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This is a blatant Political Commentary

from

Anita Moscoso

Writer

at 

Irregular Bones

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the

CNN Democratic

 Debate In South Carolina

 

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This has been a political commentary

by

Anita Moscoso

I.B.

Does Somebody Need A Hug?

I was going to post this for Valentines Day.

But after a few phone calls from some friends and family members

who were not

AMUSED

( the word they were using was way more harsh )

by the game

Click The Color And Not The Word

Okay

I have to stop here…

To be perfectly honest

what they said was  that if the weather keeps acting psycho they’re going to tie me up and float me away on the first iceberg ( at this rate I have no doubt one will be passing by soon ) to make it to our Coast for sending them to this game…

and trust me-

the people in my life will make good on this and if they have to they will drag it down here with their bare hands if one promising berg floats close by.

SO

I decided everyone needs a hug.

I won’t be mean anymore….

Click the Gargoyle.

It won’t hurt.

Much.

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Louis Black in….

another ” Don’t  F*%$  this Up America Moment.”

At the end of this Clip Louis has a darn fine idea for a new electoral system.

I say we go for it.

From ” Red White And Screwed “

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Photo from Vintage Resources

Welcome To The Outer Limit

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I write a lot about Bruce Campbell and David Tennant– in my opinion ( and this is my blog so…) they are the only two actors worth writing about.

That is until Tom and his Best Buddy the Church of Scientology flew staight into my face and mashed against my skull like a bug on a windshield.

Okay. 

This is what I think about Tom Cruise and Scientology.

Tom Cruise- I work near a mental health clinic – they are very discreet and the people who work there are wonderful.  They are giving and kind and practical, the well being of their clients are paramount to them.

For the love of all that is good, make an appointment with them. You and that guy who stands on the corner by my bus stop and sings hyms and leaves offerings of food to the Gods Dwell In The Abandon Hotel can go together.

FYI Tom I’ve just noticed that the guys ears are bleeding so make your call them pronto- the clinic guys, not the Gods In The Hotel

And to the Scientology Attorneys who have sent Cease and Desist letters to the websites showing this video…all I can say is Homeland Security, NASA the Pentagon and a local law enforcement agency have been to my blog alone…so bring it on big boys- I will be more then glad to show my support to any provider who shows this clip.

Now here is a link to a news story – there are no pictures of men in black or the Outer Limits or Twilight Zone theme playing in the background- I’m guessing because it wouldn’t fit.

Does anyone know the theme to ” One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest”?

Click the link below to:

ABC NEWS REPORT

okay I couldn’t resist…here’s the

South Park Take On Scientology.

Same Planet Different Worlds.

On one world someone ( ahem Max ) likes this guy- he’s a famous actor.

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My niece- who is a sane 15 and exists on the same Planet as Max -knows him as the PriceLine.Com guy-

okay, I have to fess up when I  started to think about this warp in reality I felt like I was in one of those Twilight Zone Episodes involving Mirrors and people who look like the people you know…

but they’re not.

( scary music bit comes in here )

Okay- for real now….

I actually thought that entire Priceline/ Captain Kirk situation was pretty funny until I remembered the first time I was shot into a screwed up alternate reality.

Here’s what happened- I  was a HUGE MEGA fan of a band called Slade when I was like 10 or 11 and shut the Heck up about it years later when  this Metal Band hijacked TWO…COUNT THEM… TWO of their songs and flew them straight up the charts.

I should have had more guts…I should have at least laughed at the lameness of it all…I was a musician, I played in clubs, I taught guitar and you know what? I could have articulated why something like this was just wrong, wrong, wrong.

Well I didn’t, and that turned out to actually be a defining moment in my life because from that point on  I NEVER hid how I really felt about Music or  Politics or Writing after swallowing that bitter piece of vomit.

Okay, it’s history-Slade still rocks and over the years I still haven’t changed- I still speak up- in fact-

I like to speak up…and I do it every chance I get.

 So in closing  here’s a pretty great song that Quiet Riot DIDN’T record.

Yay.

Enjoy.

amm

 

Slade

 Run Run Away

I like black and white (dreaming of black and white)
You like black and white
Run run away

[chorus]
See chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run run away

If you’re in the swing (money ain’t everything)
If you’re in the swing
Run run away

If you gotta crush (don’t beat about the bush)
When I gotta crush
Run run away

Oh now can’t you wait (love don’t come on a plate)
Oh now can’t you wait
Run run away

See there chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run run away

Run run away
Run run away
Run run away

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(click on the Pic to get to Slade’s Official Site)

Wow That’s Cold

Back in the 90’s my son ( who was about 13 at the time ) and his girlfriend went and saw the movie

” Titanic”

My son came home from his date, slammed a burrito into our microwave and demanded to know how  long you could live in freezing cold water- like in the ocean.

” I don’t know- something like a half hour, not that you’ll know because I think you pass out after 10 or 15 minutes…why?”

” Because that stupid movie is two hours long and it takes that De Crappio hours…Mom….HOURS to die.” 

I didn’t get it, ” Was he in the water for the entire movie? “

 ” I wish.” my son spat.

I’ll be honest, I never did see the movie…but who cares?

This version of ” The Titanic” looks MUCH more interesting.

amm

 

On The First Day…

The Spirit of Christmas Gets The Bird

 

On the first day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
A partridge in a pear tree.
 

This is all about the cold blooded murder of my Christmas Spirit- or maybe it was more like Manslaughter.

Anyway.

The crime took place at the bookstore I managed.

It was an hour or so before we closed.

This is how it happened:

A man wanted an ” Oprah Book Club ” selection to give to his wife for Christmas – now there was a novel idea ( no pun intended )- which was shared by every single man in America who knew his wife was an Oprah fan.

Of course we were sold out- and so where all the other bookstores in the bookselling world.

 Now keep in mind that these guys were in a bookstore with lots and lots of other books that were almost as good as Oprah’s.

Did they chose one of those?

Hell no.

They were clueless.

To be fair, some of these guys probably only came in once a year to buy the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition- and we keep those up front so it’s not like they cruised the shelves checking out the literature- not with the Swimsuit Girls in their hands.

Anyway- Mr Husband walks up to my employee and asks for ‘THE OPRAH BOOK’ and my employee says, sorry blah, blah, blah”  and she was far more empathetic to this guy then I or anyone else in the book-selling Universe would have been after being verbally assaulted over and over again because we didn’t have ‘THE OPRAH BOOK’ two freaking days before Christmas.

This guy rolls his eyes up to Heaven, not caring that Jesus and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future were probably looking down at him and says, ” Let me talk to your Manager. “

I introduce myself and ask how I can help and he looks at my 17 year old employee and says, ” you need to fire this useless piece of garbage- “

I said to this guy in the same voice I would use as a Funeral Director ( when things would start to go sideways with the family) ” It’s a good thing there really isn’t a Santa otherwise you’d probably be getting coal in your stocking this year- and like that’s only if Santa bothered to stop by your house at all.”

It’s true.

I said that.

My employee spent the next few weeks asking me if I was going to get fired for saying those things- and when I wasn’t fired I turned in my notice.

 R.I.P

Spirit of Christmas

YOU SURE DID KNOW HOW TO HAVE A GOOD TIME

 

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Only 12 more days until I reach

The Inner Circle of Hell

CHRISTMAS.

Plus You Get Pizza

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sometimes I find stuff on the net that i just have to share with the world

these are a few of those things

enjoy!

FBI Agents Ordering Pizza
The following is a direct quote from the Center for Strategic and International Studies report on GLOBAL ORGANIZED CRIME; the author who introduces the story swears it’s true.

FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, the dozens of agents had worked up quite an appetite. The agent in charge of the investigation called a nearby pizza parlor with delivery service to order a quick dinner for his colleagues.

The following telephone conversation took place and was recorded by the FBI because they were taping all conversations at the hospital.

Agent:

Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.

Pizza Man:

And where would you like them delivered?

 

Agent:

We’re over at the psychiatric hospital.

 

PM:

The psychiatric hospital?

 

Agent:

That’s right. I’m an FBI agent.

PM:

You’re an FBI agent?

 

Agent:

That’s correct. Just about everybody here is.

 

PM:

And you’re at the psychiatric hospital?

 

Agent:

That’s correct. And make sure you don’t go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.

 

PM:

And you say you’re all FBI agents?

 

Agent:

That’s right. How soon can you have them here?

 

PM:

And everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?

 

Agent:

That’s right. We’ve been here all day and we’re starving.

 

PM:

How are you going to pay for all of this?

 

Agent:

I have my checkbook right here.

 

PM:

And you’re all FBI agents?

 

Agent:

That’s right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.

 

Pizza Man:

I don’t think so.

 Click.