WASHINGTON—Reports continue to pour in from around the nation today of helpless Americans being forcibly taken from their marital unions after President Obama dropped the Defense of Marriage Act earlier this week, leaving the institution completely vulnerable to roving bands of homosexuals. “It was just awful—they smashed through our living room window, one of them said ‘I’ve had my eye on you, Roger,’ and then they dragged my husband off kicking and screaming,” said Cleveland-area homemaker Rita Ellington, one of the latest victims whose defenseless marriage was overrun by the hordes of battle-ready gays that had been clambering at the gates of matrimony since the DOMA went into effect in 1996. “Oh dear God, why did they remove the protection provided by this vital piece of legislation? My children! What will I tell my children?” A video communique was sent to the media late yesterday from what appears to be the as-yet unidentified leader of the gay marauders, who, adorned in terrifying warpaint, announced “Richard Dickson of Ames, Iowa. We’re coming for you next. Put on something nice.”
Meet 11-year old Supatra Sasuphan, recently named the world’s hairiest girl:
Supatra is thrilled about her Guinness World Record. I can’t help but wonder how long she will remain happy about it.
From The Telegraph UK:
Supatra Sasuphan has told of her delight at being named the ‘World’s Hairiest Girl.’ She has been teased her entire life by other children calling her “monkey face” and “wolf girl”, but now the 11-year-old has been given a Guinness World Record and she says it has helped her become extremely popular at school. “I’m very happy to be in the Guinness World Records! A lot of people have to do a lot to get in,” she said. “All I did was answer a few questions and then they gave it to me.”
Seriously, Intelligent Design advocates, please explain hypertrichosis in an “Intelligent” way. Pretty please.
Former Gainesville Florida president of Mothers Against Drunk Driving Debra Oberlin was arrested last week for driving while impaired.
I posted it here. My headline was, “I love you, Debra Oberlin.”
Who in the world couldn’t love this woman?
Over the weekend, someone or some group is battering Le Café with hits. It’s as if someone googled the search terms “Debra Oberlin .234 and .239″ and is clicking the link over and over and over. I have 100s of incoming hits off of those exact search terms. I can’t imagine more than one person using those exact terms to search for Oberlin.
But maybe I’m wrong. Floridians aren’t known for being the brightest bulbs in the socket.
Regardless, Oberlin will get what she deserves (hopefully). Yet I imagine all those AA lovin’ Oberlin haters are all going to embrace forgiveness and not anger when they pummel her with their hateful words. Sort of like this lover who responded on the original post:
This hippocritical bitch should be public beat to death or better yet,turned over to any 100 of the thousands whose lives she helped ruin with her holier than thou bullshit,and let them deal with her.It would be too much to ask for that the system will subject her to the full extent of the law.They will probably coddel her because of the income flow she helped create.
“Love ‘em with hate,” should be the next motto on the Florida license plates.
Get crackin’, all you Floridian prisoners!
“I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, If I did not know about god and sin, would I go to hell?. No, said the priest, not if you did not know, Then why, asked the Eskimo earnestly, did you tell me?”
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, 1974.
In college, my mentor Brian hosted an Academy Award party every year. Brian headed the English Communications department at the itty-bitty college I went to, and film studies was his emphasis.
Back then, I hadn’t seen several of the movies that were up for an award, and it made guessing winners difficult.
Since college, my appreciation for the Academy Awards has faded. I still see only a few of the pictures, and the glamor and the glitz has subsided, especially now that I know what goes on behind the scenes. I appreciate acting, writing, editing, set design, directing, etc. But lusting over stars, celebrities and movie makers is a sort of dismal religion.
It’s like Jesus, Yahweh or Allah. You (think you) know everything about him. You gush over him at church and in prayers. But truth be told, he knows nothing about you. And he doesn’t care. He says, I hear your prayers, but really? Come on.
Isn’t it weird that you know all kinds of trivia about all kinds of people you “love.” But they don’t know one iota of information about you except that you provide their gluttonous paychecks?
Last night, Tina put on the pre-game dress awards after dinner, and I watched the Dawkins/Lennox debate that I posted yesterday. When I did hear what was being said about the dresses, I made uber-snarky remarks that made Tina laugh. All that fluff makes me sick.
We ended up getting trapped by the train wreck, and kept the show on till the end. I kept my laptop with me to brave the down time, but kept one ear on the show.
James Franco and Anne Hathaway hosted the show like two of the worst amateurs in the business. And the show itself was upstaged by the set design.
All in all, I’m not sure I can say I’m glad I watched it. Admitting it here makes me blush a little.
Or, as Tina put it, what the Academy saved on the host budget by hiring two idiots, they spent on Hathaway’s many costume changes.
Whatever did you do with your Sunday-evening Academy Award night?
Apparently the show could have been worse. This portion was cut from the original show:
32 While the Israelites were in the wilderness, a man was found gathering wood on the Sabbath day.33 Those who found him gathering wood brought him to Moses and Aaron and the whole assembly, 34and they kept him in custody, because it was not clear what should be done to him. 35 Then the LORD said to Moses, “The man must die. The whole assembly must stone him outside the camp.” 36So the assembly took him outside the camp and stoned him to death, as the LORD commanded Moses.
That whole killing somebody over picking up sticks kinda dampens the whole “God is the same yesterday, today and forever,” motif, doesn’t it?