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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

no, god hates YOU
When Venice is Sinking played in Nashville last year, one of the opening acts had a fist pumper called "Fuck Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church."

Fred Phelps, for those of you that don't know, is behind, among other things, the organization of picket parties at funerals for AIDS victims. He also runs the websites godhatesfags.com and godhatesamerica.com. This man claims to be a Democrat, but I think I speak for the entire left when I say, "no thank you."

This little snippit was taken from a song found on godhatesamerica called "America is Burning:"
O wicked land of sodomites
God struck the shuttle down
With body parts and broken hearts
He scattered them around (all over Texas)


This, by the way, is a church hymn.

John G. Roberts Jr: Impeccable.
Dear GW,
Thanks for nominating what the associated press refers to as a man with "impeccable conservative credentials." While I am not surprised, I am unnerved all the same.
Counting the Days Until Next Election,
Mame.

George, will your Medicare reforms pay for this?
I saw on the news (THE NEWS!) a story about a Septuagenarian that was going under the knife for a face lift. Oh yeah, AND ITS A MAN! (gasp!) Why does vanity have to be a female issue? I have long resented the fact that men are allowed to grow old gracefully and women are expected to stay 25 forever. We put acid on our face! We inject ourselves with poison! But its a fucking newsflash when man wants plastic surgery? I say go ahead and let that 70 year old feel a little insecure about his wrinkles. God knows his wife does.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Come on over here and gimme some of that strange

I had the best weekend with the girls: We had drinks, watched a scandalous movie, ate wonderful food by candlelight and Sunday my favorite girl friend of all, my mom, made me the best Team Clermont Prom dress ever under my watchful eye. Afterwards we drank wine and discussed property value in Athens.

Its a shame, boys, that most of the above statements, were they made by a man about other men, would raise an eyebrow or two.


Has everyone met our new bathroom?


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