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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Nature's Follies

TEHRAN. With the President of Iran, Mahmoud Ah...
"Irascible" I'madinnerjacket
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It only hurts when I laugh …

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Mahmoud Ahmadinejad may be the first space tourist. I’m just putting two and two together here. […] Irascible. I love that. Grumpy old men are “irascible”. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is floridly insane.”
— Secular Apostate, June 29th, 2011 (secularapostate.net)



"God does not play dice with the universe." — Albert Einstein
"Stop telling God what to do with his dice." — Niels Bohr
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." — Big Al
"I'm just messin' with ya." — TheBigAnonymous in the Sky
It's a joke. The whole thing is horseshit. Every time humanity reaches the point at which there is a glimmer of hope that we are on to something good, TheBigGuy-in-the-Sky throws a wrench or some idiot-monkey into the mix. And then the shiite hits the fan. TheBigGuy is f*ckin' with us; but it only hurts when we laugh ...

If it's not a wrench or an irascible monkey, it's some moron-leftist (OK, so I'm into tautology; so sue me), of which, alas, there are so many to choose from. Take The Obama Himself. Please. Or bat-shit crazy Pelosi. Or Bawney Hot-dog, the Banking Queen. Or Tiny Weiner, the pervert. Or any number of other ass-holes slithering through the halls of power in Washington, DC.

To coin a phrase, truth is stranger than fiction. You just can't make this shite up. It takes the power of nature to throw-down some dice (or irascible monkeys) to stir things up; just when you thought it was finally safe to get back in the water. For example, after the best laid plans of august white-men to keep the sport of gentlemen lily-white, along comes a tiger of color who takes the field by storm. Uh-oh, gots to put an end to dat. And so the world's greatest golfer is revealed to be just another jock who can put it in a hole but can't keep his jock on. What a jock-off ...

Then you got Californicatia. Jockpot! Take a big slice of Eden. Put it down where "the sun shines most the time, and the feeling is 'lay back' ... L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home. New York's home, but it ain't mine no more." "Doobie, doobie, do ..."

Smoke some dope and smoke some more; pray for hope and hope for morons to run the show. Showtime! Import a governator from LA, via Austria (where, according to The Obama, the people speak Austrian). Showtime! Fly-in (on a broomstick) some bat-shite to spice-up the mix. And then what d'you got? D'you got a whole movie-lot of horseshit goin' on, that's what d'you got.

I could go on, but it hurts too much. Hopey-dopey, mofo ...

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