I just have to do this

I found this on Break.com through a friend and absolutely could not resist posting this video. It is a great spoof of all of the lame "entertainers" that we all have had to suffer through the past few years. I can't the embed code from Break, so I found it on Youtube.com

I Wanna Be A Pop Star

Blessed Be, and don't have a drink in your mouth while watching this.
{You may ruin your keyboard & screen.}
Dr. Strangelove.

Germaine's Webcam

I am a big Foamy the Squirrel, Jonathan Ian Mathers & IllWillPress.com fan in general. I thought this was funny & deranged in so many ways, & needed to spread the word of our "lord and master".



Blessed Be, and stop staring.
Dr. Strangelove

National Squirrel Awarness Week

This is courtesy of www.scarysquirrel.org/
Click the link above to goto the original text, and working count-down counter.

Fall is harvest season, and October is the harvest month in the northern hemisphere. It's the time for harvest festivals, county fairs, Halloween, and that last plunge in the ol' swimmin' hole before winter sets in.

Well, Patriots, what was once a carefree time of year has been co-opted into a season of skwerlien debauchery. For, as many of you know, the second week in October was declared National Squirrel Awareness week in 2000 (England proceeded the States with its own National Red Squirrel Week in 1998).

We're not quite sure who to blame for this commemoration. Also note that the starting date varies from year-to-year, place-to-place. For example, there's seems to be disagreement as to when the second week in October starts. Some say it begins on the Sunday after the first full week. Others begin festivities on the first Sunday of the month (unless the first Sunday is the first day of the month...). It's confusing, but the week's timing and who's responsible for it isn't as important as what to do about it.

Sure, we could intiate a campaign to do away with this national embarrassment. Or, perhaps we should promote Skwerl Awareness Week as a time to drive the bushytails back into their forest hovels where they can gambol around with all their skwerlvert eco-terrorist friends. Then we could release an army of famished wolves into the forest and... well, you can see where we're going with this...HEY! THE NEXT NAT'L SQUIRREL AWARENESS WEEK BEGINS:

OCTOBER 07, 2007

Blessed Be our furry little friends!
Dr. S

So, you wanna see something REALLY SCARY?!?!

I saw this & thought back to when I was working for 'Disco On Wheels', when I got sent out to babysit the kelo dj's. But there was one night I had to drive & setup a gig for some dance at either Harrisburg or Canton, and the DJ, Wally Wingert, {who now does a butt-load of voice work, [i.e. Family Guy], & other stuff, and is still a good friend of mine}, and myself had both just seen the movie

"Twilight Zone"

[UPDATE 07.10.14: Thanks to 'The Mut', I corrected the movie from "Tales from the crypt"]
So, to top it off I had an aluminum splint on my wrist like a bad captain hook & Wally was dressed in all leather. For the whole night during the gig we referred to each other as "Aluma-Man & Leather Lad".

Mind you, Wally doesn't imbibe in anything, and I was totally dry. {yes, there was a time that I was responsible}

And as the night closed, & we bundled up all of the gear back into the truck, & we hit the highway to head home.

Imagine a full moon that you can drive & see EVERYTHING. It was a "I wear my sunglasses at night . . . . " moment.

We are still chatting back & forth about various things, and then it happened.

Headlights about two miles away.

I turned to Wally and asked "Do you want to see something really scary?'
He picked up on where I was going, and we both went into movie mode. Dialog & everything.

So here we are driving down a rural 2-lane highway, in a box-truck that has no equal for forward lights, {I forgot to mention that our boss rigged the panel van with a light package that would impress/blind people, why?, just because}, and there is someone coming at us.

So, I shut off the headlights, & there was mention of 'there might be nun's out there!!!', 'rocks must have taken out the headlights', etc.

As we got closer, I flipped the switches for the auxiliary lights, and turned them all on at about 3/4 of a mile. And by our guess, the car left close to a 150 yard skid track.

That made our night.

So anyway, now on with the show:

Do not watch this if you are tripping on anything, 'Cause it might warp your mind, curve your spine, and may help to lose the war for the allies'. {George Carlin}
But it is still cool.



Blessed be the artists that can have the forethought, patience, {thirteen hours}, to do things like this.


Dr. Strangelove

Britney Spears - VMA 2007 - Gimme More

By popular request, {and this way I don't have to search for it again}, I'm posting the video of one of the most resent tragedies.

Just don't eat anything before watching.

Blessed be, and remember that spandex is a privilege, not a right
Dr. S.

Notes from the veranda Pt 1

So, as I sit out on the 'back porch" of my favorite pub, I am realizing it is actually a nice night to go camping. Unfortunately I have to be at work in about five hours to load the musical "Movin' Out" into my venue, babysit the show, shut our gear down,
drink, eat, sleep, baby sit show again, {read the label from any shampoo bottle and you will understand}

"Lather, rinse & repeat"

Anyway, I just felt it my duty to let you all in on a little secret. Promise to not tell anyone. Seriously, double pinky promise.

I killed a squirrel the other night.

I DID NOT MEAN TO DO IT! HE JUST RAN OUT & I SQUASHED HIM TO MUSH!

4400 lb vs 10oz [now ooze] what do think will win?

If you want to make contributions to the memorial fund for its family, send it to the Sioux Falls humane society;

And if you want to view the grave site, it is somewhere in the woods north of Rice, on Bahsen just shy of the bend to the east.
As an ordained pastor of the Universal Life Church, it was my calling to respectfully deal with the situation.

SO ANYWAY:

Physically or verbally, we all kill things, ideas, intentions, & love, without knowing that we have done so. And when we finnaly find out about it. It ends up too late to pick up the remnants & make good of the situation.

So, if you find yourself wondering in the trees & find a marker with foamy writen on it.

Please pay respect.

And if you find yourself wondering around going "WTF have I done? Where am I going?".

Take some time to enjoy what you have, & who you have in your life.
You may be surprised.

You asked for orignal material, you got it. Shit like this normally goes to my phantom site.

Blessed Be, & be respectful of others.
Dr. S.

Umm, words escape me on this.

Would he be 'slap-happy'?

Stoned Out of His Mind - Watch more free videos

Blessed Be, and pull your pants up
Dr. S.

And now for something completely different......

So, my friends & family. Several of you expressed concern from my last post. I am ok, I just needed to blow off steam. Is that not what weblogs are for?

So I bring you this.



Politically correct? NO!
Fun to watch? YES!
Pertaining to our current life in America? {sidebar, I misspelled america, & one of the choices was calamari, WTF?} HELL YES!!!

So, Blessed Be, & enjoy the calamari

Dr. Strangelove

Good people, just stupid choices

O.K.

Why is it that the people that I know make some of the most stupid-assed decisions without asking someone else "Is this a stupid-assed thing to do?'.

It honestly scares me.

To those I see on a nightly basis. I'm sorry for being a total prick this last last week. Shit

This was longer. I cut out the crap that I had written after proofing it.

In all, yes I finally lost it after the pub closed. After reproofing, I realized I had left out the point of this post.
And thought I should tell you that a friend of mine committed suicide a few months ago. I only found about it last week.

Right now all I can say is be yourself, believe in what you do, and keep buggering on. And if you suspect someone not doing the same.

get them help

Blessed Be, and follow what The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy says on the cover.

DON'T PANIC!

Doctor Strangelove, ULC

P.S. After reading this, I sound like a total idiot. But I still stick up for my friends. Alive or dead, I will still tell you that YAAFM for pulling this kind of crap on those of us that care about you.

"The Amazing Jonb"

Being alone, being lonely, and dealing with discrimination

Ok, some of you get on me about posting stuff that is not of my creation. Well, tough-sh!t, my place, my editorial commentary, and my rules. And when I find something funny, cool, or that I feel that others would enjoy in expanding the intelligense of ones brain. I will post it. My sandbox, my toys, my opinion. At least I give credit when I can to whomever is the author.

That out of the way. I came across this article on Forbes that gives credence to what I as a single person have felt for many years. If someone married has a child or significant other that is sick, no-prob getting time off. However when the woman I lived with for over ten years calls up & I need to take her to the hospital, I get screwed out of PTO leave. If my pet, {that I considered my child}, got sick or died, I got buppkiss for sympathy from the corporate talking-heads that decide my monetary state.

But if I were married it is a whole different story. I would be allowed to come in late from dropping the kids off, leave early to pick E up from the clinic, and if the call came through that she had gone into labour, be ordered to leave the premises to attend my child's birth.

But I have seen too many of my friends lives ruined by jumping the gun early getting married before they realized how much they torque each other off when they are stuck together all the time. [what happened to me]

And remember kids:
Marriage is eight letters long.
And that makes it TWICE as bad as a four letter word.

If I get married, it will be to someone that I know I will be able to live with forever, die for, or die with.

Blessed Be, and . . . .
MY NAME IS DOCTOR STRANGELOVE, I AM SINGLE AND [almost] PROUD!
And be sure to check the link @ the end of the article.

This is the Forbes.com article

Best Cities For Singles
Stop Singlism!
Leslie Talbot 08.21.07, 6:00 PM ET

Listen up, singletons. If you've given up on the dating scene and resigned yourself to a lifetime of solitude culminating in a fatal fall in the shower and subsequent consumption by starving house pets, here's something else to fret about:

You're a member of the only minority subject to officially sanctioned discrimination--call it singlism.

As one of our nation's 90 million unmarried citizens, I've become inured to the social pressure to couple up--the backhanded insults and armchair psychoanalysis meted out by friends, co-workers, and well-meaning strangers at the bus stop whenever my marital status comes under scrutiny. And, believe me, I've heard it all. Selfish? Check. Immature? Check. Emotionally unstable? Check. Too picky for my own good? Check, check, and check.

But I've never bought into the prevailing notion that a perfectly fulfilling singular existence is little more than a karmic consolation prize. As far as I'm concerned, there's no more unfulfilling existence than one spent trapped with the wrong person. Take my word for it--a loveless marriage will sap your spirit and your sanity a lot more quickly than a lifetime of dateless Saturday nights. For me, then, and for many of the 41% of adults in this country who are single, singlehood is not merely the right choice. It is the responsible choice.

That's why I'm always so perplexed when confronted with evidence that the rest of the world believes otherwise.

From the workplace to the voting booth to your own backyard, the message to singles is clear, consistent, and omnipresent: Married:good! Single: bad! And, just to be sure you don't miss the point, there's no shortage of folks ready to pile on, just itching to remind you that, no matter how responsible and productive a member of society you think you are, without that "special someone" waiting for you at home, you are but a societal dilettante, unworthy of the rights, privileges and respect extended so enthusiastically to the coupled.

Single people make up a significant portion of the workforce, so you might think their employers would make at least a token effort to keep them happy. You'd be wrong. In their zeal to appear "family friendly," companies often overcompensate at the expense of singles, pressuring unmarried employees to travel more frequently, work more weekends and holidays, stay later during the week and refrain from taking time off during school vacation season, regardless of rank or seniority.

Not that all this extra work translates into a higher salary. A 2004 study by economists Kate Antonovics and Robert Town found that marriage increases men's wages by as much as 27%. All told, when pension, insurance and other benefits are factored in, married workers frequently end up out-earning their single counterparts by thousands of dollars a year.

Corporate America isn't any friendlier to singles on the consumer side of the equation, opting instead to shower their discounts on the wedded in the form of preferred insurance rates and "family" memberships at gyms and country clubs. And if you're considering a solo cruise or vacation to a posh resort or spa, make sure you've saved up enough to cover the "singles supplement" you'll be charged for daring to occupy an entire room by yourself. Happy trails!

Unfair, you cry? Don't look to the government for any redress, because they're in on it too. Anti-discrimination laws cover race, religion, gender and age--but singles go woefully unprotected at the federal level. In fact, when it comes to singlism, the government is one of the worst offenders, waving the tax code like a magical fairy wand of approval over married couples.

As a single homeowner, you can pay the same sale price, down payment, mortgage interest and property tax as that lovely couple in the identical house down the street--but should you choose to sell your home, you are entitled to only half the maximum capital gains exemption they will receive.

And, whatever you do, don't die--at least not if you have loved ones and want to leave stuff to them. A married couple can leave each other as much property, retirement savings and Social Security benefits as the surviving spouse can carry off, tax free. A single person's property, however, can be subject to all manner of taxes, or, in the case of Social Security payments, funneled back into the Federal trough in their entirety, regardless of total lifetime contributions.

For the record, I don't begrudge married people their due. And I will gladly pony up my share of the cost to keep the playgrounds open and public schools afloat. Contributing to the common good is the price we all pay for living in a civilized world, and if I can make someone else's life a little easier in the process, then, hey, more power to me. Besides, I'd rather have your children sitting in class perfecting their spitball skills than screaming in the restaurant booth beside me.

But I refuse to accept the idea that marriage alone should call for entitlements. After all, if single really is so bad, why are there so many of us? Why are we the fastest-growing demographic in the country today? And why, for every single deemed "unlucky in love," do I know a half-dozen more who deem themselves "lucky to have gotten out of that last nightmare relationship in one piece?"

The fact is, more and more Americans are deciding to marry when it's right and if it's right--not whether or not it's right. That's a state of affairs worth being thankful for. Now, if we could just get the singlists off our backs.

Leslie Talbot is the author of Singular Existence: Because It's Better to Be Alone Than to Wish You Were!

In the world of [in]-intolerants - - NSFW unless headphones

I found this blurp of a Jewish girl that pranked her {extreme} short fused parents via a morning radio show. The setup is that while at school she met an Italian & is dating him. What follows is what happened when she called her parents after her dad left a big rant on her voxmail triggered by one of the radio guys calling the home asking to speak with her.
Keep in mind mom & dad do not know the Jewish American Princess in their eyes, has a tap on her phone & the whole conversation is live, {though delayed thankfully}, and being broadcast as they spoke.


Jewish Girl Prank Calls Her Parents - Watch more free videos

Blessed Be those that find humour in the faults that they have.
And also blessed are those that do not have parents like this woman.
Dr. Strangelove

The 'Caerbannog Killer Rabbits' Await you all with great big nasti pointi teeth!

So our fantasy football draft is August 27th. And once again I am signed up to help fill the roster, once in a while to get a "WTF did you do to win that one?", from the guys who know player stats like idiot savants. However, where I am on the level of stats & my picks, is mostly part random luck & name recognition.

And speaking of names, I had to come up with a name for my team that was better than the generic one that commissioner Led created. Then I got to thinking "why not a logo too?".

So, after much consideration and research, here are the top five teams I came up with:

The first was something related to the plight of the mis-understood deadly squirrel.

-SIOUX FALLS PSYCHO-SQUIRRELS-

Then refined the name because I like the photo

-SIOUX FALLS SUPER-SQUIRRELS-

Then I thought of yet another furry favorite animal of mine, and came up with this name.

-ANTIOCH GRENADIERS-

Then I went to Camelot and got a real silly idea for a name.

-CAERBANNOG KILLER BUNNIES-

Then realalizing how silly bunnies sounded I left Camelot. I mean, REALLY, bunnies are not threatening! What are they going to do, nibble your bum?

And so I finally settled on

-CAERBANNOG KILLER RABBITS-

And the finalist logo is. . .

So . . . .

Blessed Be, and beware of not only the nasti teeth, but rabbits bearing switchblades.
Dr. Strangelove

A nice story about elephants

This is a flashback for me. I saw this when it first aired, and about fell off the couch laughing.
Thanks to Led, and the video he posted yesterday, I re-enjoyed some of the sketches from Carol Burnett. And remembered how damn funny Tim Conway was before the whole "Dorf" crap.



Enjoy. And for those of you old enough, look up the videos that made you laugh hard enough to almost laugh enough to make you snort, embarrass yourself, or projectile launch a contact lens across a room.

Then sit back & share with your friends what is truly funny.

Blessed Be, and happy Lughnasadh.
Dr. Strangelove

Let's not go to Camelot, it is such a silly place...

I cannot add anything to prepare you for what follows. Just beware of the beast.

Blessed Be, and the meaning of the grail will be yours.
Dr. S.

And yet again. MORE SQUIRREL!

I did not know the little buggers could be so talented.


Blessed Be, and feel the rhythm
Dr. S.

50s educational films - Part Three

This one comes straight from the Federal Bureau of Domestic Affairs.

So pay close attention guys!
For the life you save
may be your own.

Blessed Be, and be afraid, very VERY AFRAID!
Dr. Strangelove

50s educational films - Part Two

And yet another helpful cautionary film on ....

"How to
Spot Perverts"

Blessed Be, and always have enough tape handy!
Dr. Strangelove

50s educational films - Part One

Here is "a blast from the past":

"How to Treat
Lose Women"

Blessed Be, & follow closely
Dr. Strangelove

What the hell is a panini anyway?

Ok, some of you know my ravaging blood-lust against the politically correct bullshit that currently controls our lives.

Yet another thing that PISSES ME OFF to no extent is yuppie-bitch-marketing people, [not you Mr. Middlebrow], that make up a new fancy way to describe an old thing.

After careful & deep research I found out that Panini is just another way of saying......

A GRILLED SANDWICH!

Nothing more, nothing less. A couple chunks of bread, meat, cheese, and grill. THAT IS IT!

I did not know as a child, and continuing through the years of college, every time my mother, friend, or myself, made a grilled ham & cheese. We were making a 'gourmet delicacy'.

So cut the crap marketing people. Call a grilled sandwich, a fucking grilled sandwich!

And save us the cost of the bullshit ads that jack the goddamn price up of said sandwich.

Because I know many people that would rather pick up & eat a grilled cheese sandwich for $.50 than spend $5.00+ for the same damn thing that is called a name that nobody really understands.

Ohhh, wait, I finally see the ploy now. Not many people know what panini means, they just know it is trendy & that they gotta have it. Now it makes sense.

Blessed Be, And now I'm gonna go grill myself a panini on my George Forman waffle grille.
{note the 'e' on the end of grill? It makes it more trendy}
Dr. S.

inmate No. 28301-016 - prison sentence gets commuted

You may be asking "who the hell is "inmate No. 28301-016"?
ANSWER: Scooter Libby

After all of the Bullshit that has happened to try & sentence this mealy worm of a kiss ass to Dick Cheney, it was all negated by little King George. "I respect the jury's verdict," Bush said in a statement.

Yo Georgie, if you respected the verdict.
WHY THE FUCK GO AGAINST THEM?

The guy has been CONVICTED & SENTENCED! Again, like the Paris Hilton thing, those with money & connections get by with treatment that none of us in the vox-populi [sp?], could never dream of as a possible outcome of our wrong doings.

In the case of Scooter Libby, a.k.a. inmate No. 28301-016. [off topic, but anyone else remember the Libby's fruit jingle? I can't get it out of my head right now].

But he is getting no prison time for what he did. Where as you or I would probably be strapped down & executed like the Rosenburgs for treason & espionage.

This is yet another one of many of those "that shit don't fly with me" things that king George II has pulled. And Cheney is much worse from what little has slipped through the "I'm not responsible to anyone" net he has tried to construct around him. So click the link below to read the news story that set me off.

Bush commutes Libby prison sentence - Yahoo! News:

Blessed Be, question authority
Dr. Strangelove

P.S. also be very aware of big white or black vans with tinted windows & tons of antennas. For they and the occupants mean you great harm.

For all of you cubicle dwellers. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!

One of my friends that is also an escapee of the cow god put me on to this.

ENJOY!

Whack Your Boss

Blessed Be, and always remember to call 'the cleaner'.

I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH MIKA BRZEZINSKI!!!

Many of those out there know that I have an EXTREME lack of affectation for the snotty bimbo media WHORE otherwise known as paris hilton. [no caps on purpose].

I have yet to get a legit explanation of "who gives a f\/{k about this twunt, and why does she get so much press?"

If you or I pulled the kind of shit that she has, we would not see a day of freedom for many, many, WAY many years. This spoiled cwat, {I prefer twunt, and if you are lost by these terms ask someone that watches Dennis Leary's show 'Rescue Me'}. But I digress.

Yesterday on the msnbc morning news show 'Morning Joe', Mika Brzezinski refused to read the leading story about paris hit-on. Why you ask?

BECAUSE IT IS NOT FUCKING NEWS!!!! More or less a lead story!

I was happy when the thing many refer to as paris, got her pampered ass thrown back into jail. It meant a lot for me and millions of others that do not give a flaming rats ass about this senseless, mindless, self proclaimed spoiled bimbo leach media-whore twunt.

Then she got released this week, mind you STILL NOT SERVING HER FULL SENTENCE!

And the news equivalent of spam started yet again.

But Mika, who was one of the main on-site journalists on the scene during the 9/11 WTC incident, and brought us many more [true] news stories. Finally had enough.

She attempted to burn the story's script on air but was prevented from lighting it by a co-host. Later in the newscast, she subsequently tore and shredded copies of the story.

The video shows how asinine this crap has become, and how a very level headed true journalist gets pushed too far, and like in the movie Network, said "I'm mad as hell, and I will not take it anymore!"

That is why I have fallen in love.

That & I think she is a pretty intelligent, dignified, and smoking hot woman.
Too bad she is married, & her hubby is a cool dude.

Blessed Be, and don't stuff your dog in your purse.

It tends to really piss them off.

Earth To America! - Blue Man Group

Not only is this a fun video, it makes a good point.


I think everyone needs to be more careful of what we do while we are here on earth.

Because there really isn't any emergency exits to be found.

Blessed Be, and take good care of your mother on fathers day.
Dr. S.

That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!

Yes, I have not forgotten the great squirrel wars of the new century...

Evil Squirrel Attacks 3 Innocent People

Just when all seemed peaceful between man and beast, disaster arises in Germany as a sinister squirrel unleashes a furry frenzy on the defenseless populace.

Officials in Berlin reported an overly aggressive squirrel brutally savaging three people in a town before a 72-year-old man was able to bravely wield of its attacks with his wooden old-man cane.

The attacks began like so many others we have reported. An innocent 70-year-old lady sat quietly in her house, likely sewing or baking pie. Unbeknownst to her, a squirrel tenderly sneaked into her house, stalking her every move.

At the opportune moment, it sprung to life and before she could even react, it sank its teeth into her hand. Overwhelmed by the ferocity of the attack, the woman ran into the street, frantically trying to shake off the squirrel, according to police.

With the taste of human flesh fresh in its mouth, the squirrel continued its attacks. On a building site, a grizzled construction worker was simply tending to tasks in a building. With the blinding speed and raw power of an Olympian, reports indicate the squirrel leapt up onto the worker and attacked his harm. Shaken, and desperate, the construction worker lunged for a weapon -a measuring pole- and wielded it to try to ward the beast away from him.

Not phased after taking down two humans, the squirrel decided to go for the Hat Trick. He wanted a third victim.

Running on a 2-0 win streak versus humans, the squirrel spotted what he thought would be his next victim -a 72-year-old man- in a garden.

Not wasting a second, the squirrel lunged at the man and began its attack. A spokesman had this to say;

“…the squirrel went into the 72-year-old man’s garden and massively attacked him on the arms, hand and thigh.”

Somewhere, somehow, this man was able to overcome the initial injuries and reach for his cane, well, crutch and fight back against the squirrel. He reached deep and was able to deliver an ultimate dose of ownage in the name of mankind. The man managed to kill the squirrel with his crutch.

Make no mistake, however, that spring is just starting and with this squirrel now being a martyr, this is likely the first of a new string of animal attacks on humans.

Sources
TV3
Reuters

Blessed Be, and keep The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch handy.

Dr. S.

Yes's Owner of a Lonely Heart as you never heard it before

When I was is high school, the group I hung out with, {all theatre geeks}, listened to a lot of music. And when 90125 by Yes came out, it was almost like we discovered Nirvana. {note: not the shitty assed heroin addled grunge band, the god-like place the vikings goto in the afterlife}.

Every track on this album, which was a large plastic thing they used to play music on, was gold.
Anyway, this is a cool violin thing, And he finishes up with Smooth Criminal.



Blessed Be, and keep spinning those disks & rocking to the HI-Fi
Dr. S

Yet another thing that got fixed

Some of you know the hell I have gone through to get my shit back running on the new computer. One of the things aside from that was trying to get my template back after google/blogger kidnapped my template & dumbed down the interface that some idiot can edit the blog.

But not someone that has been using computers since 1978.

So I finally found out how to change things again, 'the old school way', and the sidebar links should open in separate windows like they used to, if you browse with internet exploder the warning should again prompt you to use Firefox. {you REALLY SHOULD! It is a lot safer for viruses, trojans, & other nasti things out there, and it is free!}.

AND IT NOW PLAYS NICE WITH THE E-VILE WIN-VISTA!

So, now I will be able to change shit around like I used to without the lame-assed interface that blogger forced down my throat.

Blessed Be, and remember "just because you have the capacity to do something, does not mean you should."

Memories of my musical past

I ran across this by accident. And as I watched it I immediately remember seeing it when it originally broadcast, [yes, I know I am dating myself]. They are both really kick ass songs, and brought back some really kick ass memories for me.



Blessed Be, & enjoy your lives. "Because no-one gets out alive"

Dr. S.

I FUCKING HATE WINDOWS VISTA !!!!!!!!!!

My main computer decided to take some acid, or eat some 'shrooms between the Vtime I was at my nephews graduation, [working fine], and getting home to send the video I shot to my dad, [Tom's Grandfather].

After going through the boot process, and after linking my camera to 'Duffy', I was presented with many colourful stripes, lines, & odd little cubes. At 1st I thought maybe I bumped my bag & screwed up a connection in the screen of my laptop.

Ohh, I was so wrong:

• Connect to TV - fun little squiggly lines.
• Connect to external monitor - same crap as what is on the laptop screen
• Thump it like I am playing bongos for Miami Sound Machine - I might get the screen clear enough to shut down without pulling the power & battery
  
• In the BIOS screen it will freak

So now I have an Acer [no I DO NOT RECOMEND THIS BRAND!!!!], with vista on it.

Within 3.5 hours of buying it, I had to reload the piece of shit twice.

And WHO THE FUCK WOULD SET ASIDE KEYS BY THE ARROW KEYS DEDICATED TO PRODUCING THE CHARACTERS € AND $???????

I do not give a rat fuck about using the 'euro symbol', and the fucking dollar sign is 'shift+4'!

I do not know of anyone THAT FUCKING STUPID!
[actually, I do, but they will remain nameless. Unless they decide to leave the range of the ankle bracelet detector].

Another thing is even though I have my external mouse plugged in, if I just slightly brush against the POS touchpad, I end up opening a ton a crap while I am typing, which begets more windows, which begets even more windows, etc, etc, and so on.

But, even Microsoft admits Vista sucks ass, & we will all have to "upgrade" again in 6 years.

Sounds to me like another Win ME/screw the pooch/take it in the ass situation for the minions of gates.

But, I really cannot return this bastard child of acer. I don't want to have to deal with porting shit over for a while.

That is, unless I find the dumb-fuck that designed this laptop.

Blessed Be, And don't buy into the bullshit that Mr. Bill tells you.

Take off eh, it's been a 2-4 since they started

Bob & Doug MacKenzie may be Canuks. But they are the funny part of my life in the USA.

They are still funny.



Blessed Be, and don't try the mouse in the bottle thing anymore.

They are on to that now

Dr. S.

clouds

I meant to do this earlier yesterday. But with the crap that came down on me, it just sort of killed my karma.


I was at work and went outside for a smoke & some fresh air, {yes, I know that is an oxymoron}, but I was in a thought pattern.

I actually was happy looking up & around.

It was not being happy, it was being peaceful.

As I sat & smoked my smoke, {marb lite 100}, I thought about the clouds above me. And it dawned on me that people REALLY TAKE LIFE TOO SERIOUSLY!

If you see a cloud the size of your car, it is most likely it is bigger than your neighborhood.

Clouds can look friendly with all of the white "fluffy" stuff. But the angry clouds are what you need to run away from.

And, it does not take long for a "happy" to become "extremely pissed off" cloud.

BUT THAT IS NOT THE CASE RIGHT NOW

I guess as the drunk shit-heads around me perverse what I what to say.

They can't do it

I love being able to see the clouds pass by.

Blessed Be, and don't take life too seriously
We all die in the end

What ARE they actually saying in Yellow Ledbetter?

Just some silliness to post. I found this through Fark, & I know at least one person who will enjoy it.



Blessed be, and leave Bennigans

SSI Shredding Demonstrations

This is what us might visually could happen when your significant other leaves you. Ugly, but cathartic.

At least in the dumpee's mind.

SSI Shredding Demonstrations

Blessed Be, and hand me something to feed the beast.
Dr. S.

This is cool accordion music

I know many organ players & Toccata & Fugue in D minor is a byatch to play, but a fantastic piece of music. This guy does it on an accordion very impressively.


And Part two...


Blessed Be, and be an organ doner
Dr. S.

God for geeks

If you have ever worked on a true mainframe computer, you may enjoy this. Otherwise it a fun take on creation. It will take a bit of time to get through though, it is like an old teletype running at 300 baud.

Click Below.

God

Blessed Be, and pass the key-punch stack

Psychology Today: A Nation of Wimps

This is proof of what I, my good friend Steve, and others call....

THE PUSSYFICATION OF AMERICA

Psychology Today: A Nation of Wimps

Blessed Be, and have a merry Beltane
Dr. S.

So, maybe this is why I have been sick?

Since I started at Century Theatres, I have constantly been sick. I thought it might be my diet, [changed that]. I thought it might have been dealing with the toxic chemicals, [no ventilation in my workroom]. And then I just passed it off as stress, [work hours varied, mostly overnight when no-one else is there, and being 24/7 on call].

But, I found this article that made me think. I have dealt with more than 300 compact fluorescent light bulbs in replacing them while at Century. Most of which were cheap lamps that had broken away from the base. The only way to remove/replace them was to use a pliers & yank it out of the socket while standing directly below the fixture.

CFL's are great on energy savings.

But up until now, I didn't realize how bad for the environment, and ourselves, they are.

I personally will stick with buying a lamp that, if it breaks, I might cut myself cleaning up. Rather than while cleaning up the mess, I not only cut myself, but poison myself.

Blessed Be, & if you have a bad CFL, the toxic waste station is @ the bottom of the north Cliff hill, just off of the Sioux River. [I think that is ironic]

Dr. S.

This is from canada.com. The piece is written by Steven Milloy

How much money does it take to screw in a compact fluorescent light bulb? About US$4.28 for the bulb and labour -- unless you break the bulb. Then you, like Brandy Bridges of Ellsworth, Maine, could be looking at a cost of about US$2,004.28, which doesn't include the costs of frayed nerves and risks to health.

Sound crazy? Perhaps no more than the stampede to ban the incandescent light bulb in favour of compact fluorescent light bulbs (CFLs).

According to an April 12 article in The Ellsworth American, Bridges had the misfortune of breaking a CFL during installation in her daughter's bedroom: It dropped and shattered on the carpeted floor.

Aware that CFLs contain potentially hazardous substances, Bridges called her local Home Depot for advice. The store told her that the CFL contained mercury and that she should call the Poison Control hotline, which in turn directed her to the Maine Department of Environmental Protection.

The DEP sent a specialist to Bridges' house to test for mercury contamination. The specialist found mercury levels in the bedroom in excess of six times the state's "safe" level for mercury contamination of 300 billionths of a gram per cubic meter. The DEP specialist recommended that Bridges call an environmental cleanup firm, which reportedly gave her a "low-ball" estimate of US$2,000 to clean up the room. The room then was sealed off with plastic and Bridges began "gathering finances" to pay for the US$2,000 cleaning. Reportedly, her insurance company wouldn't cover the cleanup costs because mercury is a pollutant.

Given that the replacement of incandescent bulbs with CFLs in the average U.S. household is touted as saving as much as US$180 annually in energy costs -- and assuming that Bridges doesn't break any more CFLs -- it will take her more than 11 years to recoup the cleanup costs in the form of energy savings.

The potentially hazardous CFL is being pushed by companies such as Wal-Mart, which wants to sell 100 million CFLs at five times the cost of incandescent bulbs during 2007, and, surprisingly, environmentalists.

It's quite odd that environmentalists have embraced the CFL, which cannot now and will not in the foreseeable future be made without mercury. Given that there are about five billion light bulb sockets in North American households, we're looking at the possibility of creating billions of hazardous waste sites such as the Bridges' bedroom.

Usually, environmentalists want hazardous materials out of, not in, our homes. These are the same people who go berserk at the thought of mercury being emitted from power plants and the presence of mercury in seafood. Environmentalists have whipped up so much fear of mercury among the public that many local governments have even launched mercury thermometer exchange programs.

As the activist group Environmental Defense urges us to buy CFLs, it defines mercury on a separate part of its Web site as a "highly toxic heavy metal that can cause brain damage and learning disabilities in fetuses and children" and as "one of the most poisonous forms of pollution."

Greenpeace also recommends CFLs while simultaneously bemoaning contamination caused by a mercury-thermometer factory in India. But where are mercury-containing CFLs made? Not in the United States, under strict environmental regulation. CFLs are made in India and China, where environmental standards are virtually non-existent.

And let's not forget about the regulatory nightmare in the U.S. known as the Superfund law, the EPA regulatory program best known for requiring expensive but often needless cleanup of toxic waste sites, along with endless litigation over such cleanups.

We'll eventually be disposing billions and billions of CFL mercury bombs. Much of the mercury from discarded and/or broken CFLs is bound to make its way into the environment and give rise to Superfund liability, which in the past has needlessly disrupted many lives, cost tens of billions of dollars and sent many businesses into bankruptcy.

As each CFL contains five milligrams of mercury, at the Maine "safety" standard of 300 nanograms per cubic meter, it would take 16,667 cubic meters of soil to "safely" contain all the mercury in a single CFL. While CFL vendors and environmentalists tout the energy cost savings of CFLs, they conveniently omit the personal and societal costs of CFL disposal.

Not only are CFLs much more expensive than incandescent bulbs and emit light that many regard as inferior to incandescent bulbs, they pose a nightmare if they break and require special disposal procedures. Yet governments (egged on by environmentalists and the Wal-Marts of the world) are imposing on us such higher costs, denial of lighting choice, disposal hassles and breakage risks in the name of saving a few dollars every year on the electric bill? - Steven Milloy publishes JunkScience.com and CSRWatch.com. He is a junk-science expert and advocate of free enterprise, and an adjunct scholar at the Competitive Enterprise Institute.

1972. The year that made my life

There are some people that do not agree with me with the outcome of the election between McGovern & nixon. But, as I sat stuffing envelopes, during the 1972 election at the "National Headquarters". I knew this guy was one of the best men I would ever meet.

I remember the fun, but at the same time serious aura of working there.

And that is why I helped out the next time around.

But while riding my ten-speed home down 18th street, after volunteering for the next campaign. I hit a pot-hole, destroyed the whole front end of my bike. [handlebar broke & dropped into the spokes]. Fortunately there was an SFPD two cars back from the idiot that tried to pass me thus forcing me into the pothole.

He helped me up, took me home, and I will never forget the look on my mothers face when I got out of the police car. After explaining what had happened, and with my bike totally trashed.

DIRECTLY TO THE HOSPITAL!

{seriously, I meant this post to be short. But this cathartic.}

The next summer my grandmother noticed & thought the lump on my shoulder might be a cancer. So I go back into the hospital, {I can't name it, but it used to start with an 'S', and still does}, and I go through x-ray & a bunch of other crap only to find out that I had a compacted bone in my right shoulder.

SO, Now to the point....

I got an email from my father. He is responsible for my political, but he & my mother shaped me into the socially conscious person I am now.

BUT NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT AT TIMES!!

So, not to bore you anymore, and I know that you are wondering were the hell I am going with this.............

Dick Cheney made a comment about George McGovern. And for me, I hurt.

The text from the email my father received this info was:

At last, Senator McGovern answered the recent uncalled for swipe taken by Vice President Cheney. Cheney attempted to blackball opponents to continuing the invasion and occupation of Iraq by comparing them to George McGovern. Cheney, who avoided service in our nation’s military, felt that comparing war opponents to McGovern would stir national hatred against the Democrats in Congress. Frankly, comparing the Democratic members of Congress to a World War II hero who was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross serves as a compliment to them. Do you know any Republicans who’d feel honored being called a “Dick Cheney Republican?”

I have prattled on long enough. Here are the links to the L.A. Times story. Otherwise this post will now go on forever. However, I still cannot believe the VP of our nation would be as dumb as his boss for such a public flub.


George McGovern: Cheney is wrong about me, wrong about war

And the opinions of others:

Votes of support for McGovern

Blessed Be, and please, I ask you to not be an ass to those that give a crap about OUR nation

Dr. S.

The Art of Pole Dancing

This is semi-NSFW, but it is still a great video. This woman is more of a gymnast than "stripper". And I have only seen one other woman that can pull off [don't giggle] these kind of moves.


Blessed Be the flexible
Dr. Strangelove

a young boy named Rocky Raccoon

A fellow named Led, had a song stuck in his head.
The song was Rocky Raccoon by the Beatles.
He tried to sing it to someone, just to have fun
And we were all on pins & needles.

But after the first, of many a verse
he forgot the rest of the words
But the doctor himself, with a network of wealth
but I can't find a rhyme except turds.

AHH SCREW IT! I couldn't think up good final line!

I found this so that he can annoy & perplex his coworkers even more:

Rocky raccoon

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye, Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy

Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot - he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better, I'll be better doc as soon as I am able

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival

Goo goo ka choob,
Dr. S.

SPRING IS HERE!

You know that spring is officially here when you see the flowers blooming.OK technically it is a weed, but a flower just the same.

Blessed Be, Dr. S.

This video ROCKS!

I came across this video by accident & had to share it with you. You can either click the title or link below. Or once the video starts below, hit pause. It takes a while to load while streaming, just pause until the load bar is at least half way across.

It is worth the wait.

ENJOY!

PIKAPIKA: PIKA PIKA 2007 release!

The only thing to fear, is the paranoia of fear itself

I found this story & I totally agree with the this mom's point of view. Read & decide for yourself:

MSNBC.com

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We Protect Kids From Everything But Fear

With hand sanitizer and long-sleeved swimsuits, we're teaching our children a dangerous lesson.

By Paula Spencer

Newsweek

April 2, 2007 issue - Four 11- and 12-year-old girls stood in front of my open pantry, mouths gaping wide. "Look! Fruit Roll-Ups!" "Oh, my God! Chocolate-chip cookies!" "You have regular potato chips? We only get the soy kind!"

After 14 years and four kids, I thought I'd feel comfortable as a mother. Instead, I'm increasingly aware of a prickly new sensation: that I'm some kind of renegade. Who knew that buying potato chips would become a radical act? Or that letting my daughters walk home from school alone would require administration approval? How did I, a middle-of-the-road mom, become a social deviant?

Fear is the new fuel of the American mom. If it's not fear of her child becoming obese, it's the fear of falling behind, missing out on a sports scholarship or winding up with a thin college-rejection envelope.

Apparently I'm not nervous enough. Last summer while I was loafing in front of the TV with my kids, the most benign things morphed into menaces. For example, the sun: long-sleeved, UV-protective swimsuits were all the rage at my neighborhood pool, while I could barely remember to bring the year-old sunscreen. The water wasn't safe either: at the beach I saw tots dressed in flotation belts and water wings—for shelling along the shore. And goodbye, cotton candy and hot dogs! At a major-league game I saw moms and dads nix the stuff as if they'd never eaten the occasional ballpark treat. As if their children would balloon into juvenile-diabetes statistics if a single swig of sugary soda passed their lips.

Half my kids' friends—who already make A's and B's—had summer tutors in order to "keep it fresh." I thought vacation was for relaxing and recharging. What would our pioneer foremoms think? (You want something to worry about, let me show you frostbite, typhoid and bears!) Heck, what must our own mothers think? (Snap out of it! Go worry about something truly scary, like how you're going to pay for retirement!)

I thought that once the kids were back in school, things would calm down. Instead, a fresh seasonal crop of anxiety sprouted, this time over corruptive candy fund-raisers and insufficient use of hand sanitizer. I know one mom who wants to change her son's schedule because he doesn't know anyone in his classes; she's worried he'll be "socially traumatized" all year. Another is afraid of a learning disability she just read about, though her child seems bright and charming to me.

And then there's playground panic. I had to laugh when an Australian study recently found that playground injuries continue to rise despite safety improvements. One of the suspected reasons: the safe new play structures are so boring that kids are taking more risks in order to have fun.

The fears are as irrational as they are rampant. Recently my children's elementary school failed to meet adequate yearly progress goals for a particular minority's reading progress under the No Child Left Behind Act and was placed on a warning list. This meant parents might gain the right to transfer their children to another school in the district. Never mind that this very same school sent more kids to the district's gifted program than any other, or that this entire district has the highest SAT scores in the state. The day the news broke, six different moms (none in the affected minority) asked me if I was planning to transfer my kids. From neighborhood pride and joy to threat to child's future overnight.

It's not that I think parents shouldn't worry about anything. I'm personally petrified of SUV drivers on cell phones. I fret as much as the next mom about how to pay for college. I pray my kids won't wander onto MySpace and post something dumb.

But you can't go around afraid of everything. It's too exhausting! No matter how careful you are, bad stuff happens (diaper rash, stitches, all your friends assigned to another class). And it's seldom the end of the world.

Watching my daughter's friends ogle my pantry, I realized there's one big, legitimate fear that I haven't heard anybody mention: what's the effect of our collective paranoia on the kids? Yes, these very kids we want to be so self-sufficient, responsible, confident, happy and creative (not to mention not food-obsessed). They're growing up thinking these weirdly weenie views are healthy and normal.

Walking out my front door that day, each girl happily clutched a plastic baggie stuffed with the exotic kid snacks that my daughter had doled out in pity. I may be a rebel mom, but at least I'm not afraid of a chocolate-chip cookie.

Spencer lives in Chapel Hill, N. C.

URL: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17770831/site/newsweek/page/2/

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© 2007 MSNBC.com

Blessed Be, play hard, eat the cookies, and dump that soy based crap!

Doctors orders.
Dr. Strangelove

I would love to do this!

I found this nifty little note & would love to shake this guy's hand:

K-MART HIJINX

I love animals, but this is BULLSHIT!

PETA for me stands "People Eat Tasty Animals". But having seeing this site, I will be grilling tomorrow.
[I don't know what right now. But it will taste like chicken]

Shortly after eating a delivery of Bob's chicken. Click below

What kfc needs to improve peta wants

GIMMIE A FUCKIN' BREAK YOU PASTEY ASS'S!!!!!

People are just too fucking "P.C." now days. It is time now to stop the silly bullshit to not offend people.

LETS BREAK AWAY & TELL THE POLI. CORRECT, ANEMIC, SOON TO BE A BAIN ON OUR HEALTH SYSTEM, DIP SHITS, THAT WE STAND STRONG, {because we eat real food/with REAL protein}, AND PUT THESE GELFLINGS where they belong.

That would be @ the nearest granola shop.

Don't get me wrong, I recycle, I re-use, and I try to compost a bunch of things that I use.

But right now. "PETA, HELLO!?!?!? GIVE UP THE FUCKING FIGHT!!!!!!!!!

You have tried this over twenty times, and KFC has won every time.
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Nobody really cares when it comes down to it.
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Blessed Be, and please pass the BBQ sauce.

I need my car washed

I think every town needs a car-wash full of hot zombie women.

Naked Ape "Fashion Freak"

Blessed Be, And remember to keep the windows up.

Just to spice things up

I give you . . .

"Stewie's Sex Party"

NSFW FOR VISUAL REASONS

Paper vs. Paper | haha.nu - This is just cute & fun

Click below to see the video.
It is just like my last few Ex's,- Short, Cute & Funny.

Paper vs. Paper | haha.nu - a lifestyle blogzine

Blessed Be

Hey I'm banned in China!

I found a link to this site that will check any URL that you type in to see if it is a censored web site to those in China. I know that I am not wholly banned because I have had repeated hits from Beijing, so there must be ways of getting around the "firewall".

http://greatfirewallofchina.org/

All the same, it is still a fun web thing to check out.

Yip yips meet the telephone

I don't think I need to explain this to anyone...

I am bored with life

I know everyone has had a few bad days. I my self, right now, am sitting in my bedroom trying to think of what movie to watch. Will it be Desperado, Drunken Master, or Bubba Ho-Tep?

Plain & simple....................

I am bored right now.

I am so sick of hearing the newest info on and about some fat blonde dying & how it happened, what she looked like, and what led up to the whales death.

WHO FUCKING CARES, THE BITCH IS DEAD!

There is a shit-ton of WAY more important things to report in the "news" than that.

There are people being needlessly killed for a war that 'officially' ended four fucking years ago. Not just Americans, but innocent bystanders that are just trying to live their lives without conflict.

We have payed enough. We have become the school bully of the world. What is next?

Let us give Iran a wedgie & a swirllie just because King George the second says so.

Let me check here:

• Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. -- never found, and if they were found, the US most likely gave them to them
• Iran has been mostly a lap dog staying under the radar since the hostage thing. {that is why the US gave Iraq the shit to kill people in Iran} And they have not done anything to piss us off since then.
  
• Muslims as a whole, are not different then anyone else. But after the twin towers, If you have dark skin and have an accent, the populous immediately think you must be a threat or a terrorist.
• We {the US} really didn't have issues with Iraq, aside from oil supply.
• Iran used to be "the good guys", we supplied a buttload of weapons & aircraft back in the day
• Now Iran is the "bad guys"
  
• They aren't. They just want to build a fucking nuke power plant. And the type they were planning cannot produce any shit usable for a weapon other than making you glow in the dark.
• Peace & harmony on the other side of the globe would be nice but, THE US IS NOT THE BIG BROTHER OF THE REST OF THE FUCKING WORLD!!!!

We have lost over 4,000 men & women since the "war" was over. Now we have the war that has been going on since in Iraq, Afghanistan, and possibly coming up Iran.

And there are no answers of why we are still doing this.

And how is it that no one can find a six foot plus guy in a dress that needs dialysis on a daily basis?

[for you in the cheap seats, I refer to Osama Bin Laden]

IT SHOULD NOT BE THAT FUCKING HARD!

In the end, I dunno, Depeche Mode said it best:

people are people

So..... I am no longer bored. I am tired, pissed, [both the US & UK interpretation], and need to sleep.

Blessed Be, And don't needlessly kill anyone.
Dr. S.

Yet again. . . FUN WITH SQUIRRELS & BASKETS!

As some of you know, I have an on going thing about the little furry tailed [cute/nasti] animals.

It all started with my post about Squirrel Fishing.
And then went on afterwards with the post "Fun with squirrels, Part two" about the Squngee & the Squngee Deluxe
Later on came, "Do not under estimate the power of squirrel"
But the most odd was the story of "Russian squirrel pack 'kills dog'."

If you are reading this & curious, scroll up & type squirrel in the search box above, then click search blog to the right.

But I don't know if I could still now describe my feelings when I saw this.

I love animals. I have an affection for rabbits, and some other small [wait until I find a King Lop though], animals. I love dogs too. But in my eyes, everything & everyone is fair game of needing care.

[Even cats, although I am extremely allergic to them.]

But my P.E.T.A. stands for &, = People Eat Tasty Animals.

And this video made me wonder that if my friends & I were bored & had the resources to something like this, then build the rig.

What would be our choice?

Expired food from the fridge that nobody can identify, or unsuspecting rodent foraging for food.
It is semi-funny though with the music. Just a warning, the audio is LOUD!



But then again. . . It IS pretty damn funny.

Blessed Be.

But if I find ANY of you doing this to a hungry bunny.

I and several of my 6'+ / 200+lb. friends will show you how it feels to be slung across the backyard.
Dr. S.

Can you say attention whore

I do not know which bimbo pisses me off for bad & unjustified news coverage. Britney going ape-shit with the clippers, or Ana-nik-smit, [on purpose since I don't wanna get taged by gooogle monsters] dying. But, I am sorry.

It really is no loss to the world that either of them is dead, or kills themselves.

THEY ARE MORONIC DUMB-ASSED BIMBOS!!!!!!!

I do not give a poisoned rats ass about either of these media whores.

And I, as well as others, are really, really, sick & tired of hearing about idiots with no talent that have done some stupid thing.

The fat bitch is dead.

Deal with it

The bald psycho is contained [for now]

Again, deal with it.

If you worship someone, let it be your significant other, kids, mom & dad.

Just do not worship bleached/shaved blonde dumb-assed twunts like these idiots.

click the header, or the thing below to read the story.

CelebPHOTO:

Blessed Be, & enjoy life without slutting yourself out
Dr. Stranglove

This is close to what I used to do [NSFW]

I used to, as well as many of you that view this site, bow down to the cow god.

I found this video, and knew that many of you will enjoy it.



Blessed be, and use the mute button at will
Dr. Strangelove