I just noticed. Sometime on Sept. 1, I passed half a million hits on this blog.
Wow.
Sure, that’s like a good weekend for Pharyngula, but still.
Thanks, all of you!
Suppose you ask a hired gun
To wipe somebody out—
Could you be held responsible?
Of that there’s little doubt. [Read more…]
Something’s brewing at the White House
But I see no need for fear
They’ve released a vital secret—
It’s their recipe for beer!
There’s a White House Honey Porter
And a White House Honey Ale;
They’re in limited production
And they will not be for sale
If you’re really, really lucky
You might have one with the Prez—
You can judge if it’s incredible
Like everybody says
But if Romney takes the White House
Say goodbye to ale or stout
Which is just another reason
That we’ve got to keep him out!
For the good of all the nation
Give Obama four more years!
For our children… for tomorrow…
For our future… (for the beers!) [Read more…]
Though the fact-check was not in his plan
Ryan bragged about how fast he ran
Not a real big surprise
Just one more of his lies:
It’s Paul Ryan, the marathon man
Headline: Fact Check: Paul Ryan Exaggerates Marathon Claim
What’s really funny is how passionate runners are about this. Across sources, from runners’ websites to papers to NPR, runners are steaming mad that Paul Ryan has… “misremembered” his best marathon time.
I have never entered, let alone completed, a marathon. If I had, I would likely be one of the many who knew my time to the second. Like everyone… but those who lie about their times. But really… what the hell, it’s only one more lie.
I saw Clint Eastwood use a chair
To mock a man who wasn’t there.
He spoke at length, as if he heard;
The chair, of course, spoke not a word.
The chat was broadcast on TV
For all the world to watch and see
And there at the convention hall
The chair held no one—none at all!
Go ahead, go ahead, you know what to say
Go ahead, go ahead, Go ahead—make my day… (blam!)
I saw Clint Eastwood use a chair
To mock a man who wasn’t there;
It might seem strange, but no more odd
Than talking to an absent God. [Read more…]
Again, for Neil. Because tonight (the night of his funeral, I understand) it’s a blue moon.
(I did have https://proxy.freethought.online/cuttlefish/2009/12/31/once-in-a-blue-moon-its-new-years-eve/ a few years back. I also actually have written a song that is a response to this one, but that was before I was a Cuttlefish, so you won’t see it here.)
“Introduction To Congress”, the syllabus said;
It was filled with the Harvard elite—
The goal was to learn about civics; instead,
Half the students just learned how to cheat.
Academic dishonesty at Harvard.
Harvard College’s disciplinary board is investigating nearly half of the 279 students who enrolled in Government 1310: “Introduction to Congress” last spring for allegedly plagiarizing answers or inappropriately collaborating on the class’ final take-home exam.
Dean of Undergraduate Education Jay M. Harris said the magnitude of the case was “unprecedented in anyone’s living memory.”
That’s right; Harvard is supposed to be known for grade inflation, not for cheating.
(Reading the article, it looks like there is sufficient blame to cast on both student and professor.)
If your vaunted opponent’s not there
But you still want your viewers to care
You can still make my day
When things don’t go your way
By debating—in public—a chair
Headline… ok, not a headline, the actual speech by Clint Eastwood.
In case you’re just Mitt outta luck.
Oh, Mitt. My in-laws are so happy with your speech. Of course, as Cuttlespouse told me this evening, they’d vote for Hitler if he ran as a Republican.
Lyrics:
He’ll never use a compass
When a weathervane will do;
You can check his past directions
For the way the wind once blew
There’s no permanent position
Which, for money, he won’t bend
To the will of corporations
Cos they’re people too, my friend!
It’s time we had a president
Who will not stand for shit—
So strap your dog to the roof of your car
And let’s hit the road for Mitt!
He passed a law for health care
Which of course he now regrets
He likes to prove his honor
With ten-thousand dollar bets
Abortion is an evil, which
Good people should abhor
In utter contradiction of
The stand he took before!
It’s time we had a president
Who will not stand for shit—
So strap your dog to the roof of your car
And let’s hit the road for Mitt!
Bridge:
Oh beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For candidates who can’t recall
Which years they worked at Bain
His piercing eyes, his shining teeth,
His perfect, manly hair
His mainstream Christian values
And his magic underwear
He’s earned my admiration
Though it strains my common sense—
For taking strong positions, but
On both sides of the fence!
It’s time we had a president
Who will not stand for shit—
So strap your dog to the roof of your car
And let’s hit the road for Mitt!
I still need to record this in the original tune–but really, only to show you how much better this version is.
The speeches we hear are so flagrantly truthless—
They don’t even hide their intentions—
Let’s update the saying to cover the ruthless:
There’s lies, and damned lies, and conventions.
At least five times, Ryan misrepresented the facts. And while none of the statements were new, the context was. It’s one thing to hear them on a thirty-second television spot or even in a stump speech before a small crowd. It’s something else entirely to hear them in prime time address, as a vice presidential nominee is accepting his party’s nomination and speaking to the entire country.