Words Fail Me category archive
Lord Love a Duck! 0
I had been under the comfortable delusion that Chia Pets had gone the way of Pet Rocks until my friend brought home her birthday present.

It comes in two flavors: “Determined” and “Happy.”
Misdirection Plays, Mountaintop Removal Department 2
This is really too stupid for words.
But not at all surprising, given Republicans’ pervy preoccupation with sex.
He Vas Followink Orders 0
The defendant testifies in the Philadelphia should-have-been-a-RICO trial.
The Cult of Apple 0
Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up.
Twits on Twitter 0
Twitting is beyond him:
But (Philadelphia City–ed.) Councilman Jim Kenney apparently needs help. Professional help.
The at-large councilman is spending $28,800 in taxpayer money this fiscal year for the Center City-based company ChatterBlast to perfect his “social-media strategy.” The company monitors his Twitter and Facebook pages, and has posted on Kenney’s campaign-funded website.
No other Council member pays a contractor to help with Twitter. Just Kenney, who has the third-priciest staff on Council. He has 10 staff members with a payroll of $654,034, including his salary – plus another outside communications consultant.
Scouting the Enemy 0
A Republican have apparently decided that the Girl Scouts have gone over the edge into radicalism, based on “a small amount of web research.”
Really, what is there to add?
Clueless in the Country Club 0
If you need more evidence that the Party of Privilege has no idea what life is like for the peons . . . .
Follow the link for the direct quote.
Don’t Believe Everything You Read. 0
I met someone recently who thought “Santorum” actually means what Teh Google says it means (no, I’m not putting that definition here; Google it if you must).
Really and truly.
We explained the concept of “Google Bomb.”
Twits on Twitter 2
So much for Twitter as a conduit of information (Warning: Language.)
Via BlagHag, who concludes that there is no hope for humanity.
Republican Donations 0
Honestly, you couldn’t make this stuff up.
Just Cain’t Help Missing the Point 0
This has been nagging at me for several days now.
Wednesday, Edward Wasserman wasted precious electrons at Philly dot com wondering whether charges that Herman Cain committed long-term adultery should matter as regards his apparently defunct campaign for the Republican presidential nomination.
Wasserman did not mention the several charges–charges made credible by settlements paid by his employer–of Cain’s using or attempting to use his privilege, position, and power to extort sexual favors from persons subordinate to him.
Furrfu.
Can’t Win for Losing Dept. 0
Offered without comment:
MPs from the ruling conservative party proposed the regulation, on the grounds that Budapest could not cope with the large number of people on the streets.
New Fight Song for Penn State (Updated) 0
Also under consideration for inclusion in the Catholic Missal.
Addendum:
The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette discusses the Old Boys Club:
Game Over 0
Oh, my.
Friedhild Miller, 42, won the money on the German version of “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire” on Monday. On Tuesday, a few hours before she was due to show up for work as a secretary in a car transport firm, she was sacked by her employer, named only as Salvador S., with a text message saying “you don’t really need money at the moment and I’ve got none to give away.”
La Cosa Nostra 0
Omerta in action:
During the invitation-only dinner for Archbishop Charles J. Chaput at a parish hall in Montgomery County, Chaput singled out Lynn in the crowd and noted how difficult the ordeal has been for him, according to one priest who attended and two people briefed by others at the gala.
Much of the audience, which included hundreds of priests, then stood and applauded, said the sources, who asked not to be identified.
Now You Too Can Have Your Own Trigger 0
I guess I’m old and cranky, but I find treating the family pet in this manner to be somehow profoundly disrespectful to the pet.
And slightly icky.
For clients, who pay from $800 to $1,800, the final product allows them to keep their best friends around forever, resting near the fireplace, at the foot of the bed, wherever.
Afterthought:
After talking with a friend, apparently it is just me.







