Another Sign of the Apocalypse

Mark Moron Morford of the San Francisco Chronicle was funny Friday. Normally he’s just tiring. The column is entitled Stop The Gay Canadians! First icky legalized homosexual marriage, then the apocalypse. Conservative America trembles And it just gets better from there.

“I don’t really know what this means, what it represents, what it entails, what gay people stand for, where they come from or what they do or why they do it or how they become that way in the first place or even if they’re allowed to vote or fly in airplanes,” announced a very trembly George W. Bush at a hastily arranged press conference in the Super Mega Hetero Gun Room of the White House.

Wow! Where do I go to get a Super Mega Hetero Gun Room installed in my house?

Of course, I’m a South Park Republican, so I think these stereotypes are freaking hilarious!

(Nod to Michele for the pointer. I don’t read Morford as a rule.)

The Debate Continues Drags Along Slowly

I’ve posted my latest two missives in the debate over at The Commentary. However, Jack is off on holiday at the end of this month, so I don’t think I’ll be hearing from him any time soon. As usual, the permalinks aren’t working over there and neither are the archives, so just go in and scroll down.

G’night, y’all. I’m tired.

(UPDATE: I got the archives to work, but the permalinks are still bloggered. I can’t get Jack to republish the archives to fix this.)

Have a Few Hours to Waste?

I found this game a while back, but now it’s new and improved – and it’s Shareware

Prairie Dog Hunt Pro ’97 (hey, I didn’t say I’d visited it recently.)

It’s got it all, but mostly it’s got exploding prarie dogs! (no SARS here!)

They blow up REAL good!

Give it a shot (pun intended.)

Correction: Kim du Toit pointed out (damned quickly, I might add) that prarie dogs are spreaders of monkeypox not SARS. See the cartoon:

(Steve Benson, of the Arizona Republic)

This Must Be What Living Next to Vesuvius Looks Like

This is a view of the smoke plume from the Aspen fire in the Catalina Mountains North of Tucson. It’s taken from the Northwest suburb of Oro Valley, not too far from where I live.

The smoke today isn’t as bad as this, but that’s because the worst of the fire has descended down the back slope of the range. Ugly.

The story is here.

I guess I won’t be going up to Summerhaven for a while.

The Catholic Church Brought This On Themselves, I Think

If you haven’t been following this story, Bishop O’Brien of the Phoenix, AZ diocese made a deal with Maricopa County Attorney Rick Romley to admit that he’d sheltered priests who had sexually abused parishioners. Worse than that, it appears that Phoenix was made the dumping-ground for “troubled priests” as Boston’s Cardinal Law (no saint, himself) considered Phoenix a diocese “with policies that are less restrictive than ours.” Then, O’Brien backpedaled on his statement.

Then O’Brien was involved in a fatal hit-and-run accident. He is now the first Bishop to have felony charges pressed against him.

Frank Keating, former governor of Oklahoma and a member of an investigative board examining the breadth and scope of sexually abusive priests in the Catholic church was recently forced to resigned from the board after he “compared the Catholic Church’s instinct for secrecy to that of La Cosa Nostra.”

Chuck Asay, once again, hits the nail on the head:

I’m 3-for-3!

Pickings must be slim.

The local lefty rag here in Tucson, the Tucson Weekly, is a fairly amusing paper I read every now and then just to see what the other side is up to. And, give them credit, they do a better job of bird-dogging the local government than either of the two local “mainstream” yellow-journals. They even print stuff by conservatives! (Well, one conservative, and he’s pretty close to where the right-wing raving lunatics meet the left-wing barking moonbats.)

What they do print, though, is letters to the editor, and I’m three-for-three now. The Weekly has a far-left columnist by the name of Renée Downing who publishes every other week or so, who wrote a column for the April 3 edition entitled “A Fine Line” that – to put it bluntly – pissed me off. So I wrote a letter to the editor. And they printed it, almost verbatim. They only edited it for length, and the cut was minor. If you want, you can read it here. (It’s entitled “Meet Renée Downing, Hateful Liberal” – I’m not responsible for the title. Scroll down, it’s the last one on the page.) That column drew fire from at least one other person. In the April 24 issue, see the letter entitled “Renée Downing’s Biggest Fan”.

The same week they published my first missive (and after the taking of Baghdad) Renée equivocated with her column, “In Search of Some Good Amusement” and I felt I ought to task her for it, so I wrote another submission. It was accepted. It’s in the May 8 issue, entitled “Yet More Love for Renée Downing” (next to last letter on the page).

Well, apparently the criticism got to old Renée, so in the June 12 issue she wrote a column entitled “I Can See Clearly Now” that, once again, inspired my pen keyboard. I was tempted to write a complete rebuttal column, but I knew they’d never print that, so I whipped out a short and pithy piece and wafted it through the ether to them Tuesday afternoon. They called me today and told me to expect to see it in a week or two.

In order to spare you the wait, (like you really care) here it is in its entirety now:

I see Ms. Downing’s been affected by the volume (and vitriol) of the mail responding to her op-eds. (“I Can See Clearly Now.”)

Alas, her conversion seems somehow…contrived.

The heart of the liberal still beats firmly in that breast. Yes, the caring and compassion of the true liberal still shines through like a beacon. There’s no fooling us. She cares deeply about everyone and everything around her. I mean, just read her words:

“I’m a female Republican so reading and listening aren’t really necessary for me.”

“…those soft, balding, white men who, even in middle age, must struggle every day with crippling mother issues.“

Yes, by G_d, she does care about each and every one of us! She wants us to get everything that’s coming to us. Good and hard!

But on the off-chance that some of that criticism did crack the liberal shell, I sincerely invite her to join this soft, balding white man (who has no mother issues I’m aware of, crippling or otherwise) at the Tucson Rifle Club where I would be pleased to introduce her to some of the contents of my in-home arsenal so that she can free herself of the crippling fear that most liberals seem to have of firearms in the hands of law-abiding citizens. Any step forward is a positive one, I always say.

I cannot help but wonder if she’ll take me up on the offer….