Happy Half Priced Chocolate Day!
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Posted:Feb 15, 2008 3:15 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2008 7:24 pm
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If you ask me, today is much better than Valentine's Day. All that left over chocolate is half price. I'm sitting here writing with a sugar rush.
No, I didn't get to the mall to the Godiva shop. I really can't justify the expense at the moment. Yesterday in Target I realized there was no way in hell anything would be left today. I wasn't even going to attempt the Beast of Bentonville. So, the local Walgreen's it was.
Well, while they had more than Target had yesterday, they didn't have all that much. I got a two pound box of chocolates, avoiding those crappy Elmer chocolates and a box of Mrs. Fields cookie dough chocolates. Sadly, some cock sucking scum sucking of a bastard jackal managed to get THE VERY LAST TIN of Almond Roca before I could lay my hands on it. *sigh*
I got back just as the boy was getting home. A package was waiting for him at the door, from the person he calls his adoptive mother. They play Runescape together. It was loaded with candy. I had no idea that they made Strawberry Whoppers. But the boy best sleep with one eye open, as those are addictive.
We've been trading candy back and forth for an hour now. I'm hyper as hell. Yes, I am washing all those delicious morsels down with Diet Coke. Sugar and caffeine... Ask me about the hangover tomorrow.
But as I sit here in chocolate heaven, I'm still thinking about all the women I saw bitching yesterday and the day before. I mean, I don't have the greatest self-esteem in the world anymore, especially after the events since spraining my ankle, which was almost two years ago. Most of you know the downward spiral that all caused and all I went through after that. But some women really need to get a grip.
Watching chat, I just really sat back and watched the lonely and in most cases, truly bitter women whine, bitch, moan and complain. I never saw that in the NYC Room around this day. We all knew each other, we knew we were loved or hated by each other and if someone was dateless on VD and cared, the rest of the room made that person feel better about it. But down here, holy hell...
I watched one woman acting insane that the women she worked with were getting flowers delivered at the office, while she had no one. She was going on about how that had no place in the office, she doesn't care what people do after work, but keep personal lives out of the workplace. I sort of watched her with my mouth open. She also refused to acknowledge any kind words from any of the women. I could only assume from this she wanted a date so badly, she was going to go for the sympathy date from any man who took the bait.
Then I watched a few others bitch about how alone they are. How there was no one to send them gifts and how self conscious they felt about it. I swear, if I EVER turn into a whiny cunt like that, someone please, just put a gun to the back of my head and pull the trigger.
Ladies, if you're going to act like this, know what? If you feel everyone in the office is making fun of you for being dateless, here is an idea. What are the chances any of the catty whores who are in it for the gifts are going to meet any man you claim to be dating? Next year, around January, make up a man. He can be as fabulous as you want him to be. Come Valentine's Day, send yourself the most fabulous chocolate and flowers you can find, outdo the other women in the office. Have the card signed from this man you've made up. Then YOU can be the envy of the office, instead of sitting around envying them. And if your lives are incomplete without a man, well then, you need therapy more than I do.
I have to agree with [blog VoodooGuru1] and what he wrote about the day yesterday. Women EXPECT men to take them to dinner, buy them flowers and chocolates, but these women aren't buying gifts for the men in their lives on this day. It's become so one sided. Seriously, how many of you men who are dating spent a shitload of money on some woman this week, not even to get a card yesterday?
So ladies, get a grip. Get yourself some half priced chocolates for the weekend, put on the sweatpants if you own them, get out those hideous chick flicks and sit around being bitter about not having a man. Instead of realizing the men who won't have you aren't even worth your time and come to think of it, 90% of the ones who will aren't either. Stop settling, just to say you have a date on Valentine's Day. Just enjoy the half priced chocolates. The sugar rush is better than half rate sex with just anyone any day of the week.
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Yeah, Yeah. But This VD Can't Be Cured With Penicillin
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Posted:Feb 13, 2008 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2008 11:50 am
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This is a lazy ass repost from February 13, 2006. The original post was Happy VD Knowing how many of you hate tomorrow, I thought I'd refresh your memories. But let's face it. It's really not tomorrow that matters for us dateless wonders. It's Friday that matters. Yes, Friday. The day the Godiva VD boxes go half price at the mall. Which makes February 15 one of the happiest days of the year.
Now, onto the original post...
So, tomorrow is that special day of the year. St. Valentine’s Day. (I was going to post this tomorrow, but I wanted people who are feeling bad that once again they're alone to be able to read this in advance and not fixate tomorrow.) That one day of the year where couples who feel trapped in a loveless marriage, bickering couples and all sorts of other dysfunctional types try to be nice to each other for 24 hours and try to make up for 364 days of being shitful to each other, forgetting birthdays, forgetting anniversaries, forgetting to call home to say one or the other is working late, before hitting the Queens Motor Inn to fuck their lovers. The day of the year that makes so many single, otherwise put together people, especially women, feel like something less than human. Forget Christmas as being the biggest holiday of the year. People deal with being alone on Christmas. Someone is always willing to pick up stray friends and have a party. But on Valentine’s Day, those same friends who pick up the strays are either considering slitting their wrists, or holding onto someone they’re not sure they’re all that into, but they don’t want to come off as losers as being dateless on this day. A complete Hallmark holiday and utter bullshit. I have never felt sorry for myself for not having a date on Valentine’s Day.
Have I always been this cynical, you ask? As a matter of fact, I have. Then again, only a few times in my life have I actually been dating on this day. Only two Valentine’s Days were memorable. The first time, he broke up with me about a month later, citing that I wasn’t nearly romantic enough, that I didn’t think Valentine’s Day was a big deal, when he felt it was the most important day of the year. The memorable one was as laid back about it as I. The only reason it was mentioned was when he asked me the all important question of the day. “Did you manage to find a virgin priest to martyr by beheading?” Alas, that is my only Valentine’s Day regret. That I never get to reenact the very first Valentine’s Day.
As a young , I did like the day. My father would come home with flowers for my mother and candy for us . The candy would last to about a week before Easter on good years. But I guess listening to my mother’s friends did have an effect on me. “he had better come home with a good gift, to make up for the rest of the year.” “he had better come home with a good gift, to make up for cheating on me.” “I know he gave his mistress diamond earrings for Valentine’s Day, I saw the credit card bill. What did I get? A new vacuum.” This went on for years before I finally started tuning out.
After I tuned it out, I was a lot happier. Then, in my teens, I saw a newspaper article on how Valentine’s Day really was invented in this country by a woman who wanted to sell greeting cards. HA! I knew it! The card companies are ALWAYS behind this crap! Valentine’s Day made a woman named Esther A. Howland famous and her family’s company very profitable. The mother of Valentine’s Day as we know it died an old maid and given it was the 1800s, probably a virgin. She also have a very dour face. Well, I left my opinion of Valentine’s Day based on this until that first boyfriend who thought I was awful for not wanting to celebrate a holiday based on big business.
So, after he dumped me, I realized, hey, Valentine was a saint, we were raised Catholic, we kept my grandmother’s book of prayers to the saints when she died. So, I looked him up. What did I discover? He was another virgin!
Saint Valentine’s Day isn’t his birthday or the day he became a priest, or anything like that. It was the day a virgin priest was martyred by beheading! How weird, I thought, that we based all these mating rituals on a dead virgin priest and an old maid. Well, that was the last I thought of it for years, really.
Then about 7 or 8 years ago, while working in retail, I was in a department of all women. All of whom showed up for work in the beginning of February in an absolute panic. None of them had dates for Valentine’s Day. The one was in such a panic, I went to look for the book of saints. I couldn’t find it, so I hit the Internet to look around.
Well, my grandmother’s book of saints did NOT tell the entire story. It basically had a page or two dedicated to each saint, listed by feast day, with a short bio on each saint and a prayer. But the Internet, especially Catholic sites, were very telling.
The Church hasn’t celebrated the feast day of St. Valentine since 1969. Why? Well, the stories on him are sketchy at best. There are three legends dedicated to Saint Valentine.
Now, scholars believe two of the Valentines are the same person. A priest, perhaps a bishop in Rome or Terni. A healer or physician. The details on these two Valentines are incredibly similar, right down to both being buried on the Flaminian Way. Imprisoned, tortured, beheaded, supposedly restored eyesight to the jailer’s , the legends are way too similar to not be the same person. The third Valentine who was martyred on this day died in Africa and the details of his legend are not forthcoming.
Now, to become a saint, you’re supposed to perform three miracles. Was restoring eyesight to the jailer’s a miracle? Maybe, maybe not. But that alone would not have gotten him sainthood. But back in those days, there was a backdoor to sainthood. Martyrdom.
Yep. Dying in the name of the Church of Rome was a one way ticket to sit with the saints and Jesus at the right hand of God. No real miracles necessary. Just to put your head on the chopping block. To die at the hands of the heathens.
Now, Valentine of Rome was a real person. Catacombs dedicated to him were found. However, this is where the stories of Valentine differ. One has him imprisoned for giving medical care to martyrs in prison. The other has him imprisoned for marrying Christian couples in secret and aiding Christians in general, which was a crime under the rule of Claudius II. The man could have lived out the rest of his life in prison, aiding the other martyrs. But no. The man had to try to convert the Emperor, which in one legend is why he was beheaded.
So you say, the fact he was marrying Christian couples is how he came to become the patron saint of lovers and all that crap, right? Nope. The Roman custom back then was on the 15th of February for boys to draw names of girls and court them for the following year, in the name of Juno. Priests decided that to break them of their pagan customs, they would substitute the name of Saint Valentine. Hence a legend was born.
While he is represented with roses, he’s never been illustrated with boxes of heart shaped chocolates, stupid little teddy bears and that sort of shit. Remember, roses are the flower that represents him. So, as you give your lovers the stupid little teddy bears with carnations, you aren’t honoring the saint properly. I do have my own theory on what we should be giving people on this day. However, Godiva never answered my letters when I wrote and suggested it. I believe, since he was martyred by beheading, to celebrate his sainthood properly, instead of heart shaped candies and heart shaped boxes, the chocolates representing him should come in coffin shaped boxes, with a little chocolate axe. And when you bite his head off, red goop comes out. I suggested they do this with raspberry crowns. Not even a rejection letter. *sigh* (Remember, if you decide to run with this idea, this is a written record that you have stolen it from me. Therefore, you owe me a decent percentage of the profits.)
However, Valentine isn’t just the patron saint of lovers. Don’t forget, he was a doctor. Therefore, he is also the patron saint of epilepsy, fainting and the plague. So tomorrow, don’t forget to give your epileptic lover the plague. It will keep in tune with the day.
Still feeling sorry for yourself? Then keep in mind, Valentine's Day is abbreviated VD.
Now, all this said, anyone know where I can find a virgin, physician priest who is willing to be martyred at the hands of a Pagan? It really would make my day.
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Nightmares
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Posted:Feb 13, 2008 9:07 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2008 11:51 am
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Yes, I know I'm AWOL. Yes, I know you're all pissed at me for it. But right now, I'm in a weird head space and I really don't care. So bitch away. I'll explain more when I'm up to it. But I'm writing today because of a dream I had last night.
In the dream, I was back home. I mean, my childhood home, my childhood town. I was in a local pizza parlor and I was the only patron. Then some guy came in with a bunch of flowers, set the arrangement down on a counter, took out a gun and aimed it at me. Somehow, I managed to fight the guy, he fell, hit his head and died. The flowers had a cam in them, but facing away as he put them down wrong. I left the camera facing the wall, so whomever was watching wouldn't know I was still alive. It was then I realized it was a professional hit.
I went home and went in the house. I was looking for my mother, as somehow, I found out in that part of the dream I can't quite remember, that it was a hit on my entire family. I went out to the garage, where my father was and there were dozens of flower arrangements. He told me that they had just been delivered. He told me my mother was out having her hair done and when I told him about the hit, he told me I was being ridiculous, no one was out to get us. That's when I decided to take off, go hide somewhere and basically leave him to his fate.
I ended up in a different strip mall in my home town, one that had been expanded and was busy. I went into another pizza place, (I know, this is becoming a theme of the dream,) and there was my sister and her family. I was telling her about it when I saw this weird leather jacket, with large leather spikes on it. I just KNEW it was the other hitman. Then I saw him. I told my sister about the hit and we all decided to get out of there. But I had knocked down the jacket and I couldn't get it back on the chair. So I told them I'd meet them in the parking lot, as I could see the hitman on line and he had a bit of a wait.
I finally got out to the parking lot, which was packed and I couldn't find my sister. So I went down to the other end of the strip mall and I got to the bagel place when they were just closing. The one woman who I've never seen before this dream said to me, "you were right. It's never the first customer that's the problem, it's always the millionth."
I said to her, "let me guess. Tall guy, dark hair, spiky leather jacket?"
She told me that was right and I told her what was happening. She told me to get in her car, if we didn't find my sister, then she would take me home and hide me until all of this blew over.
Then I woke up. But I woke up CERTAIN that there really was a hit on me and my life was in danger. I hate dreams like that.
I've been having really fucked up dreams lately and not able to tell if they're reality that happened when I was half awake or just dreams. It's been weird lately in my mind.
So, how are all of you doing? Any of you being stalked in your dreams? And does anyone have the slightest idea of what that dream means?
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Um...
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Posted:Jan 27, 2008 3:56 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 7:29 am
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I know I haven't been around much lately, but when the fuck did they change the blogs? Nine new posts listed on the front page? WTF is that? Did they do that to get people to click on the view all link? Or did one of the programmers fuck up in a major way? Again.
Bastards.
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Lost To Sleep
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Posted:Jan 17, 2008 10:27 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 8:11 am
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Ever get that brilliant idea about something you want to write about just as you're about to fall asleep? On the one hand, you want to jump up, hit the computer and write it as it comes to you, but on the other hand, all you want to do is sleep and your body is too weary to get up and even find a piece of paper? So you write it out in your head, knowing that you will put to text that brilliance in the morning. And when you wake up...
It is gone. You don't even remember the subject matter. You just remember that a masterpiece is gone.
That's me today.
*sigh*
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Puppy, Puppy, Puppy!
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Posted:Jan 16, 2008 10:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2008 6:50 am
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No, I didn't get a dog.
I went out for my walk today, as now that the weather is cool enough, I'm trying to do roughly two miles a day, so I can fit into my clothes again.
I to the next house when this German Shepherd mix rushed me. Normally the neighborhood dogs run up to you, bark and run away if you put your hand out. Not this one. She started licking my hand and begging for attention.
The neighbors were on their way out and asked if it was my dog. I told them no, I had never seen her before. It seems this has been wandering the neighborhood. They've been feeding her.
Well, I made the mistake of petting this dog. She started following me. For half a mile, she followed me. Then, three dogs who were running free caught her attention. She stopped following me, which was a major relief. I was a few blocks from crossing one of this city's busier streets. She would have been road pizza.
On my way back, she wasn't frolicking with those three dogs. All of whom rushed me once more, but as the dogs around here do, they bark and then back off when you put your hand out.
When I got back, I saw her back on this block, following the mailman around. This is desperate for human attention.
But no one knows to whom she belongs. You can see she used to have a collar. I'm wondering of someone just dumped her around here, hoping she would stay.
She looks a lot like the in the picture. So while it's not my place, anyone know anyone in Tulsa who wants a dog? The neighbors are having no luck in discovering to whom she belongs. Which says to me, if she's homeless and they don't want her, she's up for adoption.
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Bored and Blah
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Posted:Jan 14, 2008 12:02 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 6:14 am
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God, I'm bored today.
Dinner is in the crock pot, which means not having to pay attention to cooking. My little paging thing on the site where I work is quiet. No this afternoon. The entire site looks dead.
I'm blah. I had a major migraine yesterday into last night. I did manage to sleep it off, but I have that migraine hangover. That means, no walking out into the sun for fresh air and sunshine. I'm still a bit sensitive to bright light today. I'm also a bit chilly, but that's part of the hangover.
I'm tired. I'd take a nap, but with the migraine hangover, I'm afraid I'd wake up around 8 tonight and then be up all night.
There's not much new in the blogs. Clicking randomly on people I've never seen before who show up in recent posts is yielding nothing.
So, I'm asking all of you to amuse me. Use this space to tell me something interesting. Use this space to tell a joke. Use this space for a useless fact or trivia. Use this space to rant. Use this space to unbore me.
I'll start with a useless fact. Did you know unbore isn't really a word? It should be, but it isn't.
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Obviously I'm Not A Connoisseur
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Posted:Jan 13, 2008 12:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2008 1:13 pm
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I will admit my ignorance now. I had no idea there were teas in this world that were as sought after and costly as a fine bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild.
See the picture? That is a cake of Guang Yun Beeng Cha Pu-erh Tea from the 1960s. The asking price on Amazon is $1,200.00. You save $300 off the list price.
But it gets better. For most tea drinkers, it's the scent and the strength that they enjoy. Not with connoisseurs. Oh no. This is the product description:
This old cake is made from leaves from Yunnan that were brought to Guang Dong Province for processing. This practice continued into the 1990's and produced a sought after and collected series of green Pu-erh's. This cake is 40+ years old and had lost all the scent of tea. This shows good aging in a good environment. This tea is similar to the famous Blue label editions of the 1950's. The taste is light and the brew is amber brown and almost sparkles. The leaves come from the Dai district (where the Blue label was also picked). The processing and compression, though, were in Guang Dong. This was the practice during the Cultural Revolution and it has made this a famous tea. We are happy to offer this fine antique cake. There are no wrappers on this tea, as they were produced with no wrappers, only the inner label with the well known tea TM. Made from 3-4 grade leaves which exhibit a deep brown color, even after many steeps. Weighs about 340 g and makes about 75 servings of this coveted tea.
I seem to be missing something here. What is so special about tea that has lost its scent and has a very light flavor? Don't most tea drinkers call such things dishwater?
It would seem there's a major market for such teas too. A cake that was 120 years old sold at auction for over $100K.
Now, is it just me? I can understand wine going for megabucks at auction, as it gets better with age, but to pay that much because it's gone stale?
Am I missing something here?
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Short Conversation With A
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Posted:Jan 13, 2008 1:01 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 6:07 am
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: "Have you seen my pool cue?"
Me: "No, where did you leave it last?"
*break*
Me: "I thought this was a church thing tonight."
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Me: "Learning about God in pool halls. Next think you know, you'll be learning about him from street corner preachers."
: "They have a pool table in the rec room. It's not a pool hall. What's wrong with you?"
He so didn't get the joke.
*sigh*
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Hey dosrev, this is your post!
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Posted:Jan 11, 2008 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2008 9:59 pm
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It seems some of you don't like these sticky posts. As a matter of fact, dosrev left me a comment in my last post stating, and I quote:
"Heres my thing.
I dislike stickied posts unless it REALLY is an important message THAT NEEDS TO BE READ EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU VISIT THE BLOG. No exceptions. That means I dislike your stickied post... sorry.
Stickied posts like the one you mentioned, "answering machines," guest houses, or sign in type "guestbooks" are the height of worthlessness.
One stickied isn't bad. 2 or more is horrible, and when someone has FOUR or more stickied posts, I just want them to die.
Its just my opinion of course."
So [blog dosrev], this is for you! A sticky post to annoy you and make you say horrible things! HA! You didn't really think I was going to do it, did you?
This post will remain sticky until I feel like taking it down. Don't worry, I will unsticky it. Eventually.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to invite people who don't join networks to join my network. HA!
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Who Started This Crap?
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Posted:Jan 10, 2008 10:00 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 6:03 am
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While clicking on random blogs for the past few months, I've been seeing what I think is the stupidest thing ever. Even more stupid than those games of tag.
I'm talking about, "if you don't want me to delete you from my network, leave me a comment."
Um, yeah. To me, that screams pure ego.
Most of us on this site have people in our network from various things. Yes, I realize a lot of the men doing this, (and it seems like it's only men,) probably accepted every invitation from every bot on the site, or invited every bot to their networks. But come on now.
In case you haven't noticed, you can no longer see the new blog posts of your friends from your network page. So I'm willing to bet most in the networks of the people doing this don't even know those posts exist. Seriously. How many of you have networks with ONLY bloggers in them? Only people you found from reading their blog or them reading your blog?
But even then... Half the time when I see these posts, they're the ONLY blog post the person has made. Once again, pure ego if you think everyone in your network is visiting your profile every day and checking it with a microscope.
If you want to interact with people in your network and want to see if they want to interact with you and aren't just trying to make the most networked list, then write to them. Communicate with them directly. Don't decide because they don't know about the blog you just started or rarely update that they don't want to know you. If you write to them and they ignore you completely, then you can be pretty sure they're just out to pad their networks, or are just accepting every single invitation they get.
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Hillary's Win Last Night
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Posted:Jan 9, 2008 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 6:01 am
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Yes, it's time for another political post. I haven't done one in a while.
I've been reading the papers today and I love how most of the press is trying to diminish her 3% win. Barack Obama did have a significant lead in telephone polls. But exit polls yesterday showed them neck-in-neck, with that 13% lead gone.
First they said it was because she cried. A Stanford University professor is saying it's because the ballots were in alphabetical order, so she was listed second. But because it was in alphabetical order, people in New Hampshire are too stupid to look for who they want to, so they vote for the first name they see, cause like, everyone in New England north of the Massachusetts line are Larry, Daryl and Daryl. Which explains why Joe Biden, who was listed first, got less than 1% of the vote. Another article says it's because women are allowed to vote and rallied behind her in New Hampshire.
Basically, everyone is trying to diminish her win anyway they can. The money was on Obama, so why didn't he win? Why didn't all those students vote for him?
Didn't we get this four years ago with Howard Dean? Didn't he end up fading into obscurity? All the young people claimed to be behind him, he was doing well in the polls, everyone was for him and he tanked in the primaries.
So let's look at what could be another reason Hillary Clinton did so well and Barack Obama came in second. Gay rights.
There are far more gays and lesbians in New Hampshire than in Iowa. The gay population isn't exactly forgiving or forgetting the McClurkin incident.
Back in October, Barack Obama had a rally. Well, it was more a gospel concert rally in South Carolina. The headliner was Donnie McClurkin. He's a gospel singer and ex-gay, turned anti-gay activist. He's been cured, so all gays can be cured. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The Obama campaign hired the Reverend Andy Sidden, a gay, white preacher to talk to the crowd. Well, he came out at the beginning of the concert, said a short prayer and left. The arena was only about half full.
When it was time for the big concert, there was a video message from Barack Obama saying, "The artists you’re going to hear from are some of the best in the world, and favorites of Michelle and myself."
When it was time for the headline act, McClurkin went into a half hour diatribe against homosexuality. Rev. Sidden never took the stage for a rebuttal and a few days later, Obama's campaign released a three page memo defending McClurkin and said his comments were taken out of context.
Out of context?
How does one take comments such as, "The gloves are off and if there's going to be a war, there's going to be a war. But it will be a war with a purpose? I'm not in the mood to play with those who are trying to kill our ." when directed at gays out of context?
McClurkin's comments were defended in the memo, which in one place said and yes, it was in all caps like this, "MCCLURKIN DOES NOT WANT TO CHANGE GAYS AND LESBIANS WHO ARE HAPPY WITH THEIR LIVES AND HAS CRITICIZED CHURCH LEADERS WHO DEMONIZE HOMOSEXUALS."
So now it's only unhappy homosexuals who are out to "kill your "? The happy ones just want to them?
The simple fact is, Barack Obama killed himself in the gay community by allowing a member of the radical right to be a spokesman for him. Someone who is a spokesman for Exodus International.
Then there's the fact that in an interview with the Chicago Tribune Obama said, "I'm a Christian. And so, although I try not to have my religious beliefs dominate or determine my political views on this issue, I do believe that tradition, and my religious beliefs say that marriage is something sanctified between a man and a woman."
So while he lost the gay vote, there's yet another and far more simple reason that explains the ballot results vs. telephone polls...
Obama does NOT debate well. He doesn't think well on his feet and the debate Saturday's debate did him no favors. He speaks well when the speech is in front of him, but put him on the spot and he doesn't do well. There were no telephone polls leading into the election on Sunday or Monday.
Then there's the fact that a large number of NH votes said they were undecided in the polls that put Obama between 8% and 12% ahead of Clinton.
But the simple fact is, on both sides it's going to be an interesting race. There are no clear-cut winner on either the Democratic or Republican ballots.
I'm just glad Huckabee didn't carry NH on the Republican side. That would have been a sign of the apocalypse.
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Sometimes You Just Know Things
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Posted:Jan 4, 2008 6:59 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2008 6:02 am
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Why is it that this morning I signed on and just knew instinctively that the scary penis pic I saw in the Recent New Member Photo Gallery belonged to a guy in Germany?
I know we're not supposed to link without permission. But I have to. Simply because I want to know what the fuck I'm looking at.
I am talking about reinraus46. That little cap thing reminds me of the drill bit penis in "Tetsuo: The Iron Man." But what the hell is that running down from the base of his penis? It looks like he has a release valve, instead of ejaculating the normal way. At least, it looks like that in the thumbnails.
Someone please explain to me what's going on in that picture. Please?
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4
|
5
|
6
|
7
|
81
|
9
|
10
|
111
|
12
|
13
|
14
|
15
|
16
|
17
|
18
|
19
|
20
|
21
|
221
|
23
|
24
|
25
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
29
|
30
|
|
|
|
|
