Urgh. Exhausted.

Posted over at anti-soma last night, then went to bed and passed out.  Forgot to schedule it to pop up here. 

Rant away if you feel like it.

the special snowflake self-esteem movement. Oh, and government efficiency.

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Earning the title. Again.

A good friend of mine says that black people aren't born niggers--they have to earn the title.  And the Obamas have done it again.  How?  Here's the First Wookie's contribution.  As for her 6'1" hot-air powered limp-dicked dildo...well..."The Obama administration’s proposed defense budget calls for military families and retirees to pay sharply more for their healthcare, while leaving unionized civilian defense workers’ benefits untouched."

Umm...come again?  I seem to have misunderstood.  Or at least I hope I did.   Did that sonofafuckingbitch just fucking CUT the fucking medical insurance for our soldiers, vets, and families?  While fucking leaving the fucking union benefits the fuck alone? 


Actually, that really is pretty much it.  And that means--yep, you guessed it--The Obamoron can fuck right the fucking fuck off.  Bent over a rough cut rail fence with splinters the size of Chihuahuas prodding what bits he may still have, after having had two children with that toothed maw of a thundercunt he married.  With a chainsaw-powered, six inch thick (with an eight inch thick knob on the end), eighteen inch long, jagged glass dildo dipped in rancid habanero nacho cheez sauce for lube. 


May that cock-sucking, camel-munching, jug-eared Muslim ass-muppet twatwaffle pretending to be President wake up to find his fucking fat-assed fucking foodie fucking hypocrite of a fucking used fucking wanking tissue of a she-beast has gotten hungry in the night and eaten what she'd fucking left him of his fucking manhood as a light snack.  May he find that every cup of civet-cat coffee he ever drinks still has the fucking turds floating in it (not that he'd notice, being that he is one himself).  May he find, after he leaves office and loses his Secret Service, that no one wants to kill him because he's just that contemptible.


I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.


Chime in.  Tell the world what you'd like to tell to fuck off.  With cheese. 

Uggh...

Vague maladies with no symptoms other than whole body aches, headaches, and low fever can FTFO.

I don't feel up to posting much more than this, so the floor is yours.  What's getting on your tits today?

Nanny-state, cradle-to-grave, pseudo-parental government

Government that thinks they know better than we do what's best for us, in everything from what we're allowed to eat, to what our children learn, to what we feed our children, to how we discipline our children, to whether or not we have to have a Cadillac health care plan, when we'd rather have a bare-bones Honda Civic plan and pay for the method of contraception of our choice (or not) and choose what's covered (or not), to what treatment we're allowed to have, can fuck off so hard that every other government in the fucking world can feel it.  I am so sick of the puritanical "we think that's bad for you, so we're going to legislate against it (or otherwise socially engineer against it)" attitude that I could spit.  Especially when "bad" is morally bad, when the fuckers don't have any fucking morals to begin with.


And I hope my glob of spit drowns some endangered bug, just to piss off some enviroweenie PETArd.  Because the EPA thinking they can get off telling American citizens what they can and can't do with their own private property--without even the courtesy of purchasing said property from the individual--can also fuck off.

I'm a little sick of the government, right now.  Especially after learning a bit more about Santorum earlier in the evening.  I am most definitely writing in Herman Cain in the general election.  Fuck this distinction without a difference that the lamebrain mainstream media has foisted upon us

A list.

I have several, this week:

• Migraines.
• Grading
• Migraines when I have grading to do.
• Special snowflakes that squawk about how they don't understand an assignment, so they didn't do it.  
• Special snowflakes that don't read the textbook before squawking about not understanding an assignment, so they didn't do it. 
• Special snowflakes that wonder why they got a zero on that assignment that they didn't read the chapter over, didn't understand, and didn't do (see a theme here, people?  There's more than one of them.  There's more than two.  I've got seven out of forty-six enrolled.)
  
• The idiot judge that set Jerry Sandusky's bail at anything less than half a billion dollars.  
• Teachers, babysitters, and daycare workers that molest their charges.  If anyone wonders why I don't put my kids in daycare, or leave them with a babysitter...explain to me exactly how you can.
• The current totalitarian regime in Washington, D.C., and their discriminatory actions against the majority of U.S. citizens in their trampling of the first, second, fourth, and fifth amendments.

I think that's it for me.  Go ahead and have at it.  What's bugging you?

Cross-posted at the anti-soma.

For a sick friend...

Overly-pessimistic medical staff can FTFO.  When my imp was born, eight weeks early, doctors told me I wouldn't be able to take him home until his due date.  The nurses told me more honestly that he'd have to meet certain standards of growth, and there'd be advances and setbacks, but that it was entirely possible he'd be able to come home sooner than the beginning of December.

Stephen, of Standing Outside Looking In, has been in the hospital for a while, now--untreated puncture wound getting infected, then getting gangrene (treatable, but painful), so he can use prayers from anyone who prays, and good, healing thoughts from the rest of us--and has a way to go.  A doctor recently told him he's got three months before he'll be totally better.

That can FTFO.  Yes, it's going to be a long and painful road, but that long?  I doubt it, not with all of the loving family he's got, and all of the friends he's got both in real life and online, praying for him.

I understand that the docs are trying not to get our hopes up, but I think that's as damaging to recovery as expecting too much of ourselves while we're sick.  I think doctors need to remember that most of us don't have the same kind of expertise that lets them tell when another doctor is feeding them a line of bull while they're sick, and give us a more realistic timetable, as well as the worst case scenario.

I wonder if it's also partially motivated by a fear of lawsuits?

The other FO I had for his sake will be resolved tonight: they hadn't let his beautiful and angelic five year old granddaughter do more than poke her head in for a couple of minutes.  Tonight they get a good visit that includes a good, long hug.

Posted over at the anti-soma, like usual.