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Christmas is a birthday party for a guy who didn't listen to his parents, pissed off the leaders of his community, decided he was the son of God, and has been dead for almost 2000 years. What's up with that?

I just want to ce-le-brate another long-dead hi-ppie.
I just want to ce-e-le-brate another wierdo freak!

Whatever. Nothing to see here. Move along folks. Nothing to see here. It's all under control.

PS: and what's the deal with the dead tree thing?

Well, arrays are actually quite nice. It's dealing with the god damned things that pisses me off to the point where I decide arrays in and of themselves suck. Suck a big fat leprous dick. I hate arrays when they suck. I like them when they array nicely, but for the most part they don't. I'm sitting here with a healthy buzz on wondering exactly what "SG" wants from my world (and bet your ass that psycho bitch wants something cuz she aint never had a thought in her subhuman head other than aquisition of assets and the utilization of others) and trying to figure out why I need to and how I'm going to deal with an array that does nothing more than deal with an array I already created. I was so proud of that nice orderly little array. An array of arrays no less - one of the really neato arrays our planet has available. Aw for christ's sake just gimme three thousand god damned variables and I'll deal with them. Tell me a fucking variable is actually an element of an array that I'm going to have to access through its cock sucking class and I'm totally fuggered by it all.

*It* - not my family recipe egg nog.

My family recipe egg nog is the best egg blowme nog you're ever going to wrap your lips around and swallow. You take an 8 ounce glass of milk - FRESH milk - and three raw eggs. You crack the eggs gently so's you don't break the yolk or get pieces of nasty fucking egg shell in your nog and GENTLY introduce them to the milk. Use a big damned glass okay? See, you're adding three eggs with no shell pieces and unbroken yolks to eight ounces of cow juice so you're going to need a glass a wee bit bigger than all that. Where the hell was I? Oh yeah. Now you gotta mix this stuff all together, but don't be using no power tool on it okay? Just use a spoon, and don't get too nutso on it either. It's not a race and if you hurry it'll suck like your ugly sister doin' dick down on the dock. Okay so you slowly stir the eggs with unbroken yolks and no shell pieces into the eight ounces of very fresh grade A cow juice. The yolks is gonna break in there eventually, so don't get all a-twitter about it. Just don't be thinking "I better get all these fuckin yolks busted up right quick" cuz it's the wrong way to do it. So no biggie - you stir gentle as you was doin' a virgin and eventually the yolks pop. Now, sorta like with the virgin gal, you can start really laying into the mother fucker. Stir like a crazed egg nog stirrer till the shit starts foamin' up. Good!

Did I mention you're gonna need a small bit of nutmeg and maybe some cinnamon? Don't be using no lame-ass 'cinnamon sticks' - get fucking cinnamon okay? And don't be thinking "hey this shit worked last year so it's like totally cool still" because it ain't. You pretty much gotta use fresh fresh fresh or you're shit's gonna stink so bad even you're own mother won't change your diapers. So I hope I said you need the nutmeg and the cinnamon because you need them like earlier today, or maybe yesterday afternoon. Aw shit I forgot where I was again. OH YEAH!!! No problem - you got your unbroken yolks with no shell bits stirred gently then passionately into your eight ounces of high quality grade A joy-upon-joys milk, and you got some nice fresh nutmeg and cinnamon handy. Add a tiny pinch of nutmeg to your brew - just enough that you can see it on top the foam, then add double that amount of cinnamon. Again, add gently. This stuff should be like it's hangin' out on top of the foam you stirred up in your virgin-poppin' frenzy wonderin' why gravity doesn't seem to pull it down into this awesome holiday egg nog by an old family recipe. Okay now you take this glass full of obnoxious shit that comes from a cow's tit and a chicken's ass and toss it out the door, get yourself a triple-shot glass and fill it full of Kentucky sour mash, and slam it.

I love holiday egg nog. I'm gonna name my next array "sour_mash".

Link: http://apnews.myway.com//article/20041218/D872443O1.html

ITHACA, N.Y. (AP) - Nearly half of all Americans believe the U.S. government should restrict the civil liberties of Muslim Americans, according to a nationwide poll.

The survey conducted by Cornell University also found that Republicans and people who described themselves as highly religious were more apt to support curtailing Muslims' civil liberties than Democrats or people who are less religious.

Researchers also found that respondents who paid more attention to television news were more likely to fear terrorist attacks and support limiting the rights of Muslim Americans.

In that case nearly half in US are assholes that ought to be dropped in internment camps.

Japanese-Americans Internment Camps During World War II and their Photographs from Tule Lake. Children of the Camps | INTERNMENT HISTORY. Japanese Internment Camps. Search firstgov.gov for internment camps, or don't.

Do we always have to pick some group and make them our scary monster under the bed? Nearly half in US are stupid, and given this past election 'nearly half' can be turned into a mandate (if you happen to own the vote counting machines).

Not really suited to those on dial up, or those who think that the recent 'election' went smoothly, or that GWBush is worth more than olestra-induced leakage... From hategun: Get over it and Mistaken. From Town & Planet: Liar and War.

And people wonder why I - er... Never mind. No one wonders anything about any aspect of me, my life, or my mindset. Some folk seem to know a heck of a lot about me and don't mind telling me all about me. Not that I'm in a mood or anything. It's just that most people are stupid. That's fine - doesn't bother me at all given that I recognize should the population of world ever be sorted into the stupid and the smart I would be in the group holding the poorly crafted and miss-spelled sign. What bothers me is when stupid people insist they somehow have a clue about everyone else's life and can't control the urge to share their cleverly crafted strategies with others 'for their own good'. Abysmal failures destined to do nothing more creative than decompose. Not that I'm in a mood or anything. Cheerio!