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To look at this life…

Posted by Anntichrist S Coulter on February 27, 2007 – 6:49 am
…to look at my life, this go-round, one might think that I had committed some horrible offense in the last one… like giving Hitler a hand-job under the podium.
Not only am I having to ship my ‘puter off via the USPS, my trusty ol’ pickup is dying, one part at a time (like that Johnny Cash song in reverse). First, the transmission-casing started slipping and separating. Then, today, The Dick burnt the compressor on the a/c unit to a fucking CRISP. It’s a fucking BRICK now. And it was almost 80-fucking-DEGREES here today. Imagine what March is going to be like — Satan’s crotch-rot. Yeah, I know, billions of people all over the world have it worse, but not all of them would be rendered NULL AND VOID without that truck, either. Bad enough that I’ll be offline (unless a miracle occurs and the dozens of new transplants suddenly quit using the local library’s computers) for a couple weeks, imagine with NO WHEELS. I know, I know, an a/c-unit isn’t integral to the operation of a vehicle, but IT’S NOT A GOOD SIGN. 117,215 miles on the mutha so far.
Don’t have much of consequence to say for my last post in a while, except that I’ve invited, again, even more cool people to blog here (trusting that my semi-regular co-bloggers will chip-in as well), so that the four or five people who come here regularly won’t be bored titless. If anybody has George Clooney’s e-mail address, send him the link to the post below.
And before any self-appointed sensitive people have a kitten over the “Silent Woman Entertainment” plaque (that I picked-up for 50 cents at a yard sale, many many moons ago), SHADDUP. I’ve heard people say that it’s “anti-feminist,” that it’s “offensive,” but personally, I find it to be PERFECTLY DESCRIPTIVE. ‘Cause, y’know, after all, that IS the only way that anybody will ever be able to TRULY shut me up. Oh, sure, you can kill my CD burner and keep me from sharing my onstage rants with the world, but the mouth will never die ’til you cut my fuckin’ head off. As long as I can bitch (via verbal and/or typing), I’m still kickin’.
The feral cats are doing well, and have picked-up a few new “friends” in the process, so it looks like we’ll have to do more than spay the Mama Cat, as she seems to have a couple new beaus lurking in the shadows. Tommie, Smudge, Ginger, Papi, and Callie are all doing well, as is Mama Cat and the newbies. Fat & spoiled for “feral” cats, I’d say. Biddy seems to be doing better, and we’ll get that lump off of her tail one of these days. Boy has picked up a bad limp in his right shoulder, ’cause he can’t use the step-stool to get off of that damned table, no, he has to LEAP off of it every time, and hell, he’s nine fucking years old, he’s no spring chicken. And the Boy DOES have arthritis, after all. Stubborn. Go figure.
Saw Susan today, NOW she’s saying that they might not even “be able” to do the RADIATION on Lee. Fucking brilliant. No, there are no new rosebeds in the neighborhood. I’m still too fucking pissed, hurt, disappointed, depressed by the whole clusterfuck to even swing.
No great insights to impart at the moment, the world is still a clusterfuck, and will probably still be so when I return. Al Gore needs a bitch-slapping for that cutesy little shit on the Oscars last night. And why in the fuck are Joe Lieberman & John McCain still wasting my fucking oxygen?!??!? Ugh. Dick Cheney is still ensconced in his United Arab Emirates hidey-hole whilst the Scooter Libby trial grinds into the ground, and will probably set up a remote dictatorship from those oil-rich environs, before it’s all over. Hell, he’s running the world from there ALREADY. No extradition treaty, either. Handy, iddinit? He flits around the world on the taxpayers’ dime, all the while skipping out of reach of our court system. Fuck, NIXON didn’t get away with shit like that. And Laura says that the war is “wearing” on her. Poor fucking baby. Hasn’t laid eyes on a single corpse, nor a single coffin, but it’s “WEARING” on the DWI Princess. Poor, poor baby. We should all just shut the fuck up and let them take over the world ’cause we don’t want to cause HER stress. Right. Cunt.
Send y’all’s love to my buds Rene’ & Maria, who are each tending to loved ones dealing with hellacious illnesses, and give your support to the free-range substitute-teacher bloggers who’ll be filling up this space with brilliance and humor in my stead.
And I send all of my love to y’all, my friends, readers, compatriots, and the bloggers who inspired me from day one. To all of the online buds who’ve helped me survive some of the hardest years of my life (whether y’all know it or not, I’ve never forgotten a single one of you or how you’ve been there for me), and to all of the wonderful people that I’ve met in the blogosphere who never fail to enlighten, inform, and uproariously amuse.
Nighty-night, kids. I’ll be back before you know it. But hey, just in case the computer gets lost in the mail, at least you can say that you knew me when!

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  1. 1. SB Gypsy Said:

    Aww sweetie, I’ll miss you, hurry back.

  2. 2. SeattleDan Said:

    Yes, come back very soon.

  3. 3. The Fat Lady Sings Said:

    Hurry back, honey. We will be waiting for you!

  4. 4. Mentis Fugit Said:

    We’re waiting… this “Please Hold” music sucks.

  5. 5. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    Trade ya. I’m sitting in the library right now, surrounded by talkative junior-high brats who talk more than they type, and not a ONE of ’em are doing homework. Friggin’ Rupert Murdoch’s child-molester shopping-mall, MySpace, and FaceBook, and all of that crap, and listening to music and running their mouths and so forth.

    So much for the concept that one can “blog at the libary”!!! I can barely concentrate enough to do E-MAIL. Yeah, yeah, I know, I always know, billions of people have it infinitely harder than I do, it’s not like I’m starving or homeless or worse, but y’know, it grates on a woman when she can’t even WRITE.

    Been doing some long-hand snail-mail, and my friggin’ arthritis won’t even let me do much of that. Oh, and Max Cleland kicked some major ass on CNN today, made Dickus & Dumbya look even more lowlife & cowardly than they usually are, over the Walter Reed thing. I looooove Max Cleland, I wish to hell that HE would run for President, with Jim Webb as his VP!

    Love y’all, hope to make it back here at some point. If I don’t wind-up clocking an entire room full of pubescent brats and going to jail first.

  6. 6. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    Oh, and btw, Mentis: Hang in thereh with the hold music — at midnight your time, it switches to BOSSANOVA!!!

    Try to contain yourself.

  7. 7. Mentis Fugit Said:

    You mean they’re finally taking the Christmas Medley off? Thank fuck for that.

  8. 8. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    Sue’s comments have been deleted because she IS nuts, and any motherfucker willing to be associated with LIEberman is DEFINITELY not welcome here.

  9. 9. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    P.S. Re: Whack-Job Sue: Why am I NOT SURPRISED that she shows the fuck up when I’m SANS COMPUTER and having to use the library?!?!?!

    I always knew that you were certifiable, Sue, and after you tried to fuck me over with Jesus’ General with your manufactured e-mails, I knew that you were flat-out hopeless, but this shit is just CHICKENSHIT!!!!!!

    Fuck off and die.

  10. 10. johnieb Said:

    Jesus on a cracker, Annti, Darlin! Dearest one? You want some bucks? Semi-regular OK? Don’t make me go to no complicated Mofo like paypal (password, my sweetass!)! do we remember how to write one another directly? Egalia maight mediate over ta TGM, my other home or so, over yonder, ya know?

    How’s tha fight be, mah sistah? You been good, or bad enough? LawdHaveMercy, it’s good to find yo sorry ass busy again.

    Rowdy friends all around. heh.

  11. 11. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    Eh. I’m here, Johnie. That’s about all that I can promise at this point.

    I’m damned grateful to have my computer back and mostly-functioning, although I’d be happier if I’d never had to have sent it off at all — still can’t get it to jive with my scanner/printer thingamabob, and sure as hell can’t run out and buy a new one of either the peripherals or the ‘puter itself.

    Such is life. Some people have rabid Saudis raping & pillaging their entire countries, some people have Murkins bombing their villages, some people have Israelis trying to take over their entire governments, some people are starving to death on the streets of this very country. I have computer woes and a rapidly-aging-towards-death pickup truck. Could be worse. Could be better.

    And if I had a time machine, I’d never have left NOLA at all.

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