Praying for death.

I am always dismayed by the Democrats' inability to do good, and the GOP's uncanny ability to do ill. Here is an example of the latter.

CALLER: Yeah doctor. Our small tea bag group here in Waycross, we got our vigil together and took Dr. Coburn’s instructions and prayed real hard that Sen. Byrd would either die or couldn’t show up at the vote the other night.

How hard did you pray because I see one of our members was missing this morning. Did it backfire on us? One of our members died? How hard did you pray senator? Did you pray hard enough

HOST: Senator Barasso, he was referring to Senator Inhofe, who was not part of the round of voting this morning.

BARASSO: The votes today, they needed 60 votes in favor of the bill. Senator Inhofe is opposed to the bill, and whether he was there or not didn’t make any difference. There was no way that Jim Inhofe was going to vote for the bill, the senator from Oklahoma. So that’s why he wasn’t there this morning.

HOST: Do you know where he was, senator, why he wasn’t able to make the vote this morning?

BARASSO: No, I don’t know.

The problem with Optimism

Optimism can be a good thing in the right measure. In the same way, pessimism can be a good thing. The pessimistic eye can spot trouble, and the optimistic heart can supply possibilities for solving that trouble. But you need a bit of both. Taken to extremes, Optimism and pessimism will end up looking virtually identical. The pathological Pessimist will say there’s nothing we can do, the pathological Optimist will say that there’s nothing we need to do. In either case, the house burns down.

George W. Bush rightly calls himself an Optimist. Look where that got us.

And they'll know we are Christians by our love.

There's a little scriptural joke going around the internets. A prayer for Obama. You can by it on Bumper Stickers, mugs, Jammies for baby, etc. It says Prayer for Obama" Psalm 109:8. Here is the text of Psalm 109:8 : " Let his days be few; and let another take his office." Okay... a little disturbing, but maybe just Wingnut-ese for hoping Obama is limited to one term. Here are the next few verses though:

9 Let his children be fatherless,
and his wife a widow.
10 Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg:
let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.
11 Let the extortioner catch all that he hath;
and let the strangers spoil his labor.
12 Let there be none to extend mercy unto him:
neither let there be any to favor his fatherless children.
13 Let his posterity be cut off;
and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.

So are the good Christians who sport these stickers and tee-shirts calling for Obama's death? Is this, in essence, a fatwah against the President, or are they merely using the Lord's name in vain?

Mark Twain's War Prayer

Be careful what you pray for.

Times is Tight Like That

Texas unemployment hits 20 year high

The Cracker Apocolypse!

July 11, 2009 - Photo by Stephen Morton/Getty Images North America

Aargh! It's Friday the Thirteenth! Only Three Years ,one month and Eight days till the Mayan Calendar runs out! The Gayz are trying to marry up! The president is a black guy! Hurry! Stock up on ammo, Glenn Beck books, Twinkies and Skoal! There are wars an rumors of wars! Be afraid! Be afraid! It's the Cracker Apocolypse! Aieeeeeee!

We always called it Armistice day

Dad during his Midshipman cruise around 1941. The ship, we think, is the Battleship Arkansas, and Dad is Officer of the Deck here. Thanks to sister Peg for the photo. Happy Armistice day.

God Hates Shrimp!

It's about time this godless society repents it's unholy love affair with crustaceans! We're watching you, Louisiana!

http://www.godhatesshrimp.com/

Please Adopt these Kitties

We suddenly found ourselves to ba a home for wayward cats, thanks to a very fecund feral cat who had the savvy to see us as easy marks. She began bringing her babies up to the porch to be fed. We adopted one generation, but they kept coming! Well, Momma was abducted by aliens, spayed, and returned to Earth with a missing 20 hours, but the latest batch of babies need homes. Won't you help out these cute little scamps?

Overheard at the polls:

This is not quite verbatim, but a pretty close paraphrase

"Got a census form, and I tell you , I think it's an invasion of privacy. Acorn wants to know how many people in the house, how many bedrooms, how many bathrooms , how many *bedrooms*. Acorn wants to know that cause they wanna place crack babies in our houses."

We are a frightened, frightened people!

Just the thing for plugging that evil monkey that lurks in the closet.

Nothing says Halloween like Marshall Thompson

More for Halloween.

It's Halloween! Well, almost...

And who says it better than The Shaggs...

Well, lots of people, but here they are anyway.

Hello, world!

The signal-to-noise ratio on the intertubes has just degraded a bit further with Dystopiana. Here I shake my fist at non-existent gods and, with any luck, I may stumble upon something of worth on occasion. For the season, a bit of "The Old Dark House"
Have a Potato...