Diary of a Madman

2009-05-25T18:19:00.003-04:00

The End

It's a gorgeous Memorial Day evening. Birds chirping...a slight breeze...and the evening sun sneaking closer to the western horizon and better yet, NOT beating down on my patio where I sit typing this. My hundred year old locust tree in in full bloom and the air is coated with sweetness. I'm sipping my first Rolling Rock and wondering just what to say.

My dear boys and girls, after spending oh, ten minutes on the subject, I've decided to bring Diary of a Madman to a halt. Not a screeching halt mind you. A screeching halt implies that there was first speed and momentum and let's be real...this blog has lost all speed over the the last year or so. Nary an interesting post. My political commentary has been reduced to pictures and jagged one-liners. And personal stories? Just don't care to share some of the decisions I've made.

Definitely not what I ever intended.

I looked back at the early writing on this site. Quite a few chapters of my life have been captured for posterity on the interwebz. I read my past posts and smile: I was definitely very up front and honest about myself. A lot of that openness has fled, and I think the big reason is that I just haven't been that happy lately. I point the finger of blame at no one other than myself. Mind you I am not caught in some deep dark cave of depression. No...I'm just not...inspired. Yes. That's the word. Inspired.

My kids are now four years older since this blog was started. I've been through no less than four girlfriends and one "never got a second date" chica. My company's been taken over by the over-bearing bank from hell. I quit smoking and joined a gym (thank you, S.). I've had a girl move in and move right out (thanks again, S.). I survived the ugliest stock market ever experienced in my lifetime. Hell! I even shaved my head for the hell of it.

There's a lot I want to do, but blogging isn't one of them. So for you readers who have this blog linked to a feed, thanks for reading. If for some reason you stumble on this blog at random...look around and have fun. Leave a comment if you want...I'll respond back. But this chapter of *me* is done. I know that one day I'll be at it again...just gotta find that inspiration. In the meantime, you can track me on Facebook.

Farewell, dear reader. I leave you with this quote:

"Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again."

"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.

"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."

- The Lord of the Rings
Gandalf and Frodo Baggins, Chapter 'The Shadow of the Past'.

2009-05-07T01:19:00.001-04:00

Hey Minnesota! Fuck You!

Say hello to our newest Senator, courtesy of the idiots in Minnesota.

2009-04-03T00:08:00.002-04:00

Yeah. It's Kind of Like This.

2009-03-04T23:13:00.003-05:00

Of Unicorns, Lesbians, House and...

I'm not exactly sure what to think about this. At first blush, you might think that some psychotic right wing fanatic did this, but my money's on some dumbass liberal arts college art student (not my daughter).

Anyway...what the fuck does it mean????

2009-02-18T22:13:00.007-05:00

Welcome Chief Source Readers!

My Lame Pics

Okay...this one isn't THAT lame, and anyone who says that it is is itching for a fight. The subject is my daughter who is standing in front of some giant balls. Christmas balls...as in ornaments. Pic taken about 10-minutes after we saw Spring Awakening. Which by the way, was a most kick-ass show.

Coke makes me nostalgic for some reason. Must be billions of dollars of advertising. I like how the snowflakes reflect in this, and Santa looks like he could be takin' a swig off a fifth of Jim Beam.

This pic was probably taken around 1:00AM. Spring Awakening long done. Shopping long done. And the kids back at the hotel watching a movie and sending text messages to their friends (OMG! Wer n NYC!!!). Needless to say, I was probably on beer number 65. I bar-hopped and picture took for at least a few hours, all while managing to squeeze in a few text messages to Shawn...declaring my love for her, no less.

Don't ask me why, but I love this picture. I think a real photographer would have captured a great moment in time. This was a bakery window at about 2:30AM. I had just finished up drinking with a few Marines home on leave for Christmas from Iraq and needless to say, we drank like Marines. I was on my way back to the hotel when I happened upon a bakery. The window speaks for itself. It says, "Yummy." The story is in the guys in the background. Four days before Christmas, in NYC, baking pastries and making an honest living. I love this pic.

I'm interested in hearing professional critics on someone who has no experience whatsoever taking pictures. What would you have done different if all you had was a point and shoot?

2008-12-26T20:37:00.002-05:00

Office Love Stories

What do you do when you know a girl for 2 1/2 years because you work with her, you go on your first date after you sing at a show less than a month ago and then fall in love?

You do what any normal person would do. You ask her to move in with you.

I did. We are.

Carry on.

2008-12-07T22:57:00.005-05:00

Peter's Escape

Peter: Goodbye, Hook.

Hook: *astonished* WHAT? Where do you think you're going, dear boy? And more importantly, how do you think you'll get there?

Peter: How else would I leave this retched ship of yours, Hook? I will fly.

Hook: You can't fly anymore, Peter. *sneering, whispering in Peter's ear* You have no happy thoughts. You have no Wendy.

Peter: But I do have happy thoughts, Hook. Happy thoughts come from within...I've learned that. Or maybe I knew it all along and just couldn't see it while I was trapped here with you.

Hook: You can't leave me, Peter.

Peter: But I am leaving, Hook. It's dark here...it's cold. I'll never find a Wendy on your ship, Hook. But I know that somewhere out there...somewhere beyong the horizon...there's a Wendy for me. There's a world beyond this ship.

*Peter begins to float above the ship...the moon casting his shadow on the ship's deck*

Peter: Goodbye, Hook!

*Peter flies off into the dark, starry night...the air thick with salt and new beginnings*

Hook: *Almost inaudible* Goodbye, Peter. I knew you would figure it out one day. I knew you would fly.

As Hook's glance turned away from the spot in the sky he was last able to see Peter, his focus lit upon a small object, barely visible in the night, at rest next to the barrell that stood next to Peter's cabin.

As he walked closer, the object came into focus and Hook's mood brightened.

Bending over and cupping his hand over it, he felt it move beneath him.

Scooping it up, he held it up in front of his face and allowed the moonlight to wash over it. It glistened in the silvery glow of night...and began to struggle. An evil and knowing grin washed over Hook's face.

Hook: Oh, Peter. It's not over yet.

2008-12-07T17:38:00.020-05:00

Random Randomness

The ipod's playing I'm Gonna Get Close to You by Queensyche (the only song I know that makes stalking sound sexy), I've got a Barefoot merlot ever so slight buzz going on, and I feel like writing.

I'm shocked you're reading this, dear reader. You're awesome! You rock! If it were me, I would have written off this lame-ass blog a long time ago. Updates have been few and far between, and I know it's frustrating to visit a blog, hit refresh, and not see anything new.

So first and foremost - thank you.

So what's going on? Well let's see...the Browns lost today to the Titans. Big surprise. I'm on the verge of buying my daughter a car that's close to twice what I originally wanted to spend, and I'm finding myself liking someone that I didn't think I'd ever like in that way...if you know what I mean.

I've always said my kids will be the death of me. Don't get me wrong...they're good kids. They have hearts. They care. They consider. My son and I had what can only be described as a minor fucking crisis a few months ago. I learned something...something I'm not sure how to handle. It plays on my mind every day. If it weren't for the fact he was a good kid, I honestly do not know where he and I would be today. He sat in at a gig I sang at and ended up getting a paying job offer. The kid's 14 and will make money playing percussion in a musical. That's impressive. But there is still *this thing* hanging over us. All I can do is keep the lines of communication open and try and guide him. It's tough.

The girl, on the other hand, has different issues. She's like I was at that age in many ways...talented beyond all belief but a bit of an outsider when it comes to mainstream things like college-life and goals, which ends up interfering with school work. She's trying...and all I can do is encourage.

Now here's the newest aspect of my life: A woman I will just call S., because for all I know, she'd die if I mentioned her name on here. S. and I have known each other for a little under three years courtesy of working in the same office. There have been times I think we were honestly ready to kill each other. I thought she was a bitch and she thought I was an arrogant asshole.

Through conversation I have learned we're actually more alike than we know...or want to admit. S. is stunning. When I say stunning, I don't use the word lightly. She really is. She's the type of woman that when she walks into a room, every head turns. Girls get jealous and guys want to know her.

There's a common thread that actually links our collective pasts. Of course it's not something as common as "we shop at the same grocery store but never ran into each other."

That would be too normal. And normal never seems to find its way into my life.

No...it's a little darker...a little sexier. It's a little more *sub culture.*

But it is what it is...and I sit here Sunday night fnding myself anxious to see what happens. I wake up and I find myself wondering what she's doing. I'm driving during the day and I wonder if she's having a good day. I see her at work and feel the different vibe we throw out to each other as I walk by her...even though I've walked by her 20 bazillion times in the past. There's a different look in her beautiful green eyes...a different message being sent out. I know she feels it, too. It's a look of knowing what others don't know. It's a look of expectation...a look of curiousity.

It's our secret.

And it's a look of unabashed fear. A few times we couldn't look each other in the eye as we passed each other. At least not at work. There would be a second's worth of eye contact, and then the nervouse glance away with a grin.

It's our secret.
But lucky for us, we're both the kind of people that throws caution to the wind and actually dares to live life. I'm up for new places and new feelings and new experiences. And I'd like to do them with her.

It's good.

2008-11-21T02:16:00.003-05:00

O.Bama.My.God

Because most of my blogging time has been spent arguing with left wing bloggers, especially those over at The Chief Source, this poor excuse for a blog has been neglected. But thanks to Skye over at Midnight Blue, I've been inspired to post my first "you get what you ask for" post regarding our nation's election results.

But let's back up about four years, shall we?

I can remember when George Bush was elected to his second term as President of these United States. It only took ONE DAY for the emails from some of my left wing associates and friends to role in...

"This proves how STUPID most of Amerika is."

"The president of the United States has once again been chosen by the most stupid people in this country."

Those are direct quotes. They even inspired my friend Dave to reply back TO HIS FRIEND WHO SENT THE EMAIL to ask if his friend, J, really thought he's stupid. I could go on and on with the quotes because I have the email saved.

Granted, there are stupid people on the left, and stupid people on the right. No party has the market of "stupid" cornered. Hell! Let's not even call it stupid. Let's call it uninformed.

Obama found a way to get the uninformed off the couch. He found a way to get college students to put down their bongs and go vote. He utilized technology like no other candidate ever has. He inspired people who can't even recognize the name of THE SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE to vote for him. And he had the help of news organizations that obviously lean left.

Oh yeah...and those other new organizations on Comedy Central like The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. Sidebar: If you get your news from these two guys, you really need to go to the basement, find your drill, get the fattest bit you can fiind, pop it in, plug in the drill, and then drill a big fucking hole in your skull. Left frontal lobe is best - bleeding is reduced and cleanup's a snap. I know...that was rude. But good grief! It's like getting your medical advice from a watching Scrubs.

Exhibit A - and yeah...I know it's 9 minutes long, and goes beyond the typical Daily/Colbert attention span, but watch it any way:

Ugh! The people have spoken. Those who sit around and think their lives suck because things haven't gone their way have finally gotten off their asses and voted.

Why don't I feel comforted, or even inspired?

Peoples...you reap what you sow. I HOPE the next four years provide all of us with the chance to achieve what we are capable of achieving. Those of you who are expecting your lives to change overnight when Obama takes office in January are in for heartache. Tell me how you feel four years from now. The stupid will still be stupid. Right wing nutcases will still be ranting and blaming Obama for whateverthefuck is happening at the time.

Left wing folk will be scratching their collective heads wondering, "Why isn't my life better?" "Why haven't all of life's problems just vanished?"

Because that's the bill of goods you were sold.

Keep me updated on how your life is going.

Tell me how your life has been improved by government intervention. I'll make it easy for you...just text me at 216.543.152X.

2008-11-11T22:15:00.001-05:00

Change!!!!

Admit it. It's funny.

And yes, my pretties...there will be more thoughtful posts as we see change unfold before our very eyes.

2008-10-26T03:38:00.003-04:00

I Pray

Hey God...it's me. I know...I haven't been to church since Christmas. And I've questioned your existance for the last 10 years.

My bad.

I hope we can get past all that. No hard feelings. Right?

So riddle me this, omnipotent One...what in the fuck are you thinking?

Seriously...what have I done to piss you off?

I know what you're going to say: Free will. We all make decisions that affect how our life on this planet will flow.

I can respect that. I really can. I get it.

But what am I supposed to think? For real, dude. Have I really pissed you off that much? Isn't there a few pagans you could fuck with?

I'm asking you, point blank: Why?

Is it a test? Are we playing some Abrahamish game? Kill my son...Oops! Just kidding! But thanks for playing...here's a lovely parting gift.

Dude. Seriously.

I teeter back and forth on the thought that you even exist.

I don't want to...but...well...you haven't made it easy.

I know...life isn't easy. I.Get.That. I'm not asking for rainbows and puppy dogs.

I'm not even asking for things that involve me.

I know. Right?

You so know what I'm talking about. You are so used to hearing prayers where every other word is "me" and "I" and "please."

I'm not going there. I just want a little sign of compassion. A sign of divine intervention. A spirutual high five, if you will.

Stop being so cryptic. It's not cool anymore. You're the Father, right? Act like one.

It's Time for Some Campaignin'

2008-09-14T16:37:00.001-04:00

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2008-09-10T22:44:00.006-04:00

Remember

It's been seven years and I can still remember every single thing I did that day. The first plane hit while I was on my way to Starbucks. After arriving at my office, we all stood in front of the TV, which was tuned to CNBC - our heads tilted back. A little while later, we watched the second plane plow into the second tower. My assistant at the time, a tiny, lovely fifty-something woman named Patty, started to cry. She looked up at me and said, "Russ...what's happening?"

The look on her face defined how we all felt: Confused. Scared. Stunned.

This can't be happening here.

The world got smaller that day.

2008-09-10T22:36:00.002-04:00

Somewhere, the Ents Are Smiling

Oh.My.God.

2008-08-31T12:56:00.004-04:00

The Story of the Pan

Hook: So, Peter...the story has changed.

Peter: Yes.

Hook (sneering): You've changed, dear boy. You cannot fly anymore.

Peter: YES I CAN!

Hook: Then show me.

Peter: I...I can't. Not now.

Hook: You can't? Or you won't?

Peter: I want to go.

Hook: There are only two ways you can leave my ship, Peter - dead, or by flying away.

Peter: NO! THAT'S A LIE! There are other ways, Hook. I can swim. I can steal your ship.

Hook: Swim? You would drown. And steal my ship? Over my dead body. Stay with me and never grow up. Stay with me and fly. You know how much you loved flying.

Peter: I will miss her...I mean it.

Hook: Ah...your Wendy.

Lost Boys: WE MISS WENDY!

Peter: Behave!

Lost Boys: *GASP*

Hook: You have changed, Peter.

Peter: I HAVE NOT!! *long pause* Yes I have. But I will fly again, Hook. Not because you want me to. I will fly because I can.

Hook: Fly without a Wendy? Impossible. You might as well consider yourself a member of MY crew.

Peter: You don't fly because of a Wendy, Hook. You fly because you have happy thoughts. I may not be able to fly away today. But indeed, I will fly again.

Hook: But you have unhappy thoughts, Peter.

Peter: Today. But not tomorrow.

2008-08-31T12:27:00.001-04:00

A Wall Street Musical

Don't even think about it. Just click it! Thanks to Cara Ellison for finding this!

2008-08-24T18:17:00.002-04:00

When Nerds Collide

Thanks to LGF for finding this little diddy. Soon, CERN will be firing up its Large Hadron Collider and with a little luck, they won't create tiny little black holes that will grow and destroy all life as we know it.

For the most part, this entire post was snagged from Little Green Footballs.

2008-07-12T11:00:00.002-04:00

How You Found Me

Sitemeter is such a wonderful tool for bloggers. It allows anyone who uses it to track by location, referrals, etc how visitors found my site. So if someone Googled "Diary of a Madman," and my blog came up in the search, I can see not only the phrase they Googled, but their IP address and location. Here are a few interesting ones from the last month:

Someone is Sindh, Karachi, Pakistan googled, "motherfucked by her own son." I'm speechless.

A gent in Canada Googled images searching for "Seven of Nine." Good boy!

Someone in Morristown, NJ (a blue state!!) Yahooed, "Number Obama present votes in Senate." Yay!! Blue-staters taking note of a history of lameness.

Interesting...by far the most popular searches this month have been for "Seven of Nine" and "LeeLoo." Both were featured in my "Five Sexiest Aliens in the Universe" post (see below). This post, by the way, was linked by John Hawkins at the Conservative Grapevine, and has received 1745 hits.

A person in Beirut, Lebanon Googled "Hamas kid." This one makes me feel icky.

And we have someone in Medical Lake, Washington Googling images for "Seven of nine adult." Really? I'm getting the feeling there's money to be made in nerd-porn.

And the 100th search still lin my log came from jolly old London, England as was for "diary of a madman blog." Looking for MY blog??

That's right...cause I'm all that and a bad of chips!

2008-07-10T20:47:00.006-04:00

The Cult of Global Warming

In 2003, an amazing book was released by authors Walter Martin and Ravi Zacharias. It was entitled The Kingdom of Cults, and today it is considered one of the foremost authoritative books on cults and the systematic brainwashing that is used to seduce the weak - and sometimes not so weak.

In the book, there are at least ten tactics employed by cultists throughout history that are used while trying to build their ranks. Think Adolph Hitler, Charlie Manson or even religious fundamentalists.

Please, dear reader, review the ten tactics used by cults and draw your own conclusion when compared to tactics used by global warming alarmists. I will add my own thoughts, to help those of you too submersed in the teachings of the Charlie Manson of the 'oo's...Mr. Al Gore.

1) Leadership by a New Age prophet - in this case, former Vice President, and political loser, Al Gore.

2) Assertion of an apocalyptic threat to all mankind - In this case, man-made global warming.

3) An absolutist definition of both the threat and the proposed solution - this one, when applied to global warming, is a slap in the face to science. With global warming freakazoids there is NO DEBATE. Debate, many of the brainwashed forget, is what science is based upon. It is questioning what you believe. That's why we now know the earth is round and revolves around the sun.

4) Promise of a salvation from this pending apocalypse.

5) Devotion to an inspired text which embodies all the answers - in this case Mr. Gore's pseudo-scientific (at best) book Earth and Balance and his an Inconvenient Truth political schlockumentary - A movie, by the way, which if shown in a classroom in the UK, must be preceded with a disclaimer that it is a political piece and contains pieces presented as facts not yet proven.

6) A specific list of "truths" which must be embraced and proselytized by all cult members.

7) An absolute intolerance of any deviation from any of these truths by cult members - Have you ever had a debate with a manmade global warming alarmist?? With them, there is no room whatsoever for questions or alternative theories. THIS is how it is...and if you don't agree, you are misinformed.

8) A strident intolerance of any outside criticism of the cult's definition of the problem or of its proposed solutions.

9) A "heaven-on-earth" vision of the results of the mission's success or a "hell-on-earth" result if the cultic mission fails.

10) An inordinate fear (and outright rejection of the POSSIBILITY) of being proven wrong in either the apocalyptic vision or the proposed salvation.

I am constantly amazed at the intelligent people, many whom I love and admire, that cannot - because of the cultist tactics - even debate intelligently the theory, AND I STRESS IT IS A THEORY, of manmade global warming. Their argument goes like this:

Carbon levels have risen (minutely, I might add) over the last 100+ years, and at the same time, the average temperature of the planet has risen about 1 degree F. Therefore and in conclusion, the increase in carbon, which can be attributed to man, is responsible for the rising temperature. And pretty soon, the polar ice caps will melt, and it'll be an apocalyptic version of Waterworld before we know it.

It reminds me of my grade school science class and the need for scientific inquiry. The story I remember is this...

A few centuries ago, it was believed by intellects of the time that rotting meat produced maggots. A piece of rotting meat was left out, maggots showed up, and later, flies were buzzing around your house. Therefore, rotting meat PRODUCED flies. It was called "spontaneous generation" and was heralded by scientists of the day. Even by one of the greatest minds of the time...

According to Aristotle it was a readily observable truth that aphids arise from the dew which falls on plants, fleas from putrid matter, mice from dirty hay, crocodiles from rotting logs at the bottom of bodies of water, and so forth.

The same stupid, illogical, no-room-for-discussion argument is being made today by global warming alarmists.

Why...I'll tell you in a later post. Just let me preview it by saying Al Gore stands to create a legacy for his family when the carbon trading platform gets underway...

This post was inspired by a letter to the editor in the July 10th edition of the Wall Street Journal from Mr. Jim Guirard of Alexandria, VA.

2008-07-09T21:16:00.004-04:00

It's Meme Time!

I haven't done a meme in forever and a day, so when I saw this one over at my friend Cara Ellison's blog, I just had to snatch it. I think when it started, you were supposed to use all one word answers. Well...wtf? Rules were meant to be broken, or at least bent a little bit. Right? Feel free to copy and paste the questions in the comment section and answer them yourself. Cheers!

1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket.

2. Your significant other? Creative.

3. Your hair? Blond. Needs cut.

4. Your mother? Giving.

5. Your father? Superman.

6. Your favorite time of day? Night - when everyone's asleep.

7. Your dream last night? None.

8. Your favorite drink? Water, Coca-Cola, beer, wine, vodka and anything.

9. Your dream goal? Retire early. Retire rich.

10. The room you’re in? Messy.

11. Your ex? Lots.

12. Your fear? My kids dying.

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Alive and happy.

14. What you are not? Quiet.

15. Your Favorite meal? I love big breakfasts.

16. One of your wish list items? A scholarship to Baldwin Wallace for my boy.

17. The last thing you did? Said good night to the significant other.

18. Where you grew up? Bedford, Ohio.

19. What are you wearing? Dark brown cargo shorts and my burgandy Rincon Longboards t-shirt.

20. Your TV is? Teevee-ish.

21. Your pets? Steve-O the best dog in the world.

22. Your computer? Needed.

23. Your life? None-stop.

24. Your mood? Mellow.

25. Missing someone? Yep.

26. Your car? Got a spoiler on the back deck.

27. Something you’re not wearing? Socks.

28. Favorite store? Bookstores.

29. Your summer? Passing.

30. Your favorite colour? Planet-tones..

31. When is the last time you laughed? Today.

32. When is the last time you cried? Cried? Awhile. Misty-eyed? Before awhile.

33. Your health? I'll drink to that!

34. Your children? Sweet.

35. Your future? Improving.

36. Your beliefs? Steadfast.

37. Young or old? Young!

38. Your image? I am I.

39. Your appearance? Dapper.

40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? No. I would change a few things.

2008-06-18T22:40:00.003-04:00

I Hope God has a Sense of Humor

2008-06-14T11:07:00.003-04:00

Tim Russert
1950 - 2008

On Friday, the 13th of June, Tim Russert, NBC News' Washington Bureau Chief, collapsed while working and died.

Mr. Russert, while hailing from Buffalo, NY, was a source of pride to the city of Cleveland, having attended John Carrol University and Cleveland-Marshall College of Law.

In my opinion, he leaned to the left politically. However, it was his Catholic upbringing and the values instilled in him by his mother, Elizabeth, and father, Tim "Big Russ," Sr., that kept him not only grounded but fair in every interview I saw him conduct.

Watching him I always was amazed at his preparedness. If you were questioned by Tim, you had better answer the question and tell the truth, regardless of your political affilliation, because he would not let you slide. Pity the politican who responded with half a sentence to his question and then spent minutes on a subject not even remotely connected to his original question. He would always let you pontificate and then he would whack you again with the same question if he was not satisfied with your answer.

Not even MSNBC's pinup boy, Senator Barack Obama, was safe from Tim's due diligence, as this clip shows. While campaigning, Obama has been saying over and over that he was against the war in Iraq from the beginning, but Tim caught him.

I will miss you, Mr. Russert. You were the epitome of what a journalist should be.

2008-05-19T00:15:00.003-04:00

McCain is Funny

Who'd of thunk it?

2008-05-08T23:53:00.013-04:00

The Five Sexiest Aliens in the Universe

Or...Why I'm a Big Nerd.

Click images to Enlarge!

5) Leeloo

Okay...she's a clone and not an alien. Shoot me. I'll be taking more liberties later. But one cannot deny that Leeloo, the "perfect human," makes orange hair look hot.

4) Six of One

Tripping the Rift was one of the best adult cartoons ever! Sure...you wanna get technical? She was a cyborg, not an alien. Once again....shoot me. It's my blog. Created for sex but reprogrammed with attitude, she earns number 4.

3) T'Pol

Admittedly, Vulcans can be boring. Logic and reason rule their lives. That is until they enter into pon farr, which traslated into English, makes them horny to the brink of insanity.

Been there - done that.

2) Aayla Secura

Nothing says hot like a Jedi Knight with blue skin, brain tentacles and a light saber. Peace, harmony and balance are her way of life...until you piss her off. Then you're missing a limb.

1) Seven of Nine.

Realizing that Socialism is a crock of shit, Seven of Nine, a cyborg (I know...noy an alien - piss off) struggles to discover her humanity. I think she found it.

2008-04-25T10:06:00.005-04:00

Obama Has Ties to Hamas?

If you would have asked me last month who had a better chance of beating John McCain in November, I would have told you Barack Obama. But with every little tidbit that come out in places on the internet Democrats fear to tread because they are scared of having their dreams and HOPE shattered, my original opinion has changed.

McCain will destroy Obama in the general election.

Here's a story over at Little Green Footballs...

As we noted a few days ago, Hatem El-Hady, former chairman of the Toledo-based Islamic charity Kindhearts (closed by the US government in 2006 for terrorist fundraising), has now devoted himself to raising money for the Barack Obama campaign. He has a web page at the official Obama campaign site. On Wednesday then we posted about El-Hady, there were three “friends” listed on his page, and one of them was none other than Barack Obama’s wife, Michelle Obama. Here’s the screenshot we took:

But this morning, there are suddenly only two friends listed on that page. Guess whose name disappeared?

There’s a lot of talk about William Ayers and his connections to Obama, but please note that in El-Hady we have someone who is apparently connected with Hamas—not decades ago, but as recently as 2006. Here’s our post at the time, including a press release from the Justice Department detailing the Hamas connections of El-Hady’s organization, Kindhearts for Charitable Human Development: ’Kind Hearts for Charitable Human Development’ = Hamas.

And now the Obama campaign has silently removed Michelle Obama’s name from El-Hady’s page, thinking no one would notice—and probably hoping against hope that the story won’t get picked up by the media.

Crazy.