Most of you guys remember that my Bubba was regularly getting snail mail from some guy with no guts who printed out hateful emails he got about the President of the United States and mailed them to Bubba.  His return address was the downtown Houston NAACP office, which was supposed to be some kind of clever joke.

He went missing for a month and we were pretty sure he was in the craft room over at the Rolling Stone 19th Nervous Breakdown Mental Health and Invisible Butterfly Chasing Facility.

Apparently, he escaped.  And he found Fort Bend Democrats.

So, I opened it to see if anything was written in crayola this time and, sure ‘nuf, the first thing I see is this:

I want you to notice how many times that had been forwarded.  The second thing I opened was this —

Yeah, it is some intellectual joke about how Cheeta from the Tarzan movies …. oh crap, I refuse to even think about it.

Just a word to Mitt Romney.  Maybe, sir, and I mean this in the most respectful way I can say it, you should SHUT THE HELL UP about other people being divisive and hateful.  The sheep behind you need to get the flock outta here.

I quit opening stuff, but do find some comfort that the anonymous dude spent money on 5 stamps that goes toward our brothers and sisters of the United Postal Workers.

So, the next time you hear some rightwing Republican say this isn’t about race, show him how many times these were forwarded before this fool printed them out and mailed them to me.

Thanks to Alfredo over at the Dairy Queen who agrees with me that that’s about two pegs above the swanky level of the average RNC delegate.

I dunno.

People just have to quit seeing crap in stuff that I cannot see, literally in crap.

Brandon Tudor didn’t have to look at the man in the mirror. He looked at his windshield, and there he saw bird poop that seemed to resemble the King of Pop.

But faster than you can say, “I’ll Be There,” it disappeared in a rainstorm before he could sell it.

I do not want to be memorialized in cow crap or a Dorito, either.  If you see me in one of those, get a stick and break it – quick!  Also, quit drinking so much.

Old timers around here know about the local connection with the whole James O’Keefe / Hannah Giles ACORN so-called sting.  Hannah is the granddaughter of our local Belles of Heaven Republican Women’s Club founder, who is very judgmental of everybody’s behavior but seems extraordinarily pleased that her granddaughter resembles a pavement princess.

Hannah’s grandmother used her influence to get Hannah special recognition on the floor of the United States Congress by Puppet Pete Olson, my congressvarmint.  Hannah even got her own webpage where she panhandles for cash, which is a whole lot like playing a prostitute except she ain’t playing this time.   And you can even make a tax-deductable contribution to her legal defense fund because it appears that she is a charity case and totally unable to actually work for a living.

And then there’s O’Keefe.  Oh, good Lord.  What a mess that Young Republican is.

This dumbbutt duo got some bad news earlier this week.  They are being sued and it’s going to court.  Apparently, the legal defense fund contributions bought some really bad lawyers.

Former ACORN worker Juan Carlos Vera sued O’Keefe and Giles in 2010 for allegedly illegally taping their confidential conversation to make the now infamous “ACORN pimp” video. After the heavily-edited video was released in 2009, Vera was fired from ACORN and Congress later voted to defund the organization, which led to its bankruptcy.

The judge ruled that Giles and O’Keefe did, in fact violate this man’s privacy and I am certain that when a jury sees the heavily edited tape as opposed to the full tape, Giles and O’Keefe may have to earn their living the way the used to pretend to do.

However, it appears that the right to heavily edit is covered under the Republican view of the First Amendment.

Thanks to all the oldtimers around here who know that I love this local connection for the heads up.

I hadn’t heard about Upworthy until this morning.  I’ve been piddling around on there instead of working this morning.  It’s worth your time.

Do not miss the Soledad O’Brien and Johnass Sununu exchange.  I love how she kept her cool and just let him talk his way into the pits of hell.

Thanks to Llana for the heads-up and my new time sponge.