Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Thanks to Audrey over at Sarah Palin's Lies for alerting me to this video. Move it ahead and about seven minutes in you'll see Kenyan Witch-Hunter and True Christian™ Thomas Muthee praying over the woman McCain has tapped to be second in command, should he and his herd of melanomas make it into the Oval Office.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Bane of Bane Rants is dead. And apparently, this time, he's not faking it.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
In a word, it was awesome. Alex and I took home five ribbons between us, including a surprise second-place ribbon for me and Duchess!
But the sense of accomplishment I brought home from coming back from my accident to ride competitively was even more satisfying.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The pastor whose prayer Sarah Palin says helped her to become governor of Alaska founded his ministry with a witchhunt against a Kenyan woman who he accused of causing car accidents through demonic spells.
According to accounts of the witchhunt circulated on evangelical websites such as Prayer Links Ministries, after Pastor Muthee declared Mama Jane a witch, the townspeople became suspicious and began to turn on her, demanding that she be stoned. Public outrage eventually led the police to raid her home, where they fired gunshots, killing a pet python which they believed to be a demon.
After Mama Jane was questioned by police – and released – she decided it was time to leave town, the account says.
Whew. That was close. But in the end, the village was shed of both the witch and her Satanic Snake. And all thanks to the holy efforts of the man whose prayers Sarah Palin says put her in the Alaskan governor's chair.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Alex and I have a horse show on Saturday, and yesterday was our last lesson before we compete in our second CCHA event. I'll be jumping a couple of courses competitively at the show, and can only hope it goes better than our last session at the barn.
Even though our instructor assured me I did well, I didn't feel like I did. Duchess was doing her typical Speed Demon thing, and I kept a tighter rein to keep her from rushing the course I was riding. She didn't like that and responded by bucking, which you can see her do about eight seconds into the video. She would have done more of that nonsense if I'd let her, but in order to buck a horse has to be able to get its head down. See how Duchess holds her head so high? It's not her natural head carriage. Her head is high because I'm holding it up to keep her from pitching me off.
Alex practiced mainly on the flat yesterday. She is getting so, so good. Her hands and seat are so much steadier. I'm really proud of her, especially since riding Stormy is like riding a pogo stick. How she's making it look so easy I'll never know.
On a more serious note, I've been keeping an ear out for the news on the financial markets this morning.
After seeing Naomi Klein interviewed, I'm interested in reading her book The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism. Like Chalmer Johnson's Blowback, it's the kind of book that people need to read in order to balance all the GOP crap we're told about the supposed superiority of doing things the Right Way, both here and abroad.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
There are millions of Vaginas in the United States. John McCain only needed one. He could have had almost any Vagina he wanted. But he chose first-term Alaskan governor Sarah Palin’s.
Having a Vagina was apparently the only qualification needed for the position of Vagina Person - V.P. for short. With his choice, McCain demonstrated that as far as he’s concerned one Vagina is as good as the next. After all, in the Sacred Sisterhood of Vaginas, things like experience, policy positions and basic knowledge of foreign policy don’t matter. We can’t bother our pretty little heads with those things, not with all those cookies to bake.
We just need to know one thing: Do you, my dear, have a Vagina? You do? Well then, you automatically have our vote.
Hey McCain, I’ve got a little something to tell you. You called this one so wrong, because the Sisterhood does care about whether a candidate is qualified and most of us would rather have a Qualified Dick in office than an Unqualified Vagina. If it was a matter of being appeased by seeing you take the stage with someone wearing a skirt, a lot of us would have been happier if you’d shown up with Lieberman in drag. Some of us might have even considered voting for you if you'd shown that kind of bravery, rather than the tuck-tail pandering you've exhibited with this choice.
Because Palin? WTF?
I listened to her present her Vagina Monologue tonight at the GOP convention. She said all the right things to appease the base, to be sure. God, guns, God, military, God, offshore drilling, God, values, God tax breaks, God…God knows she excited the crowd, especially the Conservative Republican Vaginas. And I’m thinking she deserves some credit for that, if nothing else, because it probably takes a lot to excite a Conservative Republican Vagina.
McCain's Vagina Person Nominee didn’t say much about her experience, although she did highlight her term as a small town mayor. That’s cool. By her criteria the mayor of my town is qualified to be McCain’s running mate. We’d have to stuff him in a suit, of course, make him shave and take away his chewing tobacco. But once that was done he’d make a great addition to the ticket.
Wait...No he wouldn’t. He doesn’t have a Vagina. But Palin does, so despite the fact that she has zero experience in anything beyond running a state where moose outnumber people, that Vagina apparently makes her qualified to be one metastasized melanoma away from the Oval Office.
And that’s supposed to make all the other Vaginas happy enough to vote for McCain. Maybe to lock in the Vag Vote he’ll go even further and promise that when his swollen left gland explodes and Palin’s left in charge she can call her base of operations the Ovary Office.
And the world will be lovely then. With Palin at the helm we can finally take away that pesky right to choose so that Vaginas everywhere can start popping out babies, whether they want them or not. It doesn’t matter that the economy will still favor the rich. Conservative Vaginas - and Dicks - love the idea of babies - up until some of those little Gifts From God start needing money for things like food and health care.
If the babies do survive, their reward will be to go to school and learn all about how Jesus created the whole world in seven days and miracled humanity into existence, gloriously forming the first Vagina out of the rib of her master, Man. And because Palin favors teaching teenagers gun safety but is against sex-ed, they'll be taught how to handle the urge to hunt while being kept ignorant about how to handle the urge to hump. (Apparently it's mean to mention that her pregnant teen daughter could be a poster child for that philosophy, so I won't.)
Oh, but there’s that whole foreign threat thing. ....We didn't hear much about that tonight, for good reason. Dear God, if Palin is elected and we’re invaded please, please, please let it be by moose, since that’s about the only threat she’s proven herself capable of handling.
Wait..I’m wrong again. That Dick Steve Doocy of Fox News pointed out recently that Russia is next door to Alaska, which automatically means Sarah Palin has foreign policy experience. Seriously. He actually said that.
To which I thought, "It does?"
Come on, Republicans. Even I know better than that, and I’m just a Vagina.
Oh, and I wouldn't want you to forget what a nature lover she is. It seems she has a fondness for God's creatures, especially shooting them from planes:
(Thanks to Laughing Wolf for the heads up on this.)
Yesterday we got to ride at the new barn for the first time and Alex and I have yet to come down from the high of having all that space. Our instructor's last place was really small, and the arena we used was more confining than we realized. The one we rode in yesterday was big - more of a fenced field than an arena - and we felt like eventers zipping around the place. Even Stormy acted like a new horse; I've never seen that old man so spry.
Alex took her first jump at the canter and I was so proud I almost cried, and was really pleased to see how fearlessly she worked to build on what she learned. Jumping horses for the first time is like riding a roller coaster, only the danger is more real. It's exhilarating, and the risk of what could happen any moment could spoil the fun if the excitement weren't so worth it. I
My lessons are becoming much more involved. Yesterday I learned the importance of counting strides between jumps, and the meaning of "chipping." Duchess was more than willing yesterday; there were no balks or refusals from her at all. Maybe it's because I'm more confident and less hesitant a s well.
Next week Steph, our instructor, says she may have us start to do some bareback exercises and eventually wants us to jump bareback. Ugh, OK. I guess. I've ridden bareback before. But bareback over jumps? Please, please, please don't anyone tell my orthopedist.
Here are a few photos from our day:
Alex decided early into the lesson she'd rather ride in the saddle I was using so we switched, which was fine. I liked the jumping saddle better anyway.
The barn is really awesome - large with four stalls, a wide aisle and a tack area. Here we are untacking our ponies, and looking forward to next time!