Hate filled ho

It's really sad such a hate-filled and deceiving person is so popular. It's also sad that those who read her books either don't know or care that they are being lied to page after page.


You know what also drives me crazy about this ass? It's that she is sometimes compared to Al Franken just because they are on opposite sides of the political spectrum and both attempt to write humor. First of all Franken is hilarious. I mean laugh outloud funny. I've read a couple of his books. Coulter is not funny unless, of course, you consider blatantly biased exaggerations funny. I don't. Franken has extensive citations at the end of his books that support what he says and most of his humor comes from creative jibes, perfect comedica pacing and pricesless personal stories, not exaggerations. At the end of Coulter's books you have blank pages. Pages as valuable to her arguments as the rest of the book. If this dolt was on my side I would disown her immediately. I guess it's indicative of the current conservative mindset that such a person like her carries so much weight. Her vilification is long overdue.

What would Jesus do?

"Hersh claims that one of the plans, presented to the White House by the Pentagon, entails the use of a bunker-buster tactical nuclear weapon, such as the B61-11, against underground nuclear sites. One alleged target is Iran's main centrifuge plant, at Natanz, 200 miles south of Teheran."

If this is true then Bush should be run out of office immediately. It's amazing that this clown, who claims to be a serious Christian, would even consider a nuclear option. It's bad enough that we even have one of these things let alone even considering using one. Is anyone still not convinced that this guy is not the most dangerous person in the world?

On the way to golf

Oh yeah, while driving to the golf course yesterday we got caught up in George Bush traffic. He was over at CPCC lying his ass off. There were cops everywhere, I guess they complete shut down Billy Graham Parkway. It's bad enough this guy is running our country into the toilet but now he has to come to my home and personally wreck my golf outing? Is it really necessary to protect the president this much? Sure, being president can be dangerous. There is always the threat of assassination but is it so much of a threat that you have to cripple a city's traffic for a day for such a buffoon? Let him take a chance now and then. Perhaps a little danger will wake up his obviously deadened mind.

At least bubble boy allowed an American citizen to actually challenge him on his presidency for once. How isolated is this guy that when an American citizen is allowed to critcize him to his face that it makes national news? Pretty sad.

Thursday

Today, once again, Chris and I hit the links. Just like last week we went to Revolution golf course on the west side of town. Also, just like last week, we ended up playing with a fella who had shown up by himself. Each time the golfer asked us to allow him to join us. I guess no one likes to play alone. That's an aspect of golf I had not anticipated. It's nice, meeting new people like that. Buddying up for a couple of hours, sharing laughs, groans and a little bit of golf rage. Today, Derrick, our new golf buddy, hit a nice approach shot on a par five that went a little right and didn't take a favorable bounce. Or, as he put it, "Ah, it hit the fucking cart path!"

I've been having trouble hitting with my driver. I'm not getting any elevation from it and hitting a lot of low line drives. When I do get some elevation, I usually have a bad slice. A slice, for a left hander, means that it looks good coming off the tee and then it turns left like an Air America host. When I get some good power behind a tee shot and the slice comes in the ball can literally travel fifty plus yards the wrong way. If I'm not careful I could kill somebody.

On the last hole I switched to my five wood which I haven't used at all. The five wood gives you more elevation than the driver does. You sacrfice some distance but I don't get much distance from my driver anyway. My shot went straight and true. I might use that club more often on shorter par fours now. It couldn't hurt. There is less danger to other golfers when I use the five wood. Of course I pooched my approach shot but that was bound to happen.

Speaking of killing someone with a golf shot. I was trying to lob a ball onto a green today and didn't far enough under the ball and hit a line drive toward the green. Standing on the green were Derrick and Chris. Chris was safe but that ball was heading straight toward Derrick's melon. He moved out of the way but, for a second, I was afraid I was going to bean the poor guy.

Here's a picture of Chris hitting his approach shot on hole three. It's not the best sports photograph ever but you can see the ball and that's magic in my book.


One more thing

I started a Youtube account. You know, that new video server that's all the rage. You can access it here. It's a fun website. It's a nice way to share your shitty digital camera videos.

David Childers Testifies

He's a local musician. Some people affectionately call him reverend: "In my own life, as I said, I had to reject a lot of things I was taught about the races. My own parents were less racist than most, but they were still racist, and opposed to the idea of too much racial mixing. Still, I saw them stand up for a strange kind of equality and justice that was about as far as most southern whites were willing to go."

Big News

I'm pregnant. No, not really. The actual big news is that Mojo Nixon is coming out of retirement in order to help raise awareness of Kinky Friedman's run for the Texas Governership. Please god, let there be bootlegs. Here's what Mojo has to say about his upcoming comeback: “Anger is a great motivator. When I heard someone call Kinky’s run for Governor a joke it really pissed me off. Kinky is a not a joke. Kinky is a humorist. The Republicans and Democrats are the joke. I’m sick and tired of people not having a real choice. Kinky Friedman is the last great Lone Star in a sea of mendacity.”

Opening day again

The other night Chris came by to hang out for a while. We had initially planed to watch the NCAA championship game. Since we didn't really care about either team and the game was a blow out early, we ended up watching baseball on ESPN instead. We watched the early portion of the A's-Yankees game until Alex Rodriguez drove a Barry Zito hanging curveball into the stands with the bases loaded. That made the game 7-0 in the top of the second. It was fun up until then. The Yankees didn't hit a ball more than 180 feet until Rodriguez's monster shot.

It was nice to sit at home last night with the windows open and a cool early spring breeze putting a little chill in the room while baseball was being played on the TV. I don't follow the game like I used to but it still feels good when it rolls around again.

I saw Barry Bonds caught a lot of grief from the fans in San Diego. Ole Barry is in for a shit storm this year. Just wait until he gets to Philadelphia or L.A. I really wish he would quit and leave Hank Aaron's record alone. He and those other robots already ruined the single season record why destroy a record achieved by one of baseball's true heroes?

Over Sentimental Opening Day of Baseball Essay

The crack of the ball on the bat, the slap of the ball into a soft leather mitt. No, it's not a Saturday evening in your master's dungeon, these are the sounds of the opening day of baseball. The players may be new. Names like Johnson, Smith and Jones. But the old names are there, they are always there. Names like Johnson, Smith and Jones. For baseball is a game of renewal, of hope. Each opening day every team shares first place for a brief period. Even the most lowly team gets a view from the top for a day or so. In the early days of the season batting averages and ERA's can reach unheard of heights and for a short while even the most lowly unenhanced second baseman can dream of the king kong heights of the monstrous steroidal freak.

Baseball is also of the past. In this game we hold onto a pastoral past of peace and harmony. In a time when there were no wars or racial strife or horrible, horrible presidents with their heads crammed up their asses. Yes, the good old days. Days of black and white photographs and public restrooms. Days when your lesbian aunt Gladys was forced to marry your abusive alcoholic Uncle Tony. The ball was white and Mickey Mantle's whiskey was brown. The sky was blue and so were America's balls.

We all bring something to the game. We all have early memories that we cherish. Memories like playing catch with your dad or being forced to be the catcher for the perverted farmer across the street. Whatever the case, baseball has been there for us. Maybe after that encounter with the farmer there was only one position you could play later that day in the field behind your friend's house. That position would have been catcher since it requires very little moving around. What other sport offers such a position. That day baseball saved you a lot of embarrassment.

So, to celebrate baseball's first day of 2006. Don't sit in front of your television all day watching ESPN's opening day marathon. Take at least five minutes and go outside and find someone to play catch with, you fat bastard.

Smelly car guy

Smelly car guy was here again today. Luckily to the two new kids took turns helping the little weirdo. One day I would like to test his will and see how long he would actually stand at that desk asking for pictures of cars from the future if we indulged him. Would he eventually run out of cars to look at? Would he stay until he passed out from hunger? Would he be like one of those Korean computer gamers and stand there until he died? There is only one way to find out.

George Bush is still an asshole

From David Brin's Blog: "Far from being a matter of left versus right, what we are seeing today is a renewal of the same battle fought by Franklin, Washington, Lincoln, Marshall and every other great American hero. Every generation of American heroes. A battle pitting the new maturity of accountability, pragmatic self-improvement and rambunctious citizenship against the endlessly recycled power-rationalizations that served tyrants of every stripe. An age-old reflex that's the real enemy of freedom, still calling to us from Egypt and Ur. From the caves. From our genes."