From Kolchak:
We're back, and we hope you are the same.
With your kind indulgence, we thought we would start with some shameless pimping. Kolchak's alter ego can also be found these days at his MySpace page: www.myspace.com/billspangler. If you scroll down on his blog, you can find a short story, "Corsairs Of the Long Pavement, " for your dining and dancing pleasure. "Corsairs" is a pirate story...sort of.
In addition Spangler has a short story called "The Secret Citadel," in the first issue of Thrilling Tales, which is now available from the publisher, Adamant Entertainment. "Citadel" marks the return of Commando Cody, the classic character from the days of the Saturday movie serials. The issue also includes stories by Will Murray; Flint Dille and David Marconi; Van Allen Plexico; Aaron Rosenberg; C. Wayne Owens and James Lowder. The cover is by Mark Maddox. For more information, or to order, go to www.thrillingtales.net.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Pope Rat Reveals True Colors at Last
Associated Press via Yahoo:
Pope: Other Christians not true churches
Pope: Other Christians not true churches
LORENZAGO DI CADORE, Italy - Pope Benedict XVI reasserted the primacy of the Roman Catholic Church, approving a document released Tuesday that says other Christian communities are either defective or not true churches and Catholicism provides the only true path to salvation.
The statement brought swift criticism from Protestant leaders. "It makes us question whether we are indeed praying together for Christian unity," said the World Alliance of Reformed Churches, a fellowship of 75 million Protestants in more than 100 countries.
"It makes us question the seriousness with which the Roman Catholic Church takes its dialogues with the reformed family and other families of the church," the group said in a letter charging that the document took ecumenical dialogue back to the era before the Second Vatican Council.
It was the second time in a week that Benedict has corrected what he says are erroneous interpretations of the Second Vatican Council, the 1962-1965 meetings that modernized the church. On Saturday, Benedict revived the old Latin Mass — a move cheered by Catholic traditionalists but criticized by more liberal ones as a step backward from Vatican II.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Heck of a job, Steny! You too, Harry. Yep, heck of a job!


Glad to see choosing Steny and Harry to the Leadership got us the result we elected the Democrats to produce.
The term is Majority LEADER you twits. Look to Mitch McConnell for lessons on party discipline if you must. Grow some political stones or at least take a drink before a session for some false courage. Or get the hell out of the way for some people who will do what the people elected them to do.
Can't talk about impeachment, it's not proper; can't criticize anyone, they might get angry at us come the election; can't enforce a subpoena, the mean old Vice Prezzie might get mad at me.
Sad, pathetic wimps, one and all.
The Constitution is dead.
Long live the Empire.
Fucking bastards.
Labels:
Clueless in America,
millstones,
Politics,
The War,
There are no words,
WTF
Saturday, May 19, 2007
I'm A Believer!

Well, I have been smote. Falwell has reached out from beyond the grave. The day after my Falwell benediction, I was diagnosed with strep throat. Two days after that, the emergency room informed that I have severe bronchitis.
Isn't it SCARY, kids?
Labels:
Clueless in America,
Medicine,
millstones,
Personal stuff
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
He's Dead!

"[T]hrowing God out successfully with the help of the federal court system, throwing God out of the public square, out of the schools. The abortionists have got to bear some burden for this because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way -- all of them who have tried to secularize America -- I point the finger in their face and say "you helped this happen." Falwell on the 700 Club shortly after 9/11
You can still kiss my ass, you bigoted scum-sucking hypocrite. Hope you enjoy the hell out of hell!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
It's raining 300 men.
Just the treatment this piece of fascist warporn drivel needed.
Labels:
Comics,
Humor,
Movies,
Popular Culture
Monday, March 12, 2007
The Daily Blatt Now Banned in China!

I suspect it's really nothing we've done. Our sin is that we use a blog host (Blogger) which is probably being mass blocked.
Still, all in all a good example of how pervasively stupid and arbitrary the whole web censorship meme is.
Test your own site.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Poverty Gap in US Has Widened under Bush
People wonder why I get so angry about BushCo and its policies. These are real people living in real pain. Having grown up in circumstances similar to those described here, I can assure you that it wasn't because my Dad was lazy or didn't try' or that we were expendable. Neither are these folks.
Poverty deepens when the wealthy don't care. Poverty deepens when the super wealthy simply get greedy. No other explanation is possible.
Published on Tuesday, February 27, 2007 by the Independent / UK
by Andrew Gumbel
The number of Americans living in severe poverty has expanded dramatically under the Bush administration, with nearly 16 million people now living on an individual income of less than $5,000 (£2,500) a year or a family income of less than $10,000, according to an analysis of 2005 official census data.
The analysis, by the McClatchy group of newspapers, showed that the number of people living in extreme poverty had grown by 26 per cent since 2000. Poverty as a whole has worsened, too, but the number of severe poor is growing 56 per cent faster than the overall segment of the population characterised as poor - about 37 million people in all according to the census data. That represents more than 10 per cent of the US population, which recently surpassed the 300 million mark.
The widening of the income gap between haves and have-nots is nothing new in America - it has been going on steadily since the late 1970s. What is new, though, is the rapid increase in numbers at the bottom of the socio-economic pile. The numbers of severely poor have increased faster than any other segment of the population.
"That was the exact opposite of what we anticipated when we began," one of the McClatchy study's co-authors, Steven Woolf of Virginia Commonwealth University, said. "We're not seeing as much moderate poverty as a proportion of the population. What we're seeing is a dramatic growth of severe poverty."
The causes of the problem are no mystery to sociologists and political scientists. The share of national income going to corporate profits has far outstripped the share going to wages and salaries. Manufacturing jobs with benefits and union protection have vanished and been supplanted by low-wage, low-security service-sector work. The richest fifth of US households enjoys more than 50 per cent of the national income, while the poorest fifth gets by on an estimated 3.5 per cent.
The average after-tax income of the top 1 per cent is 63 times larger than the average for the bottom 20 per cent - both because the rich have grown richer and also because the poor have grown poorer; about 19 per cent poorer since the late 1970s. The middle class, too, has been squeezed ever tighter. Every income group except for the top 20 per cent has lost ground in the past 30 years, regardless of whether the economy has boomed or tanked.
These figures are rarely discussed in political forums in America in part because the economy has, in large part, ceased to be regarded as a political issue - John Edwards' "two Americas" theme in his presidential campaign being a rare exception - and because the right-wing think-tanks that have sprouted and thrived since the Reagan administration have done a good job of minimising the importance of the trends.
They have argued, in fact, that the poverty statistics are misleading because of the mobility of US society. A small number of left-wing think-tanks, such as the Economic Policy Institute, meanwhile, argue that the census figures are almost certainly lower than the real picture because many people living in extreme poverty do not answer census questionnaires.
United States poverty league: States with the most people in severe poverty
California 1.9m
Texas 1.6m
New York 1.2m
Florida 943,670
Illinois 681,786
Ohio 657,415
Pennsylvania 618,229
Michigan 576,428
Georgia 562,014
North Carolina 523,511
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Today's Spam Poem
Good day, MacAdams
That doctor offers her a bribe.
That farmer leaves her a couple of books.
That farmer rows a boat.
That farmer strikes him a heavy blow.
That flight attendant calls him a taxi.
That flight attendant finds the box empty.
That flight attendant kept the milk cold.
That flight attendant leaves the door open.
That flight attendant orders her a new hat.
That garbage man keeps the milk cold.
That garbage man lifts weights.
Your past records aren't a problem.
Furthermore, if you have owned your house
For at least 5 months,
You've already been approved.
Goodbye,
Saturnia antifermentative
That doctor offers her a bribe.
That farmer leaves her a couple of books.
That farmer rows a boat.
That farmer strikes him a heavy blow.
That flight attendant calls him a taxi.
That flight attendant finds the box empty.
That flight attendant kept the milk cold.
That flight attendant leaves the door open.
That flight attendant orders her a new hat.
That garbage man keeps the milk cold.
That garbage man lifts weights.
Your past records aren't a problem.
Furthermore, if you have owned your house
For at least 5 months,
You've already been approved.
Goodbye,
Saturnia antifermentative
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Anniversary!

For all my friends from the Penn State Science Fiction Society
38 years ago today we all met, and the universe (for this blogger anyway)
got a lot bigger and a lot brighter.
Thank you.
Happy Anniversary
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Haaappy Anniversary
Pour a cheerful toast and fill it
Happy Anniversary
But be careful you don't spill it
Happy Anniversary
Ooooo Happy Anniversary
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Ooooo Happy Anniversary
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got a lot bigger and a lot brighter.
Thank you.
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Haaappy Anniversary
Pour a cheerful toast and fill it
Happy Anniversary
But be careful you don't spill it
Happy Anniversary
Ooooo Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Haaappy Anniversary
Ooooo Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
Haaappy Anniversary
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Medieval Moment
Who would I be in MCD AD?
Seems about right....
Seems about right....
| The Monk You scored 21% Cardinal, 69% Monk, 47% Lady, and 27% Knight! |
| You live a peaceful, quiet life. Very little danger comes your way and you live a long time. You are wise and modest. You have little comfort, little food and have taken a vow of silence. But who needs chatter when just sitting in the cloister of your abbey with a good book makes you perfectly content. |
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The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test written by KnightlyKnave
Labels:
Humor,
Personal stuff,
Weirdness
Poem of the Day
Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Poem of the Day
Now Winter Nights Enlarge by Thomas Campion
Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well;
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.
Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well;
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.
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