And this is the icky-est.
I wish some folks would crawl up into their own assholes and die.
Todd Akin is one of those folks.
What was he doing during sex ed in junior high school? Wanking his pud? He’s yet another example of how the wing-nut arm of the Republican party has a bit too much power, influence and not enough intelligence or integrity to run for higher office. The sad thing is, he’ll probably win because this country is filled to the brim with morons.
Of course, he’s walking the remark back– sort of.
What’s even more vomit-inducing is he’s not alone in his beliefs.
If he beats Sen. McCaskill, then we get what we deserve.
Or as my hero Elvis Costello would say “Welcome to the Working Week.”
Mondays for me are a reminder of my soul-killing unemployment. Each one that passes is yet another nail in my I’ll-never-find-a-full-time-job-coffin.
Mondays are also the start of my weekly ritual of conjuring up possible revenue-inducing plans. I start with sketching out how a meth lab could work in my kitchen. I have the room and the time, so why the hell not? Oh wait…I need to lose a few teefus FIRST and scatter some dirty chirrun with full diapers and mange about the place for the full effect. That dream quickly dies, however, when I harken back to the investigative story I did years ago about meth, the sorry state of this nation’s drug policy and the ridiculous mandatory minimums for small-time offenders. But this is a rant for another post–maybe–if I’m up for it.
On a happier note, Mondays give me hope too, whether it is through an interesting job lead in my in-box OR something completely different.
Oh. Mah. Gawd.
How fucking cute are those bunnies?
I think it’s time the IOC looks at Kaninhoppning as a possible Olympic sport.