Posts tagged ‘stupid’
That was 2004.
And he’s right.
That (hate) train is never late.
Which is a million gozillion times beyond the saddest of sad things ever to spur sadness in the entire and collective history of the known universe.
At least it is for me.
Because, here I was, all peppy, proud and playfully politically puffy thinking folks were out there reading important shit, learning important shit and basically gettin’ their social and political shit all kinds of together.
Californians passed Proposition 30, which is a combined four-year, quarter-cent general sales tax increase and an income tax increase for people who make at least $250,000 a year. The money is projected to raise an average of $6 billion annually for the state’s general fund and education to prevent nearly $6 billion in “trigger cuts,” mostly to education, this year.
::: Yay Education! :::
Ballot initiatives allowing same-sex marriage passed in Washington state, Maryland and Maine.
::: Yay Equal Rights!! :::
Ballot measures legalizing pot in Colorado and Washington both passed, and initiatives legalizing marijuana for medical purposes in Massachusetts and Arkansas passed.
::: Yay Cheeto, err, Progressive Revenue Streams!!! :::
But then, alas, it happened.
The veritable tidal wave of racist rants I was fervently hoping against all possible hope would not be thought, typed or otherwise idiotically ideated flat out flooded the Twittersphere — with exactly who you’d expect to see barfing the most bigotry — Alabama and Mississippi.
::: Some things never change … :::
::: belch :::
::: blech :::
And I’m all ‘Goddamn you Alabama! Why can’t you make the news for something positive just ONCE?!’
ACK to infinity!!!
You are home to my two greatest joys and loves — my family and my beloved, sacred, down-on-their-luck-at-the-moment-but-ready-to-
RISE Auburn Tigers!!!
My happy places!!!
Why must you balance such wondrous glory and goodness with the kind of gut-level asshattery that should have died out MORE than decades ago?!?!
Quadruple ACK to infinity!!!!!
… oh, but I digress … this isn’t about me … it’s about an informed electorate … only not so much …
Floating Sheep produced a frighteningly telling geocoded map showing a spike in small-minded Tweets after election day.
They used a location quotient inspired measure (LQ) indicating each state’s share of election hate speech tweet relative to its total number of tweets. A score of 1.0 indicates that a state has relatively the same number of hate speech tweets as its total number of tweets. Scores above 1.0 indicate that hate speech is more prevalent than all tweets, suggesting that the state’s “Twitterspace” contains more racists post-election tweets than the norm.
Mississippi and Alabama have the highest LQ measures with scores of 7.4 and 8.1, respectively.
things people never change.
Ed. Note: I know it’s easy to be stupid and roll around in stupidity all day just being stupid and all … but now and then, just occasionally, every once in a while, open a fucking book and learn something rather than just sitting around spewing the stupid that just makes you look, well, STUPID!
This is why it’s called The White House, kittens:
It is a reference to the color of the house.
The porous sandstone walls of the building were coated with a mixture of lime, rice glue, casein and lead, which give it the white color and led to the familiar name.
It was originally called the “President’s Palace”, but was changed to “Executive Mansion” in 1810 to avoid connections with royalty.
People have always (always) historically referred to the building as the white house because of its appearance.
President Theodore Roosevelt officially adopted the name “The White House” on Oct. 12, 1901.
P.S. Pumpkins: Four More Years. Yep. Deal with it, bitches! 🙂
Forget EVERYTHING currently going on in any corner, crevice or crack of the entire and known thing we call THE UNIVERSE
because no event, no occurrence, no happening anywhere is anywhere nearly as interesting, as extraordinary or as singularly significant as what has taken place in that teeny tiny wee little underpopulated location we call China JUST this very weekend!!!!
Chinese Break World Mattress Dominoes Record
Is there no deed, development or feat of derring-do the peeps of the planet’s most populous place do not dominate?!?
It all went down in a Shanghai shopping mall on Saturday, where China state media approvingly reported that “volunteers, mostly domino lovers, first carefully arranged and leaned against 1,001 mattresses … being careful not to fall back and ruin the rally before it even started.
Can’t you just imagine the chaos if the group of Guinnes go-getters hadn’t been “mostly domino lovers”?!?
Thank GOD they left nothing to chance!!
Cheng Dong, an authenticator from the Guinness World Records, breaks it all down for us …
“For an event like this involving 1,000 people to succeed first time is not just about luck.”
::: Fuck no it’s not! :::
“All other conditions must be correct.”
::: Don’t even argue. They just MUST, OK?!? :::
“First of all, all the participants must fully understand the rules.”
::: Which are basically boiled down to ‘don’t fuck it up!’ :::
“Second, our volunteers were all very brave.”
::: Oh yes. A brave, brave battalion of cushion commandos, indeed! :::
Oh, but victory is fleeting and there is truly no rest for burned out bed bombers!
Because the challenge is born anew, bitches!!
Because just a scant few months ago, it was an American assembly of 850 pallet pilots from the holy grail of all things bed — La Quinta Inns and Suites — who were crowned the officially authenticated Guinness World Record holders for achieving the Largest Human Mattress Dominoes endeavor!
Do we hear 1001, America?!?!?
::: meh :::
Today’s ‘No Shit’ bullshit story: Kids who play ‘choking game’ may take other risks, too’.
Someone went out, secured funding and got their study on to prove the obvious obviosity that the precious little snowflakes who find it just nine kinds of F-U-N to obstruct available O2 from finding their little lung units DO, in fact, find risky behavior MORE than nine kinds of rewarding?
A group of APPARENTLYGOTNOTHINGBETTERTODOers over at the Oregon Health Authority spent some serious clock ticks surveying more than 5,300 eighth-graders to find out if they’d heard of the choking game, and if so, whether they had participated.
Twenty-two percent of children said they had heard of the game, and 6 percent had participated in it.
::: No word on what percent of pubers lied about either, but I think it’s safe to say that when talking about teens it would be a not tiny tally of the sum total of ’em. Talkin’ truth here … :::
And this, gentle readers, is the part where you close your eyes, travel to your mental happy place and take deep, cleansing breaths as you try to block from your mind the reality that THIS WASN’T ALREADY OBVIOUS!?!
Yesterday bore witness to a mighty feat!
A Major Accomplishment!!
A MONUMENTOUS EVENT!!!
… and you missed it …
… a fact that would normally make me put on a big ol’ boo-hoo frowny face for you, except — this time — I don’t have to.
Because you were saved.
Saved by my Birmingham Buddette — who’s name shall remain a secret but who’s initials are The Most Magnificent Mom and Marvelous Motorist Extraordinaire To Infinity EVAR!!!!
Because she’s a hero like that.
ALL HAIL BB!!
Because while you and Flo Rida were gettin’ your collective ‘Good Feeling’ on, she was diverting DOOM by keeping her shit all kinds of together while witnessing nothing short of all-out hitchhiking hijackery — on her windsheild!
How was the runaway reptile able to sustain the shanghai at speeds in excess of 70 miles per hour?!
How did my Birmingham Budette manage to operate her automobile under such dire circumstances?!?
How did that lizard stay latched on for more than 20 miles?!?!
How many of you motorists passed this public phenomenon – completely unaware you could have borne witness to one of the most treacherous treks in all of known history dating back to the invention of the WHEEL in the most ancient of times?!?!?!
Ohhhh, make no mistake about it, people!
THIS will undoubtedly go down as one of history’s GREAT mysteries!
Because the critter certainly has no comment and my Birmingham Buddette’s far too fly to divulge the deets before the book deal’s done!
… and you missed it
… ALL HAIL BB!!
When serious news happens, I’m all THANK GOD the Sun Sentinel is there!
And what was it this Saturday, March 17, 2012?
Egypt’s Pope Shenouda III going all kinds of dead at age 88?
::: nah, those mourning masses meant twelve kinds of APPARENTLY NOT MUCH! :::
The 8 NCAA men’s basketball tournament games being played?
::: puhleeze – 80 gozillionthousand people screaming about busted brackets – BOOOORING! :::
Supremely sinister shit STILL going down in a bad, bad way over in Syria?
::: uhh, like no ‘n stuff?! it’s Syria, not SoFla! :::
St. Patrick’s Day observer’s out gettin’ their green on and going batshit bazoinkadork in shades of beryl and bice all over the gat damned place?
::: get real. like $4.55 BILLION in expected retail sales is interesting in this continued new great depression or anything! :::
None of that pesky “actual news” even lives in the same hemisphere of being nearly as noteworthy as the in-depth exposé on what is indisputably THE most important issue ever to face the people of
Earth, the United States, the East Coast, Florida, Broward County, Tamarac!
There are slow drivers out there — and they are frustrating!
And I’m all THANK GOD the Sun Sentinel is there to wade through the uncertainty and confusion of this MAJOR STORY!
Apathetic automobile operators have produced nothing short of
all-around yawns an all-out affront to life as we know it!
The people have spoken and they are
easily placated pissed — they are out there reacting when provoked to respond to this non-event by beat reporters with nothing better to do.
And, you know, I’m all THANK GOD the Sun Sentinel was there to break it down in easily-digestible chunkletts!!!!
“Slow drivers are really a hazard,” said John Bowman, a spokesman for the National Motorist Association.
FEEL THE PANIC!
Joshua Rotenberg, of Fort Lauderdale, says he wonders why slowpokes aren’t “pulled over and slapped for being discourteous.”
SENSE THE OUTRAGE!!
“I get upset and wish them a slow death,” one reader said via Facebook.
FEAR THE VENGEANCE!!!
“It’s frustrating but it’s not worth ruining my day over,” said Darren Short, a delivery truck driver from Boynton Beach.
BRACE FOR THE CALAMI … wait. What?
“A lot of the time, it’s only a matter of a few seconds or minutes before the slow driver will turn off,” AAA’s Michele Harris explained.
Troopers agree! They say when encountering drivers committing the dastardly deed of deliberately dawdling during your day to just use your turn signal and change lanes.
Whew! Crisis averted!!
And I’m all THANK GOD the Sun Sentinel is there … or whatever …
I am no Mr. Blackwell
::: but hey, technically neither is he, since he’s dead ‘n all … :::
I am no Joan Rivers
::: thank GAWD!!! :::
I am no Heidi Klum
::: but I pretend to be every Thursday night at Sammi … err, uhh, nevermind … :::
I am no high and mighty fashion critic.
I’m a fashion ICON!
As in ‘Icon see that shit and that shit ain’t right!’
And this shit ain’t right! —–>
It’s wrongness exists on several levels, but let’s not go into the granular details lest The Situation wannabe at my local LA Fitness who tormented MY EYES this very afternoon feel compelled to divert his rufie and hair gel savings and put it toward the kind of marrow-level in-depth psychoanalysis his entire being is so desperately crying out for.
Let’s not do that.
We simply don’t have that kind of time.
But address the all-out fuckery that IS those shorts – WE MUST!
Because they aren’t shorts.
Those, my friends, are culottes, okay?
As in women’s fashion trousers circa 1978!!!
As in kinda ok these days for (women who do) yoga but not much else.
So stop it, douchebag.
Because it’s annoying to watch you try to be all testeroney as you priss and strut and flex and grunt while wearing those ridiculous things.
Because it doesn’t work.
Because it doesn’t make you look muscular, or masculine or, well, much of anything remotely, uhh, male.
It makes you look like my Aunt Carol.
There’s a Sports Authority at Southern and 441.
Visit the men’s clothing section pronto because, DAYUM!