Sunday, September 12, 2004

Queen of Mean

Shoot with the last entry. I attempted to type up an entry on my friend's sidekick. I only managed to confuse myself in the process and I gave up -- I was going to sign out but I inadvertently ... published the funny comments.

Looks like I was on something, eh?

Anyway, last Friday, I had the opportunity to visit the famed Helen Keller National Center in Long Island. It is a training center for deaf-blind people in different areas. I was impressed with the center and the location. The location was simply gorgeous -- it is located in one of wealthiest neighborhoods. I was amazed.

But why am I talking about Queen of Mean? Who is she? It is none other than Leona Helmsley. Most NYCers knew her as the owner of Helmsley Hotel. She is a millionaire, or maybe a billionaire. Many people despised her for her snappy comments. She found herself on the national scene about a decade ago when she was charged for tax evasion and jailed for a year, I believe. She uttered a famous line, "Only little people pay taxes."

And the most recent one brought her back on the spotlight after a gay man sued her for harassment. She drove him out of his job after having a great evaluation then found out that he's gay and pushed him out of managing the hotel. He won the case.

Anyway, back to the HKNC, I was surprised to see a wing of the building that was recently added thanks to the contribution of $1 million by ... the Queen of Mean. Probably a tax write-off. She donated $1 million to the agency and they named the wing of the building, "Harry and Leona Helmsley Conference Center".

I cannot describe how I felt about it. I grinned and grinned all day long. She donated money to an organization that helps people who cannot hear nor see what kind of Leona Helmsley is! Oh, gawd.

That was funny thought.

Thought you guys would like to know about this.

Later,

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Thursday, September 09, 2004

It Says Something About Pensacola, Really

I guess, having hurricanes hitting the state repeatedly to a point where something like this happened. I guess the hurricanes took their minds away. Check the fabulous article about self-defense. It says a lot about people who came from the town of Pensacola.

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Eat Your Heart Out

My thanks to McFly for this information -- here is a piece of your conservative shit!

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Day in the Life of Joe Middle-Class Republican
by John Gray

Joe gets up at 6:00am to prepare his morning coffee. He fills his pot full of good clean drinking water because some liberal fought for minimum water quality standards. He takes his daily medication with his first swallow of coffee. His medications are safe to take because some liberal fought to insure their safety and work as advertised.

All but $10.00 of his medications are paid for by his employers medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance, now Joe gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs this day. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat because some liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.

Joe takes his morning shower reaching for his shampoo; His bottle is properly labeled with every ingredient and the amount of its contents because some liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some tree hugging liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government subsidized ride to work; it saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees. You see, some liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.

Joe begins his work day; he has a good job with excellent pay, medicals benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe’s employer pays these standards because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union. If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.

It's noon time, Joe needs to make a Bank Deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the depression.

Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae underwritten Mortgage and his below market federal student loan because some stupid liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his life-time.

Joe is home from work, he plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive to dads; his car is among the safest in the world because some liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. He was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electric until some big government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification. (Those rural Republican’s would still be sitting in the dark)

He is happy to see his dad who is now retired. His dad lives on Social Security and his union pension because some liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to. After his visit with dad he gets back in his car for the ride home.

He turns on a radio talk show, the host’s keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. (He doesn’t tell Joe that his beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day) Joe agrees, “We don’t need those big government liberals ruining our lives; after all, I’m a self made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have”.

Good Riddance ... I think

Saw this somewhere before. I was glad to get rid of this. Chlms' father tends to call me this name each time we saw each other. One time, I was in the midst of a conversation with Chlms and her mother and suddenly, I was poked by Chlms' father. I'm like, "Do this again, you'll find yourself buried somewhere in the barren forest."

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Please join us in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community - The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Buttersworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.

The gravesite was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.

He was not considered a very `smart` cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart.

A Whiffle Bat, Please?

Saw this on a particular website and it amused me to no end. I thought I'd share this with y'all. Perhaps, Ben of Wham-Bam's roommate, Jesse would be excited and his tiny penis will erect after years of impotency? Perhaps so ...



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Wednesday, September 08, 2004

There, there and over there!

It is nice. No, it is not nice, really. At the same time, it is not nice and nice.

Two days ago, I was at The Phoenix with Benis. Yakked, yakked and yakked. Then the bartender interrupted our conversation. He slowly fingerspelled that a guy with a head shaved thought I was very hot. I was surprised and delighted. Then I asked the bartender where? He looked around then looked back at me and indicated that he left.

Oh, well.

Last night, one fuckin' ugly guy thinks he can have me. Of course, I boot him back to DC. LOL.

But from time to time, I am noticing that more and more people are starting to say nice things about the way I look.

In time, I'll be thin and Chris Kaftan will be like Chris Farley.

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