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Another Foggy Moment
These are the continuing adventures of a typical resident
of the self-proclaimed center of the Pugetopolis universe -
Seattle. Most are true stories but some are made of whole-
cloth. I ain't the Mayor, the Governor or a Big Shot. Just
another Working Stiff with a Bad Attitude.
THIS AIN'T NO STINK'N BLOG
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WARNING: This is not a Child-Proof Neighborhood.
If you're a kid - scram!, beat it! you little
punk before your Old Lady catches you and calls
the cops. They'll throw you in the Big House in
Walla Walla and won't let you out until you're
89 years old. There. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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Finally! After more than six months, Drumheller Fountain once again
has water in it. The lensing effect of all that clean water is quite
remarkable. Looking down in it you'd swear the pool is only a couple
feet deep when you know darn well it's at least five times that. The
fence is still up and there's no water shooting into the air. But the
ducks wasted no time moving in and the hundreds of roses that surround
Drumheller have begun to blossom forth in anticipation of the Great
Day. Halelujiah! Bring on your huddled and wretched goldfish yearning
to be free.
It was a week ago they lifted the gate at U Dub's gravel-bottomed
salmon-return pond by the ship canal and set the babies free. They
dropped the water level half way down and cranked the intake pipe
to max creating a strong flow out the gate to encourage the slackers
to get a move-on. The net was left down to protect them. But while
most of the babies left, some of the Portage Bay crowd moved in.
I don't know what they are but they're big and sluggish brutes who
don't seem all that interested in the baby salmon. Though they sure
had the ducks nervously steering clear of them.
This past Friday they dropped the gate back down, cut the intake
flow and lifted the net at least for the weekend. I got no idea
why. Trapped inside the pond with the remaining babies, the Big
Boyz are none too happy about this situation. As I stood gazing
down at seven of them crowded together, one took a leap at the
gate and about gave me a heart attack. He smacked that thing
like a bag of wet sand but came up short. Easy big fella!
Thesis
Friday night I was surprised to see the Oregon State University's
medium-size research ship Wecoma sitting at U Dub's pier on
Portage Bay. The big "Tommy Thompson" usually parks there but it
hasn't been seen for months now. While she wears U Dub colors
the Thompson belongs to the Navy. They must have repossessed her
to fight the Syrian Navy's invasion force off our shores eh. Or
is it the Iranians. I always get those two mixed up. President
Yellowbelly's stinky TWAT must be making a mess out of the NSF
research programs.
It was 35 years ago last Friday that a somber but combattive
Muhammed Ali appeared at U Dub flanked by his Fruit of Islam
bodyguards. A short while before, he had refused to allow
himself to be inducted into the Armed Forces on religious
grounds setting off a years-long string of official reprisals
and harassments against him. No CO status for Sassy Mooslem
Black Men in America baby. That's only for White Christian
Folks.
Legend of Muhammed Ali read by Ali (1.1M)
ALL-AMERICAN RAVEN...
The first day they lowered the water and opened the gate in U Dub's
salmon-return pond, a raven snuck in under the net to feast on the
dead stuff on the edges. Then he couldn't figure out how to get back
out. Given the situation - lots to eat, plenty of room, securely
protected by the net from predators, cute duckies for company - you'd
think he'd just do what the ducks did: settle back and go with the
flow. The American Dream come true.
Nope. The bird-brain wanted to be free.
So he began searching for a way out. He seemed to know the general
spot where he snuck in at but, because of the change in perspective,
he couldn't see the opening to get back out. Then he began flying
back and forth from that spot to various other spots around the pond.
Back and forth. Back and forth. No panic. Just this methodical search
anchored on the place where he originally got in. Back and forth.
Back and forth. Occasionally he'd stop to nervously nibble on a dead
minnow or to squawk at the ducks. And he seemed fascinated by the
fact that passing humans couldn't get at him. But you could tell it
was bug'n him. So back at it he went. Back and forth. Back and
forth. He was determined to find a way out. Escape had become his
mission in life.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Finally after nearly an hour, he
found a spot at the opposite end where the net had been drawn up
over some poolside bushes. There it was: a small gap obscured by
the bushes. He was outta there Toot Sweet.
Americans and parakeets may give up their freedom for a bellyful
of food and the security of life in a cage, but ravens won't.
They got higher standards.
A MODEST PROPOSAL...
The FBI/CIA and the usual crew of ne'er-do-wells revealed to the
world this week their plan to assemble a Super Data Vacumn that
will slurp up every single piece of information about a person
and assemble it into a single lump - birth certificate, credit
card purchases, postal money orders bought, USENET postings,
emails sent/received, criminal convictions, etc. etc. The usual
parties appropriately freaked at this news. Uncle Sammy turning
into an Uber Voyeur has them rightfully concerned.
My only real concern is that Sammy takes that crap too seriously.
The problem with the Data Vacumn is that the written records aren't
the whole story and most of what's there can either be forged or
faked in some fashion. It isn't realiable or dependable information.
Complicating matters is the simple fact that things like FBI records
are largely made up of Agent Reports made by G-Men who may or may
not have known what they were doing. Since there is no 'quality
control' and 'massaging data' is considered a job-skill in their
industry, most of what's there is career-enhancing trash. Twice in
the past 5 years, the FBI Crime Lab has been caught diddling the
evidence from thousands of cases or simply botching the analysis.
Police reports are an even bigger joke. Few cops, most of whom have
no more than a high-school education (if that), can stitch a coherent
sentence together. Identity Theft, bogus liens, baseless credit
complaints and similar forms of mischief would further pollute it.
That's not information, that's noise.
The only practical use for such garbage would be to 'reverse-
engineer' a case against someone The Apparatus doesn't like. They
would arrest them then, after the fact, diddle the data to make
them look as guilty as possible. The innocent-until-proven-guilty
party would be denied, on National Security grounds, access to the
data lump out of which the prefabricated case was manufactured, of
course. There's nothing Uncle Sammy hates more than a fair fight.
A modest proposal:
Why not cut to the chase? Just arrest every newborn American at
birth for illegal entry into the United States and slap them with
an automatic, no-appeal 80-years probation/good-behavior/suspended
sentence. They, or their guardians, would be required to annually
contact their Parole-Officer/Godfather to account for their actions
and whereabouts over the previous year (after their first birthday).
Maybe slap an electronic monitor on their ankle when they learn to
walk. Then, if in the opinion of their parole officer, the situation
warrants it they could be thrown in jail or deported at any time for
violation of parole without the bother, expense and mess of a trial.
It would be a lot more efficent and we could get rid of the entire
Judicial third of our three-part system of government at enormous
savings to the taxpayers. Most judges are too lazy to do their jobs
anyways. Lawyers, rendered largely redundant and unnecessary, could
go back to drug dealing, pimping and standing out front of the
supermarkets greeting people for chump change.
THE OLD FIRM...
While many of those who are looking forward to the upcoming Manchester
United v. Celtic FC soccer match here this summer for the chance to
see Man Utd and Posh Spice's Hubby David Beckham in action, Celtic
is nothing to sneeze at either.
Glasgow's two teams - Rangers and Celtic - ARE Scottish football for
all intents and purposes. They are heads above any of the other teams
in the league. Theoretically they represent the City's Protestant and
Catholic fans, respectively. In reality, winning is what it's all
about and the owners buy the best players they can get their hands
on regardless of their religious affiliation. Both teams have many
internationals on their squads. Celtic's roster has many guys with
such un-Celtic first names as: Bobo, Javier, Momo, Joos, Dimitri,
Stanislav, Ulrik and Lubomir. Just to rub it in, their trainer is
a Protie from Northern Ireland. Shhhh! Don't tell the Pope.
The Scottish League's season ended last week with Celtic and Rangers
in a dead heat: precisely the same stats in every respect, except
one - goals scored. Rangers had one more goal going into the final
game of the season. Both won that last game but Rangers won theirs
by a wider margin and took the league on the technicality.
One of my favorite players on Celtic is midfielder Colin Healy.
He made it big in the English Premiership then returned home to
Scotland to finish his career. He looks like a crufty old Highland
warrior out of the movie "Braveheart". Their top scorer, with 41
goals this season, is the Swedish player Henrik Larrson who been
a regular fixture of the Swedes national team for years. He just
announced his retirement from international football this week.
No more World Cups or Euro Cups for him. But it shouldn't affect
his appearance here - this is a Celtic event, not a Swedish event.
Other names on Celtic that Footie fans would recognize are: Steve
Guppy and Chris Sutton both of whom have substantial reputations.
While the game has no real significance to either team it'll be
fun seeing a couple of Europe's better teams in action right here
in little 'ol Hooterville.
SHUTTLE INQUIRY...
The inquiry over the disintegration of Columbia during re-entry
seems to be winding down. They still haven't figured out for sure
why it happened but they need to come up with SOMETHING to justify
their existence and the huge, whopping bill from collecting the
debris. So they are back to flogging the launch-damage theory in
which a chunk of insulation is thought to have broken off the big
main tank and damaged a wing on the ascent. The initial test
results didn't support the idea but, what the hell, who cares?
Details, details eh.
It's all pretty academic anyways.
(1) Regardless of the inquiry's outcome, the Shuttles will not be
scrapped. They are ultimately a military asset and the military
says they'll fly no matter how much of a death-trap they may be.
There are no end of scientific and engineering mediocrities out
there willing to play the odds and risk their lives to get a
couple Shuttle missions on their resumes. If a shortage of crew
volunteers ever did occur, we'd just order military flunkies
to fly in the damn things. The Shuttles are perfectly capable of
flying unmanned and most of the 'scientific' work done during
missions could be performed by trained monkeys, or even soldiers
for that matter. The monkeys can train the soldiers.
(2) You can't 'legislate' attitude and that is precisely where the
biggest problem is. Given that we have a space station in orbit
and that NASA knew there were ascent-damage issues from previous
flights, there really was no excuse for a solo mission and even
less for the lack of any provision for rescue, except that
nobody gave a damn. Obviously, all Shuttle flights should be to
the ISS to ensure that crews can check out their bird and have a
means of survival in the event of damage. Duh!
(3) There are a million things wrong with NASA and it really should
be scrapped but there are too many corporations and scientific
grant-sponges with a vested interest in keeping it just as it is
no matter how dysfunctional it may be. Besides, our scientifically
illiterate Congressional Whores are too stupid to reorganize it
properly anyways. It will remain dysfunctional and there will be
more multi-Billion-Buck screw-ups and astronaut-killing "accidents"
in the future. Guaranteed.
(4) Unless Osama bin Laden's imaginary Al Qaida launches a Terrorist
Space Program in the near future, the Space Shuttle will, like
the rest of our Space Program, remain nostalgic trivia of little
interest or meaning to our hillbilly masses. Aside from the many
military-industrial-complex corporate freeloaders, like Boeing,
who milk this thing for billions in free tax money, nobody else
actually is inspired about space any more. It's more fun to
watch "Star Trek" and "Star Wars" movies. The special-effects
are way more realistic than the real thing.
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RADIOHEAD
One of the spinoffs of our new Fascist reality is, I've almost
totally tuned out the local media. It's not hard to do nor is
it any great sacrifice. They suck anyways. Our newspapers, aside
from The Stranger, are an easily ignorable joke. I don't even
glance at the newsboxes on the street anymore. I threw my TV away
over 10 years ago. Most of our radio stations are owned by some
guy in California and use satellite feeds from heaven knows where.
KEXP and KBCS - the two community radio stations - are the only
ones I listen to regularly. And I never miss Doug and Ron's ancient
"Scandanavian Hour". The two Latino stations got nice music worth
the occasional listen. If I twist my AM radio just right, CBC
Vancouver (BC) on 690 can be heard even in the daytime. The lucky
people up by Bellingham can get CBC-FM with REAL classical music
instead of the insipid Yuppie Dinner Music dished out by Classic
KING-FM's all-boy crew down here.
I tune in Herbie's Kidz on NOAA's 162.55 MHz first thing in the
morning. Herbie's the synthesized voice NOAA uses to read the
weather reports. The radio/TV weather persons all steal their
stuff off NOAA's National Weather Service; why not get it right
from the horse's mouth? "Everett" sounds like "Ave Rat" and he
has a peculiar habit of making his voice rise exhuberantly at
the end of certain words, otherwise he's pretty good. His "Kidz"
are a couple of his smoother offspring who recently replaced
him. Herb still shows up on the weekends sometimes. The Japanese
have a synthesized woman's voice that they use for utility
broadcasts. It'd be way cool if she got together with Herbie
and his Kidz for a little on-air chat sometime. Perhaps with
Max Headroom and Dan Rather as co-moderators.
NOAA Synthesized Voices
I like listening to Metro Transit's dispatchers on 452.655 MHz.
There are other frequencies but this one is as good as any. They
are more professional, entertaining and informative than any of
the talk radio jocks. Probably because they think bus drivers
are the only ones who can hear them. With buses breaking down,
passengers puking in the seats and drivers getting lost, there
is never a shortage of important topics to discuss. My favorite
is the guy who sounds like Elmer Fudd. No matter how Crazy it
gets, his voice automatically takes the stress out of things.
And when the going gets tough, he gets mellow. I've never heard
him Lose It in a crisis. The bus drivers are like hundreds of
eyes and ears spread all over the highways and byways of King
County. A fact not lost on our cops who often ask the dispatchers
to have the drivers keep an eye out for various heisters, purse-
snatchers and other Desperados on the run. The kind of stuff
that's too unimportant for the 6 o'clock news.
When I'm working around Boeing Field (aka King County Intl. Airport),
south of downtown, I can pick up the tower info freq (127.75 MHz)
which carries a continuous loop of temperature, wind, clouds, etc.
It's like having your own little weather station in your pocket.
For background...
* The Coast Guard's Vessel Traffic System on 156.7 MHz, has various
ships, large and small, public, governmental, commercial and military,
checking in as they cruise the waters of Puget Sound.
* "Sea-Tac Approach" on 133.65 MHz has the flights coming into Sea-Tac
International Airport. It's kind of neat to be able listen to the pilot
while you can see his aircraft flying overhead.
* Burlington-Northern-Santa-Fe Railway has a state-wide frequency on
160.62 MHz that various BNSF freight trains and Amtrak passenger
trains call into for safety clearances and what not. Saturday mornings
the King County Garbage Train always calls in as it hauls our excess
trash off to somewhere in Oregon.
* The Chamber of Commerce "Hospitality Patrol" - aka Bum Police - on
452.67 MHz, who wander around downtown on foot rousting the homeless,
cleaning up around bus stops and the such are a great way to get a
Raw Taste of life in the Naked City. Try some Gangsta who suddenly
begins puking up a river of blood at at a downtown bus stop for no
obvious reason. Guess that baloon of cocaine he had in his belly
sprung a leak. They ain't gonna carry that on the 6 o'clock news.
* For variety there's all sorts of weirdness between 455-462 MHz:
garbagemen (461.57 MHz) doing their rounds, bicycle-courier kiddies,
Media aircraft chattering with the Home Office (455.51 MHz), etc.
etc. The atmosphere is often informal and there's a fair amount of
goofing around but profanity is extremely rare. Courtesy and patience
are the rule. They're just trying to get a job done.
The cops and robbers stuff on 800 MHz is pretty boring. It's about as
exciting as listening to security guards. Not that there's a lot of
difference between cops and security guards anymore. The State Troopers
(155.56 MHz amongst others) are a bit more professional than SPoDe
and, especially during winter, those that work the mountain passes,
give a better idea of the real road conditions than the Media does.
And "stuff" happens sometimes. Listening in one night I heard a Trooper
who was transporting a pregnant lady from a stranded vehicle. Much to
his surprise, she had her baby in his back seat. While he freaked, the
lady dispatcher calmed him down and explained to him what he needed to
do. He was more frazzled than the new mother was. You could hear her
in the background saying, "Don't worry. It'll be okay." in between
labor pains. I'll bet the Boyz are still raz'n him about it.
Short-wave radio is my normal source of entertainment and news.
Daytime:
* Early in the morning there's wild and rauckus Chinese opera
music on 9.605 MHz. I love this stuff - much banging and
clanging, bashing and boinging. It's guaranteed to wake you up
in a hurry. Radio North Korea can also be heard on 9.335 MHz.
Up until recently they almost sounded normal but have returned
to their strident 'Yankee imperialist running-dogs' rhetoric.
* Voice of Greece on 17.065 MHz has the wildest and craziest music
around. It's like the best of east and west mixed togther. And
listening to the old Geezer who runs the show yelling in Greek
at the old Geezers who call in to yell back at him, also in
Greek, is funnier than hell. Greeks must be born half-deaf.
* Radio Canada is on 9.515 MHz. CBC Vancover (Canada) is on 6.160
MHz but Voice of America recently muscled its way onto this
frequency and clobbers CBC's signal on and off during the day.
Probably cheap revenge for Canada's unwillingness to kiss Uncle
Sammy's ass over Iraq. VOA sucks - All Bullshit, All the Time.
Sieg Heil y'all!
Evening:
* The 5-8 pm slot is prime-time of sorts on shortwave. Deutsche
Welle in Germany and Radio Netherlands (11.820 MHz) have terrific
news programs in English and always have lots of Footie news.
Radio Spain, Radio Sweden, Radio Havana Cuba and many, many others
also are in there. The BBC totally sucks now. They've adopted
the American Paradigm of making the news up rather than reporting
it. Fortunately they are reducing their shortwave presence to
North America for budget reasons. Good riddence.
* There's a wide variety of other stuff well worth listening to in
the evenings: classical Asian music and Chinese lessons from Radio
Taipei Taiwam (9.680 MHz), Islamic chanting (11.675 MHz), South
American soccer play-by-play, mysterious Numbers Stations passing
baseball scores to secret agents and spies, etc. etc.
Night:
* Radio New Zealand on 9.820 MHz comes in loud and clear starting
around 10pm and into the wee hours of the morning with what is
now the best news in Oceania and Asia. China Radio International
is still less than candid; Radio Japan is lost in the Ozone and
Radio Australia is pure fluff. But the Kiwis dish it out Straight
Up and Neat - no mixer. Lots of amazingly Cool music from that
part of the world too. Where else are you going to be able to find
out what's happening in American Samoa and Guam? Certainly not on
VOA or any other American radio station.
There's also lots of utility stuff on shortwave.
* Aviation weather on 8.828 MHz USB is kinda Cool. They loop terminal
reports from all up and down the west coast for the trans-Pacific
flights. The rare in-flight emergency also gets dealt with here.
Just recently I listened to Quantas deal with a Fat Lady who had a
heart-attack enroute. They quickly dug up a doctor who advised the
attendants over-the-air on how to deal with her until they landed.
I'd have given the fat slob Emergency Liposuction with a Dust Buster
to relieve the pressure on her heart. Works everytime.
* "Triple One Upper" at 11.175 MHz USB (8.992 MHz night), the Military
Airlift Command's main freqs, can be interesting when our hillbilly
Paycheck Patriots are mugging someone. The eerie "Sky KIng" encrypted
voice messages to the B-52s that have been eternally circling around
for decades waiting to nuke someone, is an excellent reminder of just
how frik'n wacko we truely are.
* 4.125 MHz USB is the main maritime contact frequency for our coast
and into the Gulf of Alaska. Both our own and the Canuks Coasties
are often heard along with commercial fishers, cruise ships and what
not. The Gulf of Alaska ranks as one of the roughest waters in the
world so, particularly in winter, it can get pretty exciting.
* Any time I need the PRECISE time, there's WWV/WWVH at 5, 10, 15 and
20 MHz with their atomic clock. At regular intervals during each hour
they also throw in weather, solar/geo and GPS satellite condition
reports. If it's a guy's voice it's Ft. Collins, CO; if it's a woman's
voice it's Honolulu. An instant clue about which way the Solar Wind
is blowing.
The religious nuts and milita nazis can be entertaining to listen to.
Dr. Gene Nelson sanctimoniously bellers and stomps around for hours
at a time spewing no end of religious nonsense to the ignorant
hillbillies in his audience. I think he's the guy Art Bell sued a few
years ago. Didn't slow him down for a second. The Catholic EWTN with
crazy old Mother Angelica sweetly bemoaning what sinful bastards we
are in her kindly 'old granny' voice, before it suddenly deepens
dramatically to describe how we'll pay for it. There are various
right-wing wackos bitching about black-helicopters, Nigras, Wetbacks
and what not. There are tons and tons of others. All are American,
of course. Nobody else in the world gives their nutcases radio
licences to play with. Just us.
The Ham Radio frequencies used to be pretty interesting to listen in
to. But now it's almost entirely 'contesting': operators exchanging
signal reports, locations and serial numbers before moving on to the
next contact. They don't 'rag chew' much like they used to and many
of the old nets are history. Few of them have any technical expertise
to speak of. The FCC Dumbied Down the licence requirements to where
8-years old can pass their exams now.
The Ham Radio bands are the last surviving bastion of Morse Code. It
can still heard on the American Radio Relay League's daily bulletins
(www.arrl.org for latest schedule and frequencies) and the parts of
the Ham bands allocated to CW. Much of the latter is machine-generated
by someone typing away at their computer keyboard. There aren't many
genuine Brass Pounders left.
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I and Somalia against the world,
I and my clan against Somalia,
I and my family against the clan,
I and my brother against the family,
I against my brother.
- Somalian Proverb -
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'OL YELLER'S TWAT
(aka The War Against Terrorism)
President Yellowbelly's sophisticated new "Everybody's A Whore" foreign
policy strategy has made him "Pimp Daddy" to the world. But like many
a new pimp, he's having trouble keeping his bitches under control. Take
for instance that fat ugly whore of his in Israel - Sherelle Sharon.
The bitch just laughted in General Powell's face when he told him/her/
whatever to back off on the West Bank. Yeller had to personally slap
Sharelle around a little to get some cooperation. She was making
General Shoeshine look like a Chump. Which he is, of course, but we
don't want EVERYBODY to know that. Why can't Sharelle be nice like
Sammy's Ho's in Russia, Egypt, Turkey, Jordan, Kuwait and that nice
Pope and Dalai Lama? Sure they all old and ugly but they'd do anything
for a buck. An-knee-thing.
The favorite pasttime in Iraq these days is trying to figure out just
which traitor(s) sold them out before the big showdown in Baghdad. Was
the elusive and still-unfound Saddam one of our secret employees? Was
it one of his Republican Guard generals? The Fickle Finger of Infamy
was pointed this week at Saddam's cousin General Maher Sufian al-Tikriti
who was allegedly killed shortly before being seen boarding a flight
to an undisclosed US base in the Middle East. Dead people do the dangest
things these days eh. Somehow I find it improbable that as the Iraqi
army sat there surrounded by an American invasion force, psyched up
for a final blow-out, some general told them to lay down their arms
and let us kick the crap out of them; and they obediently did. Nah.
The Official Lie don't compute. Something else happened.
Meanwhile, everyone is pretty much ignoring our new Iraqi Hegemon.
Between the armed gangs that have taken over Baghdad and the increasingly
aggressive Islamic private armies, we don't control much. In fact,
Our Boys have become everyone's favorite target. Two of our Hillbillies
got a free trip home in a body bag this week as attacks on US forces
increase in number and intensity. Off'n American Pigs has become a
new Iraqi sport.
Phase II has begun.
We've cut off diplomatic relations with Iran in preparation for the
2004 President Election Campaign. As our economic situation stateside
continues to deteriorate and deepen, Yeller's going to need another
diversion real bad, real soon what with elections coming up. Besides
all those newly unemployed people need some entertainment to take
their minds off their troubles. Watching our hillbillies in uniform
slaughter off a few thousand more helpless Ragheads ought to give
'em a Woody or two. The Pope, the UN, the Euros, the anti-war
movement are all an easily ignorable joke. None of them are going
to do anything to stop Yellowbelly.
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- MONDO VATICANO -
Got a pesky bishop who invited himself to your graduate commencement
ceremonies and want to dump him? It's easy - just invite a Pro Choice
speaker. At least four bishops have backed out of such shindigs that
way so far. The same hypocrites who readily aided and abetted known
perverts as they diddled and raped the parish kids, now are trying to
Sling themselves as too morally superior to share a rostrum with a Pro
Choice speaker who would allow women to make their own choices about
their own bodies. Who do they think they're kidding?
+
Nigerian Cardinal Arinze who has been actively campaigning to become
the next Pope after the Pollock kicks the bucket, got invited by the
the Jesuits to give the commencement address at Georgetown University's
graduation. He was supposed to speak on Christian-Muslim relations.
Instead, he launched into a highly embarassing Gay Bashing routine that
had everyone scrambling for their Barf Bags. Theresa Sanders, a theology
prof, got up and walked out in the middle of his rant as did a number
of others. Afterwards, most of the faculty were feverishly trying to
diassociate themselves from this idiot. Somebody stick him in his UFO
and blast him back to Planet Mondo Vaticano eh.
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Gosh! It seems like only a month or so ago the Jesuit's newspaper
"Civilta Catholica" was saying it was absolutely certain the American
Mugging of Iraq was a Justified War under Canon Law. Perhaps because
they DID. Well, now that it's all over and it has become obvious that
America lied about the weapons of mass-destruction and pretty much
everything else; now that the Vatican's Curia Queens and JP-2 realize
they got royally schnookered by Cardinal Dulles and his neo-fascist
American buddies as well as lied to by US Secretary of State Powell,
it's time to re-write the history books. After careful reconsideration,
the Jesuits have decided it definitely was NOT a Justified War. They're
sure this time. And I'm just as certain that 50 or 100 years from now
if you check back, this will be the only reference to their stand on
our Mugging. If you want to find the earlier one, you'll have to dig
for it cuz it'll be buried - deeply.
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With his Lay Review Board quitting enmasse and the L.A. District
Attorney's Office breathing down his neck, Cardinal Roger "The
Dodger" Mahony had to think of some way to re-Spin his Pervert
Priest mess so he'd come out smelling pretty. I know! Why not kill
a number of birds with one stone? Yes - a Victim's Chapel in his
new Our Lady of Cocaine Cathedral! Temporary, of course, so that
it can quietly be rededicated to a nobler cause after the Heat's
off. Instead of the money being wasted on some whiny victim, it
stays In-House as an attractive enhancement of OLC, and the briilant
(but modest) Cardinal who inspired it. And it provides another
venue through which to launder a little more of that money donated
for his political interventions of behalf of the drug-dealing
scumbag sons of his richer parishoners. Like that incident that
unfortunately leaked out to the Media a couple years ago.
I got a better idea Rog. Instead of trying to slime your way around
the DA Office, just deal straight up with them and give them what
they require so justice may be served regardless of how bad it may
make you look. Instead of raping the young victims a second time
and screwing them out of proper compensation to help them deal
with the severe emotional trauma your Pervert Priests inflicted on
them (with your compassionate assistance), just deal straight with
them and help them straighten out their young lives. Instead of
wasting everyone's time and your diocese's supposedly limited funds
with these stupid PR stunts meant to enhance your personal image,
cut the crap and take care of business.
Get a soul, jerkoff.
BTW -
Fr. Siggie the Pervert won't be diddling kiddies any more. On the
lam for the past few months from over 40 molestation charges, the
cops finally caught up him at a hotel near the Mexican border. As
they closed in on him, he jumped to his death from his fourth story
room. Auf wiedersehn Sigge.
Another one of the Pollock Priests shipped over to America to help
out with the severe shortage, got nabbed on morals charges. Fr.
Wadyslaw Marczynski got arrested by Michigan State Police in a
park outside Traverse City while engaged in a sex act with another
man. Hell, why not just do it in the middle of the street so
everybody can see. That's the second one. Worse, both morons
pulled their tricks AFTER the Pervert Priest Scandal broke. Doh!
Aside from having the morals of stray dogs, Pollocks ain't too
bright eh.
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The Vatican Gestapo continues to weed out the Enemy Within by
sticking it to any priests who dared criticize the botched
mess they made of the Pervert Priest Scandal. Last week it was
Fr. Groden in Boston who bad-mouthed Cardinal Bernie "The Pimp"
Law.
This week's lucky victim is Fr. Bob Hoatson at Our Lady of Good
Counsel (how ironic eh) in New Jersey. Fr. Bob's the guy who
recently expressed his scepticism about the Vatican's sincerity
in weeding out Pervert Priests by saying, "We're talking about
abuse that is embedded in the culture. It's rampant and we've
got to stop it." That little slip of the tongue cost him his job
as principal at his parish school and maybe even his priesthood.
His slimebag Wop of a Bishop - Art Serratelli - suddenly found
alleged irregularities in the parish finances and canned Fr. Bob's
ass on the spot. It, of course, had nothing to do with Fr. Bob's
criticism. Just a weird cooincidence. Wop Bishops think everybody's
as stupid as they are. What a Gumba.
You really got to be crazy to give these slimey bastards a cent
of your money. After all we've been through, not a goddam one
of them has learned a thing. It's still the same stupid tricks.
They really aren't going to learn anything until their purse
strings get snipped. Money is the only language they understand.
God, religion, morality all mean less than nothing to these
soulless, buck-sucking pricks.
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