December 28, 2008

December 27, 2008

December 26, 2008

Rest In Peace Eartha Kitt

R.I.P.



Eartha Mae Kitt (January 17, 1927 – December 25, 2008)
You will be missed

I want this!


I searched and searched, but cannot find a place to buy one of these great starving piggy banks! If you know of a seller, please comment.

Media Whores Deathmatch!

So I'm catching up on news at Google News when I stumble upon this headline:
COURTNEY LOVE ACCUSES KIM KARDASHIAN'S BROTHER OF A GAY BASHING

I won't bother you with the boring details, because I don't give a rat's ass about these media whores. However, I think America is ready for a new kind of game show -
Media Whores Deathmatch!

Let the media whores fight to the death. More airtime for the winner, and one less media whore for the planet.

I'd watch it!

Bush administration rule change could allow doctors to reject gay patients

The Bush administration issued a “right of conscience” regulation last week that could enable health care workers to deny treatment to gay patients based on religious beliefs. [FULL STORY @ Southern Voice]

Thank Gawd we only have 24 more days of his crap!

December 25, 2008

December 10, 2008

I heart Jon Stewart / not so much Huckabee

Jon Stewart and Mike Huckabee discuss gay marriage. Now, this is some MUST SEE TV!


December 7, 2008

Santa Claus Exposed


Check out Santa Claus Exposed to learn the dark truth about Santa Claus! It's mind blowing!

December 1, 2008

Song d'jour

Thanks Amber, for turning me onto the Kings Of Leon and the song Sex on Fire. The style of music might not be to my norm, but the lyrics fuckin' speak volumes to me right now.

Speaking of the lyrics - Nobody seems to agree as to exactly what they are saying. The following are what I believe the lyrics to Sex on Fire by the Kings of Leon are:

Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kitty like play
Has people talking, talking

You, your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying

You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

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I may be wrong, but if I'm right - I love it!