What In God's Name?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QZlp3eGMNI

More on these wackos with a later post.

If You Drive In Michigan Bring Food & An RV

You know for a state with such a shortage of funds we seem to have no shortage of orange barrels and construction projects. In fact never have I been to state that has had so many construction projects with so little actual improvement. Michigan’s roads have consistently graced lists like Overdrive Magazine’s Highway Report Card for years. In 2009 we were #3 in the country for overall road crappiness. In 2010 we were #2. We’re achieving. Wonder where 2011 will place us?

Like thousands of other Michigan drivers I put up with it month after month, season after season, year after year, and simply pound my steering wheel and mutter in frustration. We make jokes about how Michigan has two seasons: Winter & Construction. We laugh at signs like “Road Work Ahead” and “Men Working” because nine times out of the ten there is nobody there (unless its rush hour or Holiday pay) except a long line of brake lights reflecting off orange cones beaming from cars driven by other probably ornery drivers. We as Michiganians have to laugh and make light of our predicament because if one really thought about the amount of taxpayer money that is spent on road construction and the overall results from that construction in this state; they’d be choking on a gun muzzle. So really who is to blame for shoddy roads?

The state likes to say it’s the snow. After all, Michigan is the only state of the union which gets snow and I am a unicorn. It’s not the construction crews fault. They’re trying to make a buck like everybody else and when you really look at the work they have to do you’ve got to respect the occupation. The blame lies with this state’s crown jewel of intellectual stagnancy: Lansing. You see up in Lansing there is a big old chamber containing a legislative body that blame likes to hang around with daily. Lansing is very blame friendly and rightfully so because they don’t have a freaking clue how to solve a problem. Like in most functioning (dysfunctional) government bodies, the working mantra tends to swing between the liberal favorite “How much money should we spend before we feel better about this problem?” to the conservative standard “How much should we cut taxes before we feel better about this problem?”. Note how the problem is never eradicated but covered up with a warm and fuzzy feeling blanket. This is called partisanship. Every once in a while both sides of the aisle get together and come up with a bipartisan policy that also does nothing to address or solve the problem. This is called the State of Michigan.

Every few years we go to our local polling places hoping that maybe somebody new will solve our problems but knowing deep down that they won’t. After all it’s easier to win an election by convincing the voting populace how much you’re needed rather than how much you’ve actually accomplished. People don’t like success stories. That’s why we blame the wealthy top 1% for every economic problem this country has. Americans like scapegoats. Americans also like theoretical utopias and they really love straw men. That’s why our leaders make statements like “Government creates jobs.” and “Hey, I don’t live in Cuba but Castro ain’t that bad a guy…” and “We should model our health care system after Cuba because it‘s quicker…” and “Hey China, I understand your one-child policy and I’m not second-guessing it“. I digress.

So basically our state government likes to throw around a bunch of big scary numbers about federal aid and state aid that scare the living crap out of Michiganians. They hear tall-tales about how cuts to MDOT’s budget will result in the road caving in and their Volvos falling into bizarre space and time continuum wormholes that will transport them to a completely parallel universe absent of all Starbucks (Idaho). Have no fear! I hear Idaho is quite nice in the summertime and the problem with our roads is not in funding but in application. We don’t build our roads with materials that can adequately sustain our winters (because our state likes to cut corners and our inspectors are all on the take) and we don’t enforce load restrictions on highways and local roads to keep overweight trucks and overweight drivers from carving up the roadways. If Michigan really wanted to get serious about fixing roads--they’d look at alternative building techniques and more importantly a complete reform of our road system from an administrative level. Yes I’m saying we need toll roads.

We can waste valuable time in the legislature (even though maybe that’s a good thing) debating about how much the taxpayers of Michigan should pay for a new bridge to Canada or a new wind farm somewhere or for corporate welfare to businesses on the MI GOP’s donor roll but nobody has to time to hear about a tolling system? Why is it that Michigan taxpayers are supposed to be fully responsible for the wear and tear being caused by out of state truckloads? It’s bad enough that Michigan taxpayers are paying to bribe businesses that have no interests or loyalty to this country (let alone our local communities) to stay here and do business but now we’re paying for tourists and visitors too? I’m sure the Ohioans heading up to see our prized forests and woodlands in full display with their autumn beauty can afford to throw a buck or two in for road repair considering that like 30% of their state’s economy is based off ticketing Michigan drivers. I have no idea whether that’s a true statistic or not. Something tells me the number is actually quite higher. All I have to say is that if you want us to stop speeding in your state at least make your state a little less boring to drive through. Think “hills.”

In fact the difference in road quality is instantly noticeable crossing the state line into Ohio as they use toll roads for road revenue. However most Michiganders wouldn’t know this as they’re still stuck in traffic waiting for the construction guy to flip his stop sign around. I’m also told that it reportedly does not snow in Ohio. A local meteorologist (also a unicorn) told me this.

Even the planning that occurs for these construction projects is plagued in complete ineptness. For example in my hometown the major freeway that connects us to I-75 has been under a widening project that began in early 2009 to relieve congestion for the 90,000 daily drivers that are lucky enough to commute in and out. The project was slated to take no longer than 18-months. Nearly three years later, the highway is already crumbling, the crews are nowhere near done, and the highway is still congested because the only thing that lies past the exits is more construction. In lay mans terms, you can’t get anywhere in the Motor City or the Metro area without taking an RV and a week’s supply of food.

I’m not an expert on construction or pre-construction planning (and from what I’ve seen neither is MDOT) but it seems to me that when one undergoes a major construction project (I.E. closing down a major freeway linking one city to another city) one should plan an alternative route for the flow of traffic. Modern linguists call this a “detour.” I know it’s quite a complex concept but I hope that MDOT one day truly embraces it because this whole concept of closing one road and re-routing drivers to an adjacent equally screwed up road is not going to cut it. As somebody who works roughly 7 miles away from home and on a normal sunny day can make it to their destination in ten to 15 minutes--I truly appreciate being able to travel somewhat directly to work without having to go 20 miles south to drive 13 miles back northwest.

The bottom line is that our roads are bad because our state government is inept. No matter how you want to slice the bread it always comes back to Lansing. If you want to believe that Michigan’s winters are just so uncharacteristically harsh compared to other states in this region and further north--go ahead believing so. But the next time you hear about how this winter is going to really wreck havoc on our roads; ask yourself how it is that Michigan, in the year 2011, continues to be the only state north of the Mason-Dixon line that crumbles from salt and the people in charge of our infrastructure get to still keep their jobs?

DISCLAIMER: I kid about Idaho as I‘ve been informed that the state is completely uninhabited except for potatoes. However if MDOT were to fall into a Michigan sinkhole and be transported there-- I guarantee the country would have a shortage of potatoes because nobody would be able to find a freaking detour!

Dodging A Bullet

Over the last month (it seems like a lifetime) I have been fighting cold after cold. Finally this week I broke down and got myself and appointment with my family physician. When I say I broke down, I mean I physically was at the point that I could not sleep in any other position but one involving sitting at a complete 90 degree angle. I couldn’t breathe bending over or even slightly slouching and my voice was basically similar in tonal quality to that of escaping air from a hose. It also doesn’t help that I’ve been trying to put a band together and I was hoping that Spring Break would give me plenty of time to do just that. I’ve accomplished near to zilch over the break except going through excessive amounts of Kleenex (I am now #12 on the list of leading destroyers of the rainforest) and coughing out multiple organs. I thought about selling them on the Black Market or maybe Ebay but I figured that having a liver might be more important than making some extra cash—though I could use a new amplifier. So I found a surgeon at a Hampton Inn who was able to reinsert my liver and give me free butt implants. That’s a story for another day.

I feel that the story needs some further explaining so I’ll take you back to the beginning. The beginning was in February--like the weekend right before my 21^st birthday. I got a little bit of a cold. It wasn’t anything Earth shattering but it was definitely a little discomforting. I was okay by the time my birthday came around and then the first week of March I freaking got nailed. For like two days I had a high fever and just was miserable as all hell. Then I was fine but something wasn’t right. I would get winded really easily and was just fatigued but I went on ignoring it. Spring Break was coming up and there was stuff to do before it peaked it’s inebriated head around the corner of my calendar. Last Friday I experienced what may have been the straw that broke this blogging camel’s back. I had a patient sneeze in my face. I blogged about I here in my last entry but I merely thought that it was just a good cold that I got. I was very wrong. My condition did not improve and out of the three days I was scheduled to work this week—I worked a Tuesday and was told my boss to get into a doctor ASAP. She said that “my eyes were not looking right”. I kind of blew it off since I had dealt with some killer bugs before and didn’t really let it get in my way of earning a paycheck or going through with my normal routine. I made myself back to the bathroom and happened to just take a peek at myself in the mirror on the way out and was pretty horrified at just how bad I looked. It was like Charlie Sheen bad. So finally I broke down and called my Dad and told him to call my doc for an appointment. I told my boss I had to take Thursday off and she had somebody cover it for me.

Wednesday was bad. Like I don’t even want to talk about how bad it was. Thursday morning came around and needless to say I got no sleep at all. I took a shower, got dressed, and had my Dad drive me to my doctor’s office in Sterling Heights. First off, what is it with a doctor’s office waiting room that attracts weirdos? I realize that it was St. Patrick’s Day and a good 60 to 70 percent of the population was tipping them back at sunrise but still 0_o. The wait wasn’t very long—which was good because I felt like crap and was in no mood to be sitting in the middle of Barnum & Bailey’s Big Tent. The nurse called my name and weighed me on the scale (and then shouted my weight out at a level that I think the neighboring cities could hear) and led me to my little cubbyhole room to wait for the doctor. Now as much disdain as I carry for what seems to be a vast majority of the doctors I have run across I really do like my doctor. I’m lucky to have had a family physician who is a pretty down-to-earth guy and a walking encyclopedia. Imagine those two things together? Hmmm…

He took an X-ray and came back in the room and informed me that I had one nasty case of Pneumonia. In his words, “How in the hell are you still standing?” So from that and an early statement about how I sounded like I was “rattling like a toolbox” when he listened to my lungs—I got the message it was pretty bad. I either could go to the hospital or go home on some nasty antibiotics. I chose the nasty antibiotics and it is now Sunday and I’m mobile and staying positive but still feeling sick. I’m also on medical leave from work for a week courtesy of my doctor chewing my butt out about waiting to see him and getting exposed to sick people while being really sick myself. It has been the most boring week I have ever had. HANDS DOWN.

Moral of the story is that if you are feeling sick stay home. If you are feeling really sick for an extended amount of time (like sick to the point that you know something isn’t right) do not ignore it and get into a clinic or your doctor. I got lucky here that I didn’t develop Pleurisy. I mean I came VERY CLOSE. Don’t make my mistake. It has now been 28 days and I am just starting to feel a little better. IT. IS. NOT. FUN.

Here We Go Again

MARCH 19, 2011 OBAMA: 'Today we are part of a broad coalition. We are answering the calls of a threatened people. And we are acting in the interests of the United States and the world'... Sound familiar? Here's a memory jog. MARCH 19, 2003 BUSH: 'American and coalition forces are in the early stages of military operations to disarm Iraq, to free its people and to defend the world from grave danger... This is going to be bad. Anybody that tells you otherwise is lying. We are getting ourselves blindly involved in a conflict that has no benefit to our involvement. We cannot afford another war when we are still submerged in Iraq and Afghanistan. Every time you see a missile being launched into Tripoli from one of our ships that is $1 million dollars of US taxpayer money being thrown away. So far they've launched 120 of them. Do the math. Secondly we are overthrowing Gaddafi, who while a dictator and an arguably insane man has no interest in bothering us. The man has a residence in freaking New Jersey and up to this point has been pretty diplomatic and friendly to the current administration. This guy is also secular. So I really don't have much of a problem with Obama's hesitancy to get involved here. After we take Gaddafi and his secular dictatorship down what do you think is going to take power? Can I get "Radical Religious Regimes in History" for $400? The United States should not be in the business of starting wars. We should be in the business of finishing them and/or avoiding them. The UN could handle this situation on its own yet here we are making the same mistake we did several years ago. If you don't learn from history you are doomed to repeat it and in the current economic state of this country--repercussions will be astronomical. There are two possibilities. (1.) The Pentagon is telling the truth and this truly will be a quick multi-phase war effort for the United States. This means that we will be in and out within a matter of days (weeks at the longest)and have absolutely nothing to worry about. If this is indeed the case we can all rest assured that at the present time the American people have already put a $100 million down-payment on replacing the Gaddafi dictatorship with a more radical religious regime. This regime will for sure be planning on attacking us or aiding in terrorist plots against our embassies and/or people. We'll also be paying at least $200 a barrel for oil. (2.) The Pentagon is lying through their teeth and have absolutely no idea how long we're going to be stuck in Libya. I'm leaning with this possibility as every statement reeks nostalgia of the Bush administration circa 2003. Without our occupation and consistent military involvement that country will erupt into civil war and inevitably be dominated by one Islamic sect or another. There's no other option. You can't change thousands of years of primal sectarian hatred with democracy. It doesn't work. Democracy and Islamic rule are totally incompatible. Water and oil. Oh yeah and we'll also be paying at least $200 a barrel for oil. So here I am watching CNN and pounding my head into the table repeatedly. Maybe I should just go out and buy myself a conical hat while I can still afford to and get a head start on Chinese. At this rate the United States will be done in a couple years at most.

Rant Rant Rant Rant Sneeze

It’s Sunday which is supposed to be a day of rest. In my case it’s a day of bedrest because I AM SICK FOR THE FIFTH TIME THIS WINTER!! This winter has sucked on levels that are quite high…large…err I don’t know what to word to use because I CAN’T FRICKEN THINK!! Sigh…

Anyways yesterday I woke up with no voice. Thinking it was merely laryngitis I went on with my day which was quite lazy because I figured that there would be no point to overstrain myself or go out anywhere without a voice. I had my voice back around midnight had some orange juice and went to bed only to wake up today around 2 or 3 o’clock in the afternoon feeling like I had just been dropped on my head by a UFO.

Today the cold has gone full bloom--which is convenient because I plan to have a two hour drive to Mt. Pleasant ahead of me tomorrow. Ask me what the chances of me going are now? Better yet, don’t ask me because I might just break something. Since my Dad is retired and my Mom is getting more time off it seems we’ve been frequenting family trips to casinos lately. Being in Michigan the last two times we wanted to go the weather decided to take a turn for the worst. This time the weather has been quite mild but I had to get sick. I know exactly how I got sick as well. The freaking germ bags that I encounter on a daily basis at work.

Last week was a pretty mild week at work resulting in me finishing a lot of week earlier than I normally do. Unfortunately the hazard here of finishing everything you need to do in the pharmacy makes you the one that has the duty to run and greet everyone at the counter. Well on Friday I was greeted by one particular patient who felt the need to sneeze with no arm or hand coverage right into my face. There was a moment of silence where my face was just like frozen in shock mode ( 8 O ) which was followed by me grabbing the nearest hand sanitizer bottle and dousing my face with it. No I’m just kidding. I lit the thing on fire and tossed it at the bitch’s head. Again wishful thinking. I went on silently to ring the bastard her amoxicillin and then went into the pharmacy knowing that in two days I would be in bed…dying.

Here I am 48 hours later…in bed…dying.

Now I’m thinking that there was a higher purpose to blogging about this rather than just to wallow in my own self misery…however I can’t think of it at the moment because I just took two severe cold tablets (Generic Sudafed HAHA for the win) and in the words of the great ZZ Top, “My mind is gone.” It doesn’t make you drowsy…it just fucks you up more than Charlie Sheen in a NYC hotel room.

What irked me about Esmerelda the germ queen back at work was not that she sneezed directly in my face. It’s that she sneezed in my face without saying “sorry” or “whoops” or “drop dead” or “go fuck yourself” or “I hate your blog“ or anything. Then I rang her up for Z-pack and then she continued on her way without saying “thank you” or “drop dead” or “go fuck yourself” or “I hate your blog” or anything at that point either. Not only did the bitch give me a cold (at the start of my Spring Break nonetheless) she acted like I was completely subservient to her. I could go into a deep ideological and sophisticated deliberation on how screwed up society has become that we allow people to get away with that in the “name of keeping good customer relations” (aka as the customer taking a dump, whiz, and stab at the working person all at the same time with the reassurance that they will not be held remotely accountable for their actions)--but Claritan for the win!! Did I say that earlier in this post? I can’t remember.

God bless Sudeeefed.

Peace and some stuff…

Joe

Lent

(In lieu of out of context bible verses and long-winded religious rants about how I’m going to Hell and single handedly destroying the moral fabric of America--I ask that you save your hatemail or send them to somebody who actually cares. Yes I have beef with Lent. Yes I know what that implies. Yes I realize that some keepers of the old faith will burst into flames reading this. That’s my job. I care about things like trees. It’s the position of kupreality.blogspot.com that you save a tree today and instead use the nearest already ignited religious zealot to heat your home TONIGHT.)

The Lenten season is upon us. Isn’t that like how every Sunday service newsletter you ever seen begins this time of year? “The Lenten season is upon us and now it is time to get closer with God.” I digress. Lent officially begins today and it means the same thing it has for me for the last 21 years of my life: Absolutely nothing.

The only time the whole “Give up something for Lent” yearly attention fad had any significance in my life was like once in second grade when we had to keep a journal of our progress as Catholic school students embarking on a 40-day journey into the bowels of intense boredom. Apparently the way that our school had best felt would help us understand the sacrifice that Jesus made for us was to take away the one thing/hobby/food/activity that made us most happy in life. In my case they failed because I was lucky enough to have tolerant parents who raised me to stay true to myself and make decisions based on the “right thing to do” rather than what somebody told me to do. I wrote the journal about how much I missed my N64...in between rounds of playing Mario Kart 64 with my Dad. Still to this day I don’t understand how Peach was always so damn fast as a computer but so slow when you were in control…

Two rules of thumb for life my brothers and sisters…

1.) Unless they’re your employer; be very cynical of a person who wants to force you into doing something or conforming to a certain way of life.

2.) Peach is the worst…

I understand the concept of Lent. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about individual choice. If you think that giving up Xbox for 40 days will help you become a better person go ahead and do it. I just have a problem with the whole aggressive tone of the holiday season. To me somebody randomly asking me what I gave up for Lent is like me randomly walking up to a stranger and asking them what they did last night. Unless I’m a prime suspect in some crime and you’re a detective my reply would normally be something along the lines of, “…and you are?” or the classic “none of your darn bee’s wax!” Bee’s wax…such a stupid saying.

Think about the irony though. Jeffery is not religious at all. He smokes too much, he has sex with loose women, and he’s a strict carnivore. Besides setting himself up for a heart attack by 35,Jeff has been raised to give up something every year by his family for Lent. So he decides to give up meat. Jeffery now spends the next 40 days bitching uncontrollably about how much he just would like to have a steak. The steak starts to haunt him in his dreams and by the end of the week he’s either at the Chop House or the Big House because he just started gnawing on his date because she reminded him of a piece of meat.

What have we learned here? First off, Lent has turned Jeff into a cannibal. Second off, that the idea of Lenten sacrifice really is kind of superficial and selfish considering in the eyes of the Church Jeff is somehow a better person than the rest of us because he followed the Lenten dogma (regardless of his pre-Lent actions and his taste for...human)?

So I gave up Xbox for 40 days? Yay I did it.

Who has that helped? Nobody.

What has that helped? It could’ve helped your sex life had you not given up sex for Lent or actually had a sex life to help in the first place.

Who is impressed by the fact that you went 40 days without video games? Maybe you and three other people who share your interests and lack of action.

My point is that maybe people should not look at Lent as this 40 day period of starvation and self-suppression. Maybe instead of giving up we should just focus on giving. Volunteer at a shelter. Take some of that spare toll change around the house and make a donation to a food bank, children’s charity, the USO. You might be surprised how simply making a quiet contribution can have a more positive effect on the world than incessant whining over Facebook that you’ve got blue balls.

-Joe

Westboro Wins

The gavel has struck and the Supreme Court has made its official ruling deciding in favor of an infamous anti-gay hate group. The Westboro Baptist Church will be allowed to continue picketing and protesting the funerals of American service members who died to protect those including the hatemonger’s themselves. The Supreme Court upheld in an 8-to-1 decision a lower-court’s ruling to throw out a lawsuit filed against Westboro by the father of an American Marine who had died serving his country. Amongst other things the Supreme Court ruled:

“…such speech cannot be restricted simply because it is upsetting or arouses contempt.”

A couple things instantly come to mind when I first read this judgment in the red eye hours of early Thursday morning. First off, if “such speech cannot be restricted simply because it is upsetting or arouses contempt” why have lower courts upheld similar lawsuits on the basis of “hate speech” and “hate crimes” before? Universities and work places have put in place codes of conduct that restrict hate speech under the guise of anti-harassment codes. I’m not arguing on behalf of anti-harassment laws’ righteousness or against them but I do have to question the legal precedent that the Supreme Court has based their decision off of? Any rational human being with an ounce or two of common decency could tell you that an individual has the right to go about their lives safely and free of harassment on the basis of their gender, creed, religion, sexual orientation, etc. So I’m sorry if I’m failing to see what the big problem would’ve been had the Supreme Court decided to rule in favor of the father. The ruling would not change anything in regards to the average American’s right to freedom of speech under the First Amendment. Seriously, how many people do you know in the course of your daily lives that have ever mentioned in conversation that they’ve always wanted to “stage a hateful protest at a funeral”? I’m not talking to you pharmacy & psych ward staff members! I’m talking about people that don’t deal with nutcases on a daily basis.

Secondly, this case establishes a new precedent. From the second I seen the news article’s title--the hairs on the back of neck stood up. Let’s face it. Aside from Jihadists and suicide bombers--Westboro is pretty much as whacked and evil as they come. I knew that they would take this court victory as a major stepping stone to revving up their activity and media presence. Once the army has the hill why would they strive to take it again? They wouldn’t. They’d continue on and take the town. This is exactly what Westboro is going to do. They know they can already get away with protesting military funerals free of civil or criminal repercussions. That line has been drawn. Now they’re going to see how far they can push that line.

Right now as it is, these protestors have to stay 1000 feet from the actual site of the funeral on the basis that the burial grounds and funerals take place on private property (or private property with public access) that will not allow permit appearance of freak shows like Westboro. Watch these psychotic nut jobs try and get closer to the site because they have “legal protection”. Watch them become louder because they have “legal protection”. Watch them become more aggressive because they have “legal protection”.

Next they’ll be picketing just off the property of the grieving family’s property. They’ll be picketing the residence of a gay couple. Hell, maybe they’ll be picketing your house because you’re a (SUBSITUTE BLANK FOR HATED GROUP OF THE DAY). After all, it’s their right to protest. That'll be a fun conversational piece to explain to your young children as they want to know why there's people heckling and scaring them on their way to the bus stop.

Watch the lawyers line-up to represent these people. Don't think they'll do it? Think again.

They have a citable precedent to prove their case now. Lawyers want to make names for themselves. Just ask the Fieger's and Bernstein's of the world.

“Margie Phelps, a leader of Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kans., told reporters there the congregation would “quadruple” the number of its funeral protests as a result of the Supreme Court ruling.”

Amazing how I hadn’t even seen that part of the article yet and I already knew that was coming down the pipes. In fact when I wrote about Westboro before on this very blog I warned people of what could happen if the Supreme Court ruled in favor of these people. I’m not being an alarmist. I’m not a conspiracy theorist by any stretch of the imagination. I don’t have intelligence or information that other people lack access to. I’m just using common sense and a basic understanding of how people abuse the rule of law using other laws. It’s not rocket science to know that if you offer someone inch after inch they’ll eventually take a foot and then a mile.

Think of the audacity of this whole decision. Join the military and die for your country so the government can provide legal protection to the people who can now slander and libel you and your family on the day of your funeral. Damn, doesn’t that make you just want to get right on up and enlist?

The Supreme Court upheld that Westboro has the right to protest because it “focuses on matters of public concern such as the moral and political conduct of the United States, gays in the military, and the sexual abuse scandals in the Catholic Church.” Chief Justice Roberts continued to blab on about how there’s no evidence that the Westboro Church protests specifically attacked the individual soldiers themselves (except for the fact they…ehh…DID and ARE) and how prohibiting Westboro Church members from protesting would “stifle public debate.” Apparently, somewhere in America (the living rooms of 8 Supreme Court Justices) there is an ongoing public debate regarding whether God truly does or doesn’t hate soldiers, Jews, Catholics, Gays (they call them “fags” but it’s apparently not hate speech), Blacks, Protestants, Astronauts (I kid you not), and anybody without the namesake Phelps. Also since when did courts make decisions based on a party’s motive? Last time I checked motive was not a necessary factor in proving the liability of a case in criminal or civil law. So now on the basis that gay people can serve in the military—Westboro is justified in its actions? With that line of thinking why don’t we just go ahead and re-segregate our schools because racial tension still exists? My God, with these people running the show how did we even make it out of the 1800s?

Fortunately for the sake of humanity the road to Hell is not paved with dead American soldiers. Unfortunately for America, the road to Hell IS paved with good intentions. The can of worms that the Supreme Court has consequently opened up in vain to “not stifle public debate” is only going to feed the fires in this country for Westboro and hate groups like it. I don’t know exactly what the future holds but I can tell you two things:

1.) This is one free-speech libertarian who thinks that the Supreme Court missed the mark big time on this one.

2.) Fred Phelps and his inbred followers/family/spouse will have a protest on their funerals that’ll wake the dead. In fact it might be a celebration.

Until next time…

Peace & Love,

Joe