I Have Unclean Love For This Brain II
Thursday, July 29th, 2004Why the hell aren’t you reading Mouse Words?
{ Sisyphus Shrugged, probably }
Why the hell aren’t you reading Mouse Words?
{ Sisyphus Shrugged, probably }
Jeez, guys, part of the unspoken compact between ‘political fuckers‘ and ‘political fuckees‘ is that you at least pretend to care if people see through your transparent-ass bullshit:
7/19/04, The New Republic Online: July Surprise?
A third source, an official who works under ISI’s director, Lieutenant General Ehsan ul-Haq, informed tnr that the Pakistanis “have been told […]
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backyard
…testing out this Hello dealie. Not terribly robust, but it fits the bill for ‘free hosting without a label’. I can see how computer-illiterates and very small children would find it quite useful, though.
Remember when we just had to take out Saddam because of all those weapons he had, and even though he didn’t have shit we went in anyway because maybe he still had shit because it’s logically impossible to prove a goddamn negative?
Well, now we’ll never be able to prove that our forces aren’t raping […]
I’d had eight thousand instances of ‘FUCK’ all lined up, but the senate actually managed to do the right thing today:
CNN.com, 7/14/04: Same-sex marriage Senate battle over, war is not
[…] The proposed amendment was killed for this session after a procedural vote to move the measure to the Senate floor failed 48-50, or 12 votes […]
I say you don’t showdon’t move time is slowI say… take me out
Sometimes, through sheer bloody-minded fate, an innocent man ends up looking guilty as hell. Then again, sometimes a man looks guilty as hell because he’s fucking guilty as hell.
NYT, 7/9/04: Pentagon Says Bush Records of Service Were Destroyed
HOUSTON, July 8 - Military records that could help establish President Bush’s whereabouts during his disputed service […]
Sophomore year at Pomona, I lived in one of the towers in Harwood. Our room had a slight balcony, just wide enough for a stool whose origin I can’t remember, commanding a view of a grassy bit separating three dorms.Two a night, and only at night, and usually a shower afterwards. Reds in […]