Monthly Archives: September 2008

Galveston, oh Galveston…

Howdy, Galveston. I’d like you to meet “Ike”.


Mr. Chertoff and the folks at FEMA say save yourself and leave town.


 Undoubtedly you weren’t around but you must know the worst natural disaster in US history was a hurricane hitting Galveston on September 8th, 1900, killing 6000 people.


 So you have a choice. Take part in the smooth and safe evacuation, helping others like this paramedic preparing to transport an infant to safety…


…or I suppose you could just hang out, get on the swimsuits and start partying like this gang decided… 


 …or you can hem & haw and then when you finally decide to get out, swim after your car like this guy…


…or take one last stroll down the beach, disregarding the pending doom of a 20 foot storm surge.


As for me, I’ll take comfort in Mother Nature’s process of natural selection that will weed out the foolish from those with common sense who choose a safe, dry haven to protect themselves and their innocent charges. 



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Condi’s blind date


As Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice makes an historic visit to Libya today, it’s interesting to note how that country’s leader, once labeled “The Mad Dog of the Middle East” by Ronald Reagan, feels about her. 

Speaking to the Al Jazeera network last year, Mr. Qaddafi got downright gushy when asked about Ms. Rice. “I support my darling black African woman,” he said. “I admire and am very proud of the way she leans back and gives orders to the Arab leaders.”

He continued: “Yes, Leezza, Leezza, Leezza,” and said, “I love her very much.”

Now if I could just get a message to Condi to bring back that dinner jacket.

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The Wrath of God (insert quarter)


I ran across this video a minute ago and cannot believe the irony. Here’s Stuart Shepard, Director of Digital Media for Focus On the Family, standing in front of Mile High Stadium in Denver late last week.

He’s standing there to make a plea for his followers to pray for rain to spoil Barack Obama’s acceptence speech.

He’s praying to a “vending-machine” God. The God with the white beard and robe, sitting on his omnipotent throne, listening to the pleas of his minions, then mercifully dispensing prizes to those he agrees with. The God that liked the Giants over the Patriots in the Superbowl, and the US over Spain at the Olympics.

If that’s the case, then what about Stuart’s logic? How does he explain God’s “answer”?

That answer to Stuart’s flock who prayed to God to spoil the political convention of the political party that God doesn’t like?

What happened? “Hurricane Gustav” happened.

Using Stuart’s logic, God just told him what he thinks of the REPUBLICAN party. God not only said, “you think having it INDOORS is gonna stop ME from disrupting it?”, he also decided he may not want to just spoil one night, but maybe the whole week.

At least that’s what one would have to believe if one was following this reward & punish belief system.

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