Vain Darlings

Who are these media stars?

Glenn Beck, a bona-fide lunatic whose talking points no one in the universe is prepared to understand, and Rush Limbaugh, a homosexual pedophile so depraved he has to take dick stiffeners to sodomize little boys. They draw high approval ratings from comatose subhuman sheep, any of whom thinks he or she invented masturbation, and the thought process shut down soon after.

Limbaugh's fans are called "ditto" heads, because "fuck" and "shit" are much too descriptive for the FCC. The minimum age for an FCC watchdog must be "on life support". It's supposed to be information, not a day in church.

Walking the road at Pearson Mill SRA last week, I fetched a Coke can and a beer bottle up out of the snow-filled roadside ditch. What lowly-ranked lifeform in the category "dregs of society" would throw trash out the car window in an SRA? Given, the two suet brains mentioned previously. But after that?

I always called these "people" pigs, but my lovely friend Anne taught me to appreciate this is an unfair aspersion on swine universal.

The beer bottle was a micro-, formerly exclusive, by price.

The repeated reapplication/raising of the "sin tax", which crushes lower-income addicts of legal substances, tobacco and alcohol, destroy families daily, hourly.

Some of the brightest, strongest people I know can't quit smoking, and alcohol is a come-along on your brain, and you can wear your fingers to stubs trying to get some slack.

All the very best to those that make it.

Addiction is an inherited trait, and you get some, or a lot.

"Sin"? Where does this crap come from? How justify taxing an addict for a predetermined affliction, even as most are middle-to-low income, if any, trying to set aside enough money to support the family

Sinners? An addict can't be a sinner. A multimillionaire who buys dick pills so he can pay to sodomize little boys is a sinner.

Just my opinion.

Okay, that's not true. People should know about this crap. Except when they do they ignore it.

Ever wonder how jack-shit claims become popular? Supporters ignore the obvious.

I have a wonderful and beautiful sister who Limbaugh would call a Fema-Nazi. I refuse to label this "horseshit", which is totally organic and mostly odor-free.

She has an understandably myopic habit of adopting trite catch-phrases in regards important issues, such as "If breast cancer caused penises to fall off, a cancer cure would have been found decades ago."

According to the American Cancer Society's self-reporting, they took in $1.09 billion in FY 2008, and spent $1.04 billion.

Little room to ignore one cancer target zone for another.

Here are two cancer "facts", endorsed by me, only: the trigger for the onset of cancer should and will be found in our so-called "junk" DNA, where a string of undecoded sequence provokes rapid regeneration of malformed cells. Secondly, despite all the hype and all the criticism from people for whom zygotes are sentient beings, stem cells, with the capacity to generate countless cells for any tissue or organ, hold the quickest, surest cure.

People are constantly reminded here to slow down and observe, but the preacher doesn't always practice... As I passed a bird on a wire this morning I was sure was an American Kestrel, I knew I was wrong. A small hawk, not a falcon, surely a male sharp-shin.

Sharp shinneds are incredible little raptors, fearsome at an ounce to a pound of prey, and always a wonder to observe, except for a sixty-year-old man with his head so far up his own ass the real wonder is he saw the beautiful little bird at all.

This afternoon I saw another "old friend" red tail at the Converse Cemetery. On a bleak rainy day like today, the underside of a red tail passing overhead gleams, whiter than falling snow. Like Lennie in "Of Mice and Men" you want to hold and pet and stroke "your" hawks, but they aren't into all that.

Raptors are true Lords and Ladies, Rulers of the Air, and may accept you as a caretaker and provider in a captured state, but affection is out of bounds. You are not worthy. You are but an earth-bound lackey, privileged to attend the wants of Royalty.

And that is a privilege few of us get to appreciate.