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Still got nothing, Denizens (that is, unless you wanna hear me rant on how Mark Cuban’s a dickweed for firing Avery Johnson and not the Mavs’ resident stoner, J-Toke Howard).

Hence, we go to the Grab-Bag™ and present this, courtesy of the Mothergoose from Denton:

(I don’t care if it is  all over the bloody Interwebnettubes.  I  think it’s damned cool.    )

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Denizens, I got nothing tonight. (Combination of having to do some actual, you know, work  – and IMing with the SpatulaGoddess.  At the same time.  I multitask.)

Speaking of Her Royal Hawtness™, she gets the hat tip for this.

Spew warnings.

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Okay, so in the NFL draft, the C’boys took running back Felix Jones from Ar-kansas and cornerback Mike Jenkins from Tampa Bay Community College South Florida in the first round, and tight end Martellus Bennett from Texas A&M.  Oh, and the deal for Adam “Pacman” Jones is now official.

1st reaction:  Why the hell didn’t they get Mario Manningham from Michigan at 61?  They need receivers more than they need a backup tight end!!!  (Thank Cthulu he’s still on the draft board, so there’s still a chance.)

2nd reaction:  The more I ponder the selection of Jones, the less excited I get.  Looks like we’re simply replacing one spare named Jones with another.

3rd reaction:  C’boys have, in effect, traded Jacques “Toast” Reeves and Nate “Burnt Toast” Jones for Mike Jenkins and Pacman Jones.  I can live with that trade. 

For now, they get a grade of C.  Let’s hope they do a little better in Day 2.

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(H/T to the SpatulaGoddess.)

This guy is the effin’ shiznit.

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Y’know, back in the Good Ol’ Days™, pussies like this half-assed, limp-wristed, dickweed son-of-a-crack-whore-bitch Danielle Frazier would (shortly after word got around of what the assnugget was doing) be found in a back alley somewhere – and fairly well ventilated, if you catch my drift.

Now, I’m not suggesting anyone go find the pantywaist coward and introduce him to a cache of 9mm.  NosirreeBob™.

But if the chickenshit were  to meet his destiny before next week, I doubt I’d shed as much as .0000000001 microns of a tear, y’know?

Just sayin’.

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And Operation Chaos continues.

The Duchess won Pennsylvania tonight by 10 points, 55-45, thus keeping her candidacy viable for the immediate future.  (What happens after N. Carolina is still anyone’s guess.)

The delegates are getting nervous.  Dr. YEARRRRRRRRRGH!!!! wants the superdelegates to vote right now, dammit.  Some supers are telling the good (cough) Doctor to sit on it and rotate.

Some from both sides say they’ll either vote for McRINO or stay home if their candidate doesn’t win the nomination.

Meanwhile, McZhamnesty sits, bides his time and waits for the spike  off the bump, set.

And it do get curiouser & curiouser… 

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I was feeling like crap Saturday (still do, just not as bad – it’s either a sinus headache or Pegasus  once again has veered into the Migraine Nebula), so I neglected to remember this:

With a little reminder to Das Klintonreich:  Had your bimboid excuse-for-an-attorney general, Janet El Reño, not committed these wanton acts of murder, there’s a greater-than-zero chance that the Murrah building in OKC would still be standing.

Just sayin’, is all.

Bastard liberal scum…

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One of the reasons that I ever opened Spatula City BBS! in the first place was to say what I wanted to say, when I wanted to say it.

And it looks like I’m gonna have to exercise that particular perrogative again now.

Some background for you:  Tonight the NHL’s Dallas Stars won their first playoff series in five years, 4-2, with a 4-1 Game 6 win over the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim Anaheim Ducks.

Now, the Dullest Moaning Snooze hosts a blog that talks about the Stars and the NHL.  And I’m a participant therein.  And right now, there’s a thread in which one of the commenters seems to think that those of us who didn’t think a whole helluva lot of the Stars chances shouldn’t have the right to say so.

The thread is here.  Pay particular attention to what “Chris from Kzoo” is saying

The following response is for him (since the powers-that-be over at the DMS won’t allow a response (incidentally, it was a lot cleaner than what you’re about to read):

“DIAF”

Oh, wow, my fewwings are soooooooo  hurt. Tell me, little wussboy, did you have to wipe the orange from the Cheetos off your fingers before you typed that?  Or perhaps you could only type your bullshit with one hand whilst tossing to Pee Wee Herman with the other, hm?

“This blog was put here for the fans. Those who seek only to diss this team before the games are even played do not fall into that catagory”

What, because you  say so? That blog isn’t your personal property, remember? You don’t get to decide who can or can’t be there.

Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?

You don’t like that, assclown, get your own fucking blog.

“And yes, that is my personal preference; as many have pointed out to the (now invisible) Duck fans”

Oh, so I’m a Duck fan now? Tell me, in your infinite wisdom (cough), what was I when the Stars blew a three-goal lead to the Kings last month? Was I a Kings fan then?

Inquiring minds want to know!

“Naysayers, commission a poll here if you want; the admins can help you out. We, the fans, do not want you here”

And I don’t give a flying fuck at a donut hole what  you shit-for-brains Pollyannas want.

If the Stars play like crap, I’m going to point it out. And as long as I follow the rules of the Stars blog, I’m going to point it out there.

Tough fucking shit if you don’t like it.

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There’s a fairly interesting discussion going on here.

You might check it out if you’re so inclined.

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Oh, wow.  Hold me back.  I can’t stand all the excitement.

Big Dickhead Perry’s running for governor again in Texas.

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This is damned good news.

On the other hand, now I’m going to have to find someone else to supply my chicken…

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What the hell are those dolts in Eldorado, TX effin’ thinking????

Do they not realize that multiple spouses mean multiple sets of in-laws?????

KORRIOTH:  Had a little experience with that, have we?

[Our Hero™ points one finger, hard, at Korrioth.  The Klingon/Vulcan hybrid feels something like a steel-toed boot kick him in the ass.]

LSIK&T:  Bite me, Bumpy.

KORRIOTH

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Denizens, I’m beginning to wonder if the Demoscum want the White House at all.

I mean, lookit.  First you have Der Kaiser comparing B. HUSSEIN!  Osama Obama to the Rev’rnnnnnnn’d Jacks’nnnnnn and causing support to gravitate towards the Manchurian Muslim©.

Then, we find out about Obambi’s half-assed excuse-for-a-minister, the Rev’rnnnnnnd Jackass-i-miah Wrong, and his hatred for the United States of America, and how Manchurian Man has soaked it all in for 20 years, and is trying to lie about it and/or cover it up.  Which caused support to pendulum its way back towards the Duchess Hilarious.

Who then turned around and gave the support right back when she out-and-out lied about her 1996 trip to Bosnia.

Now Osama Obama is trying to give the nomination right back to the Duchess by calling us “bitter” and kvetching about how we “cling to guns or religion or antipathy toward people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations”.  Not putting too fine a point on it by referring to us as “they”, of course.

Your serve, Duchess.

Makes me even more pissed off that the GOP seems to want to commit political suicide by nominating John-Boy McZhamnesty this year.  This would have been a slam dunk in the faces of the Donktards otherwise. 

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Item:  Some months back, Err Scaremerica bimboette hostess Randi Rhoades goes on a bender, then heads out and does the time-honored “FallDownGoBoom” act.  Blames it on conservatives and milks the Loon-assed Liberal Left™ for all they were worth before the truth came out, whereupon we right-thinkers promptly LOAO at her. 

Item:  Last week, Err Scaremerica “suspended” widdle Wandi for comments she made against the Duchess Hillarious & former Veep candidate-ette Geraldine Ferraro, calling them “fucking whores”.

Item:  Today, Err Scaremerica shitcanned Randi’s ass.

Reaction:           

There may be hope for Err Scaremerica yet…

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Moses.  Ben Hur.  John the Baptist.  Marc Antony.  Henry VIII.  El Cid.  Andrew Jackson.  Al Murdoch.  Stewart Graff.  NRA president.  Charlton Heston was all these, and much more.

My first memory of his acting ability was over 30 years ago, when he starred as the aforementioned Al Murdoch in Airport 1975.  As I was more than just a little bit fascinated with the 747 at the time, it was a film I would eventually see in its first run no fewer than 25 times.

No.  I’m not kidding.  (I was a kid back then, what can I say?)

The former actor, Screen Actors Guild and later NRA president (and he who should  have been US president during the ’90s, IYAM) passed away Saturday at the age of 84.

“Charlton Heston was seen by the world as larger than life. He was known for his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders and resonating voice, and, of course, for the roles he played,” Heston’s family said in a statement. “No one could ask for a fuller life than his. No man could have given more to his family, to his profession, and to his country.”

1998 saw Heston elected to the presidency of the National Rifle Association,

for which he had posed for ads holding a rifle. He delivered a jab at then-President Clinton, saying, “America doesn’t trust you with our 21-year-old daughters, and we sure, Lord, don’t trust you with our guns.”

In a later speech for the NRA, he also delivered this line:

President Heston – you are mourned, sir, and you will be sorely missed.  I pray there is another like you in our midst, but I seriously wonder at this point.

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