I have studiously avoided as much as possible viewing the pictures of the slaughtered children from Sandy Hook.
It makes my heart explode, and I really am not right for hours thereafter.
Sometimes I get caught unawares, like I just did by Chris Hayes sitting in for Lawrence O'Donnell, in the prelude to discussing yesterday's primary in Chicago.
"Can't anybody here play this game?", to quote Casey Stengel in a different context. Security services worldwide and retail stores with cash register shortages all use polygraph examination as a quick sorter of sheep from goats. Someone, quick, tell Hamid Karzai. (we promise never to put HIM on "the box"...)
Some among you of an esoteric (and perhaps senescent) character may remember the story of that jewel of kundalini yoga, Bhagwan Rajneesh.
(My friend "Nada", one of the many girls who revolutionized the sex industry upon the dissolution of Rajneeshpuram, used to say in her exotic South African accent, "Bhagwan was like heroin"-and she should know...but I digress.)
I'm pretty sure the last time someone pulled this shit, it was south of the Mason-Dixon, and involved a fraternity party "homeless people theme" (Stay classy, my DEKE brothers...). I will crawl over broken glass to replace this piece of shit, but I don't think it'll work.
Can there be two more rivetting words to begin a story than "topless femen"? I think not, but I am a sucker for slavic women. Anyway, once you get past the "hook", spend a moment or two in wonderment and awe that Silvio still breaths the air of political survival!
This is a Fox Business Channel segment of surpassing entertainment value--watch it soon, cause it's bound to be taken down shortly.
Under the rubric "Is government being too hard on the banks?", "correspondent" Melissa Francis mounted a push-back against Elizabeth Warren's widely praised roasting of a panel of do-nothing regulators for their abysmal failure to punish even the most egregious bank criminality.
My fifth wife rolled (and totaled) two TR-8s, and her father bought her a third. I told him I thought this might be evidence of overindulgence. My point: women like fast driving.
It was bad enough a month or so ago when a conflict roiled Afghan-US relations over the release by our clients of thousands of detainees who had been cleared of any wrongdoing by the local judiciary.
My father was irritated because a Federal Judge had ordered him to produce before him his client, an Italian American businessman then vacationing out of the continental limits (and, coincidentally, the extraditional reach) of the United States.
This moved my father to share with the judge his opinion that his obligation of vigorous representation of his client was incompatible with hauling him into court, and if the judge wanted him here, the judge could undertake to bring him.
The recent publication by the White Plains Journal-News of a map highlighting the locations in Westchester and Rockland Counties of holders of handgun permits raised howls of protest.
Issues of privacy were raised, though the information is part of the public record by law, and thus available to anyone with the time and inclination to visit the county seat.
Who can forget the howls of rage that rose from the barnyard circus that nominated Mitt Romney to carry the Repugnant standard into battle?
Most self-congratulatory were the distorted versions of Obama's rather clumsy reworking of Liz Warren's "God Bless!", a caution directed to the smug successful who saw no contribution from the commons.
Notwithstanding public pronouncements to the contrary by Joe "too far over his skiis" Biden, and Harry "Mitt Romney pays no taxes" Reid, we learn today that Barry "shiv-in-your-back" Obama is feeling the pain of House Repugnants with such poignancy that he finds it neccessary to bargain away a big chunk of Granny's outyear meal budgets; throwing Boehner a bone as it were, by snatching it from Granny's teeth.
I offer for debate: The only legitimate purpose of a firearm is to equalize the odds while you await the police. It will have a mandatory trigger lock, and someday a palm print activated safety.
Therefor, if you feel the need (or have the greed) to wipe out unarmed mammals, use a Bow.
All firearms to be licensed. You may possess a revolver.( plus a speed loader if you need it, and only one.)
We will amend the constitution.
Yes, we are coming for your guns, and we shall have them.
It is perhaps easy to overlook that the final death in Newtown was that of the shooter.
Don't get me wrong--I would have cheerfully supported snuffing this piece of shit preemptively were it possible, even though I passionately oppose the death penalty after a crime has occurred.
That said, inasmuch as the staggering majority of mass killings are "murder-suicides" it seems to me that a relatively accessible "mental health" amelioration of our plight would be more adequate funding and personning of suicide prevention hot lines.
We hear tough talk from Prez (not for the first time...) vowing that any attempts by John Boehner to leverage a fiscal bargaining position by demanding concessions as a quid pro quo for raising the debt limit are non starters.
Let's get one thing off the table to.start with: As a sex-positive, semi-retired stripper I endorse the Broadwell-Petraeus liaison on principle. More sex is better than less sex.
That said, it is beyond delightful to see how the advocates, indeed, the very practitioners, of diminishing the hurdles to surveillance now dangle at the business end of their petards.
With fear and trembling we turn towards the second term agenda.
Let's pretend that Obama has learned a thing or two besides how better to fake feisty.
These are a few of the several crucial pivots off the recent election that will give some hope for a new House majority in 2014, failing which we will continue deadlocked and stymied.
Prez, your mission should you choose to accept it: Lock in the components of your coalition, bring them directly to bear upon specific House repugnants rendered vulnerable by votes forced upon them over the next two years.
"Where am I going?". This was my cousin Tracy's charmingly naive response to my question :"What do you pack?" (.a Glock as it turned out). I had just learned that her recent accountancy degree had brought a job with the IRS, specifically the C(riminal) I(nvestigation) D(ivision).
When the subject of our impending Afghan exit is discussed, it is common to lament the wretched condition to which the women of that country will be abandoned. On the Pakistani side of the Durand line, the same or worse oppression obtains.
Some coming weekend morning, as the busses deploy from Atlantic Center at the unforgiving hour of 8:30, I will drop an extra 20 mg. of Adderall to steel myself against the unfamiliar glare of the morning sun, and set off to go door-to-door for that worthless punk, Obama.
