The Heartland Institute Doesn’t Mess Around

Just ask these fools.

Oh, and to those who did the deed:

Fuck you, legal style.

Dear SOPA

Fuck you. Furyfuck you with a fuckaddled fuckentaur wearing the fetid fuckchapeau of freedom while getting facecocked from the other end. Fuck you for attempting to fix a problem by punishing all of us. Fuck you for nannystating on my life. And fuck you in general because I fucking wanted to say so, and fuck you for trying to let the camel’s nose into the tent on how I can do it.

Get fucked. Burn in the hell reserved for restrictions on our lives. And never come back.
Oh, and here is a visual depiction of how I feel.

“If You Come to a Fork In the Road, Take it.”

In life, sometimes we are faced with difficult choices that can test our core beliefs while also having a great impact on our world and our lives. I believe the (probably) inevitable Romney nomination is one such choice. So, given what is at stake, is there a point where we say, “fuck it”, do nothing but vote for Mittens (no volunteering, no money, no Jen Rubin-like blogging, etc), and devote our energy to working on building up a Senate majority that can block Obama or Romney, maintaining a House majority, expanding on Statehouse Majorities and Governorships (where our bench strength really is developed), and fighting for people such as Scott Walker in his recall fight?

That, or we can choose to become a network of recipe blogs. Just a thought.

Slippery Slope and Whatnot

Could you imagine the bullshit that would be unleashed if attempts to use the court to force bloggers to out themselves?

Fuck that shit. Furyfuck it anonymously with the Founding Fathers’ fecund fuckstick of freedom. Fuck it for trying to use the courts to inflict harm on a person because of a disagreement. Fuck it for fucking over traditions that go back to the Revolution where anonymous posters and pamphleteers spread their ideas. And fuck it because the thought of how low lefties will stoop never ceases to amaze me.

We Have Lost Another of the Greatest Generation

Sadly, Cheetah the Chimp has passed away.

Cheetah, the most famous of the sanctuary’s 15 chimpanzees, liked to see people laugh.

“He was very compassionate,” Cobb said. “He could tell if I was having a good day or a bad day. He was always trying to get me to laugh if he thought I was having a bad day. He was very in tune to human feelings.”

Ron Priest, a sanctuary volunteer for seven years, said Cheetah stood out because of his ability to stand up – shoulders tall, back straight – and walk like a person.

Cheetah also stood out for another reason, Priest said: “When he didn’t like somebody or something that was going on, he would pick up some poop and throw it at them. He could get you at 30 feet with bars in between.”

Add to those feats his ability to fight the Nazis, and we truly have lost a great one.

The Glories of the Welfare State Revealed

Ugh. Is this medicine we should be taking?

Nominating Mitt Romney is sort of like taking Grandma’s castor oil. Republicans are dreading the thought of downing their unpleasant-tasting medicine but worry that sooner or later they will have to.

I ask you: now that the choices seem to be Castor Oil (hell of an endorsement there!) or Gingrich, is drinking heavily the best choice at the moment?