What Do They Expect?

The aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti is horrifying. There is no doubt of that. But it has only been four days, and I'm already reading articles about people getting angry and frustrated over the response time of the relief effort.

What do they expect? The country is in ruins, shipping is having a difficult time docking, it takes time to mobilize rescue efforts, gather supplies and the personnel to distribute them, and done with a non-existent local communication network.

Maybe now people will begin to see that Bush didn't have a magic wand during Katrina any more than Hussein has one now.

The Sad Part Is They're Not Joking

Screw me for a monkey butler if this isn't one giant pile of shit. A judge had ordered the SEALs accused of punching a scumbag muslim terrorist responsible for the murder, burning, and public display of 4 American citizens to fly back to Iraq for the trial. Apparently moving one dickhead was too much trouble, so 3 SEALs and who knows how many support staff has to wing it to the giant litter-box that is the Middle East to pursue a trial that shouldn't even be happening in the first place.

I don't give a flying fuck if one of them did punch the bastard. I wish all three of them had, several times, and the dirtbag ought to be thanking his murdering pedophile bandit of a prophet that they didn't. In my book, if you're a known terrorist suspected of the grisly murder of American citizens and you haven't been punched once or twice by the time you hit the courtroom, the first order of business ought to be a good sock right to the yap, as the first installment of squaring the account.

Read the bullshit here, if you can stand the stink.

How Much, Do You Think?

In the wake of the terrible earthquake in Haiti, several nations, led by the U.S. as usual, are scrambling to collect aid of all kinds to rush to the impoverished country. The news will certainly get worse before it gets better, but help is on the way.

I can't help but wonder: what kind of aid will the filthy rich rulers of the Middle Eastern muslim nations send. If history is any guide, the answer will be very little indeed. I'm betting that for the most part, the "religion of peace" will stand idly by while the infidels suffer.

I'll follow this up in a few days.

And Now For Something Completely Different

Howdy Gang,

I wanted to let everyone know that in addition to SPQA.org, I've started another blog, called The Ripper McQueen Show. I needed a space to take a break from all the (necessary) ranting; a place pretty much devoid of any serious political, social, or religious aspects. A place for me to be me: strange and unusual, yet witty and suave. Or something along those lines.

So when your head is about to explode from the latest shit to hit the fan, take a break and relax with Ripper McQueen. He'll fix you right up.

Michael Bloomberg is One Salty Bastard

NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg is a rat bastard in many ways. Mostly because he is one of the leaders of the anti-gun cadre, even though the thousands of criminals in his burg that make it a yearly contender for the country's most dangerous city continue to ignore the restrictive, unconstitutional bans that serve only to disarm the law-abiding citizens that need guns the most.

Now Mikey wants to add salt to the "crackdown" list of foods that the government wants to regulate, to save the unwashed masses from their ignorant selves. Actually, that's bullshit...I take it back. They don't want to save the unwashed masses from themselves, as they don't care about the unwashed masses. What they're really trying to do with all of these regulations is find more ways to control an increasingly restive and disillusioned populace in an effort to bring about the United Soviets of America.

According to the article I read, only 30% of people with high blood pressure need to watch their sodium intake. So, less than one-third of a fraction of the populace need their salt regulated, but Mikey wants all New Yorkers to suffer the consequences. That's like telling a city that half of the taverns in town will be closed because a handful of alcoholics can't control themselves. It makes no fucking sense, other than from a Big Brother perspective.

Well, it will keep going like this, probably, until some fool tries to ban chocolate. That's cause for revolution if there ever was one.

Here's An Idea

I think that Bammy's book ought to be re-issued with a more appropriate title:

The Audacity of Complete and Utter Bullshit.

Write what you know, right?

Warm and Furry

Like many people, I'm sick of all the PETA-inspired bullshit in the world. Poor animals this, poor animals that...but ignore the fact that we kill animals too, and keep them in huge meat lockers. They're all whack-jobs, and their anti-fur campaign is about as irritating as it gets. How long did Pamela Anderson paste herself on billboards saying she'd rather "go naked than wear fur"? Well, we'd rather she'd be naked as well, because she sure as hell isn't good for much else other than being naked, and even that is questionable these days. Age and hard living have not been kind.

So I was pleasantly surprised by a small ad in Sunday's Chicago Tribune. It was a furrier ad, showing an obviously naked Naomi Campbell wearing a fur coat and nothing else. The Naomi Campbell Coat, no less. So, good for her. And good for the furriers.

Wearing animal skins to keep warm...who'da thunk it? I mean, it's only been done for what, 10,000 years or so, right?