There comes a time in every man’s life where he has to just button down and write today’s blog.
Dinner has been consumed and the dishes are somewhat done. A picture of Wifey’s homemade spaghetti has been texted off to Junior who’s away at college dining on whatever what-cha-got casserole served up by one of five non-vegan cafeterias strategically placed on campus.
Excuse me a moment. I have an itch.
Okay, I’m back.
Juniorette is in the kitchen doing the rest of the dishes. We replaced her phone for her birthday last weekend with an iPhone 4s. Nearly a week later, and she’s decided to liven up a thankless task like washing dishes by putting Siri to the test.
If she should have the same issues I’ve had with Siri, one of them will start with the profanity in a matter of minutes.
A few hours ago when I was just about to dip the meat sauce on the noodles (there’s no dirty metaphor there), I had every intention to talk about that stupid ass film about the Muslims that the White House is scapegoating in favor of saving face for the terrorists. I was also going to talk about the picture I alluded to a few days ago which features the symbols of four different religions taking part in some activity which could be considered sacrilegious and blasphemous.
You see, even though that picture calls out the fact that no one died as a result of the picture being created and published, there are no Islamic symbols in it. Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, and Hinduism (I think) are featured.
It would seem the picture has a dual message in it.
The first message is that the Administration’s line about the film being the blame for the riots is pure and utter bullshit.
The second message is that adherents to the faiths represented in that picture are not prone to storm an embassy and kill people when their faith comes under attack in the entertainment industry or out here on the internet.
Of course, there’s a third message which could be portrayed though. That involves that the artist was afraid to offend Islam by including Muhammad in with the rest of the gang. Death threats have been made before for such crimes.
But like I said before, I was prepared to talk about those items a few hours ago. At this point, I’ve lost the gumption to do so. There comes a point when offering up commentary for all of the shenanigans which get drip fed to us ad nauseam (bitchin’ italicized Latin phrase) by the powers that be and their willing accomplices in the media which loses all of it’s fire for righteous indignation and replaces it with the miasma of sheer disappointment of what we’ve become.
As a result, I’m relegated to writing blogs which feature a song line as the title and a lead which begins with “There comes a time…..” The lead is subsequently followed by a translation of thoughts from my skull to my fingertips.
In other news, I’m opting to start RG III over Drew Brees this week over on the website that I only visit during football season. The Redskins are going up against the Bengals who have given up lots of yardage to QB’s this year. In addition, my opponent is “Anal Seepage”.
Now seriously people. In a game which pits Monkey’s & Footballs against Anal Seepage, who’s going to win?
Just for the record, no monkeys, footballs, or seeping anus’s will be harmed in this week’s showdown.
Just feelings.
