Fairweather

LOL are there 500,000 people (number of people on no-fly list) associated with bombs on airplane? just because their name is similar to that of some wacko or because they are anti-war activists? You are a dangerous liberticidal phony who always gargles about 'freedom' Nation states have a right to control their borders. Part of that whole Westphalian thing you despise so much. Maybe we should just get rid of the metal detectors too?

Well sign me up for a contribution. This camera shit is out of control.

That's rich coming from a thug that cheered on Bush while he was busy forcing upon us his liberticidal policies, including snooping on communications, no fly lists, etc ... irony is generally lost on conservatives, which no doubt explains their tendency towards fundementalism as well Policies Obama has continued without exception. (Where is your outrage, Comrade Tool!) Do you really think keeping people who are associated with bombs off of airplanes is a bad idea? You're delusional. Ivan too.

1 - We're talking local politics here TTK. Try to keep up. 2 - Do you honestly believe one dime of these fines reduce taxes? 3 - 85% of the red light fines are for passing the stop bar on a free right turn. Municipalities have shortened the yellow-light timers from 4 seconds to 3.5, or, in some cases, 3 seconds. Cha Ching.

The real estate tax rates are pretty reasonable in Seattle: There's two rates: One for downtown & near north (Belltown/Queen Anne) 10.82722 per thousand. On a "low" priced building assessed at 400K = $4330.88 The rest of the city is more reasonable: 8.68790 per thousand. On the same 400K = $3475.16 Especially considering there is no income tax rate - the taxes here are not a burden. Unless you are in the lower income brackets and then are acutely aware of our regressive sales tax. Taxes and death; nothing is free. Get used to it. $11.62 in Tacoma. That makes your $400k home come it at $4,648 down here. Now we have school districts running off-cycle bond elections and, of course, threats to shut down parks. Like I said in my post--if you bothered to read the disclaimer--I don't mind the taxes so much as the ungrateful and entitlement attitude put forth by the likes of Prole, j_b, and you. How much will be enough?

Willful ignorance: a lefty trademark. My federal taxes are a pretty good deal. Too good, even! My local taxes are bordering on criminal. Assuming a sniveling little punk like you works at all; might I inquire as to which state agency have you and your bullshit union have affixed yourselves?

Once you realize that this is a scam, you dedicate your entire being toward the elimination of P. We're free...except for the taxes.

I can tell you've probably never experienced the joy of writing a check to your county treasurer for several thousand dollars for nothing more than the privilege of living in the home you worked so hard to own for another twelve months. It wouldn't be so bad, but for punks like you who have the audacity to then tell me it's not enough.

...just to keep up with state and local taxes! (And those fucking red light camera fines you do-gooders foisted upon us.)

This has been out there for a while, but here it is--The World's Greatest Divorce Letter: Dear Connie, I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I've never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you. It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the FUCKING remote is. Love, Dan

Who held the fire extinguisher? Hell, I may yet become a believer...in spontaneous human combustion.

the only folks scratching their heads are fools like you who were never on homeboy's side to begin w/ and in fact want nothing more than to see him fall flat on is face, no matter what it takes, even if collectively the whole country goes down the sitter in the process was it a break from tradition? sure - but it was dipshit tradition to begin with - pretend to play all nice and ignore the cocksuckers who are working hard to make the world a worse place? no thanks. hey check it out - the sou hasn't always been this way- everyone from jefferson to wilson just wrote it down. traditions change. Fools like me, eh? Who are "working hard to make America a worse place?" Are you serious? Trying to make America a better place via naive bullshit like his health care reform "plan" won't help anyone. I think I've given Obama credit where it's due, but the incompatibility of his ideology with American norms was apparent well before "fools like you" elected him. His inexperience (on a par with that of, say, Sarah Palin) was on display the other night as well, and the decorum that you poo poo at the very least helps maintain a facade that sets our presidents apart from dictatorial thugs. Obama's State of the Union speech wasn't at all about the state of the union--it was about Obama.

Lemmiwinks.

TTK keeps his ferret in a "safe place".

Really? He could always try an FDR-esque court stacking scheme. Constitutional even!

Separation of powers? Get Fucking Real. You know NOTHING about government. Might have something to do with the fact that you've had zero direct experience with it. Oh really? We can compare resumes if you like. FYI: Hanging out in front of the Freemont Chapter of the ACLU like some kind of groupie doesn't rate as high as, say, passing the LSAT.

So did I. But being publicly railed at during such an event is unsettling in a balance of powers context. Don't you think?

I hear Thai women really like that. Yr wife sure does!!! spurt spurt spurt She told me that half-drop you coughed up didn't even make it past your first knuckle.

Obama using the occasion of a State of the Union speech to personally blast the Supreme Court and lecture the Democrat-controlled Senate in a paternal-like fashion is downright scary. My guess is that some folks are really scratching their heads about this guy today.

I hear Thai women really like that.

Great book! I suspect it would take only 5 or six hours out on the trail with j_b for one to begin contemplating suicide in the most horrific manner available.

None of your solutions sound very Earth-friendly. Good luck getting the Epson BULLSHIT driver left-overs out of your registry. K-12 could use more ex-cops. I'm happy with my Canon. Printer. I mean.

Word of the day? Ya know, I think I actually like it better than "neanderthal".

as if we needed to get into all the well documented suppressions of the minority-lower class vote by regressives over the years, stolen elections like in Florida in 2000 and Ohio in 2004, the systematic swift boating of candidates and elected officials by attack media financed by regressive billionaires, the worsening lack of political education of the public by dumb corporate media that pander to the lowest common denominator, the low voter turn out over the last ~50 years compared to many democracies, etc Note that many of these practices are totally absent in many advanced countries. Northern Europe comes to mind. Fair enough. But I doubt you'll find institutional corruption "totally absent" in Scandinavian countries. In any event, the political ills you condemn here are far worse--and much more personal--in the rest of the world. I doubt the standards you envision are possible--or even entirely desirable. For what it's worth (your endless proclamations of membership in the 'educated classes' notwithstanding) your spelling is just downright awful. You should be embarrassed. Seriously. I suspect you may not even realize that you are part of the LCD you so often criticize.

Please tell us where and when this has ever been less so the case than here.