Motley Moose – Archive

Rick Santorum is hardly my favorite human being. He is a representative of a brand of “Conservatism” that is abhorrent to me. A religious zealot who preaches that we need good Conservative leadership, and then proceeds to advance radicalized ideas of imposition of theocratic controls, promote monopolist interests, and all in the name of “safety” and “freedom.”

In a post SOPA Blackout world, that many across the Web didn’t get–I point to the folks who misinterpreted Drew Curtis’ “White Out” as support and obviously didn’t actually read the whole statement or even click the linked video that simply read: You can’t. It’s evil–and I realize that during the discussion, some things about the bill really have been glossed over.

For Lulz, here’s Rick’s defense of SOPA as framed that freedom of speech is too free and against good American values…

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour.  

Minneapolis, Minnesota’s City Pages published a letter to recently resigned state Senator Amy Koch. Koch, resigned after an affair with a male staffer. Koch was deeply involved in the fight to put a Constitutional Amendment before Minnesota to define marriage as being between a man and a woman.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour

Today I am inspired by Congressman Jim Sensenbrenner’s tirade against Michelle Obama’s temerity to say to the nation, “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t shove EVERYTHING down our fat gobs and maybe exercise every now and then.” His defense?  “She has a large posterior.” Yup, he went to “she got a big ass” as his go to point.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour

Yesterday I had to deposit some cash at the bank. Nothing huge, but every dollar counts these days, right?  

The only problem was, not all the bills were recognized, and it pretty much illustrates the problems we face right now, not just in our everyday business, but the overall economy as well.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour

I know that you’re all stunned by the thought of another article that shows Newt Gingrich as a double dealing asshat.

Be strong, my brothers and sisters.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour

The last week has been interesting where issues of marriage equality are concerned. Between Rick Perry getting clowned on YouTube, the outing of one of the ad’s authors, with Newt’s own sister siding against him, with Newt upping the ante and supporting a Constitutional Amendment to ban marriage equality, and now Mitt Romney making a grievous error in judgement in thinking a vet would be supportive of his brand of bigotry.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour

For a moment, let’s set aside the hypocrisy in Rick Perry’s recent YouTube blunder that was a fair insult to the gay community in an attempt to curry favor with the Religious Right on the issue of prayer in school, with using background music lifted from Aaron Copeland’s Appalachian Spring.  Or Perry’s adoption of the fashionable jacket worn by Heath Ledger’s character in Brokeback Mountain while we’re at it.

Let’s instead take a look at the outing by GOProud of one of the authors of the ad, Tony Fabrizio.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour  

Rick Santorum has fired yet another salvo into the Presidential race with his insistence that “science should get out of politics.”

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour

I was going to do a post at the Suicidal Cactus Hour in a somewhat belated review of Dragon Age 2–a game that I think has gotten a bad rap over the last few months.  Not a perfect game to be sure, but with Skyrim out, and watching folks delve into it, there is rumblings of how terrible DA2 was, and in comparison the two games are apples and mangos.

That WAS until the Daily Show fired up on Hulu. And the mind numbing disingenuousness began to roll in.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour  

I know, it’s been awhile, but I wanted to return with something maybe a bit of a personal nature.

I just got back from the doctor’s office. Nothing major, just a routine sort of blood test. Routine enough that I tend to not think about them too much. I mention it, because something not terrible happened. The phlebotomist stuck me, got my blood drawn in record time, and without much in the way of pain. For those of us who get stuck on a regular basis, that is an appreciable thing. (Diabetics, you know what I’m talking about)

I thanked the gal, on a good stick, and she was kind of surprised. Which got me to thinking.

Crossposted to The Suicidal Cactus Hour