Republicans got what they wanted

Delay Healthcare legislation

The Republicans got what they wanted. They were successful in putting a stop to the Healthcare Reform Bill that President Obama wanted to come to a vote before the August Congressional Vacation.

What this means is simply this: We probably will not be able to get the Healthcare Bill passed. The Republicans were claiming that it was too fast, too much to handle and that Obama should slow down. All of it of course is a delay tactic to be able to use the time to bring negative ads and badmouth the Democratic initiative. Even if the majority of the American people wanted the Healthcare problem fixed, the Republicans and some Democrats who are more responsive to the lobbying efforts from the Insurance, Drugs and other special interests, they now have plenty of time to interject the negative campaigns from the Carl Rove playbook and confuse Americans with lies and exaggerations.

To the majority of us taxpayers and ordinary folks without health insurance, this is simply not acceptable and we are only hoping that those who hear or watch on television all this garbage that is going to be put out there by Republicans, we are really, really hoping the public does not believe or buy into the Republican crap.

Time will tell, but one thing is certain, the Republicans don’t have the best interest of the country or the American people. They are only loyal to the special interests that fund their campaigns and those, like the Insurance companies, want things to stay the way they are, thank you, which brings in plenty of profits.

The Foreman

Shortly after the incident with the boys who raped me, I was on the other side of the border with my dad taking care of some of the hiring for the fall harvest. I was not really involved but dad thought I should go with him to be more familiar with the family business and the vineyards. I was happy to be out of school and out of Eagle Pass although I was not looking forward to going away to prep school. The property down there is very extensive but it is all cut up in parcels and not cohesive as one large landholding. It is composed of several farms the family had acquired over the years as well as separate large parcels where the grapes are grown. To take care of all of this is not an easy job since the person in charge has to travel long distances over a single day. In charge of all this my family had a man named Pedro. He must have been in his early thirties and the first time I saw him he was riding a little tractor pulling some load to take to one of the fields. I nearly fainted, the guy was a man in every sense of the word. He had strong arms, a very attractive face and was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt which was soaked in the center from his manly sweat. His chin sported a half-assed attempt at a goatee, perhaps he had just started growing it and the other part was a two day growth of beard, which gave him an even rougher appearance, but, oh, so very sexy! He saw my dad and immediately drove over and greeted him: “Como me le va, patroncito?” (how are you doing, boss?) As they talked, I sat at a picnic bench not taking my eyes off this handsome farm god. I had no idea what they were talking about but could tell that somehow it involved me.












Then I saw my dad pull out his wallet and give Pedro some money. He then told me we were going back to the farmhouse and that I was to pick up all my things and put them back in the bag because I was going to spend a few days with Pedro. Pedro was going to take me through the paces and teach me how he runs the properties. I nearly died. I had no idea that this was going to happen and dad just threw it at me without even as much of a discussion. I guess he figured that if I had any say on the matter I would not want to do it, this way, I had little choice. His job was to make a man out of me.
I have to go a little bit into the background of our vineyards and our wine making operations on the other side of the border. The patriarch of the family was my great-grandfather at the time America instituted Prohibition. The old man was so pissed at the American people and the U.S. government for having made such a stupid law that he actually closed all operations north of the border, cut down all the vines and virtually took into exile. He moved the whole family down to the Mexican side, built the farm house that is now the reception center and swore that he would never return to America. As it turned out, he never did, he died in a hospital in Monterrey two days before Prohibition was repealed. He liked his wine you see, not just to make it but to drink it and had a wine cellar in our house in Eagle Pass, at the time, one of the few houses that actually had a basement and running water.
What dad did not know was that the idea of going off with this stud utterly excited me, I could actually look at him from close and his being near was just an exciting prospect. Dad and I went to retrieve the bag I left at the farm house with stuff I had packed for one week. I had no idea that this was going to occur, so basically, I really did not have with me appropriate clothing for this type of activity. Dad then drove me back to Pedro’s place and told me he would be back to get me in a couple of weeks, no hugs, no goodbyes, just a very matter of fact behavior on his part.
Pedro did not return until night fall, and I spent the time tidying up the place, I guess I was already “nesting” waiting for my man to get home. As far as I knew, this guy was as straight as an arrow and almost feared he would find out my attraction for him. When Pedro got home, he first started on me by telling me that the work ethic was the most important thing to any human being and that it was time I learned that. He thought it was admirable that I had taken the initiative to tidy up the place and it pleased him that by having me around it would make it easier on him since he worked so hard that he hardly had time to do any of the housekeeping chores. I saw this as an opening, and answered him that I was more than glad to do it and that even if he thought that I was a rich kid, my parents had housekeepers and cleaning ladies but always insisted that I picked up after myself.
That was exciting and intimidating at the same time. Pedro told me that we had to get up at five in the morning so we better get to bed, he usually was sleep by nine at the latest. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so I took off my clothes and was left in my undies, Pedro on the other hand, took off everything as he slept in the raw. He had turned off the lights but there was enough light coming in from the front porch that I could see his naked glory; it was impressive to say the least. Pedro was not the typical dark skinned Mexican, evidently he had northern Spanish ancestors as he was very white and his hair almost light brown. His eyes too were blue and the guy had a body on him from working hard in the farm, not one of a body builder but a ripped, natural muscled physique. I could almost see his pubic hair and what appeared to be a very large, flaccid dick, uncut, of course. In bed, I turned over to the other side and tried to forget what a stud laid next to me. It was useless. I could not stop thinking about Pedro as the nearness of his naked body was giving me a hard on, I could actually smell him and smell the pillow where I know his head laid the night before and he so kindly shared with me. I know Pedro was not falling sleep either because he tossed and turned but I was also certain he was not going to make the first move. That would mean getting himself fired, let alone getting thrown in jail for molesting a minor. So I did the next best thing I could do. I pretended to be sleep and turned over to face him and sort of put my arm across his chest. I then cuddled up to him and he did not move an inch. I think he was terrified as well. As I put my hand on his chest, I could feel the hair and also felt that his heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. Still, I pretended to be sleep and that my embrace was a totally spontaneous reflex. Pedro had then placed both his arms behind his head and now my whole face was smack into his armpit. Good grief! The guy had the nicest armpits and the musk of masculinity was overwhelming. I did the unthinkable then, I opened my mouth and actually kissed his underarm. Pedro reacted by just humming: Uhmmmmmm to reflect pleasure. I realized right then and there that I could actually go further. It was me seducing him, not the other way around, and if my dad thought Pedro was going to make a man out of me, well, he was wrong, Pedro could make me his bitch instead.
What followed was incredible in any sex book or the wildest of anyone’s sex tale. This was actually the first time that I was in a bed with a guy and the sparks were flying. I started to run my hands up and down his chest while I sucked on his armpit, then I moved to his right nipple, I knew how much sensitivity I had in mine, so I figured he would like that. Like is not the word, the guy went nuts! I then continued my hand exploration and got to his belly and further down into his pubic region. When I got to his cock, he took my hand and stopped it from traveling further. He then said: “Richie, do you know what you are doing? Are you sure you want to do this? I am not so sure that it is a good idea and it could get me into a lot of trouble”. And I answered, “yes, I know what I am doing, I want you in the worst way and I promise I will not tell anyone”. Then he released my hand to allow me to hold his dick. I continued sucking on his right nipple then on to the left. I ran my tongue all over his hairy chest and licked the salty sweat. As I traveled downward I felt a jolt through my body. I was not just producing a lot of pre-cum but I felt I was having a spontaneous ejaculation. This was a first, since I have had wet dreams but never had I cum without touching myself while I was completely awake.
Pedro noticed this and extended his hand to cup my dick while it spilled my man seed. Once I was down in his pubic area and finished panting and breathing heavy, I looked up and saw that Pedro actually brought his hand to his mouth and actually licked his hand that was covered with my boy juice. This turned me on so much that I went for his dick full force, without mercy, I took the big damn thing in my mouth (barely) and started to suck him off. I now had his manhood in my mouth, Pedro was all mine, he was moving, moaning and out of his mind with the pleasure I was giving him. Pedro was reaching the summit of sexuality at this point and I sensed it; so I increased my pace and sucked his dick even harder and faster, taking the whole thing all the way into my throat, lucky for me I am not one of those who has a gag reflex, but instead, I found out that if I sort of did the gargling effect, it would pulsate and give the head of the dick an extra dose of stimulation. This little action was new to me but I found it to be very effective. Pedro announced that he was about to shoot. It was a warning to me in case I wanted to take his dick out of my mouth and let him cum outside, but instead I intensified the gargling effect and he started to shoot his load. I took it into the front of my mouth because I wanted to feel every drop, every precious squirt spill into it and it was sweet. Pedro had not had sex for a while and it was evident. The copious amount of jizz he deposited was generous, so much of it that I would swallow and swallow and thought it would never stop.
Once it was over, he just laid there, spent and satisfied but with a lasting hard on. Pedro did not lose his erection. I kept caressing his dick and he was loving it. I kissed his balls, licking the sweat and enjoying it, but I suspect not as much as he was. Then I got up and sat on his belly, and went for his kiss. He kissed me alright! It was the most passionate kiss I ever had, even rivaling that first kiss Hans had given me. Since I was sitting on Pedro already, I sort of guided his dick into my ass crack and he did not object. He was now harder than before, I mean this dick was like a rock. He was rubbing the head against the opening of my man-pussy and I responded by wiggling and uttering: “si, papi, métemela”, (yes daddy, put it in) And Pedro did. My ass was ready and his dick was all wet and slimy from my saliva and the remnants of his ejaculation. It was not necessary to use any lubrication and my asshole swallowed the head like a hungry dog gobbling down food after not eating for three days. Pedro then said: “Richie, does that hurt you?” I said: “no, papi, I like it, I want more, put it all the way in” Pedro pushed it further and I felt the stimulation of my prostate. It was a wonderful feeling. Pedro had been lying on the bed the whole time and I was the one who had been in charge but things would change. Now Pedro got up, took his dick out of my ass and laid me on my back raising my legs to straddle his shoulders, he rammed his dick into me and started to pump hard. It was then that I felt I was getting close to my second orgasm, and it was also then that I learned the trick to go down on somebody while fucking them. Pedro did this to me, as I started to cum, he bent and engulfed my dick with his mouth, this allowed him to receive my full load and he savored every drop! When he took all of my cum and had swallowed it, he commented: “Dios mio, Richie, tu verga es hasta mas grande que la mia! ” (My God, Richie, your dick is even bigger than mine!) Then Pedro came inside of me, I could feel the warmth of the liquid churning as he was spilling it, with every thrust he let go of one more load. What a fabulous feeling it is to have a macho man like Pedro spill all his seed into your ass.
For me, the two weeks went far too quickly, during the day it was hanging around with Pedro and for him to teach me everything he knew and all he did in the vineyards. At night, he was my lover. Pedro would make love to me three or four times every night and I took his dick up the ass and once in a while I was able to suck him off and get his man juice in my mouth which I think I preferred. The time to go came and my dad arrived and did not say a word. Pedro gave him his report and it was all very favorable. He told him that he had a great son and that he should have no qualms about leaving me in charge once he wanted to retire. For that, I am grateful to Pedro. I was only able to hook up with Pedro one more time before the summer was over. Then I was sent off to that God awful preparatory academy in Corpus Christi.










 

Josephine Baker

Josephine Baker is considered to be one of the most sensual performers of all times.

On April 8^th, 1975 this worthy and courageous woman at the age of sixty eight put on a very special presentation at the Bobino Theater in Paris to celebrate her 50^th year as an entertainer. Among the many prominent people who were part of the attendees was Princess Grace of Monaco and Sophia Loren. Just a few days afterwards, the living legend came to an end when Josephine went into a coma from a cerebral hemorrhage and died on April 12 of the same year. The funeral procession that followed her death through the streets of Paris was of awesome proportions.

Josephine Baker was the first American woman who received military honors in France. She was interred in Monaco.

I can understand the frustration many black entertainers in those days felt. Can you imagine playing to an all white audience, you being the black performer possibly earned as much as any in the public if not more and then when the performance was over you had to haul ass to the ghetto because you couldn’t even stay around to eat at a restaurant or sleep in any of the hotels?

Josephine Baker was one of many who took to exile because they simply could not accept being discriminated. That tragically was not the same for most American blacks; they had to stay and endure the indignities of apartheid and the hatred of bigotry.

To say that this is over is not accurate, as there are still pockets of discrimination and hatred left in this country. It is curious to observe that these areas of racism exist in the same “Red States” that voted Republican in the last few elections. Things are getting better for blacks, slowly and they are way overdue.

Now consider this: When you look at racism in America and homophobia, the same pockets of racial divides exist alongside sexual discrimination. Racism and homophobia walk hand in hand under the Republican umbrella. That is why I find it hard to understand why some black folks are also homophobic, taking into consideration what they have been through. But it is about religion and that is the most unreasonable of all motivations. Blacks know about discrimination and in theory they don’t want it for somebody else, but are unwilling to step up to the plate in solidarity with LGBT people. That is those who are extremely religious, or Evangelicals.

Just as it is very hard even to this day to be black in Louisiana, Alabama or Utah, it is even harsher for LGBT people. I think that blacks should re-think this religion based discrimination.

Her Quotations:

< "One day I realized I was living in a country where I was afraid to be black. It was only a country for white people. Not black. So I left. I had been suffocating in the United States... A lot of us left, not because we wanted to leave, but because we couldn't stand it anymore... I felt liberated in Paris."

"Beautiful? It's all a question of luck. I was born with good legs. As for the rest... beautiful, no. Amusing, yes."

"I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely."

< "Since I personified the savage on the stage, I tried to be as civilized as possible in daily life."

Marian Anderson, one of the most celebrated black singers of all time was denied lodging while in Washington after a performance. First lady Eleanor Roosevelt came to her support.

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EYE CANDY BECAUSE OF MY SWEET TOOTH

The origin of the Scriptures

We are most often preoccupied with the origin of the universe or tormented by questions such as “where does man come from?” or “who created God?” But we don’t often ask where does the Bible come from? Who wrote the Bible? The reason we don’t question it is because it is part of a mysticism, a folklore of attributing “holy” or “sacred” status to these writings.
As we all know, the Church, in particular the Catholic Church has had so much power and has for centuries been in control of governments and could pretty well do whatever they wanted. So the Church, seeing the need to solidify its control, made it a crime to question the Scriptures. If you were accused of heresy, blasphemy or question the authority of the Church, you could easily pay with your life. The consequences of even questioning the Scriptures were catastrophic. Western society went through The Reformation, and this was a rebellion against the Church, its dogma and its ideology. Many men lost their lives in the Religious Wars and many more were affected by the Inquisition. To question the Church started then to become easier away from the spheres of influence of the Vatican. But religions in general continued to embrace the concept of not questioning the Scriptures. It was essential for their survival even if they were no longer part of the Catholic monopoly on faith manipulation.
Of course we know that the Scriptures were first handed down orally, eventually they started to write them down. But since most people could not read or write, the Church offered the masses someone who could…the priest. Catholic tradition does not include the members of a congregation to become heavily involved in biblical studies. The Reformation and the invention of the press made the Scriptures a lot more accessible to the masses as more people learned to read. Sacred Scripture--WHAT IS IT? Calliope, November 2008 by Karima Alavi “Scripture is any sacred writing or book. But, must it be something written on paper, in the form of a text or book? If yes, then what about revelations made before paper was invented? In very early times, people used animal skins, bones, papyrus, and sometimes even stones as paper. Are these writings less believable simply because they were recorded before the concept of the book even existed? Must a sacred scripture be written at all? What about the ancient peoples who passed along their traditions orally? Much of the belief system of the American Indians was not written down until the 20th century…”Before the Bible was written, it was spoken. The stories were told and passed on within the community. Even after the earliest Scriptures were written down, they were still read out loud in community. Individuals were encouraged to memorize large portions of scriptures as a means of creating a strong sense of identity and preserving the traditions. "We are the inheritors of both the ancient Scriptures and the centuries of interpretation they have inspired. We hear the Bible; we read the Bible; we sing the Bible; we pray the Bible; we preach the Bible; we study the Bible; and all of this shapes our understanding."
From Stories to Scrolls to One Sacred Book The Bible is not a single book. Rather, it is a library, a collection of literature written by different authors in different contexts over a span of centuries. Some books, such as the Genesis, originated orally and were later written down; others, such as the letters of Paul, were written first. By the time of Jesus, many scrolls of ancient writings were circulating. Some of these were accepted as Scripture. Most important was the Torah, the first five books of the Bible.
The most authoritative writings later became part of the Jewish canon. A canon is a list of books considered authoritative as Scripture by a particular religious community. The Tanakh The Jewish canon is called the TaNaKh, an acronym for the three parts of the their Bible: • Torah (tor-AH) -- The Law, also called the Pentateuch (Greek for "five books") • Nebiim ( neh-veh-EEM) -- The Prophets • Ketubim (keh-tu-VEEM) -- The Writings Look at a list of the Books of the Tanakh and its three divisions.
The canonization of of the Jewish Bible happened after the crucifixion of Jesus and the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem by Rome in 70 A.D. Before 70 A.D., Judaism was centered on the Temple and its rituals; after the Temple was gone, a new central focus had to be found-- the TaNaKh. Neither the Scriptural focus nor the exact form and order of the Jewish Bible were decided over night; "canonization" of TaNaKh was an ongoing process that extended until about 1000 A.D.

Therefore, I pose this to you this situation: Suppose we have a room full of people, about 200, and in one corner of the room I say to the person next to me: “Mary just arrived, pass it on” Then this person turns and says to the next person: “Mary just arrived from Jerusalem, pass it on” Then this person says: “Mary just arrived from Jerusalem in a donkey, pass it on” And then that person says: “Mary just arrived from Jerusalem on a donkey and she was pregnant, pass it on”. The next thing you know this one says to the next fellow: “Mary just arrived from Jerusalem on a donkey, pregnant, but they say that Joseph is not the father, pass it on”. Before you know it, the logical extension to the rumor is to adapt it to the person’s own philosophy to justify that Mary is pregnant and Joseph is a cuckold: “Mary just arrived in Jerusalem in a donkey, pregnant and Joseph is not the father, she was impregnated by God himself and she is carrying in her belly the Savior, the Messiah.”

I think that you can see the point. Before there was the written word, everything had to be memorized and passed down from one generation to the next. What went on during this process is impossible to evaluate. It is a lot easier to memorize passages if they rhyme for example. It is necessary to use repetition in order to remember the story being told; the Bible was written in paraphrases full of imagery and fables. The object is almost always to impart some message of wisdom or a way to make the listener adhere to some principles of morality or common sense into their lives. It is always a bit more exaggerated in order for the listener to remember it. I maintain that the more outlandish the miracle, the more extraordinary the situation, it becomes easier to remember. After all, nobody is going to remember a mundane and ordinary event in our every day lives. It is by far easier to remember for example: Jesus went to the Temple and in a fit of rage over the commercialism; he knocked down the merchant’s tables. Or Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, or he multiplied the bread, or he walked on water, or Mary was a virgin, or God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. The more fantastic the “miracle” the easier for the listener to remember. Then blind faith takes over and to the listener this becomes reality.
The Bible and its stories are therefore all true and this is the word of God. Then again, let us not forget that the Bible is not the only Book of Scriptures that claims to be “holy, sacred, or divinely inspired”. There are others, like the Koran and so forth. This tells me that the exclusivity claimed by our Western Christian religions is not infallible and that they don’t have a monopoly on being the bearers of the word of God.

There is one program on television called “The naked archeologist” and this guy is going around all these sites in the Middle East trying to put two and two together and actually prove to the world that all these Biblical stories really did happen. Whether they did or not, it is not the point. The important thing is that even if the Bible has some historical validity, it is not “the word of God” nor is it more sacred or holy just because this archeologist finds some ruins that he says is the actual place where Jesus walked or performed this miracle or the other. That argument does not convince me, nor does it vindicate any of the Biblical passages. It is still conjecture and speculation, it is fairy tales and contradictions, it is at the same time full of ambiguities. It is by far easier for me to think of the origin of things in terms of a “BIG BANG” which is a little bit more consistent with reason and logic although not the ultimate explanation, and I really doubt that with our limited intellect we could even begin to understand the origin of the universe. For those who still insist that the world is only 6,000 years old, I present them with very concrete proof that it is not; as is the numerous fossilized finds that are millions of years old. There are others that would tell you that it is stupid to doubt the Bible such as the one I am quoting by Luke Timothy Johnson: “Luke Timothy Johnson has an essay in this week’s Commonweal upon which I would like to comment. Are the Sacred Scriptures true? Certainly they are. Here is why: Jesus is either the Son of God, or He was a madman. He worked miracles; He rose from the dead—these are solid historical facts. These vindicate His claim to be divine. Therefore, He is the Son of God. Christ founded a Church. He gave authority to His Church. After He ascended into heaven, Christ’s Church… 1) produced the books of the New Testament. 2) decreed that the books of the Old Testament are holy 3) organized, preserved, and handed down the Bible. The Church teaches that the Bible is the infallible written Word of God. When we read it, we can be certain that God is speaking to us.
The $10,000 question is: How can we understand Him when we read His Word? The books of our dear Bible were originally written in languages which few of us can read. We rely on experts to translate. Even when we read the Bible in English, many parts of it are notoriously difficult to understand. These books were written a long time ago, by people who had things on their minds that we do not.
Therefore, we rely on experts to explain the Scriptures to us. Above all, we have to remember that the Scriptures belong to the Church. After all, the reason we trust these books is that the Church of Christ tells us that we should! Dr. Johnson’s essay contains a few statements which I think are untrue: 1) Modern science has demonstrated that the universe does NOT have three stories, heaven, earth, and hell. In fact, science can neither prove nor disprove this. The fact that the universe has three “stories” is something we learn from divine Revelation. There is no question that the universe does have three stories: heaven, the material cosmos, and hell. 2)

The Bible is historically inaccurate. There is no good reason to doubt that the history recorded in the Bible is accurate. For much of what is recounted, we have only the Bible as a historical record. On the other hand, other historical documents and artifacts corroborate some of the information in the Bible. None of the accounts in the Bible have ever been disproved by other documents or artifacts. Of course, not everything written in the Bible is history. The Psalms, the prophecies, and the letters are not histories. The account of creation is not a ‘history.’ It cannot be, because the sun is not created until the fourth day. In history, we have no way of measuring days other than the sun. So the seven ‘days’ of Genesis 1 are something other than 24-hour intervals. 3) According to Dr. Johnson, the real question is: Is the world which the Bible ‘imagines’ true? This question is absurd, because there in only one world, one cosmos. Reality and imagination are different. If the Bible ‘imagines’ things that are not real, then it is not true. But we know that what the Bible teaches is true. Therefore, the only possible source of error would be our own understanding of what the Bible means. To put my commentary on Dr. Johnson’s article in a nutshell: In academic circles, the truth of the Bible is regarded as a problem. But it is not a problem at all. The Bible is definitely true. The problem is: We ourselves are inadequate to the task of understanding the Bible fully. We have to keep trying, of course. And we can have confidence in the explanations which our Fathers offer us. (The Fathers of the Church, the Holy Father, etc. Individual priests can make mistakes.) But if anyone ever claims to have given the definitive interpretation of even one verse of the Bible, you know he is a snakeoil salesman. The Bible has altogether more meaning than any single human mind can handle. We are fools if we doubt the Bible. Also, we are fools if we do not doubt our own interpretation of the Bible. All scripture is inspired of God. He may use whatever means he may to inspire men to do good and o testify of His divinity. He used his son Jesus the Christ, the apostles and prophets. He will even let Satan use he power he has been given to warn man of the impending danger of using evil as a means of doing so called good. He testifies of His divinity by using the simple things in life, things that people will understand and apply in their lives. All scripture is of God is so far as God’s word has been translated correctly.”

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Bill Maher was one of the first to criticize President Bush and he paid a dear price for it. Right after 9/11 and the start of the war in Iraq, Bill Maher sort of had to “disappear” from public view. He was called many things and not until recently he has surfaced again to regale us with his wit and humor. He can be brutal in his observations but I think the dude is very honest. Bill is a self-proclaimed atheist. Here is the URL for his website: http://therealbillmaher.blogspot.com/ Mary Ann Kreitzer, president of the Catholic Media Coalition, an umbrella group of Catholic organizations, called the comments, “a horrifying anti-Catholic diatribe.” When your comedy is so lousy that you must resort to smearing an institution that has followers on every continent of the globe, that has withstood centuries of history and turbulence, then been instrumental in the development of Western civilization, then you’ve failed as a comedian. This is not uncommon for liberals like Maher. The Catholic Church is the perfect target for individuals who resent any limitations on their words and actions. Liberals especially resent limits on killing unborn babies in the womb, pre-marital sex, pornography, birth control, and sleeping in on Sunday morning. Yes, an oppressive institution, this Catholic Church. No wonder Maher is salivating venom when he speaks. Fortunately, Maher did not attack Islam or the Prophet Muhammed (who really was molesting nine year old girls) because that would be offensive. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Some quotes I like:
“It’s sad about Iran. What do you expect about a country? It's a government propped up by oil money that’s led by a religious wacko. Kind of like Alaska.” Bill Maher

“I would never say that Republicans are all racist. That’s ridiculous and wrong. But if you’re a racist nowadays in America, you’re probably a Republican.” Bill Maher

“The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border? “ Pablo Casals

“Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I hate them! “ Albert Einstein

“Patriotic societies seem to think that the way to educate school children in a democracy is to stage bigger and better flag-saluting." S.I. Hayakawa  


DOES THE WORD FASCISM MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?

The Fellowship believes that the elite win power by the will of God, who uses them for his purposes. Its mission is to help the powerful understand their role in God’s plan. The Family represents "Jesus plus nothing," as its leader, Doug Coe, puts it, the "totalitarianism of God," in the words of an early Family leader, a vision that encompasses not just social issues but also the kind of free-market fundamentalism that is the real object of devotion for core members and insiders. At the heart of the Family's spiritual advice for its proxies in Congress is the conviction that the market's invisible hand represents the guidance of God, and that God wants his "new chosen" to look out for one another. "The Fellowship's reach into governments around the world is almost impossible to overstate or even grasp."[5] Core members and associates of the Fellowship deny that the Fellowship exists.[6] The group which is linked to many prominent American politicians, primarly conservative Republicans, has been the subject of controversy for its secrecy, involvement in sex scandals, ties to third-world dictators and oppressive regimes, and approving references to Adolf Hitler, terrorist and 9/11 mastermind Osama bin Laden, Cambodian despot Pol Pot, and the Mafia. The Fellowship is built on the "Hitler Concept" based on a covenant among a political avant garde. (SOURCE: WIKIPEDIA, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Family_(Christian_political_organization) What disturbs most of us the most is this Mafia-like structure and even more disturbing is the “Hitler Concept” which is in few words a FASCIST organization. Do we really need to even offer any kind of validation to such organization? Do American Presidents need to attend their “prayer breakfasts”? I think we need to come down on the bastards the same way we came down on the Mafia and break them up by exposing their outlandish ideas and methods. Period, no more no less, let’s unmask them for what they are. I think that we should turn the Attorney General on them and bring all this shit to light. If there was ever a conspiracy theory about Fundamentalists trying to take over the government this is as close as you can get. We know this as a fact: that the many congressmen that have at one time or another lived there are Republicans and most of them have been caught at one time or another in some scandalous, adultery situation. These dudes cover each other’s ass and even think that because they are “special” that they can get away with it. Most of them by the way, when someone else is exposed for an adulterous affair, they come out and condemn and demand they resign.