Honey, Can You Mow the Lawn?


Now here’s something you don’t see every day.

Not just an enormous tornado near the small town of Three Hills, in the province of Alberta, Canada, but a man insouciantly mowing his lawn seemingly in the face of catastrophe. He had a chore to do, and he was gonna get it done. Cecilia Wessels snapped this photo of her husband Thesis, and later explained that the tornado was much further away than it seems in this image.



Kudos to you, Thesis! May your garden always flourish.


Like father, like son.

Take a look at these video: http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2013/10/ted-cruz-rafael-father-video-christian-tea-party.

In them, Rafael Cruz, who spawned Ted to ostensibly rule the world, spouts off on matters which, it must be said, prove nothing more than his grotesque avoidance of the truth.

His misreading of what our Founding Fathers truly believed in is so off-base as to sink a battleship.

His claims about Obama’s birth are regurgitated racist nonsense.

Rafael’s done pretty well for himself after being an immigrant from Cuba to Canada and then the USA.

Too bad his heart is as small as his brain.

He doesn’t want anyone else let into this country to have the same kind of opportunities.

Hasta la vista, pal.


Don’t let the door slam on your sorry buttinski on the way out.


While on the topic of idiotic and offensive references to the suffering of the Jews in the Holocaust, enter one young man still 31 years away from Lurching, but whose comment about this woman, who would have been nearly 84 had she not be exterminated in a concentration camp, are so patently stupid that I just can’t let them slide.

In other words, Justin Bieber, on tour in Europe where he is singing for his supper when he’s not running around threatening the paparazzi and pulling up his pants, paid a visit to the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. As millions have done before him, he signed the guest book.

“Truly inspiring to be able to come here,” he wrote. “Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.”

Okay, so you have to cut JB some slack because we already knew he is a 19-year-old spoiled, rich, egomaniacal object of affection for hordes of young girls crushing on puppy love.

But on the other hand, why should we cut anyone any slack for such unbelievable hubris?

Honestly, Anne Frank had better things to do with her time than moon over dopey cute boys with good hair. I sincerely doubt she would have been a belieber. Gee, I dunno, maybe the Nazis had something to do with that. Or maybe her smarts, good taste, selflessness, and spirit would have too.

She would have seen JB for what he is: A bratty little putz.

Or maybe she would have seen right through JB’s monumental ego. Signing a book that is an homage to one of the most courageous teens who ever lived and making it all about him is what rankles.

Over to you, Canada. He’s all yours!