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Thad Cochran, a man who probably has had sex with an animal more than once, is the Republican nominee for U.S. Senator from Mississippi.  It’s no surprise.  He’s the incumbent Senator and, in fact, he is a very long serving incumbent.

“My name is Thad Cochran. I fuck pigs.”

His opponent was a lunatic teabagger which, I suppose, is supposed to make us feel better. ‘See, there are sane Republicans, after all.’  The only problem with that is, there’s not.

Thad Cochran, while shmoozing with an audience last week and talking about how much he loves being a good old boy in Mississippi, told a heartwarming little story about how  much he used to love fucking animals on his cousins’ farm when he was a boy.  Do you think I’m making that up?  Listen to the tape.  If he wasn’t talking about having sex with animals – porking the pigs, shagging the sheep, and copulating with the cows – then he was talking about something else, but probably still inexcusable.  After all, it’s pretty hard to put a positive spin on “We used to do all sorts of despicable things with animals, if you know what I mean.”

The audience apparently did know what he meant. They chuckled.  After all, Thad protects them from unreasonable background checks when buying automatic weapons and fights to keep godless health care out of the state of Mississippi.  What’s a little pigfucking among friends?

So, this is your Republican party, Mississippi.  Pigfuckers.  The lot of them.

It will be an interesting election, testing whether there is, in fact, any level so low that Republicans won’t go.  Will Mississippians rise up in righteous revulsion and vote for Thad Cochran’s Democratic opponent?  Or willthey stand by their pigfucker?

I have been feuding with the Huffington  Post for several months now.  I’m sure the Huffington Post is completely unaware of that fact, but there it is.  It wasn’t because of all of their clickbait listicles and slide shows.  It wasn’t because of their obsession with celebrities and lust for scandal.  I enjoy a good scandal as much as the next guy.  I thought their obsession  with how stars were dressed, as if somebody rich and famous wasn’t allowed to go out  in shorts and a T-shirt, was a bit petty, but that wasn’t it.

Michelle Obama

No, they changed their sign in system somehow and I found it hard to establish a new account because they kept saying ‘somebody already has that name’  and I thought ‘yeah, that’s me, you assholes’ but I couldn’t get signed in they were impossible to contact and I got pissed off.

So, I searched around for other sources of news.  I like the Guardian, but life is more than politics.

Anyway, I’ve been getting most of my news lately via facebook, if it’s anything important, people will link to it or be talking about it and there’s no shortage of other sites.

I’ve gotten in the habit of scrolling through Yahoo News occasionally, like when looking for a topic for this blog, the articles are lined up one below the other, with just  enough of a blurb, it scans easily.   But, damn, their right wing bias is as bad as Fox News.

The headline, on an article from the Daily Caller, and I won’t link to the  article because it was so blindingly stupid, was “Michelle Obama Uses Racial Slur and Gets Away With It.”  O-ho,  I thought, they’ve finally found the legendary ‘whitey’ tape.  (I didn’t really think that)

Anyway, turns out she said something like “We’re trying to  keep the insurance companies from gypping people.”  So, the rest of  the article was devoted to  explaining why gypped is a racist term, as if all their teabagger base is suddenly real concerned with  etymology.

The story was not “Outcry from the Roma Community.”  In fact, the story didn’t cite, much less quote, anybody that was actually outraged.  Just the person at the Daily Caller who wrote the article.  Non story.

So, I guess she did get away with it.  HaHa!  Sucks to be you, Daily Caller and Yahoo News!

When someone posts a picture of a typewriter or an outhouse or a wringer with the caption “Share if you remember this,” it doesn’t appeal to me at all because what they are essentially saying is “share if you are over 50 years old or so” and it seems rather pointless to me.  If they are data gathering, they should already have that info from your profile.  If it’s sincerely a bunch of senior citizens who just want to cybernetically connect and reminisce…well, I’m not terribly interested in that, either.

Whenever somebody says “Share if you agree” or “Share if you like x” it’s the same as the old “Honk if you…” which, as far as I know, never changed the level of honking significantly anywhere over an extended period of time, so it was always kind of pointless and sad and yet it’s been updated.  And it’s a good thing that all the “honk if you…” bumper stickers were generally ignored, because otherwise the sound of traffic would have been a non-stop cacaphony of blaring horns, the whole world become Manhattan, like the vuvuzelas at the African world cup four years back.

I also ignore those “Share if you agree…” type posts, almost always, even when I agree.

Maybe I’m being a slacker.  I’ve got lots of friends who are big on one cause or another and posting stuff, some of which might deserve to be shared.  Lots of friends are big on gay rights, and even more on feminist issues.  I get several requests a day to sign petitions in support of legalized marijuana.  I support legal marijuana.  Wholeheartedly.  I’m stoned right now.  But you could spend your whole life signing petitions, if you got into it.  I’ve got a handful of passionate anti-Monsanto people, and people telling me I shouldn’t eat at McDonald’s.

There was one post I got today: ‘Watch this video and you’ll never eat McDonald’s french fries again.’  I replied “Well, I guess I’d better not watch the video, then.”  Because I like McDonald’s fries.

It was a lovely day, a perfect summer day, nice and cloudy and cool, just the way I like it.  So, we went for a bike ride.

The kids were not terribly enthusiastic about it, but off we went.  There’s a borrow-a-bike program in Prague, so I pick one up at the stand in front of the Metro Station.  Helena and the kids have their own.  I love this neighborhood.  That’s such a cool thing to have.

Anyway, from there it’s straight into the wild, the narrow path in the tall grass.  Then around the putting green, under Libensky Most, past the used car lots, past that weird yard with the sports statues, past the boat club and the garden allotments, and there, on the right, were some luxury apartments going up I’d never seen yet but just haven’t been that way in 3 or 4 months maybe but there they are, built up to the top floor, not surfaced yet but a couple months and they’ll be for sale, across the dam, left and straight on, with the river on the left now, past the playground, and Sam was keeping the lead and Isabel being very competitive, but he kept surging ahead.

We stopped for a hot-dog up where they were having a kayaking competition, we arrived just as it was ending and just as well, it was so thick with people it was hard to get through with bikes.

Last summer, that’s about as far as we got before we turned back for home, but the kids both still seemed good to go.  We continued on, past Troy Castle and along the lower end of the zoo, that’s a way you don’t usually see it, and then…that’s about where the kids started to get whiny, they didn’t seem to grasp this concept of just going without a direct object.  “Where are we going, where are we going?”

For my part, it was beautiful.  At that point, you are out of the city, although you might technically still be in Prague.  You don’t exactly have the path to yourself, there’s still a steady stream of bicyclist and skaters, but traffic is considerably lower, and you can proceed at a free and easy pace.  Across the wide, slow moving river there are bluffs.  On our right, trees, mostly, with an occasional cafe.  After a couple kilometers, we relented, stopped for some ice cream and then came home.

Helena suggested we leave the kids home next time and take it a bit further.  I like that idea.

In the end, I’m impressed that the kids made it as far as we did, even with the whining, which happens anyway, even if they get what they didn’t want for dinner.

My legs were sore, and they have smaller legs, and smaller bikes.

I was  just watching a documentary about  the 7th planet, and they  were being very circumspect  in  their pronounciation, with a short and de-emphasized second syllable, instead of speaking it’s true name loud and proud back  when we were  young.  Very British.  Uranus.  It sounds like urinous.

Meteor Striking Uranus

I couldn’t help but hearing the old, traditional pronunciation  in my head, as they  spoke about a giant meteor  plunging into Uranus, and  how Uranus was on it’s side, and there was actually one guy  twirling his finger and saying “Imagine Uranus is there.”  They said urinous.  I heard your  anus.

Uranus,  Uranus, Uranus, Uranus, let’s call the whole thing off.

Its an oldie but a goodie.  If  they…who are they?  NASA, I guess.  Scientists and stuff.  Jimmie Fallon’s audience.   Doesn’t matter….if they can declare Pluto to be a non-planet, they can just arbitrarily  rename this  thing, call  it Planet 7, or Big Blue, or Tatooine, or Fred, or Marilyn, put it  up to a public poll.  Why not?  Is there a local populace that’s going to be offended.

My guess is that most people would vote to keep it the way it is.  Even  when actors and scientists speaking from a script pronounce it incorrectly deliberately, it’s still funny.

Some perverts, of course, would vote to change it to Planet Fuckface, or Planet Dipshit, or  worse.

Could be fun.