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Yes whai, and if you thought not you’d better go check out this article and then go look up Jeremiah Wright, and Jim Wallis.
“What they have put out there is a message of intolerance and of hate,” said Nate Phelps.
Pretty strong words coming from the estranged son of the Westboro Church (I refuse to put Baptist in there because no right-minded Bible believing Baptist would allow themselves to be associated with Fred Phelps’ so-called church) pastor. But he’s got a point, especially when you take this next statement into consideration.
“He [Fred Phelps] not only was this violent, cruel and insensitive person with other humans but he insisted that we be that way.”
Lovely. So not only is the pastor not leading his church in the proper ways of the Bible, but he’s forcing his whacked out beliefs on his family. That’s one sick dude.
And in this article, it seems things just get worse…..
An estranged son of anti-gay Kansas pastor Fred Phelps said Wednesday that the spiritual leader of Westboro Baptist Church hit his wife and beat his children with a mattock handle until they bled.
“I think what he does out there is evil,” said Nathan “Nate” Phelps, …
I’ll have to check with Security Services real quick on this one, but I’m fairly certain that would qualify as ASSAULT AND BATTERY.
Yes, the Bible does say that homosexuality is wrong, just check out Leviticus and other places in the New Testament. But what Fred Phelps is doing and the way he is doing it by primarily rioting fallen soldiers funerals’ is absolutely wrong. And contemptuously close to being anti-American in my estimation. Nate Phelps should be commended for calling what his father does, exactly what it is.
Evil, plain and simple.
Last week, two girls “hah skrewl” (a little Rush lingo, there) basketball teams played a game. And one team showed obvious superiority over the other. Perhaps you heard about it.
Kinda reminded me of some of the games I had to witness between my Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets and Fort Worth Dunbar’s perennial Texas HS champion Wildcats. (For the Uninitiated™, I was the Jackets’ BB manager at the time, so I didn’t have much choice – I had to watch those debacles.) In fact, I imagine a few of you SMUT types could probably relate. Especially those of you who were around for a certain game back in 1989.
Anyway, yesterday – after the head coach expressed disagreement with the wimp-assed apology offered by the school’s excuse-for-a-headmaster – said headmaster canned said coach.
It goes a long way towards showing, IYAM, just how pussified our country has become. A coach’s team runs it up on an opponent who, quite frankly, shouldn’t even be on the same court with any team in that league in the first place, and that coach gets his ass bitched at and dumped. Hell™ – as much uproar as there is over this nationally, it’s a damned wonder said winning coach hasn’t yet been accused of child abuse.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for sportsmanship. But I also think that, if you’re going to play, play. Dallas Academy’s coach could have chosen to take his team off the floor after three quarters – or better yet, refused to come out after halftime – and the score would have automatically become 2-0. Two-zip doesn’t quite look as imposing as 100-0, y’know?
But DA’s coach didn’t do that. He kept running them out there, and they kept trying. And they kept failing.
And there’s no shame in that.
I mean, c’mon. This is a high-school game, for Cthulu’s sake. No one’s fewwings are going to be long-term hurt over this. No one is going to suffer some sort of psychosis over being on the short end of a 100-0 score. For there to be this kind of reaction to the final score – and for the winning coach to lose his job over it – is just flat-out asinine in the extreme.
But that’s what you get when you’ve become a country full of pussies.
If you go down the sidebar a bit, just before you get to the StatCounter, you’ll see this:
That comes from a little something over which the pussified Republicans in Snohomish County, WA, got their panties in a slight bunch.
A controversial three dollar bill may have brought Republicans and Democrats together to agree on something.
The bill, which was sold at the Evergreen State Fair’s Republican Party booth in Snohomis County, Washingotn, features Democratic presidential nominee Sen. Barack Obama wearing a headdress, propelling a widespread myth that he is Muslim.
Some call it a joke, but not everyone is laughing.
Which just goes to show you how linguini-spined the Republican party has become in Washington State. But then, that’s what happens when the only “principle” for which one stands there is “Ooooooh, pwease wike me – pweeeeeze???”
Obama is, in fact, a Christian.
Yeah, well, that’s eminently open for debate.
Carol Ronken snapped a picture of the bill, and then called the local newspaper. “It’s racist. It’s disgusting,” said Ronken.
Carol, honeybunch, you’re full of shit, bitchy and repulsive. So how’s it feel having invective tossed back at you like that, hm?
Republican county chair Geri Modrell said she never approved the bill, but insisted the bills were nothing more than a very bad joke. She has asked volunteers to put them away.
And had I been a volunteer, I’d have told her to go pound sand. It’s a damn funny novelty item, and it’s sure to piss off Demoscum.
Which, of course, is why it’s now on my sidebar.
Cheri DeShaw, whose booth sat right across from the Republican Party’s at the fair, said she has heard an earful from visitors.
Oh, I’m sure she has. And I’m equally sure that she’s faced them with puppy-dog eyes, begging for forgiveness for something she didn’t even do. And then the Washington State GOP wonders why few like them.
To them, I say this: Lookie here, chumps. The Constitution guarantees us freedom of speech – even speech that happens to offend folks from time to time. No one has a right to never be offended, and the quicker you jackasses up there learn that, the better. Besides, if you whine and whimper apologies to every buttmunch who ever gets “offended” about something, that’s all you’ll ever spend your time doing.
Not terribly productive, if you ask me.
Modrell said she is working to track down the person responsible, but does not plan to conduct an intensive investigation. She said it is tough enough to recruit volunteers and does not want to alienate another.
“It’s not the policy of this party to use that low level sense of humor,” Modrell said.
Yeah, well, Geri, maybe it should be. And maybe you should re-evaluate your definition of “low level sense of humor”.
Moreover, you should track down the creator of that bill ASAP.
Item: A Dallas banker purchases the house formerly owned by the late Stanley Marcus (for the Uninitiated™, that’s the Stanley Marcus of Needless Markups Neiman Marcus fame). He announces plans to demolish the house, citing “energy concerns”. Maybe it’s a bugger to heat & cool, I dunno.
Because it’s supposedly an historical landmark (why, I’ve no clue – I mean, I know the rich worshipped ol’ Stanley, but really, now), the banker sent notification to the Texas Historical Commission. This triggered a 60-day waiting period, after which no one had a whole lotta say-so in whether he razed the house or not.
Item: A number of “preservationists” – i.e, a hornet’s nest worth of fucking nosy-assed busybodies who apparently have nothing better to do than wring their hands in severe angst over property that’s not theirs and try and tell the owners of said property what they ought toshouldmust do with said property, scream bloody murder about the proposed razing.
Stanley Marcus’ Lakewood house, for decades the most glamorous residence in Dallas, may be torn down by the couple that once spurred efforts to preserve it.
The announcement by Dallas banker Mark Lovvorn, who bought the house from Mr. Marcus in 1994, brought a mixture of shock, surprise and anger from preservationists statewide.
Now, before you try and point out to me, “well, Thpatth, weren’t they the oneth who wanted to pretherve it in the firtht plathe??? Hmmmmm?” – Yes, they did. But if they’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not worth the effort, or cost-effective, or whatever…well, isn’t that their right to make that determination AS THE EFFIN’ PROPERTY OWNERS?????
Moreover, if it is truly their property, who the Hell’s business is it what they do with it? (Subject to zoning restrictions, of course, but that’s not relavant here.)
Katherine Seale, director of Preservation Dallas, called the decision “tragic.”
“In a list of significant houses in Dallas, this is right at the top,” she said. “This is one of the few private residences that can truly be said to define Dallas.”
Oh, but aren’t you having your lapdogs in Dallas local government spend as-yet-untold millions & millions of dollars to build a park with a toll road that has a designer bridge inside a levee that’s gonna flood every fucking time it rains more than .1 of an inch? Isn’t all that supposed to be what “defines Dallas” for the next half-century or more?
C’mon, you high-horsed nose-in-the-air bimboids, make up those ditzy minds!
Jerrie M. Smith, Mr. Marcus’ daughter, said she was shocked by the news that the house may be demolished.
“I would think when you buy a house like that that, you would try to preserve it,” she said.
Really? I would think – being a bit more grounded and practical about it, dearie – that when you buy a house and a tract of land, you’ve paid for the right to do whatever the hell you want with it.
But then, whadda I know? I’m just a right-wing deathbeast who believes in quaint notions like liberty, capitalism and the right to do what you want with your property after you’ve paid for the right with the sweat off your brow.
Damn that pithy, pesky little concept called freedom!
But now, we find that all the whining from the busybody assholes had something of an effect on the linguini spine of the banker:
An embattled Mark Lovvorn said Friday he had changed his mind about demolishing the house built by legendary Dallas retailer Stanley Marcus and will withdraw an earlier notice of that intent to the Texas Historical Commission.
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“Dallas is a city that is dear to us and we will always remain sensitive to the feelings of its citizens,” Mr. Lovvorn said in a brief statement e-mailed to The Dallas Morning News. “Our greatest desire is to maintain a consistent testimony for Christ in all of the issues of life and, in this circumstance, we feel that a strong spirit of cooperation best accomplishes this.
“We will therefore be happy to work closely with the city and state that we love as we explore restoration plans for our home.”
Asked if he was leaving open an option to demolish the house in the future, Mr. Lovvorn took a long pause, then said, “No.”
I lost a lot of respect for this excuse-for-a-man right there. He was in the right, and he let the pressure from the snot-nosed buffoons get to him.
And this thing about “Christian testimony” – sorry, I don’t buy it. I’m pleased he’s a Christian and all, but this had nothing to do with his Christian walk, and I have a feeling he knows it. This was nothing more than a cop-out, and a wishy-washy, half-assed attempt to please a bunch of jackoffs who had absolutely zero business sticking their collective nose where it didn’t belong.
And the fact that this linguini-spined banker guy caved and reversed himself like a pussy leaves one helluva sour taste in my mouth.
And not to put too fine a point on it, the formidable Frank J’s wife, the equally formidable SarahK, delivers a roundhouse steel-toed boot to the Professional Victim Nation™…which, apparently, now includes the Rutgers nappy-headed hos their own selfs.
Meanwhile the Rutgers women’s basketball team appeared Thursday on the Oprah Winfrey show to discuss the controversy. “Not only did he steal our dreams, he hurt our character of Rutgers University, our state, and all who have been associated,” Rutgers Head Coach C. Vivian Stringer said on the show.
Good Gawd A’mighty™, tell me they didn’t just do that. Please tell me they didn’t just go on OkrahOfrah that fat-assed broad’s collective vibrator-jerk and throw their own little pity party???
F.E.J.F.E, as far as I’m concerned. Fuck the entire lot of ‘em.
Not that I’m a fan of Don Imus, okay? Quite the opposite, in fact – I think he’s an asshole.
But, c’mon. He’s getting all this (the latest being his canning by (P)MSNBC) for “nappy-headed hos”?
Puh-leeeeeeze. Isn’t there enough real news going on without this Salacious Sideshow of Suckitude™?
And a quick bitch-slap to the Rutgers bitches – who apparently have led the absolute most sheltered lives in recorded history, despite the fact that they go to school in frackin’ Noo Joisey, for fuck’s sake – because their widdle feewings are hurt:
In their first comments about Imus’ remarks, the team talked Tuesday about how the insult stung. Some of the women wiped away tears as their coach, C. Vivian Stringer, criticized Imus for “racist and sexist remarks that are deplorable, despicable, abominable and unconsionable” the day after they reached the NCAA finals.
The young women, half of them freshmen and eight of them black, expressed incredulity at how someone they’ve never met could say such a thing about them.
“All of our accomplishments were lost … we were stripped of this moment by the degrading comments made by Mr. Imus,” said Heather Zurich, a sophomore forward.
Don’t get out much, do you, bimbos?
Hell, I’ve been called every vile name in the book, and even some that ain’t in the book. (Google “Lord Spatula” if you don’t believe me.) You don’t hear me whining about “racist and sexist remarks that are deplorable, despicable, abominable and unconsionable”, do you?
Grow a pair, ladies. Grow several pair, in fact. Move the fuck on and forget about it. Your pissy-faced reaction to all this has given it a shelf life at least one week longer (and still going) than it would’ve gotten otherwise.
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