Tinfoil Hats out of 10. (Meaning I find it entirely plausible but there’s no smoking gun.)

In keeping with it's "green energy" policy, the Obama administration has ordered GM to produce more hybrid vehicles.

It was all well and good for our elected clowns to prance about Washington but eventually they demanded (and received) the presence of Toyota executives Yoshimi Inaba and Akio Toyoda. That’s when they were well off the rails. Acting like toddlers with too much power should be reserved for domestic affairs…screwing with honest businessmen in the rest of the world is poor form. I hoped that future analysis would determine it really was a mechanical issue just so I wouldn’t feel like the Government that claims to represent me had been so galactically uncool.

Congress showed the worst of our culture and I was embarrassed about it. To their credit Mr. Toyoda and Co ate shit like champs. They accepted our Congressional inquiry with the best smile they could fake; a lot like striding past something disgusting at the monkey exhibit at the zoo and withholding comment. That really was classy.

Victims of a Congressional shafting.

The results finally came in and the press dutifully buried it. Toyota has been cleared of any wrongdoing. It’s time for morons in the US to learn from the example set by Mr. Toyoda. I want an abject apology from every Congressman who took part in that dog and pony show. Delivered while crawling on their hands and knees.

A Democratic representative making good on Nancy Pelosi's promise to restore integrity to Congress.

Of course, there’s a more Karmic solution. Akido Toyoda came here and dutifully put up with our culture of ignorant feces flinging chimps. Congress should return the favor by traveling to Japan and doing what that Japanese culture requires for the astoundingly incompetent; ritual suicide. I’ll immediately vote for any Congressman who does so!

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It’s Only Money

Posted on September 4, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

So you should go here and buy the bumper sticker of wisdom and put it on some loser’s Prius.

This little bumper sticker here;

is now available for sale.

(Source: Captain Capitalism)

No, I don’t get squat from Captain Capitalism so this isn’t some nefarious scheme to amass great wealth and eventually rule the world.  (My real plan for Curmudgeonly world domination is classified.)

That is all.

A. Curmudgeon

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Occam’s Razor Versus Somali Pirates

Posted on September 3, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Occam’s Razor is the principle that among competing theories the simplest one is the most likely.  It’s not rocket science.  For example, when one of my chickens goes missing I could theorize that an uprising of Bolivian peach farmers absconded with it or I could assume it wandered off and a coyote ate it.  I vote for the coyote and only my vote counts.  (The chickens are too stupid to point to Bolivia on a map so they don’t get a vote.  I wouldn’t mind a similar test for American voters.)

I prefer the same approach when seeking solutions to problems.  All other things being equal, the simplest solution is usually the best.  Which brings me to Russia.  I’m not a real fan of Russia.  (Growing up in the Cold War with that whole mutually assured destruction thing can do that to you.)  But the Russians’ approach to piracy shows a simplicity far superior to our Nation’s hand wringing cluelessness.

This month an American judge released six captured Somali pirates because…and I’m not making this up…they hadn’t succeeded at the attempt.  According to the Judge you’re a pirate if you run off with the ship (and have a parrot).  But if you attack and fail you’re just a redneck in a rowboat.

This guy is only a fisherman.

(Source of photo is here.)

Russia, when faced with the same situation this May, announced something like; “Uh…something happened and all the pirates are dead.”  When pressed for details they responded “I dunno’ what happened but I’m real sure they’re not alive anymore”.  (I’m paraphrasing but not by much.)  I assume they were laughing when they wrote the press release.  Good job gentlemen!

Small Dead Animals is the source of this blinding flash of simplicity.  I encourage you to check it out because there’s no way I’d believe a loser like me telling such an outrageous story.  Besides, any blog with the word “Roadkill” in the title is pure gold.

The only thing I’ve got to add to Small Dead Animals’ brilliant juxtaposition is this:

…in 1999, water-borne rogues dressed as Chinese officials seized a cargo ship near Hong Kong waters and murdered twenty-three crewmen.  The ship was never recovered, but the Chinese authorities caught thirteen of the pirates and executed them.

By amazing coincidence, after this pitiless demonstration of non-leniency, incidences of piracy in the waters off Southern China dropped dramatically.

Who’s with me on this?  The Russians have it figured out.  The Chinese have it figured out.  The coyotes that chase my chickens have it figured out.  What the hell are we doing schlepping pirates to trial in Virginia?  The matter of pirate trials was settled international law a long time ago and it involved rope and a yardarm.  (Note: I’m not nautical enough to know what a yardarm is but if it’s over ten feet high I know how I’d apply it in a pirate rehabilitation program.)

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Shafted Indeed

Posted on September 1, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Whenever I’m a pissed off about life in general I like to think “hey it could be worse”. For an American in 2010 you have to think about nearly any time frame in any country in any situation to confirm that, yes it’s a pretty decent life. (I don’t want to hear any bitching about “the great recession”! It was self-inflicted and when I rant about fiscal asshattery it’s the “self-inflicted” part that angers me. Losing the lease on a Lexus or going underwater in a McMansion is not the same as starving to death because the turnip crop failed.)

This is perspective: 33 miners in Chile were trapped after a collapse and it took 17 days to contact them to find out that they were miraculously alive.

This is perspective delivered with a sledge hammer:

“Workers are due on Monday to start drilling an escape shaft going about 700m (2,300ft) underground, which is likely to take four months to complete.”

Four fucking months? I get pissed when they tell me to park off to the side at the drive through because the fries aren’t ready yet. Four months in a rock prison!

“…five of the trapped miners were showing signs of depression…”

And the other 28 miners are high? Lock me in a collapsed tunnel and I’ll be batshit insane within a few days! There is an alternative plan that might take only two months. Oh yippie, it would arrive 1.9 months after my skull had exploded.

So there you have it. Whenever I hate my job I simply reflect that no matter how many indignities have piled up I haven’t been stuffed in a rock hole, had the exit blown up, and then told I’ll have to cool my jets until Christmas before I could see the sky again. Chilean miners win my award for those who’ve truly symbolize to my definition of “shafted” (no pun intended). Good luck gentlemen.

(Source: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-11120267)

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Eggs And Factories

Posted on August 31, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

A half million eggs have been recalled because of salmonella and everyone is atwitter about it. Before I launch into a dismissive ramble I’ll acknowledge that salmonella is bad shit. Someone close to me got it once and it was like that famous scene from Aliens. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. (Well actually I would, but only because I’m a vengeful bastard.)

Salmonella is no laughing matter.

Since it’s all about tainted eggs I’m totally above the fray. Why? Because we raise our own chickens. I haven’t bought eggs at a store in years. I feel so damn smug you can see my ego from space.

Also the whole thing illustrates one of my patented Curmudgonly Gems of Insight. You might want to get a pencil and write this down:

Don’t eat shit!

The tainted eggs were traced to a couple of farm/factories in Iowa. Neither farms nor factories have to suck but you know damned well these were hell on earth. Nasty places can result in nasty accidents. Deep in your heart you know the food in a supermarket is largely concocted by mad scientists employed by companies with loose morals who are right now trying to devise a snack product made of asbestos and paint chips. Since our society makes food with the same approach they’d use to make industrial solvents, errors like this month’s salmonella outbreak are inevitable.

An alternative is to eat non-shit food from non-shitty environments. Mankind did not evolve to eat HotPockets nuked in a microwave. Nor did chickens evolve to live on a diet of antibiotics while locked in tiny cubes stacked six high. Since I can’t know what shenanigans went on behind closed doors I try to get food that’s as unprocessed possible. One of the advantages to eating local foods is that I can find the farmer and kick him in the balls if the food turns out to be gross. In a society that thinks Doritos are food, my opinion puts me on the fringe. It also gives me something in common with eco-vegan-zealots and that’s unnerving. On the other hand, salmonella running rampant in the streets is a good pitch for seeking better quality food.

So what to do? Everyone and their dog has a theory on this.

New York Times suggested that the solution was more government intervention. How novel. Is there any event that won’t cause the New York Times to demand more government intervention? It also implies that eggs are somehow unregulated. I’ve tried to wade through egg selling regulations. It’s like Kafka took acid and wrote the manual to a steamshovel’s transmission backwards in Urdu. Particle physics seems straightforward by comparison. A thousand new egg regulations wouldn’t change things. The Times only knows one tool, government, and applies it to all situations.

I even found an off kilter theory claiming Omaba’s minions deliberately planted salmonella in a vaguely defined secret evil plan to rule the universe. I love the internet! Curmudgeon Rating: 8 Tinfoil Hats out of 10. (Meaning it’s slightly more realistic than claiming aliens probed my sphincter and put Jimmi Hoffa there last night.)

My theory is the simplest; chill out and then cut down on the shit. Chilling out is a numbers game. More people will be killed by Buicks than Salmonella this year so mellow out. The second step is to reduce one’s shit consumption index. Eggs from an actual farm can and do taste better and are less likely to cause this sort of thing. They also cost more. It’s not unwise to pay a bit more for good food and only eat the tasteless golfballs excreted by massive food service industries if you absolutely need to.

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Ground Zero Mosque Part Deux

Posted on August 30, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Six days ago I posted what turned out to be a universally unpopular opinion.  It’s my own fault.  I foolishly broached the no-win situation surrounding the Ground Zero Mosque.  You can click here to read it again.  For those of you who can’t stand my writing (which is understandable) here is a Cliff Notes version:

  1. The Ground Zero Mosque is an obnoxious idea created by a dickhead for the express purpose of fucking with us.
  2. No matter how true #1 may be, private property is private property and Americans can build any damned thing they want on their land.

I thought this was a pretty clever idea; if only for it’s simplicity.  I posted it and forgot about it.  Later I read up on the subject further only to discover that I was the only person on planet earth to hold both #1 and #2 simultaneously true.

The left can’t consider a person a dickhead unless they’re white, Christian, and Dick Cheney. I manfully tried to listened to NPR while they attempted to paint the guy as a boon to all mankind.  I really tried to understand their point of view but as far as I can tell it boiled down to “people who piss off the Right are misunderstood angels”.  Fortunately, the illogical dissonance caused my radio to overheat and implode before I suffered permanent brain damage.

The Right is no better.  Apparently “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof” does not apply to dickheads.  Nor does States Rights in what amounts to a zoning ordinance in one city in one state.  It all came down to “all people are equal under the law except people who piss us off”.  I’d already smoked my radio and this came close to frying my laptop.

I resigned myself to my usual situation of being internally unconflicted yet pretty much one lone island in an ocean of Fail.  I can handle it.

However, through the magic of the internet, I’ve discovered one other blogger dumb enough to post original thoughts about the same idea.  Especially in reference to Republican party dithering about the Constitution when it applies to obnoxious dickheads.  Over at Postcards of the Hanging you’ll find quite an impressive writeup.  Here is an excerpt from his excellent article:

Constitutionalists, of which I consider myself one, believe that constitutions mean exactly what they say, and nothing more. The United States Constitution is silent about whether “sensitivity” is predicate for pressuring someone to abandon their rights to religious freedom and private property. I’ve heard more talk about “sensitivity” from Republicans in the last three weeks than I have in the last thirty years. These assholes aren’t just acting like liberals, they’re starting to sound like liberals, too.

Once and for all, if a public pressure is used to make someone surrender their rights, they aren’t really rights at all. And if this were any issue than a mosque that isn’t a mosque and isn’t actually at Ground Zero, they would all be taking exactly the opposite position than they are now. The hypocrisy is nothing less than breathtaking.

It’s nice to hear a second voice in the wilderness.  (Though I really think the word dickhead is virtually essential for covering this story.)  Skippy Stalin covered it with a minimum of frothing at the mouth (something I couldn’t quite do).  That’s why I suggest you check out Postcards of the Hanging.

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Cat Mafia

Posted on August 26, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I am the Don of the Cat Mafia. Want a kitten? Money talks, if The Price is Right...

We buy tons of chicken feed.  Mice steal feed.  I pay for feed.  I hate mice!

Luckily mother nature invented the cat.  Aside from catching mice, cats are useless.

Our cats, all three of them, are inept.  The mice are winning.  I need another mouser, preferably a kitten.

Luckily mother nature provides.  Cats like to fuck.  (Usually loudly near my window just before dawn.)   This historically caused an oversupply of kittens which kept the mice at bay!  There really is balance to the universe.

The kitten oversupply was a feature of my rural youth.  When I was a young Curmudgeon, neighbors would periodically try to foist kittens on us.  Sometimes we adopted one and it became a beloved pet.  Sometimes our cat would have a litter and we’d scramble to adopt them out before they ate us out of house and home.  This only works because kittens are so damned cute and mice need chasing.

Sadly, I grew up in the Stone Age and a New World Order has taken over.  Now we’ve got Bob Barker bitching at us whenever a cat gets knocked up.  Being the good cat owner I am, I’ve diligently neutered all my cats.  Which means I have nutless inept cats that can’t even make more cats.  Thanks Bob!  Cut me a check to pay for some damn feed will ya?

Which brings me to an important universal truth:

Kittens, like zucchini, should be given away for free.

A prized hunting pup or a Holstein calf is worth money.  When a generic tabby drops a litter behind a dumpster it’s just a damned cat.  Free!

Over the years the Humane Society has disrupted that ancient (if imperfect) rhythm.  I can no longer wander around a Farmer’s market and find a farmer desperately trying to get me to adopt a free kitten.  They’re all in the Shelter.  Fine.  But if I go to the Shelter they’ll charge $80-$100 per cat.  I call bullshit!  Either it’s a poor orphan waif that needs a good home (and I care well for our critters) or it’s a free natural resource that the Human Society is exploiting.  The way to tell the difference is if they give you the kitten for free or if they try to turn a buck.  My theory is that great strides in spaying and neutering (which is a good thing) limits the free kitten supply.  This creates a market in kittens (which heretofore were free).

I’m not going quiet into that dark night.  I’ll pay for a cat when it can retrieve a duck.

In the meantime I’m still looking.  Somewhere I’ll find a kitten that needs a good home.  (I once adopted a street cat in Europe and even flew the bastard back to America with me.  A damned good cat that had a damned good life as a beloved pet. That’s just how I am.)    Cats must be free. I don’t give a shit what Bob Barker has to say.

A. Curmudgeon

P.S.  Spare me the Humane Society / PITA / after-school special story of heartbreak.  If they wanted the kitten to go to a good home they’d hand it over and be happy the little guy would have a good life.  If they’ll only part with the waif for a fee…then they’re a self perpetuating bureaucracy using kittens as a revenue stream.

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There Is Intelligence On The Internet

Posted on August 25, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Not here of course. I’m referring to a blogger who produces actual insightful commentary. Once you’ve discovered I’m full of shit you’re encouraged to check out actual wit at Captain Capitalism.

A word about how I found his blog. Several years ago I left “The City Constructed Entirely Of Debt” because I had the socially unacceptable idea that the real estate market and economy was about to tank. I was roundly considered a moron. (Not an uncommon event in my life.)

After arriving in my new homestead in Siberia I gleefully discovered Captain Capitalism. He had many of the same unconventional ideas. Of course we’ve since learned to live on Obamabucks in Rainbowland where the DOW just broke 14,000. Whoops, I mean to say the real estate market and economy went belly up. Or more succinctly; “he was right”. So was I but I scare people.

Thus you should check his blog out. I’m putting it on my blogroll. Happy reading.

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And So It Begins

Posted on August 24, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I'm here because I care about YOUR vote.

A couple of hours ago I was mowing a brushy area near my lawn.  (Or rather trying to keep the encroaching wilderness from overrunning my backyard.)  This involved revving the shit out of my old tractor and dropping the clutch to make it careen over burdocks big enough to eat New Jersey while giving the deck’s eight foot belt all the torque it needs to tear into the brush like Godzilla in Tokyo.  Belts squealed, big chunks of vegetation flew, the dog barked, Gaia wept.  Rednecks know how to have fun.

Burdock is the enemy. Show it no mercy for it shall offer none to you.

I had to thread a 6′ 1″ gap between a frostless farm hydrant (broken) and an old milkhouse (partially repaired) with a tractor that is about 6′ wide and doesn’t steer so well.  Delicate operations like this are improved by swearing.  Loudly.

Then I looked up and saw a woman clutching a brochure.  She didn’t seem the least concerned that I was flailing around in mechanical mayhem that would make Ralph Nader’s nuts fall off.  I was disappointed in myself.  Not even a little nervous?  Wasn’t I “hick” enough?  I even had my straw hat.  I really need to buy overalls and start using Copenhagen.

I swung the tractor wildly in her direction, disengaged the PTO with a clatter, and lurched her way.  She never stopped smiling.  My wife has been buying some herbal, organic dolphin safe, eco housecleaning products from an organization that’s like a cross between Tupperwear and a cult.  Maybe she was delivering a shipment of eco laundry detergent or something?  I tried glowering more menacingly.

She cheerfully explained she was there to ask for my vote.  SHIT!  You never have a gun in your hand when you really need it!

But I was civil (don’t laugh…I can fake it).  The amusing thing is that she was personally asking for my vote.  She wasn’t a flunkie from the campaign office.  Nope the actual living breathing candidate was on my property.  This poor woman was spending a sunny Saturday begging some ignorant hick on a tractor for his vote?  What would ever posses one to submit to such humiliation?

Why me?  Because my vote counts and yours doesn’t.  Don’t believe me?  Consider this; I live in east bumfuck nowhere.  There are fewer voters in the entire county than in some office buildings in a city.  If I could swing the votes from a bowling league and had lots of relatives I’d have a reasonable chance of unseating an incumbent.  (Well not me actually, I scare people, but hypothetically.)

So this poor woman had to talk politics with yours truly while my chickens pecked at the grill of her car and she tried to tell me that my opinion really mattered.  Awww…that’s nice.  I’m sure she’ll respect me in the morning too.

On the other hand I did get to explain to her my desperate hope that should she win she go back to the State Capital and do absolutely fucking nothing.  I was pretty clear on that.  Cut everything.  Pave the road out front and I’ll go apeshit.  I’d love better broadband but want nothing to do with state provided service or further mandates.  Plow the roads once in a blue moon and stay the hell away from me.  Etc…

I do believe it was the first time I actually got to force a politician to listen while I listed all the stuff I don’t want.  It took a while.  She was very nice.  I think one of my chickens shit on her Prius.  Yes, she was driving a Prius.

I do vote and I’ll check out stuff on the internet before I vote (just like I always do) and I’m not sure what the hell a pamphlet will do to change my opinion.  I usually decide based on voting history just a few weeks before the vote.  It’s August fer chrissakes!

But I have learned something.  I’ve learned I really need to install a big gate on my driveway.  Mid term elections… indeed.

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Deobfuscation: Ground Zero Mosque

Posted on August 23, 2010 by AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Not only is Big Brother watching, but he's got one hell of a moustache.

When Orwell coined the term Newspeak the depressing bastard was really on to something. All my life people have said things when they mean the opposite and claimed to believe things which are clearly not true. Perhaps it came about with the intellectual dysfunction that was (and remains) “political correctness”? Perhaps people have been full of shit since the first caveman lied about who’s cave he was in last night and why the kid next door looks different from his dad.

Regardless, it’s bullshit and I can’t digest it. Cloaking bullshit with a layer of defensive verbiage neither makes it true nor palatable. The time has come to say a few non-bullshit words about the Ground Zero Mosque.

First of all, the people who destroyed the Twin Towers were not innocent victims of a backward society. Nor were they some sort of perverse reflection on the things that America has done which piss people off. They were evil. They were murderers. 9/11 was a travesty perpetrated by people who were evil and knew perfectly well what they were doing. I think we can all agree on that.

The place where this happened is called Ground Zero. Some folks think it’s hallowed ground. I don’t but I have respect for those who do. That’s because I’m a human being and smarter than a houseplant. Everyone knows why Ground Zero isn’t the same as a similar cityscape in in LA or Toronto. People who claim they don’t are lying.

I also understand perfectly well why one would not want a Mosque near Ground Zero. Various people have attempted to talk around the obvious but a Mosque at the site where many innocent people are murdered by evil Islamic terrorists is about as inappropriate as you can get.

You say to-mah-toe. I say dickhead.

The swine who wants to build a Mosque at Ground Zero is not attempting to “reach out”, “spark a dialogue”, promote a “religion of peace”, or anything like that. He’s a dickhead. He picked that location among all locations on planet earth because he’s fucking with us. You know it. I know it. The family dog knows it. And yes, the president and mayor of NYC know it.

Now here’s the part where it gets tougher because it’s easy to claim an ideal and hard to live up to it. The dickhead who wants to build a Mosque at Ground Zero for the purpose of fucking with us owns the land to do it. In America we have freedom of religion and also (and just as importantly) private property. He could have built a Denny’s. Instead he decided to build the one structure which would piss off any sane American. Lot’s of folks like to piss off Americans but this guy figured out how to do it in spades. That’s why he’s more than a dickhead and gets an upgrade to manipulative dickhead.

We as a society could theoretically handle this with dignity and grace. Possibly by continuing to be the most awesome nation on earth while our most despised enemies continue sinking into self propagated cesspools of theocratic misery. Karma’s a bitch and I don’t need to lose sleep over cultures who were the cutting edge of human knowledge a thousand years ago and now can’t make anything more complex than olive oil and hatred. Just let it go. How cool would that be? Alas we’re Americans and are easily baited. The country that made up the word “freedom fries” can’t ignore dickheads so we’re acting like toddlers.

Part of freedom is putting up with manipulative dickheads who do things which are legal but wrong. Intellectually we all know this. Some of us haven’t internalized the idea. I think clarity would help. In a sane world, his-Obamaness could have said the same thing just as crudely. I would have been beautiful! Obama could have called a press conference where he swiveled his perfectly managed persona at the camera and said the truth. “The obnoxious jackoff who wants to build a mosque at Ground Zero is such a raging dickhead that I dislike the very thought of him. Everyone everywhere knows that what he’s doing is so utterly reprehensible that it’s intentional. Nobody could accidentally rise to such a level of unmitigated asshole. I’d like to have him drawn and quartered, fed to sharks, and drop a bomb on what’s left. But it’s not illegal to build a mosque on your own land. Since I’m the president of a civilized nation and not a six year old I’m just going to have to let it go. And that’s that.” See how refreshing it could be? Truth! A hundred word explanation that handles the situation and doesn’t simper away from the obvious. Plus there would be nothing more delightful than the President of the United States calling a guy a dickhead. Alas Obama (like most politicians) couldn’t speak a plain truth if you beat him with a two by four and asked if it hurt.

Obama isn’t alone. Just about everyone else wet themselves too. But it’s still three simple and obvious facts

  1. Dickheads exist.
  2. In America we don’t throw people into a woodchipper for being a dickhead even when they richly deserve it. That luxury is reserved for action movies, pulp fiction, tinpot dictators, and the truly evil like Stalin or Mao. We’re cooler than that.
  3. Life is unfair that way.

Lacking that simple level of discourse, the chattering hordes on both sides of the fence (especially some folks with an R in their title who should know better) will continue to chew on it until another travesty takes over to fill airtime. (Like maybe Octomom has another litter or we realize Iran still exists)

But you heard my Curmudgeonly pronouncement loud and clear. Either you believe in freedom of religion and private property…even for dickheads who are doing something so incredibly obnoxious that it’s annoying to live on the same planet as them…or you don’t. We in America, to our immense credit, usually take the high road. Frankly it’s something I’m proud of and it makes us far classier than the highest dreams of any Islamic theocracy. If we could do it without the bullshit I’d be prouder still.

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Hat Tip:  I linked to ABC news for the picture of the dickhead in question.  I encourage you to check it out virtually anything written about this cheesehead and the link has another twist that’ll twist your knickers.  He’s traveling on your dime today.  I’m not sure about linking protocol so I’ll probably be attacked by rabid lawyers for doing it improperly.  I’ll send a postcard from Guantanamo.

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