Some poor soul named Jade dared to call the Dr. Laura show with a complaint of racial stupidity: my white husband’s friends keep coming by and dropping ‘How do you black people like doin’ this?’ And ‘You black people like doin’ that.’

Genius Dr. Laura pegs Jade for hypersensitive. Jade, look, my bodyguard’s black, gee he’s a dear friend. I know that black guys say “nigger.” Is that racist? Nigger nigger nigger.

Jade thinks about it over commercial break. Y’know, I don’t like hearing you say “nigger,” Dr. Laura.

Dr. Laura: Jade, you loser, if you’re too sensitive to hear “nigger” coming from white people, you shouldn’t have married one of us:

Epic.

Totally reasonable website offering Roger’s ‘You know, it just now came to me that Liberals are assholes . . ‘ analysis of politics, Pajamas Media, lands on a jarring conclusion about who’s responsible for the violent recession-plague destroying our blameless nation, America:

Yeah, thanks a lot you bastards. You Obamadorks inherited the greatest, richest, most prosperous nation on Earth, ever, also, and now we can’t even afford cable.

In contrast, George W. Bush inherited an Ethiopan slum:

President Clinton announces another record budget surplus
September 27, 2000
Web posted at: 4:51 p.m. EDT (2051 GMT)

WASHINGTON (CNN) — President Clinton announced Wednesday that the federal budget surplus for fiscal year 2000 amounted to at least $230 billion, making it the largest in U.S. history and topping last year’s record surplus of $122.7 billion.

. . In June, the administration predicted the surplus would be $211 billion, and would increase by as much as $1 trillion over the next 10 years.

“The key to fiscal discipline is maintaining these results year after year. We need to put our priorities in order,” Clinton said.

SHEESH. Who the fuck can operate a fiscally responsible limited government anti-commie tiny-statist disciplined trickle-down government under those devastating and impoverished conditions? Any Republican President so hobbled, just like every Republican President, would have to run nuclear deficits — bigger than every President before him, combined:

Bush came into office with an advantage few presidents have enjoyed — a $230 billion surplus. But due to a $1.35 trillion tax cut in 2001, a $1.5 trillion tax cut in 2003, and a massive defense buildup through the Iraq and Afghanistan wars, Bush quickly blew through that surplus . . After the financial crisis emerged last fall and the ensuing bailouts, Bush’s budget deficit ballooned to over $1 trillion.

To wit, Roger Kimball and his decimation of the Obama administration’s foolish attempt to change Bush’s triumphant cultural engagement and fiscal policies:

It’s all part of your effort to “fundamentally transform the Untied States of America,” isn’t it, Mr. President? That’s what you promised in October 2008: to change America fundamentally. Who would have predicted you were really serious? (Well, some of us did, but you know what I mean.)

You’ve made it clear that, deep down, you really don’t like the United States. In that, you are like many of your Ivy confrères, all those Harvard-Yale-Princeton types who find the spectacle of individual freedom playing itself out irredeemably vulgar.

Yes, Roger. Yes! The naked, vulgar individual, the reckless dumbfuck George W. Bush, whom you disastrously cheered, who, in the most lurid, most spectacular manner, destroyed the fiscal future of the pre-eminently powerful country in the modern world, should never have been free to play out his national fantasies.

DUH. The Great Recession? Any of it materialized in your crystal ball, soothsayer? Spied any of it, eagle eye? Good lord, man, have you only been huffing ether? Slugging methanol? Gingering acid on your oatmeal Wheaties? What sort of short-sighted clown are you?

(. . as is . . — ed.)

Iranian president Ahmadinejad denounces superstitious West over Paul the Octopus
By ALLAN HALL
Last updated at 8:10 PM on 27th July 2010

. . The excitable Iranian dictator has temporarily shifted away from favourite targets Israel and America to condemn the eight-legged World Cup tipping sensation as a symbol of decadence and decay among his enemies.

. . he has earned the wrath of Iranian president for spreading ‘western propaganda and superstition’.

‘Those who believe in this type of thing cannot be the leaders of the global nations that aspire, like Iran, to human perfection, basing themselves in the love of all sacred values,’ Ahmadinejad said.

Onward Christian . . bus drivers?

Don’t laugh, they’re dead serious about this lawsuit. They are striking a real blow for ‘religious freedom.’ From their perspective, a Christian bus jockey reserves the right to refuse service to anyone they figure out is about to receive an abortion courtesy of their driving.

What? Yeah:

Bus driver claims abortion views led to his firing
By Steven Kreytak | Friday, July 16, 2010, 10:20 AM

A former bus driver has sued the Capital Area Rural Transportation System, charging that the nine-county transit service discriminated against him based on his religion when he was fired for refusing to drive a woman to a Planned Parenthood clinic in January.

Edwin Graning, who was hired as a driver on April 1, 2009, was “concerned that he might be transporting a client to undergo an abortion” when he was assigned to transport two women to Planned Parenthood, according to his lawsuit, filed this week in U.S. District Court in Austin.

Graning is seeking re-instatement, back pay and undisclosed damages for pain, suffering and emotion distress. He is represented by lawyers from the American Center for Law & Justice, founded by evangelical Christian leader Pat Robertson.

He was hired to drive people on the bus. When he refused to do it, he got fired. So he’s suing because he should have the right to quit his job but keep getting paid because he’s a Christian. Don’t know, maybe the issues escape me.

Graning had asked his wife to call the facility; she heard a recording directing callers to call 911 in case of abortion complications. “I said, dear God in heaven, this woman’s gonna have an abortion,” he said.

So he refused to drive the bus there.

His supervisor, who is not named, responded by saying “Then you are resigning,” the suit said.

Graning denied he was resigning and was later told to drive his bus back to the yard and he was fired, the lawsuit said.

So he ain’t exactly Dr. King. He’s not willing to accept the responsibilities and consequences of his actions — ‘yes I’m refusing to do my job because of my beliefs, and don’t you dare touch me.’

Therein lies the rub. Graning is another victim of Robertson and other high-profile pastors who have been pushing the flock to throw tantrums. They’re convincing normal folks to turn into big-headed, pig-headed Christianists who should press Americans to do their will.

Why — even though the Constitution clearly supports personal freedom and abhors the abuses of power that come with religious extremism? Because it’s your Constitutional right, people! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, to whomever you want because it’s your religion. This is the sort of behavior the Founding Fathers, wholly conservative Men of Jesus, would have demanded of them if only they were still around, sure.

When they spoke of freedom, they really meant Christian freedom. When they spoke of rights, they meant Christian rights. And if, legally, some liberal opens up the interpretation to outsiders, just know that the Founding Fathers were all conservative evangelicals and *wink-wink* I don’t need to say another word, do I?

This is the utterly laughable fantasy that’s been leveled like a double-barrel shotgun at ordinary folks like Ed Graning. He’s fallen for it completely.

“I’m not out for revenge or anything like that,” said Graning, who said he felt obligated to stand up for his beliefs.

“I pastored years ago, and I’ve done a lot of things – and normally I wouldn’t have made any issue out of this – but you know, I’m really getting tired of Christians getting kicked around,” he told LSN. “I mean, we see other things as going on in this country, and somebody somewhere along the line is just got to quit bending the knee to Baal and letting this government run over us.”

So, to be clear: applying for, getting and carrying out the responsibilities of the government job of bus driver, a job Ed got without telling his superiors that certain situations would force him to refuse service to riders as a matter of religious belief, is “letting the government run over” him. Never mind that very few people go to Planned Parenthood on any given day to get an abortion, and he certainly had no clue why the woman went there, Ed’s “getting tired of Christians getting kicked around.”

Rational thought, logic, science and technology, modern philosophy, the legacies of the Age of Enlightenment — these things are not essential. Not universal, not cultural, not American, any more than your haircut is. They are the private beliefs of the secular humanists who hold too much sway in the public domain. It’s time for Christians’ private beliefs, Christianity, to eject that pop culturalism and to hold unilateral power.

Freedom, you say? Freedom isn’t some government stab at public transportation. Real freedom is about the practice of closely-held religious beliefs. A government serious about operating in a free society wouldn’t provide buses for the profane to trample those sacred tenets. Get it?

You people are completely screwed up:

. . meanwhile, THIS is the hottest piece of political opinion on the web?

This is trash. It’s utterly moronic.

In Defense of Andrew Breitbart
by Dan Riehl
07/22/2010

The media and progressive-left Democrats now appear in a rush to convict Andrew Breitbart of shoddy journalism, while exonerating Shirley Sherrod and the NAACP from charges of abiding racism within their ranks.

Yeah? Because Breitbart told millions of people that Shirley Sherrod was a horrible racist. But she’s not remotely a racist, everybody agrees. Should we be slow to condemn a powerful, politically-motivated media monster who viciously smeared and recklessly destroyed the career of this innocent person, Sherrod? You callous fucking idiot, Dan Riehl? If it had happened to you, Limbaugh would have christened you Jesus Christ by now.

Both Sherrod and the NAACP have charged the Tea Party movement and the Republican Party with racism, while offering less proof than Breitbart did of the racism he correctly alleged.

Just how goddamned dumb can a man be? Dumb as a pastured cow? Breitbart had it outrageously backward — Sherrod isn’t remotely bigoted. And no one had ever heard of her until she was very publicly crucified as a despicable animal by Breitbart. She’s never charged the Tea Party or the GOP with racism — how dare you try to vilify her a second time. You don’t get to spout dogshit just because you feel like kissing Breitbart’s ass. Is Dan Riehl capable of writing a single honest, accurate thing? No. Would I call Dan Riehl “a man”? No.

In many cases, the Left has outright manufactured evidence of racism regarding Tea Party events, yet no one has raised a voice about that slander at all. If one didn’t know better, this wouldn’t be today’s news, but an Orwellian script circa 1984.

So, it’s time for Dan to raise his voice. Hooray! Dan goes on to prove, point by point, over and over, how we manufactured the evidence. OR . . he doesn’t lift a finger to prove anything at all because Dan Riehl is a fatmouthed bullshitter.

I believe that the NAACP haven’t gotten nearly enough thanks for everything they’ve done. I believe hard-working government folks, like those in the Obama administration, don’t get nearly enough attention or thanks for the things that they do. They could both use a little high-profile sugar, you know? Somebody oughta say ‘You people are terrific’ in a substantive, public way.

So, really, I could have paid Andrew Breitbart for all the good that he’s done. Actually, the amazing positive p.r. that he’s dropped on the wonderful Shirley Sherrod and the NAACP probably couldn’t be purchased with all the money in the world. So I’ll just say, “Thank you, Andrew.”

It was he, first, who said ‘The NAACP are racists,’ and he who said ‘I’ve got a video,’ and he posted it. ‘You’ll see’ he said. But, instead, what we saw, in Sherrod, was an amazing, intelligent, hard-working woman who was forthcoming of her former bigoted impulses that she managed to transcend through experience and introspection. This is a remarkable woman.

And what did we see the NAACP do? Were they disappointed that she no longer saw Whites as the problem? That she no longer saw the racist divide as the whole and only story? That she admitted to the types of embarrassments that no one would want to, in front of them, at their essentially blacks-only gathering? No, they applauded her. They recognized her struggle. The NAACP did exactly as they’ve done a million times before: they proved themselves to be light-years ahead, still, of the average American citizen on the perceived racial divides between us. Really, you could do a lot of good by playing this video to kids in high school and then starting discussions on our weaknesses when it comes to race issues.

So, forget that other garbage that Breitbart posted. Watch this clip, because this is the real Shirley Sherrod video:

So Shirley is not a racist, as that miserable hack Breitbart tried to utterly falsely accuse her of being. She is a person who generally tries hard to do her job well and to help the people she can, including those allegedly victimized White folks:

. . she managed to admit to confronting her own faults and to getting past them . . 24 years ago. As a result, she’s a competent, effective professional. And as a result, she was completely undeservedly smeared as a ‘racist’ by Andrew Breitbart.

If only he had a fraction of the character of this terrific, liberal woman, or of the usual stalwarts in the NAACP. Someone oughta give her a medal. She’s certainly not going to receive anything like an apology from Andrew “Big Baby” Breitbart — that sort of courage has clearly run short in his personal inventory.

I wonder what the good people of Florida’s Eighth District will think about this. You can be sure Grayson’s five kids, ages 4 through 14, would be unhappy to hear about it, for sure. But I doubt his constituents would appreciate having their congressman targeted by some nobody douchewad who’s ‘Director of the Business & Media Institute’:

Finding it impossible to spell ‘smarmy’ microseconds before ridiculing an ‘idiot’ is funny. But I find the third party entreaty especially shitheaded. Throwing out a ‘tweet’ to millions of people, asking any of them (oops, sorry — asking any Representative, *cough-cough*) to do something nasty and frankly illegal on your behalf qualifies you for plenty of scorn.

I wasn’t the only one that felt that way, ‘beornborg’ replied:

. . so, Gainor pretended it was all a big larf:

. . oh, well — so you like jokes, do you? Try this one on for size:

So, if any of you feel like ‘representin’, go and knock yourself, or someone else, out. Kidding, just kidding, HAHAHA . .

Once laudatory:

The Passion of the Christ: A Powerful Spiritual Experience
Copyright 2004 by Gretchen Passantino

Few would argue against the proposition that Billy Graham was the single greatest tool of evangelism God used in the 20th century. I believe Mel Gibson’s movie The Passion of the Christ may well be the single greatest tool of evangelism God uses in the 21st century. Exaggeration? I don’t think so. In a worldwide culture of visual communication and subjective experience, this movie version of the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ has the potential to impact more people in more cultures than any other single individual, book, or evangelism method.

. . what will they say now of Gomorrah’s iconoclast champion of Jesus? A movie millionaire made billionaire by telling the Savior’s story on the degenerate silver screen in eye-popping gore? They didn’t know him? He’s Hollywood, ferchrissakes . .

I had the opportunity and privilege to see the movie in the midst of the editing process and to speak briefly with Mr. Gibson. Seeing this movie was one of the most significant spiritual events of my life. I am convinced that Mr. Gibson is a Christian of remarkable humility, faith, and commitment to following God’s will in his life, no matter what the cost. His work on this project is a living example of Paul’s words in Romans 1:16: “I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.”

. . Mr. Gibson is not a Christian of remarkable humility, faith, and commitment to following God’s anything:

There is no ‘free’ lemonade
In giving drink away, girls ignore rules of economics — and sum up what’s wrong with U.S.
July 5, 2010
BY TERRY SAVAGE Sun-Times Columnist

This column is a true story — every word of it. And I think it very appropriate to consider around the Fourth of July, Independence Day spirit.

After you read this, you’re gonna wonder why she would brag about it.

The three young girls — under the watchful eye of a nanny, sitting on the grass with them — explained that they had regular lemonade, raspberry lemonade, and small chocolate candy bars.

Then my brother asked how much each item cost.

“Oh, no,” they replied in unison, “they’re all free!”

Ah, kids. Even rich ones living in the same neighborhood as finance tubedork Terry Savage. They dig adults because their parents are so wonderful. They just wanna be nice to them, so you get a free lemonade stand in a quiet, affluent neighborhood.

I sat in the back seat in shock. Free? My brother questioned them again: “But you have to charge something? What should I pay for a lemonade? I’m really thirsty!”

His fiancee smiled and commented, “Isn’t that cute. They have the spirit of giving.”

. . 3 . . 2. . 1 . .

That really set me off, as my regular readers can imagine.

“No!” I exclaimed from the back seat. “That’s not the spirit of giving. You can only really give when you give something you own. They’re giving away their parents’ things — the lemonade, cups, candy. It’s not theirs to give.”

You can’t give me lemonade, it isn’t ethical. You’re carrying loans against your inventory. Time for their parents to foreclose.

I pushed the button to roll down the window and stuck my head out to set them straight.

“You must charge something for the lemonade,” I explained. “That’s the whole point of a lemonade stand. You figure out your costs — how much the lemonade costs, and the cups — and then you charge a little more than what it costs you, so you can make money. Then you can buy more stuff, and make more lemonade, and sell it and make more money.”

Stupid fucking kids, listen to limo-mommy Terry Savage. There’s no point in running a lemonade stand outside of optimizing your margins.

Thurgood Marshall Takes Center Stage At Kagan Hearings
Christina Bellantoni | June 28, 2010, 4:27PM

Looks like Senate Judiciary Republicans have at least one unified talking point today: Justice Thurgood Marshall, the first African-American to ever serve on the Supreme Court, was an “activist judge.” As Elena Kagan kept on her listening face, multiple senators slammed both Marshall’s judicial philosophy and her service as his clerk in the late 1980s.

These idiots have no shame. None.

Ranking member Sen. Jeff Sessions (R-AL) criticized Kagan for having “associated herself with well-known activist judges who have used their power to redefine the meaning of our constitution and have the result of advancing that judge’s preferred social policies,” citing Marshall as his son, Thurgood Marshall Jr., sat in the audience of the Judiciary Committee hearings . .

Kagan has said Marshall, who served as the lead attorney in the Brown v. Board of Education case leading to the desegregation of schools, is one of her heroes. She honored him in her opening statement later in the afternoon: “In his life; in his great struggle for racial justice, the Supreme Court stood as the part of government that was most open to every American and that most often fulfilled our Constitution’s promise of treating all persons with equal respect, equal care and equal attention.”

Who of these fools has the talent or character to have argued Brown vs. Board of Education before the Supreme Court back in 1954? A case that had to be won? None. Zero.

How many could ever win the Presidential Medal of Freedom? Get memorials dedicated to them? Have law libraries and buildings and airports named after them? None.

These Republicans are court jesters shaking tin bells at the feet of a giant. We should be hammering them for their insults. Anybody? Senator Franken? Hullo? *sigh*

ADD: Dana Milbank found it ridiculous as well:

Kagan may get confirmed, but Thurgood Marshall can forget it
By Dana Milbank
Tuesday, June 29, 2010

. . As confirmation hearings opened Monday afternoon, Republicans on the Senate Judiciary Committee took the unusual approach of attacking Kagan because she admired the late justice Thurgood Marshall, for whom she clerked more than two decades ago.

“Justice Marshall’s judicial philosophy,” said Sen. Jon Kyl (Ariz.), the No. 2 Republican in the Senate, “is not what I would consider to be mainstream.” Kyl — the lone member of the panel in shirtsleeves for the big event — was ready for a scrap. Marshall “might be the epitome of a results-oriented judge,” he said.

It was, to say the least, a curious strategy to go after Marshall, the iconic civil rights lawyer who successfully argued Brown vs. Board of Education. Did Republicans think it would help their cause to criticize the first African American on the Supreme Court, a revered figure who has been celebrated with an airport, a postage stamp and a Broadway show? The guy is a saint — literally. Marshall this spring was added to the Episcopal Church’s list of “Holy Women and Holy Men,” which the Episcopal Diocese of New York says “is akin to being granted sainthood.”

With Kagan’s confirmation hearings expected to last most of the week, Republicans may still have time to make cases against Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa and Gandhi.

I am exhausted. Or still a bit traumatized, maybe. Whatever it is, all I’ve been doing is sleeping and sleeping since the weekend, and I’m not much of a sleeper. I’m all whacked out.

Yeah, I know what it is — or what it was. It was that goddamned golf tournament, the U.S. Open at Pebble Beach, that I drove up to over the weekend. I caught the third round on Saturday.

That’s what did it. Lord, I have never seen such an ugly collection of Republican assholes in my life. I had no inkling of the bad scene gathering at the tournament, otherwise I would have skipped it. But once I got there, I saw all the nastiness, and I had no choice but to push on through all of it. It wiped me out.

Not that I didn’t expect plenty of right-wing-ishness from my brother, The Republican, whom I love. But, hey, he’s just one guy. Going to the event with him, I certainly anticipated his bit of it.

When it turned out his big plans for us to drive to Monterey meant going in his Hummer H3, I wasn’t too surprised. My ’87 BMW was still full of musical hardware and doesn’t sport his satellite radio or beloved radar detector, so there was no point in arguing. I threw in my bag and got in.

And a half hour into the drive, somewhere around Ventura, when my brother told me that FDR ruined the Great Depression economy with his imbecilic gold policy, our first inevitable argument got underway. He followed that up by reminding me how Obama raised everybody’s income taxes, to which I reminded him he was completely wrong, and he could look it up.

And I felt bad about bitching at him, again, so I wanted to avoid arguing any more. Man, did that end up being a weekend sentence. How are you supposed to argue with complete asshole strangers? They were everywhere, they became something like the wallpaper. You can’t ding ‘em, not all of them. Especially when you realize they’re barely aware of the shit that comes out of their mouths in public.

Some guy spots a curvy black woman in a sexy dress at the restaurant bar, sitting alone. She’s the only black human in the place. “I think she’s a pro,” he mutters.

It was a weekend full of this sort of garbage. And, believe it or not, I was trying not to remember much of any of this because this is exactly the stuff I don’t want to post at my little place. It’s off target and too easy. This crap has little directly to do with the Conservatives’ twisted policies and public philosophies that kill Americans’ lives and futures. Therein lie the real dangers, that’s why I started this blog in the first place.

But I can’t seem to get back on the internet roller coaster without first puking some of it up, so, here we are.

Saturday morning, the big day, starts nauseatingly. Crammed into a large shuttle van to get us to the course, we’re all bundled up in jackets in anticipation of the cool 54-degree weather, which is normal for the area. With the engine running, the heater way up and the driver screwing off, I get overwhelmed with the acrid stench of creams and after-shaves. Even though they were still drunk, they got up early enough for a close shave, every stupid one of them, just to drown themselves in menthols and man-perfumes and alcohols, violent fogs of antiseptic neon greens and blues.

On the course, the affronts continue. Standing at the ropes on the ocean side of the 12th fairway, I am watching the early-going pros hit their tee shots and walk down to the green when a husky dude behind a bushy mustache and black shades walks up next to me. Standing almost motionless except for the robotic motion of feeding his elephant face with sunflower seeds, he spits the shells on me over and over. I begin to think about punching the guy to wake him up when a teenage girl pokes her head between us, and so he spits on her.

I move down the line. A threesome, a couple and a man in their late forties, inexplicably split to either side of me and carry on this conversation:

(couple:) “So how’s it going with Sharon?”

(man:) “It’s going ok. There’s some tension there with the oldest, Elise, but it’s not a big deal. It’s not like she’s some sort of wicked step-mother, y’know?”

“Uh-huh.”

Nobody around for 10 feet on either side, they choose to settle 10 inches to my right and my left. So they’re cocking their heads to either side of me, or trying to lean around me, to continue catching up.

“It’s frustrating with Elise, though, y’know? Throughout this, she’s been a little bitch. I don’t know, maybe she sees Sharon as competition for me, or something. I just wish she’d cut the act. After about the first 30 minutes or so, everybody settles down and then it’s okay. ”

I quickly back out of our little foursome and leave. They get one syllable of an apology out but then get really pissed. They have to move away from me. Hey, tell Elise I said hello.

All of these people, incidentally, even at 9 a.m. in the morning, are at least halfway in the bag. So much booze and cockishness and smirking stupidity, they are everywhere. So many brutal hangovers. There was one guy that we helped light his cigar because his hands were shaking too badly to light it himself. A cigar.

The golf tournament is no longer golf, it is piles of vomit-stenched charm, you bet, yes sir. The people ooze with it:

– “She double-wanted my schwanz — what am I supposed to think?”

– “Tom Watson? He’s a cock-tease, he’ll never win.”

. . as Robert Allenby lines up a 2 footer for birdie: “GET IT CLOSE!”

Laughter. It’s clear there are two things this fat mob of douchebags planned for the Open: getting slobber-drunk and basking in each other’s giddy company. They are succeeding. The belly-laughs are everywhere, they are Pebble Beach’s resounding vuvuzelas.

Not that their disappointments don’t surface as well. In this instance, the visitors are still seriously pissed off: a couple complain to two friends. They’re all in their mid-thirties, carrying soft accents from somewhere:

– “So we took a limo back to our place last night.”

– “We told the driver we were hungry, so he says ‘Oh I know where to go.’ He took us to ‘El Pollo Loco.’”

. . and that chunk of Latin would be ‘EL PAWL-OH LOH-KOH,’ for you readers.

– “‘El Pollo Loco?’”

– “I think it’s some kind of chain.”

SEE, ESS OON CHAIN. Maybe they’re from ‘ARR-KANS-ESS.’ Perhaps ‘ILL-UH-NOIZE.’

It goes on and on and on like this. I don’t want to recall any more than these few blips, they’re enough.

That Saturday night, dressed in a button down shirt and decent jeans, set for a night on this temporarily ugly, crimson-polluted town, I just conked out, went to bed. I’m glad for having missed whatever shittiness I’d have been assaulted with on the ultimate night of stubble-free chimpanzee puke fest. Could’ve been bad. Glad to have just piled everything in that stupid tank and headed home.

OH, forgot — we’re driving back, through the town of Gonzales. I notice the huge light stanchions over the high school’s football field, and I think, “Didn’t have anything like that back at Palos Verdes High, that’s for sure.”

My brother: “How’d you like to go to Gonzales High School?”

What’s wrong with Gonzales High?

“Wouldn’t want that on my resume.”

Still tired, but I’m getting over it.

Kidding? No. Dry sense of humor? No!

Ameri-biz twathole? CLANG. $408M a year divided by 1.3M people is . . *clackety* . . $313.85.

Buddy of mine worked over the weekend moving families from house to house, made $200 in tips.

So the REAL yearly bonus rate for the lucky ones came out to $1,200.

. . and $92M divided by 0.687M workers is . . *clackety* . . $133.92.

Google “Goldman Sachs” yourselves, I’m going to bed.