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Did You Eat Like ME?

Posted by Daniel on December 28, 2007

Yes…I dance, too.

A Heavy Calorie Christmas

T’was the week after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.  😉

The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I had to taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).

I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The cakes and the pies, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”

As I dressed myself in my spouse’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt.

I said to myself, as I only can –
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a straight man!”

So, away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick.
I’ll only chew on a long celery stick.

I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore …
But isn’t that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

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One In A Billion

Posted by Daniel on December 26, 2007

The next time you hear a politician use the word ‘billion’ in a casual manner, think about whether you want the ‘politicians’ spending YOUR tax money.

A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising agency did a good job of putting that figure into some perspective in one of its releases.

A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959.
B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.
C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age.
D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet.
E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate our government is spending it.

While this thought is still fresh in our brain, let’s take a look at New Orleans It’s amazing what you can learn with some simple division . . .

Louisiana Senator, Mary Landrieu (D), is presently asking Congress for $250 BILLION to rebuild New Orleans. Interesting number, what does it mean?

A. Well, if you are one of 484,674 residents of New Orleans (every man, woman, child), you each get $516,528.
B. Or, if you have one of the 188,251 homes in New Orleans, your home gets $1,329,787.
C. Or, if you are a family of four, your family gets $2,066,012.

Washington, D.C .. HELLO!!! … Are all your calculators broken??

Tax his land,
Tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes are the rule.

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirts,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.

Tax his booze,
Tax his beers,
If he cries,
Tax his tears.

Tax his bills,
Tax his gas,
Tax his notes,
Tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.

If he hollers,
Tax him more,
Tax him until he’s good and sore.

Tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb,
‘Taxes drove me to my doom!’

And when he’s gone,
We won’t relax,
We’ll still be after the inheritance TAX!!

Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL License Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Perm it Tax
Gasoline Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax),
IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax),
Liquor Tax,
Luxury Tax,
Marriage License Tax,
Medicare Tax,
Property Tax,
Real Estate Tax,
Service charge taxes,
Social Security Tax,
Road Usage Tax (Truckers),
Sales Taxes,
Recreational Vehicle Tax,
School Tax,
State Income Tax,
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA),
Telephone Federal Excise Tax,
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fe e Tax,
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Tax,
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax,
Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax,
Telephone State and Local Tax,
Telephone Usage Charge Tax,
Utility Tax,
Vehicle License Registration Tax,
Vehicle Sales Tax,
Watercraft Registration Tax,
Well Permit Tax,
Workers Compensation Tax.

Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.

What happened?

Politicians.

Elections.

It has been projected that by November 2008 elections, the combined campaigns will have spent $1,000,000,000.00.

That’s ONE BILLION.

And I still have to press “1” for English.

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Buon Natale e Nuovo Anno Felice

Posted by Daniel on December 25, 2007

Buon Natale

A chi ama dormirema si aveglia sempre di buon umore,
A chi saluta ancora con un bacio,
A chi lavora molto e si diverte di più,
A chi va in fretta in auto ma non suona ai semafori,
A chi arriva in ritardo ma non cera scuse,
A chi spegne la televisione per fare due chiacchiere,
A chi è felice il doppio quando fa a metà,
A chi si alza presto per aiutare un amico,
A chi ha l’entusiasmo di un bambino e pensieri da uomo,
A chi vede nero solo quando è buio.
A chi non aspetta Natale per essere Migliore.

Buon Natale
Buon Natale, mezzi Natale allegro a voi
Buon Natale, a tutto nuovo anno felice e lotti di divertimento
Buon Natale può tutti i vostri desideri viene
Buon allineare Natale nei mezzi dell’Italia Natale allegro a voi
Lontano via attraverso il mare in Italia piena di sole ci è una città piccola quaint non che un orologio è stato ferito per durante un secolo
Non sanno che il tempo o l’anno ed il nessuno sembra preoccuparsi e questo è il motivo la stagione di Natale è celebrata tutto l’anno
Buon Natale, mezzi Natale allegro a voi
Buon Natale, a tutto nuovo anno felice e lotti che di divertimento
Buon Natale può tutti i vostri desideri viene
Buon allineare Natale nei mezzi dell’Italia Natale allegro a voi

Translation:
Buon Natale, means Merry Christmas to you
Buon Natale, to everyone
Happy New Year and lots of fun
Buon Natale may all your wishes come true
Buon Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you

Far away across the sea
In sunny Italy
There’s a quaint little town
Not a clock has been wound
For over a century

They don’t know the time or year
And no one seems to care
And this is the reason
The Christmas season
Is celebrated all year

Buon Natale, means Merry Christmas to you
Buon Natale, to everyone
Happy New Year and lots of fun
Buon Natale may all your wishes come true
Buon Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you

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This Vulgar Christmas Present

Posted by Daniel on December 24, 2007

Fucktards!!!For those of you out there bitching about the fact that you rarely (if ever) get a raise at work, or that you’re living paycheck to paycheck, or that you think the economy isn’t doing shit for your wallet…read the news below. Keep him in your prayers this Christmas/Holiday season, won’t you? After all, think of the horrible stress he must be in trying to juggle diversifying this into his stock portfolio and buying the perfect presents for his family at WalMart.

Goldman Sachs Chairman and CEO Lloyd Blankfein will take home nearly $68 million in restricted stock, options and cash, making it the largest bonus ever given to a Wall Street CEO.

(Note: this is on top of his regular annual salary.)

Blankfein was awarded $26.8 million in cash and $41.1 million in restricted stock and stock options, according to a company filing with the Securities and Exchange Commission issued Friday.

With this year’s bonus, Blankfein shatters the record he set a year ago, when he was awarded $54 million.

News reports had originally projected that Blankfein will take home as much as $70 million, after helping to lead the company through this summer’s market meltdown and the ongoing credit crisis.

Unlike some of its rivals, which have witnessed billions of dollars evaporate from their balance sheets, Goldman Sachs has proved unshakable. Just this week, the company reported better-than-expected fourth-quarter earnings, while peers like Morgan Stanley and Bear Stearns recorded steep losses.

As it stands right now, Blankfein will be among the few Wall Street CEOs to collect a bonus this year. After this week’s dismal results, Morgan Stanley Chairman and CEO John Mack and Bear Stearns chief James Cayne both announced they would forsake their 2007 bonuses.

While bonuses are common throughout corporate America, they are a far bigger part of overall compensation for all levels of employee pay on Wall Street than they are at a typical corporation.

Tom McMullen of the Hay Group, a human resources and management consultant, estimates that cash bonuses typically equal between 40 and 100 percent of base salary for top executives on Wall Street, while senior managers receive between 15 to 30 percent of base pay as bonus payments. Even entry-level employees might see 10 to 20 percent of their base pay in the form of a bonus.

This year was expected to be a difficult one for finance pros given the recent market turmoil and the ongoing credit crisis. Overall, financial firms were expected to cut bonuses up to 10 percent from a year ago, according to industry projections.

A year ago, bonuses on Wall Street reached a record $23.9 billion, averaging more than $136,000 per employee, according to the New York State Comptroller’s office.

Facing the biggest bonus squeeze were those individuals working in mortgage-related areas, with their bonuses declining by as much as 50 percent from a year ago, according to a report published last month by the compensation research firm Options Group.

Even though dealmaking has slowed considerably on Wall Street, investment bankers are still expected to enjoy a bump in their annual bonus from a year ago given the frenetic pace of merger-and-acquisition activity in the first half of 2007.

With so many banks underperforming, many financial firms were widely expected this bonus season to shift from cash to stock in an effort to compensate employees while retaining talent. Some firms have already said they would cap their cash compensation, including UBS, which announced a limit of $750,000 for its workers.

Goldman Sachs stock finished more than 3 percent higher in Friday trade.

So…still feeling sorry for yourself this Christmas?

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Tell Someone Who Cares – 12/22

Posted by Daniel on December 22, 2007

Ho…Ho..Haaafuckit!!!

Some letters to/from Santa that didn’t get mailed by Mrs. Claus…

Dear Santa:
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer.
Yer frend,
BiLLy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You’re on your way to a long career as a lawncare maintenance specialist. How about I bring you a damn book so your stupid ass can learn how to read and write? I’m giving your older brother the Space Ranger…at least HE can spell!!
Stop writing me,
Santa

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody.
Love,
Sarah

Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn’t they? Enjoy the gift of knowing you will be a future welfare mother.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I’ve written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. Pleeease, I really really want a fire truck this year!!!
Love you as much as fire trucks,
Joey

Dear Joey,
Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I’m gonna torch your house. You’ll have more fire trucks than you’ll know what to do with.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I don’t know if you can do this, but for Christmas I’d like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love,
Teddy

Dear Teddy,
What? And ruin that hot little affair your dads’ still having with the babysitter? He’s banging her like a screen door in a hurricane!! Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, Xbox 360, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love,
Francis

Dear Francis,
You’re a greedy little bastard with a terrible name. You’ll get nothing and like it!!!
Yours,
Santa

Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
I love you,
Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the reindeer fart in my face. You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a shot of tequila and some Toblerone.
Burrp!!
Santa

Dear Santa,
Do you really see us when we’re sleeping? Do you REALLY see us when we’re awake, like in the song??
Jessica

Dear Jessica,
Are you REALLY that gullible?!?! Good luck in whatever you do…mostly because I don’t REALLY give a shit WHAT you do!! I’m skipping your house!!
Santa

Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE.
Love,
Timmy

Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap don’t cut it up here. You’re getting a sweater again!!
Santa

Dear Santa,
We don’t have a chimney in our house. How do you get into our home on Christmas?
Love,
Marky

Mark,
First, stop calling yourself “Marky”, that’s why you’re getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you don’t live in a house, that’s a low-rent apartment complex you’re living in. Third, I get into your pad just like all the other burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams!
Santa

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Christmas Song Lyrics To Avoid

Posted by Daniel on December 21, 2007

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No. 1. “Frosty the Snowman,” especially the line “He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day.” Was Frosty’s nose a genetically modified carrot, is he a clone and just why is he a he and the pipe, that’s just wrong. My advice: this song is just so bad, leave it out.

No. 2. Lines such as “Make the yuletide gay” and “Don we now our gay apparel” may not fly in Bush’s America. Don’t perform in Washington or Texas.

No. 3. A panoply of problems in “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”: First of all, this business of “making a list, checking it twice” smacks of Pat Robertson’s attack on people with disabilities. “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake” (!). Well, that sort of surveillance is what happens when you contract out sensitive government medical files to big American companies. I suggest refraining from singing this ode to the “coalition of the willing” until after the next 2008 election.

No. 4. “May all your Christmas be white.” I recommend: “May all your holidays be gloriously enriched with the multicultural diverse tapestry (union made) we used to enjoy in America.”

No. 5. “God rest ye merry gentlemen.” Should have been changed when women became persons.

No. 6. In “Silent Night,” the phrase “round yon virgin” makes certain Americans, (like Larry Craig and Mark Foley), really squeamish. Instead, sing “Round yon well-raised young woman.”

No. 7. “Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose.” It is, of course, in poor taste to point out a difference or disability – doubly disconcerting if sung in Texas while Vice-President Cheney is driving.

No. 8. Difficulties accrue in “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” Here, the person known as “my true love” gave “nine ladies dancing” and “eight maids a-milking.” Combined with the general “ho, ho, ho” motif of the holidays, this trafficking in women is a moral powder keg. And later lyrics introduce “11 pipers safely piping,” an obvious drug reference. Leave out the eighth and ninth days, and you still have ten days of Christmas. Change the 11th day to “11 pipers safely piping.” If in the US of A leave this out. This will have you hauled in as a drug supported terrorist and shipped to Syria for reprogramming.

No. 9. “The first Noel, the angels did say / Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay.” Why “poor” shepherds? Why characterize their socioeconomic status at all? Couldn’t they be “hard-working shepherds”? And the song ends with “born is the king of Israel.” Steer clear of Middle East references in these testy times.

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Christmas Drama…What’s In Your Stocking?

Posted by Seth on December 20, 2007

Merry Fucking Christmas!Well, the debate is over. I’m going home for Christmas. It’s been a question in everyone’s head for a little while now. Up until the past couple days, the problem was I wanted to be in two places at once. I can’t very well do that unless I cut myself in half and either send my legs home or leave them here for the cats to lap up the Christmas blood. I can’t do that, I’m not done with my legs just yet.

Like I said, up until the past couple days, this was the only debate going on. About two days ago, I was on the phone with my brother and he said my mom was bawling her eyes out because I wasn’t going to be home. I’ll let you know a little about my relationship with my mom. She and I could be considered best friends. I’m her only child she can talk to about ANYTHING because I’m the only understanding one. I can talk to her about anything because, well…she’s my mom. Not only this and our twisted senses of humor, I adore my mom. She is everything to me. It broke her heart when I moved. She just wanted her baby home for Christmas.

This wasn’t a great factor in me going home, but it pushed me a little bit.

The major reason why I’m going home is for two reasons. One because after the first of the year I WILL find a freakin job! I may not have the time or money to go home any time soon. So, I figured I should take advantage of this while I can.

The second reason, to at least TRY and finalize things with my wife. Talk shit out, figure out a solution, or something! I’m tired of the stress and I’m tired of her being stressed too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be going home, and you think she would be to.

It was either drive 800 miles or risk flying at Christmas. Driving would cost at least $300 in gas alone! There ain’t no way in HELL I can do that! So, I chose to fly. It’s half the price. The cheapest flight I could get only allowed me to be home for a total of 4 days. My mom is happy she gets to see me and so isn’t the wife. The only problem is, it’s not long enough.

Why can’t I get a longer stay?

Why does it have to be so short?

We won’t get to spend time together!

Yes we will! Unless you keep bitching me out because you got what you wanted and it’s not good enough! I finally told her either take it or leave it because I can cancel the flight!

Anyway, this should be an interesting Christmas. It’s going to compare with last year. Last year we had split up a week before Christmas…on our 1st wedding anniversary. Yeah…Merry Fucking Christmas to THAT!

I’ll be back with word from the hills after Christmas. Have a great Holiday everyone and may it be full of fun, laughter, and less drama than what I’ve invited in my life.

Damn you Santa!!!

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Bringin’ Back An Old Classic…Well, Sort Of

Posted by Daniel on December 18, 2007

Yeah…That’s her!!!

HOW THE BITCH STOLE CHRISTMAS!

Every gay up in Westport liked Christmas a lot, but the Bitch,
who seldom stepped foot in the area, most certainly did not.
The Bitch hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why…no one quite knows the reason.

It could be her wig wasn’t pinned on just right.
Or, perhaps it was that her cheap Payless pumps were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that her pee-pee was 2 inches too small.

But whatever the reason, she stood there they said
Hating each faggot and every last lez.
Staring down from the stage, glitter dusted and gorgeous,
Her face looking flawless, her tits quite enormous.

For she knew every Westport gay, so tanned and buff
Was now primping and tweezing and bleaching and stuff.
“And they’re waxing their back hair!” she snarled with a sneer.
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”

Then she hissed, and just stood there looking quite stunning,
“I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”
For tomorrow the sodomites and carpet munchers
Will roll out of bed around 1:00 for their brunches.

They will walk hand in hand all over the place
Throwing their sick lifestyles in her gorgeous face.
And then they’d do something she liked least of all…
Every Westport gay with their shaved low-hanging balls.

In their “Cafe Press” t-shirts and their freedom rings
Every drunk little faggot actually sings.
They sing Barbara and Judy and Liza…its scary
Young ones sing Celine Dion and Mariah Carey.

Madonna, Erasure, so many choices
Warbled out in effeminate, weak little voices.
And the more the Bitch thought of those fags trying to sing,
The more the Bitch thought, “I must stop this thing!”

“Why for 40…23 years I’ve put up with it now!
I must stop this Christmas thing from coming…but how?”
Then she got an idea, an awful idea!
The Bitch got a wonderfully awful idea!

Their apartments were empty, no one was at home
Disowned by their families, they despise being alone.
To the gay bars they march to spend all their money
Fools who think Smirnoff is good and Belle Starr is funny.

The Bitch tried the door but it was locked tight.
Thank goodness she watched a repeat of CHARLIE’S ANGELS last night.
From her sassy new do she removed a hairpin
And picking the lock, she let herself in.

The place was atrocious, a postmodern bad dream
Filled with crap from Ikea, Pier 1 and Linen’s & Things.
With sad touches of retro: a new lava lamp
And a chrome vintage toaster, in short it was camp.

She slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant
Around the whole room and she took every present!!
Roller blades, work-out gear, bronzer and more.
Skimpy little slut shorts and tank tops galore.

Male grooming products, a hands free iPhone
Calvin Klein underwear and his stinky cologne.
An expensive l’Gea hair removal system
And so many drugs I can barely list them.

Acid and Crystal, Crank, Crack and Ice
Two 8balls of coke when one would suffice.

Poppers and Special K, plenty of X
And their stockings stuffed full of perverted gay sex.
Magazines, dirty books, all sorts of porn
Filthy smut movies by Kristen Bjorn.

Wet personal lubricant, dildos this long,
Tit clamps and assless chaps, a two-headed dong.
Butt plugs and anal beads, soon to be shoved
“Have pity on them, they just want to be loved!”

The Bitch laughed to herself as she filled up her bags
Taking everything dear to the tired Westport fags.
Once full, she twist-tied them and gave them the boot
And sent all the presents right down the trash shoot.

Then she slunk to the fridge, she ate the gay’s food!
She guzzled and gobbled and chowed down quite rude.
She ate wilted arugula, baked Brie and paté
Free range turkey, Kalimata olives and Crème brûlée,

Basmati rice with Maui onions and sun-dried tomatoes
Rustic tex-mex, sage-infused roasted new potatoes.
Chilean sea bass and pumpkin ravioli
The Bitch washed it down with a bottle of Stoli.

Then the Bitch went postal on the fag’s Christmas tree
Tearing it limb from limb, as wild as she could be.
Lights popped as she karate-chopped, spinning like a twister,
Till the tree looked like it had been decorated by Martha Stewart’s retarded sister.

The Bitch then smashed the gays’ most prized possession:
A pink triangle ornament…and then she smelled Obsession.
She turned around fast and saw a sleepy Gay
Little Sasha Jay Gay, who was 19 if he was a day.

The Bitch had been caught by this underage stud
Who could not go to bars yet and he resembled Paul Rudd.
Paul Rudd was in “Clueless” and “Object of My Affection”
He always gave the Bitch a tiny little erection.

He stared at the Bitch and said, “Oh God, Flo, why?”
“By the way, I’m half-blind, hung like a horse and Bi.”
The Bitch started sweating, she needed to think
Then she smiled at the boy and gave him a wink.

“Your friends felt so bad that you couldn’t have fun
That they bought you a hooker and I am the one!”
“Your Christmas present is me, you see
I have been hired to satisfy you…sexually.”

The Bitch thought the boy would run away
After all, this is Westport, where everyone’s Gay.
But not only did he not disappear
He was drooling and smiling from ear to ear.

He really is Bi! The Bitch thought in her head
“Come on whore!” said Sasha. “Let’s go to bed!”
“I’ve a better idea, you lock the door
And lets do it all night right here on the floor.

The boy wasn’t waxed or bleached or tan
And he fucked like only a 19 year old can.
They did it three times and then did it once more
And the Bitch finally felt like a hot little whore.

And what happened next? Well, in Westport they say
That the Bitch’s small penis grew five inches that day.
No longer a drag queen and quite butch in every way
The Bitch now loves all fags…including the “Gaiken”, Clay.

The End

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Huckabee Is Very/Assinine I Do See

Posted by Daniel on December 12, 2007

Huckabee Is A Major Ass Wipe!!!Republican presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee refused to retract a statement he made in 1992 calling for the isolation of AIDS patients.
Surging in the polls, former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee campaigns Saturday in Asheville, North Carolina.

Responding to an Associated Press questionnaire, Huckabee said steps should be taken to “isolate the carriers of this plague” during his failed run for a U.S. Senate seat from Arkansas 15 years ago.

He said he probably would not make the same statement today because of what is known about how HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, is transmitted.

“I had simply made the point — and I still believe this today — that in the late ’80s and early ’90s, when we didn’t know as much as we do now about AIDS, we were acting more out of political correctness than we were about the normal public health protocols that we would have acted,” Huckabee told Fox News on Sunday.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention concluded in 1985 that AIDS was not transmitted by casual contact. But Huckabee said at the time, “there were other concerns being voiced by public health officials.”

He disputed the characterization that he was calling for individuals infected with HIV to be quarantined.

“Now, would I say things a little differently in 2007? Probably so,” Huckabee told Fox News. “But I’m not going to recant or retract from the statement that I did make because, again, the point was not saying we ought to lock people up who have HIV/AIDS.”

Huckabee did not explain how individuals with HIV would have been isolated.

During his Senate run, Huckabee also told the AP in the questionnaire that he found homosexuality to be “an aberrant, unnatural and sinful lifestyle.”

Speaking Monday in Miami, Florida, Huckabee said he still stands by his earlier remarks on homosexuality.

“Let’s understand what sin means,” Huckabee said. “Sin means missing the mark. Missing the mark could mean missing the mark in any area. We’ve all missed the mark.”

The former Baptist minister said the “proper relationship” is one between a married man and woman having children.

“If we didn’t have that as the ideal, we wouldn’t have a civilization that was able to perpetuate,” he said. “So, rather than read into something incredibly out of line, just read into the fact that I believe that the ideal relationship is one-man, one-woman, pro-life.”

The former Arkansas governor has come under increased scrutiny since his rapid rise in the polls, particularly in Iowa, where a McClatchy-MSNBC poll conducted December 3-6 has him leading the GOP field with the support of 32 percent of likely caucus-goers.

Former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney, who had been leading in Iowa for months, was the second closest rival for the GOP presidential nomination, at 20 percent. The poll’s margin of error was plus or minus 5 percentage points.

Huckabee also has come under scrutiny for his role in the parole of a convicted rapist who later went on to rape and kill another woman.

As Arkansas governor, Huckabee supported the parole of Wayne DuMond, who was convicted and sentenced to a life term for raping a 17-year-old girl. After DuMond’s parole in 1999, he killed a woman in Kansas City, Missouri, in 2003. DuMond died in prison two years later.

Huckabee wrote a 1996 letter to DuMond supporting his release from prison, but the candidate said the decision was made by a parole board dominated by appointees of his predecessors, Jim Guy Tucker and Bill Clinton.

Former members of the Arkansas Parole Board at the time also said that Huckabee pressured them to approve DuMond’s parole, though Huckabee denies doing so.

Last week, the mother of the woman DuMond killed in 2003 said she would actively campaign against Huckabee.

In an interview, Huckabee called it “heartbreaking” that the rape victims’ deaths had become politicized.

“There are families who are truly, understandably and reasonably, grief-stricken,” Huckabee said. “And for people to now politicize these deaths and to try to make a political case out of it rather than to simply understand that a system failed and that we ought to extend our grief and heartfelt sorrow to these families, I just regret politics is reduced to that.”

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To Sag or Not to Sag!

Posted by Seth on December 10, 2007

We all have a greatest fear. For many, it’s death, being lonely, losing your mind, dying alone, and so on. I used to think my greatest fear was the death of my mom. After thinking about it time after time, I realized my greatest fear is knowing I WILL lose her. I don’t normally thrive on this thought, but I have to prepare myself for some of the impact. 

 Other than this, my other fears are public speaking, snakes, losing someone’s trust, and heights. I don’t have many. I consider myself a pretty easy going person. Though, one thing has been on my mind quite a bit lately.

Like the fear of my mother’s death, this fear is knowing this too WILL happen. The fear of knowing my ass will, in time, sag like a pair of 80 year old tits!

I know it’s expected and I know everyone ages. Blah blah blah! We can’t preserve ourselves forever. Though with Cher’s pioneering we all could. 

Right now I’m 24 years old. My ass is in pretty good shape. Yes, round is a shape! I only bring this to attention because people have been telling me lately, “enjoy it while it lasts!” Well, I am! I don’t know how, but I am.

Yes, this is a picture of me!

How could nature be so cruel? How could it leave me a potiential to look like this?!?! One of the few good things I have going for myself, will go as flat as a dead bike tire! Warning….the following picture is not me!

The Future Is Bleek!

 The day has already come and gone where I’ve stood in the mirror naked, clinched my butt muscles and say to myself “18”, unclinch, “24” and repeat.

 My ass is one of my only good features. I have to hold on to it as long as I can. As Daniel would say, “at least it’s not slapping the back of your knees…yet!”

So, I guess will just keep relying on my half-assed workouts and good genes. Hey, my dad is 55 years old and has a very nice shaped ass! I don’t look for pleasure. I just look to make sure I know what’s coming down the road. I have quite a bit going for me well into my 50’s!

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