The beginning of the end of normal childhood...

Kids are bored.. If there was no batteries, power cords, etc. whatever shall they do?? Even the finest thing ever invented is being phased slowly out.. The book.
But this is one of the things that really bugs me most. What has happened to our playground equipment??

There was a slide like this in my hometown and at my elementary school. I remember one accident. At recess, a  boy who hadn't tied his shoes got the lace caught at the top of the slide and fell. I don't remember any other serious accidents in my time growing up with these slides.

This was called the Ocean Wave at our school. The pic I found called it the witches hat and we had one of those too. This isn't it. I don't recall bad accidents on this but I'm sure children doing stupid things got hurt.

THIS was the witches hat. I remember no accidents in my time playing there, in elementary school.

We had this in my hometown playground but the handles were smaller, like this:

The problem with the strider is that if someone let go, their chain would swing free and you could get beaned. It's bad form not to yell out letting others know there was a rogue chain.

See? Mind the rules, use common sense and you have fun equipment. OR stay in the house and play on the Wii. Wear the strap, though, because you can let the remote slip and injure someone in the room.

If the truth shall set you free, GW got an arm lose.

Last night was the BIG MOMENT. George W. Bush, sits down and talks about 9/11. I felt a bit nostalgic as I like the little whisker but dang! Just spill it!! President Obama hasn't brought charges and I'm kind of doubting he ever will but is this supposed to be cathartic for you or us??

It was great to see him fully disclose that they were warned over a month in advanced and did nothing to protect us. Spilled milk.

I was glad to hear that he was about to get his pets into a safe shelter with Laura because America's number one priority was the FIRST DOG AND CAT!! NOT!!! It was also a bit classless showing the footage of him talking to the first responders with his arm slung around the fireman's shoulder as if they'd be friends for life instead of 'dying of cancer from toxic fumes who?'. Him saying that when they kept saying they couldn't hear him he said but I will always hear you. History will record who made those promises then who came through with them. (Including Jon Stewarts MAJOR role in that). History will record who promised to never stop searching yet never STARTED searching. Not in the right place and he knew it, he lied to us. He lied to families of first responders who died then or from complications. He lied to the people in those buildings and in those planes. He lied to the men that fought for something they thought was worth dying for. He lied to all of us.

I'm proud of him for allowing for some of his lies. I believe deep down he is a good man but this came too late. He should have stood beside President Obama at Ground Zero when our troops risked everything to make good on Bush's promise. God Bless our troops!! THEY DID IT!

There will always be debates on who was the worst president in history. Tricky Dick? Clinton? They lied to us too. Maybe they all do. But the lives that were lost because of this man's lies... Such a waste. We've yet to recover and never will unless we unite. He could have helped with that too, last night. He chose not to.

I don't envy the task of being president. I don't envy the burden he must live with. I truly don't believe that he is a bad man. I believe he's human and tried to do right things. I wish him happiness now. I wish him peace.



National Geographic-George W. Bush: The 9/11 Interview

Steve Powell you are so beyond sick and wrong I am astounded

Well, well, well... Perhaps Joshie ISN'T the only person of interest:
Examiner.com: Why Susan feared her father in law


ABC News


For your convenience I've brought the lyrics and bio to the Patch. All rights and insanity belongs to Steve (Chantrey) Powell. The author of the Patch has no legal or moral(less) rights or ownership to the body of work and links have been supplied.




Steve's Songs for Susan

Waiting For You

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey

You did your own thing,
You did it your way,
While I awaited your
Appearance in my doorway.
I spent the whole day through
Waiting for you.
It didn't happen
If you had shown up,
I would have thought that our
Relationship was sewn up.
I spent the whole day through
Waiting for you.
I could be getting a mistaken impression,
Each time you seem to gaze at me.
You let me touch you softly. Why? is the question.
And the effect amazes me.
Had trouble sleeping.
Wasn't beside you.
I felt so lonely,
For a little bit I cried too.
I spent the whole night through
Waiting for you.
Repeat bridge
Now I am smitten
Doubt I'll recover
Only one cure and that's to
Have you as my lover.
I'll spend my whole life through
Waiting for you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey






The Light of the City


Words and music by Steve Chantrey
 
A typical morning, with sky overcast,
If you were beside me, the gloom wouldn't last.
My thinking is clouded that's true:
But only because I need you.
It's dark out, it's raining, the skies are all grey.
I don't think the sun will be shining today,
But while I am thinking of you
The skies I am seeing are blue.
chorus:
The sun didn't shine in Seattle this morning.
What did you expect, hey, what's new?
But I saw a new light turn on in me, eternally,
The moment I laid eyes on you.
The Light of Seattle is you.
Seagulls are following ferries around,
I see planes and clouds floating over the Sound
I wish I were way up there too,
I'd like to be floating with you.
chorus:
The sun didn't shine in Seattle this morning.
What did you expect, hey, what's new?
But I saw a new light turn on in me, eternally,
In ways that I can't misconstrue.
The Light of Seattle is you.
I want you, I love you, I do!
The Light of Seattle is you.
I want to be with you.
The Light of Seattle is you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I'm Missing You 

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey

There's a way to have you near me,
And to know you love me dearly.
If it's only in my heart
It's refreshing, it's a start.
I'm missing you.
Make some room for me within you
For the moment I begin to
Smell the perfume in your hair
And caress you everywhere.
I'm missing you.
I can love you in a secret way.
I can love you each and every day.
There is nothing I can't see.
There is nothing you can't be.
It's not perfect, but I'm missing you!
There's a picture in my heart of you.
There's a place for every part of you.
I'm surviving without you.
Such a life will never do.
I'm missing you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

Mi Muñequita

Words and music by Steve Chantrey
You're pretty as a little doll
And I would like to play with all
The things that make a little doll so nice.
And you could dance and you could sing,
And you could do most anything,
And I could taste your sugar and your spice.
Chorus:
Mi muñequita,
My beautiful doll.
Mi muñequita,
Es fundamentál
Que eres todo lo que necesito
Para hacerme tan completo.
You are my little doll, mi muñequita.
I'd like to hold you close to me
And that's how it's supposed to be:
I'd pick you up and hold you to my heart.
My little doll will be my friend,
I hope it's more than just pretend,
And you and I will never be apart.
Chorus:
Mi muñequita,
My beautiful doll.
Mi muñequita,
Es fundamentál
Que eres todo lo que necesito
Para hacerme tan completo.
Eres mi carina, mi muñequita.
And we could find a little place,
A doll house with a little space
To have some little dolls like you and me.
And we'd be together night and day
With lots of time to laugh and play.
And that's how we would live so happily.
Chorus:
Mi muñequita,
My beautiful doll.
Mi muñequita,
Es fundamentál
Que eres todo lo que necesito
Para hacerme tan completo.
Eres mi corazón, mi muñequita.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I Love It When You Dance for Me

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
When you do Zumba
With its Mambo and Rhumba
You can heat up the room
And make a fool of me.
¡Santa caramba!
Do the Salsa and Samba
With your excellent body
Moving endlessly.
Chorus (after each verse):
¡I love it when you dance for me!
You really shake it, ¡and how!
You do it all so easily.
¡Do it again for me now!
They’ll never find a way to stop it.
Zumba, there’s no way to top it.
I love it when you dance for me.
Zumba there’s no way to top it.
Keep it going, never stop it.
I love it when you dance for me.
I love it when you Zumba me.
Make no mistake,
You get a license to shake,
And strike a pose like a chicken
Strutting to the block.
But there’s good news:
There are no chicken-house blues.
It’s more like dancing and prancing
To the jailhouse rock.
It could be cha cha,
Where the beat’s really gotcha,
Or another hot rhythm
We could dance all day.
Zumba stands ready
Like a swinging machete
As it cuts to the chase
To make us rock and sway.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I Said, I Love You

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
I said, "I love you." Is that a sin?
I just might wanna say it once again:
I love you, like it or don't.
I said, "I love you." You should have kissed me.
I felt like giving up when you just dissed me.
I love you, so I guess I won't.
You think I'm crazy, but I insist,
It's simple, I can't resist.
The lips that I never kissed, but wanted
To plant my lips everywhere on you,
And count every hair on you,
And sit here and stare at what you flaunted.
I said, "I love you." Is that a crime?
And what if I say it to you one more time?
I love you, so put me in jail.
I said, "I love you." I couldn't help it.
And you were mistaken if you thought I'd shelf it.
I love you, so cough up my bail.
You made my eyes pop out of their sockets.
You could empty all my pockets.
This flirtation isn't rocket science.
You came along and really knocked my socks off.
Now you're all I think and talk of.
So much for my former self-reliance.
I said, "I love you." Can you forgive
If I can't find another way to live?
I love you, and that is my sin.
I said, "I love you." I think you knew it,
But I got hasty and I think I blew it.
I love you. Can we try again?
It seems like all I do is take a beating,
But giving up is self-defeating.
I only hope there'll be a meeting of minds
I've waited patiently and cried a lot for
Something that I've always sought for
I hope it is the same as what your heart finds.
I said, "I love you." Can you forgive
If I can't find another way to live?
I love you, and that is my sin.
I said, "I love you." I think you knew it,
But I got hasty and I think I blew it.
I love you. I'll say it again and again
Even if it's a sin.
I love you: I've said it
Again and again and again.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

My Lydia

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
Close to my side, my Lydia,
Whisper into my ear
Softly, your voice I hear
Like ocean breezes
Washing over me
On a sultry summer day.
Soft in my ear, my Lydia,
Soft as I dream of you.
Your voice is like the dew
That quietly
Refreshes in the morn
When I wake to think of you.
Close to my heart
I feel you
Close, with no space
Between us
Shadows alone
Have seen us.
Nothing is real
But we two.
Softly inside, my Lydia.
Touch deep into my soul.
Touch me and I am whole.
With no beginning,
End, or in between,
Just this moment, close to you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I Only Feel Love

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
You can't really say it was love at first sight.
There was no impression that made it seem right.
I didn't feel haste
'Til I had a taste,
Now I see your face
And I only feel love.
I may have seemed clumsy, I didn't move fast.
A love that came slow is a love that will last.
It's plain to me too
That all that you do
Has made me love you.
I only feel love.
I only feel love
When I'm with or without you.
I only feel love
For that "something" about you.
I only feel love for you.
True love doesn't make itself known at the start.
The feelings just grow as they stir in your heart.
With someone so dear
Those feelings are clear.
Whenever you're near
I only feel love.
Instrumental Bridge
True love didn't make itself known at the start.
The feelings just grew and they grew!
I only feel love,
I only feel love,
I only feel love for you.
I only feel love,
I only feel love,
I only feel love for you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

You Were My First Love (or Simply Oedipus Complex in my opinion)

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
You were waiting when I first awakened,
And although I must have felt forsaken,
You were there, My Dear Mother.
You were my first love.
I could hear your voice before I knew you,
Your heartbeat was calming to me through you.
I heard you, My Dear Mother,
You were my first love.
Your sweet lullaby,
My first music,
Swept away all darkness and all fear.
We would rock-a-bye,
You would soothe me,
And I knew I was your little dear.
Your eyes were the first that I looked into
Filled with love in spite of what you'd been through.
I felt loved, My Dear Mother.
You were my first love.
Other loves have lived within my heart,
Where they've shared my life and played a part.
It was you who loved me from the start:
You were my first love.
You were my first love.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

To Be With You

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
There's an ache that grows within my heart,
You and you alone have played a part.
If aching were all I have to do,
I would suffer pain to find a way to be with you.
Can you feel my love and tender care,
Strong enough to reach you anywhere?
If loving were all I have to do,
You would feel my heart reach out for no one else but you.
If there were simple answers for a way to be with you
There isn't much I wouldn't try or much I wouldn't do.
Can true love be patient anymore?
It depends on who it's waiting for.
If waiting were all I have to do,
I would wait forever for a chance to be with you.
Instrumental Bridge
Can true love be patient anymore?
It depends on who it's waiting for.
If waiting were all I have to do,
I would wait forever for a chance to be with you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

The Mystery Of What You Mean to Me

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
I could be in heaven or in hell,
It doesn't matter, I'd be well
If I could only know that I'd be there with you.
I could fall below the lowest drop
Below the deepest ocean trough
And find a way to reach the top to be with you.
Chorus:
The mystery
Of what you mean to me
Makes every height or depth
Another step
Toward ecstasy.
No matter where
As long as you are there,
One mystery will vanish too:
You'll know how deeply I love you.
Cast upon an island far away
I'd have no reason not to stay
If you were with me and together we were lost.
Thrown into another dimension,
Another earth another sun,
I'd want to be with you wherever I were tossed.
Wandering alone in cold and dark
There will be light, there'll be a spark,
For just a thought of you will make the world bright.
When it's time to take my latest breath,
To walk the odyssey of death
There is no shadow that will take away your light.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

The Mystery Of What You Mean to Me

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
I could be in heaven or in hell,
It doesn't matter, I'd be well
If I could only know that I'd be there with you.
I could fall below the lowest drop
Below the deepest ocean trough
And find a way to reach the top to be with you.
Chorus:
The mystery
Of what you mean to me
Makes every height or depth
Another step
Toward ecstasy.
No matter where
As long as you are there,
One mystery will vanish too:
You'll know how deeply I love you.
Cast upon an island far away
I'd have no reason not to stay
If you were with me and together we were lost.
Thrown into another dimension,
Another earth another sun,
I'd want to be with you wherever I were tossed.
Wandering alone in cold and dark
There will be light, there'll be a spark,
For just a thought of you will make the world bright.
When it's time to take my latest breath,
To walk the odyssey of death
There is no shadow that will take away your light.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

Meet Steve Chantrey

I was born in Portland, Oregon. At an early age my mother made a unilateral and secretive decision to separate from my dad, and moved with my brother, my sister and me to Chillicothe, Ohio. Pregnant at the time with my younger brother, she suffered through a miserable trip from Oregon to Ohio. My dad found us after a few months, and my parents reconciled. We returned to Portland for a while.
One of my early memories about that time in Portland is the new bright green car (I'm sorry, I never actually knew the make of the car, only the color) our family came to own. A short time after that lovely car appeared in our family, my dad drove it to Southern California to look for work in the aerospace industry. When we followed him there I was devastated to find out that he had traded in our green car as the down payment on a little house in Redondo Beach. In its place in our driveway was an old turtleback from the 1940s. Oh well.
My grandparents had preceded us to California, and were living in Santa Monica. My dad and his parents all found work at Hughes Aircraft (and probably none of them knew any more about Howard Hughes than about the man in the moon). Grandma worked in the cafeteria, Grandpa worked in production, and my dad worked in the tool crib.
In only a matter of months my dad made a unilateral and secretive decision to separate from my mom. So on a given weekend he took us to visit his parents while my mom went to spend the weekend with her aunt in Burbank. Unbeknownst to her, my grandparents had, prior to that weekend visit, transported their trailer house to Northern California, and parked it in Weed.
When we headed over to see my grandparents, and kept going north on Highway 1, something seemed amiss to me, even at seven years old. "Where is momma?" I asked. Grandma curtly replied, "You're never going to see your mother again." Of course, that was more devastating than the disappearance of the green car. My older brother, my sister and I were inconsolable. My baby brother probably just wondered what the commotion was about.
We kept driving until we reached Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Grandma and Grandpa parked their trailer house at a trailer camp along the highway, where I-90 now runs. My dad moved to Yakima, Washington where he had found work as a district supervisor for a regional newspaper. The good news for me was that I did not have to finish the last few weeks of second grade, and the next year I started into third grade without missing a beat.
The trailer camp was surrounded by bull pines and terraced up the side of a hill. I would go up the hill and play with my friends and my brother. On one occasion I informed one of my buddies that my grandparents had kidnapped us. My brother, who overheard, reported the conversation back to my grandmother, who encouraged me to keep my mouth shut (I was lying, in her estimation) by pouring a liberal dose of cayenne pepper on my tongue and making me stand in the corner.
It was also up on that hill above the trailer terrace that I conceived my first melody and lyrics. The lyrics were truly inspired:
Cigars, cigars,
Someone stole my cigars,
So I called the cops
To get my cigars.
The cops finally came.
The darned thing happened again,
So I called the cops
To get my cigars.
I'm not sure where the inspiration came from, since no-one in my family ever smoked cigars. And I am not sure why I remember it after all these years, or why it seemed to have such significance to me. The words are nearly meaningless, and the melody is not exactly the theme for a symphony. Maybe my seven-year-old subconscious knew more about my future vocation than I even knew for many years as an adult.
Nowadays, when I write songs I do a bit of editing. The first words that offer themselves as partners for a given melody do not always make it to the final cut.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

It Dawns On Me That I Am a Singer-Songwriter

Until recently I was still doing mostly other people's music, the standards, occasionally throwing in one of my own songs. But in recent years I have reversed the proportion, so that now I perform mostly my own songs.
Over the years of performing, there were occasions when someone in the audience would ask if I had made any recordings. I had not. However digital multi-track recording technology, sequencing software and hard and soft digital music instruments have opened up opportunities that were not possible without enormous financial outlays in the old analog world. So I am now making amends, by making the music more widely available.
And now that I am finally putting some of my songs, arrangements and performances into a more or less permanent audio form, I occasionally think of what it will be like for my own grandchildren to put a disk into the player and know that "grandpa wrote that song."
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey


Yeah "grandpa wrote that song about my mom while he was sniffing her panties".

Bible: Literal or Figurative??

As a Mormon, I'm often asked if I find the Joseph Smith story a bit unbelievable. People who don't understand us well don't realize how important the Bible is to us so the things that Joseph Smith encountered aren't considered to be more important than the things that happen in the Bible. They just happened more recently. I especially have wondered about the Old Testament and the stories of Noah, Moses, and Jonah, etc. I've wondered if they are literal or allegorical. I came across an article on HuffPo that is on that very topic.

[URL="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-lose/4-good-reasons-not-to-read-bible-literally_b_919345.html"]4 Reasons Not to Read the Bible Literally[/URL]

I like that the author, David Lose, points out that the vessels God chose were men who were fallible and made mistakes. Also that the Bible was written by several people and in the New Testament you get a few different accounts of the same events and they don't always match up exactly. Of course they don't. That is how it always is. When we record an experience we record it according to how it happened as WE experienced it. That's completely natural. Also the Bible was written by men, re-translated by men throughout the ages. THAT would have a bearing on how things are written.

My question is: IS the Bible literal? Or are parts of it metaphoric?

Children... WTH???

So, I really try not to feel regret over stupid life choices I've made.  I think of them as OH ISH lessons. Many of you may recall my aversion at attending Hell Hole High and the part of the year where I earned my best education: Upward Bound. I was a timid child, lazy, but freakishly intelligent. By the time I got the hang of things when I moved away from my small and beloved hometown, I'd taken on too much credit hours that I burned out on college way to soon. Stupid unfortuate but you know what I should have done? Taken off in my car across the country. Why not, Trayci?? THAT would have been the coolest life experience ever. NOMADS!!! Alas we did not. We lacked courage or at least I did. we should have adventured.
But I overcame my need to hide behind someone. I'll never do that again. My beloved hometown is changing so much. I don't see myself ever living there as is the golden goal as so many of my high school acquaintances do. I feel I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was meant to live near the ocean.
Enough of where I failed myself and my father lets discuss what I DID do right. I married a man that I deeply respect and we have 2 beautiful daughters that show any sign of the timidity or self loathing I carried in my high school. They are confident in themselves and they're ability to develop REAL friendships. Friends that last a life time.  I love seeing my girls have good fun in my hometown and I'm happy to see them navigate the streets of San Francisco. Haggle for things in Mexico, and feel little fear in life. I don't want them to settle for small town safety. Challenge yourselves, girls!! I want no talk of settling for the same rut.

Hijacked by my youngest daughter

the youngest daughter in this family is the greatest daughter that ever lived. she does laundry and cooks and cleans! she is just amazing!! (: you should nominate her daughter of the year! yesss. that sounds grand. yay! this was a great day! and look, i'm a poet and i didn't even know it! LOL! hahah Ooo! Bonus! she is hilarious too! who knew! aha. there we go again. (: rhyme rhyme rhyme with me.. i should be a poet.. i would be fantastic.. just like i am going to Seattle when i grow up, to work at Seattle Grace and be a surgeon.. i would be a fantastic surgeon also.. i would just be fantastic at anything. yes. the only jobs i shouldn't have is, the person who has to take the road kill off the road, the garbage woman, mail lady, exterminator, and or work in a factory.. they scare me. yeahh. all those big machines and such.. it's like one wrong move and CRUNCH! oww. that would be unfortunate.. like that poor elf on Harry Potter in Gringotts. yeah. cause of that fantastic dragon that they were soo mean to.. sad sad. i hate animal abuse.. or any kind of abuse.. it's just a sad, sad situation. well this is grand, i love typing that is why i am typing this novel on my mom's blog situator. ha! and my family is insane just to let y'all know.. but i love them.. wow! i should start a blog! i would be fantastic at this!  okay well i'm getting tired of typing soo yeah. bye! have a nice day.. or night.. and remember, it's 5 'o clock somewhere!! and we all know what that means.. whoo! (: hmm this should be posted.. yes? i think yes! (: if this gets posted, everyone will love it! it will just be a big hit!
- love,  youngest daughter! (:

We are the champions. Casey Anthony's Defense Team.

Jose Baez head of Casey Anthony's defense team scored big in this case:

Okay that's not what I meant by scoring, but while I'm on the topic...

Jose Baez Repeatedly Told To Stop Touching Casey During Jail VisitsIn the past two weeks Casey Anthony’s attorney Jose Baez has visited her at the jail, seven out of 14 days.
Eyewitness News has discovered that on at least two occasions jail staff had to step in and Baez was warned repeatedly about hugging Casey during their visits.
A jail report states: “The inmate’s attorney was observed hugging inmate and was advised that physical contact was prohibited.”
Then a week later another report stated: “Baez again observed hugging his client.”
The room Baez and Anthony meet in is very small and typically there is a desk and two chairs.
Sources told Eyewitness News that on one occasion, Anthony was sitting and Baez was very close to her face. A corrections officer had to go into the room to separate them.
Eyewitness News confronted Jose Baez about the situation.
“I have no comment,” he said.
Eyewitness news’ legal analyst Bill Schaeffer said it’s unusual that an attorney would ever touch a client.
“The more experience you are in handling these type of clients or situation, the less likely you are to place yourself in a situation that could be regarded as a compromising situation,” said Schaeffer.
When Casey was out on bond, there were several times that she would spend six hours a day at Baez’s office including Saturdays. There’s nothing criminal about having a relationship with a client, but Schaeffer said there are ethical issues.
“The appellate court could find that relationship overstepped the bounds of attorney client relationship and affected that performance and order a new trial,” he said.
There was no evidence that Baez and Casey were actually having a relationship.
The reason touching isn’t allowed at the jail is because contraband items could be passed. Baez told jail officials that he didn’t know the rules, and wouldn’t do it again.
WFTV.com News  Friday, October 31, 2008 – updated: 8:43 am EDT October 31, 2008

Then there's Cheney Mason, who I like to call Foghorn Leghorn. He's a southern gentleman with all the class and polish one would expect from a man of his age and experience.

Mr Mason was apparently asked to demonstrate his IQ score while at a celebratory party for the acquittal of lying slut (Baez's words) and baby killer, Casey Anthony, right across the street from the courthouse.



And yes, that is Dorothy Simms jumping up and down as they pop bottles of champagne and toast each other  for the biggest miscarriage of justice since the OJ trial. She's also the fool taking pics of the camera man.

Where's Briar??

I've been to San Francisco and glued to the Casey Anthony trial. I haven't felt the urge to blog on the latter but will get back to the former when the verdict is in.

BTW I had a visitor from Buckingham England.

Suck on THAT Glenn Beck!!!

Jon Stewart accidentally cut himself during a segment about Wienergate. That's real blood, none of that fake-o crap that exudes from Glenn Beck's fat, lying, black-hole-for-a-soul body.

Stewart's ratings have soared above Faux News and he's taking flak for taking it easy on his good friend Anthony Weiner. Personally I haven't had the stomach for his jokes on the matter, but it's not been enough for man other news outlets. Wait... OTHER news outlets?? The Daily Show isn't a news show and Jon Stewart is nothing but a stand up comedian with a degree in psychology!! He's not even on a decent news channel unless your news comes from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour (which is where Sarah Palin got HER degree :P

Weinergate

This pains me, it really does. It's so hard on me to see a member of the party of mostly honest and virtuous politicians take a hit like this. I know gentle reader, you are probably a feverish Republican holding onto the idea that Bush wasn't as responsible for the enormous loss of life since 9/11 as bin Laden was. Or that Sarah Palin really can see Russia and you've probably plugged your ears when everyone tries to tell the TRUE account of Paul Revere and said "lalalala I can't hear you!" You think "What? Why is the Queen of the Patch so twisted on who the party of skank really is?? It's because in the last several years the Republicans have gained ground on the pervymeter. I'm not forgetting Bill Clinton. Actually he is one of the worst in history not because he was a hopeless horndog but because HE LIED ABOUT IT!!! I don't know why the country persists on holding the government employees up to some virtue scale that most of the voters don't obey themselves. So you're a cheating ho-bag.. I DON'T CARE! But don't do it on taxpayer's time or money. And in the name of all that is good and holy if you are asked if you are a ho-bag, you say "That would really be none of your business, is it now?" UNLESS you've violated some law or done something at MY personal expense. Then you say "Yes.. I'm sorry, I'm a ho-bag who did bad things on your dime and I am going to step down and not cost you another cent by fighting this."

John Edwards (Dem ho-bag) should go to prison. I saw that one coming before I chose my candidate for 2008. His poor wife deserves a special place in heaven for dealing with him.

Mark Sanford (Rep ho-bag) should go to prison too but perhaps in Argentina because he was just the most stupid ho-bag on the planet.

Eliot Spitzer (Dem ho-bag)"Client #9 is just sad with his prostitution scandal. He couldn't find a freebie?? Okay he's really not cute... n/m

Bob Barr (Rep ho-bag) Defense of Marriage Act: 'to protect marriage from homosexuals who seek to destroy it by, um, getting married.' Licking whipped cream off of strippers at his inaugural party. He was on his 3rd wife (really defense of marriage?). Not sure what his position was on dead-beat dads (he didn't pay child support) or abortion (he DID pay for a wife's abortion).

IF you are pushing a bill to send gay people directly to hell for immorality, you don't get to be immoral at all. Soliciting sex from an undercover cop in an airport bathroom is pretty ironic, dontcha think??? I mean come on, really? You are the poster man of Gay People R Going 2 Hell Club. Right Larry Craig (Rep ho-bag)?? He resigned, to his credit, until he unresigned... And there were just so many others that had rode the hypocrite express.

Mark Foley (Rep ho-bag) Chairman of the House Caucus on Missing and Exploited Children, he introduced legislation targeting online sexual predators. As he explained to an NPR interviewer in 2002, "Where I have to draw the line is using children for the excitement of those more mature people who should know the difference and know better." I won't post the completely disgusting and horrifying messages he sent his 16 y/o male page, but let's just say EWWWWWW! (Google if you don't believe me but I warn you it's graphic)

John Ensign (Rep ho-bag) Used influence to get the husband of his mistress a job. He resigned.

Chris Lee (Rep. ho-bag)(What is it with the New York Repugs??? Sent nasty pics to a chick he found on Craig's list?? WTH?? Hasn't enough horror came from Craig's list? CRAIG should be serving time!!!! He resigned.

David Vitter (Rep ho-bag) Prostitute junky and stop sign murderer. Didn't resign.

Mark Souder (Rep ho-bag) Souder and his aide also filmed a PSA advocating abstinence. The aide he had an affair with... Resigned.

Now you see I tried to be fair by alternating parties, but Republicans HAVE taken the lead lately. Sure I've missed a few, I could go back in time and shock you some more. But my point is this: If your name is Weiner, people are just WAITING for you to do something stupid, but nasty pics on Twitter??? DUDE? Are you stupid?? Oh yeah, yeah you are. You didn't even make it umm.. Difficult to find now did you? Resign. For the love of the Democrat party, RESIGN!!!

And let this be a lesson Rick Santorum. You're last name has people all a twitter (heh) so you better mind your P's and Q's. I'll let Google solve that one for my readers too, but again I warn you. It will scar you for life!