Its Friday…Its Raining…Do You Know Where Your Goat Is?

My titles nearly never tell of the topics or contents of my rants, articles, musings, etc…its just more fun that way.

FINAL STIMULUS BILL BALLOONS TO 1,071 PAGES...
Dem Senator Predicts: None of His Colleagues 'Will Have Chance' to Read It...
Congressman: 'We all cast our votes with one hand and crossed our fingers with the other'...

These are the three leading headlines on drudge today. This stimulus bill is the death knell of freedom and capitalism in America. The politicians are freely admitting their intentions to hoodwink the citizens they represent via misinformation or simple lack of information available. They freely admit that most of the elected representation in Washington won’t even fully be aware of or understand the contents of the Democrats’ Magical Mystery Bail-Out Bill. I don’t have it in me to continue on singing the funeral dirge of the Red, White & Blue so I’ll just move on to something more befitting a Friday.

Carnival season is upon us once again…welcomed with the cool, dank embrace of mother nature via the typical, New Orleans-style weather. Oft times I’ve thought of Southern Louisiana as a boozed up cesspool, rife with criminals, entitlementalities, addicts and liberals (the last of which may be redundant…just being thorough) the weather always seeming to reflect the general demeanor of the populous. Maybe. I suppose we could very well be the city of the damned, but we throw a wicked-fun party every year (actually more like every few months) despite the haze under which we typically exist. I realize its financially motivated on the whole…tourism+cash money=economic stimulation (notice that nowhere in that equation, despite the use of my favorite Orleanian term “cash money”, did the words more taxes, or government intervention appear). Mardi Gras both highlights the decadent excess and the down home values and tradition in some kind of tack welded Frankenstein’s monster paradox that pretty well sums up our way of life in and around the Crescent City. I never fall short of amazed at how we somehow pull off Carnival every year without major incident. To be fair, there is a bit of crime and occasionally a brutal crime occurs, but its mild compared to what would be expected at such a massive, alcohol-fueled happening. Interesting place to live in more than interesting times.

I feel like I’m banging on a very somber gong, like T-Rex off his anti-depressants. So, in response to my own broodish scribblings I present you with…

PICTURES…of…INTEREST!

This is why I don’t jog anymore

“I’m the king of the frog people, damnit!” Frickin Germans have too much time on their hands.

She got these badass new sunglasses that turn Asians into Cyndi Lauper – apparently there is a market for that.

I’m Seven (count them) Seven Cell Phones Imortant

Asian scooter enthusiast stalked by Rogue Orange Tree with Al Qaeda ties

When you’ve seen a Black Bear racing a Donkey this just isn’t that impressive

Happy Mardi Gras, go out and party and spend some money while you still can, they just wrang up about $800 Billion in debt in Washington a few hours ago and we’ll likely never know where they end up spending it.
As it stands, most of the Congressmen haven’t even had a chance to read the entire proposal…I hand in a half-ass job like that and I get fired. Maybe its about time we start firing some of the inept career politicians. Not yet? don’t worry, once they’ve spent all the money of the working class they’ll come after everyone else as well…then you’ll selectively forget that you ignored all the warning signs and chose to sell freedom and capitalism down the river for a few handouts and the promise of a cleaner, more environmentally conscientious America, free from the faux-threat of man-made global warming. I realize I drifted back to the dark side there for a minute – I must be in one of my “Black Moods!” (from Fierce Creatures) – but these ultra-liberal criminals, and that is what they are, won’t come to their senses until a great big Polar Bear walks right up behind them and bites them on the ass! And then I’ll still have to convince them that it wasn’t George Bush, it was, in fact, a Polar Bear. Man I’m grouchy right now…got to be the stumpulous bill getting passed.

I’m Outty 5000,
TAXI