Гигантски наденица атаки къща в Уисконсин!

Giant hot dog crashes into Wisconsin house.

Oh, the humanity!

Benedictine attitude towards health care is not Capitalist-Republican Darwinism

"Infirmorum cura ante omnia et super omnia adhibenda est, ut sicut revera Christo ita eis serviatur..." Regula Benedicti XXXVI

"Before and above all things, care must be taken of the sick, that they be served in very truth as Christ is served." Benedictine Rule XXXVI

How ironic that so many Republicans who describe themselves as Christians and "pro-life" treat insurance companies as though they were Christ (as opposed to treating the sick as Christ).

All people deserve health care.

Газа: Нарушения на правата на човека

Газа: Нарушения на правата на човека

Да не отмъщаваш, нито да храниш злоба против ония, които са от людете ти; но да обичаш ближния си както себе си. Аз съм Господ.

I'm an ass man and I love trains, too

The Dark side of the Moon... 30th Annual Mooning of Amtrak

wafergate: scandale autour d’une hostie

C’est scandaleux, le premier ministre a mis l’hostie dans sa poche!
Yeah, I always swallow! Donc pas moyen de savoir s’il l’a vraiment avalé ou mis discrètement dans sa poche de veston.
Did Canada's Protestant Prime Minister, Stephen Harper, swallow it? And when Steve met with B16, did the Pope ask for him to return the host? We do know that Prime Minister Harper does not eat babies. For Americans, it's nice that the biggest political dumb-ass in North America is now north of the 49th parallel in Canada (and not a Connecticut-born, faux-Texan). Une tempête dans un verre d’eau. C’est à peu près les mots qui me sont venus en tête lorsqu’en ouvrant mon journal, ce matin, j’ai lu les premières nouvelles. On y parle de scandale, apparemment parce que le premier ministre canadien, Stephen Harper, n’aurait pas avalé l’hostie lors de l’Eucharistie, durant les funérailles du gouverneur général Roméo Leblanc, célébrées vendredi dernier. Tous en chœur, comme une chorale gospel, les «merdias» reprennent la nouvelle; s’indignant, s’offusquant. «C’est scandaleux, le premier ministre a mis l’hostie dans sa poche!», plus loin : «Lorsqu'on célèbre une messe, les protestants s'abstiennent de s'avancer.» Jouant les vierges effarouchées, ces mêmes journalistes qui récemment encore, vantaient les vertus de la laïcité, se disant fièrement non-croyants, aujourd’hui ressortent étrangement leur petit catéchisme des boules à mites. Peut-être est-ce la mort du Grand gourou Michael Jackson qui a ravivé leur foi ? La Grand-messe des derniers jours, qui ne peut toujours pas finir, témoignant d’une pseudo communion entre les fidèles de ce dieu médiatique, totalement artificiel. À une époque où paradoxalement, l’individualisme gangrène notre société. J’aurais pu aussi évoquer le départ d’Alex Kovalev pour Ottawa. Le dieu du stade, l’idole des fans de hockey. Oui, car il s’agit vraiment d’une religion que ce sport, ici au Québec. Aller au Centre Bell le samedi, vivre l’ultime orgie collective, au milieu de 21 272 parfaits inconnus. Telle est la vraie religion de nos médias canadiens. Alors arrêtez votre petit jeu, c’est on ne peut plus clair. La manœuvre, inexorablement ourdie par les compères Presse canadienne et Radio-Canada, qui ne digèrent toujours pas les coupures budgétaires fédérales en culture, vise à faire capoter le voyage du premier ministre au Vatican prévu pour samedi. Afin d’y rencontrer le pape Benoît XVI. D’accord, Harper est protestant, SO WHAT ?!? La religion protestante interdit au fidèle de recevoir la communion lors d’un rite catholique... On l’accuse de ne pas avoir mis immédiatement la fameuse hostie dans sa bouche après l’avoir reçue. Ah oui ? Sur Youtube, la seule vidéo trouvée à ce sujet, tend à démontrer le contraire. Du moins, le caméraman de CBC qui a capté les fameuses images, cesse de filmer tout juste après que Stephen Harper eu reçu l’objet ostentatoire. Donc pas moyen de savoir s’il l’a vraiment avalé ou mis discrètement dans sa poche de veston. De son côté, le porte parole du premier ministre, Dimitri Soudas (un autre mal aimé des «merdias»), affirme qu’il n’en est rien : « À la fin du service, on lui a offert la communion, chose que le premier ministre a acceptée et consommée aussi », a souligné M. Soudas.
Personnellement, je me souviens, il y a longtemps, avoir déjà reçu la communion et de l’avoir discrètement mise dans un mouchoir ; afin de l’apporter à ma grand-mère cancéreuse, restée chez elle. J’avoue ! Non je n’ai pas consommé l’hostie ! Cela fait-il de moi un monstre, mon père ? L’important n’est pas tant de le consommer immédiatement ou le mettre dans une poche que d’aller le jeter aux toilettes ou aux cochons, comme le suggérait Zola, dans la Faute de l’abbé Mouret. Et puis si Harper était resté assis à son banc, de quoi l’aurait-on accusé croyez vous ? De mépriser la religion catholique, sûrement. Les médias l’auraient copieusement conspué de ne pas avoir au moins fait semblant d’aller prendre l’Eucharistie. Comment résoudre un tel nœud gordien ? Pauvre Harper, d’une façon ou d’une autre, il était échec et mat dans cette histoire. Bref, une vraie tempête dans un verre d’eau. Créée de toute pièce par des journalistes appartenant à une secte médiatique dégénérée, qui n’a de foi qu’en le sexe, l’argent et le people.

Това е боклук съм четене

Това е боклук съм четене. Милдред Пиърс трябваше разкошна краката. Тя знаеше как да се използва тиган. И тя завладяха имаше кост-дълбоко, вътрешна сърцевина на силата. Тя използва тези атрибути да оцелее развод и бедността и да се изкачат на средна класа. Романът е написан от Джеймс Кейн през 1941. Филм, на основата на романа е направена през 1946 година. Милдред има две слабите страни на характера. Милдред обича много мързеливи мъже. А тя е посветена на зъл и себелюбив дъщеря. Джоан Крауфорд спечели Оскар за най-добрата актриса за ролята си във филма. Това е една отлична роман на Джеймс Кейн.
Какви книги четеш това лято?
This is the trash I am reading. Mildred Pierce had gorgeous legs, a way with a skillet, and a bone-deep core of toughness. She used those attributes to survive divorce and poverty and to claw her way up to the middle-class. The novel was writen by James Cain in 1941. A film based on the novel was made in 1946. Joan Crawford won an Academy Award as best actress for her role in the film. Mildred has two weaknesses of character. She yearns for shiftless men and she has an irrational devotion to a hateful bitch daughter. This is an excellent novel by James Cain. What books are you reading this summer?

C'est la poubelle que je lis. Mildred Pierce a des jambes superbes, un mode avec un poêle, et un os de profondeur de base de la résistance. Elle a utilisé les attributs de survivre à un divorce et de la pauvreté et à la récupération de son chemin jusqu'à la classe moyenne. Le roman a été écrit par James Cain en 1941. Un film basé sur le roman a été faite en 1946. Joan Crawford a remporté un Academy Award en tant que meilleure actrice pour son rôle dans le film. Mildred a deux faiblesses de caractère. Elle aspire à shiftless les hommes et elle a une dévotion irrationnelle à une fille de pute haineux. C'est un excellent roman de James Cain. Quels livres pour vous cet été?

Това е чудо!

Забрадка Ан Мари вярва тя вижда снимка на Майкъл Джаксън на нея големи пръсти, в надробена пръсти лак.

It's a miracle!
Babushka Ann Marie believes she sees image of Michael Jackson on her big toe, appearing in the chipped toe nail polish.

C'est un miracle!
Mme Ann Marie croit qu'elle voit l'image de Michel Jackson sur le gros orteil, figurant dans les copeaux aux vernis à ongles

лесбийка забрадка - „Сестра усмивка"

When I was a little boy, because of this song I wanted to become a nun. Haha! Instead I became a soldier. Souer Sourire turned out to be a lesbian. And I turned out to be very, very gay. So at least she and I had that in common. I love her eyeglasses.

Когато бях малко момче, защото на тази песен ми се искаше да стане монахиня. Xaxa! Soeur Sourire е лесбийка. Поради това, ние имаме сходни сексуалността. Аз я обичам очила!

Quand j'étais un petit garçon à cause de la chanson, je voulais devenir une religieuse. Haha! Soeur Sourire étais une lesbienne. Par conséquent, nous avons même la sexualité. Je l'adore les lunettes.

молитва

أَنَا أُومِنُ، فَأَعِنْ عَدَمَ إِيمَانِي [Hi Nizo Honey! I love you dude!]
Credo, Domine; adjuva incredulitatem meam.
πιστεύω, βοήθει μου τῇ ἀπιστίᾳ.
Вярвам, Господи, Помогни на моето неверие. [Здравей Николай, обичам те!]
Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief. [Much love to Michael F.]
Mwen gen konfyans nan Bondye. Men, vin ede m' pou m' sa gen plis konfyans toujou.
Ich vertraue dir ja — hilf mir doch gegen meinen Zweifel.
верую, Господи! помоги моему неверию. [Здравствуйте, Евгений, я тебя люблю!]
Creo; ayuda mi incredulidad.
Unë besoj, o Zot, ndihmo mosbesimin tim.
Je crois! viens au secours de mon incrédulité! [Bonjour Paul! Je t'aime!]
Vjerujem! Pomozi mi da ne sumnjam!
Hiszek Uram! Légy segítségül az én hitetlenségemnek.
Io credo Signore, sovvieni alla mia incredulità.
Верувам, но помогни ми да не се сомневам.
En toch twijfel ik nog. Help mij! [Hallo Hans, ik hou van je!]
Fé tenho eu; ajuda-me a ter mais!
Cred, Doamne! Ajută necredinţei mele!
Verím, Pane, ale pomôž mi ešte väčšmi veriť!
Jag tror! Hjälp min otro!
Sumasampalataya ako, Panginoon. Tulungan mo ako sa kawalan ko ng pananampalataya.
Господи, поможи недовірству моєму!

[Марко 9:24]

When a friend wrote to poet-priest Gerard Manley Hopkins for advice on how he might learn to believe, Hopkins responded simply: "Give alms." Hopkins was right. I took my own doubts and struggles to the Food Bank this morning. The Παντοκράτωρ (Pantokrator's) presence is immanent in the person of the poor among us. And that helped boost my faith a great deal.

Кой би Исус белезник?

WWJC? Who Would Jesus Cuff?

Полицията на мормон култ арест хомосексуалните двойки, тъй като те целуна.

Police from Mormon Cult arrest gay couple for kissing.

Have I mentioned that Mormons "baptized" my long-dead great-great-great-great grandparents long before polygamist cult leader Joseph Smith was born? I don't think the Mormons have much respect for freedom of religion.

A Smithmas Poem

Twas a night watching cable, and on my TV
there was violence, strong language, and brief nudity.
The feminist pornos were stacked on the desk near a fern
in hopes that my husband would watch them and learn.

The children were out getting drunk with their friends,
having sex, smoking pot, stealing somebody’s Benz ...
My hubby and I had long since settled down
with our respective memories of sleeping around.

When out on the porch was some noise or another—
I opened the door ... holy crap, it’s my mother!
She said, “I’ve come visiting teaching, my dear.
You’re dressed kind of trashy, and dump out that beer!

“You haven’t been paying the prophet his portion
and, I suspect, you’ve had an abortion.
The kids you have—why, they’re promiscuous thugs!
Your father and I aren’t surprised you’re on drugs.

“Sister Smith here and I have come to your door
to explain to you how to be less of a whore.
So if you’d be so kind as to cover your bum,
stop swearing, and hide that huge bottle of rum ...”

Before I could answer, they pushed their way in
Sat down in my chairs, said a prayer to begin.
Dear Hubby slipped out to go chat up some slut,
look at porn, play nude FreeCell, or I don’t know what.

“Our message tonight is about modest clothing
and how it can keep us from sin and self-loathing.”
They went on and on about garments and bras
And cleavage, and skirt lengths, and blah blah blah blah ...

The ladies were tireless; their lesson, so boring!
It was all I could do to keep from snoring.
I knew that my man would be online all night—
if I didn’t do something, they’d stay ‘til first light.

It seemed way too rude to get up and say, “See ya!”
But then, in a twinkling, I had an idea.
So, lively and quickly, I rose from my spot—
“Would you like some coffee? I’ll go make a pot!”

They were up in a flash, as if I’d had a bomb.
It’s somewhat depressing to think that’s my mom.
But I heard her exclaim as they left in a blur,
“What on earth made you think I’m related to her?!”

Млади социалистите Кучета

Our three Young Socialist Dogs, wearing surplus neck kerchiefs from the Russian Komsomol Organization (Коммунисти́ческий сою́з молодёжи). Our dogs insist on the redistribution of wealth, especially if it involves food. Our three dogs have been "fixed" so they won't produce offspring who will become a burden to the Пролетариа́т (proletariat - workers). The little commie drummer boy is none other than Николай when he lived in Москва. I was also in a nationalist youth organization where I was fed heaps of right-wing propaganda.

Балканска наденица

Балканска наденица
Dear Mister Balkan Sausage Man,
At our most recent, weekly, queer cinema festival in our flat we drank a lot of Vodka. And you became the topic of our conversation. Everyone (even the lesbians) thinks you are really quite a total stud. You are polite to and gentle with elderly Bulgarians. We really love your sweet, unshaven face, and the manly way you grasp your microphone. The way you talk with your mouth full of sausage is a rare talent. Very few men can talk when they have a big sausage in their mouths, like you do. Even though I was born without a gag reflex, I am generally unable speak when I have a large sausage in my own mouth. I admire and respect men who have good looks which are not complicated by a higher IQ. And Evgeny (Bulgaria's drag queen import from Mother Russia) was speculating about what he would like you to do to him with your own Balkan Sausage. Mister Balkan Sausage Man, we live in Булевард Васил Левски (Vasil Levski Boulevard) near the intersection with Булевард Гурко (Boulevard Gurko). We are in the yellow building on the fourth floor. Please email us Mister Balkan Sausage Man. Our next party is Tuesday at 7:00 p.m. EET. You are invited to attend. Also, Paul from Albuquerque, Bob from Atlanta, Michael from San Francisco, Nizo from Montréal via Palestine, and Padre Rob from Alaska, you are always welcome, too. In fact, everyone is welcome! Our film selections for next week are "Schoolboy Crush" (Japan) and "Fingersmith" (of the UK, dyke, Charles Dickens genre). We'll be watching all three episodes of the BBC lesbian mini-series. As per usual, Nikolai and I will provide cheap Russian Vodka and other beverages, and Балканска наденица, of course!