singled out

This post is for The Boy, who really needs to get out of Dallas, and here's a good reason why. Wish I'd had this information back when I was young.

Maps from Who's Your City, via Pure Pendantry, via Blog Around the Clock.

how about now?

Seriously, can we do this yet?
props to Dusty for the video.

covering, my ass

Okay, let's get something straight. There are NO major candidates in the race for president who are planning to offer universal health care. McCain simply calls for more of the same, and his Democratic rivals call for universal health coverage. Coverage means insurance, and while this coverage may bring health care with it, it will do so while making profit for the insurance companies, sometimes at tax-payer expense. It gives us all health care, but with a unnecessary and parasitic middle-man soaking up money that could be used for further health care, or (crazy idea) spent somewhere else. The biggest problem in American health care today is not the health care system, it is the insurance system that skims a profit before paying for that health care system.

Obama's plan.
Clinton's plan.
McCain's plan.

Notice that not one of these people propose cutting the insurance companies out of the middle, yet all talk about "reducing costs". What simpler way to reduce costs than to remove a middle-man which, essentially, is paid to filter out "unnecessary"* health-care.
Look at each plan, and notice their unifying quality: All of them will benefit the insurance companies. Personally, I find this neither desirable nor the job of the government, which for too long has been about helping business at the expense of the People.


* as determined by accountants

geography lesson

I love maps, and this is a very cool one. Predominant religious affilliation in America, by county. Click to see bigger.

props to Strange Maps, via Thrutch, via Gus Van Horn.

monday movie

I've always said that the Republican credo is "Fuck you, I've got my own", but Obama has to be a bit more circumspect, so I guess his take will do just fine.

props to Kel

quote for the day

I wondered... if the people who had moved the jobs, whoever those people had actually been, ever came back to the city now , even to just drive through. And I wondered, when they did, what kind of feelings they might have, how they would explain the situation to themselves in a way that left them feeling like good people. Profit fed the life we lived, I knew that and saw the necessity of it. But those people had made a god of profit, it seemed to me, and according to the rules of their religion, if it was profitable to close the factory and ship the jobs overseas, then it was morally right. In order to keep from feeling guilty, they had, I supposed, devised all sorts of ways of thinking about what they did and didn't do, all sorts of clever rationalizations. It occurred to me that, in a different arena, I might be in the habit of doing the same thing.

Roland Merullo, from Breakfast With Buddha

by request

Gisher has made a request to see some tits, and since I try to be responsive to my audience, I feel I ought to oblige: Here's a picture with some great tits:


And if that's not enough, here's another picture with a nice pair of tits:

thursday matinee

Here's an odd video for your amusement. It contains a bear, which lately seems to be all it takes for me to enjoy it. Dunno why.

top o' the mornin'... or, something like that

I'm putting up a new header for a while. It amuses me to do so.

update: the header is gone now, but it looked like this:

realignment

You know I've been dissatisfied with the blog of late. There's been a kind of emptiness about it lately, hard to define, yet subtly draining me of energy. I thought perhaps it was just lack of sleep, or imagination, but after some thought, I've decided that it's simply that we are all fucked. Fucked good and royally.
The nation is suffering under worst president ever, with only a 1-out-of-5 approval rating, and yet Congress cannot even get their shit together enough to deny him more of the stupid shit which got him (and us) in trouble in the first place. And all my yap-yap-yap comes to naught. Hell, all the yap-yap-yap of everyone comes to naught, even as our president gets booed by an entire ballpark!
So screw it. I'm done.
From now on, this blog will be devoted entirely to breasts. I'll get a lot more hits (after all, 50% of the population loves breasts), which might lead to advertisements (lucrative sex-industry ones - booyah!). I wont be nearly as frustrated, because while politics pisses me off, I love breasts as much as any other red-blooded American man. At least as much.

So that's that. From now on, the only boobs you're gonna see here will be of the non-political kind. So I think it appropriate that I begin with a Demotivator.



ADDENDUM (April 2, 2008):
This was, of course, an April Fools Day post. Much as I appreciate breasts, there's something a little weird about devoting a whole blog to them. Or, at least, it's not a pasttime that suits me very well.
On the other hand, pretty much everything else in this post was actually true.

And I'll leave the demotivator up; I learned my lesson last year about deleting posts.

Plus, it's just funny.