just in case you thought

Posted on November 10, 2006 by garth

that the dems coming into power were perfect angels, TPM Muckracker gives you a quick rundown on the most prominent Dems with dirty asses.
Although the GOP shit the bed on a massive, massive scale (and will still be able to til January, when the new Congress is sworn in) the Dem incumbents from safe districts aren’t far behind. Remember William Jefferson?

Good bye Rumsfeld

Posted on November 9, 2006 by garth

I wish you hadn’t killed so many kids before you got shuffled off to a massively-high-paying lobbyist job, or and equally high-paying CEO job somewhere, you oil-hungry, murderous son of a bitch.

If there’s any justice in the world, he’ll get run over by a limo full of Saddam-supporting oil barons.

Here’s a cartoon from msnbc.

Wednesday lyric

Posted on November 8, 2006 by garth

((Edit: I know it’s not Wednesday. Blogger was bloggered in its bloggerhole yesterday, so this is yesterday.)

missed last week!
Last night was amazing. picked up the house. most likely will pick up the senate. plus 9 governors.
the gropernator got reelected, which pisses me off, but hey, some shit gets through.

Ben Folds
Still Fighting It
Rockin’ the Suburbs

Good morning son

I am a bird

wearing a brown polyester shirt

You want a coke?

Maybe some fries?

The roast beef combo’s only nine ninety five

But it’s okay

you don’t have to pay

I’ve got all the change

Everybody knows

it hurts to grow up

but everybody does

it’s so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we’re still fighting it

and you’re so much like me

I’m sorry

Good morning son

twenty years from now

maybe we’ll both sit down

and have a few beers

and I can tell

you about today

and how I picked you up

and everything changed

It was pain

sunny days and rain

I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows

it sucks to grow up

and everybody does

and so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we’re still fighting it

You’ll try and try

and one day you’ll fly

away from me

It was pain

sunny days and rain

I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows

it hurts to grow up

and everybody does

and so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we’re still fighting it

and you’re so much like me

I’m sorry

Maybe two?

Voices! You’re letting voices tell you what to do
when you yourself don’t know.
Voices! You got one too, so let it out
and let us know when you’re feeling all alone.

Well I know,
There are times when- you’re feeling close to the ground
And there’s times when- you may feel there’s no place to call home
And there’s times when- your best friend just seems so far away
And there’s times when- the only end in sight is the end

You’ve got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!
Don’t let it get you down.

Problems! I’ve got em too but keeping them inside is not the thing to do.
Problems! You’ve got to face hang-ups head-on, before you know they’re hangin’ you.

You’ve got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!

All alone yes all alone. Loneliness, it is something we all know.
Woooh all alone, yes all alone. Been there before so please believe me
’cause I know.

Woooooooooh. Sorry to say to your dismay your life is not the only one that you affect.
Don’t you realize that a part of all of us will die inside when you yourself are dead.

You’ve got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!
Come out fighting!

Warning you, warning you, warning me.

Stay strong brothas an sistahs

just in case you forgot

Posted on November 7, 2006 by garth

go vote
take your friends
vote seven times

hah

Posted on November 5, 2006 by garth

Sydney Morning Herald:

oh my

Posted on November 3, 2006 by garth

anyone else watching Hacking Democracy on HBO?
it’s made me cry once already.

annie’s boobs!

Posted on November 2, 2006 by garth

it’s been a while i guess.
this is a google result for “annie’s boobs”. it’s basically what you’d expect.
this is all about an instant message chat i’m having right now.

wednesday lyric

Posted on October 26, 2006 by garth

i know i missed it.

When life gives you the ridiculous… make ridicule!

pharyngula comment. awesome.

Song and album both have exclamation points.

System of a Down
Steal This Album!
Boom!

I’m walking through your streets
Where all your money’s earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by T.V.

Overbearing advertising
God of consumers
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrors filtering information through the public eye
Designed for profit sharing
Your neighbor, what a guy

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,

Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck

4000 hungry children
Leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Why must we kill our own child?

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb

This song is about as good a song as has ever been written for when you’re driving, and you’re pissed, and somewhere deep inside you know you can’t drive like a retard and put every limb on the fucking road in danger, but you so want to, you want them all mutilated, all the fucking idiots who wreck the world, but you know it’s not really that asshole in a celica who thinks they’re michael schumacher, or that shitbag driving the suburban like it’s a tower from which she views her kingdom between makeup-application and phone sessions…this is the song to sing. Try not to slam the shit out of your steering wheel and scream BOOM!

I know I can’t. Can’t not. What? It’s late.