Funny or Die: "Women's Reproductive Health Panel"

Women's Health Experts Speak Out from Judd Nelson

Lee Camp -- "They Weren't Using Them, Anyway"

Lee Camp/MoC: "...Nothing"

Judas Priest, Under God!

The sanctimonious, berobed pederastic fucknozzles of the Roman Church's hierarchy have entered the political fray once again with complaints about supplying birth-control to their employees.

At the same time, there are fresh reevelations about sexual abuse of children by religious folks in ANOTHER diocese, this one in Milwaukee.

But I haven't seen ANYBODY reply to the mackerel-snappers' intrusion into the birth-control debate in the way in which I would, which would be to say:

"You vile, foul, filthy fucking hypocrites.
"You DARE to rail and rage about contraception, which even 90 percent of your on confession regards as sane, and sensible, while in EVERY diocese in the focking COUNTRY, and in MOST of them around the world, you skeevy fuckers CANNOT keep your grasping paws out of little children's underclothes?
"Fuck off.
"You can rejoin the conversation when your fucking pope and half the fucking college of Cardinals, and most of the bishops are in jail for rape."

The RC Hierarchs--anyone above the level of parish priest--should be required to register as "agents of a foreign power," and parish priests ought to be required to file a DNA sample with their local constabularies.

How Do You Spell Charlatan"? M O R M O N

Richard Dawkins on Bill Maher's show a hundred or so THOUSAND hits ago.

"Money Can't Buy 'Happiness'" ~~ The CorpoR8 Beatitudes

They ask, disingenuously: Do you agree?
Frankly, no, I don't.

No matter how "happy" you think you are now, adding a Million Buck$ would improve things, significantly.
It would make my year, fer sher...

Does it EVER occur to "poor" folks that these "positive thinking" aphorisms & feel-good bromides were composed by the rich fuckers to persuade you poor suckers to be content--even grateful-- with the scraps, rags, and crumbs they leave us?

Monopoly!

Today is the 77th anniversary of the one of the most cynical game introduction of all time: the unveiling of the 'game' into the teeth of the Great Depression. They alleged at the time it was an "instructional" tool by which people could learn to understand 'capitalism.' Telling, ainit, the TITLE they chose? Since--in the 'final analysis,' as ol' Karl usta say, the ultimate, end-state of Capitalism is always exactly that: monopoly.

As my pal, Stephen Banks (aka, "Dirk Gently"), acutely observed:

"Life IS like a game of Monopoly.

"But not a game that starts at the beginning, where everyone starts with the same bankroll and the whole world is an open board, waiting for the cleverest and luckiest to make his fortune.

No, life starts in the last 20 minutes if the game, where one guy owns everything, and he lets all the losers slide in the rent a little or makes deals that slowly bleed them just to keep them in the game a little longer; after all, he will inevitably win, and he's the only one still having fun.

Imagine if every time you played, everyone started out with the same properties they had at the end of the last game - and if someone left, his kid took his place. After a while, you might not not want to play any more."

I mean, it's just a game. It wouldn't do to make it TOO life-like, would it?