'Tis a Pity He's a Whore

Whore.

That's it - one word that describes my gut reaction to one Willard 'Mitt' Romney, the former Governor of Massachusetts, Mormon, and quondam Presidential candidate.

In order to get his sorry ass elected back in 2008, Romney switched positions on health care and gay rights so fast it gave me a crick in my neck. From his slick manner and amazing facility in flip-flopping, I knew he'd be no good at all for the country (and his choice of religion had most of the American Taliban considering him a vicious heretic).

But the depths of his whoredom were yet to be revealed, apparently.

You see, Mittens is posturing himself for a 2012 Presidential run by shifting his residence from Massachusetts to California and rebranding himself as a "West Coast" kind of guy.

Expect Certain People to start squealing that Mitt's embracing "San Francisco values," a la Nancy Pelosi.

But not me.

To me, Mitt will always be a Whore.

Can't Be Bothered

I can't be bothered.

Sarah Palin.

Nuclear policy.

The financial regulation package.

I can't bring myself to create enough vitriol to post about that lot.

So here's my recipe for Dijon Pork Loin roast!

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2 pork loins (they usually come 2 to a package)
Dijon mustard
Honey
Crushed garlic
Crushed dried rosemary

1. Preheat the oven to 350 F.
2. Mix the rub ingredients and rub it on the meat.
3. Cook at 350 for 45 minutes.
4. Enjoy!

March of the Scumbags - Not As Dumb As They Look

But still pretty stupid, really.

Governor Charlie "Nope, Not Gay" Crist decided that he should stick a finger in the eye of the Republican leadership in the Legislature, and vetoed Senate Bill 6. SB6 would have pretty much ended teacher tenure while pegging teacher pay to student test scores. It would have pretty much guaranteed at least two generations of dumb kids coming out of Florida schools - which would have been prime fodder for the state Republican Party.

According to a report from Talking Points Memo, former GOP Senator 'Connie' Mack resigned as Crist's campaign big wheel. Considering that Crist currently has the social cachet of roadkill right now vis-a-vis his primary rival, Marco Rubio, I don't blame Crist for wanting to stick it to the GOP. Crist wanted to be Senator, so he expected the leadership to back him and put the bag on Rubio.

Interestingly, there's a third Teabag candidate, who could leech enough votes away from Rubio to give Crist a slight margin of victory in the primary. That would leave the Democratic candidate, Kendrick Meek, who right now is valiantly trying to get people to pay attention to him for a change.

Kendrick, there's plenty of time for that - let the GOP savage each other, an you can put yourself forward as the Sane Choice.

The "special" (as in special education) session of the Legislature ends on April 30. Still plenty of time for them to fuck things up royally for the state.

"First You Get Down On Your Knees ..."

(hat tip to Crooks & Liars.)

Catholics in Oklahoma (motto: "We Like Federal Subsidies, So Federal Government Should Stay Out")'s St. John Borromeo Church commissioned an icon from an artist who specializes in such things. Using accepted classical forms, the artist did what she was paid to do - create an icon of Jesus on the cross, with the sign "The King of Glory" affixed.

And it looks pretty good - until certain parishioners noticed something.

If you look at the icon as solely an object of veneration, things are fine, but if you have a dirty mind or a diseased imagination (two attributes I enjoy, actually) you see that the appellation "The King of Glory" is entirely appropriate.

Particularly when you realize the icon is Ten Feet High, and posted prominently over the altar.

Naturally, the people with the prurient minds who want to be at least perceived publicly as holier-than-thou drew attention to this, saying that Jesus' abs looked like he was sporting a package that would make a Clydesdale feel inadequate. Naturally, they started screeching that the artist should be ashamed of herself and the icon withdrawn.

I think that these good Catholics should say fifteen Hail Marys and a like number of Our Fathers as a penance for having dirty minds. Honestly. Of course, it also points out the truth to the idea that you bring your own preconceptions to bear on any work of art.

March of the Scumbags - Ejukayshun edishun

We're on the downhill slope of the Flori-Duh Legislature's "special session" and things are heating up. Along with bills designed to fuck police, firefighters and EMTs out of their retirement, the GOP majority in both houses decided to pass bills that would guarantee that future generations of Floridian youth will grow up stupid.

If passed in conference and signed by Governor Charlie "I'm Not Gay, Honestly" Crist, the education bill would strip tenure provisions out of education policy and peg teacher's pay directly to student test scores. So teachers will find their jobs relegated to the status of Wal-Mart greeters and be at the mercy of students who are too busy sexting each other to worry about passing the stinking travesty that is the FCAT.

Teachers already teach to the test, drilling endless repetition and rote learning into students so that they emerge from school not really having learned anything. But that's okay - just so they pass the test with scores good enough to keep the teacher employed and paid, the teachers will be happy to let complete dunderheads pass unremarked.

It's as if the GOP and their enablers have read the following line in the Tao te Ching: "Fill their bellies, and empty their minds; then the people will always be faithful."

Of course, perish the thought that any of these Christ-besotted, Moloch- and Mammon-worshiping scumbubbles would ever read anything so philosophical as the Taoist book.

Shuttle Launch, 4/4/10

As I was driving home this morning, I saw the Space Shuttle lifting off. By the time I got home, the spacecraft was out of view, but its contrail remained, lit by the rising sun.

I had to get a picture of it, as the upper portion was curled up as you see. This was taken 25 minutes after launch.

Neat.

Obligatory Sex Post

(Can't be the Friday edition, as it's Sunday. Sheesh.)

Some people have too much time on their hands. Exhibit A here.

Probably NSFW.

March of the Scumbags - 67 Billion Reasons to Vote Democratic

The House of Reprehensibles in Tallahassee (motto - "A Phallic Capitol to Illustrate Our Need to Fuck the Voters") has managed to sign off on a $67 billion budget that succeeds in ensuring that the deficit hole gets closed, at the cost of sacrificing old people to lonely deaths in dingy flophouses.

Or, as St. Petersburg Democrat Darryl Rouson asked, (rhetorically, one assumes),"How long will blinded justice in the form of cuts cloud the future vision of this great state and drive bright-eyed wisdom from her sacred throne?"

Quite a while, Darryl. See, you and your entire caucus voted against the bill, but it didn't matter. The Republican "wouldn't raise taxes if our lives depended on it" caucus has an absolute majority, and the Dems can't manage to get a fart enacted if the GOP doesn't allow it.

Still, one can't fault the GOP for being consistent - consistently wrong, that is.

Taxes are part of the deal if you want government. As Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes put it, "With taxes, I buy civilization."