Ron Silver Was A True Patriot; Let’s Enjoy His Horrific Death Scene From Timecop

Now don’t be put off by the length.  I’ve cued the video up to the proper moment.  You don’t have to watch all nine minutes, my ADD-addled minions.

As for the video itself, I’m not entirely clear what’s happening to him, but it sort of looks like he’s being turned inside out and then into pudding.  Whatever it is, that’ll learn him.

Now if you didn’t enjoy that, then go ahead and watch a 67-year-old woman do a provocative dance.  You’re welcome.

Oh, Just Go And Watch The Second Episode of Misfits

I’ve got way, way too much on my mind tonight, and this is a perfect diversion.  You’re welcome.

BREAKING: Exclusive Footage of Former Speaker Nancy Pelosi After Losing The Gavel

Hey, Look! It’s Been Ten Years Since The Left Said Not To Drill For Oil Because It Would Take Ten Years To Get To Market!

Doesn't Want You To Drill

Ten years ago gasoline prices spiked at the pump.  After several years in the $1.50/gallon range (even dipping as low as $0.97/gallon for a brief period of time in 1997), suddenly we were paying $2.00/gallon, then $2.10, then $2.20.

I was unemployed at the time and trying to get through a Summer training program for which I had budgeted my savings very carefully.  I remember getting increasingly anxious every time the price went up because I had not made provisions for a huge gasoline price increase, and the increases hurt.

Now, more sensible people at the time were encouraging the government to ease restrictions on domestic oil exploration, especially in ANWR, but the Democrats objected that we shouldn’t despoil the pristine wilderness.  And besides, they said with the short-sightedness for which they are known, it will take ten years for any new oil to make it to the market and have an impact on pump prices.

Now I’ve always thought that the ten years timeframe was primarily pulled out of their collective asses, because (a) it probably wouldn’t take ten years and (b) a substantive commitment to domestic oil exploration would have sent a message to the rest of the world that would most likely have had an impact on oil prices.

But even if the  Left had been right, it’s now been ten years.  Wouldn’t it be nice to have some of that oil making its way to the pumps right about now?

It could have been, too, if the Republicans had fought for it, but they didn’t, because they’re Republicans, and caving in to shrieking buffoons is what they do best.

So how about we start drilling now?

Another Day Another Demonization of Republicans

Robert Stacy McCain points out the all-too-familiar but nonetheless deeply depressing double-standard that is applied to the GOP by the MFM, to the point that simple, basic fundraising rises to the level of a scandal as the RINOs run for cover.

“Democrats can go to prison for corruption (Rep. William Jefferson of Louisiana) or be censured for ethics violations (Rep. Charlie Rangel of New York) and no reporter ever considers this a reflection on the Democratic Party in general. Yet every would-be Woodward and bush-league Bernstein knows in his heart that GOP politicians are all crooked, so that an army of intrepid investigative journalists stands eternally ready to pounce on the Pulitzer Prize to be won by exposing a Republican scandal. And while they wait for the next great “-Gate” to come along, they amuse themselves by making nefarious Nixonian mountains out of the routine molehills of politics.”

Go over there and read the whole thing.  The new Congressmen are going to need balls of steel to stand up to this nonsense.  Fortunately, some of them appear to have just that, and the new Speaker certainly does.

And speaking of the new Speaker, I just discovered that when I type “john boehner” into Google, Google helpfully recommends “john boehner affair” as its first search option.

Well isn’t that helpful?  Can’t let a moment go to waste before demonizing the man for the sin of being Republican.

Eskimo Kissing Cobie Smulders

The best moment of my day was when I dreamed I was eskimo kissing with Cobie Smulders.  Why we were kissing eskimos rather than each other, I’ll never understand, but you take what you can get.

Yeah, that's right. She did it with me.

In further news I was watching a rerun of “Glee” tonight.  I haven’t been a big fan, but lately I’m getting caught up in it, in spite of the several instances of conservative bashing that normally drives me away from a show pretty much for good.  What can I say?  These people have talent, and I love watching them sing and dance, in spite of the fact that they hold me and mine in contempt.

But they really start to lose me with stuff like this:

I like singing and dancing.  I don’t like attitude just for the apparent sake of attitude, and I especially don’t like New York-centric attitude.  Listen, I lived in New York for years, and I hope to live in New York again.  But being in New York doesn’t make you special, and it’s pathetic to see anyone asserting otherwise.

That video makes the characters look like naive douches, at best.

But damn it, I can’t help liking Glee in spite of that.  And even though she has disappointed me tremendously by acting like a bully and an asshole in Newsweek, there are few people on television who give me more pleasure than Jane Lynch.

Hoarders/Rush Limbaugh in 1994

One thing I really love about Twitter is the way it can turn television watching into a communal experience, especially for those of us who tend to be watching alone.  I can’t do it if I’m really invested in a drama, but if I’m only mildly interested, Twitter sharing can boost my interest, and if it’s a reality show like A&E’s “Hoarders,” it can become almost a transcendent experience.

LOLWHUT?

Now I differ from most of my Twitter brethren insofar as my first response to the hoarders on Hoarders is pure heartbreak.  I feel so bad for these people, even when they are at their most revolting and obnoxious.  I can’t help myself.  I’ve had too many years of dealing with crazy people, and I’m more or less inured to it.

Here’s a clip for your enjoyment.  It involves poo.  You’re welcome.

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Nah, you know what?  Here’s Rush Limbaugh on an episode of Hearts Afire from 1994 instead.  Find your own poo videos!

Nancy Stafford — Oh My Sweet Lord

Look, I don’t want to get all pervy or anything, but:

Well, *drool*

I spent several hours this evening watching Matlock reruns on the Hallmark Movie Channel.  I’ve never liked Matlock, and Andy Griffith has been on my crap list ever since he made those commercials shilling for ObamaCare, but my father, like so many elderly people, has a thing for Matlock, so Matlock it was tonight!

And it grew on me.  Maybe I’m just drawn to the fact that the characters have jobs and purposes (being unemployed, I’ve had none of the former and only a small amount of the latter), and there’s a gentility to Matlock that’s finally appealing to me.  Maybe it’s the fact that I’m over 40 now and that’s simply when they start to get you.  Maybe Matlock is broadcast on some bizarre frequency that stimulates the neural cortexes of the over 40 crowd.

Or maybe it’s just the fact that Nancy Stafford is heavenly.  I mean, good job, God!  From that pert nose to that gorgeous blond hair, and when she showed up in one scene wearing a clingy little black dress, I almost fainted.

If I’d been a production assistant on Matlock twenty years ago, I would have been fired for stalking Nancy Stafford.

In fact, I was a production assistant on Matlock twenty years ago, and I did get fired for stalking Nancy Stafford.  No regrets!

Getting A Little Catholicy On You

Look, folks, I’ve got to be honest: things are really bad right now.  I’m unemployed, I’m trying to keep my father from having to go into a nursing home, and I’m failing.  I cannot get my siblings to hold off on doing it, and I’m freaking out, not only because I don’t want this to happen to my father, but I don’t know where I’m going to live once his condo has been sold to pay for his care.

This is brand new territory for me.  Until two years ago when the economy crashed, I simply used to be able to work and support myself.  Being unemployed for two solid years is just not familiar ground for me.

And I’m scared.

And when I’m the most frightened, that’s when I cling the most tenaciously to my Catholicism, and I need to know His love and compassion right now.

With that in mind, please enjoy this lovely, lovely rendition of the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.  If you’re impatient, the singing starts about three minutes in:

Here’s Part One:

Part Two:

And here’s Part Three:

New Year’s Day Mishmash

Well, folks, 2010 was one lousy, lousy year, and 2011 doesn’t seem to have much going for it in the near term, either.  I begin this year hanging on for dear life and just hoping that the crap pile doesn’t get any higher anytime soon.

But there are small pleasures to be found anyway, thank God!  For example, WGN America on New Year’s Eve played a special television version of Daryl Hall’s outstanding live performance web show Live From Daryl’s House.  Here’s a clip of Todd Rundgren performing Daryl’s song “Wait For Me.”  Enjoy!

But Daryl Hall didn’t provide all of the small comforts I found over the last couple of days.  Here’s another: