Why am I concerned about this?  I don’t actually care that much but haven’t we reached a point yet in our society where people can just quit being so fucking up tight about anatomical depictions of the human body?  Sorry, if your kid is asking what that is hanging between his legs, clearly you’ve failed as a parent and never taught him how to pee.  I’m not a parent but I’m no fool to believe some kid is going to need to be lectured about sex as a result of seeing a naked statue.  What’s to blame for this repression?  Religion.  Remember, the world ends on May 21, 2011.  Nuff said.

We are finally starting to approach spring up here in the northwoods.  The pot heads are coming out of the forest and visiting the store once again stinking up the place, and the roads are full of pot holes again too.  Life in Michigan: where tourists can pretty much count on losing an axle on the roads as soon as they cross the state line.  Speaking of traveling, I did finally take a vacation (after 6 months of constant work) and took a trip down to the corn fields of Iowa to meet my new niece Lucy.  It was nice to see that Sarah and Brian run a tight ship, emulating the fine examples of our parents.  Christopher has grown and is finally learning to speak using complete sentences, something that will always make him my favorite nephew (make sure you remind him of that) and Lucy was sporting a fine head of hair, clearly preparing to wear home made barrettes made of bright pink sequins for the annual family pictures.  It was nice to see them all and even help them to acquire new channels on their TV.

On my way home from Iowa I managed to spend $10 on tolls going through Chicagoland only to end up at Ikea to spend a paltry $35.  I had never been to an Ikea store before and I had planned on making some bigger purchases to help furnish my new house.  Once there, I decided that other things really needed to be accomplished prior to setting up a Swedish sweat lodge in my basement.  Really, I simply can’t have a country bumpkin, collection of random things going on.  I need more consistency than that so some planning is going to be in order.

I am enjoying my new 47″ TV that I purchased with my profit sharing bonus at work.  Of course everyone I know is simply amused that I refuse to get cable TV to go along with it, they all think that I’ve wasted my money because I can’t watch 600lb men behave like fools at national sporting events in 3D.  Little do they know that there is more to entertainment than learning how many feet there are in a yard.  Like, perhaps watching the latest episode of Glee.  Gavin the wonder dog has been having a good time exploring his new house and it has not taken him long to get quite comfortable wandering around outside, soon I’ll be able to fence him in and I won’t have to stand out there and watch him every time he needs to go out.

I won’t even go into all the drama lately at work.  Let’s just say I’m glad I’ve got my shit figured out since at least that means I’ll be able to keep my job.

So that’s about all I have to say for tonight.  We’ve sprung the clocks ahead by an hour this weekend and so my body still thinks it’s much earlier than it really is.  I must be off to bed if there is any hope of me waking up in the morning.

The 12-story building, designed by Philadelphia-based architecture firm Kieran Timberlake, will use its surrounding natural setting to protect it from potential terrorist threats — a meadow, woodland and a moat will buffer the embassy the main road.”

Just takes you back to the middle ages dosn’t it?  I’m hoping that the meadow will be populated with sheep, the woodland inhabited by dragons, and the moat filled with sharks.  That should keep just about everyone out, except the gays who will be naturally attracted to the massive disco ball in the middle of London.

Nielsen stats put the average teen’s texting rate at about ten per hour during the day. This, and basic math, leads to some terrifying conclusions!

The math works out to about 40,000 words a month.  I hate texting via mobile devices.  It takes me 30 minutes just to figure out where the letters are on the dam phone.  I’ve seen kids in the store with thumbs moving faster than the speed of light, and to think that I could not even type on a typewriter with any proficiency until I was 17!  I’m getting old.

Young Chuck moved to Texas and bought a donkey from a farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day. The next day the farmer drove up and said, ‘Sorry Chuck, but I have some bad news, the donkey died.’

Chuck replied, ‘Well, then just give me my money back.’

The farmer said, ‘Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.’

Chuck said, ‘OK, then, just bring me the dead donkey.’

The farmer asked, ‘What ya gonna do with a dead donkey?’

Chuck said, ‘I’m going to raffle him off.’

The farmer said ‘You can’t raffle off a dead donkey!’

Chuck said, ‘Sure I can. Watch me. I just won’t tell anybody he’s dead.’

A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked, ‘What happened with that dead donkey?’

Chuck said, ‘I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898.00.’

The farmer said, ‘Didn’t anyone complain?’

Chuck said, ‘Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.’

Chuck now works for JP Morgan.

So here then is a list of the other things I am thankful for.  This year they tend to be somewhat political.  You need to think about some of these to understand them.

1.  I am thankful that once again another state has joined the dark ages and successfully told me that I’m not worthy of marriage by popular vote and that my humanity has been reduced to the viewpoint that I am somehow a threat to your bratty children.

2 . I am thankful our current President is indeed a liberal socialist because I truly enjoy watching tea baggers “teabag” themselves.  It’s quite a feat to be able to do that to yourself and it fascinates me that FOX news has turned from news to hardcore porn…and their viewers have no clue.

3.  I am thankful for Sarah Palin because without her the conservative right would be direction-less and none would have any idea why they support the policies they do.  After all, Sarah certainly knows and understands her positions….and so do her supporters.

4.  I am thankful for Adam Lambert because he had the audacity to expose and highlight the ridiculous double standard held by people in this country regarding sexuality.  You know it’s quite fine for 2 women to suck face on national TV but god-for-fucking-bid 2 men try it.  Keep telling them to fuck themselves Adam, maybe someday they’ll get it.

5. Finally I’m thankful for Carrie Prejean and her wonderfully large melons.  If she had not tried to inflate her ego in the same manner she inflated her chest, we might not have ever had the opportunity to watch a rising star fall so fast and so quickly.  Keep cranking out the porn Carrie, at least you’ll be able to pay your bills legally.

So, there you have it.  5 things I’m thankful for (I think) in a year that has been quite interesting politically.  Remember folks, this blog isn’t just for your reading pleasure, this is written documentation of a time in my life….that’s right, do you think we’d remember any of this in 5 years if I had not just written it down?

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So I may or may not write again here until I return in a week.  Hope you all enjoy your work week, I’ll be PARTYING (don’t worry, I’m an adult, I can party without being a dumb ass).  SO, see you in  week!!

By the way, Mom, I’m getting you one of these shirts!!!  Wow!  LOL!

Sodomy is the only sin for which God came down from heaven to destroy. Though God dealt with many other sins in various ways, there is no other for which he came down from heaven to verify and destroy. In the New Testament, sodomy is declared to be “against nature.” And of the men, Paul in Romans 1 says they leave “the natural use of the woman….” In effect, there is no greater sin against God than to reject how he made you, and no greater sin against women than to reject how God made them. But will the Antichrist be a homosexual? Having seen what the Bible says of sodomy, we have no further to look than the book of Daniel, chapter 11 to find our answer. It says, “Neither shall he [Antichrist] regard… the desire of women….” As I said at the onset, I am not the first to draw attention to this, but the verbiage is clear.

In case you didn’t know, Wasilla is Sarah Palin’s home town in Alaska.  You know, the place in Alaska where you can see Russia from Ms. Palin’s bedroom window?

Now then, I envision the homosexual Antichrist as a 7 foot tall Liberace in a gaudy sequined pin-strip leisure suit and a red velvet hat.  What do you think?