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The More Astute Amongst You™ will note that I have linked to Michael Savage (he of the Savage Nation and one damned fine talk show host).

Savage is bang-on about the Terri Schiavo travesty of justice, and you’d do well to listen to him.  (For you Dallasites, he’s on KSKY 660 from 5 (5?) until 8.)

You will also note that I’ve delinked Gut Rumbles.  This is why.

You people who’re trying to hide Mikey Shitstain behind the Constitution make me sick.  Bleat about the so-called “Rule Of Law™″ all you want.

The fact is that if the United States Constitution cannot save the life of one innocent woman, who’s being murdered by a gonorrheic excuse-for-a-husband who’s likely going to get off scot-free, then as far as I’m concerned the Constitution would be of more use wiping my ass.

What fucking good is a Constitution that is incapable of protecting the most helpless among us?

And mark my words – if they can do this to Terri Schiavo, they can do this to me or you.  And we don’t even have to be close to death for this to happen – Terri Schiavo wasn’t close to death (no thanks to Mikey Shitstain), and they decided she  was a waste of oxygen.

Could you be next?

The Declaration of Independence – our founding document, for those of you who haven’t kept up – says that among our inalienable rights is “life,  liberty and the pursuit of happiness”.  And those words are every fucking bit as valid as the words “separation of church and state” which a lot of you bastards like to poutingly point to every damned time you see any reference to Jesus Christ that doesn’t have an “H” in the middle of it.

Without life, there can be no liberty.  There can be no pursuit of happiness.  And now some of you want to deprive an innocent woman of her  life.  Rob “Acidman” Smith seems to have no problem with taking Terri Schiavo’s life, simply because she doesn’t measure up to his  standards of sentience – because, in his own words, Terri Schiavo “has the brain of a zuchinni”.

Well, Acidman, old boy, to use your own words – if Terri’s level of sentience doesn’t meet with your standards…then LOWER YOUR STANDARDS.  Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?

I know this  much:  You’re not someone worthy of my blogroll.

UPDATE:  Well, well, well.  Little Aciddick took notice.

I’ve been ceremoniously de-linked again. Well, that’s a person’s right, and I’ll try not to lose a whole lot of sleep over it. I’ve been de-linked by better blogs than that one before.

And that’s supposed to prove…what again?  That people superior to either you or me know your bullshit and have rejected it?

Thanks for making my case for me.

I still find it interesting the way some people react when they read MY humble opinions and don’t like them. They get all pouty and angry. They’ll show ME! They’ll take their ball and stomp home to mama, who will hug them, dry their tears, kiss their bo-bos and make them feel better.

Yeah, well I  find it interesting that, while you took zero notice of me linking you in the first place, you’re ready to throw what for you is a virtual temper tantrum over your de-linking.

You do  remember why I linked you in the first place, don’t you, Robbie?  I identified with the way that the Bloodless Cunt was treating you, and wanted to show a little solidarity over that.  Remember?

Hmmm, maybe she had a point.

Well… EXCUSE ME! And FUCK YOU!

Pussy.

You’ve got my address, asswipe.  Anytime you wanna try and call me that to my face, feel free.

Chickenshit.

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Denizens, when I came up with the moniker “King & Tyrant”, any thinking person could immediately see that the reference was tongue-in-cheek.  About the only things I rule in my household are my dog and cat – and they’ll debate you on that. 

But that doesn’t compare to the tinhorn excuse-for-a-dictator who hides his skanky ass behind a black robe.  I do, of course, refer to the Bedwetting Baron of Bombastic Bullshit™, Georgie-Porgie Greer, a pathetic excuse-for-a-judge down in Flori-duh, and He Who Thinks He’s God™ when it comes to Terri Schiavo.

This son-of-a-syphilitic-sow thinks he has more control of the Flori-duh state police than the governor of the fucking state,  for Gawd’s sake!

The Florida judge who has consistently ruled against efforts to keep Terri Schiavo alive has said no to an effort by the state’s Department of Children and Families to rescue the brain-injured woman by physically removing her, but a department spokeswoman says the state agency still could take action without judicial approval.

Pinellas Circuit Court Judge George Greer said the state cannot take Schiavo into custody, nor provide her food or water.

Just who the fuck  does this asshole think he is???   Who died and made him  God???

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When you read Scripture concerning end-times prophecy, you find one very interesting tidbit:  Nowhere does it make mention of any entity symbolizing or making mention of the United States.

From that, one can infer that the United States is not a player during end-times.

Having said that…when the United States of America is wiped from the face of the earth without even so much as a “by your leave” during the next world war (the one started by the Antichrist during the Tribulation), it’s my opinion that this – or rather, the callous disregard for life behind it – will have played a large role in our demise.

We reap what we sow, people.  We treat helpless life like this, some power’s gonna rise up against us and treat us the same way.

Just sayin’, is all.

And a special memo to Georgie-Porgie Felon Felos:

A lawyer for Michael Schiavo said he was “very pleased” by the initial appeals court ruling. But he worried that, as her parents ran out of options, either Gov. Jeb Bush or lawmakers might try again to take Terri Schiavo into their custody and circumvent years of court rulings that support the husband’s position. Michael Schiavo argued that his wife has no hope of recovery and would want to die.

“They have no more power than you or I or a person walking down the street to say we have the right to take Terri Schiavo,” attorney George Felos said in a state court hearing.

You have no more power to starve that innocent girl to death than I have to snap your scrawny pencil-neck, you fucktarded pissweasel.

But if you ever get within five feet of me, see how much good that  does you, Felos, you pathetic shitstain.

UPDATE:  The Florida Senate yesterday turned thumbs down on a bill that would have allowed Terri to be taken into protective custody.

Fuck you, Florida.   There’s no way in Hell I’d come down there to live now.  And Disney World and Universal Studios can flat-out forget about my  business.

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In the interest of helping to call attention to the outrageous travesty of justice going on in Florida right now, I’ve placed a link to the Blogs for Terri  site and  their blogroll on the sidebar.

Let’s keep fighting this needle-dicked bastard Mikey Shitstain until we have the asswipe behind bars, Denizens.

Thatisall.

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Add the name of James Whittemore to the list of Horse-Fellating Buttfucked Weasel Bastards™ who have a special place reserved for them in Hell™ over their complicity in the impending murder of Terri Schiavo.

I suppose it hardly comes as much of a surprise, given that this needle-dick on the bench is an appointee of Kaiser Wilhelm von WomanAbuser (Juanita Broaddrick, Paula Jones, call your offices).  But you have to think that at some  point, there’s got to be a bona fide  judge who can see for himself just what a travesty of justice this has become, just how many of Florida’s own statutes have been violated just in the care (or lack thereof) of Terri.

And we don’t even begin  to cover the ever-increasing likelihood that widdle Mikey Shitstain put her in this condtion in the first place.  (Side Note:  No, don’t give me that bullshit about how that’s merely hearsay.  I have just as much evidence that Mikey Shitstain is responsible for Terri being this way as he does that she’d want to be starved to death like this.  Two can play this “hearsay” game, y’know.)

Whittemore wrote that Terri Schiavo’s “life and liberty interests” had been protected by Florida courts. Despite “these difficult and time strained circumstances,” he wrote, “this court is constrained to apply the law to the issues before it.”

Oh, really, Judge Witless?  Pray tell, how have these laws been applied to this case, other than the fact that said laws have been completely ignored,  you braying anti-life jackass?

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Read this.  Then tell me Terri Schiavo’s in a “persistent vegetative state”.

When she put a washcloth in Terri’s hands to keep her fingers from curling together, Iyer said, “Michael saw it and made me take it out, saying that was therapy” that he had forbidden.

Ask yourself why Widdle Mikey Shitstain would forbid treatment on his wife.  Think maybe it was because he didn’t want her to get better?

“Throughout my time at Palm Gardens, Michael Schiavo was focused on Terri’s death,” the RN noted. “Michael would say ‘When is she going to die?’ ‘Has she died yet?’ and ‘When is that bitch gonna die?’”

Excuse me.  I think I’m going to have an RCOB moment

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Hopefully, you’ve heard the old saying:  “It was a location thing – you had to be there”.

Well, you had to actually be at  the Texas Blogfest 2005 in order to fully appreciate the atmosphere and the cameraderie.  Those of you who had Yahoo Messenger got to see at least a little bit of the happenings from one of two webcams.  (Yeah, I know – you had to ask the SpatulaGoddess’ permission to view hers – need to talk with her about that. )

By now, you’ve seen the post below about the crew coming and saying it to my face (grin) Saturday for lunch.  Am pleased to report that, according to a consensus of attendees, Atkins Train-Wreck Stew™ – so named because when I make it, it’s usually a train-wreck (g) – got an overwhelming “two thumbs way up”.  Guys, I’m really pleased you liked it – I was worried I was going to need massive spew warnings all over the place.

Saturday evening was fun & frivolity at Billy Bob’s Texas.  Eight of us packed ourselves into a 7-passenger minivan (sorry, guys – I really thought it would’ve held more (rueful grin)) and ambled our way over there, arriving just after 9:00.

The Chris Cagle concert was good, and we even got a couple of folks out on the dance floor.  (Memo to Susan Nunnally:  Why didn’t you tell  me you were looking for a dance partner?  What, I’m supposed to read your mind or something? (grin))

Additional memo, this time to self:  How is it that Emperor Misha the Danish import actually looked more Texan than you, the native? 

Sunday morning, about 10 of us showed up at the DFW Gun Range, where Kim, Connie & Misha usually do their shooting.  That’s a fine establishment, and I heartily recommend you go out there and avail yourself of the facilities whenever you’re in town.  I know I  intend to.

There were some  pictures taken, in addition to the group shot you see below.  I’ll see what I can do about posting them here directly.

And now, without further ado, we now return to our regularly scheduled ranting & raving.  What’s this I hear about that limp-wristed rim-jobber Michael Crook putting up FTT again…???

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Damn, that was a fun weekend.

Denizens, I’ll have something resembling a recap in a day or so.  Right now, I’m just trying to de-compress, and I imagine the SpatulaGoddess is, too – or, at least, will be after she and her kiddies get home.

Just one little item of business before I shut down for the night:  If you’ve emailed me/left comments in a given thread without a response for me, patience.  I’ll get to you shortly.

(Except for Cianderella “Real Chickenshit” Tierney.  I’ll get to you  when I damned well feel like it, you goat-felching blotch of rejected afterbirth.  Cowardly little needle-dicked losers like you are worth maybe  a nano-second of my time – and oops! there goes yours. (snicker))

That is (yawn) all…

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Last night’s Texas Blogfest soireé  at Humperdink’s was an unqualified smashing success.  Had between 15 and 20 folks at any one time, the beer flowed freely and the opinions even more so. (grin)

Today is lunch at…all together now…

5330 Bent Tree Forest Dr, #712
Dallas, TX

…just to prove to you fuckwitted trolls that my address does  exist. (snicker)

(Side note:  Yes, that’s Misha right by the “712″.  Yes, we lured him here with promises of booze and Cubanas. (grin))

UPDATE:  From left to right – BOTTOM ROW:  My dog, Pup-Pup, Humble DevilDog, Imperial Serving Wench (and co-organizer) Beth, me, ZiPpo the Pirate (Arrrrrrr!), Delftsman.  TOP ROW:  Eric (Denita’s husband and the father of the cutest little boy (next to mine, of course (grin))), El Capitan, Denita and the aforementioned toddler, Emperor Darth Misha I, Random Numbers and the Random Spouse, Mama Montezz.

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Denizens, for the next three days or so, you may or may not hear a lot from me.

I and the SpatulaGoddess will be hosting Texas Blogfest 2005, a gathering of bloggers and blog-readers from Wisconsin to Indiana and beyond.

Tonight, we’ll be at the Humperdink’s on Belt Line Rd in Addison. We’ll have a webcam and chat room set up so you can see what’s going on (to a point) and talk back to us.

Saturday night, we’ll all be at Billy Bob’s for some boot-scootin’, and Sunday will be target-practice at the DFW Gun Range.

So if you don’t hear much from me until Monday or Tuesday, that’s why.

Thatisall™.

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Aye, ‘n before ye have yer furst green beer o’ the day, ‘ere be an Irish – well, with a wee bit of Gaelic in dere, too – blessing from yours ‘n truly, Lord McSpatula:

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
may the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven a half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.

Happy St. Patrick’s day, guys, from the half-Irish (Mumford) part of me.

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Y’know, folks, there are idiots…and then there are idiots.

Okay, so I’m running through comments at Misha’s place – as is my wont, being the Imperial Sergeant-at-Arms and all – when a comment from this post catches my eye.

This comment was So Absolutely Fucking Stupid™ that I couldn’t help but respond thereto.  And I’m pleased to share that  entry with you, my beloved Denizens…

Do you blog?

Blog?  Us?  Naaaaaaaaaaah.  ‘Course we don’t blog.  Nobody here but us Rottweliers.

There is currently a research survey out that seeks to know “why bloggers blog.” The study is being performed by a graduate student at Appalachian State University in North Carolina.

Okay, enlighten me:  Why in the Hell™  would I want to take a survey and give anything  resembling information to some asshat, who apparently doesn’t have the brains of a gnat, who leaves the question “Do you blog?”…ON A FRIGGIN’ BLOG,  FOR GAWD’S SAKE?!?!?!

The survey takes less than 5 minutes to complete. Thanks for your time.

Sorry, dude.  I have better things to do with that five minutes.  Like, say, getting a root canal…

Great.  Humpin’.  Cthulu.

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No, there’s nothing wrong with your video card.  No need to go tweak your CRT.

Much to the chagrin of Cian “Real Chickenshit” Tierney, yours truly is half Irish (mom’s side), and I felt like getting into the spirit.

Besides, any time I can tweak a cowardly asshat like our 2nd favorite Michigan asswipe, this is a Good Thing™.

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Denizens, remember a couple of years ago when then-Tampa Bay Buccaneer thug Warren Sapp blindsided Green Bay Packer Chad Clifton on a play that was going away from him?

That hit ended Clifton’s season.  It should  have ended that punk-ass Sapp’s career.

Well, now the NFL stands on the precipice of outlawing cheap-assed shots like that – and none too soon, from where I sit.

The NFL Competition Committee meeting in Hawaii this week will recommend that blind-side plays on “unsuspecting” players — such as Warren Sapp’s block on Packers tackle Chad Clifton on a punt return two years ago — should be banished under the rules, league sources told ESPN’s Chris Mortensen on Tuesday.

If the proposal is adopted by owners at next week’s league meetings in Maui, it will be specifically written into a broader interpretation of the unnecessary roughness rule.

The proposed change came as the result of continued dialogue stemming from Sapp’s block on Clifton during a game between the Buccaneers and Packers on Nov. 24, 2003, in Tampa. The play on which Clifton was injured occured in the third quarter, on an interception by cornerback Brian Kelly, and far removed from the action. Video showed that Sapp launched himself into the unsuspecting Clifton, who had his head turned and appeared to be slowing down.Clifton missed the remainder of the 2003 season with severe pelvic injuries.

And as if that weren’t bad enough – not only was Sapp the Punkaneer not flagged on the play…the bastard wasn’t even fined.

Good on the NFL for finally stepping up and being men about all this.  A little late, but we’ll take it.

As for the Punkass, we take a perverse pleasure in noting that Tampa Bay let him go to the Raiders last year, where he thoroughly underwhelmed the league.

Looks like Instant Karma™ gotcha, Sapp, you fuckhead. (snicker)

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We get notice from the Department of “No Shit, Sherlock!!!” that – yeah, you guys had better be sitting down for this – the Lame Stream Media took it easy on John-Boy F’n Qetchup-ass.

A Columbia School of Journalism study released Monday found that the media took it easy on Sen. John Kerry throughout the 2004 presidential campaign, with coverage of President Bush coming out three times more negative.

The school’s Project for Excellence in Journalism found that 36 percent of reports on Bush painted him in an unfavorable light, while only 12 percent did the same to Kerry – according to Reuters.

The Massachusetts liberal also benefited more from positive coverage, garnering 50 percent more stories rated as favorable than Bush.

Now understand – this is the same CS of J that employs one Steve Lovelady, he of the “salivating morons who make up the lynch mob” crack, so for them to actually admit  this is saying something.

The Project for Excellence in Journalism monitored 16 newspapers across the country, four nightly newscasts, three network morning news shows, nine cable programs and nine Web sites in 2004.

On the Iraq war, for instance – which was a watershed issue for Bush – the study found that the three network nightly newscasts and public broadcaster PBS tended to be more negative than positive, while Fox News was twice as likely to be positive as negative, Reuters said.

Positivity/negativity had very little to do with it, IYAM.  It had everything to do with the fact that Bush was right,  as is now coming out in the wash.

We The People™ saw that, even when the LSM refused to, even when Qerry refused to – and now we’re being vindicated, and it is driving them positively insane. (snicker)

The Columbia group also noted a huge rise in readers who have turned to the Internet to get their news.

Which is another way of saying that the Lame Stream Media™ is losing its grip on reality, and the Blogosphere is rapidly filling the resulting vacuum…mhehhehhehheh… 

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