On Pat Robertson

What a flaming douchebag. I mean it. I was listening to NPR the other morning as I was about to get off work and I heard a quote from Mr. Robertson:

"I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city,"

Robertson said on his daily television show broadcast from Virginia, "The 700 Club."

"And don't wonder why He hasn't helped you when problems begin, if they begin. I'm not saying they will, but if they do, just remember, you just voted God out of your city. And if that's the case, don't ask for His help because he might not be there," he said.

Are you fucking kidding me? Because a judge decided to strike down an arguement that by it's nature was trying to teach Creationism in a mask in public, state and federally funded schools, ALL the citizens of Dover have turned their backs on God?

The 1st Amendment to the Constitution of the Unites States of America specifically separates Church and State. We are not like Iran, a theocracy.

Wow. You have to love aboslutely demented individuals like Mr. Robertson and their ability to ride high on their horses and cast aspersions at the general public for rightfully wanting to keep "Intelligent Design" out of their schools.

This is why we have private schools. I endured 10 years of Theology classes and going to Mass and special religious ceremonies, because that's what my parents wanted: A good Catholic boy with a good education. Boy, must they be disappointed.

Anyway, I don't want to stray too far off. I just want to say that I hope that the next man in the White House can get off the God tip. Maybe he can only use God in one out of every four speeches. That's fair, right? I don't know if it will stop religious nuts like him from making outrageous statements like that, but it's got to help a little bit? Right? I hope so.

God bless you all.

MacFurious

Merry Christmas!

Good evening everyone!

Just dropping a quick line to say the aforementioned subject line to all my friends. I realized that it was 4 hours away from not being Christmas anymore and I felt it necessary to make this post.

Cheers to my friends and I hope you all got everything you've ever wanted.

Good day to you all!

I'm in an unusually jaunty mood today. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I haven't been feeling down, but I haven't been feeling particularly uplifted in a while. Maybe it's a lack of sleep. Hmm. Anyway, I am in a very good mood today. I ran a few errands, played some of my crack, and got a haircut. I have a ten hour night ahead of me. I don't understand the unusually good mood but I'm sure if anything can bring me down, it will be listening to the rejects, freaks, and morons that I call co-workers on the radio all night.

Nah, I think tonight they will all just make me laugh. =)

Now to throw some content in here besides this turning into diary-like post, please check out one of my favorite online comics because I thought today's post was very funny.

Alien Loves Predator

I will close with a quote from a famous man:

"History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of aggression is cheap."

Oh

Just a little something I picked up on the nature of security clearances:

"TOP SECRET: Applied to information or material the unauthorized disclosure of which reasonably could be expected to cause exceptionally grave damage to the national security.

In addition to the above, some classified information is so sensitive that even the extra protection measures applied to Top Secret information are not sufficient. This information is known as "Sensitive Compartmented Information" (SCI) or Special Access Programs (SAP), and one needs special "SCI Access" or SAP approval to be given access to this information."

Yep. Hehe, maybe this time I can find the aliens.

Oh yeah

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Now, on to my post:

I received a few job offers today since I reposted my resumes on Monster earlier the other day. Well, one's a sales position at a company I've blown off a couple of times. I mean, how good of a company could it be if every time I put my resume on the site they offer me an interview???

The other was interesting, but the position could be in Virginia, Colorado, or any of the other states it operates in. It's a well known company, but I don't want to post anything about it on here. All I'll say is that it if they ever decide to call me back (since I forwarded my resume to them yesterday afternoon) then I would have a brand spanking new security clearance investigation! If this one's a go, then I want all of you to make sure to say nice things to the agents that will be knocking on your doors asking what you know about me and if you think I am capable of holding a position that may have me being around information that is "highly sensitive to National Security".

That said, I'm off to listen to Opie and Anthony and apply to a few more jobs.

"Peace out." - Kip

Another day

It's a cold Wednesday morning. I actually managed to sleep a full 8 hours. During hours that normal people sleep. It's a little bit strange I must admit. Just wanted to throw an update up here today in keeping with my new policy on trying to be a regular blogger.

Hope everyone is well and their normal workdays are going by as stress-free as possible.

Rest in Peace

Just a link to the whole article about the life and the death of Mr. Richard Pryor.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051211/ap_on_en_mo/obit_pryor

That's all I've got for now. I loved his comedy to death when I was growing up.

for the 24 lovers

Jack Bauer: [holding a gun at Nina, who is lying on the floor] You don't have any more useful information, do you?
Nina Myers: [reaching slowly for a gun and speaking in a raspy voice] I do.
Jack Bauer: No, you don't. [shoots her three times, killing her]

Just a little something to hold me over as I eagerly anticipate my Tuesday screening of the first 8 hours of 24, season 4. :) Although nothing beats the Bauer - Chappelle scene of Season 3 so far. I won't post it, 'cause I don't want to ruin it. Screw Nina. She deserved it anyway.

Christmas

The holiday is fast approaching ladies and gents. For those of you that think my writing, ranting and raving is incredibly entertaining and for those of you that hate it with a passion and want me to stop; take a look at this wish list and get me something and I will strongly consider stopping/continuing.

Whichever you prefer. Remember, the higher priority items will get preferred treatment for me to stop/continue.

See ya!

Oh boy...

Shakira. Shakira Shakira Shakira.

Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll. She is sex(y). She is (the sin) Lust made into flesh. Just as simple as that.

If there were only one other woman that could ask me to do anything for her, it's Shakira. I'd eat glass out of her hands. I'd walk across burning coals for her. I am obsessed with her. Now don't get me wrong, I don't fall for just any half Columbian, half Egyptian belly dancer, singer, pianist, guitar player... but there's something about her.

Peace.

A Bagel and a hot shave (en Espanol)

So I was driving around with "The Currie" the other day around 545AM. I learned something new about Long Island while I was searching desperately for a bagel store. Bagel stores on the North Shore are f*cking slackers and they open at 6AM. Bagel stores on the South Shore are hardcore and open around 5-530AM.

This particular bagel store that I stopped to grab a bagel at (salt, toasted, with butter, for anyone that will ever need to get me breakfast food) also has a barber shop right next door. Maybe this is one of those "you have to be there" moments but damnit, I'm blogging it anyway: I look at the barber shop window and Currie points out that the OPEN sign is on. There is also a sign that says "Hot Shaves" and next to it "Se Habla Espanol". All I kept thinking about was: "Is it really any different to get a hot shave in Spanish?" and "Who needs a hot shave at 5AM?" and "Well, I guess it might be nice to have a toasted salt bagel with butter after my hot shave that I just concluded in Spanish."

These are things that vastly underemployed security guards think about at 6AM after a 10 hour shift when they are really exhausted.

I am such a dork. I will end this blog with a quote from two great men.

"Napoleon Dynamite: Stay home and eat all the freakin' chips, Kip.
Kip: Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter.
Napoleon Dynamite: Since when, Kip? You have the worst reflexes of all time. Kip: Try and hit me, Napoleon.
Napoleon Dynamite: What?
Kip: I said come down here and see what happens if you try and hit me. "

Peace out