Archive for November, 2010
It’s strange to think some people believe that a billionaire can also be an actual Christian. Snowball in hell is more like what comes to mind for me. The obvious question it begs is, how could a “true” Christian ever be able to amass a billion dollars?
Look at it from another angle, how on earth could an honest Christian person create a rationalization that would let them keep that huge amount of money stuck away in a bank somewhere after they are made aware that even one child is going to be going to sleep cold or hungry that night?
And, not to beat a dead horse, exactly how much money does a person really need to live a comfortable life and provide for their family and future education for their children? To sort of paraphrase the question asked of the character “Gordon Gekko” in the movie Wall Street;
How many yachts can you sail on at the same time,
How many limousines can you ride in at once?
How many houses can you live in?
I’d love to hear Sarah Palin’s answer to that last one, even though she’s probably no more than a mere millionaire, or at best maybe a multi-millionaire, based on her reported income from her soon to flop new t.v. show, book sales, and whatever amount she was able to skim off the campaign circuit.
And for the earlier mentioned CHino (Christian in name only) Koch brothers? I’m guessing that they’ll spend their afterlife pushing on the ass of some camel trying to get it through the eye of a needle……
O.K., truth be told, I’m a life long atheist and always will be, I took this tack to try to open the eyes of at least some of the
douchebags teabags that had bought into the monied interest’s propaganda that urged them to do the “Christian” thing, and do whatever they could to take back their country from the liberals, socialists, whoever… And by “their” country, I’m not talking about these confused ones, I mean the very sharp big money funders that had those simpletons doing the dance of the angry folks all the way to the ballot box.
Just when I thought that the wizards of the film industry had learned their lesson about trying to transmogrify those old t.v. shows into feature films (Sgt. Bilko or Land of the Lost ring a bell?), along comes an apparent D.O.A. Turkey destined to arrive as a Christmas holiday release.
I’m just speculating here, but I think the words “Heeeey Boo-Boo” will be enough of a hint to narrow the field down without putting myself at risk, watching the trailer on t.v. with that oh so clever mix of live action and animation made me, how do they say that? Oh yeah, throw up in my mouth. And then there’s that subtle homo-erotic relationship between Yogi and Boo-Boo? All that’s needed is for Yogi to don a cape and wear a hero suit with nipples.
I’m thinking this turd will fall off the charts quicker than g = 9.8 m/s² (metres per second squared; which might be thought of as “metres per second, per second” for the Euro Physics majors crowd, or approx. 32 ft/s² as “feet per second per second” for us gringos, if you get my drift. And you have to factor in that that it’s released without the added dead weight it would have if Will Ferrell had been on board, in which case in addition to exponentially raising the production cost, it may have exceeded the speed of light by the time it cratered.
Before you shed too many tears for the always warm and charming Meg Whitman on the loss in her recent election run to be the next governor of California, be aware that if she actually is the self-proclaimed billionaire that she claims to be, and actually has invested (as mentioned earlier, she invested against her expected ROI, and that would have been payable once she got into the governors mansion) about 140 million of her own dollars on said election, simple math indicates that she will be able to do this again with about 5 more elections that are in a similar cost range, and she’ll still have enough cash left over (somewhere in the order of $150 million) to buy a few more homes, a few more horses, and a few more boats before she will have a need to file for welfare….. And that’s if she only had one billion in the bank at the start of this campaign attempt.
“Don’t cry for me Cal-i-for-nia, the truth is I… uh… ah crap”.