Archive for August, 2012

Speaking For The Women of the World, I Would Just Like to Say, “Thank You. That Was Exactly Our Intention. White Tail and All. We’re Working on the Swan Thing”

August 02, 2012 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized

Foster Friess, rich old white guy, used to support Rick Santorum.  Now he supports Romney and his Super Pacs.

Donations to the tune of $2.3 million to the Super PAC supporting Rick Santorum during Republican primaries vaulted Friess into national headlines, which he says he and his wife didn’t appreciate.

“I enjoy anonymity,” he said on Wednesday during an interview with NBC News.

He also enjoys women.  Asking directions from a group of women in Aspen, he commented …

“Women are God’s most beautiful creatures,” he said as they walked away. “After the white-tailed deer and the swan.”

Bless his heart, he met with Jan Brewer right after that.  So I suspect the list is now white-tailed deer, swan, three toes sloth, Triumph the Insult Dog, and slugs.  Then women.

Thanks to David for the heads up.

He’s Got a Slip in His Differential

August 01, 2012 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized

Good Grief Alert.

Republican Congressidiot Mike Kelly says that the Affordable Care Act is exactly like Pearl Harbor.  Exactly.  Well, if not totally exactly like Pearl Harbor, then exactly like 9/11.

I did not make that up.  My mind doesn’t go places like that.

“I know in your mind, you can think of the times America was attacked,” he said at a press conference on Capitol Hill. “One is Dec. 7, that’s Pearl Harbor Day. The other is Sept. 11, and that’s the day the terrorists attacked. I want you to remember Aug. 1, 2012, the attack on our religious freedom. That is a day that will live in infamy, along with those other dates.”

You know when I found out that health insurance companies can no longer refuse to insure children with pre-existing conditions?  Just like Pearl Harbor.  Just like it.

You know how Republicans act when they want insurance companies not to provide breastfeeding support and supplies, gestational diabetes screening?   Just like November 22nd.

Thanks to Deb for the heads-up.

Well …

August 01, 2012 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized

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Well, isn’t that the whole point of badminton?

Cripes, I played badminton once and I could not lose fast enough.

Welcome to Texas, Jim Bob, We’re Having Ourselves a Tea Party

August 01, 2012 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized

I just want you folks from foreign states to know that the Republican Party in Texas died last night.  I blame it on George Bush and Rick Perry, but then again I blame everything on them including bad hair days, hangnails, and my bad mood.

I don’t think I can express how bad it really is.  About midnight last night I heard that we’re moving the state capitol to a cabin outside of Fort Stockton with a large “I Hate The Guvmint” sign out front.  Yeah, they hate the government except for their social security, their farm subsidies, their medicare, their good-ole-boy contracts, their ag exemptions, and the right to peek inside a woman’s private parts when they suspect she’s pregnant.

It’s bad.  It’s real bad.

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If I didn’t live here, I wouldn’t live here.

Look, we probably couldn’t get this set of Republicans committed by the court to the wacky ward, but if they walked in there by mistake, they could not prove their way out.

Damn, y’all, my own county just nominated a guy who makes Louie Gohmert look reasonable.

Bubba says we’re investing in a stage coach because these guys don’t believe in that there infrastructure stuff and the only way outta Texas might be over land with me riding shotgun.

I think the magnitude of the Tea party takeover of the GOP kinda shocked everybody.  Lookie here at the Texas Tribune yesterday at about 5:30.

Eke out?  They said eke out.  Hellfire, Crazy Cruz won with 57% of the vote out of 1.1 million Republican voters.  That is not eke out.  That is freak out.

Crazy Cruz

I’m going back to bed and pulling the covers over my head until the dreams of Ted Cruz prancing up and down the Capitol steps leaves my head.  Then I’m drinking a couple of Margaritas and singing Elvis songs on the back porch until the neighbors complain.  I cannot for the life of me think of anything better to do today.