Democratic frontrunner forgets that even small children have an attention span

because of this.

I wonder if you can buy this in Alabama? ***

...'cause apparently we need 'em for our Baptist ministers.

No fewer than three fellow bloggers sent me the story about the Alabama Baptist minister who died, alone and at home, with a condom-covered, well, appendage in his nether regions while wearing two wetsuits.

Poor bastard.

I replied to all of them that if this story had not broken yet I wouldn't run it. The guy is not an elected official, and I don't care if he used to work for Falwell he didn't at the time of this incident. If he had been an elected official, even if he did not make any stand on gay rights, then all bets are off and he gets it up the butt again more ways than one.

It also makes a difference that he was in the privacy of his own home and that now he's dead. If he was merely arrested and/or doing this in public or sumpin' that is also fair play.

We liberals are all about "live and let live" and "do what feels good" unless it involves hypocrisy from fundy types. But let's face it, this guy had a seriously funky fetish and he kept it to himself. Wetsuits are expensive and he needed two. And apparently he couldn't tell his wife or anyone else so he'd have a little safety buddy to watch for signs he was getting into trouble and to get him out afterwards.

Poor bastard.

On the other hand, did you hear about the other Baptist minister who was arrested after he...

publically urinated....
at an outdoor car wash...
while wearing a skirt...
in front of several children...
and apparently when the police arrived...
he offered the men in blue...
the oral sex.

The police spokesman said, in a moment of demure understatement and passive-tense reserve, that "alcohol was involved."

There was apparently a bottle of Oxy pills in his car as well. I wonder if his car radio was tuned to Rush? Now see, if I found out that Rush Limbaugh had even LOOKED at a rubberized diving suit while whoring it up in Cancun...see the difference? See?

Back for a minute to the arrested pee-pee skirt minister: that guy deserves to have his name, Tommy Tester, (oh now you know I couldn't make that one up) and picture pasted all over the internet tubes. It's all a matter of journalistic standard practices, people.

***I mus' say I'm surprised what you can get at Cafepress.

Vlog on well-meaning conservatives

I also want to take this opportunity to say happy birthday to my stepdaughter VEL, who is furthering the family's reputation as intellectual lightweights by getting her Ph.D. in Medieval Literature from Cambridge University, England. Have a birthday as lovely as you, dear.

Perspective.

 

This has been on my fridge for so long I can't remember what year it is. Speedbump is online but they don't have this one in the archive it's too old.

Salon Link and happy birthday Special K

I totally forgot today was Dennis Kucinich's birthday. Okay, I'm a baaad commie. Hope to see you at salon and if you are a blogger and have an October birthday let us know in comments and I'll do some kinda panties cake thing later this week.

Blue Gal's Salon October 8 hosted by blue.gal.

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Video blog is delayed one day...

Because I have kids at home, but Skype salon is on for tonight. We'll all be singing Drifty's version of Tradition so be sure to print it out like I did. (Kidding. Salon is typing only, not singing.)

I'll have the Skype Salon link up later in the day. 8 Central time we'll type chat for an hour or so. Please join us.

I made this graphic for Crooks today but another author had posted a story on Joey DiFatta, so I'll just have to save it for the next pro-family values GOP homo bathroom scandal. Oh well.

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To Darkblack. We like, and when we like, we blogroll.

The wives of the candidates - The Barbie Doll Edition

One thing I really hate about press coverage of the candidate's wives is the sense that they are so often treated in the media like Barbie dolls rather than actual women. Then I just decided to go with it.

Geri Thompson Barbie: Google image search brings up 177,000 Barbies matching the description of Jeri Thompson. I picked this one because I didn't have to re-size it.

Fred Thompson's first lady herself is quoted in a recent AP article: Mrs. Thompson said, "I almost think they had to fabricate that trophy-wife stuff because there's nothing interesting to say."

Wow, that's really interesting.

Elizabeth Kucinich Barbie: comes with a Bachelor's degree in Religious Studies and Theology and a Master's degree in International Conflict Analysis from the University of Kent, along with a vegan Whole Foods shopping bag.

Mrs. Kucinich's tongue stud (sheeeeeeeit the f-ing revenge of the nerd just. never. stops!) is not included.





Judith Giuliani Barbie: as shown.

Saturday Songs (for us girls and those who love us)

Meryn Cadell. Her classic 1992 album, Angel Food for Thought, went up recently at iTunes. Laa.



And this morning found this one under my pillow. ha. They kinda go together. The late Kirsty MacColl:

Technical Questions from other bloggers. Can you help?

Email inquirer number one asks:

Curious technical question. Technocrati has been showing us on the ping page as not having been updated in 24 days, yet it will pull up the current pieces. I thought this might be happening to all Blogger 2.0 accounts. Any insight?

My response:

IMHO Technorati is fucked up. Constantly. My pings are never accurate, etc. Links will appear days after I've seen the traffic come in on Statcounter. I'll post something on this this morning and see what others think.


Email inquirer number two:

Is switching from Blogger to Wordpress and is having a challenge getting a decent statcounter on the site. If a Wordpress guru wants to help with this, let me know. bluegalsblog AT gmail DOT com. I'll send on your email. Thanks.

We execute Quakers, don't we?

While the corporate media wraps their little brain around the fact that our Justice Department is pro-torture, Fresh Air has a great excerpt from Garry Will's new book, describing the events leading up to the Massachusetts execution of Mary Dyer, Quaker, in 1660.

And the interview at the same link is the clearest historical argument for separation of Church and State I've ever heard.

Some things are just too much, even for this blog.

I may run a picture of a hot dog thong, but I will not, not, not, run pictures of Larry Craig's Super Tuber, his favorite recipe involving a hot dog and a baked potato.

And he calls it a "snack." Really, Larry.

But I will link to the images as a courtesy to my readers.

Warning: microwaved hot dogs tend to explode at the tip if you leave them in too long. Probably better to roast them outdoors.

Which begs the question: do you dip the hot dog in the sour cream before or after you shove it in the baked potato?

Why did I even start thinking about this? Really.

Oh my f-ing God.

This is the leader of the free world. h/t Driftglass. I'm not just going for the free cupcake:

[President Bush] offered a pointed description of his job.

"My job is a decision-making job. And as a result, I make a lot of decisions," the president said.

He elaborated on that point later.

"I delegate to good people. I always tell Condi Rice, `I want to remind you, Madam Secretary, who has the Ph.D. and who was the C student. And I want to remind you who the adviser is and who the president is.'

"I got a lot of Ph.D.-types and smart people around me who come into the Oval Office and say, `Mr. President, here's what's on my mind.' And I listen carefully to their advice. But having gathered the device (sic), I decide, you know, I say, `This is what we're going to do.' And it's `Yes, sir, Mr. President.' And then we get after it, implement policy."

Please, let's find a way to replace this man with a more intelligent and more eloquent leader. Using that alone as the standard for selection, I nominate this person:



You know, all of the jokes are old now. I'm not really laughing anymore. Gimme that cupcake.

Don't piss I mean, spit, into the wind...

There are certain rules in life it only makes sense to follow.



And giving a small dig to a big box blogger, one of the biggest, for one post, certainly seems like an exercise in getting self-induced urine stains on your own clothing.

So I won't link or get any attention for this one, but I mus' say:

DANG I love this.

For my daughters.

You have probably seen this and yeah, it's an AD. But for once I think the message transcends the sales pitch and dang if I don't endorse this message. A. and A., this one is for you, my beautiful, beautiful, girls. [And I particularly endorse my daughters' current sense of what "gorgeous" is.]:

It was only a matter of time....

...before "Tancredo Girl" went viral on YouTube.

She's profiled here, if you missed it.

"Officially" back together.

He had me at "I'm gonna put Dennis Kucinich on notice and have him on my show."

Salon tonight 9 Eastern

Only requires that you download Skype, which appears to be bug, spam, and spyware free. (We've checked.) Download here.

Everything else is just typing. You don't need a headset or any skype certified equipment to participate.

Blue Gal's Salon October 1 hosted by blue.gal.

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Blue Gal Vlog 10/1

Yeah yeah file this one under "fourteen minutes of your life you'll never have again" and you won't be interested at all unless you're into

a. the knitting creative process,
b. my seamstress brain's reaction to Silence of the Lambs, or
c. what kind of bras I wear.

Salon tonight I'll have the link up later as usual. xoxo

UPDATE: If you think I'm making up this whole knit the bra cup thang I'm serious. Make your own bra online tutorial is here.

Crocheted thong and knit bra from Interweave Knits magazine, Spring 2007.

Ugliest hand-knit bra evah, but they do provide a pattern, ick, is here.

Great examples of what "fair isle" looks like in sweaters, here.

Up yours for stealing my thunder, Wapo.