And Now a Word from SarahW
Dan Collins is generous man, a substantial man, and I plan to repay him for all that lovely saucy workhorse blogging I've been steeping in for years, blogging that makes me want to grab hams to baste in themaple sugar glaze of his soul, with mostly blind hyper links, unspun! I think I know what he'll like.
He likes English Teachers.
This one demonstrates what English sounds like to Foreigners:
He likes blind links from Boing Boing
Bollywood Dance class finally pays off! We are re-enacting this at
Christmas CPAC.
...and he likes Forbidden things
Just keep scrolling...
Oh. Gingermen are burning. Pictures later.
[Comment from Dan: I love that Italian TV song so much that I may replace the soundtrack from Jabba the Hutt's pirate ship that I usually blog to.]
Remember JAR… you are dust and to dust you shall return.
I can tell you what happens to a person's body when that person has died at the hands of the negligence of James Arthur Ray...
On October 8th, 2009, James Scott Shore died - one of three to die due to James Arthur Ray and team's negligence in Sedona, AZ - during Ray's so-called "Spiritual Warrior" retreat.
As I have chronicled to some extent here, James Shore's death turned Alyssa into a widow - and their three lovely children fatherless.
What I have not mentioned here is that my friend's - my brother's - body has been on ice ever since. That is, his corpse has not yet been put to rest. No. While James Arthur Ray's body continues to eat, shit, piss and sleep - James Shore's body has been in state. That is, his body has been - for the past 2.5 months - sitting in a cooler at the funeral home.
Of all of the things that have upset me regarding the death of James Shore at the hands of James Arthur Ray, the fact that his remains have been melting away in some locker for all of this time makes me perhaps more sick to my stomach than the fact that James cooked to death in the first place while Ray chastised a lone voice calling for him to put an end to the pressure cooker.
It is disgusting to think that my friend's body - the Temple of the Holy Spirit Himself - has been so abused. I understand why the authorities and the family chose to keep James' body intact. Out of necessity. In order that no evidence be destroyed. In order that when James Arthur Ray and his sycophants are called to account, Alyssa and James Shore's mother know that they in no way jeopardized the case against the man who killed their beloved James. But still, for the record it must be said that 2.5 months in state is enough to make one's skin crawl. And in my case, it is enough to boil my blood. My beautiful friend rotting slowly. As dignified as the funeral home has tried to make this awful necessity... this is a very undignified manner in which to have one's body treated.
For many this may seem a horrible thing for me to speak to. But my brother James would want me to scream it from the mountain tops... and he would not want me to pull punches, either. He would insist that I speak to the uncomfortable truth that insult has been heaped upon injury. And this awful state of affairs... both his unnecessary death and subsequent abuse of his body are both brought to us by James Arthur Ray.
If Ray were interested in justice, he would not have signaled that he intends to fight vigorously to defend himself - with all of his and James Ray International's treasure. As indefensible as his actions and then inaction are. As indefensible as leaving a widow and 3 orphans in no-man's land - with no money or means to sustain themselves without their beloved is. If he were interested in justice, my brother would have long since been committed to hallowed ground. This is to say that James Arthur Ray's sins against this innocent family and against God have since been compounded by his subsequent decisions. All of this, Cosmically, belongs to James Arthur Ray.
Today, James' body will FINALLY be cremated. The Temple of the Holy Spirit while he was alive will FINALLY be able to rest. To return to ash and dust.
Today happens to be the Winter Solstice. The darkest days are said to be behind us. And we once again witness the growth of light. The darkness is beaten back. In my Catholic faith, we normally wait to be reborn on Easter. But this year, I am going to hit reset at midnight tonight.
But before I forgive in my heart the scumbag charlatan snake-oil salesman that is James Arthur Ray... I here and now throw all suffering in the hearts of those who love and miss James Shore... all sadness... all insult... all hurt and pain away from us ---- BACK TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER: JAMES ARTHUR RAY. A pox on his house and all who defend him - until he REPENTS! REPENTS! REPENTS! and returns to the Lord God. May your days be enough to banish your pride and your nights full of terror until you embrace the Light.
Airline Woes Mean Little Or No Posting
Brendan flew into Philly from Milwaukee. Philly has always been for me the Airport of Doom, not least because it usually means that I'm flying US Air. He got there, and yeah, I know about the weather event, but the US Air kabuki began almost immediately.
That is to say, after a series of delays, his flight to Burlington was cancelled. He then switched to a flight to Albany, which is 2 1/2 hours away from here, rather than the usual 35 minutes to the airport in Burlington. The flight was then pushed back 3 times--they need to keep pretending that they're going to go, so that people don't start demanding accommodations of various kinds--Mary had to set out and ended up having to return after getting there. Finally, as is the usual procedure, having been through this many times before with US Airlines in Philly, they announced, after everyone had boarded, that the flight was cancelled because the crew would exceed their maximum permitted shift hours. They said that people who'd missed the flight would likely get home on Tuesday.
Brendan met up with a guy who'd already been stranded there for a couple of days. They decided to rent a car, and he's driving Brendan to Albany before continuing on to Massachusetts. So, I've got to drive down there and get him.
I hate liars.
Having said that, I hope you'll put aside all the political sturm und drang enough to enjoy yourselves, after you've done all you can to register your indignation over this POS bill. Democrats, insisting that it be pounded through and damn the will of the American people, before Christmas, before it has been revealed in its details, before it has been read by those who are supposed to vote on it, have now accused Republicans of attempting to ruin the Christmas of staff.
"Fuck you" hardly does justice to my sentiments.
UPDATE: In somewhat more measured language, Byron York explains why this is an absurd lie.
Not a Huge Fan of Huckabee
But there's nothing he says in this impassioned speech in Nebraska that I don't agree with.
Merry Christmas from Carol of No Sheeples
And thanks very much. You know how to keep Christmas well, Carol.
That creature at the top of our banner is some form of leviathan. Mainly, it's spouting off.
And a special Christmas thanks also goes out to Serr8d, who conjures up a lot of wonderful illustrations for this blog. Sorry to pull the rug out on his link.
And best wishes for a blessed Christmas to Donald Douglas and family. Donald sends along photos of the tallest Christmas tree.
But for the Grace of God Goes Madison McGraw
This is regarding the tragic case of the drowning death we were praying for last week.Â
Madison McGraw is a former paramedic turned fledgling novelist who lives in a giant house made of glass, bitterness and judgement. And pouring salt in the wounds of a grieving mother has made her more popular than ever! So funny how things work out like that. (more)
Tension and Torque
In the present day I am reminded of the Declaration of Independence. In short, when it became clear to those in the New World that their overlords were an entire sea away - a grand divide existing between those in charge and those pursuing their happiness on the ground - the realization occurred that the parasites who would tax them and rule them were completely out-of-touch with the host. The realization occurred that bloodlines and origin were just so much romanticism - and, in fact, nothing but chains. That the overlords of the day knew nothing about the minds of the New World peoples they sought to control to their exclusive benefit. The sons and daughters of England realized they were no longer being served by their fatherland... but whored instead. Treated as bastards, yet expected to comply blindly with the wishes of father.
Something of the same - possibly worse - is the state of affairs between the ruling class of today and the little people they bleed to their sole benefit.
I have said it before. I will say it again: I have as much affinity with Barney Frank, Chucky Schumer, Pelosi, Reid, and the One! as I do with a Sri Lankan. And on the Right, it is much the same. We are no longer being governed by us. We are being governed by the Others. DC may as well be across the Atlantic - so out-of-touch are they. And their contempt for "we the people" is stunning.
Do they not see what they will reap? The enemy is of the same passport. And this makes the enemy traitorous. This is why it is worse - the crime being committed against we the people - than that of a King who has never set foot on our soil.
Tasty Sentiment Indeed. h/t EddieBear
The Health Care Fiasco: Worse Than “The Phantom Menace” [UPDATED]
It's true that Bernie Sanders and Mary Landrieu (see Louisiana Purchase) got bought off in order to vote for this unprecedented historic abortion of a bill that hasn't even been written yet, but nothing compares with what Ben Nelson gets: 100% federal funding of Medicaid in Nebraska in perpetuity.
Nothing in American history resembles this legislation for sheer jerry-building so much as the Nebraska-Kansas Act of 1854. The Republic has gone rickety.
It's hard for me to be sanguine, under the circumstances. It will be fascinating watching elderly Floridians pack up and head to Nebraska, I suppose, so there's that. Unfortunately, we are obligated to continue to resist this enormous fuck you of a "Christmas present" in whatever fashion we can. Nothing says Feliz Navidad like federally funded abortion, dontcha know. Here's a place to start.
What comes next is very discomforting to think about. But we have now crossed that line from what our country was into something else, and that something else has nothing whatsoever with the country being a Republic. There will be a reckoning for this, and it will not be pleasant — not for anyone.
However ill this makes you, I'm afraid that I anticipate the actual shape and effects of the legislation, when it assumes final form, will be worse than any of us could possibly have imagined. Likely even worse than The Phantom Menace.
UPDATE: Others are making the same comparison (to Nebraska-Kansas, not The Phantom Menace). And if I thought anyone over at AoSHQ ever read this blog, I'd consider maybe the rough beastiality had something to do with this, but that's just the anxiety of effluence, I'm sure.
CBO Scores $130 Billion in ObamaCare Savings Over Decade
Even if you buy this, given the absurd manipulations of bookkeeping that are required to reach that figure, it doesn't matter. Obama's announced that we're going to donate $33 billion per year for the next ten to 3rd world countries in climate reparations, for a net profit of -$200 billion.
But what the heck. Why worry about hundreds of billions, anymore?





