Photo courtesy of The Fixin's Bar. See you all next week.

Hits it out of the park:

There was a time - barely two years ago, although it seems like a lifetime - when I used to read National Review as if it were a magazine of serious opinion. I didn’t agree with much of what was said there, but, you know, everyone has their own views, and it is important to consider what everyone thinks because everyone is special and Mr. Rogers even says. This was also a time when I believed that George W. Bush was probably not the worst President in US history, not even in the top 10. Sure, he wasn’t very bright, and he wasn’t very informed, and he didn’t really tell the truth very much, or ever, and he seemed pretty tight with some pretty creepy people, and I didn’t really agree with him on anything, but, you know, he’s a professional politician, and they’re all creeps anyway. And some people said that he was even worse than he seemed, but, well, you know how some people are. You had no trouble finding people screaming about black helicopters and Vince Foster’s murder and the End of the World during the Clinton years, and they, or people just like them, have probably been screaming since the beginning of time. I’ve logged enough time on public transportation to know that about 50% of the voting public can’t operate a stick of deodorant, let alone separate fact from fantasy, so let’s not get carried away over here. This was the political philosophy I concocted from some mixture of temperment and observation during the Clinton years, and, to tell the truth, it served me pretty well.

But now I am shrill. Why? Well, I have neither the time nor the Prozac I would need to slog through that depressing story again, but I can list a few basic tenets of the metaphysics which will lead you as far down your own road of shrillness as you dare.

The rest of the Tao of Poor here.

Bored? Have some fun at www.churchsigngenerator.com. You can make your own church signs, and even order them as refrigerator magnets.

The Fixin's Bar made this one:



And I made this



and this



Of course, these signs aren't nearly as funny as this one, which is real:

Geocentrism is back! And it's pissed!

Geocentrism II: Son of Geocentrism!

The Earth is not rotating...nor is it going around the sun.

The universe is not one ten trillionth the size we are told.

Today’s cosmology fulfills an anti-Bible religious plan disguised as "science".

The whole scheme from Copernicanism to Big Bangism is a factless lie.

Those lies have planted the Truth-killing virus of evolutionism

in every aspect of man’s "knowledge" about the Universe, the Earth, and Himself.

The site goes on to reveal how Tycho Brahe was poisoned by Kepler, NASA's secret agenda, and that Atheism is a "misnomer".

Of course the media's failure to pick up this story of how we've been lied to for 400 years reveals its hatred of the baby Jesus. But I know the truth now. I have freed myself from the depredations of Big Bangism.

In other news, "The Star Wars" is shown to be a tool of Satan. Satan is apparently only able to use such tools because God gave him an opposable thumb.

Log your predictions in the comment window.

Note: any "compromise" constitutes a victory--perhaps an even bigger victory--for the Rethugs than a winning vote on the rule change.

Via AmericaBlog. (Oh, also it's real--and from the Department of Defense website.)



Oh, and someone on that comment thread added this:

BTW, someone in our hood has this US Marine Corp bumpersticker on their all-american mini-van:

God's mission is to judge the terrorist; our mission is to arrange the meeting.

(And yes, that is Laura Bush, making a hasty departure the Dome of the Rock. "Despite the chaos at both sites, Mrs. Bush kept smiling and said little.")