No More Mr. Nice Guy!

He rose again on the third day...

Apologies to anyone who couldn't reach this site yesterday. No, I didn't give up blogging for Lent. Hosting Carnival of the Godless blew away my bandwidth quota. I purchased a bunch more bandwidth to get through to the end of the month. Please consider supporting this blog by clicking on the Barnes & Noble icon for your book shopping, or visiting my gift shop on the way out, or even leaving a tip in the Paypal jar. (Or if you don't feel like spending money... well, I'm not supposed to tell you to click on the ad sidebar, so don't do that. :-)

So, what's been happening while I was off the air? Well, it looks like Mad Mullah Pat Robertson is once again calling for a hit on a public figure. Two years ago, Robertson's aptly-named "Prayer Offensive" marked a new low in church-state separation with his calls for God to take out three "liberal" Supreme Court justices. Even Christ himself must by now be Christ-weary of this despicable little troglodyte and his hate-mongering bombast. Which is apparently why Robertson didn't give Baby Jesus the contract to kill Hugo Chavez, but instead called for US Special Forces to perform that function. Hey Pat, why don't you do it yourself, you were a marine in combat in Korea, weren't you? Oops, no, you weren't. You don't seem to have much of a grasp of the Ten Commandments either.

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch... Cindy Sheehan is still waiting for an answer to the question, "What noble cause?" As are more and more of us, even in the reddest state in the Union. The extreme right responds the only way it knows how - with craw-thumping bluster, dishonesty and intimidation. A bogus astroturf group called "You don't speak for me, Cindy", which seems to be mostly a creation of various hate-radio motormouths, is dragging its dog-and-pony show across the Southwest, bound for Crawford where it will establish "Camp Bush" and confront Cindy and her supporters.

First of all, Sheehan never claimed to speak for anyone but herself. Secondly, what are these people so afraid of? Why do they have to organize a bandwagon to bully and shout down a private citizen exercising her right to free speech? And isn't a "Camp Bush" outside Bush's camp a little redundant?

Back to Washington, and let's check in with Johnnie Roberts, former child star. It looks like his confirmation process will be anything but the smooth sailing it was predicted to be. So many skeletons are turning up in his closet that the White House had to dispatch two lawyers to Simi Valley to remove files from the Reagan Presidential Library and shred them, to keep Roberts' views on affirmative action from being exposed to the light of day. Now the two unnamed lawyers have magnanimously agreed to "reconstruct" the missing files - that's Gaelic for "re-write them in line with the Bush version of reality." Of course it's all Clinton's fault, with Sandy Berger setting a bad example and everything. Where's Ken Starr when you need him?

Well, that's all the news that's fit to fisk, or at least all I have time for at present. Be seeing you!