Worst crime against humanity? Transformers: The Movie, Indiana Jones 4, or drunk driving…I just can’t decide. Shia Labeouf, who’s name just says I got my ass kicked multiple times in the 3rd grade, must die.

Hubba, Hubba, Hubba! Money, Money, Money! Who do you trust?!
It seems the Joker economics of the U.S. government has spilled over into Iraq as that government hands out $7000 to its citizens, often in person, and while there is a rule that no one gets that handout more than once, really, does anyone out there trust that there’s any real checks and balances to make sure one guy isn’t getting $14,000 or $35,000? Meanwhile, we’re spending how many billions per week to reconstruct a country that obviously has some money lying around? Also, not that I really had any support for this war to begin with, I am really beginning to wonder what the fuck the conservatives are yammering on about when they say we can’t withdraw. I suppose since they broke it, they figure they have to fix it or buy it, or as things are now, both. However, the Iraqi government, in negotiations for keeping US troops in their country have demanded not only that military maneuvers by our troops must be approved by them, but that a timetable for withdrawl of our troops be made. These items coupled with the fact that more US troops died recently in Afghanistan than Iraq, and a resurging Taliban (you remember them, they aided and gave support to the people who flew airplanes into buildings, run by that one guy, who “wanted dead or alive” or not, has evaded capture and is a lower priority for our leader than someone who, and I quote, “tried to kill my dad”) makes me wonder where our priorities are globally and locally. Hell, we gave control of our Afghan forces to the UN, the same organization conservatives ignored while gearing up for war in Iraq. Could it be possible that when Obama speaks of moving 7,000 troops to Afghanistan to fight actual terrorists from the over 100,000 troops currently in Iraq, he may be talking what an older conservative might call “horse sense?”

From the same town that has a Pridefest so large Nazis from other states come to shout, “Not in our backyard!” (you’d have to ask the Nazis about their logic on that one) I have found my new favorite Black Irish gay bar. Named with a mixture of Gaellic and Jive Talk, Brocach (pronounced bro-cock,) caters to only the finest, and I do mean “fine,” clientele. Check it out, and if you’re nice, the bathroom attendant may give you a tip you’ll never forget.

Bush gets angry at a press conference earlier this week when it hit him that his “lame duck” status actually began in 2004.

For the 2008 Summer Games, China has secured 200,000 cheerleaders to lead the crowd in what Madsen might dub the “fap, fap” heard round the world.

NBC buys Weather Channel for $3.5 Billion in hopes of exclusive video of hot, sexy Bertha action.

As we continue down a, far too long, election season, one is forced to wonder how any candidate will be able to rebound the economy. Last week, it was reported that June (for the 6th straight month) bled jobs, a reported 62,000 jobs lost. Not the best time to be hunting for a new job like I am, I guess. Seriously, this time W. can’t blame a soft economy before he took power, or terrorist attacks. This recession is his and his alone. I thought the wars were supposed to help create jobs in the manufacturing sector, and high fuel prices have encouraged heads of business to move factories back to the States as shipping their products from Asia is just getting too costly. Still, we can’t keep, or increase our employment numbers or see an upswing in the financial markets, or value of the dollar for that matter. The USA, another company George W. Bush drove into the ground, and just when we’re good and fucked, he’ll be out of office. Good luck, America. Actually, we’ll have better luck if he doesn’t try to ride the coattails of Jimmy Carter as an ambassador in his post-presidential career.
Speaking of the bad economy, even Starbucks has announced that they will be closing 600 stores, outplacing 12,000 workers. I hope some of those Women of Starbucks actually invested the money they made taking off their aprons for Playboy, well, in this soft economy, I doubt investing would have helped them much anyway. (No, I will not be making a pun about them “losing their shirts.”) Now granted Starbucks is very much the victim of their own bad business plan of being on every fucking street corner of every fucking city and expecting to still be making a profit, while competing with themselves, however, when a business decides it needs to close six times its planned closures in the coming year, I think the problems run deeper than just bad planning.

Of course, in Bush’s America, there will always be the story of the rich getting richer. And they don’t come much fatter, paycheck-wise, than Rush Limbaugh’s new $304 million, let me repeat that, $304 Million!!! 8 year deal for his radio show, which figures out to $38M/yr. oh, and included was a $100 million signing bonus. Limbaugh apparently, solidified his relavance this year, when he sent his mindless automata listeners to the polls to vote for Hillary Clinton in an attempt to prolong the Democratic Primary and hopefully tarnish nominee, Barack Obama. I would like to thank Rush and his employers, Premiere Radio Networks for earmarking that kind of money for his prescription drug habits and truckloads of pork sausage, rather than to clothe, educate, or feed someone who may actually be in need in this country, you know, like one of the 12,000 unemployed Starbucks castoffs.

Okay, okay, maybe it didn’t happen that way exactly, but I’d like to think it did on some metaphysical plane.

I just saw the following two headlines next to each other on Yahoo! and well, I guess I know who I’m voting for, if I didn’t before.

• McCain: ‘Patriotism is putting country first before all else’
• Obama: ‘Patriotism means faith in one another as Americans’

Oh, and can someone in the media please stop giving undecided voters and as quoted earlier today, the “mushy middle,” so much damn airtime! It’s great that you can’t decide what fucking socks to put on in the morning or where you want to eat tonight, much less who you’re voting for in November, but do it in fucking private where I don’t have to listen to your whining…well, unless you blog, cause whining’s what it’s all about.