What’s your fricking problem?
About The Author
BooMan
Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly. He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
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My problem? Having my cover blown. And the bodies aren’t all in the East River. There’s a few under my garage. I’ll admit to the rest just before the execution.
hey, stop killing people if you want to be left alone. What else can I say?
You know what they say.
Friends will help you move.
Real friends will help you move the bodies.
no real friends don’t ask what you’re moving as long as it doesn’t move.
I just read the smackdown. That sounded awfully personal, super. I hate writing “<snark>”. I want my words to stand on their own. But I do see why it may be necessary for some readers. I haven’t met you, and know you only through your writing, but I knew that you were snarking. I’m glad that there were plenty of people there to defend you, super.
If you’re talking about what I wrote then yes, it was awfully personal. I lost my cool that day and lashed out in Rub’s diary. I’m highly ashamed at the America that treats immigrants like animals. But worse than that, to think that it’s okay to be in the military and waste your life for a lie so long as you don’t get greedy and start asking for things like say…an education for your kids, or a doctor’s care, or even a decent goddamn job. This country is sick and I get sick watching it from time to time.
I wasn’t clear. I know you’re sick of the topic, but I meant the personal attack made yesterday on you. My post was intended to be supportive of you. Sorry to even bring it up again.
from Barnes & Nobles and the tiniest sections in the store were current events and history.
I forget how they sucked as a bookstore.
These pics need captions
Oh lordy. We’re doomed.
two of my favorite foods, look like they are at a funeral. Gates and Cheney appear tryptophan content leaving me to assume that Laura’s Crawford holiday bird was moist, maybe it was a Butterball. The body language is creepy though. Cheney and Gates seem all chummy and Pace and Rice are prepared for their own personal doom. I love Rueters because they label which one in the photos is the President, Lordy Lordy Lordy I wish I wasn’t so familiar with that face! I wish I needed to ask someone to point him out for me.
Giggle alert: Where Bush went wrong
is that I’m a Linux guy in a Windows world. * sigh *
You could be an Apple guy in an Orange world.
heh
No! Say it ain’t so!!
I hate to say it… But IMHO:
So very so. A guy with that kind of money already has accountants and lawyers to keep track of all of these things for him, and would likely have apprised him of any possible ethical or legal problems concerning those stock options.
Clammyc has been all over this sort of stuff. Perhaps he will put some of his insight into this as well.
My problem is that I’ve been recycling the same “jokes” for some time now. But at least I’ve avoided the hearbreak of psoraisis.
Henny Youngman made a career out of it. And Milton Berle made a career out of recycling other people’s jokes.
You’re in good company. 🙂
My TV is all f’ed up, the cable guy doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, the wireless network tech support sucks and my tv is still stuck on channel four(the local access channel, oh boy). Other than that life is just f’ing grand.
listen to this.
My problem is that, as I understand it, the US is going to hand over Saddam to Iraqi custody to be executed. I thought he was a prisoner of war. I believe it`s illegal to hand him over, especially for capital punishment. Saddam surely deserves a life in jail, along with his enablers in the US, who used him to their advantage for many years. Is this a way to silence him? Is it a way to make bush`s legacy count for something,[in his little bush mind]? Is it because, “he tried to kill my daddy”?
How immature & immoral is this going to get. Oh, & Cindy Sheehan was arrested again today. And look, Reid is not going to the funeral. And Brittany is getting married to Donald Frump. And,,an
Silly old Geneva Conventions.
Since you asked, I’d like a job were I’m not supervised at every level by idiots.
Gunshots, sirens, needy cats, nicotine patches, reflux, addiction, sleepless nights followed by early mornings locked in the cubicle and, of course, Sir Walter Raleigh. He was such a stupid git.
I have realized that I am the goddess of love but am having some difficulty convincing others of this fact. in other words, I’m a 30year old in a 55year old body.
Jealous cats, co-workers who argue over who has the better coffee-maker, living with a kitchen remodeling job that’s going on 12 years now, and two broken laptops. Oh, almost forgot: having a leader of the Free World who has the self-discipline and judgment of a 3 year old sitting in front of a bowl of chocolate candy.