Pollywogs!

Can a modern day weather forecast be an omen?

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“At so-called Newtonian (i.e., slow) speeds, the term uv/c^2 is pretty close to 0, and the equation reduces down to the familiar w = u + v.”

I’ve often wondered about this.  Now it makes a hell of a lot more sense when you consider ‘observed’ reality to be a fudged illusion re-enacted in your consciousness a couple milliseconds behind actual reality…

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Reddit says McCain has jumped the shark.  I have to agree.

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 ”Let that sink in. Gonzales and Sampson had conversations about circumventing the Senate to install a former aide of Karl Rove as the U.S. attorney in Arkansas. Gonzales didn’t reject the idea. And when it finally came time to implement the strategy when Griffin was appointed, Gonzales seemed to be reading from Kyle Sampson’s playbook.”

Yes.  They are ALL habitual lying cocksuckers, every single last one of them.

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Evolution in America.  Read it and weep…or sob…or blow your brains out…because these are a backward and superstitious people, deeply steeped in their primitive ways…

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I knew it.  I knew it.  I fucking knew it.  I was ranting about this a while back to a friend, and since I stalled long enough, someone else did the heavy lifting.  On a related note, for those who are into long term investing as opposed to trading, I highly recommend Southern Company as a large, stable company with decent administration and a high-yield stock.  Good for those with a decade outlook, but that is a topic for a different blog post…

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I am an entomology junkie fucking dorkus…

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Got sent this by a friend.  Another one of those walls I was peering out through, I just took for granted the fact that Jesus as a historical figure was ‘for realz’.

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I know if I had cancer, I would worry less about taking marijuana every day compared to taking aspirin every day…

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So, at this very moment, the future course of history could be changing.  Bush could be executing the next step of the PNAC plan for the future ‘Cold War’ replacement, the justification for the future of the MIC, the War on Terra.  What if, tomorrow morning, I arise to find that the US launched a preemptive strike on Iran, Iran responded by sinking half the US fleet with nuclear tipped cruise missiles which they had no defense against, the entire Mideast region exploded in protest at this unprovoked attack, half of the United States is in a confused uproar, unsure if they should riot and thrown down the government or simply open another beer and turn on NASCAR…

So we were doing a little errand running in Jersey Shore today…

At the bank: I personal, minor pet peeve of mine is folks who insist on waiting in line for a specific drive-thru slot although all of them are equally serviceable (although my aunt once explained to me a reasonable explanation for a fraction of these people). So we pull in and I mutter “what is wrong with those tards” as we drive past the “tards” waiting at JSSB…

Pulling out of the bank: I often wish we had a digital camera, as the things you see in Jersey Shore, you probably don’t get much outside of some bumfuck hill-town in West Virginia…the bit I saw was an aging, rusting 1993-ish Chevy Cavalier with three kids fresh from High School riding inside. Leaking exhaust, wonderfully ghetto…but no biggie if they can’t afford anything nicer…until I see the trunk and the GIGANTIC ALUMINUM SPOILER (ok, not quite THAT bad)…jesus fucking H christ you silly retarded twat fuck kids, have you no shame???

Pulling out, pt 2: The next car behind was another three kids in a nicer ride, a mid 90’s BMW 3 series convertible…a little scratched up, but nice enough…the car we pulled out behind was the problem. Some fucking punk ass kid driving a fucking a new mustang…very nice that mommy bawt joo dat pretty wittle cawr, aren’t joo speshle! As if people don’t become shallow attention seeking whores fast enough without their parents enabling them by either buying for or letting them drive a new $25k car to school…

At the other bank: pull into Sovereign, past three cars in line for the first slot (another “fucking tards” comment), grab the chute bitch and throw my goods in, and look over at the car at the window beside me…omg…the guy looks like he doesn’t have the wits to drive the car, and the woman is either half comatose or half asleep…both make me afraid to get back on the road…I know you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, but these were two retarded looking books…and then a car pulls into a parking spot on my right…and this real honey heaves out…the kind where you ask yourself “how can they go out in public, have they no decency?”, with her rather normal looking husband and slightly unkempt child in tow. I say to Kell “she must suck cock like a champ, for him to stay with her” (or something similar, cause that is the type of kind and sensitive husband I am), followed by “I hate this town”…but I guess you get people who have given up caring about life wherever you go…

As we were pulling away, Kell says “You really are Hitler reincarnate”…maybe I shouldn’t be so judgmental to other people, even if they look retarded or hideously, morbidly obese…I’m sure its just their glands?