So sad

The news has been really boring lately. Not only that, but various vexations have plagued my mind too much for me to write anything terribly insightful. Unfortunately, I have decided that caffeine and stress may have dissolved part of my brain. I will have to work on fixing the problem.

But regarding the news, like I said, things are mostly dull. When W. was president, you could always find some shrill communist blasting the government for every minor pecadillo. Now that we have the great leader Obama, everything remains tame.

Of course, there was one rather interesting story today:  Partial-birth abortion provider George Tiller got murdered while he was serving as an usher in his church. Whoever knows exactly what church would allow him to attend as a member, much less any sort of officer? Perhaps that matter has become moot, though, for George Tiller is no longer a member. He is dead.

With the lack of stories reporting on Obama’s socialist plunder of the nation’s wealth, I suppose now we will get to suffer through a few days of newscasters moping about the death of this brave hero. After all, he boldly “terminated” viable fetuses in spite of the public outcry of fanatics. Eventually, he suffered martyrdom for his heroic perseverence.

With Obama’s new Supreme Court nomination, Pro-Abortion politicians will attempt to politicize on George Tiller’s martyrdom. They will argue that all opponents of abortion are militant extremists. In response, we will probably hear Anti-Abortion groups distancing themselves from the vigilanteism and apologizing for the man’s death — as though it were some genuine tragedy.

But heck, let’s not distort justice by calling a good thing a tragic event. Despite the wrongness in how it happened, a wicked man is dead. That is, essentially, a positive development. We can mope about it and apologize for the actions of extremists for which we are not responsible — or we can rejoice.

“When the righteous prosper, the city rejoices,
When the wicked perish, there are shouts of joy.”
~ Proverbs 11:10

When gangsters kill each other off in shoot-outs, most citizens know better than to shed many tears. The same principle applies here. Good riddance, I say. Sometimes you just gotta live and let die.

Hampered hilarity

Many people have argued that liberals have no sense of humor. I tend to agree. But as Geordi LaForge used to say, don’t take my word for it.

Why don’t we examine, for instance, how Saturday Night Live has treated President Obama, compared with how they treated President George W. Bush? Judge for yourself. First, let’s look at Bush…

 

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Well, that was some amusing satire, at least. Always entertaining to poke fun of the president. Now for Obama…

 

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He keeps it cool. Ha, ha, ha. Good one. Way to make fun of your own guy. Idiots.

Brave new world

Alright, so I’m ready to get sworn in before the court tomorrow morning. After that, I’ll be the law in this here town. Don’t mess with me. I’ve already got one trial scheduled — either that, or the lady was joking when she handed me the file.

In other news, apparently scientists have just found a fossil of a big lemur, and it proves the reality of evolution. I learned this important news from an article that Google posted on the front of their search engine (with a picture) all day long. Yes, a big Lemur fossil. It really was that important.

I just learned a new dance tonight. It involves grabbing the girl’s back with both hands, kind of like a wrestling match. And then you jump around, kicking sideways back and forth. It was rather intriguing. I think I’ll probably stick with regular swing dancing, though, at least for the most part.

By the way, GET THIS:  I recently heard that some Koreans managed to clone GLOWING DOGS. How sweet is that? I want a glowing blue one. A glowing blue poodle would be the best. (I wouldn’t style him up though, because that’s girly. I would just let his curly poodle hair grow wild.) To get the dogs to glow, though, I’m not really sure if you have to hold them up a lamp first. That would kind of weaken the value of the glowing dog. After all, the sun goes down gradually over time — so the dog would lose its glowing power by the time the night got dark enough. I guess you could always charge the animal up inside, and then release it into the darkness.

What would be really cool, though, is a glowing parakeet. I want one of those. Or maybe a glowing pigeon.

The fairest of them all

So apparently…Michelle Obama is the hottest American first lady ever. At least, that’s what this article says. She is the first First Lady to land on Maxim‘s “Hot 100.”

Unfortunately, everyone pretty much knew we were going to have to put up with this garbage the moment Barack won the election. Right at that moment, the media started comparing Michelle to Queen Guinevere of Camalet.

But come on. I mean…I guess she’s pretty good-looking — if you like girls with triangular eyebrows, and puffed up hair that always looks like it’s been through a tornado.

But if you want real beauty, just check out this chick:

Ahh…So dreamy. Of course, her former experiences as a librarian probably give her an unnatural advantage over Michelle. It’s hardly even a contest!

But overall, you just can’t get any better than a nice conservative woman.

Summer’s arrival

Welcome back, readers! Sorry to post so little lately. Various vexations have tormented me lately — including exams. Now that those ridiculous things are over with, I can move on to more important matters like posting on the internet.

Over the weekend I briefly travelled back home to Franktown. I got to see the new Star Trek movie, which was mostly good — I say “mostly” only because the logical problems within time-travel stories always bother me to varying degrees. At the cheap theater, I also saw Gran Torino with Clint Eastwood, which was thoroughly entertaining.

Now that I’m back in Knoxville, I just started working over at the district attorney’s office. So far I’m still pumped to be there. As soon as they swear me in, I’m gonna start handing out life sentences left and right. Shoplifting? Life. Simple possession? Life. Trespassing? Try life without parole. Reckless driving? Well, I’ll probably have to go easy on that one since I myself sometimes have trouble.

Anyway, I still feel a tad worn out from exams, and from the end of the semester. But recently this quote from Clement of Alexandria inspired me:

Let temperance raise us as from the abyss beneath, to the enterprises of wakefulness. For the oppression of sleep is like death, which forces us into insensibility, cutting off the light by the closing of the eyelids.

Story of my life. Oh well, summer is here now. Time to party! I’ll try to keep the posts up more regularly now.