Bill Sizemore is a convicted racketeer who’s made a living by sticking endless initiatives on the Oregon ballot for his in-state and, now, out-of-state masters.
A failed gubernatorial candidate, a failed “toy manufacturer”/entrepreneur, Sizemore now lives in a McMansion in Klamath Falls, Oregon, and, while he endlessly appeals his racketeering conviction, he is back in [...]
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Three Webrings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
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In the Red States where the Shadows lie.(with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien)
his vorpal sword- Thanksgiving Day NostalgiaWhen Santa Claus was real and Newt Gingrich was a mythological creature.
- A Turkey Named ‘Courage’OK, the rewrite is snarky and inappropriate, of course, but we've already established that Faux Nooz™ has a standing philosophy based on two pillars of Faith: 1. Everything President Obama does is wrong and/or evil ... and 2. No blow is too low. So, why the rewrite?
- Rupert’s Racist Rag Regurgitates Rotten Rightingit's sad and sick to see this very (for its time) brave Stanley Kramer film turned into a cheap racial shot by the Klansmen and Klanswomen who boldly weave the bedtime story that is Faux Nooz. And, worse, that nobody's going to call them on it, it would appear.
- Truth v. NarrativeAnd, face it, a significant number of people will always answer "what you tell me" to the question, when catching spouse in flagrante delicto, "What are you going to believe, your lying eyes or what I tell you?"
- November 22: We are now officially a house divided46 years ago today, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was gunned down in cold blood in Dealey Plaza, in Dallas, Texas. This year begins the construction of the George W. Bush Presidential Coloring Bookatorium™ in Dallas. I wonder if anyone at SMU noticed the irony?
- Creationism v. Journalism – A True Story from Real Life™Keen observation is the hallmark of a good journalist. What I just described is the hallmark of a good creationist. And, for the Bible-besotted (or, to be fair, Qu'ran, Book of Mormon, Urantia, Upanishads, Sutras, and, for you Scientologists, two tin cans and a Wheatstone bridge), I will note that there is a profound difference between the two approache […]
- Nebraska Nazi AddendumNazi? You remember that I spoke of the wingnut move into "Brown Shirt" territory, and infamously suggested carnal knowledge of Godwin's Law? Well, from our friends at the ADL* comes this, from Monday ...
- Teabaggers in Portland to protest GoreBut, this is going even further. After the thuggish events at town halls this summer, this is evolving into ever more coordinated, more angry attempts to derail public debate and democratic discussion.
- The State of Journalism in NebraskaNow, one would hope that the news director at Omaha's CBS affiliate, "Action News 3" would remember this, and perhaps take the hint that when the former publisher of THE newspaper in Nebraska takes cudgel in hand against a "front group" called Americans for Limited Government, this would give said news director a clue. Nope.
- Crooks, Racists and Liars (so what else is new?)What is IMPORTANT in all of this (and I'm just using old 'Stoma Bag Andy' as our poster child) is that we have experienced an unprecedented and astonishing crucifixion of the concept of rational thought and debate when all these idjits are "defending" Sarah Palin, and conveniently FORGETTING the astonishing level of idiotic and ham-h […]
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Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back."And, hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
