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“I’m not going to lie to you, Billy: the paltry turnout at my combination anti-war protest / celebrity book signing was quite dispiriting. Quite dispiriting. Tell me—was it like this when the sixties ended?—a sinking feeling that nobody really much cares anymore that the neocon war machine keeps churning out armed, bloodthirsty deathmerchants who will tragically fall victim to the lies of their greedy, corporate, Jew-coddling leaders?”* | |
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“Could be. Though in my case, it ended with a horrific case of the Clap, some empty blotter paper, and an embarrassing ass-kicking by one of the Monkees. Which, all things considered, is a lot better than having a clatch of photographers document my irrelevance, I suppose.
“Hypothetically speaking, of course.”* |
I know it is wrong of me to derive some sort of sick schadenfreude out of all this, but I forget when I stopped feeling sorry for her and started viewing her as a nitwit worthy of scorn.
Turing word “actually” as in, “Actually, she was ALWAYS a nitwit, but the worthy of scorn part was mildly debatable.”
Cindy must be bummed that the MSM is now tackling tough issues like the Nick and Jessica breakup.
I’m not making this up: Ann Curry on the “Today” show Thanksgiving morning actually said that was an important story. Since when did “Today” become part of the JOOOOOOOOOOOS conspiracy? Did I miss the press release?
And Billy Jack learned what we all should learn…Don’t ever mess with Mike Nesmith’s cap. Just leave it alone and all will be well.
Tom was beaten up by Michael Nesmith? Really?
I am somewhat less embarrassed by my affection for “Elephant Parts.”
Jeff, when are you going to start talking to Billy’s hat? I’ll bet it has some pithy observations to make.
Dude, I’m supposed to be working. The mad-cackling kind of gives away the fact I’m fucking off.
Thanks. When I get fired, mind if me and my family move in with you until I find a new job?
nah, it was me.
the little twerp tried to ‘borrow’ my tambourine.
Nost me. I am actaully quite proud of my affection and admiration for “Elephant Parts”, the fore runner of MTV. I put it up there with the “Meaning of Life” except it has some really good music.
“Not me” – PIMF
*sigh*
If you haven’t already, check out Head, the Monkees flick done by Bob Rafelson, with cameos by Jack Nicholson, Frank Zappa, and others.
A very grownup flick. And wildly enjoyable, believe it or not.
She looks like one of the cast offs from a Kennedy party. I mean it. She was used, ridden hard, and belives teh democrats when they say they’ll call her about going out again soon. She lost her son, found an outlet, and got just as screwed over as any other usefull idiot. Seriously… we need some suicide watch on her, and I don’t see her enablers taking any steps toward the table to help.
Rich, I think she could have a fruitful career as a long haul truck driver. She’s already got the look down pat.
T/W: Horny, “A dude would have to be pretty horny to take a crack at that.”
A sad reminder of what happens when one tries to stretch his or her fifteen minutes of fame into half an hour.
Rode hard and put away wet for sure. Then rolled over by the long haul truck she drove there.
I’m not trying to defend her. She is a vile, simpleton. But she is also a victim of the democratic anti-war machine. I can’t but feel sorry for her family (and her in a Gollumn sort of way). Especially with those pictures. I love seeing the protests fail. That is for certain. And now await the next “rising star!” to be troted out.
Come on, “Peter”, don’t embarrass us all. You played bass, keyboards, banjo, and a host of other stringed instruments. You were quite the Renaissance man of the group. Davy played the tambourine.
Of course, the little limey bastard could also sing. You, on the other hand, sounded like you had accidentally gargled with bleach every time you stepped up the mic.
Turing word – “there”, as in “There but for the grace of a singing voice, goes a whole lot of 17-year old 60’s trim. Sorry, Peter.
I felt very sorry for her looking at those pictures. But still, she’d damaged her country’s credibility by engaging in staged agitprot. So in a way it serves her right.
No telling what I’d do if I lost my son to war. Stiil, she chose to turn to the anti-war left for support, and they in turn helped parade her around and turn her into a mini-celeb until she became an anti-war narcisist, and finally—a sad soul alone at a table with a pile of unsold books stacked around her.
An American tale.
(Clears throat and hopes everyone will remember that it ain’t about how the woman looks, but rather how she acted; oddly enough, some middle-aged women do look middle aged. Nothing wrong with that.)
Jeff,
Here’s a funny coincidence. I put up a Billy Jack/Sheehan post earlier today too!-
YOU LEAVE MY BILLY ALONE, ROSCOE!
She set out to be a light in the wilderness for the lost to set their foot on the path to peace.
She ended up with a steamy, rancid set of beef curtains flapping in the breeze created by her “supporters” stampeding away from her presence.
Sad really….in a funny sort of way.
I don’t wanna go on a rant here but America’s foreign policy makes about as much sense as Beowolf having sex with Robert Fulton at the first Battle of Antietam. I mean when a neo-conservative defenstrates it’s like Raskalnakov filibuster dioxymonohydrostinate.
Who’s hungry?
Ok, but Delores Taylor is all mine!
You hit on what I was trying to clarify Jeff. As a support mechanisim she had turned to the left, destroyed her marriage, and has been left to blow in the wind now that the MSM and the rest of the machine have lost all traction with her. Still… it is the system that is the real issue, and yet that will never be exposed.
I got a flyer in the mail advertising the “Cindy Sheehan Boob Signing”.
Could that little typo have contributed to the low turnout?
Probably what 99.99% of all those who have lost one in all the wars we have had – Honor their service and be proud of them. I might understand her hatred if her son was drafted and sent to a war zone, hastily trained and ill prepared, as happened in Viet Nam. However her son voluntarily enlisted, reenlisted and volunteered for the mission where he lost his life.
I don’t think it has anything to do with her grief. I think it is now all about her inflated sense of her own importance. Just my opinion.
Peter, in a state of unabashed euphoria from huffing liquid paper looked at the kung fu master with his dark steely eyes. “You don’t know shit, cowboy” he slurred. “Now… give me your hat.”
Dennis Miller, everyone has ignored you but just late me say….brilliant!
No telling what I’d do if I lost my son to war.
Jeff,
You bring up an interesting and heart wrenching point. As parents we don’t wish to outlive our children. But as in my case, when I went to war, I let my parents know that I was doing what I signed up for and what I trained so hard for. Don’t get me wrong, as a soldier the last thing I ever wanted was to go to war. But being called up in defense of what I believed in and given the opportunity to defend the lifestyle that so many before me lost their lives for, was a chance to uphold the oath I took when I entered the service. My parents knew the choice and the reasoning behind my choice, and promised that if I did not come back they would honor my memory by embracing the cause….That is all I have to say…
Yes. Dennis wins this thread, despite being slightly off-topic.
You know, I just recently got in a kerfuffle over CINDY! over at some site. Seems someone called Midge Decter* ‘mother’ and the fact that us righties didn’t get all in a titter about it like they did when they called CINDY! mother means….erm… something.
Lot’s of ‘neocon’ this and ‘neocon’ that. I had a little fun, never went back so they’re probably crooning about beating a troll to a pulp or something. Someone let me know if it’s worth my time to try again
* Honestly, I had no idea who she was.
I guess that I have never really thought about my parents reaction were I not make it back. Every one of us in my family that was of service age in time of war has put on the uniform. Sheehan’s reaction is so alien to me that I cannot engage in real schadenfruede or get too angry at her (as opposed to those that used her as their club to beat on the CinC).
Just in: Amid conflicting stories as to which Monkey kicked Billy Jack’s ass, “Special Prosecutor for Life”, Patrick Fitzgerald has convened a Grand Jury and promises to get to the bottom of this well before the election of 2024.
Nobody wants to lose a child in a war. Nobody could ever be happy with it. The best anyone can hope for is to feel pride in that child’s courage of their convictions, and the cause for which they chose to fight.
I believe I could feel pride if my child died in the US military or as a police officer or a firefighter rushing into a building.
I would have a hard time finding that pride (and therefore, comfort) if my child died like Rachel Corrie, or while helping the Iraqi insurgency stuff grenades in toys. It would make the loss more unbearable, to know my child chose to die for something I cannot respect.
Which is the heart of Cindy Sheehan’s problem. She disagrees with what Casey chose to die for.
She dishonors him by denying that he himself made the choice.
That she feels the way she does about the US Military and the US in general makes me gloat when she is humbled.
And Jeff, this was your funniest Billy Jack post yet. And I love them all.
Major John, unfortunately I had 3 near death experiences during regular, stateside duty in the Marines (Helicopters and F/A-18’s can be dangerous to work on sometimes). My parents wouldn’t have lost their son to anything other than a plain old accident. And yet they would still have never conducted themselves in CINDY!’s manner, of that I am sure.
Of course, being that my death wouldn’t have benefitted the left’s agenda (Bubba was in charge at the time), I’m sure it would never had made even the local news.
Wasn’t this all too predictable?
This woman allowed herself to be used by the hard-core lefties who discarded her like a used tampon once she no longer carried “ultimate moral authority.”
Bleh. Such a sorry spectacle.
Several years from now, when her son’s insurance runs out [she was receiving an allotment while he was alive] and the lecture money is gone, you will see her with a shopping cart full of unsold books, a picture of her rubbing against Jesse, and a spare track suit.
Tip over her cart and laugh at her.
What does “rant” mean?
Hey Cindy. Try this on. (It might pinch at first.)
Billy Jack: the original Born Loser.
Thanks for the suggestion; I’ve put Head in my Netflix queue around #480. Should see it late in 2007…