Update to John Ashcroft: FUCK
The worst is yet to come
Dammit, I wasn't even thinking when I fist heard Ashcroft was gone, but as I was reading
Pandagon and my eyes were rudely pried open. One of the justices of the Supreme Court is stricken with cancer and on his last prverbial legs: Time for a new justice. This is where the Rev. Ashcroft comes in. Possibly the only position with more damage potential he could have is cheif justice. Awwww crap!
Some Good NewsPost-Election Cabinet Shake-upIs anyone else happy about John "Fourth Tenor" Ashcroft leaving his
postion as Attorney General? This is so great, at least until Bush
puts someone worse in the position. Ashcroft's predicted new career:
Televangelist.
Umm...What the Fuck?
Oh Shit
These are the words I thought to myself as I read the summary of S 83. Why the hell would the government want to modify there policy to expand the processing to Uranium and thorium. This shit scares me.
Here comes the Wool
Draft '05
Don't let them pull the motherfucking wool over your eyes, there's
going to be a draft and it's
going to be in the Spring of '05. At least that's what the Bushies want to happen, and are going to use their tools to make happen.
EnjoytheDraft.com has a point, why would Bush ask congress for permission to modify various aspects of a possible draft if they weren't planning one, why waste their time? Check out S 89 and HR 163, the twin bills in congress that are trying their best to take back the draft.
...I hope I'm wrong.
Dammit Blogger
Policy change
Note: I apologize for any errors/typos in this post, my screen is fucked up and I can't see the anything in the bottom two thirds of my it.
This new blogger policy is really pissing me off. I guess I could see the advantage of a few more people stumbling onto our little dog and pony site but Jesus tapdancing Christ, you can't even see the title anymore!!! I'd much rather have a fucking text based Google ad instead of this bullshit.
P.S. In case the anger I am venting seems a little overkill, it's because I'm channeling my rage over the election into random pieces of thought; if I kept it all in one place, my head would explode.
