Makeup Tip #42

I've had a very busy weekend, and it's included plenty of reminders of just how trivial this whole G-list wingnut thing is. I mean, there are sick and dying people out there, people who are suffering and in pain. Shit happens and lives change in an instant, never to be the same again. It doesn't look to be easing up anytime soon.

So, my posting may be even spottier, and my observations even more incomplete and superficial than usual over the next several days, or maybe longer. We'll see.

Wingnuts still piss me off, and they're either unaware and/or just plain don't give a shit about the pain and suffering of others. Except, of course, fetuses. Wingnuts loves them some fetus meat, but only for the limited time during which they're fetuses. Beyond that point, all bets are off.

And goodness knows wingnuts are the direct source of way too much pain and suffering. As my newfound blogging friend WhoIsIOZ? succinctly put it:

People who supported the invasion of Iraq were fatuous, bloodthirsty, ahistorical, immoral, politically naive, callous, unthinking, reprehensible morons--to the man. The proper attitude is contrition, silence, and contemplation. Making a gaudy spectacle of having "supported" something so awful, even if only to show how smart you were to change your mind when you noticed things going south, is disgusting.

So, maybe this G-list wingnut thing isn't so trivial after all. Hmmmm...

Anywhoozle, shit still happens, my observations...superficial...blah blah blah.

Oh, yeah, that makeup tip - go easy on the eye liner and shit, especially if you're "blond." Otherwise you'll end up looking like a fucking raccoon.

photos - Sparkie!!!11! on her YouTube page (l), a cute little raccoon via Google Images (r)

Wingnuts Beget Wingnuts. Well, at least for now.

Sparkie was all a-twitter the other day with the breathless announcement of her enlistment-age daughter's lame video blog.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and predict a short life for Sparkie, Jr.'s latest project. There are just too many factors pointing to its inevitable demise.

First of all, Sparkie Jr. is a freaking college freshman, a cohort famous for short attention spans long before the tubes (both inter- and You-) heightened the pile of available distractions.

Secondly, the kid's gotta have better things to do than prattle on and repeat the nonsense she couldn't help but absorb from her tight-sphinctered mother. Running as far away as possible from mom's ridiculous bullshit is the critical developmental task at this stage of Jr.'s young life, and if she fucks it up now, she's gonna have to muscle her way through too many years of regret and misfortune before she gets another chance.

Third, Sparkie Jr.'s initial foray into wingnuttery (which I wrote about here) has already died on the vine. Six blog entries in six months ain't exactly a torrid writing pace, and even those thin efforts bear the stench of half-heartedness.

Which isn't a problem in and of itself. As previously noted, the kid's a college freshman, and there are more interesting and compelling demands on a college student's time and attention - like classes, studying, assignments, and that larger category best called, simply, social events.

Finally, and most notably, there's the matter of our well-scrubbed duo's subsequent video.

I dunno, maybe it's entirely innocent. Or perhaps they're being intentionally ironic, even mildly subversive and subliminal. Or maybe it's just me. But there's something about that title...

Hey, if I were in this dude's shoes, I'd probably be looking at the same things he is.

Now, that can end up any number of ways, but I'm willing to lay down decent odds that the final outcome includes no more of these stupid video blogs from Sparkie, Jr.

Which, as Martha Stewart would tell us, is a good thing.

Did Rightwingsparkle Produce This Piece of Shit?

Since the woman can barely string several words together to form a coherent sentence, I doubt she can make the leap to producing a music video - even one as bad as this.

Still, the video's sentiments are remarkably consistent with Sparkie's own gushing about Mad Jack, the man who decided that torture's OK.

Been Fishing

I've been taking a break from Wingnut World, though the time will soon come to start casting my hooks that way again. It's been a good week, with lots to eat and not much else that's needed doing.

(photo from Alaska Dancing Eagles B&B)

Where Wingnuts Dare Not Tread

I've noticed that my dozen or so daily visitors includes a reliable handful of wingnuts, particularly that stupid fucker who's got way too much time on his hands until the grass starts growing long enough to be neatly mowed and raked into little piles. And even then, how much time will it take to cut the grass of his four (4) customers?

So, I've added a new list of links just for these pathetic souls, and I put it right up on top of all the others. It's called 'Where Wingnuts Dare Not Tread,' because, obviously, they dare not.

Bonus - Rightwingsparkle is still full of shit. She's got not one, but two, kids who are the exact right age to join that little invasion and occupation that gets her so wet. Take them by the hand, sweetie, and help them do the right thing.

Rightwingsparkle is Full of Shit, Part 4

The absolute best way to get my favorite G-lister's panties in a bunch is to bring her attention to something - anything - associated with sex.

She actually has a keen nose for smelling these things out on her own, probably because of her militant catholicism. Converts are usually pushy and self-righteous.

Anywhoozle, Sparkie simply could not pass up the recent opportunity to leverage her sexual obsession with her other compulsion, namely demonizing a Democratic officeholder.

The result was her March 10th tour-de-force, "New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer to announce that he is a perv." Let's take a look, shall we?

It doesn't seem to matter how powerful, famous, or rich one is, common sense (and morals) go out the window when it comes to thinking with your *******.

I must have been hiding behind a door when God handed out the *******'s, because I don't think I ever got one (or more, if we're supposed to have multiples).

I do have a penis, a scrotum, and two testicles, along with a bunch of other stuff on the inside that connects them all together and makes the whole setup do what it's supposed to, but I think Sparkie's talking about something else, since she didn't specify either a penis, a scrotum, or two testicles.

Those words are easy enough to spell, and they're official medical terms, not some obscene slang, so there's no danger of getting into trouble with teh law for using them. If Sparkie is using a series of asterisks instead of some crude street term for male genetalia, can someone please tell me the seven-letter word for schlong?

Anywhoozle, before she could wrap up her outrage, Sparkie's attention was directed to a serendipitous bit of information from one of her regular commenters, an insane piece of work named Jill:

RWS, did you hear about what was on his agenda today that was cancelled? Speaking to the abortion groups about all the things he was proposing to pay them back for their support. Just read it over at Michelle Malkin's blog. UNBELIEVABLE. What a sick man.

Wow. Bonus. 'Cuz if there's one way to reduce Sparkie to pure apoplexy , it's by mentioning teh fate of teh fetus.

Well isn't that icing on the cake. From whores to abortion. How do these people sleep at night?

Heh. Indeed.

Here's a gift to the lady from Houston (second most polluted city in the U.S.), a sweet 21-week old whose hands appear to be safely away from his own little pecker. There are more images here, but I though that posting the one of a 32-week old furiously jerking-off would have been a bit much for Sparkie's genteel sensibilities.

Read more "Rightwingsparkle is Full of Shit:"
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Watch the Music

I'll provide some context for this in a subsequent post, but for now just sit back and dig this not-so-little music video.



Here's an alternative streaming video service if YouTube is acting too sluggish...

Clair de lune from musanim on Vimeo.

I Love Google

Well, sometimes, anyway...

Number 4 isn't number 1, but it's still on the first page ;^)

PS - Just in case you missed it...