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My mate had a correction on the Balloon Juice's John Cole's 'tire rims and anthrax for dinner' quote.

http://www.balloon-juice.com/?p=16770

"Dammit! bird flu sandwiches for lunch AGAIN?!"

It's not that your wife is INSANE [Republicans], more precisely, she just hates you [Democrats]. Hates everything about you. Hates how you think, all your ideas, the sound of your voice, your dog...

Her family hates you. You're bankrupt because she's spent you into the ground, but says it's all your fault because you didn't stop her...and she's RIGHT. You've confiscated all the checkbooks and credit cards, but you're effed, and she knows it...AND SHE LOVES IT. It's like Borderline Personality Disorder, narcissism and co-dependency on a greased pole. She won't co-operate, won't go to marriage or credit counseling, and neither of you can afford to move out.

And say we're [Constituents] your kids...

[Before any of you think this is borne of personal experience, be advised he & I are getting along JUST FINE!]

Time was, your parenting skills were called into question if your teen-aged daughter came home pregnant. The vaunted 'family values' people look down their spotty noses at the non-abstinent. Let's consider this over-compensation for their own lack of sexual self control or perhaps rage at their own stark unfuckability. Whatever the root cause, those same 'values' whores are currently as silent as the grave about Bristol Palin being 'ooooooohhhh "IN TROUBLE". So, she and the 'fuckin' redneck' are givin' that baby a name and Jamie Lynn Spears sent a tacky gift. Yay! Crisis of faith averted. Move along.

TRUTH: If Palin were a man, this would be a sign of his wife not asserting her proper mothering skills on a wayward daughter. By extension, it's a reflection on the candidate for his inability to run a tight ship.

Palin says Bristol's pregnancy has no bearing on her candidacy. That's bullshit. She's that child's mother, and she wan't looking out for her.

Give the child birth control if you can't stop her. You chose between your 'faith' and your child---and your child LOST. And you flew back to Alaska when you were in labor with poor Trig.

[I knew a girl like Bristol. She married her redneck, too. Six months later he ran his Camaro into the ass end of a parked semi-truck. He didn't have a good head on, or off, his shoulders.]

She has consistently displayed poor judgment, and is possibly the worst mother since Joan Crawford. I see her facing down Congress with the same "Don't fuck with me fellas!!" speech.

This isn't derangement. It's fact.

The following was featured in Raw Story and was reposted by Brad with the caption 'Pets or Meat ?', a hat tip to an early short film by Michael Moore:

http://www.bradblog.com/?p=5975

I'll be brief. Methinks George had this SUPER COOL IDEA that if the Army cremates fallen soldiers in a pet crematorium, they'll rise from the dead and either re-enlist, or their dead asses will be stop-lossed.

Or it's just another sickening display of a lack of respect for our men and women in uniform.

Which of these?

Talking Points make me sick. Talking Points are for the weak minded. Talking Points are the sweat-soaked, dog-eared index cards you refer to ad nauseum because your too much of a dope to think on your feet. Talking Points don't fuel discourse, they are spitballs for an argument. Sam asked for McCain supporters to call with reasons, what he got was Talking Points.

I give you OUR friggin' Talking Points [and salient rationale]:

1. McCain is old and not wrapped too tight.

[i.e. presenting itself as the onset of full-blown dementia. That crap Brit Hume spews about a 'senior moment' is trying to Reaganize this turd McCain. That ever so cute 'bomb-bomb-bomb-Iran' ditty was too evocative of Reagan's 'we begin bombing in 5 minutes' guffaw. Note to Hume: What you have cannot be cured with black coffee, a bran muffin, and a copy of UsWeekly. You are boned.]

2. McCain offers nothing but more Bushite war and policy.

[This pretty much speaks for itself. Even Republicans know this administration's policies blow dead dogs for lunch at the SPCA, and takes their wives back there for dinner.]

and

3. McCain will institute A DRAFT, KIDDIES!

[He already said as much. He dismissively told a 15 year old kid who asked him a question he didn't wanna answer at one of his rallies to "Sit down!!". In 3 years that kid will be biting the green weenie if McCain has his way. He has a right to question his prospective Commander-In-Chief, doesn't he?? When these ass-clowns talk about 'Intestinal Fortitude' it's CODE for having the GUTS to SEND OTHER PEOPLE'S kids to WAR to DIE!]

Hammer these points home, friends.

While Talking Points may be fodder for morons, sometimes you have to provide processed food to idiots living in a whole food world.

While there's been a number of work-in-progress titles floated out there by Seder to put a name to this monster he and Maron have on the slab, I'd like to make a case for the boys to stick with 'Unshaven'. There have been some snort-inducing names that were tossed out there in the brainstorm; 'Jews and Technology' surfaced largely out of frustration on a memorable clear Fall day in Bryant Park. The lions in front of the NY Public Library are still snickering about that one. I was expecting Foley to say to Maron, "Let me have a look at yer notebook, get this goddamn show on the road..."

'Unshaven' is as perfect a title for what you're seeing. You have two exhausted guys, one by fatherhood, the other by, I'll say, life, meeting on line to discuss the events of the day in a balls-out, unexpurgated fashion, they come as they are, and they bring it raw. Seder has said his [most excellent] appearances on MSNBC's "Countdown" will be fewer since he became Hudsonified and stubbly. I say any program that demands you show up clean shaven is not interested in content over style. I love how Maron plunks himself in his backyard in the morning, as is, with a water glass of black 'Chock Full o' Nuts', a cigar, and the occasional breakfast item. Often he'll be joined by special guests Monkey and LaFonda, or whoever is under his chair at the time. His feral buds are low on input but high on cute.

'Unshaven' is also the content; the kind of rage-fueled discourse complete with the language that it warrants, unshaven of the invective that is the earmark of these guy's passion for progressive discourse in an increasingly loud and stupid world.

And while every political and self-promoting tome out there has a subtitle, might I propose the following: 'Unshaven--Life, Liberty and Hirsute Hotheadedness'

Whatever face it takes, dag it, I'll be there!!