Read all about it Courtney Love is in trouble again. Oh my god magnum, I don't believe it. Yet she brings us to the forefront of this whole drug war thing again. She's been arrested, sent for treatment, arrested, court-ordered for this, that, and the other. Nothing stops her. And she is not unique, she just has more money to blow--er, inject-- whatever she wants, really. But she's still an icon for all drug addicts. She may not be whoring herself for her fix (yet?), but she's the same. Nothing will stop these addicts and a huge amount of our physical (courts), financial (treatment centers, hospitals), and human (police, doctors, nurses) are dedicated to the havoc they cause. Why not just give addicts all the dope they want. They'll hit bottom faster, nobody will arrest them and force them into treatment they think they want but really aren't ready for, and they'll probably cause less damage. Or they'll kill themselves, which is probably what they're really trying to do. As long as we lace the dope with birth control, I think this is the best solution.

Read all about it The last time I went to SF, all the stores I visited had to scrub their storefront streets of human urine just to open. You took your life in your hands to cross the street. The food was bad. Yes, the restaurants I visited served very sub-par food and it was, of course, outrageously over-priced. With the famous SF cuisine now mediocre in many places, the assault of urine on the olfactory senses everywhere you go (both from the sidewalk and the bums paid to remain in SF), and the post-9/11 hotel and flight deals now gone, what reason does anyone have to go there? Couple all the physical drawbacks with the hideous politicized nature of everything they do--from not being able to call yourself your dog's "owner" to the article above which reports that the city of SF will not take a WWII aircraft carrier because of the military's current stance on gays--and you have every reason to visit San Diego just a Southwest plane ride south. With white sand beaches that do not smell, the Gaslamp district serving up hundreds of nightclubs and restaurants within walking distance of the trolley, a HUGE military base separating San Diego from Los Angeles, Sea World, the Wild Animal Park, open space, and much happier people (have you ever tried to hit on one of those SF earth mothers? Did your eyeballs survive?), you have a West Coast paradise truly worthly of your travel dollars.

Read all about it Michela thanks PT Cruiser for this one. We resume the long but ardent effort to keep this blog alive, through fires, floods, dog bites, and a miserable California August. So this story is about these cows that will get to eat Marijuana plants through the frigid Moscow winter. I can't think of a better way to keep the beef soft (those stoned heffers won't move a Moscow millimeter), the cows happy, and the pot supply in Los Angeles down. And you thought there was no war on drugs... It's a heffer two-fer for Ashcroft; keep the commie cows stoned and limiting the ever more dangerous flow of pot out of the great US of A. After all, you know how dangerous pot is...you know how many brawls you've seen between the stoners at baseball and football games. You can always spot them; they've got their mouths full of popcorn, a left fist full of cheetoes, and an empty right fist, and they're staring at both fists saying, "Dude, which one was I gonna peg the guy with again?"

- What century is this? What millennium? Who are these people who still write checks at the grocery store? - "Compact Car" parking spaces always far outnumber the normal spots. Hullo parking lot builders; my 3 series BMW doesn't fit in those damn things and the average car is a helluva lot bigger. Take out 2 spots per row, make the GD spots bigger, and ultimately, you'll create more parking because those Tahoes, trucks, Sequoias et al that must take up 2 spots will only take up one. Net net gain. Idiots! - Forwarding emails...my friends, delete my email address before you forward my email to 5,000 of your closest eFriends. The last thing I need is to get on some spam list. And when you send your idiotic garbage to me ("This was sent by angels! Forward to 7 people in 5 seconds and watch the miracle!") put me on your BCC list for the same reason. Better yet, leave me off altogether.

Read all about it It's utterly amusing that anyone would care that a Doonesbury comic strip used the word turd. I hear worse than that in the doorway into church... "Damn! I forgot my bible." I hear worse than that picking my niece up from preschool... "You fart head! That's MINE!" I hear worse than that in presidential proclamations.... "I did not have sexual relations with that woman." On any day of the week, I'd rather explain to a 5 year-old what "turd" is over "oral sex." Forget that, they use the word already. And, unfortunately, tweens now know what "oral sex" is, and use that already, too. Thanks Billy Blowjob!

Not only does he look like he was a babe in his prime youth, this Prime Minister calls it as he sees it and doesn't doublespeak like a typical pansy, vote whoring politician. Some highlights: "I remind you that terrorist attacks occurred before Iraq was on the radar screen, and those people who argue that this is really because of Iraq simply ignore those facts." Mr. Howard said the motivation was the same as that which prompted the October 2002 bombing of a nightclub in Bali, where 202 people died, including 88 Australians, which was before the March 2003 US-led invasion of Iraq. Here's a guy with Cajones. He's telling it like it is. 9/11 was before Iraq. Bali was before Iraq. The USS COLE was before Iraq. What I'm having trouble finding in the mamby pamby liberal media are his comments that the attacks are, purely, plainly, simply, due to the extremists' hatred of our free, non-Muslim way of life. He pointed out that Bin Laden's first condemnations of the nation of Australia were after Australia liberated East Timor from the hellish grip of those Muslim nazis. "Should Australia not have done that?" he says. Unfortunately, Prime Minister Howard, the pink ladies of the leftwing no-war-no-matter-what-pig-is-pulling-your-fingernails-off-one-by-one crowd would say, that's right, Prime Minister Howard, you should not have done that. Knowing a bit about the slaughters of East Timor, I doubt its residents feel the way the pink ladies feel. The pinko feminazi crowd signed a statement to Bush about not doing anything about the Taliban, and its oppression of women (never mind Billy Blowjob Clinton didn't do anything about them for 8 years, allowing terrorists to truly organize to the degree they are today). Then, when we did take out the Taliban, they signed something saying NO WAR. You can't win with the alfalfa snorting pink ladies; you just can't win.

Read all about it In-depth analysis on why the politicians' crackdown on over the counter crack (you know the one, cold medicine like Tylenol PM) are ridiculous, knee-jerk (fitting; they're created by jerks) reactions do nothing to help the crystal methamphetemine problem and everything to do with hindering the average person's rights.

I went to see the Tutankhamun exhibit at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, and if any place on earth has worse crowd management than Paris, it is Los Angeles. Here you have 130 unbelievably stunning artifacts from antiquity, and the way they laid them out was as you walked through the various rooms, the artifacts were on two sides of the room. So after you saw the Shabti statuette on this side, you had to battle your way to the scarab necklace on that side. Further, they placed the placards which told you what was what on only one side of the display case; that meant you had to also battle your way to the front of the display case to read what the item was and what its significance was to King Tut. I gave up after two hours of battling haggy old women ("Look Marvin, do you think that glass is thick enough? You know the Michaelangelo statue was destroyed by letting people get too close. Marvin? Do you think it's thick enough? MARVIN?") and snotty children, I finally resigned to read them upside down. Note to selves, LACMA, you could have sold 3x the tickets if you had properly managed the flow of people. But what do you expect from a city that designed and defends traffic flow on Santa Monica Blvd. Angelinos, you know what I'm talkin' bout!

Read all about it The fruit loops are out to scare us to death yet again; a democrat has sounded a "the chemicals are killing us! the chemicals are killing us!" alarm bell. They are citing the presence of flame retardants and plastics in umbilical cords as evidence of our poisoning. The final word by Ms. Slaughter, a Democrat (quelle surprise) after having her own blood tested for the presence of chemicals: "I have auto exhaust fumes, flame retardant chemicals, and in all, some 271 harmful substances pulsing through my veins. That's hardly the picture of health I had hoped for, but I've been living in an industrial society for over 70 years." I have big news for Ms. Slaughter; if she hadn't lived in an industrial society for 70 years, she would have lived to about 35. Maybe 40. Why doesn't Ms. Slaughter travel to Iberia, Nigeria, or other non-industrialized societies for a peak at what it's like not to have clean bottles for her babies, or flame resistant housing and bedding. Or let's send her back in time to see what it was like 200 years ago, without flame retardant and clean baby bottles. She likely would not have survived even ONE year, never mind 70 of them. At least then she'd be dead before she could open her big fat uneducated idiotic mouth and cause everyone who is now living to RECORD LEVELS OF LONGEVITY to pass laws to restrict the creation of clean baby bottles and flame resistant homes and threaten our lives, just as the eradication of asbestos is an undisputed cause of hundreds of deaths in the WTC second tower. Let's slaughter Slaughter before she slaughters US!

Read all about it When an unknown human container* can walk up to you and just blow your head off, or murder you, your boyfriend, and your son so he can rape your daughter, the world just doesn't seem like a place fit for real human beings to habitate. *The MWB definition of murderers who so lack a soul or consicience they cannot possibly be human beings as we define them.