What becomes of children raised by same sex parents?

December 5, 2011 at 12:27 pm | Posted in civil liberties, political, social comment | 2 Comments
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As demonstrated by the video below, children raised by same sex couples develop horns, spend years in therapy, are troublesome in schools, commit crimes against society and often end up institutionalized with taxpayer footing the bill.  But seriously, as I remove my tongue from my cheek and stop masquerading as a wingnut, I offer the following:

Zach Wahls, a 19-year-old University of Iowa student spoke about the strength of his family during a public forum on House Joint Resolution 6 in the Iowa House of Representatives. Wahls has two mothers, and came to oppose House Joint Resolution 6 which would end civil unions in Iowa.

The fight to to keep marriage equality in Iowa continues, help us support Iowans like Zach.



Hey guys, grab your joysticks and head for the men’s room

November 26, 2011 at 11:45 am | Posted in humor, modern trends, social comment, strange news | Leave a comment
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If  you’re running out of ways to have fun with your penis this game, which gives new meaning to joystick, is for you.  You can play anywhere with a properly outfitted urinal and you’ll never be without your joystick/game controller.  What about us women?  Ahh, yet another reminder it’s a male dominated world.

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The True Meaning of Thanksgiving

November 23, 2011 at 4:48 pm | Posted in humor, social comment | 1 Comment
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Boob Jobs – Not Just for Fun Anymore

November 16, 2011 at 4:23 pm | Posted in health care, modern trends, political campaigns, social comment, strange news | 4 Comments
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There’s a lot of gravity defying breast implants out there these days.  So much so that I think we now have a generation of males that wouldn’t know a natural breast if it hit them in the face.  At the gym there is hardly a natural breast to be found.

It’s become a right of passage for young women.  I overheard a conversation between two teenaged girls talking about when (not if) they would get their boobs done and debating about what size to get.  There was clearly some jealousy and competition involved.  When one girl said she would get a C the other opted for D.  When C girl then decided she would also go with a D, D promptly tried to talk her out of it, pointing out that she was slightly smaller (over-all) and a D wouldn’t be right for her smaller frame.  It was obvious from body language, tone of voice, facial expressions that C was not going to be out boobed by D and D wasn’t going to stand for equality.  I thought it would turn into a girl fight.  I’m glad to see that young girls are focused on what is truly important now that the economy is thriving, we’ve achieved world peace, and saved the planet.

Now it turns out that these ridiculous looking chest melons (OK a lot, not all) have protective properties (two cases described below and I imagine a search might turn up others).  My only hope now is that Texas Governor Rick Perry doesn’t get wind of this.  He stirred up a lot of controversy when he issued an executive order requiring sixth-grade girls to be vaccinated against the human papillomavirus, for their protection.   Next thing you know he will be requiring all pubescent Texas girls to get breast implants.  Well..the saying goes…everything’s bigger in Texas, even the idiots.

From the LA Times:

BOOSTER SHOTS: Oddities, musings and news from the
health world

Woman stabbed by husband is saved by breast implant, reports say

  • October 07, 2011|By Amina Khan, Los Angeles Times / For the Booster Shots blog

    Plastic surgeon James Wells holds a saline implant, left, and a silicone implant.

    Plastic surgeon James Wells holds a saline implant, left, and a silicone… (Mark Boster / Los Angeles Times)

In another installment of our occasional series of breast implants meeting violent ends: A Russian woman stabbed by her husband was probably saved by one of her rather large breast implants.

The 40-year-old Moscow woman’s husband was allegedly aiming for the heart when he sunk a knife into her chest during a domestic dispute. But the knife was blocked by the silicone implants — which, somewhat ironically, her husband had requested she get some five years before.

In another incident a woman may have been saved from a bullet by her implants.

A Beverly Hills cosmetic surgeon says a woman’s size-D breast implants might have saved her life when a gunman opened fire at her office.

Lydia Carranza was working at the Simi Valley dental office July 1 when her co-worker, the gunman’s wife, was shot and killed.

Carranza was just a few feet away. She survived a gunshot to the chest, but the the bullet left a scar and deflated the implant.

Thinking outside the box…of tampons

November 13, 2011 at 3:05 pm | Posted in modern trends, sick & Twisted, social comment, strange news, stupidity | 7 Comments
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You know how products come with crazy warnings that make you wonder what the hell someone did to get the lawyers in a frenzy trying to cover their corporate butts?

Now it seems the makers of tampons are going to have to come up with some interesting warning labels for their packaging.  When I hear stories like this one my first thought is always how the hell did someone come up with that idea…what was going on, what were they thinking, how drunk/high were they, did they sustain a head injury?

Kids are using tampons to get drunk.  What a stroke of creative genius.  They soak them in vodka before using, skipping the middle man (the stomach) allowing the booze to go straight to the bloodstream.  Good news boys, you don’t have to be left out of the fun just because you don’t have a vagina.  You simply use a nearby but different entry portal.  Since it doesn’t just make you drunk but can be extremely hazardous to your health or to being not dead; I wonder how long before the makers of tampons are the defendants in a lawsuit because their package didn’t warn against the practices described in this video.

When Jesus ate the magic mushrooms

October 10, 2011 at 1:44 pm | Posted in Beliefs, god, Jesus, social comment | 1 Comment
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By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, October 5, 2011

What a strange and wobbly time in which to live. We refuse to believe something until it’s “proven” via scientific method, but once it’s proven half the nation immediately discredits it because science is for elitist liberals and only creationist Jesus and a sad gang of very dead, enormously repressed Bible-writing priests from 1,500 years ago actually know anything about “truth.”

Meanwhile, the best and most illuminating of nature’s medicines remain underground, sidelined and fringe while the costly synthetics rage on full force, addicting millions, numbing out the soul of world, most no better (and often far, far worse) than placebos.

Did Jesus take magic mushrooms? Can we deliberate for a moment? How about Buddha? Allah? Eve? Was the gleaming apple from the tree of knowledge not laced with ayahuasca and wormwood and dark rum? Can we safely assume? Oh, we absolutely can.

This much we know: mushrooms inspire a numinous state, and Jesus was nothing if not a card-carrying mystic. A seer. An anti-establishment, proto-hippie, street-screamin’ visionary who hung out with prostitutes and freaks and loved everyone equally, saw everyone as full incarnation of pure divinity right here on earth. And he was what, sober? Sure.  entire article

Waking up in the land of Oz and other craziness

October 3, 2011 at 12:44 pm | Posted in Entertainment, irony, modern trends, random thoughts, social comment, stupidity | 10 Comments
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Last week I had one of those days; the kind where you feel all achy and disconnected from your energy supply; so you surrender to the urge to lie on the couch on watch television.  I am one of what is probably a handful of people, in the U.S., without cable or satellite TV.  Because I live up against the mountains, over the air television and radio signals tend to behave erratically.  A radio or TV station I get today might not be there tomorrow and my living room is able to receive stations that my bedroom cannot.  The house is small, so they’re not that far apart, I don’t get it.  I’m not a huge fan of either medium so it’s not a big deal.

I flipped through the channels until I found something mildly interesting and immediately fell asleep.  I awoke to a program being hosted by Dr. Oz.  I didn’t see the remote or care enough to look for it so I watched what seemed to be a children’s program, but for adults.  In the beginning Dr. Oz hyped all kinds of vital health information that he said I needed immediately and that he was going to share that day.  Some of it never came up and what did was only lightly covered (or just plain wrong) so as to be completely useless.

At the beginning of the show, Dr. Oz was clad in dress slacks and a nice shirt; midway through the show, for no apparent reason, he changed into scrubs.  His audience seemed to consist of mostly overweight women, several of whom were chosen during the show to take part in whatever he happened to be teaching us at the time.  Being chosen must be an honor because each woman, upon hearing of her good fortune, would jump up and down clap her hands, and hug the people on either side of her before running to the stage, nearly unable to contain her excitement.  Some of the helpers had the added privilege of having Dr. Oz help them into a lab coat to wear while they were on stage, which made them all the more excited.

Once on stage the women were treated condescendingly, but didn’t seem to notice or care.  They would stand by his side as he did some sort of demonstration accompanied by his narration (that sounded as though he were speaking to a group of five year olds) using a visual aid, even occasionally holding and guiding their hands much like you would guide a child’s hand.  I found it disturbing that so many people are watching this guy, taking his advice seriously, and are willing to be patronized on national TV.  It was ironic that I found myself watching a doctor on television as a result of feeling unwell, and what I saw made me feel sick.  Perhaps one day his show topic will be the national epidemic of stupidity.

I learned that Dr. Oz is a practicing cardiac surgeon.  I wonder how he has time to do a daily television show and maintain a surgical practice.  If I needed heart surgery I would want someone more focused on practicing medicine than being a celebrity.


Moving on to radio.  Sometimes when I am getting dressed in the morning I turn on the radio hoping for NPR, but about half the time (because of that strange signal problem I mentioned) get a morning zoo program instead.  The format is mostly talk with the same three or four songs of the moment thrown in here and there.  The DJs are careful to use euphemisms for sexual intercourse and genitalia, I assume because they have young listeners…though I have heard the grown-up versions of these words on other radio shows so I know they are FCC approved.  The other day they played a song and the word sh*t was bleeped, yet they play songs with lyrics that would make me cringe if I’d had an adolescent listening to them.  I’m not a prude, trust me, but I think these lyrics might send the wrong message to young kids.

From S&M by Rihanna:

Feels so good being bad

There’s no way I’m turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure
Cause nothing could measure

Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, out of line
The affliction of the feeling
Leaves me wanting more

[Chorus x2:]
Cause I may be bad
But I’m perfectly good at it
Sex in the air
I don’t care
I love the smell of
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But chains and whips
Excite me

Na na na na
Come on
Come on
Come on
I like it
Like it…

Ironic, isn’t it, that not all that long ago Rihanna made news when her boyfriend allegedly beat her.  Did she like it like it?  I’m being tastelessly flip, of course.  Violence is NEVER OK.

From Last Friday Night, by Katy Perry

There’s a stranger in my bed,

There’s a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ’s passed out in the yard
Barbie’s on the barbeque

There’s a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a black top blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled

Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we’re gonna stop-op

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don’t know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a blacked out blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled


Which would you rather have your kid/s hear, proper names for biological functions and body parts, maybe a swear word here and there, or these lyrics???


After having seen more Facebook pages than I care to, I think some users believe (possibly because of the site’s name) that the primary purpose of having an account is to post as many pictures of your face, from as many angles and with as many expressions as possible.  A better name might be Narcissisticbook.  And who has over seven hundred friends?  Though I actually stumbled on a site the other day that allows you to buy Facebook friends.  To anyone out there desiring to increase their friend count and willing to pay for friends, I just want to let you know that my friendship can be bought.  Don’t go through a website, cut out the middle man and buy me directly.  My price is negotiable, and I’ll consider all offers.


I’ve noticed, recently, we don’t wear, use, operate, drive things..we rock them..IE I’m rockin’ (using Gs and Ts are not cool) my new jeans for the party tonight.

Well, that’s it..I think I’m done rockin’ my blog for today.

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