Move over, John Dean

A little laugh out loud material from Scott McClellan’s little book excerpt read at yesterday’s press love in.  According to McClellan:

The President didn’t do enough in Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina?  (sigh) The latest stupid ass to make this claim.  These people had 3 days warning!  Three days.  The New Orleans mayor and Louisiana governor (both Dems) sat there and watched the clouds roll in then watched the hundreds of city owned buses get buried up to the little bluebird decal in Lake Pontchartrain water.  I’m not clear what Bush was supposed to do.  Local officials didn’t seem to care until the cameras started to rolled and the town got looted and destroyed beyond recognition.  But that was the President’s fault.       

The President lied about the war.  First things first.  I have several problems with this president but this isn’t about his book.  It’s about McClellan’s.  This was the president’s press secretary.  He stood up every morning to the press and to the nation and announced positions and defended statements that NOW he claims were lies and cover ups?  So, this man is a liar at best.  

This smells like the worst form of profit taking that the libs bitch about so vehemently from evil, soulless, children’s soul stealing CEOs.  Unlike fellow former Bushies Paul O’Neill and Richard Clarke, this guy has dirty hands.  They were certainly opportunists but McClellan stoked a fire, added wood, then yelled “FIRE” at $19.95 a copy.     

Fine, smartass. Find your own way home.

Lost parrot tells veterinarian his address

TOKYO – When Yosuke the parrot flew out of his cage and got lost, he did exactly what he had been taught — recite his name and address to a stranger willing to help.

Police rescued the African grey parrot two weeks ago from a neighbor’s roof in the city of Nagareyama, near Tokyo. After spending a night at the station, he was transferred to a nearby veterinary hospital while police searched for clues, local policeman Shinjiro Uemura said.

He kept mum with the cops, but began chatting after a few days with the vet.

“I’m Mr. Yosuke Nakamura,” the bird told the veterinarian, according to Uemura. The parrot also provided his full home address, down to the street number, and even entertained the hospital staff by singing songs.

Full Story (link)

Going to Europe and (I guess) opening a store

Mrs FullBug and I are heading off to Lisbon and Dublin in June.  Above is a short list of things MFB thought to jot down to bring on the trip.  She’s added to this since Sunday night.  Some of my favorites: “ponytail” holder, garbage bag, clock, nail polish, towel. 

Johnny come lately, there’s a new blog in town

Thank you,

Bloggington J. Blogenstein III, friend of the Bean

Happy Mother’s Day, Pie

    

Next weekiend, we’re doing something I’d rather do.  Like … I don’t know… getting stabbed in the face or something.   

Ladies and gentleman, put your hands together for…

Story (link)

Regulators Hopeful Texas Sinkhole Won’t Swallow Homes

Not a real interesting story.  I just think it would be a great band name.  “You wanted the best.  You got the best!  Massive Sinkhole!” 

“We’re Massive Sinkhole!  We love you, Tupelo!  Owwww!”

Thanks, Marcy. You’re adorable.

Listening to talk radio today and heard a consumer type news break thing.  “Marcy” from Barrons Magazine had a report to tell me that my government check should be here shortly.  I’m pulling my hair out over this!  “You may have already received some free money from the government” spouts Marcy.  Free money?  Have we really gone this far?  The Dems and well… Over the last 5 years or so, the Repubs too have confiscated money from me all year long and have graciously decided to let me have some of it back like some peasant holding out a hand to a benevolent king!  I would say that there is some tea about to be dumped into Boston Harbor but it’s not.  When I see people still living in trailers in New Orleans and refusing to leave because the government owes them and a reporter from what was once a RESPONSIBLE, BUSINESS journal like Barrons says something so fundamentally stupid as government giving me money… We’re done.  I say, get to the airport early to get a window seat on the hand basket.  Now, I’m just kind of sick.      

Apologies to a friend Clay Wood (link).  His nut ball buddy, Ron Paul doesn’t seem to give a damn that radical Islam wants those bunch of aid giving, nation building, food program establishing, Americans dead but he wants to get rid of the IRS.  I’m rethinking my lukewarm, half-assed McCain support.     

WordPress question

Anyone know why everyone that comments on my blog now looks like they were in a quilting bee?  What’s with the designs?

Ask the Bug

I usually eat lunch with a buddy from work.  I’ll call him “Denton”.  Denton has a habit of picking up the free daily rag here in Nashville, “The City Paper”.  You have one in your town.  We always wind up at “Ask Amy”.  She writes for the Tribune and is syndicated here.  Pretty amazing stuff.  I’m going to do Amy a favor.  Take a look at the actual letter below.

DEAR AMY: Please explain why my husband would choose to drink and party over being with his family. We are at the point of divorce because of his drinking and all that comes with it. He chooses to drink with friends every weekend and at various times during the week. I have begged and pleaded with him to spend more time with his family. 

Please help. – Confused in Ohio

What?  I’ll take this one, A. 

Dear Confused,

On first glance, you seem like kind of a bitch.  You started this letter with “please explain why”.  That sentence alone sounds like a few hundred fingernails on a chalkboard.  Then I have begged and pleaded with him to spend more time with his family.  I’ll interpret this for America.  “I’ve bitched and nagged every moment he is in the house from the time he gets home from work all the way out to his truck to go drink and he still doesn’t want to stay at home.”

Confused, I have spent time in Ohio.  Long enough to receive mail in Ohio.  I know Ohio.  This man doesn’t respect you.  You need to grab him firmly by the mullet and explain to him why you want him home.  Take him across the Ohio River to the Dub Vee.  Show him West Virginia’s vast array of tar paper shacks.  Then back home for the good life.  Let him know it could be (somewhat) worse.

Or just develop a drinking problem and have ’em cold when gets home.  Either way.    

Sincerely, thefullbug

Next?  Send ‘em my way, Amy.  I’ll help you out. 

 

 

two and a half hours with 5 and no college football mentioned?!

Met 5 for lunch then across the way to Starbucks for some coffee and conversation. Snapped this pic of the fireplace while 5 hit the bathroom. The following is the list of categories on this blog. I’ve scratched through the ones we didn’t hit on. Great day!  *Bold type indicates when we spent the most time.  (not listed story of me almost killing myself with a gasoline fire in my backyard from the day before)   

“News stories”
Book Shelf
Church
College Football
I’ll take that punch in the face now
Music
Politics?
social
Spare time
Sports
Stabbing deaths
Stuff
Stupid complaint letters
The Mick
These made the man
TV
Web brilliance
Wha had happened was…
What the…
What would you do?