To the Needle-Dicked Numbnutz Dumbfuck Who Came Up With This Plan:
With our party already marginalized you dumb motherfuckers are busily developing a plan to further shrink it?
Have you morons looked at any polling data lately? NOBODY willingly chooses to identify as a Republican anymore because of stupid shit like this - among other things!
With the goddamn stars aligning for us to make huge gains in the house, governorships and at least deny the Dems a filibuster-proof Senate we're contemplating a litmus test to decide who the REAL Republicans are? Jesus H. Christ on a bike!
Did no one in the GOP happen to notice how the Democrats built their filibuster-proof Senate and their huge House majority? With MODERATES! Sure the bloggers and the progressives wail about the lack of purity in their caucus but at the end of the day they have the goddamn votes to do whatever they want!
When we try it though, we promote candidates so liberal that they make Barney Frank look like Barry Goldwater. DeDe's hubby is a fucking union goon for fuck’s sake.
So now after that debacle and the Hoff's Gore-esque concession and then oh-wait-I-really-don’t-concede moment, our brilliant idea is to placate the base with a purity test. No wonder we look like a buncha fucking morons. WE EVIDENTLY ARE! How about we pick better candidates instead??
I hope someone sits in that buffoon Steele's office and reminds him that like Bubba Clinton he just happens to be at the right place at the right time. The GOP is not gaining anything because of his tomfoolery and indeed profits, if at all, in spite of his rudderless gaffe-o-rama style. They don't like us more, they just like the Democrats less!
BIG TENT! People WANT to vote GOP, they are desperate for an alternative to the Democrats, but they are scared to commit to us because we look like petty imbeciles on a regular basis. C'mon, can nobody at the top figure out how to build a decent Independent/Conservative Alliance? NO ONE?? We cannot win with the red-necks (fuck you, my Dad was a share cropper, a REAL one so I can say redneck all I goddamn want) and the birthers and the pro-lifers alone. We have to reach out to the moderates if we want back in power and a purity test is the exact opposite of what we should be doing right now to reassure Independents that we are not a bunch of lunatics bent on legislating the fucking Rapture!
Please tell me that someone there has some real ideas on how not to fuck this next election up. PLEASE tell me that the brain trust there realizes that we cannot simply smile and wave a GOP banner and waltz into power.
I am this close to gathering some goddamn money people and starting a third-party because it seems that the GOP is determined to embrace minority status for the next generation.
Love and Kisses,
Swanny
24 November 2009
NaNoWriMo
Never gonna make it to 50K in November. The meetings killed that so now I have to just keep plugging along and hope that I can get there before the end of the year.
A sample:
She whimpered on and off, sniffling through her broken nose and choking on the blood that drained down her throat. Everything hurt. She heard something and lifted her head. He stood there with a grin and holding a syringe.
"I'm going to knock you out for this part," he began, "See, I'm not a complete sadist. Although, when you wake up you're going to be in atrocious pain. And then you're going to suck my cock."
She felt the poke of the needle in her arm and then slowly, blackness.
Derek moved quickly with his pliers starting with the front ones and working his way back. They all had to go. Despite what he told her this was not all about his being able to fuck her mouth without her biting his dick. Her teeth would be pulverized into dust. This was more about identification that sexuality, but, certainly he was going to rape her mouth as well.
He was surprised she didn't wake up. Then he was worried that he gave her too much. But a quick check of her vitals told him she was merely unconscious. Blissfully unaware of the agony in which she would awake.
Pulling teeth lived up to the billing. It was even harder than he imagined it would be and consequently took so long that he had to give her another shot when she began to stir. There was also the issue of the blood.
Derek had purchased a Shop-Vac and created his own suction attachment which worked well on the low setting. He also realized that he would need a means to stop the bleeding and that sutures were really not an option. That left cauterization and explained the small set of coals and the miniature barnding iron with the smooth tip.
He thought at first the smell of the burning flesh would make him sick, but it had a surprising sweetness to it. Even so, twenty or so teeth in he was glad he'd brought the fans.
Finally he was finished and took a break. A 5-Hour energy shot and two power bars would fuel his next few hours work. He had quite a lot to do.
As disturbing as this all should have been to him, all that ran through Derek's mind were random lines from horror movies through the years and the knowledge that he had only a finite amount of time in which to accomplish all of his work.
A sample:
She whimpered on and off, sniffling through her broken nose and choking on the blood that drained down her throat. Everything hurt. She heard something and lifted her head. He stood there with a grin and holding a syringe.
"I'm going to knock you out for this part," he began, "See, I'm not a complete sadist. Although, when you wake up you're going to be in atrocious pain. And then you're going to suck my cock."
She felt the poke of the needle in her arm and then slowly, blackness.
Derek moved quickly with his pliers starting with the front ones and working his way back. They all had to go. Despite what he told her this was not all about his being able to fuck her mouth without her biting his dick. Her teeth would be pulverized into dust. This was more about identification that sexuality, but, certainly he was going to rape her mouth as well.
He was surprised she didn't wake up. Then he was worried that he gave her too much. But a quick check of her vitals told him she was merely unconscious. Blissfully unaware of the agony in which she would awake.
Pulling teeth lived up to the billing. It was even harder than he imagined it would be and consequently took so long that he had to give her another shot when she began to stir. There was also the issue of the blood.
Derek had purchased a Shop-Vac and created his own suction attachment which worked well on the low setting. He also realized that he would need a means to stop the bleeding and that sutures were really not an option. That left cauterization and explained the small set of coals and the miniature barnding iron with the smooth tip.
He thought at first the smell of the burning flesh would make him sick, but it had a surprising sweetness to it. Even so, twenty or so teeth in he was glad he'd brought the fans.
Finally he was finished and took a break. A 5-Hour energy shot and two power bars would fuel his next few hours work. He had quite a lot to do.
As disturbing as this all should have been to him, all that ran through Derek's mind were random lines from horror movies through the years and the knowledge that he had only a finite amount of time in which to accomplish all of his work.
12 November 2009
06 November 2009
03 November 2009
NaNoWriMo
Look it up.
It's going to be my master for the next few weeks. So anything that shows up here will be bits as pieces of the larger whole and may make no sense at all.
It's less than 27 days and I've got 50,000 to go.
Wish me luck!
It's going to be my master for the next few weeks. So anything that shows up here will be bits as pieces of the larger whole and may make no sense at all.
It's less than 27 days and I've got 50,000 to go.
Wish me luck!
30 October 2009
In jokes to annoy a shoveler - see scorpion/frog
Once upon a time...
...you're welcome.
...a-delic.
...intermittant.
...I know we're not speaking, but...
...biggest asshole EVER!
...a shirt? Over a shirt?
...have fun, Cinderella.
So we are not gonna get swept. That makes me feel better.
When I was in HS I fell head over heels in lust with a picture in the yearbook. It just happened that it was the head cheerleader. She was a senior and I was just a sophomore. Somehow we ended up dating. After graduating we spent the summer getting drunk and listening to U2 - getting caught drunk as monkeys by her parents once. But at the end of the summer she was going off to Sweden as an exchange student. I was in love by then and bought a diamond ring. We spoke at least once a month while she was in Malmo - the name still makes me want to smash something.
In the wee hours of Christmas 1986 before the sun was even thinking about rising, we were on the phone. Man those calls were expensive! But in the middle of the call the call waiting beeped. I ignored it at first but it was insistent. Finally I asked her to hold on and took the call. It was my brother-in-law. Now I love T-Bone, but he has a bit of a history with powders and needles and such. So when he breathlessly informed me that my pregnant sister was having a baby I responded, "Yeah, T, I know she's pregnant, but I am on the phone to Sweden."
He countered, "No, she's having the baby right now!"
"Oh. OK, hang on," I managed and then clicked over to bid my love adieu.
That was my favorite Sweden story. The baby, btw, was my darling neice Amie, who has always been my girl.
I hate Sweden. But have to deal with it because a friend is moving there and is in love with a Swede and we love them. Dammit.
...you're welcome.
...a-delic.
...intermittant.
...I know we're not speaking, but...
...biggest asshole EVER!
...a shirt? Over a shirt?
...have fun, Cinderella.
So we are not gonna get swept. That makes me feel better.
When I was in HS I fell head over heels in lust with a picture in the yearbook. It just happened that it was the head cheerleader. She was a senior and I was just a sophomore. Somehow we ended up dating. After graduating we spent the summer getting drunk and listening to U2 - getting caught drunk as monkeys by her parents once. But at the end of the summer she was going off to Sweden as an exchange student. I was in love by then and bought a diamond ring. We spoke at least once a month while she was in Malmo - the name still makes me want to smash something.
In the wee hours of Christmas 1986 before the sun was even thinking about rising, we were on the phone. Man those calls were expensive! But in the middle of the call the call waiting beeped. I ignored it at first but it was insistent. Finally I asked her to hold on and took the call. It was my brother-in-law. Now I love T-Bone, but he has a bit of a history with powders and needles and such. So when he breathlessly informed me that my pregnant sister was having a baby I responded, "Yeah, T, I know she's pregnant, but I am on the phone to Sweden."
He countered, "No, she's having the baby right now!"
"Oh. OK, hang on," I managed and then clicked over to bid my love adieu.
That was my favorite Sweden story. The baby, btw, was my darling neice Amie, who has always been my girl.
I hate Sweden. But have to deal with it because a friend is moving there and is in love with a Swede and we love them. Dammit.
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