Dear World

I don't care about whatever drugged up pop star died this week Really. I don't like their music, and I don't like how you are forcing me to listen to it. Go away. Please.

Quote of the Day

"I am sick and tired of Bloomberg demonizing gun owners. Any politician that would get up in front of a microphone and outright lie to the media about an innocent victim of his Draconian firearms policies is unworthy of holding public office. Every mayor who belongs to Bloomberg's anti-gun-rights Mayors Against Illegal Guns coalition should be embarrassed by his remarks and seriously reconsider their membership in his organization. The only thing worse than Bloomberg's New York gun laws is Bloomberg himself. If Bloomberg ever had any credibility at all it no longer exists. His deliberate slander of Meredith Graves is reprehensible, and he should be ashamed."

Alan Gottlieb, in the SAF's latest press release.

Hey Mayor Bloomberg? I think the technical term for that is "PWND, NOOB!"

Explosions!

Hit the deck! It sounds like we're being invaded!

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Oh wait. It's just my fellow citizens shooting off illegal fireworks. Screw you police state! We're still here!

Dear TSA

Dear TSA: you need to go.  You need to go now.  Your previously annoying antics have grown to be truly disturbing, a representation of everything wrong with bureaucratic creep.  You are a personification of Benjamin Franklin's saying, "They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety."

Dear TSA: I know you are out there, and I know that you watch the blogs (even my humble little one).  Which frankly, is also somewhat disturbing. But I know that you have people working for you, normal people, who aren't "bad guys," people who are just doing their job.  Unfortunately, these people have come to rely on an institution that stands against everything that makes my country great.  These people have become accomplices to your agenda by way of their complacency.  They should not stand for your policies any more than I should.  As long as they do, I can not feel sorry for them if my words cut.

Dear TSA:  I know this may sound harsh, but I truly believe that we should burn you to the ground, and keep you in the history books only as a horrible warning.  You are nothing that should be kept, and I am ashamed that you are a part of my country.  It is telling that your Wikipedia entry has only a "criticism and scandal" section, with nothing detailing your non-existent triumphs.  It is telling that at this point if you had a success story, most would dismiss it as a staged publicity stunt. You are useless, and you should never have gotten beyond that brainstorming session in the U.S. Capital Building back in 2001. 

Dear TSA:  you are nothing to me, you are nothing to America, and you have no hope of gaining our love or respect.  You have jumped the shark, and I hope to see my tax dollars spent on something else, anything else, very soon.

Regards,

bluesun

You Take My Bacon, I Take Your Thumbs. It's an Even Trade

Let me start off by showing you a picture.  This picture is the background of my phone, so I see it everyday.  I see it and I love it.

Can you see it?  The luscious, hot, dripping fat, clinging to a crispy, tasty, and salty bacon?  What you see here was two pounds of premium bacon before I fried it into its metamorphosed state.  That's right.  What was once two pounds of gooey caterpillar was transformed into it's beautiful butterfly form.  I could go on, but I probably shouldn't.  We'd be here all day.

So when I say that this issue cuts me deep, please believe me.

From Alan at Snarkybytes comes something most interesting.  Something evil is in the air.  Something so despicable that I had to put down my thoughts in comic form.  The nanny state has been moving into total control territory at a rapid pace lately, and I'm sure many of you have heard stories about the government trying to regulate foods with "high" amounts of sugar, fat, and salt.  Fat and salt, the two things that make bacon what it is.  Here it is, my next political comic:

This will be the straw that breaks this camel's back.

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me... 

Is now

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the BACON from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the BACON from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found BACONITY
But you can't take the BACON from me...

(Apologies to Joss Whedon, but I'm sure he'll understand)



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Draw Mohammed Day

Keepin' it classy with a white tux and martini.

Update: More are here, and here, and with those links I'm sure you can find more.

Update II: The definitive list here.

Pictures for future reference: a Yew Tree and a Screw

A Phillips head screw on a power drill.

An English Yew Tree (Taxus baccata), from Longwood Gardens in Pennsylvania.

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I may link back to this from time to time, when the situation (or my anger level) demands it.  Can you see where I'm going?  If so, good for you, I'm not too clever for my own good.  If not, well, then screw yew.