March 28, 2005
God Told Me To Blow Up This Courthouse
Everyone get out your calendars or day planners or whatever and be ready with a big red marker to circle the date Terri Schiavo finally dries up like a potato chip and enters into fundy martyrdom (but into eternal damnation for being a Catholic). I am predicting right now that some act of domestic terrorism will go down on the first anniversary of her overdue demise. Many many many insane motherfuckers are pissed off, and now they are starting to turn on the Republicans, especially Jeb (another Mary-worshipper), and Florida tube-yanking judge George Greer, who just withdrew his membership from the Southern Baptist church he attended. Believe me, they are not going to let this one go.
Excuse me, I have to go stock up on duct tape now.
March 23, 2005
".....the most frightening thing about the entire affair is that public figures like congressmen inserted themselves into the case in order to uphold religious strictures. The lawyer arguing against the husband let the cat out of the bag, as reported by the New York Times: 'The lawyer, David Gibbs, also said Ms. Schiavo's religious beliefs as a Roman Catholic were being infringed because Pope John Paul II has deemed it unacceptable for Catholics to refuse food and water. "We are now in a position where a court has ordered her to disobey her church and even jeopardize her eternal soul."'"
David Gibbs should know that the fundies won't be joining in on this argument, they think all Catholics are going to hell anyway.
March 18, 2005
Persistent Vegetative State
March 08, 2005
Here We Go Again
Shake Hands With The Devil
When people have asked me over the years what they sound like, I always said "country blues", but here is a better description from their page on the Bloodshot Records website:
"Most white folk these days be playing 'the blues music' (you know, the hackneyed, soulless, tourist-blues with the wailing guitar solos and the watered-down Cream approach that appeals to all them rusting old hippies with their neatly trimmed pony tails and faded Canned Heat @ Monterey Pop T's - We swear to GOD, if we hear one more version of 'Sweet Home Chicago...'). Devil in a Woodpile; they play blues. They also play country. Ragtime. Hot Jazz. Hillbilly. It's all the same to them. It's all taken from the same well called American Music that existed long before wise guy marketing goons decided to categorize the whole mess."
If you are in or near Chicago, they are having a record release party this Friday 3/11 at the Hideout, 1354 W. Wabansia @10pm. Stop by, say hi and have a cold PBR.
I'm Your Boy, Dr. Dobson!
I finally figured out how to do the picture thing. Now I can get a tech support job with Focus on the Family. Hot damn!
March 04, 2005
The Money's On The Dresser
Fortunately, I heard Air America Radio is making a comeback at the end of this month--if that happens, I'm through with WBEZ except for the late night music. Drop fucking dead, Carl!
Pressure wound alert: more links added today, scroll down to whittle away more of your life online.
March 03, 2005
Clue-by-four to parents: you CHOSE to have children--it's up to YOU, not the rest of the country, to make sure little Ashleigh and Conor are shielded from naughty words and images or subversive ideas. Fuck that it-takes-a-village bullshit; time to lie in the bed you made. Oh, all right--just this once, I'll give you a helping hand. Go and read today's post at Gone Feral for a guide to (painfully) wholesome children's programming. All I ask in return is that whenever you go out to a movie or a halfway decent restaurant, get a goddamned babysitter. Christ.