Every Wonder How This Shit Gets Started

Politics, racism, and religious prejudice play a big part in the magic that is the Holy Land, a place where any morning can be the 3rd Century BCE complete with rocks flying at your head and prophets at the ready to steal your soul.

According to the NYTs, this latest violence between Hamas and the State of Israel appears to have been timed to coincide with the final days of a complicit Bush Presidency. And with the new intel about competitive reading in the White House it seems certain the coast is clear as Bush and the Turd-Blossom busy themselves with a good book.















and tragically for the innocents there is no place to fucking hide

The Strange and Mysterious Life of Michael Connell

The high ranking Republican "IT Guru" Michael Connell died in a plane crash last night.

Connell is familiar as a key witness in the King-Lincoln v. Blackwell lawsuit regarding fraud in the 2004 Presidential Election in Ohio. That recently revived, long-standing lawsuit led to Connell's deposition on November 3, 2008, the day before this year's general election. According to plaintiff's lead attorney Cliff Arnebeck in July, a tipster had warned that Connell had been threatened by Karl Rove in an attempt to intimidate him into "taking the fall" for Ohio election fraud not long after a motion was filed to lift the stay in that case. Connell had sought protection after the Karl Rove threatened. He supposedly about to come forward with damning information on Karl Rove.

Connell had been memorably described as a "high IQ Forrest Gump", by the attorneys for the plaintiffs in the Ohio fraud case, for his apparent penchant at the scene of "every single crime" from Florida 2000 to Ohio 2004 to the network firewall on a number of key Congressional committees to the case of the missing White House emails. For more

The Proverbial Turd Blossom

Growing up picking hallucinogenic mushrooms out of cow patties, we took to referring to them as turd blossums to keep Gram and Gramps from wising up to our early morning forages amongst the heifers. When Bush nicknamed Karl Rove his "Turd Blossom" it definitely ungilded our psychedelic lilly a bit. Dubya must have recognized Rove's potent magic out on the West Texas plain and bestowed a nickname capable of bending reality and conjuring every possible Presidential grandeur. It was a helluva trip. Rove is gone now from the President's dreams and radio silence is the only thing emanating from the White House. With typical cleverness our favorite old time Republican, John Batchelor recognized this loss of vigor and explains how not having Rove's merry pranksterism at hand has left the Bush Administration as boring and blunt as Carrie Nation's hatchet upon a barstool.