Swaggart Just Kidding About Murdering Gays
Baton Rouge Advocate | Sept 23

“Evangelist Jimmy Swaggart said he would choose his words more carefully after an outcry over a recent televised sermon in which he said he would kill a gay man who looked at him ‘like that.’

‘I’ve never seen a man in my life I wanted to marry,’ Swaggart said during the Sept. 12 service, in which he decried gay marriage, according to transcripts of numerous Web sites. ‘And I’m going to be blunt and plain: If one ever looks at me like that, I’m going to kill him and tell God he died,’ he said to the applause and laughs of his congregation…

Swaggart, whose Jimmy Swaggart Ministries is based in Baton Rouge, said his comments were ’silly’ and meant to be a joke. ‘I can see how the homosexual community would be offended by that, and I won’t say it any more,’ he said in a telephone interview.”

(Pfft. I would think a minister threatening murder would offend folks even outside the “homosexual community” as well. Remember Swaggert is the fat cat who married a 14 year old, launched a moral attack that downed his televangelist rival Jim Bakker, and then was caught doing the nasty with a prostitute …. TWICE.)

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Once in Scrabble. I had a fat ass bingo on the very first play of the board… that means I got an extra 50 points for using **all** my letters in one play, and my score was doubled since my tiles were the first laid on the board. A few more moves in… CHRIS and CRESSIE started sighing, looking bored…. AND THEN THEY DECIDED THEY DIDN’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE. They were like, “You win, Rhon.”

PFFFT! Can you imagine!??!$#%#

This little art film runs for about 8 minutes. The quality and the story is well worth your time, especially if you love Scrabble. If your volume is muted, turn it on to hear the story.

http://www.vidlit.com/craziest/craziest.html

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Me and Chris both came back from NOLA with colds. I guess that happens when you hug hundreds of people. I am feeling much better, but Chris is not. My brat won’t take vitamins or eat right, and she certainly will not rest. She is doing a hundred things at once like she always does, slapping around the house in those sassy flips flops, going from room to room yakking on her phone. She’s been all whiney with a red nose, coughing and carrying around endless boxes of tissues. If you know her at all, you can imagine Chris is a terrible patient who will hardly allow anyone to take care of her.

After listening to her cough half the night again, the first thing I did this morning was touch her forehead for a fever and tell her it was time to go to the doctor. Chris went to get a chest xray this morning. We are waiting to hear back from the Doc cuz I am sure she has pnuemonia. Chris came home from the doctor in her Jackie O shades, swilling a huge Coke, carrying a pizza box, and clutching a paper bag that said “RX” on it. When I looked in the bag, all I saw was five candy bars. LOL

My baby runs thangs 90% of the time, and I am fine with that. I reserve my 10% for those things that are NON-negotiable. And I am far more stubborn than she! It is time for SARGENT DADDY. (Ohhhh…. Hate it for ya, baybeegrrl.) I am going to make my wife eat soup, drink juice, take vitamins and pills, and lay up in that damn bed until she is fully well. Poor grrl just looks exhausted. I am going to put her laptop in on a tray in our room so my little geek has no reason to get up.

Goooood lawd. Gotta love the bratty Femmes…

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Lookit these lil’ babygrrlz!

This site below is a database for homeless animals needing adoption across the nation.

http://www.petfinder.com/index.html

Careful browsing! Some of these fur babies are too cute to resist!

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My buddy Shel sent me this pic today and reminded me
I had the best time in New Orleans with my babes.
Good memories from that moment in time… always.

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I used to be a prison guard. It seems like it’s always the people who have never set foot in a prison who think that inmates should suffer through incarceration. Prison is overwhelmingly bleak, and doing time is not easy as days melt into years. I always thought it was kind that some “do-gooders” on the outside wanted to bring those who are in prison a little light, if just for one day. I remember all the sad, fucked up women I met when I was a guard. Many of them never saw any kindness or beauty at all in their lives. Feeling this way, of course, it’s no wonder I didn’t make a career in corrections.

Murderers treated to pedicures, harp music
Canada.com | Submitted by: Tim Howard
“The ‘Women’s Spa Day’ was held on Aug. 21 at Grand Valley Institution for Women, a prison housing medium- and minimum-security inmates… In the morning, the inmates had full manicures and pedicures by estheticians brought into the prison. They also had their ‘colours’ done, receiving advice on clothing that best suits their hair and skin tones. Aromatherapy was also offered, the source said. The afternoon schedule was not as crowded. A female harpist brought her enormous harp into the Grand Valley Chaplaincy Office and serenaded inmates while they ate and drank tea from fine china cups and serving dishes… On the same day as the spa, a black emancipation celebration was held for those prisoners invited to it by the Black Inmates and Friends Association, a prisoners’ group. Large tents were set up on the prison grounds and inmates ate barbecued meat and an enormous cake from a local baker before watching presentations.”

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I wonder if fat people make bigger diamonds?

http://www.lifegem.com/secondary/whatisLG.asp

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Last night, I woke with a start, sure that my tiny Wheezie was gone from me. My eyes flew open and I cried out, cuz I love that little one so much. Wheeze usually sleeps buried under the covers down by my feet, but she was on top of the covers close to my face. Her haunches felt oddly hard and cold for a second, and I couldn’t feel her breathing. The dog did not stir with my prodding. Then with my heart pounding, I slipped my hand under her pink belly, relieved to feel her warmth and her breathing. That little baby sleeps so soundly sometimes!

Wheeze has made my heart smile everyday for over 10 years, and for all of those years, I have had this irrational fear that I will lose my tiny sweet dog simply because I love her too much.

Her dog tag says, “Wheezie (Deaf)”. She has been deaf since birth. Once Wheezie got lost in our neighborhood. I drove in circles for miles, bawling my fool eyes out. You can’t imagine the anguish of calling for a tiny dog who cannot hear you. I found the little one, of course… nose to the ground in an alley, foraging for food as chihuahuas are wont to do.

Sometimes when I talk sweet to Wheeza, my other girl Christine turns around cuz she thinks I am talking to her.

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