Saturday, November 04, 2006
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The President--as of Friday, at least--has not yet leapt to the defense of his old buddy, the Reverend Ted Haggard. The White House remains most circumspect on the matter.
A reporter from All This Is That called and emailed the White House numerous times on Friday, inquiring whether the Pastor and The President had also enjoyed homosexual relations. None of the messages were returned as of press time.
An Associated Press photographer present at the photo opportunity pictured above said that as they shot this photograph, The President's right hand rested on Reverend Haggard's buttocks.
Friday, November 03, 2006
The Reverend resigned as head of the National Association of Evangelicals  and stepped down from the pulpit of his Colorado church while they check out the stories and allegations. Jones recently made the story public when he told a radio station of his three-year sexual relationship with the minister.
Haggard resorted to The Jimmy Swaggart ("I just put the tip in. Just the tip"),  and the Bill Clinton ("I never inhaled") defense. He denies actually having sex with Mike Jones, male prostitute, echoing the former President's "I never had sexual relations with that woman."
As for the methamphetamines, Ted Haggard told reporters he bought the meth "because I was curious." He threw it away. "I bought it for myself but never used it." he said. "I was tempted, but I never used it."
 Curiously, the NAE's web site is now blank, and "under construction."
 Frank Zappa commemorated Swaggart's arrest in Lonesome Cowboy Burt (Swaggart Version):
And I puff
And I pump up my sanctified erection
Till my cheeks
An' turn red
Along with my neck
On my shirt
Takes a little while before I squirt
But I've been doin' it for twenty years and they haven't caught me yet
Made a mistake this time!
Now I've sinned.
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The President is off into the hinterlands, delivering--for him--a firebrand speech hammering on the same old tired issues. I don't know what brain-spams caused these candidates to bring in POTUS when he is riding a sub-40 approval rate--but it can't hurt the Dem prospects!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
It is progress
To cross the great water
The wind blows low on the mountain
A righteous leader
Roils the people
And strengthens their spirit
Not by obeying the laws and dictums
But by living
The Good Life
What was spoiled by the father
And the mother
The righteous leader
Does not serve kings and princes
The laws on the books
Or Robert's Rules of Order
The righteous leader
Reports to a Higher Authority.
A year and a half after I wrote this (Dr. Condoleezza Rice - Nude Photos), dozens of people still visit All This Is That searching for photos of the Secretary of State, unclad. Alas, guys and gals, other than a flash or two of thigh through her skirt slit, there appear to be none to be had.
Dr. Condoleezza Rice - Nude Photos
Did you arrive at All This Is That looking for photos of Secretary of State Dr. Condoleezza Rice, nude or in flagrante with men, women, or both? Google shows large numbers of people searching for hot Conde photos. If bona fide photos do exist, I know you, the denizens of the WWW, will find them. Happy Hunting! You'd probably find more interesting pictures of people who pose nekkid professionally, but if you're just interested in sexing up The White House, you're on the right path-- at least it seems preferable to a passel of photos of, say, Paul Wolfowitz or VPOTUS Dick Cheney.../jack---o0o---
posted by Jack Brummet at 1/20/2005 01:06:11 AM 2 comments links to this post
DeLay, Abramoff, Santorum, Foley, and other GOP black sheep band together in a desperate last minute appeal
I was never a big Chuck Berry fan, but The Promised Land is one of my favorites. . .it has been covered by many people, including James Taylor, The Band (on Moondog Matinee), and in dozens of live performances by The Grateful Dead.
The Promised Land
by Chuck Berry
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
Straddled that Greyhound
And rode it into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte
But we bypassed Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling out of Georgia state
Had some motor trouble
That turned into a struggle
Half way 'cross Alabam
That hound broke and left us
All stranded in downtown Birmingham
So right away I bought me a through train ticket
Right across Mississippi clean
And I was on that Special Flyer
Out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston town
There's an uncle there who cares a little about me
And he won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born
He bought me a silk suit
Put some luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the Promised Land
Working on a T-Bone steak
A la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes
He would have us at the terminal gate
Swing down chariot
Come down easy
Taxi to the terminal dome
Cut your engines
And cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tell the folks back home
This is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Reuters reported today that Democratic Sen. John Kerry apologized directly to U.S. troops for his comments about Iraq, and students, that had prompted a firestorm of criticism from Republicans and President George W. Bush.
Kerry said earlier in the day he was sorry for a "botched joke" about Bush that was interpreted as a slam on the U.S. military. Republicans, in their current pathetic position, immediately seized on Kerry's statement. . .as if that could somehow ameliorate the electoral slaughter they are facing next Tuesday.
click to enlarge Johnnie Brummet, 1955
Hucking Eggs in Kent, Washington
Square Dance At Valley Elementary
Foot Washing Baptists & The Catholic Devils
Growing Up In Kent, Washington: Tarheels, Hayseeds, Hillbillies, and Crackers
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18,906 Days On Turtle Island
The Day I went Bald
My Jobs (List Number 9)