The song, called "Politics: Obama Is Here," was released earlier in the day and refers to the New York senator as an "irrelevant b***h." Ludacris, whose real name is Chris Bridges, also takes aim at John McCain in the song, saying the Arizona senator "don't belong in ANY chair unless he's paralyzed."
Edited to add: I may sound like a hypocrite because I don't exactly do much to elevate the discourse (*cough*NoCUNTryForOldMan*cough*), but I'm also not a celebrity ... or someone that anyone listens to/reads for that matter - so suck it.
You know the joy you get watching a child open Christmas presents (I don't since I haven't got any, but I'm sure it's joyful)? Well, you can also achieve that feeling by being able to expose someone to Old Gregg (who, turn, exposes them to his mangina) for the first time.
I am going to St. Augustine for my first vacation in eight years in just under two weeks. This is a good thing since stress is causing every other sentence out of my mouth to be "I want to punch [] in the face."
Maybe I'm the last one, but I hadn't seen the W. trailer yet. The Tatie sent it my way today. I'm not sure if I'll go see it simply because living through the reality of the last 8 years has been bad enough. Anyway, here you go:
Hopefully no one misses the point that I'm just highlighting some white stupidity... I went to the flea market this afternoon and took a few pictures of some of those typical old racist caricatures that you find on items in these kind of places (or in your great grandma's kitchen). The person who had this booth also had a case of Nazi memorabilia which I skipped over. I guess that's one for another day.
I went out to Mount Olivet to take pictures yesterday. I probably only spent about 15 minutes doing it, though, because it was just too fucking hot. I plan to get more in the fall when it's cooler, as well as a possible trip to Cave Hill Cemetery in Louisville.
It's a beautiful cemetery, and not particularly creepy except for one thing - the old funeral home. The door was wide open (as well as numerous busted windows, but I couldn't bring myself to go in with it just being Mal and myself. In spite of the humidity and the elements, I doubt it's structurally unsound. I had more concern of running across scary squatters. However, if I could add a couple more people to my excursion, I would like to go in and find the embalming room. Morbid, I know. It gets worse. I have this ridiculous notion that I want to get one of those little head rests - the ones they use during embalming - just to have. I found one on eBay not too long ago and begged mom to bid on it for me (I know it's ridiculous, but I don't know the first thing about eBay). She ignored my request. Anyway, I kind of want to go in on the off chance that I might find one in a cabinet. So if anyone's up for a little adventure, let me know and we'll do it next weekend.
There were a couple of close-up shots I got of curtained windows in the place. Take a look at them and tell me you don't feel like you're being watched!
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