I do wish we had a few congresscritters with the work ethic and intelligence of this lil long-legged rat.

Sauce for the goose, friends. Of course, as soon as Islam shows one scintilla of genuine tolerance for other religious views it will cease to exist, for intolerance, hate, and violence against “unbelievers” are the bedrock of Islam.

Pictures, though…

A Tea Party face if ever there was one. Little girl from Arlington, VA, holding an American flag while attending the the “Restoring Honor” rally, organized by Glenn Beck, in Washington, on Saturday, Aug. 28, 2010. How many lil white kids did the media find welcome at the Al Sharpton rally? *crickets chirping* Nope, no racism on the Left…

87,000? Well, there’s no B.S. like CBS.

And for a lil black humor *heh* here’s a screencap of CNN’s captioning gaffe, found at Michelle Malkin’s place:

As Malkin points out, three factual errors in one caption. A hat trick. WTG CNN! (Dumbasses)

Nothing earth-shattering (Kaboom!), but of passing interest to me…

Like Marat, I like to use a nice long soak for other things besides just “bathing”–notably reading and sometimes writing. Unfortunately, I don’t have a nice lil “bath desk” like he apparently did (according to the artist, at least), so reading eBooks–unless I wanted to do so on my Palm, which is on its last legs and so could be sacrificed to an accidental dunking–or writing a blogpost Is Not a Good Idea. Fortunately,though, no one’s assassinated me during a nice long soak… yet.

But I may have cause for a bit of paranoia in that department (is it paranoia if someone really is out to get you?). Let me back up a bit…

When Lovely Daughter moved back in for a short while in order to save money and retire a few debts (a Very Good Thing!), she brought with her a cat that has proven to be the most boring cat I’ve ever known. Most cats I’ve known or “had” (the jury’s out on who was the “haver” in those relationships) have been real… characters. Our current chosen (again, who really did the choosing, I sometimes wonder, as he wandered up one day and decided he belonged here) feline “roommate” is a very interesting character who sometimes wanders around carrying on conversations with his invisible friends and who plays ball with himself, when he doesn’t manage to finagle me into playing fetch with him. Yes, he really does return his balls to me and watch expectantly for me to toss them for him again.

But Lovely Daughter’s cat? Just “Food, now!” and “Pet me!” Boring.

Recently, though, he’s taken to pushing open the bathroom door while I’m doing a soak/read, if the door’s not been latched well enough. Then? He perches on the rim of the tub and stares (glares?) at me in a threatening manner. *heh* Even more recently, he’s begun stepping onto my chest and pushing himself in my face with a big “Pet me, or else!” demand.

I have begun wondering if Marat’s fate awaits me if I were to refuse.

Then again, I’ve started contemplating some sort of retaliation for the harassment. Perhaps a quick sweeping motion dumping him into a full bath…

Well, at least he’s finally showing some sort of character.

One word: bacon.

*heh*

We do not look to the modernists for anything but stainless steel despair. Bigger, faster, shinier! And we do not look to the pomos* for anything but bootless confusions. When you finally get that quorum of clowns, you are going to have a circus. What did you expect?

*”pomos” are, of course, postmodernists, that gaggle of geese to whom meaning is “just semantics“. *gag-spit*

Note the hat and shades. (Need protection from early morning sun through front window.) Note also the primary reason to get up in the a.m. *heh*

There. Happy now, Mel?

But then, in my experience of the breed, most self-described libertarians are just wimpy crybabies anyway, concerned only when they see such tyranny attempt to impose itself on them. Watching a hate cult begin its campaign to impose itself on others is just fine and dandy by them. Every tyrannical cult in history has depended on people who say, “I am not my brother’s keeper.”