Finance is a complicated thing, and Iīm not the best person to explain it. But thereīs some questionable financial claims coming from Washington DC as blizzards keep federal employees out of the office.
"...the lost productivity of more than 230,000 idle federal employees. Official Washington was shut down for a third straight snow day -- unprecedented in recent times.
Office of Personnel Management chief John Berry, who decides when to close the federal government, has said each snow day costs taxpayers an estimated $100 million in work government employees donīt do." - NPV
So we are "losing" $100 million every day the government employees are away from their desks. Away from their desks. Where they would otherwise spend $30 billion per day.
Let it snow!
You might not have understood the point I just made. My level of financial genius often causes people to miss my arguments entirely. Like the time I met with my loan officer in an attempt to arrange high finance.
Note: I always employ an accent in the proper Queenīs English when I meet with bankers because it makes me seem even smarter than they are.
Dirtbag: Iīm richer than God.
Banker: Actually your numbers indicate that you donīt have any wealth at all.
Dirtbag: Now see here sirrah, I ask that you bear witness to the financial power seated before you!
Banker: ...In fact, it says you are severely in arrears at a variety of unsavory gentlemans clubs...
Dirtbag: My good man, if you canīt recognize my liquidity and vast wealth Iīll be forced to move my overdraft business to another institution forthwith!
I donīt want to call attention to this story, so if you read it, youīre a true member of the Dirtbag Mob. The thing is, women insist on telling men whatīs in their best interest. It literally happens to me everyday. But the events of today are such a grievous example of my torment that I had to post it. And it has potty humor.
A once-trusted woman is adamant that I eat a precise regimen of rabbit food and soy products. Normally I wouldnīt give a fat shit what someone tells me to do, but Iīm completely helpless when it comes to preparing meals so I end up suffering through whatever is put in front of me.
Today she lustfully placed a plate of pasta and salmon in front of me for lunch and demanded I eat it. I donīt like to eat, I only do it to not be hungry.
I called attention to the fact that the salmon, which was originally prepared for a meal three days earlier, smelled a lot like a certain female body part is reputed to smell, and that I wasnīt going to eat it because I didnīt want to get food poisening.
The once-trusted woman and the DBC roommate (an accomplished chef and restaurant owner) scoffed at me and shared a variety of derogatory chides about my sensibilities. Needless to say, the once-trusted woman took it upon herself to eat all the salmon. And then some more.
I went for a 7 mile run around the lagoon with the once-trusted women and then we settled in to watch the Loose Change documentary (10th time for me) which proves that 9/11 was an inside job.
"Oh God, Iīm going to be sick."
After a 30 minute workout on the toilet, the once-trusted woman returned and declared that she must have eaten something to turn her stomach. And this is the best part...
She THEN proceeded to lecture ME about how I donīt know anything about what to eat or how to go poop on a regular basis and that I need to do whatever she says. So now Iīve committed to eat an orange before bed every night to be more like her, and poop more often. True story. And I changed my mind about not sharing it with thousands of readers.
Preface - Yesterday I took a picture to accompany this posting, but it offended even me. So you have to use your imagination. Also, I have a condition called aquagenic pruritus that sucks for two reasons. First, any change in temperature or dampness on my skin can cause intensely prickly itching. Second, everyone thinks itīs all in my head. Remember that for later.
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Faithful readers will remember from the Dirtbag Festivus posting, that the hottest piece of ass willing to put up with my charms insists we hit the beach on the weekends. She has dark skin, large breasts and a narrow tush. Bitch!
The tropical island I live on is famous for no less than 42 beaches, many of which Iīve never been too. But letīs be honest, a beach is a beach and I typically have more fun sitting on the toilet passing half chewed walnut shells than I do in the sand. However, the once-trusted woman of whom Iīm speaking, promised that if I visited Galheta beach with her, I would see things Iīve never seen before and have unexpected fun.
We had to walk about a mile next to the warm surf to get to Galheta beach. We passed a gay bar on the sand, where potential Dirtbag rapists were spilling out of the rafters to the point where there was hardly room to pass between them and the ocean. Two lesbians in thongs were making out, and that was neat-o. Immediately thereafter we saw a sign announcing that we had arrived at Galheta beach. It was a bit of a surprise for me to see the "Clothing Optional" sign.
Iīm not going to put two and two together for you here, but letīs just say I find it interesting how often nude, gay men at the beach find reason to bend over and rustle their hands around their backpack every time I walk by.
After an ocean swim at Galheta and thanks to my Aquagenic Pruritus, I got a monumental episode of the itchies on my perfect apple-shaped butt. I knew the quickest cure would be to take off my trunks and air dry. I have never been faced with such a difficult dilemma, nor come up with such a liberating solution. A solution to a problem that no one believe exists.
Festivus is the holiday allowing those of us that aren`t lumped in with Christians, Jews and whoever wants to kill them both, to celebrate too.
I`m actually a day late in celebrating, but I bunkered myself in my bedroom the Dirtbag Jungle Command Center all day yesterday. Tonight I`m attending a seasonal party with Catholics and Arabs, so there`s a strong chance my celebration will be worth the wait.
The two cornerstones of Festivus are "Airing of Grievances" and "Feats of Strength". The Feats of Strengths should be a cakewalk this year, because all that`s required for it to be a success is a wrestling match, whereby the party host is pinned by a party attendee. The party hosts this year are an 80 year old Alzheimer patient and her 105 pound daughter. They`ve never celebrated Festivus, so a flurry of hammer drops to the neck should be totally unexpected. I`m focusing my preparations on the Airing of Grievances ritual.
My first grievance is that my roommate has adopted a neighbor dog that is now sleeping in our house. My roommate is always talking trash about how the dog doesn`t protect the house well enough, and how he habitually tries to bite his arm off in psychotic episodes. But when he thinks I`m not looking, he cooks entire meals for the dog and mumbles disgusting sweet nothings. I eat off the same plates that the dog does these days.
My roommate also has a new passion: playing a tribal goat skin drum. In the morning. And he tried to kill me the other day by asking me to remove a Brazilian Wandering Spider from his tub. He said the spider was already dead so it was no big deal. It wasn`t dead. And neither was the spider`s pissed-off mate
My second grievance is that the IRS drained one of my accounts a few weeks ago for no reason other than I apparently owed them money and didn`t respond to their massive campaign of written threats. Mostly it upsets me because the pride that comes with avoiding income tax only works until your bank hands over a stack of cash on your behalf. So I feel like a chump, but I`m able to air grievances to all my ex-pat mates, because I`m funding the next Senatorial cluster fuck and they aren`t. Free loaders!
My third grievance is that a once trusted female friend has been forcing me to go to the local Brazilian beaches every Saturday and Sunday. Since my experiences at the beach don`t include sessions of multi-player Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, I must insist that she take full responsibility for my enjoyment. Given my northern European complexion and the tropical intensity of a summer sun, that means a thorough application of albino grade sunblock.
The last two times she has massively fucked up said application, to the point where I have blistering red tiger stripe patterns across my face, arms, torso and legs. She smirks when denying any sort of plan to disfigure me so that other females are repulsed by my otherwise magnificent body. She also says that it probably doesn`t even hurt and that I`m being dramatic. Which means that when I get cooked on Saturday, I`m still obliged to go again on Sunday.
There are dozens of other grievances I intend to air tonight, I just don`t know what they are yet. But I`m fully expecting someone to: touch my food without wearing a new pair of sanitary gloves, deny all requests to show my newly pirated copy of Avatar during dinner, frown on any attempts of drinking myself into a drooling stupor, or express disappointment in my reluctance to engage in any level of small talk.
Scientists don`t have the foggiest idea how many species there are, but some claim to know how many are missing. It`s thought that about 99.9% of all species that have lived on Earth at some point are now extinct. What is the leading cause of extinction above all others by leaps and bounds? Ice ages. In other words, global warming is the friend of life.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, I`ve composed my top ten list of species I`m most eager to see extinct on land, sea and air.
10) Skunks: If you have dogs, and skunks live nearby, you suffer. My Jack Russell got into it with skunks on a regular basis, got nose and ear infections which ultimately led to him getting run over by my ex-wife. In the skunks defense though, my other two dogs also got run over by my ex-wife.
9) Africanized Killer Bees: Great invention. They swarm at the drop of the hat if they smell you breathing. I can`t walk any forested trail without flinching like the Viet Cong is out there.
8) Candiru Fish: These fish have a reputation for detecting urine streams and following them up to, and into, the source. A world without penis penetrating fish is a world I want to live in.
7) Polar Bears: They`re big, they`ll eat your ass alive, and with cap and trade you`ll personally be subsidizing each individual bear with a good chunk of your income. When we get into a cooling phase they`ll be wandering the suburbs eating your young.
6) Fleas and Ticks: It`s hard to pinpoint the ecological value of parasites, but it`s easy to identify with the creepiness factor of waking up with a critter embedded in your skin, engorged with your blood.
5) The Cataret Tribe: I`m actually calling for the extinction of any tribe that demands funding to be saved from any perceived sea level change, permafrost melt or other climate maladies that have been happening for the past 4 billion years. Pick up your reindeer hide tent and move it over there.
4) Man Eating Sharks: Cool in the zoo, not cool at the beach. Yeah I know, they don`t like the taste of humans. But I`m not a big fan of the method they employ to make that determination.
3) Mosquitoes: More blood suckers, but these ones have a damn pilots license. Mark me down as being opposed to any form of blood sucking, with the added bonus of disease transmission.
2) House Cats: Yeah that`s right, you heard me.
1) Brazilian Wandering Spider: The spider most responsible for deaths doesn`t just kill. It`s venom causes massively exaggerated erections that do permanent damage to the equipment. I see one in my house about once a week. So I live in constant torment of dying with a projection in my pants that looks like I`m holding a pizza.
I probably won`t care, but the other people reading this might. So go ahead and post your extinction wish list.
I assumed Tiger Woodsī legal team could convince a judge that Adolph Hitler was just the front man for some Jew from Nazareth with a god complex. Maybe they arenīt as think as they smart they are.
"US Weekly has reported the couple has a prenuptial agreement worth $300 million, which would make this the most expensive celebrity divorce in history. Right now, Michael Jordan holds that record when his wife, Juanita, received an estimated $150 million settlement." - CBS
Here is how my conversation, as acting legal counsel, would have gone with Tiger following his 2003 engagement.
Tiger: "Iīm getting married."
Dirtbag LLC: "Thatīs stupid."
Tiger: "But there are only 3 billion other women in the world willing to ride my private jet. I canīt pass this up."
Dirtbag LLC: "Whatever dumb ass, youīll need a prenup."
Tiger: "..."
Dirtbag LLC: "You know, so she agrees on the amount sheīll steal for all her "hard work" when you fuck up."
Tiger: "Iīm not good with math that doesnīt involve yardage. How much? Everything?"
Dirtbag LLC: "My standard formula for determining prenup value is this: take the market price for a hit man and add 10%. Letīs call it $250. Sheīs happy she doesnīt get dead, and you pay less than $100 for each incident of marital sex that you actually liked. Grab lunch?"
As a rule, I strive to keep my gayness capped at 49%. It permits me to get my hair highlighted, poke fun at Chaz Bono without being branded a bigot and say super duper by replacing the "s" with "th". I always smell scrum-dilly-icious. Fact is, Iīve always said that Iīm totally gay. Iīm just not attracted to men.
But dear God, Iīve listened to John Mayer for 24 hours straight and I fear somethingīs about to give.
Note: Dear mom, I know you are reading this. If you see anything with sequins listed on my Christmas list, and I say its for a friend, it isnīt. And I need you to love me like you always have. Because you always knew didnīt you.
Not only is tomorrow Thanksgiving, but a bill called House Concurrent Resolution 155 was proposed by some Democrat congressman Iīve never heard of. It stipulates that the Wednesday before Thanksgiving be recognized as "Donīt complain day". Seriously.
And I shant complain! In fact, Iīm thankful that there are boneheaded representatives that produce these golden nuggets for me. Iīm also thankful that the native Americans didnīt put up much of a fight when the round eye arrived, because I wouldnīt want to live in western Europe. Iīm thankful that I donīt.
Iīm thankful that no one I care about has ever died. Iīm also thankful that there arenīt many people I care about. Interactions with people are as pleasant for me as Ebola. So Iīm thankful I donīt have to do it much.
Iīm thankful that those free internet IQ tests identify me as genius. Iīm thankful that you arenīt (not YOU of course, the other people reading this), because you know, itīs a scale of relativity. Itīs nice that monkeys live in my yard and that my room mate cooks every meal for me.
But most of all, at this moment, Iīm just thankful that you read this.
Here is a sample conversation I had with a fraternity rat cock sucker brother during which I get checkmated. Rarely happens but it explains how Iīve been conditioned to be the jackass that I am.
I started innocently enough by mentioning that my hand spans 8 inches to show scale in a picture of a bug that I photographed here in the Southern Jungle Command Center.
Dirtbag: BTW - my hand is 8 inches tip to tail.
Dickhead: My ass.
Dirtbag: Your ass is 36 inches tip to tail.
Dickhead: Iīve asked you nicely before...now Iīm gonna have to be mean...STOP looking at my ass!
Dirtbag: For chrissakes, I would but it blocks my whole damn view.
Dickhead: Then stand up.
As a result of being tighter with money than bark on a tree, Iīm in the seventh circle of hell. I wrapped up what was an excellent west coast road trip with my daughters, and now Iīm staying a few days at their house while I wait for my Sunday flight back to summer.
Unfortunately, that also means Iīm staying with my ex-wife (she said she is really sorry for ramming and mangling the rear quarter panel of my rental car last night) AND with her parents. Ever since I got dumped, Iīm like the frigginī invisible man at their house. Iīm seriously considering doing things that I know I will regret, just to break the ice.
Things like crashing my ex-in-laws parentīs bedroom in my underpants with a cigarette lighter in hand, reclining on their bed, pinning my ankles behind my ears and making some blue torches while belting out an inspired rendition of "The Way We Were".
My daughters are in school right now, which means I have no reason to occupy territory behind enemy lines. It also means Iīm typing this in a parking lot, adjacent to a maximum security prison, wracking my memory for a place that serves cocktails before noon. Someone save me from myself somehow.
Venezuelan President, and future recipient of the Academy Award Lifetime Achievement honor, Hugo Chavez, is being criticized for his governmentīs response to his countryīs drought.
"Any cloud that crosses me, Iīll zap it so that it rains," Chavez said at a ceremony late on Saturday with family members of five Cubans convicted of spying in the United States.
The government has been criticized for poor planning after it was forced to impose strict water rationing in the capital Caracas and power rationing in other parts of the country. - Reuters
Can you imagine a candidate for the U.S. Presidency proposing that their solution for a drought was "zapping" and getting elected? Ok, bad example if my future ex-lover Sarah Palin runs. But itīs idiot talk unless you are a mid-level tribal leader with brown streaks of paint made from human feces on your face and pigeon feathers glued to your ass.
If you spend any time reading these posts, you know the news portions only serve the higher purpose of setting up fascinating anecdotes about my epic life. Iīm currently in Forks Washington, home of the bitchinī Twilight series my love of which supports the long standing accusations of me being kind of effeminate, and itīs the rainiest city in the continental U.S. Itīs forecast to rain 12 inches in 24 hours. Which is more than in Venezuela. I am Edward.
I wanted to write about the time I was driving and had to pee really bad. I expanded the straw hole of a Super Big Gulp and inserted my magnificence into the cup. Worked great. Until the plastic shards of the lid prevented me from gracefully removing myself. That`s called a monkey trap people, and you need to be careful out there.
I was upset that I couldn`t find any way to relate my awesome story into the news that New York State will be broke in December, until I remembered that New York has a soda tax. Or something like that.
"We`re going to run out of cash in four and a half weeks. We are going to run out of money. Unless we do something about it, (it will) threaten generations," Paterson said.
The governor says $3.2 billion in cuts must be enacted how -- or else. The cuts range from $500 million in agency spending to over $1 billion in already committed in aid to school districts and hospitals.
"I will mortgage my political career, but I will not mortgage the fate of the State of New York," Paterson said. - CBS
Paterson`s closing sentence is the reason people hate politicians. The fact that he even compares the risk to his political career versus the risk to the state of New York means he`s weighed one against the other.
By the way, when I tagged this posting as "dumbshit" I was referring to myself.
"Former President George W. Bush and his wife Laura secretly visited Fort Hood last night and spent "considerable time" consoling those who were wounded in Thursday`s shooting spree, Fox News has learned.
The Bushes entered and departed the sprawling military facility in secret, having told the base commander they did not want press coverage of their visit, a source told Fox News." - Fox
If it`s such a well kept secret, why is it on the biggest news outlet in the country? Politicians are such attention whores! It reminds me of a secret I keep from everyone, about that time I made the whole world a better place by stealing the new puppy that my Korean neighbors brought home for their 7 year old daughter. She was going to eat it. I know it. To this DAY not one person has heard about that. And no one ever will. That`s what makes me a hero.
Reading this site is like buying an album from your favorite band. Two of the songs are great and the rest suck. I picked my favorite 10 from the 100 or so that have been posted since June. They probably arenīt your favorites, but the Greatest Hits idea is a time honored tradition that allows artists to be lazy while still getting credit for things they did a long time ago.
On or about the 5th of January, I will be an illegal alien in a certain country south of damn near everything. So I share in the outrage that my illegal hermanos and hermanas feel about this insensitive costume. We are people too!
"He didnīt just cross a border, he crossed a galaxy!" according to the costumeīs description. "Heīs got his green card, but itīs from another planet! Sure to get some laughs, the Illegal Alien Adult Costume includes an orange prison-style jumpsuit with īIllegal Alienī printed on the front, an alien mask and a īgreen card.ī"
But not everyone thinks the costume is sure to get some laughs.
Itīs "distasteful, mean-spirited and ignorant of social stigmas and current debate on immigration reform," says Angelica Salas. - NBC
As upset as this story makes me, Iīm actually a bit relieved that the costume Iīve designed for my Halloween Blowout ī09 wonīt offend anyone. Iīd hate to have to throw away all the effort Iīve put into dressing up as Roman Polanski working in a day care center with a prosthetic banana in my pants.
Joseph Cohen (he was born a Jew), now known as Yousef al-Khattab, is posting hate disguised as a prayer on his website. And getting away with it.
"A New York bicycle cabbie who last year used his Web site to mock the beheading of journalist Daniel Pearl posted a prayer calling for the murder of Jews and exhorting Muslims to īthrow liquid drain cleaner in their faces.ī And thereīs nothing authorities can do about it.
Yousef al-Khattab...insists the words he has posted on his Web site are a prayer, and not a threat and that his hatred is protected by the First Amendment." - Foxnews
Heīs A jew hating jew, that prays that you throw Drano at elderly deli owners. And he claims to have dirty whore loving cock face Touretteīs syndrome.
I spent my formative years attending church four times a week and in private religious school (thanks mom!). So Iīve written my own prayer, which I hope will deliver salvation to Yousef.
Dear sweet baby Jesus, who watched over me last night while I was banging that Lebanese girl, you were born a Jew that the Jews ended up not liking really a lot. But even in your darkest moment, those fuckers didnīt drench you in Drano.
Lo it is true that the Jews are your people, which is why they are the only race smart enough to be able to weasel their way out of getting in trouble for hate speech. But clearly Yousef has strayed from the tribe. For if he were a good Jew, he would own the bike taxi company instead of riding one for so few sheckles.
So I pray to you on this day, that you make an example of Yousef. But if itīs alright with you Jesus, Iīm looking for one of those kick ass Old Testament examples. You were kind of a pussy in the New Testament (no offense). Amen.
In an attempt to reduce greenhouse gases, All Nippon Airlines is asking that you make a potty before you get on the plane.
"A Japanese airline has started asking passengers to go to the toilet before boarding in a bid to reduce carbon emissions.
Based on an average human bladder capacity of 15oz, if 150 passengers relieved themselves on board an aircraft, this would amount to 63.7kg of waste." - UK Daily Mail
All Nippon neglected to calculate the potential weight savings if all passengers were asked to fart, spit, trim their nails, clean their ears, pick their nose (without eating it!), pop their zits and ejaculate (twice) before boarding the plane. Iīm going to conduct a before-and-after weight experiment and send them my findings. If this is my last posting, it means my destiny has been realized and Iīve been hired as a body function consultant.
The Dirtbag Mob continues to be a rowdy bunch. I canīt post so much as "good morning" without the Mob pulling out machine guns and turning on each other. This video demonstrates a good lesson in logic from my limey friend at QualiaSoup, which could make you the master debater of the DBC domain.
Here are the pictures that MoveOn.org released to promote the "success" of their health care rallies in NYC, Philadelphia and Indianapolis. And no, I didnīt cherry pick these photos like I do when Iīm looking for pictures that show Sarah Palinīs boobs. These are the pictures that show the largest number of people, direct from MoveOnīs pathetic website.
I hosted a BBQ last Sunday here at my Brazilian tropical island bungalow. We had more people than MoveOn drew to any one of their rallies. And that isnīt counting the women we paid to come, either. Or the fine gentlemen sequestered on the sixth level playing Dungeons & Dragons. So here is a tip for MoveOn if you want to pull in more fanatics than reporters: offer free beer wheat grass juice.
Lispy gaylord Barney Frank D-Mass, and lesbian star of the congressional softball team Tammy Baldwin D-Wis have joined super-homo forces to make sure that pot bellied, bearded men wearing latex dresses and boas can work the receptionist desk at your office without being unfairly judged.
"Two openly gay members of Congress on Wednesday urged their colleagues to pass a sweeping job-discrimination bill that would for the first time protect gays and transsexuals from workplace bias.
The testimony from Reps. Barney Frank, D-Mass., and Tammy Baldwin, D-Wis., comes as supporters of the measure believe Congress is closer than ever to banning discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation." - Associated Press
Damn it! If only I īd known that itīs currently acceptable to discriminate on the basis of sexual orientation Iīd have a checkbox for "Female bi-sexual nymphomaniac with oral fetish and signed consent form" on my companyīs job applications. Notice to existing employees that donīt fit our new hiring policy: prepare for a tsunami of pink slipage.
Maybe Iīm an idiot. Ok, I AM an idiot. But there is one thing I know. If I turn off my computer monitor while porn is downloading, my electric bill is smaller. Iīd pay even less for electricity if I turned off the sound while I watched, but letīs be reasonable. Apparently the government thinks there are some bigger idiots than me, because we (you and me) need to be taught a lesson in economics.
"Dr. Chu said he didnt think average folks had the know-how or will to change their behavior enough to reduce greenhouse-gas emissions.
The American public just like your teenage kids, arent acting in a way that they should act - U.S. Energy Secretary WSJ
Doctor, hereīs a free lesson for you. In a democracy, when the people donīt have the will to change behavior, it isnīt the governmentīs responsibility to change it for them.
Whenever the government says you donīt have the know-how, its time to bend over, lube up and grab hold of something solid, because the "instructional" tax is coming. But rest assured, Chu says Americans donīt have the stomach to protest his ideas as much as they protested his bossīs health care ideas.
Matt Ziesel is a high schooler that suits up for the football team as a retarded, 5ī3", 105 pounder. I donīt mean retarded like I normally mean retarded. The kid is actually retarded. I also played high school football but only had two of the three handicaps Matt has. Anyway, Mattīs team was getting shut out 46 to 0 with 10 seconds left in the game when Mattīs coach asked the opposing coach if they would let Matt score a touchdown without the defense touching him. Witness the scene below.
Iīm confused about the lesson this sends to the other players. Can one of those defenders play in a Special Olympics game to see what its like to do a full speed spear tackle on a cripple? Iīm also confused why this "news" is on the homepage of MSNBC. What Iīm perfectly clear about is that none of those players on the defending team ever has a chance of playing for the Oakland Raiders.
In any event, this video is a metaphor. The retard is a politician and the defense is an ethics committee. The coaches are you and me, for letting it happen.
In honor of Ted Kennedy Iīm giving all dirtbags the night off and sharing the nightmare I sometimes call my life with you, instead. I donīt live in the USA. I live on a tropical island off the coast of Brazil (not a nightmare in and of itself) where apparently there is an inhabitant called the Brazilian Wandering Spider.
They are the most venomous spider on earth according to the Guinness Book of World Records. Aside from doing everything in its power to kill you, the venom also causes priapism. That means it gives you an erect penis the approximate size of the Eiffel Tower which, needless to say, is a cause for hospitalization more than celebration.
This particular Wanderer was in my house, stood up on its hind legs and started jumping toward me. Since I didnīt KNOW it was the deadliest spider in existence I escorted it outside. Because Iīm an idiot.
One time I was trying to buy a car. The car dealer said "How much would you like to pay each month?". Since Iīm a master negotiator, I said "I donīt know." He said "How much would you like to pay, if you THOUGHT you knew?". Then we stared at each other for a long time.
"Hundreds of auto dealers in the New York area have withdrawn from the governmentīs Cash for Clunkers program, citing delays in getting reimbursed by the government, a dealership group said Wednesday.
The groupīs dealers have been repaid for only about 2 percent of the clunkers deals theyīve made so far." - Associated Press
Thank goodness once the government is responsible for paying doctors it will be way different than this.
"So, what if 52% of California thought Maria and I shouldnīt be married? Or 99 percent? Would that be enough that we should have to move, or marry someone else, or stay single? Itīs our life. Fuck those people. Itīs not their business. Vote me out of office, but donīt tell me who I can marry." - Arnold Schwarzenegger Daily Kos
Well said Arnold, but 52% of your constituents disagreed with you when they voted no same sex marriage. Is Arnold is going to throw the resources of the state against the decision of the stateīs citizens to prove that prop 8 is unconstitutional?
I īm practically a lawyer because Iīve been sued so many times, and Iīm pretty sure that there are one or two legal checks in place before a proposition makes it to the general election. At least there was when I campaigned to put a proposition on the ballot legalizing drunk driving. Maybe homos are a more potent political force than drunks, but *hiccup* I doubt it.
