I was on Facebook, and my friend posted this status update: “Don’t go see Legion.  It’s not worth your money.”
     Her boyfriend Josh commented underneath that, “Lmao, I just posted that.  Irony.” 
     Underneath his comment, I wrote, “Not to be a stickler or anything, but, Josh, that’s not irony; that’s a coincidence.” 
     Josh then proceeds to make an ass of himself: “It’s irony.  I know what irony is.”
     And then comes the schooling, courtesy of yours truly: “When you accidentally do something at the same time as someone else, as you did, that’s a coincidence.  Irony is like if someone takes a medicine that is meant to cure them, but instead it kills them.  That’s irony.  Or if you try all day not to yawn, but the process of doing so is so tiring, you can’t help but yawn.  That’s irony.  Now you know what irony is.”

     Folks, it’s true.  I’ve fallen in love.  I’ve fallen…in LOVE!  I’ve never, ever felt this way about a phone before.  Never…ever.  Ever.
     Let me be the first to say that I have never been a fan of touchscreen phones.  Not only am I a non-fan, I simply am incapable of texting on them.  I need buttons.  I am also not the most up-to-date person when it comes to electronics.  I only learned a few months ago what a DVR was, and up until a year ago, I was buying 30-dollar, 300-minute phone cards about every five weeks to use this:

 

     Like I said, though, that was only until a year ago, when I replaced it with this:

     I was pretty darned pleased with this phone when I got it.  Still am.  But now, people…now I have met…

Nexus One

     I spent a lot of time on the Internet last night looking at pictures and watching videos of this sweet mama.  And because I’m such a nice guy, I’m providing one such video here.  Be-low:

Okay, scratch that.  The GoogleNexusOne channel on YouTube has disabled embedding videos, so you’ll have to make do with a link: pa-pa-pow!
     Watch the video and then tell me: Am I right or am I right?

     I just got out of the bathroom.  It was freakin’ HUGE.  It was one of those ones that you look down at and you know you better flush before you wipe or else the whole place is likely to go down in a furious flood.  This thing was so big, one end of it was down in the little drain tunnel/hole thing while the other end was above the water, accounting for a whole half of the thing, resting on the sloped porcelain like a rotten beached whale.  (This, by the way, is what caused the terrifically ferocious smell not found in the common poop that stays completely under the water where the smell is stays covered.)  I knew from the size of this great leviathan that I should flush before I wiped, so I did just that.
     And it still clogged the toilet!  My turd alone, without the aid of toilet paper or other wiping cloth of any kind, clogged the toilet!  And to think I was in such an excited hurry to get to the bathroom!  I almost shat my pants running through the dining room to get there.  Thank God for two sphincter muscles, huh? 
     I clog the toilet, the beast is still there, I have yet to wipe, but I can’t, or else I’ll add more material for the toilet to flush and it might overflow, and I think the general consensus on such an occurrence would be an immediate “aw, hell naw!”  So what do I do?
     I use my BlackBerry (in my pocket, thank the Lord) to access Twitter, and I tweet about it for ten minutes.  It’s not usual to spend ten minutes writing 160 characters or less, but on a BlackBerry and a poorly designed mobile version of the site, yes, it is.  After the ten minutes passed, I felt fairly confident that the turd had softened enough to send it through the pipes where it already defied being sent once before. 
     I flush. 
     The water is unsure; it stays level and swirls very slowly.
     Then it decides: it goes down one ounce at a time, the beast keeping firm foot to the porcelain.
     And then a nudge!  A budge!  A slow descend and then a proud victory!
     Or so I thought.  My poop had flushed down the drain tunnel/hole thing in the toilet, but only down to the final tip.  It lingered there, bobbed there, taunted me there. 
     “You’ll never get rid of me, Chrisy boy,” it smeared, er, sneered.
     “That’s what you think!”  It was a battle cry that I shouted, standing on both feet and looking down into the bowl, pants around my ankles.  “Prepare to die!”  I raised my sword (I keep it under the sink) and struck the flusher handle thing with it. 
     With the cry of a banshee, my poop went down, down, down.  I laughed like a many-muscled gladiator or something.  I sheathed my sword (put it back in the cabinet under the sink). It was a glorious defeat.
     Then I Lysol’d the heck out of the place.

     Am I a racist?  No, but I have mastered the art of Ripping New Ass Holes. 
     It was Christmas Eve.  I was on Facebook.  I wrote this: “‘Murry’ Christmas, everybody.  ‘Cause I’m black.  Haha, nah, I’m not really.  Merry Christmas.”
     Now, this was funny to me, and that’s why I wrote it.  But I have a black friend named Gordon–he’s much older, maybe 50 or so–and he has a black wife named Joyce whom I’ve never met.  Evidently my good tidings were not funny to Joyce.  This is what Gordon wrote to me on her behalf:
     “From Joyce: If this was meant to be funny it wasn’t.  Any black person reading this would be offended and think you [are a] racist.  Are you a racist?”
     Anybody who knows me knows that I do sometimes have a controversial sense of humor and that I have no tolerance for political correctness, and when I see black people playing that hideous card, that Race of Spades, my blood boils.  In this particular case, I felt God hadn’t given Joyce enough ass holes, so I decided to rip her a few extra ones.  Here’s what I responded with:
     “I think the more relevant question is this: Do white people get offended when Dave Chappelle imitates a white person for a stand-up joke by pronouncing everything perfectly?  What about when he wears white makeup and a blonde wig?  Would white people think it’s racist?  No.  Because it’s a joke.  And it’s silly to make my skin color a crutch like that.  Do you think Dave Chappelle is racist against whites when he imitates the characteristics of white people?  No?  So then you can’t think it’s racist for a white person to imitate the characteristics of a black person.  That’s called a double standard, or hypocrisy, or being a liberal.  Do we white people get offended when Chris Rock imitates white people?  No.  Do we white people get offended when he says to his audience, ‘Every black person in this audience hates white people,’ and the whole black audience stands up and cheers?  Yes.  And we should.  And you, as an opponent of racism, should denounce all forms of racism, not just when it’s against black people.  Do black people get offended when they watch Family Guy?  ‘Cause the black character in that show says ‘terrible’ like ‘turrible.’  But do the black fans of that show get offended?  No.  ‘Cause it’s a joke.  Do black people get offended at Tyler Perry’s movies and TV shows?  Those movies and shows repeatedly stereotype the behavior and characteristics of black people.  Is it acceptable to you because Tyler Perry himself is black, or…?  If you can answer all of those questions, I’ll answer yours, even though the answer should be obvious: I’m not racist, I just have a sense of humor.”
     I can’t wait to hear her reply.  I’m so excited!

[EDIT: Monday, December 28, 2:55 a.m.]

     She responded!  Oh, her ignorance was frustrating, but I fared well, I think.  Here’s what she responded with:
     “Chris, you are not Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock or Tyler Perry.  All three are very funny and get paid very well for their comedic view of the world.  They are equal opportunity comedians.  No group is safe.  I’ll tell you why Tyler Perry’s characters are acceptable to most (not all) of us.  It’s because we can relate to his stories and there is no malicious intent.  We watch these shows because we know their [sic] going to make us laugh.  They are also edgy and provocative and make us think.  Most of Tyler Perry’s themes have a very serious underlying message about problems in all communities but which are disproportionately evident in the black community–drug addiction, domestic violence, child abuse, infidelity, etc. I just wanted to know why your Merry Christmas wish had to include a comment about how you think black people talk.  Quite frankly, you protest too much.  The first four paragraphs of your response came off a little too defensive and over the top.  The last paragraph was all that was needed.”
     And now my turn:
     “I forgot that only famous people are allowed to exercise their First Amendment rights, and I forgot only black people, celebrities or not, are allowed to be controversial.  My mistake.  I’ll make sure to stop myself next time before I write anything that could be deemed racist by people to whom skin color is a big deal. 
     “No, I’m not Dave Chappelle.  Who the bloody heck cares?  The Constitution doesn’t care.  Because I don’t get paid as much and because you think only their racial jokes are funny means I can’t say what I want, but they can?  You’re acting as if Tyler Perry and Chris Rock should be given special privileges because of the color of their skin.  That is racism. Quotas and affirmative action are racism: ‘No, they can say it because they’re black.’  Or, ‘No, you can’t fire her.  She’s black!’  It really is a detriment and, quite frankly, an absolute nuisance to society that people like that refuse to let racism fade. 
     “I protest too much?  A, there is no such thing as protesting too much.  That’s the equivalent of saying, ‘You exercise your First Amendment rights too much.’  I understand a liberal thinking the First Amendment should be done away with, but to just outright say it?  And B, what on earth is it that I protested?  When did I protest?  I wasn’t in D.C. when record amounts of people showed up from every state in America to protest the dollar-destroying, budget- and record-breaking spending.  I didn’t want to deal with the traffic, honestly.  So what did I protest?  And C, if I were to protest anything on my site–or anywhere, really–what difference does it make to you or anybody else?
     “The very simple point of all of this is this: I mimicked the way some black people talk, and you called it offensive and implied that you believed me to be a racist. So my one question to you, if you decide to only respond to one point in this comment, is this: Why don’t you get offended when Dave Chappelle mimics the way a white person talks?  After all, if you assume me to be racist for mimicking a black person, you must also assume Chappelle is racist for mimicking a white person.  If what I did offended you, then what he does must offend you even more since he does it even more.
     “Finally, you say my initial response came across as defensive and over the top.  Defensive?  Yes.  I know it’s silly, but I tend to get defensive when people imply I’m a racist.  Over the top?  Well, you’ll probably think this one tops that.  What you call ‘over the top,’ I call thorough and not-ignoring-any-points-you-make.  But, tomato/to-mah-to; merry/murry.    

     I had a conversation tonight on an online dating site called OkCupid.  It was all three of these: interesting, frustrating, hilarious, and, oh yeah, a fourth thing, I-kicked-ass. 
     See, I was talking to a new friend of mine on OkCupid’s IM system.  Her name is Raven, 24 years old, lives about a mile from me.  She was using her friend’s laptop (or rather the laptop of whom I thought was her friend).  This “friend” is named Johanna, but everyone just calls her Jo Jo.  Cute.  Raven mentioned in passing that Jo Jo was “doing blow” in the living room and was high.  Cute and charming!  Then Raven went silent for a few minutes.  I checked my inbox, and it appeared that she had just sent me a message.  I opened it up.  It said that Jo Jo had come into the room and slammed close the laptop over her, Raven’s, fingers and kicked her off.  It was at that point that Jo Jo IM’d me.
     I am presenting the highlights of our conversation below.  Names have not been changed because, no, I don’t believe in protecting the privacy of morons, namely Jo Jo:

     Jo Jo: whos this. who the fuck is this
     ME: Oh boy, haha. Is this Johanna?  This is Chris.  Nobody special.
     Jo Jo: cchris who…how did you get my name
     ME: Raven mentioned your name was Jojo.
     Jo Jo: motha fuck
     ME: I said I had a parrot named Jojo once.  She said, “Well, her real name is Johanna.”  And I figured that you and I aren’t friends yet, so I should call you by your real name.
     Jo Jo: raven fucked up my computer
     ME: No she didn’t, haha.  You’re just high.  It’s okay, your computer is fine.
     Jo Jo: high as a kite mfer
     ME: Very productive.

Jump ahead about one minute, and then this:

     Jo Jo: how do you know raven
     ME: I only know her through this site.
     Jo Jo: she is a psyco bitch, comes over her and steals my food
     ME: Steals your food?!?! MAN! What a psycho bitch!
     Jo Jo: shes bad news…..u better stay away….she is only l7. how old are you
     ME: How do you know she’s 17??
     Jo Jo: she lives across the hall from me i get high with her daddy

This whole time, Jo Jo is talking to me on Raven’s account, so Jo Jo says, “Gotta go……..get the hell on my screen name.”  Now, I thought she was telling me that she was switching to her own account and that she wanted me to send her a message to her screen name.  This is not what she meant, however.  What she meant was basically, “I’m signing off Raven’s account and gonna get onto my own.”  She wasn’t telling me to message her, but because I thought she was, I asked her what her screen name was, to which she responded with:

     Jo Jo: listen i am not going to give my name out to every fuck she talks tooooo get a life jerko
     ME: You just told me to get on yours.
     Jo Jo: go jerk off
     ME: You’re telling me to get a life, and yet you’re getting high with a young girl’s dad?!
     Jo Jo: who are u jesus christ
     ME: You can tell me to get a life, but I can’t tell you to get a life?  I see.  They call that a “double standard,” and this indicates you’re a Liberal.  Let’s look at what just happened: You told me to IM you on YOUR screen name.  Then I said, “Okay, what is it?”  Then you said you weren’t gonna tell me and I’m “a fuck” and for me to go masturbate.
     Jo Jo: jessssssusssss christ….gotta go your psyco bullshit ounds like ur are disfunctional
     ME: I’m dysfunctional?  You’re high!  With your friend’s dad!
     Jo Jo: better high than disfunctional
     ME: Being high IS dysfunction.  It is a lack of functionability.
     Jo Jo: u sound like one of those bullshit do gooders
     ME: How do I sound like I’m a do-gooder? Do-gooders are GOOD, for one thing, because they DO GOOD. But what’s so “goody 2 shoes” about saying you shouldn’t be doing cocaine?
     Jo Jo: fu off fu off fu off

After a bit more arguing, none of which is funny enough to post here, I eventually asked her how old she was.  The answer she gave: “30 and some months.”  Thirty and some months.  So here we have a thirty-year-old, right?  A full-grown woman.  What full-grown thirty-year-old woman do you know who answers the question, “How old are you?” with her age and then the number of extra months?  It’s the perfect equivalent of saying, “Thirty and a half.” 
     Then she called me a loser.  Normally when someone calls me a loser, I don’t go all Marty McFly on them (“Nobody…calls me chicken, Biff, nobody!”)  But when a loser by anybody’s standards calls me a loser, that’s different.  That I can’t get past.  If she were someone else, it would have gone in one ear and out the other, all stealth-like.  But this is how it went instead, starting from the trigger point:

     Jo Jo: you must be some loser she [Raven] is talking too
     ME: Yes, I’m a loser. I’m 30 and I still do drugs to shelter myself from my sad, pathetic life and the harsh world outside.  Yes, I’m the loser.  You figured it out.
     Jo Jo: byyyyy byyyy loser
     ME: Do something with your life.
     Jo Jo: U sound like you need a life    
     ME: Maybe I should ignore the realities of the world, right? And get high?  Maybe I should waste half my life high on a couch.  Maybe you can help me.  Do you think you can help me?  I really need to give up my schooling and give up my art and my photography.  I need to give up all the things that make me happy and I need to just wither away on a couch with red eyes and a fried brain.  Yes, that’s the life I’d like to have.  Please, can you tell me how I too can achieve all that you’ve accomplished, because you sure have accomplished a lot!

It was somewhere in the middle of my rant there that Jo Jo unfortunately went offline , denying me what surely could have been another twenty minutes of entertainment (and frustration, I admit; even though I don’t need to admit that here since I mentioned the frustration at the beginning of this post).
     So what did everybody else do this evening?

     Apparently today is World AIDS Day.  No doubt there will be dumb celebrity after dumb celebrity after dumb celebrity after dumb celebrity (irony?) after dumb celebrity after dumb celebrity’s kids (inappropriate?) being paid $10,000 to donate $5,000 and raise “awareness” of AIDS (politi-speak for “endorsing condoms”) all over TV and the Internet.
     Seriously, is anybody unaware of AIDS and other STDs?  Anybody at all?
     Enough with this “fighting” AIDS crap, I say.  There is no fight against AIDS because there is nothing to fight.  You can’t “lose” to AIDS; you can only lose to your sexual temptations.  Stop having promiscuous sex and you’ll stop getting AIDS.  Problem solved.  And if you were unaware of AIDS before this post, you’re welcome; I just did all that anyone can possibly do to try to prevent someone from getting AIDS.

     Hey, everybody.  In this day and age, people are becoming more and more open-minded.  I love to see that.  It fills me with hope that things will change someday soon.  People who are advocates of equality for all, regardless of sexual orientation or race or age or gender, are true blessings to society.  We need more people like this in the world.
     Like homosexuals, though, I have a dilemma, and I need as much support as I can get.  See, my mom died when I was five, and I was an only child.  When she died, it was just me and my dad.  Over the years, he and I truly fell in love with each other.  I’ve done Google searches for petitions for people in my situation, but all I ever find are petitions for gay marriage and “equal rights,” (but when these sites refer to equal rights, they’re really only referring to gay rights).  So does anybody know of a site where there is a petition that shows support for marriages for people in my situation (and similar situations)?  Please?  I am 21, so I’m certainly of legal age, and my dad and I would greatly appreciate the same rights that straight couples have and that gay people are on their way to having.  So does anybody know of a petition that truly supports equal rights for all?

I’ve already gone into this topic before on another site, but I just left a comment on this stupid Huffington Post article, and I thought I’d bring it on over here to Xanga.  That article briefly mentions some nonsense about how there are around 1,500 species of animals, including bugs, who practice “some form of homosexuality.”  The author of the article also says she is a gay Christian, and she wrote about Joel Osteen saiying that gay people are of course allowed in his church, but that we should be the best we can be for God.  She got offended, thinking he was implying that gay Christians aren’t as good as straight Christians.  So that’s what the article was about.  Here is my response to it:

     There are zero (0) animals that show homosexual tendencies.  When a male dog humps another male dog, would you say he’s gay?  No, you’d say he’s an animal and he has untamed animal instincts.  When a dog humps a pillow, would you say he has an attraction to pillows and is “pillowsexual”?  No!  That’s absurd, right?  How about when he humps my leg?  Is he a “legasexual”?  No.  See, homosexuality is about attraction.  If a man is attracted to another man, then he is gay.  Dogs and fruit flies and other animals do not feel sexual attraction.  They feel urges only, and they act those urges out without regard to whether it’s normal or right.  Humans are expected to be above animals in this way; we are expected to have more self-control. 
     A vagina works with a penis and only with a penis because that is the way “nature” intended it.  Not only God, but biology and “evolution” disagree with homosexuality.  It does nothing to advance civilization, so there is no need for it in nature.  Any “natural” feelings gay people have are not from nature at all.  Nor are they from God, Who intended males to be with females and Who created love only between men and women.  This is a fact that all Christians must accept. 
     That said, God does love gay people just as much as straight people.  And so should we.  But God also disapproves of the sin of acting out homosexual desires just as much as He disapproves of lying and murdering and stealing.  What makes gay “Christians” think their homosexuality is the only sin God is fine with (as the Christian Bible clearly states it’s an abomination against God and all that He intended for us)?  It’s because gayness suits gay people’s lifestyle, and they don’t want to give it up.  So they convince themselves it’s not wrong.  Just like a homeless person who steals will convince himself that stealing, in his case, is okay in God’s eyes since he is homeless; he’s just subconsciously deluding himself so that he can continue practicing his lifestyle without feeling any guilt towards the God he claims to follow.

     A few months ago, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, someone called the police and said she thought someone was trying to break into the house next door.  An officer by the name of Crowley and a few others were sent to the scene.  Crowley was, and presumably still is, a white guy, and one of his partners was/is a black guy.  When they got there, they saw a 60-ish black man named Gates trying to get into a house (as it would eventually turn out, it was his own house).  So the police–remember, a white cop and a black cop–asked him to step outside (he was already in his house at this point) so they could question him.  Reasonable, right?  He was struggling with the front door, a neighbor said something was suspicious, so of course the police are going to do their job and just ask some simple questions and ask for proof that Gates lived there.  But, as we could only have expected, Gates started yelling and causing a scene and calling the white officer a son of a bitch and saying things about the cop’s mother and calling him a racist.  So then the cops–the white cop and the black cop–arrested Gates, all while Gates is still going on and on shouting anti-white slurs and insults at the white cop.  And our wonderfully articulate president, who here in the United States is literally worshiped as a god of sorts, had this to say:

“I don’t know, not having been there and not seeing all the facts, what role race played….But I think it’s fair to say…the Cambridge police acted stupidly.”

     Please note: “…not seeing all the facts….”    
     Let me embolden that for you:  “…not seeing all the facts….”    
     Now keep that in mind.  Keep that in mind as I merge into another topic:    
     This past Thursday, November 5, a man named Nidal Malik Hasan shot 43 people at an Army base in Texas known as Fort Hood, killing 13 of them.  He was a radical Islamist who hated America, shouting “Allah is greatest!” before going batsh*t crazy on everyone.    
     In the past 48 hours or so, it has come out that Nidal Hasan had attempted to contact al-Qaeda via email several times in recent months.  He also attended a radical Islamic mosque, the leader of which was a mentor of sorts to the 9/11 hijackers.  And according to a fellow Army doctor named Val Finell, Nidal Hasan always said he was “a Muslim first and an American second,” and that this attitude of his clearly showed.    
     Here is where it gets scary: The CIA was made aware of this months ago.  And you know why the Army didn’t do anything?  Because they were afraid of being “politically incorrect” and sounding “anti-Muslim.”  Kicking him out of the Army for being an Islamic extremist would have had those on the left shouting, “Intolerance!  Intolerance!”     
     Here is where it gets even scarier: between June 2008 and February 2009, Nidal Hasan was an audience member during a number of Homeland Security Policy Institute (HSPI) events at George Washington University.  (That’s not the scary part; the left-wing, mainstream media acknowledges this, as does the Obama administration.)  The scary thing–and this is the information the media omits so as to prevent any further tainting of their Lord–is that within a few months, by May 2009, Nidal Hasan was a sitting member of HPSI’s task force on security issues.  This means he was responsible for formulating “security priorities” for the Obama administration.  He worked for the transition team whose job it was to answer to and advise Obama on security priorities.     
     If I may digress briefly: Bush protected this country from any further terrorist attacks after 9/11.  We prevented an attack on the Brooklyn Bridge in NY, and another in Los Angeles, CA.  Do you know how we foiled those plots?  Because we waterboarded.  (By the way, only three terrorists were ever subjected to waterboarding at Guantanamo Bay.)  Those we waterboarded finally gave in and told us the invaluable information that foiled those two attacks and no doubt saved thousands of lives.  (And as a digression from my digression, isn’t it effed-up that we gave the prisoners at Guantanamo the H1N1 vaccine even though there was a major shortage for actual, American, non-terrorist citizens?  Also, if the government can’t manage the system of H1N1 vaccines, can you imagine how terrible they will be at managing health insurance?  Socialized medicine has never worked in history, and this H1N1-vaccine debacle is just a small preview of what is yet to come if we let the government take over.)    
     But back on track: the Obama-endorsed “hate speech” earmark that was recently attached to a defense-spending bill (which cut funds to our military since national security is apparently a moot point in Lord Obama’s eyes) has caused the fear in everyone that if they say something which can be considered “hateful,” they will get fined or go to jail and have a “hate crime” on their record.  Obama has turned this country into a bunch of free-speech-hating/fearing cowards!  (By the way, this earmark does not protect Christians from hate speech, but it does protect pedophiles from it.  Is that effed-up or what?  Democrats, man, I swear.)  Instead of the radical Islam nations of the world fearing America’s toughness towards terrorism in the Bush years, the world is now laughing at how weak Obama has made us look.  Those of us who saw through the hype and the lies a year ago during the 2008 presidential elections said it first: “Obama is soft on terrorism, as the record has shown in the past, and we will have another terrorist attack here on American soil if he becomes president.”   And whataya know?  We were right.  We were attacked.  By a terrorist.  That the CIA knew about.  But because of Obama, the Army was too afraid to kick that terrorist out.    
     Remember that Crowley/Gates situation?  Remember I asked you to keep Obama’s quote in mind?  Scroll up and reread Obama’s quote about how the police acted stupidly even though we didn’t have all the facts.  Okay, now hear what Obama had to say about this Fort Hood terrorist situation.  It’s a real punch line of a quote:

“We don’t have all the answers yet, and I would caution against jumping to conclusions until we have all the facts.”

     Yeah.  Why didn’t he say that when it involved a black man shouting profanity and racial slurs and other vulgarities at a white cop?     
     Want to know something even more incredible?  Here is Obama’s schedule for the Saturday two days after the massacre:    

• 11:25AM THE PRESIDENT addresses the House Democratic Caucus – Cannon House Office Building

    

• 2:30PM THE PRESIDENT makes a statement to the press on Health Care – Rose Garden

    

• 2:45PM THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart The White House en route Camp David – South Lawn

     A whole five days passed before Obama visited Ford Hood with an entire camera crew the following Tuesday.  But come on, let’s give him a break.  He couldn’t possibly have gone any sooner.  After all, his Saturday schedule was booked playing golf at Camp David.  You know who did visit Fort Hood and the grieving families of the victims the very next day after the shooting?  Former President George W. Bush and his wife Laura.  And they did it without a big announcement and without a camera crew for a photo op.  See, the Bushes have class.  They have a powerful respect for our military.  They are a truly patriotic couple.  But Obama showed more concern about the aforementioned Gates incident than this Jihad on our own military.  Heck, he even put priority on government-run health insurance when he was bugged into giving a news conference specifically to address the massacre, but decided to use the first two minutes of his address to advance his health care agenda.    
     The question I have is this: How red does the flag have to be for the extreme leftists to end this idolatry of Obama?  If the Independents, who are generally the most open-minded, can stop worshiping him (as they already have), isn’t that at the very least a sign to the extreme leftists that something is not quite right and that it’s time to open their eyes and see Obama for what he does instead of what he says?

Oh no. Oh good Lord, help this country. The new Marxist health care bill–which will add $900 billion in debt* to our children, reduce the number of doctors, cover illegal aliens, force people to switch to government-controlled insurance, raise taxes on the middle class, and allow politicians in Washington to decide our treatments for us instead of deciding for ourselves and instead of doctors deciding–just passed.  May God damn Obama for fucking the Constitution.  Fuck Obama.

[Edit: $1.4 TRILLION will be the debt incurred if the House bill is signed.  $900 billion is the debt from the Senate bill.]