ABC News reported that Attorney General John Ashcroft ordered the statues covered because he didn’t like being photographed in front of them.
Since the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, Ashcroft has been photographed several times in front of the female statue that represents the Spirit of Justice. The statue has its arms raised and a toga draped over its body, but a single breast is completely exposed.
The other statue, of a man with a cloth covering his midsection, is called the Majesty of Law.
Keeping in mind that Attorney General Ashcroft is a narrow-minded, power-hungry little nazi who probably uses the Constitution to wipe up after jerking off…
am I the only one who sees an incredible amount of symbolism in him wanting the personifications of Justice and the Law hidden from sight and in no way associated with him?
That’s not even getting into the issue of trying to obliterate famous works of art for religious and political reasons; something the United States blasted Afghanistan for doing just a year or so ago when they blew up those statues in the desert.
Man, I haven’t seen anyone point and giggle at ‘boobies’ since junior high. When will the people in the Justice Department grow up? I think I’m going to go to the National Gallery for lunch tomorrow, before someone goes through there with a bunch of drop cloths.
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It looks like it will be a beautiful day out. I turned off the TV this morning just to listen to the sounds coming in the windows. Cars rubling down the street, birds chirping, taxi drivers cursing.
This is the second time this week I have had this feeling. Where everything seems to be freeflowing. Most of the time, I feel little different than when I was in scchool, locked into schedules and appointments. Maybe it’s an early onset of spring fever, thanks to the weather. But I’m not going to complain. To feel like every step you take is somehting enjoyable, that you really want to do… how often does that happen?
We’ll see how long I stay in this mood. In an hour and a half I must report for jury duty. I’m gonna put some people in jail! (Am I allowed to send people to the electric chair?)
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Study: Basic cable raunchier than broadcast TV
"South Park," an animated show on Comedy Central, was overall the most "offensive series," the study said, with a per-hour combined average of 126 violent or raunchy moments. "
Next you’ll be telling me that MTV or VH1 play too much music.
This is one of those great “Duh!” moments in life.
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"The Chair," with John McEnroe as host, may have won its personal battle with Fox, but could be in some danger itself. It drew 9.8 million viewers last Tuesday, ranking No. 57 for the week.
How sad is it that 10 milion people actualy took the time to watch that god-awful show? The participants and host make even Anne from The Weakest Link, (another hour of boredom) look animated and candid. Man, I thought it was bad when sit-coms filled prime-time. If this keeps up, I may have to do something drastic like read a book.
Meanwhile, for people who tire of Winter Olympics competition on NBC, Fox has a special in the works for late February. Called "The Glutton Bowl," the two-hour show will feature people competing to eat large amounts of foods like hamburgers and eggs.
And you know, a couple million people are going to sit at home and watch TV to obtain the same level of entertainment you can get at your local McDonalds.
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So I think for the time being, my web site is set. I have completed most of the templates in the new CMS, so my journal will work and look beautiful, much liike myself. And I have a new front page, again featuring my reluctant model, Lea.
I really wish I had something to rail against tonight. But I have been feeling humdrum all evening. Couldn’t even find anything in the news feeds to upset me really.
I caught an article about the Department of Defense comng up with plans on how to make themselves into the first line of defense in this country.
There are very good reasons the legions of Rome did not enter the city walls.
I’m begining to wonder what it will take to get the shrub out of office. Most people seem to expect him to lose the next election, which he’ll surely run in. But I dont know. As a president he has been lackluster at best. But he strikes me as a man who has many more things going on in the background than even his closest advisors know about. I don’t think he’s playing the same game the rest of us are.
I really wish I could just cough up this lung and get it over with.
Is it just me or does the media really want Enron to be a scandal? But nobody seems to care. We have men lying to congress. A dead man worried about the lies. The shrub is ready to fight a court battle to keep what he knew about it secret.
But nobody cares. Maybe we’re all looking for the story that this seems to be trying to overshadow?
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So now the archives return. They may not be pretty yet, but they’re there. And for the first time, they are almost a complete archive of all my online journals. (There’s a few from the mid 90’s if I ever find them, that have yet to be posted).
Man…it’s so pretty I could cry.
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If this post goes through, then I have successfully migrated my online journal to a new management system.
Blogger was nice, and very easy. But it erked me having to rely on another web site. While Ev did an amazing job for one man virtually leading the revolution, blogger was never perfect.
So I’ve spent most of the last 24 hours installing MovableType, who’s greatest asset for my mind is that it operates totally within my account.
It isn’t totally functional yet. But it will be soon enough. For now, the archives are not functioning. And some adjustments need to be made to the template. But it was either post a work in progress or not post at all for an unknown length of time. And I know you’d all miss me too much.
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And in a case of being absolutley the last person on earth to the table, AOL has decided to sue Microsoft for anti-competative practices.
I believe this is what’s known as “picking over the remains”.
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“O’Neil is alleging that while she shopped there on Oct. 19, 1999, a creature that appeared to be a lizard jumped out of a tropical plant display, and she tripped over the animal. As a result, she experienced extreme pain and suffering, and permanent injuries, resulting in loss of earnings and the need for hospital care, according to the summons.
“The lawsuit does not tell how the creature got into the store, or what happened to it afterward.”
Supposedly there are those out there who think I am about as stable as an Argentinian government.
My friends have been telling me this for years, but this time it comes from an unknown source in New York, where I grew up.
I’m positive it isn’t my immediate family, because none of them would pass up the chance to call me cuckoo to my face. And the source of this news is unacquainted with the majority of my friends and co-workers. Which leaves the assorted secondary family members; cousins, aunts, uncles, and assorted married people.
My immediate and continuing response to the news has been:Thank God!. I lived in that setting for at least 18 years. After a brief hiatus at a place superficially known as a school for higher education, I got the hell out of Dodge. You can even ask my mother how upset I was when my initial departure was delayed just a few days.
Life in central New York is so humdrum, so uneventful, and so colloquial, that it could make a hot-water-bottle constipated. Ignorance, apathy, and bigotry run rampant.
And the idea of ‘trying’ doesn’t even occur to most people.
I was raised spitting distance from a nuclear weapons storage facility. I’m a cracker who grew up thinking white people are bad. We were so poor that poor people took pity on us. I went to a high school that I hated more than any experience in my life, and would gladly burn to the ground if only they hadn’t built it out of brick. I went through an education system where I was rewarded the most when I did the least work. Physical abuse, mental abuse, and sexual abuse were everyday occurances in the area where I grew up. I put myself through four years of obscenely expensive college only to learn more about my field in the first six months of employment. I moved 400 away from every one and every thing I knew. I occasionally have to talk with guys who have M16s over their shoulders just to walk the streets or get to work. People drop jumbo jets on my head. I live in the middle of the biggest political madhouse on earth, and have yet to meet a politician I could take seriously.
These are the things I will mention in front of strangers.
And you wonder why I am less than coherant?
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This bill is brought to you by the same people who told youy not to distribute condoms in high schools because it would lead to teen sex.
I went to high school. You went to high school. My friends didn’t start having sex in high school.
They started having sex in Junior High.
(No, I’m not telling you when I started).
These people are fundamentally lacking in the intellectual department. The idea that by omitting discussion and education of a topic is an adequate method of preventing said topic, is utterly ludicrous.
Kids know about fucking. It’s one of those things you don’t ever need to read a book about or recieve instruction on to figure out. What kids don’t know, and are likely afraid to ask about just because of laws such as this, are the dangers they potentially face because of varoious forms of fucking.
The very foundation of the lawmakers argument is flawed at best. The idea that there are crimes against nature, in relation to sex, is a pretty prejudiced viewpoint. I don’t find men’s asses particularly alluring. “Moos” and “Baaas” don’t exactly give me a hard on. But if that’s what does it sexually for someone else… well why not. No one is getting hurt. And likely all parties involved are enjoying themselves a great deal.
Is it bad because a book written two millenia ago says so? This same book would ban American Football. Most farmers in this country would be put to death for their planting practices. And I have a couple ex’s who should have their hands cut off. Just because a book is old doesn’t mean it is omniscient. Think for yourself while reading… some things just may not be applicable anymore, if they ever were.
This is all, of course, me assuming that they’re being forthright about their reasons for introducing this bill. But like most stupid people, their own words tend to trip them up:
“[Homosexuality] is illegal and also carries risks,” Mrs. Cobb said.
Mrs. Cobb said the Family Foundation will ask for a “friendly” amendment to be added to Mr. Welch’s bill that would allow teachers to simply say there is a risk of contracting a sexually transmitted disease if a person engages in a crime against nature, though not going into lengthy detail about the sex acts themselves.
I don’t know how these people manage to procreate. What, with their incredibly ignorant and dangerously outdated views and knowledge of sexuality.
It has been at least 15 years since the majority of humanity believed that AIDS, or any other ailment, was a ‘gay’ disease.
And it isn’t a punishment from God. In the long run, being gay is about who you fall in love with. And there is not one place in the Bible, or any religious document I have ever read that describes any form of love as bad.
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I’ve really got to thank PETA for showing us all that stupidity is it’s own reward.
In case you haven’t met these people, they are basically the Keystone Cops of the animal rights movement, constantly finding the most ridiculous method of protesting animal cruelty.
Yes, I actually had a former employee of PETA tell me they were going to send a complaint to McDonalds because there was a tray of roasted chicken in one of their ads.
I can’t remember exactly where this took place; I just heard the story on the radio this morning. But some town in the midwest, I believe, holds a fairly regular deer culling, to thin the heards before snowfall in hopes of preventing starvation.
Obviously PETA was hot over this. Since all the hunters involved are required to wear those orange field jackets that make them look like construction cones, PETA decided to capture and release about 400 deer, after attaching orange jackets to them. The idea being, that the hunters would think twice about shooting anything in orange.
However, despite what Deliverance might teach you, not all hunters are braindead hicks. And the hunters were armed with shotguns, which required them to hunt from close range. So they had no trouble discerning deer from man.
And with a local shop keeper offering rewards for the return of the jackets, especially with bullet holes in them…
well, lets just say there won’t be any starving deer in one town in the MidWest this winter.
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Notables and no-names alike searched at airports
Is there anyone out there who doesn’t think that this who “search-a-senator’ story is just one big public relations ploy to make the little people feel better and accept all the changes?
Frankly the airports are being run by inbred morons who couldn’t protect a tuna sandwich. The last time I flew, it was shortly after that idiot tried to give the whole plane a hotfoot. So they started doing “random” scans of people’s footware.
Was I the only one who had heard that the explosive in this guys shoe was a malleable substance, that simmply required a trigger of some type to set it off. I could easily have had it wrapped beneath my belt or lining my bag.
“Make the little people feel good, so we don’t all go belly-up!”
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It’s more than a little fucking sick that with almost every charity in North America suffering severe cutbacks, people are complaining about the money New York City families will recieve if they were involved in the world trade center.
It’s sick.
Absolutly no money will make up for the actual loss of a person.
And yet in all likelyhood, most of the survivors annd families are going to be millionaires once they collect all their checks. And still people are complaining it isnt enough.
Well fuck you.
We aren’t here to rebuild your lives for you. We aren’t here to make you feel good again. All anyone could do is support those in trouble while they rebuild their own lives.
There are people out there every day losing family and friends to murder, starvation, illness, and accidents. None of it is fair.None of them will be driving away from the funeraal in a limo though.
Get over being a victim. If you aren’t strong enough to rebuild your own life, how will you help those around you? As if you cared.
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It’s a miserable day in the neighborhood.
All the forecasted snowstorms are here. Unfortunatly, they mistook rain for snow. It’s a dull gray day with sub-freezing rain covering the City.
I froze my cahones off just going for groceries. I can’t be the only one who’s sick of the weather. The subway escalators sounded like Humback whales today, groaning their way up a 150 feet.
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So if the first American killed by ‘Enemy’ fire in Afghanastan just happened this week…
then how did the CIA agent killed in the prison revolt die?
I don’t remember hearing the term ‘friendly-fire’, but there aren’t a whole lot of alternatives.
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New Times Broward Palm-Beach unravels the abiding mystery of Youree Cleomili Harris, or possibly Youree Dell Harris, a/k/a Miss Cleo. Here’s an interesting nugget: Callers to her Psychic Hotline get instantly “upgraded” to “preferred customer” status, which allows them to dial in to a different number for consultations. That number turns out to include “the AT&T access code for (the Republic of Niue), a tiny coral island in the South Pacific that has become a nexus for high-priced phone schemes.” Calls there ring in at as much as $7.53 per minute and end up routed to a service center in decidely un-exotic Omaha, Nebraska, and then to independent subpsychics around the country. So– Wait a minute. You mean the whole thing’s a scam???