Broken Truth, by Tim Grimm

Grammar question for Texas Dems.

Is "Ratfucking Republican" one word or two? Asking for a friend.

Update on my busted femur.

The surgery was Wednesday. Thursday, with help from a physical therapist and an occupational therapist, I was able to sit straight up at the edge of the bead and place both feet on the floor. Progress! Friday, I moved my bowels and, with help from the therapists, I was able to stand, pivot, and sit in a mobile recliner. Yesterday I was transported to a rehab facility where I will learn to walk again. It is a comfortable place. I have a private room, the food is home cooked, and today for the first time, I am out of bed and dressed in something other than a hospital johnny. I'll be watching my beloved Celtics take on the evil '76ers tonight. Foxtrot Delta Tango!

I am not home yet.

We had another snowstorm on Sunday into Monday. Snow policy in the condo association is that when the contractor plows a "breakthrough pass", we then go out, clean the cars and move them out to the street so he can then finish plowing. I cleaned off Susan's car, moved it and began walking back to do the same for my car, when my feet suddenly slid out from under me and I went ass over teakettle into the air, coming down HARD on my left hip. OMFG the pain!!! It hurt like Oedipus, (IYKYK). I managed to roll over and tried to get up, but my screaming hip said, "no fucking way, dude".
Fortunately, two of my neighbor ladies had just come out, saw my predicament and came to my aid. Marianne asked, "Should I call 911?" "Yes, please", I replied. Jenny went in to tell Susan, who had been taking a nap. Meanwhile other neighbors had come out to help. They had to spread sand around me so that the EMT's had enough traction to lift me onto the stretcher and into the bus. Eventually I was loaded into the bus and one of the EMT's put in an IV line and gave me an immediate dose of morphine. I had another dose on the way to the hospital. I was sent to X-ray the hip and my left wrist
The result is that the wrist is sprained and the femur is fractured just below the ball that goes into the socket of the pelvis. ER doc said, "You need surgery. The bad news is that we can't do it here, we don't have an orthopedic surgeon on staff. We have to send you to Springfield. The good news is that this is a fairly routine surgery, in fact, just the other day I sent a 100-year-old woman for the exact treatment." Unfortunately, there were no beds available, so I had to spend the night at BMC Franklin. The next day there were no beds until 8PM. I got into the room at 9 PM. It was touch and go all day waiting for an OR slot to open up.
At 5PM, I was told that I'd be going in. I answered all the preop questions, many times, signed the consent forms, met the surgical team and was taken into the OR. Once the gurney was in position and IV lines all hooked up, I heard the anesthesiologist say, "starting dilaudid."
The next thing I knew, I was in the recovery room. Once the nurses were satisfied that I was OK I was brought back up to my room. I am now the proud owner of a sis inch titanium rod holding my femur in place and a titanium screw holding the rod in place. It will be a few weeks before I can place full weight on that leg. Susan is plenty PO'd that we were sent out to move cars before the pavement was sanded. She's planning to write a "strongly worded letter. Me, I'll just be happy to be able to play my bass guitars again.

"When the people lead...

The leaders will follow."

The people are beginning to lead It's high time for the leaders to begin to follow.

Oh Cheeseball, by Melissa Carper

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The land of the Free and the Home of the Brave?????

Years ago, in a workplace I saw a poster with an eagle and a flag that said, "The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave".

I thought, "If we're so fucking Free, why did we enact the USA Patriot Act? If we're so fucking brave, why do we have to take our shoes off to board an airplane?"

Twenty years later and I am still waiting for an answer.

Miko Marks Goodnight America

TSF always lies, right?

Looking at his cognitive state, these days has me wondering whether he lied when he said that his "personal Vietnam" was avoiding STDs in the '60s. Maybe he didn't avoid them after all and we are witnessing his decline as a result of tertiary syphilis.

Festivus season is approaching

For those who don't understand, Festivus is a holiday invented on the sitcom, Seinfeld, by George Costanza's father in response to the excess of Christmas marketing. There are three elements to Festivus, the Festivus pole, a simple unadorned aluminum pole, feats of strength, and the airing of grievances.
I bring this up because I recently realized that the slobfather has been celebrating Festivus nonstop since Barak Obama made him the butt of a joke at the Correspondents' Dinner. Ever since, his life has been an unending airing of grievances.